BNHA Littlespace Stories

😃MonoKami⚡

A sticky situation where Denki puts Monoma on the spot in front of everybody when he fully regressed at school. Requested ❤

It's an unlikely friendship; Monoma and Denki. Class 1-a was surprised to see Monoma enter their dorms from time to time. Sneering as he headed off to Denki's room, saying he felt bad for the dumb blonds grades and decided to tutor him.

It was weird, but Denki seemed to brighten up when Monoma's name was mentioned. So they let it go, but they would ring his neck if they found out if he was truly hurting him.

Behind the scenes, the exact opposite was happening.

How the two blonds ended up learning about their most deepest darkest secrets, they'll never know. All that matters is Monoma finally as someone to care for, and Denki has someone to rely on.

"Little Prince..." He looked down from the bed and watched the little pout on his puzzle play mat.

"Ba!" Denki defiantly shook his head.

"You know this has to be our little secret right?" Monoma, uncharacteristically, brushed his fingers through Denki's ratty hair. He had brushed it twice now, but Denki's hair was prone to a tangly mess.

Through the loving action, Denki (his cuddle bug) dived into Monoma's arms.

Monoma easily hoisted the boy onto his lap, dusting off cookie crumbs from his cheeks. "Others learning about us could jeopardize everything we've worked for."

Too little to understand, Denki simply got distracted by the birds flying by the window an idea popped into his head. "Dada, park!"

Monoma sighed, hugged the little tighter and responded in an apologetic tone. "I can't take you outside little one. I have to tell you when you are big, you won't understand if I explain this to you now."

Denki's smile fell. His bottom lip wobbled.

Monoma's heart clenched. "No tears now, Little Prince," he cooed softly, bouncing him just slightly. "How about... we draw the park instead? You can show me all the swings and the slide, and I'll color with you."

Denki sniffled. "'Kay," he mumbled, curling up tighter against Monoma's chest. "Dada draw trees."

"Yes, yes, Dada will draw all the trees you want."

Monoma let out a sigh once Denki finally settled down, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing signaling he was content for now. He stroked his hair gently, feeling unusually grounded in this quiet moment of comfort.

If only it could stay like this.

...

It was only a few days later when everything unravelled.

Class 1-A and Class 1-B had gathered in the arena for a joint workshop coming up. Something about new patrol rotations and mock drills. Monoma tagged along with Denki under the guise of making sure the blond actually retained any of his training material.

Denki was unusually fidgety that day, squirming in his seat, tugging at his sleeves, and clinging tightly to a stuffed Pikachu plush he had forgotten to leave in his room. Monoma narrowed his eyes the second Denki started slipping. He knew the signs-his "Little Prince" was peeking through.

"Denki," he whispered, nudging his side gently. "Hold on, okay? You're still big right now. Meeting's almost over."

But Denki's eyes had already glazed a little. His thumb went to his mouth. His shoes magically slipped off revealing socked feet that slipped onto the bench they and other classmates were sitting on. When the teacher asked a question and the room went silent for an answer-