#dk. thread

Denki generally regarded homework as a problem for ‘future him’, but eventually that no longer worked. Such as now, the night before math homework was due. He had tried, or at least he’d looked at the paper for 10 whole minutes, but he just couldn’t figure it out. So now he was knocking on Bakugo’s door, easily the best student in their group. If he was busy, Denki supposed he could ask Sero or Jirou. 

my muse comes home covered in bruises. send me “it doesn’t look like nothing!” for my muse’s reaction.

“ it really is fine itoshi. “  granted, denki knew he’d be worried if any of the others came back to the dorms with a black eye and bruises littering their arms and shoulders. but how could he tell itoshi or any of the rest of them that he’d been mugged while he was off campus? he was a hero in training for god’s sake, it was embarrassing! it wasn’t like he could let his quirk out on the sidewalk with a bunch of pedestrians nearby, but it still left him feeling useless and like maybe he didn’t belong at ua with the rest of them after all. 

iSend me 💉 to find my muse disheveled and bloody after a fight!

denki would be the first person to admit that the fight didn’t go according to plan, but there hadn’t really been much of a plan to begin with. his main plan in most any fight, was just to avoid getting hit and avoid electrocuting his friends. there hadn’t been friends to worry about this time, which really should have made things easier on him, and yet.. his opponent had gotten some good hits in before he managed to electrocute them with enough volts to keep them down. it was hard to know just how resistant an opponent would be to electricity, and going in hot was likely to get someone killed, which he didn’t want. but that often left him the one getting hurt. so this left him carefully making his way back to the meeting point on shaky legs, running into kirishima on the way.

miscellaneous angst starters. @bkugs

a chuckle leaves his lips, just this side of bitter, he’s really not sure how they all want to place the blame on him when his classmates were all so happy to believe that he was some useless idiot. hell, half of them had made fun of him for it at some point or another. but that was heroes for you.  “ i’m going to need some clarification bakugou. are you so surprised because you trusted me and thought i was your friend? or are you just shocked that i managed to trick you? because i’ve got to be honest, you weren’t that great of a friend to me either. “  bakugou was the first to deny their friendship, so denki wasn’t sure why he should have to stay loyal.  

It’s been a long time since Denki had been this nervous, in his civilian clothes at least. He’d been in plenty of life or death situations, and yet this is the one that had short bursts of electricity flickering between his fingers. He was in Usagi’s room, still standing leaned next to her desk. She’d offered to let him sit, but he felt too stiff to do so, even while standing his thumb was tapping a scattered beat on the desk behind him. Why did he have to do this again? Oh right, cause Mina seemed to think they already were dating and he was beginning to go crazy wondering if they basically were or not as well. But still, saying it himself was hard, maybe he could get Mina to tell her.... No... That would be dumb. Sighing, Denki looked up at Usagi, chewing on his liip a little.