KamiJirou-Dreaming

Barcelona Jam

"Why, Kaminari?!" Sero screamed, blood dripping from his head, bruised and wounded.

Denki looked over at his friend and smirked, hiding his annoyance. Dropping an unmoving Kirishima, he turned to face the next adversary. Kirishima lay still, a bloody hole in his breast, eyes staring into the void, blood seeping from his mouth. Mina was crushed under a fallen building, lower-body broken and dysfunctional, her arm twisted in gut-wrenching angles. Bakugou lay behind Sero, crumpled against a wall, impaled by a triad of metal poles, head bowed in submission as his soul met its maker.

Sero was bloody and beat, his combat suit torn and frayed, eyes fueled with rage. Denki, to compare, looked unscathed, the only signs of battle were his fists, which were stained by the blood of his "friends". Denki sighed, dusting off the the black leather of his bikers jacket. Putting his hands on his belt, he surveyed his former comrade.

"What do you mean, why?" Denki's eyes narrowed in annoyance, "Your anger is fueled by your envy, nothing more. The truly deplorable situation you are in is of your own making."

Denki pointed at the tape-user, "You stayed, complacent with your place in society, content to be a sheep as I rose up to be a wolf. Those who dare succeed, and I reckon I've been the most daring of them all."

Denki spread is arms and looked to the heavens, hysterical as he smiled, "After all, what's the point in being the best if you cannot showcase your talent? I was done being a pawn, a trophy, and now, I have transcended the threshold of heroism. I. AM. A. LEGEND!!!"

Denki looked at Sero and licked his dry lips, drawing his sword.

"Forfeit, and perhaps you may live in this world of mine," he suggested to Sero.

Sero spat on the ground in response, "And what about Jirou? Did your love mean nothing? What would she say to you if she saw you right now?"

For once, Denki had a double take, hesitant before hardening his resolve.

"A cute attempt," Denki brought his sword to wield, "But she is irrelevant right now, a side character to the battle we are destined to partake in. If those were your last words..."

Denki's eyes crackled to life, electricity running through his veins. His eyes glowed gold, and his grip tightened on the hilt of his sword.

"...then they were poorly chosen," Denki finished, and the two brothers engaged in a battle of fate that echoed through the annals of history.

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The screen flashed red as the letters spelled "GAME OVER" in bold. Sero put his head in his hands in defeat as the Bakusquad groaned in frustration. Denki, on the contrary, twirled his controller in smug triumph. The living room of the dorms erupted from the tense silence as Denki's avatar gave a suave salute for the audience, a confident and aloof smirk on the villainous blonde. 

"How the hell are you that good at video games?" Kirishima groaned.

"Uh, hello? Electric quirk, my G," Denki laughed as he tossed Midoriya the controller, "Got an electric appliance? I've probably already used it, and that includes video games."

"Yeah, he's a sweaty try-hard," Sero growled into his hands, still hunched in defeat, "It's like he's the All-Might of gaming."

"Hey now," Denki's smirk grew wider, "As our benevolent Explosion King says, you're a hater 'cause I'm at the top."