The Goddess of Creation and Beauty

Thunder Wounds

Jirou, Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima all went to a playground. They wanted to go to the mall, but they were all broke.

Kaminari pointed to the swings. "Ooooh lets get on those!" Kaminari rushed to them. The rest just normally followed. Kirishima sighed as they swinged. "Hey Jirou. Do you know much about the gods?" He asked her.

She sighed. "Yeah I guess. My grandfather is kinda crazy about them. He always has shines for each and everyone of them. Even ones like Ground Zero. He says that all gods are equal and should be treated as such. Why you ask?" She turns to him. 

"Well I love the gods. I do a lot of research about them. It's actually how Kaminari and me met. I was doing research on them and he noticed. We talked for hours after that." Kirishima laughed at the memory. Kaminari smiled. "Yeah that was a really good day! I couldn't understand why you didn't have any friends." He commented. He turned to Sero. "What about you bro? What do you think of the gods?"

Sero laughed. "I find I like the weird gods the best. Like no one likes Chargebolt. It seems like a complete meme. That's why I like him. Everyone always says 'OMG I love Creati' or 'Shoto is so cool.' but come on! Chargebolt somehow became friends with Pinky, who is just an extreme shipper, Red Riot, who is a sweet fighter, and Ground Zero, who is.... welll Ground Zero. Like come on!" Sero smiled.

Kaminari blushed lightly. "Yeah I agree." Kirishima smiled as well. "Yeah Chargebolt is like Kaminari's favorite god." 

Suddenly a yell was let out. The four turned to the scream. A green haired teen boy was on the ground surrounded by other boys. "Ha! Look at the weakling. Believing that the gods will help him and make him stronger. Stop feeding the animals by leaving food at shrines you Deku! They aren't real!" The leader of the boys shouted.

Kirishima and Kaminari's expressions darkened. They got up, fists closed. A sudden storm came in, clouds covering the sun. Thunder could be heard. Rain began to fall. Kirishima walked to the group.

He tapped the leader on the shoulder. "Hey I couldn't help but see you're beating up a kid. Why don't we all be friends and let this kid walk home in peace?" The leader turned and scoffed. "And why would I listen to you?" The leader punched Kirishima and he didn't even flinch or move. They looked with fear in their eyes. The rest of the kids ran away. The leader looked behind him. "Hey where the hell are you going?!"

"Now...." He turned back to Kirishima. "Why don't I teach you a lesson?" Kirishima punched him in the face. Hard. He fell on the ground. He likely has a broken nose. Kirishima lifted him up, by the collar of his shirt. The bully looked at him. "Who....are you?" Kirishima smiled and whispered in his ear. "Not Important, but you can bet that if you hurt anyone ever again, you won't live to the next day. Understand?" Kirishima let him go and he quickly ran away.

Kirishima turned to the green haired boy and put his hand down to help him up. "Hey dude. What's your name?" He asked. The green haired took his hand. "Izuku.... Midoriya." He said shakily. Kirishima smiled. "Kirishima! It's nice to meet you. Hopefully they should never mess with you again. But if they do, just make sure to fight back okay?" Midoriya smiled. "Yeah, thank you!" Kirishima waved goodbye.

The storm hadn't lightened up yet. So the four agreed to go home. Jirou went to her house and opened the door and closed it. "Where were you?" Her mother grumbled. "I was out with friends." She quickly said. Her father was sitting next to her mom. "We looked in your room." She froze.

"Why do you have a guitar?" He said. "I thought we said that you can't play music." Jirou looked to see him holding the guitar. "I know, but I always wanted to play." Her father quickly hit her over the head with the guitar, smashing it to pieces. Her head was bleeding. "Go upstairs. Now." He said.

She quickly rushed to her room and closed the door. She laid on her bed, crying. Despite everything she tried, she is always drawn back to music. Her father hates music. Anything music. So Jirou was often attacked for even listening to music. Playing it was another worse offence.

She would be heading to her grandfather and spending the weekend tomorrow. She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.