KamiJirou-Dreaming

The Finals

The past week had been hell for the electric user. Between matches, hospital beds, and mental breakdowns, Denki felt so burned out. When he rose at his regular 5;30 mark, he wanted to lay back down and sleep some more. But he knew that if he did, no amount of alarms would wake him up again. Begrudgingly, he changed into his jogging pants and a sweater, slipped on some running shoes, and rn off into the morning dew.

The silence of the early morning was broken only by the pitter-patter of his feet on pavement and the occasional commuter dragging his feet to the car, or the office woman backing out the highway. The bitter cold was evident by the small puffs of breath as Denki willed himself through the winter cold. 

"Can I go back to sleep now?" he thought bitterly.

But he was too far to turn back now, and a small part would feel unsatisfied, he knew. So on with the pitter patter.

Finally seeing his garage, he stopped in front of the steel gate and opened it. Walking to the garage door and pulling it out of his way, he took a few deep breaths and wiped the sweat off his head. Opening the refrigerator that they kept in the garage and sitting down on the couch in the back of the spacious garage, Denki sipped his energy drink as he relaxed. Looking at the clock, he had a whole hour and a quarter before 1st period. 

The cold energy drink ran down his throat and he felt refreshed as he felt it's effects take hold. Sighing to himself and sinking lower into the cushions, he refused to get back up to get ready for school. But he knew that if he didn't right now, he'd probably wait until he was considered late to shower.

So he quietly dragged his sore body down the cold hallway and into the restroom. He peeled off his cothes and stepped into the shower. He was hoping to be quiet to let his aunt sleep some more; a cranky woman was a dangerous woman.

The shower decided to turn him over to the demon as Denki turned the water to it's hottest temperature.

"OH F*CK ME," he screamed as the water burned his back. Quickly he slammed the knob the other way.

Maybe a little too hard, as the water went from boiling to freezing cold.

"OH, FOR F*CK'S SAKE," he yelled as he finally got the knob in the right temperature.

Fully awake now, he stepped into the lukewarm stream of water, muttering grumpily about the water being stupid. 

A hard pounding on the door alerted him to the other inhabitant of the house, his Aunt Shizu. 

"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, I GET IT YOU'RE NERVOUS, BUT I WAS SLEEPING," Aunt Shizu scolded him, "I HAVEN'T HAD ENOUGH SLEEP FOR THE PAST WEEK, SO SHUT THE F*CK UP!"

"Sorry..." Denki winced as his aunt shuffled grumpily back to her room, slamming it shut. 

He had noticed her staying up late in her study pouring over files and reports. Maybe she had a breakthrough in the case?

He let the thought slip his mind as he briskly walked to the comfort of his room. The cold winter air of the hallway transitioned into the warm, cozy air of his room, courtesy of his heater. He dried his hair and opened his closet, taking out the folded uniform and slipping it on. Tucking his his shirt into his belt and putting the final touches onto his tie, he reached for his spare P.E. uniform,  the third set by now, and slipped it into his bag. 

He made his bed, strapped on his watch, made an attempt to calm his shower hair, brushed his teeth, and left down the stairs to the dining room. Grabbing a Pop Tart off the counter and walking to the small shoe hallway, he opened his breakfast as he put on his shoes.

"Aunt Shizu, I'm off!" he half-yelled, hoping she wouldn't cuss him out for waking her up.

"Okay, be careful!" a muffled response came.