Holy shit, people are actually cheering for him and he doesn't know how to feel.
The villain goes boom and the crowd goes yay. Electrical currents still run from the very tip of his toes, throughout his veins, and into his mind, but he doesn't short circuit out anymore (which was disappointing for Jirou, because she couldn't make fun of him in that regard now). He gives the goofy grin that the citizens go crazy for, and they begin to line up to get his autograph. Everyone's proud of the Stun Gun Hero, Chargebolt! Huzzah, hooray!
Good fucking job, kiddo.
He signs notebooks and arms and even a woman's chest. Kaminari's signing away for all the lovely fans! Underneath all the "Ah, it's no problem!" and "You're welcome, little girl!", Denki Kaminari is freaking the fuck out. He's here, as a hero - no, a Pro Hero - and he has saved lives (so, so many lives) with his own hands and his own quick thoughts and his own this and that and –
(He's a Pro Hero and he doesn't know how he'd gotten to this point. It's so surreal, too surreal, that it surely cannot be real.)
A small little boy approaches him, jumping up and down in that standard little boy fashion. Toothless and charming, he asks Mr. Chargebolt for an autograph, pwetty pwease.
Kaminari smiles and holds back those damned tears, reminding himself that he's a big boy now. Big boys don't cry, do they?
"Of course, kid."
i am scolding myself for taking this long to write about kaminari. how shameful.
also, i realized i didn't write a story celebrating the fact that i wrote 50 fanfics. i should do that at some point haha.
also, i'm on a roll right now. idk where tf this writing muse came from, but thanks for paying me a visit.