Finally Found: A Kamijiro Fanfiction

Epilogue

Denki Kaminari, currently ranked 26th most popular hero in Japan, peeled his eyes open to the sound of vomiting.

For only being 25 years old, a rank under 30 was amazing.

He rubbed out his hair, sitting up from his bed. The covers on the left side had been messily thrown back. Sunlight poured into their apartment through blinds that covered the sliding door to their balcony. He yawned and gave a hearty stretch, slipping off the bed to wander toward the bathroom.

Their apartment was simple, sparsely furnished since they'd just moved in a few months ago. A black shelf filled with photos and memories hugged the hallway leading to the restroom. A tiny, yellow guitar pick lay inside a clear case, a lightning bolt design printed onto the front. On the back, a handwritten name.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he leaned on the trim of the doorway.

"Do I look okay?" His wife looked back at him with a skeptical gaze, her elbow on the toilet seat as she sat on the floor.

"You always look okay to me," he entered the room and kneeled on the floor next to her as she rested her head on a palm, stroking his fingers along her back for comfort. "Do you think you caught something from that place we went to yesterday?"

"I could text Sho and Mo, but not now," she replied quietly from her spot.

"I could ask if you want, I know you and Shoto ordered the same thing," Denki gently pulled her purple locks from her face. "See, I knew something was up when you decided not to eat, you love the sushi that place has."

"Not all sushi is the same Denks, what if it was old, hm?" she replied.

"At a 4.6 star restaurant? Highly doubt it. Also not impossible though. . ." he thought about the possibility before his wife abruptly leaned forward and puked into the toilet. "When did you get up this morning?" Denki turned to a grey clock they hung in their bathroom. It was currently 8:15 AM on a Sunday.

"I don't know," she shook her head winded out. "Seven thirty? I can't remember."

"You've been throwing up for a solid half hour?" Denki scrunched his nose concerned.

"Well it's better now than it was an hour ago. I woke up feeling dizzy just lying down," the woman hung her head tiredly. "Maybe it was that whole restaurant in general. Everything there just smelled too nauseatingly strong. I bet if I did actually eat my whole plate I would've thrown up right then and there."

"I'll ask Shoto about it," Denki hopped up from his spot. "Make a choice, strawberry, banana, or blueberry?"

"I don't feel like eating."

"Choose or I'm choosing for you, Kyoka."

"Strawberry," she replied with a huff.

Leaving out the door he heard her suddenly retch into the toilet a third time. Their kitchen was small but neat, white counters with pine colored cabinets and drawers gave the place a modest, earthy feel. He whisked open the fridge they had and pulled out a single yogurt cup; strawberry, her favorite fruit. Closing it and passing by a drawer he pulled out a spoon and continued toward their bedroom, where he swept the blanket from off the bed and his phone from its little, black nightstand.

"Hey."

"Denki-"

"I'll wash it, don't worry," he replied before Kyoka had a chance to finish. Nonetheless, she took the blanket anyway and turned herself into a burrito.

"Eating yogurt in a bathroom seems unsanitary," Kyoka mumbled.

"That's why I'm leaving it on the sink until you're done," he came to plop on the floor beside her, opening his phone.

"You know, I haven't seen Momo in person since we all parted from U.A., and not once have I ever seen her with her hair that short. I wonder if she cut it before our date," Kyoka added, recalling their double lunch date from yesterday.

"I noticed that too," Denki added before speaking more brightly. "Hey, Shoto says he feels fine, but now that he knows you're puking, he's probably feeling queasy just thinking about what he ate," Denki chuckled.

"Great for him then," Kyoka sighed before shutting the seat and reaching for the handle to let it flush.

Denki watched her step up from the blanket before dousing her face in water from their bathroom sink. He glanced back his phone until his facial expression changed.

"Hey Kyo?"

"Mm?" She muffled through a towel to dry her face off.

"He talked to Momo and she's fine too, but she said another thing-"

"Like what?" Kyoka tore open the yogurt cup and lifted her spoon.

As she asked an unexpected video call startled them.

"Kyo! Don't tell me!" An excited voice hollered from the other side.

Shoto made an uncomfortable grunt as Momo practically buried him, latching onto his phone.

"Tell what?" Kyoka leaned over the phone, giving a friendly wave.

"Mo- Mo- get off of me," Shoto pleaded as the phone plummeted to the floor in an unbalanced crash. The phone was roughly picked up as Momo lifted it from the floor, revealing she was sitting in sweats and one of her husband's cozy shirts. Shoto was next to her on the sofa they sat on, rolling his eyes but allowing her to hold onto his phone, he then did a double take as he looked back at the screen. "Are you guys still in the bathroom?"

"Kyo's been in here since 7:30, I think she finally stopped though," Denki responded, resulting in Momo to squeal louder.

"Momo," Kyoka laughed. "Why are you being so loud? You sound like a dying cat."

"Please tell me you're expecting!" She screamed, Shoto looked over with just as much surprise as Denki had.

Kyoka's mouth parted open, no words seemed to escape though as endless thoughts entered her head.

"I. . .I don't know? I haven't checked," she finally responded, placing her fingers over her mouth.

"Because Kyoka~ have I got a surprise for you," Momo said with a cheeky smile.

"What the hell is that smile supposed to mean? It looks somewhat evil-" Kyoka blinked wildly confused before Momo blurted it anyway.

"It means we'll be expecting together!" Momo exclaimed happily through the phone.

Denki had fallen silent under both women's ecstatic screaming.

"And you didn't decide to tell me?!" Kyoka yelled through happy laughter.

"I figured to tell you sooner but I wanted to surprise you when I suddenly invited you to a baby shower, it would've been the best prank."

"Bitch, and try to stay away from me until you got a baby bump? No way!" Kyoka argued.

"You wouldn't have noticed anyway, I have PLENTY of dresses that hide it well. You definitely didn't catch me when we went out to eat yesterday!" Momo gave a coy wink.

"SERIOUSLY! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME THEN!" Kyoka fanned her arms angrily.

"Oh my gosh! Kyoka! Our kids are going to be best friends," Momo cried, both men smiling softly at their wives hogging their phones.

Kyoka Kaminari and Momo Todoroki didn't know it yet, but their children would go on to become the next generation of heroes even after them.

But that's story for another time.

;)