⌜charging⌟

oh no. 

don’t make eye contact, maybe if kaminari just walks right by him... the villain will not notice. don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. despite the repeating words in his thoughts, kaminari couldn’t help but sneak at peek at the villain he had come to recognize from his universe. why was he here.

his quick eye contact was enough to get him noticed ( kaminari always did suck at stealth ), causing the boy to panic. 

walking through the night, kaminari couldn’t help but stare at all the different faces he had come across. although he came from a world with superpowers and such, he still was not used to it. everyone here was so different and-

“What should I do?” Kaminari mumbled beneath his breath. He couldn’t believe he had lost something so important. Today had been such a great day too, but now it’s ruined. The boy paced back and forth with a sullen look etched upon his facials. He knew he had to look for the paper before a gust of wind blew it away, then he will never be able to find it. Grabbing a unlucky random passerby, Kaminari looked at them with his best puppy-dog eyes.

He couldn’t help but stare. Since he hails from a world of heroes, Kaminari felt a strong admiration for those who appear strong. The man before him certainly fit the stereotypical requirements. Tall, muscular, and an intimidating presence, the other already had the image that Kaminari only dreamed of having.

Not exactly the person he had wished to run into, especially not in the new environment. While the class 1-B jerk boy was a familiar face, it wasn’t necessarily the face Kaminari had wished to run into. He knew the other held a strong abhorrence for class 1-A, but he never actually spoken to him. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he thought him to be, then again maybe he was.

“Excuse me,” tapping the shoulder of a stranger, Kaminari anxiously smiled, “do you know where i could grab something to eat?” Although it very well was a question of potential life-and-death, he was shrugged off for the nth time of the day. 

People don’t seem to be too friendly here. The young male thought to himself, rubbing his nape. Perhaps he was asking the wrong people. It did appear as though he was not among the only new addition to such an environment. Maybe once more. Surely not everyone is as clueless as he was.