A S T A T I C [s.hitoshi & k.denki]

twenty

A world where the imaginary became reality, Denki enjoyed daydreams where he could just express these ideas - come up with situations and become a puppeteer to someone's imaginary fate.

In his high school days, he found excitement in presenting these ideas and the disappointment when someone didn't win.

He would call it, 'Late Night Imaginations with Denki'. Long name, but the format would make up for it.

The show would open with the blonde seated at a mahogany desk and a steel coffee cup, his attire would be a suit without the jacket and crinkles in his shirt - evidence of a long day as his audience would relate to.

He would leap up and greet children, teens, and adults alike with a joyful 'welcome' and wave excitedly at the camera.

Denki would lay on his bed and dream the scene as it painted itself on his marble ceiling, the thought that when no one could find the right channel or station to watch - they could just flicker to his and be greeted with the stressful yet exhilarating talks.

He would love to interact with his audience with the choices in a zombie apocalypse or nuclear war, he would laugh with his guests about the various discussions.

He wanted to be someone, maybe the flame of being a hero was fanned inside his heart - maybe the thought of proving himself was the fuel. Whatever it was, Denki was determined.

Even if that meant he had to come home to a faceless mansion, even if that meant he ate dinner alone, even if it meant he had to act happy - he will do it.

As the famous auto racer All-Might said, "plus ultra!"

Denki stared at the vibrating phone in his hands, the contact on the screen paling his features.

"Kaminari, are you okay?" Midoriya's voice broke his trance, though his tongue was still numb as he turned towards his green haired friend with matched fear in his emerald eyes.

"My sister is calling."