KamiJirou-Dreaming

The Limit

Kyouka sat at his bedside for what seemed to be the hundredth time. But this was more serious. Just a few hours before, Recovery Girl and her team rushed to stabilize Denki after the battle. From what Kyouka was told, Denki had suffered a stroke due to his brain experiencing a hemorrhagic stroke; a blood vessel burst. This was because his brain had far surpassed it's electricity capacity midway through the final but for the duration, Denki's body ignored it. He had chosen to push on.

Which could've killed him. 

Kyouka felt her heart drop as she realized how close she was to losing him. Denki, the one she couldn't lose. If she lost him, she would never be able to be happy. Kyouka gripped his hand. It was so cold. His heart beat shown on the monitor with a steady rhythm. 

He had won the battle, yet lost the war. This was his limit, but also it was hers. 

Kyouka knew she had feelings for the electric blonde, the one who always had a joke up his sleeve to make people smile, the one with the ability to pick up someone's day with his    million-watt smile. But Kyouka just couldn't put her finger on what those feelings were. She saw him as family, so maybe that?

But there were times when she longed to be wrapped in his strong arms and feel his toned chest. She longed to be so close that she could feel his breath down her neck. She longed to feel his lips on her own, his eyes to look at her and her own, to gain permission to devour hi-

Kyouka's face flushed as she shook her head, hoping to dispel such lewd thoughts. She knew she had been reading too much smut and romance for a lifetime. 

"That's crazy," she thought, flustered, "Doing those sorts of things with him?!"

But looking again at her partner, she began to reconsider. Apart from being stupid in class, dense about feelings, and being outright scary when he steps to the plate, Denki was a good guy. You could say he was scary, or you could say he was a very hard worker who was very responsible. Judging from his work on police cases, it was clear he just needed motivation and effort to improve from a mid-table student to an elite test-taker. He had nerves of steel and had the skills to boot. Yet he was still very kind and considerate. He was perceptive and knew what to say and do when someone was down in the dumps. 

He was also good with kids, she remembered. Being family friends, he had obviously met her many cousins, nieces, and nephews. They just seemed to flock to Denki, drawing off from is radiant personality. He could take care of the house and cook. The perfect husband. 

Kyouka sighed, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding in. 

"I wouldn't mind having a family with him," she whispered to her blushing self, "What am I even saying, he nearly died and I'm sitting here thinking about marrying him."

Kyouka looked at the sleeping Denki. A smile found its way onto her face, the warmth in her heart spreading throughout her body. Yeah, marriage sounded nice.

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"I think I'm tied with Midoriya for trips to the infirmary."

Denki put a spoonful of chicken noodle soup in his mouth, enjoying the warm, salty, broth as the chicken, pasta, and carrots succumbed to the pressure of his pearly white teeth. The quality in the food was evident as steam rose from the fragrant white bowl surrounded by a chicken sandwich and a cup of fruit. Denki put down his spoon and grasped his mango smoothie. 

Kyouka looked at the blonde with an exasperated look. 

"Yes, Denki, congrats on being the most injured person despite having your quirk for years now," she joked, "Maybe you still need to go to kiddies class for controlling your quirk."