My Hero Academia Imagines

Infatuation (Kaminari Denki)

Kaminari Denki:

The two of you had been together for as long as he could remember... when he learned how to walk, ride a bike, the first day of elementary school, and you had even been sitting next to him when he opened his acceptance letter to UA. Any major event in his life, you had always been there right next to him.

So... it made sense for him to feel this way, right? It made sense that he would come to see you as more than the daughter of his mother's best friend. More than the girl he grew up with and had a close friendship with. It... was normal for his feelings to turn into something... more, right?

Kaminari couldn't shake these feelings no matter how much he tried. Even when his brain was fried, he found himself still blushy and nervous around your form. Your voice always kind to him, even when you were worried for him and his stupid decisions about using his quirk.

But... there was one thing he had come to realize he did without realizing it. Something that might just be that much worse than frying his brain with a million volts of electricity. And that something being how everytime you fingers grazed against his skin, your shoulders bumped, or any accidental and innocent touch shared by the both of you... resulted in him sparking and shocking the both of you.

It was like those little hand buzzers that you can buy at joke shops, that's how it felt. But, unlike his usual jokey self... he didn't mean to shock you. In fact, he had no control over when it happened. His nerves and mind getting overflowed with feelings of affections that made him feeling like he was drowning in them, that his quirk just got activated as a way to maybe bring him back to reality?

He just felt bad that you were always next to him, looking at him with wide eyes as your long and silk-like hair became frizzy and stood up. Your eyes blinking, showing him those familiar pools of (eye color) that he should be familiar with. But instead, he always found himself looking at that as if it was the first time he had seen a color this pretty, belonging to a girl this adorable and gorgeous.

"Awe.... I'm so screwed..." He mumbled, resting on his dorm bed after having run all this through his mind again.

He may not be the brightest guy around, but he did know a thing or two about affections and feelings... and what he was feeling towards (Name)... was something much more than general high school curiosity towards the opposite sex or a puppy crush.

No... he was in love with his childhood friend. And he was stumped trying to figure out when exactly it started, and how long he had been like this? His mind trying to recall important events with the (hair color) girl that could have led to this.

Was it when they were five and he got his quirk? He had shocked her and with a bright smile, she told him how he could be such a cool hero? Or could it have been when he broke his arm when they were ten, and she held his hand the entire time the doctor looked it over? Or maybe it was when he mumbled out how he got into the hero course and she hugged him so tightly that he could feel his face go bright red?

He couldn't be sure... but he did know one thing. He knew he couldn't sit on this information forever. If he let these feelings remain unsaid, it would cause him more harm than good! He'd become more awkward around you... and God forbid someone came and won your heart over before he could even open his mouth to you.

Who cared when he fell in love with you... all he should care about was when he let you know he loved you!

Having grown up with you, he also knew your habits. Thus he knew better than anyone where you would be on a Thursday night at 7:38pm. And with a few motivational thoughts, and turning around in worry, only to march forward more with gusto, Kaminari found himself in front of your own dorm room.