Electric Current: Not Past

Letters to Us

Shinsou's pov:

(AN: Bet you weren't expecting this, were ya? I hope you enjoy this new pov!)

After Denki's nightmare episode, it took me a long time to fall asleep. I spent most of it holding him and watching for any signs of that terrible fear he seemed to have in his dreams, but there was none. He was sleeping peacefully, so I would too.

When I woke up next, it was to my alarm. It might be the weekend, but I've never been the type to lay around all day. My arms felt cold, empty. I shot up from the bed and felt the spot next to me for Denki, though I already knew he wasn't there anymore.

Where could he be, I wondered. Usually, Denki slept until early evening if he wasn't woken up. He hardly ever woke early. I let myself lay back on the comfortable bed for a few more minutes, so I could fully wake up, then pulled my phone off the charger.

No messages or missed calls. No sign at all that he'd had to abruptly leave. Fortunately or unfortunately, it didn't take me long to find his name in my contacts. There were only three other people on the list. And two of them were my dads.

Yes, dads plural. Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi, also known as pro heroes and teachers Eraserhead and Present Mic. I'm still not used to referring to them as my parents, but that was what they were. Even Aizawa, with his grumpy and bored attitude, acted the role of father.

Definitely better than my own... The phone rang three times before going to voicemail.

"Hi, this is Daike Kaminari. If I didn't answer it was.. haha... Probably because my friends were singing to crappy Disney songs again. Leave yo—"

"Dai, whatcha doin'?!"

There was a crash and muffled cursing before Denki started laughing into the speaker.

"NOTHING! Be right there! Leaveyournameandnumberand... Yeah bye."

I spent a good minute after the voicemail played out just laughing. Denki was and still is a complete dork, but it was something I liked about him. Him... I'd heard a few people call him Daike before, but never made the connection. I just thought it was a nickname.

After taking a breath, I ring him up again. This time, it goes straight to voicemail.

"...Yeah bye."

"Yeah, uh hey Denks. It's Shinsou and I was just wondering where you ran off to so early in the morning. Also, sorry about uh... Laughing your ear off in my other voicemail. Your voicemail is just very you." I say with a smile.

Just imagining the goofy smile on his face made my own smile widen. Something about that blonde-headed, off-branded Pokémon character made me feel... I don't know honestly. He made me feel things I haven't ever felt before. I was someone else around him.

"Where could he be..."

He always answered when I called, even if he was in the middle of something. It made me feel like a clingy boyfriend, but I dialed him one last time, just to see. Voicemail. Sighing, I toss my phone on the bed and head towards my closet to change.

As always, my favorite sweater was missing, but it only made me smile. Because I knew where it was, who had it. Since my sweater was currently in the hands of the blonde, I settled on black basketball shorts and a plain, black t-shirt.

Maybe Bakugou or one of the others knows where he is... With that in mind, I exited my room and went downstairs. It was still pretty early for everyone to be up on the weekend, but I knew for a fact that Bakugou would be up. And I was right.