Worn-out sunflowers - Shinkami

A traitors Lament

It had been almost a month since the league of villains had attacked U.A

It had also been a month since Kaminari had been taken away too.

It was a silent night at the 1-A dorm rooms. The school still had a somber vibe cast over it since everyone in U.A had found out Denki Kaminari had been the traitor.

The whole school had been affected, 1-A at the most.

No one had expected it, everyone's memory of Kaminari had been a bright and happy guy, an overexcited blonde who was everyone's best friend.

Everyone had tried to forget about the bright and electrifying Kaminari, forget about the pain and betrayal he had left behind like rose petals when he had sent a wave of electricity all through-out the battlefield.

When he had sent his electricity at the heroes, his friends, the side he was supposedly fighting for.

No matter how hard everyone tried no one could forget Denki Kaminari.

Kirishima still cried in his room every night, wondering how his best friend had caused all of this pain and destruction. Mumbling consistently to himself in his sleep before snapping out of his nightmares in the early hours of the morning. Hot tears streaming down his face.

Bakugou still heard Kirishima's wails through the thin walls between them and often came into his room to comfort him, both of them wrapped in each other's arms, Only then would Bakugou let tears escape from the well-guarded prisons of his eyes before they both fell into an uneasy sleep.

Bakugou would never admit it but he had always wondered if it was his own fault? For pushing Kaminari too far. If his constant bullying had been too much for Kaminari causing him to eventually snap and join the league.

Causing him to play all of 1-A like puppets on a string with his electric fingertips.

Jirou still stared miserably at the spare seat next to her during class, as her mind replayed all of the memories they had shared throughout the year. Wondering if the boy she knew and trusted was even real. Or was it all an act on Kaminari's behalf?

Was Denki Kaminari a real person? or was he made up by the league? A person made up to infiltrate 1-A, to gain everyone's trust, to become everyone's best friend that they never knew they needed, to worm his way into everyone's hearts and then betray everyone?

Despite how much she had teased him, turned him down and called him an idiot. It hadn't stopped her from crying herself to sleep every night, held tenderly in Momo Yaoyorozu's arms as they shared their grief over their lost friend.

Sero still leaned over to Kaminaris desk beside him during class to tell him a joke, only to be greeted by an empty space of where his former best friend used to sit.

Memories still played in Sero's head as he remembered Kaminaris bright grin, the times they had spent together.
Times such as when they used to stay awake to hours on end trying to beat video game records they had set for themselves or find new meme trends.

He remembered the stupid conversations they had and the actual deep ones they had shared.

Like what would happen if the league of villains eventually took one of 1-A's students away? Well now Sero knew, and it hurt like hell.

Ojirou still turned around during class to tell Kaminari off for playing with his tail before remembering he wasn't there anymore.

Tears stung his eyes every time he remembered him before all of this mess had happened it had felt like Ojirou had all the time in the world with Kaminari. And just like that, he was gone