Comfort By Affection [ OC x Denki Kaminari]

Comfort By Affection [ OC x Denki Kaminari]

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Trigger Warning!! This story contains strong language, panic attacks and depressing topics. Two prisoners had a one night stand. The woman got pregnant, and the two never spoke again. She had the baby, and his name was Naoko Katayama. He was in and out of foster homes, when he found his forever home. Naoko Katayama became Naoko Kirishima. He got adopted by Eijirou Kirishima's mother, and the two enrolled into UA. Will they find love? Will they become heroes? Read to find out. This is my first fanfiction, so I know it'll suck but bare with me. This is the second time I've rewritten this, so I hope it'll turn out good, or at least okay. Enjoy!
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This is a gay Fanfiction based in the Realm of My Hero Academia. Major warnings!!! This book is quite heavy, dealing with issues such as suicide, Poor Mental health, SH and gore. Please avoid this book if these things affect you negatively. ALL RIGHTS TO BNHA BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI! THIS IS ONLY A FANFIC! It was true what people said about me, I hate myself. I hate the way I look, the way I act, the way I walk and talk. Everyone knows it, but they stay back and observe. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, to just disappear. But, each passing day, "he" grows stronger, those emotions I repress, they fester, seep into my body like a malicious poison. Uncle and dad say he sees potential in me... they only say it because they know I'm not special. They've made me feel like I'm not deserving of love, life or liberty. ...Sometimes I wonder what it would be like ...to see their blood ...splattered all over the walls ...their bodies snapped like toothpicks ...I wonder...

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