KamiJirou-Dreaming

Rain in Munich

Denki crouched on a wet rooftop, his hood covering the majority of his bright blonde hair, excluding the now very moist tips. Each of his exhales emitted a light mist and fog as he brought his binoculars to observe the building across the street. Below the dark tops of the towers, the Munich streets were illuminated by the streetlamps below and indoor lights, the telling signs of winter as the fire places roared and flickered. Families lounged on couches, dined on assorted foods, and generally kept a peaceful and happy atmosphere. 

Much unlike Denki.

A waste, really, for the day before, he had accompanied Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero on a viewing of a tense match between Bayern Munich and Paris Saint Germain. To Bakugou's disbelief- and later rage - PSG had won out through an absolute belter from the Central Attacking Midfielder. Sero, on the other hand, felt the need to scream and laugh as he sat with Denki in the PSG section. By all accounts, Denki was happy to sit with his best friend, although if Kyouka had come, he would've picked her 9 times out of 10. But she had gotten caught by the girls and was forced to endure a gossip session with the girls.

Yet, Denki laughed and screamed as the French side rallied to beat the home side, avenging their loss to them a few years prior in the finals. Of course, his French was a little on the rougher side but he managed to blend in well enough that he caught the eyes of a few French girls in the stands. Winking and giggling, the girls tried, and failed, to garner his attention. 

But all that was put behind him as he sat on the wet rooftop, observing the suspected criminal lounging in his living room, the Barcelona-Real Madrid game illuminating the room with sickly blue light. The room itself was dirty and unkept, bottles of beer and empty cigarette cartridges littering the floor. CD's and books lined the shelves and gathered dust and cobwebs.

To Denki, the most repulsive was the man himself. According to the files he had reviewed, he was a member of the Quirkless Heroes: Munich. But he was far from the lanky, somewhat handsome individual in the photos. To say that he had let himself go was, to put it simply, an understatement. Like a walrus braying on his beach, the man roared in approval as the miniature players on his screen moved. The patches of spilled booze on is shirt was akin to that of a dirty piece of toilet paper, brown on white. The bush that was his beard was littered with the golden droplets of booze. 

Denki groaned as the man burped and farted at the same time, the microphones hidden in his house crackling to life as the air left the man's behind. The repulsive laugh of triumph that came next was equally as deplorable. 

A disgusting man as this being a criminal? Yes, if you counted farts as hazardous gas, then this man just might be a terrorist.

"Bleh, this guy is disgusting," Kendou said behind him. 

"Absolutely," Denki responded, "I'd take a gas mask before going in there if I were you."

Denki had the pleasure of teaming up with Kendou this time around, as Class B were up an about, unlike Class A. Technically, Denki could also be at the dorms, playing Mario Kart. However, he would not let this chance to go one step closer to his enemy slip away, not that he would be allowed to by Mr. Aizawa. The troubles of being a stand-out student.

"I'll ask Yaoyorozu to make me one," Kendo muttered quietly.

But gods above, this was awkward. This girl had caught him making out with a classmate, which was forbidden. Kendou, as the Class Rep, had every right to turn him in, but didn't, to both Denki's confusion and relief. Yet, despite the act of solidarity, she wouldn't even look his way. 

"Hey, Kendou?" Denki tried to get her attention.

"Yeah, Kaminari?" Kendou asked, still observing the man across the street.