Kaminari Denki is dead or at least he thinks he is. It's really the only logical conclusion he can come up with. He's been standing in front of Kirishima and shouting for the past ten minutes, slowly becoming more and more hysterical the longer the red-haired boy ignores him. He doesn't remember much of the day before he woke up, doesn't really remember a lot of the fighting that has clearly shaken up his fellow classmates but he knows it must have been bad. He can't recall how he theoretically died but he knows at some point in the chaos he must have overcharged himself and that's where he always seems to find the most trouble. He must have fried himself in an attempt to take out as many villains as possible. He'd been stuck, cornered with nowhere to go alongside Jirou and Yaoyorozu. Their fear had almost been palpable in the air and it had taken some convincing from the girls before he had thrown down one of his biggest electrical surges to date and it must have worked but he has no memory of what happened afterwards.
He had woken up on his back, slowly blinking up at the USJ ceiling before scrambling up and frantically searching for Jirou and Yaoyorozu. He had spotted the purple bob first, darting over to Jirou to ask her what had happened. At first, he thought she was ignoring him, the girl standing huddled up with the rest of their class bar Midoriya and Aizawa. The group was clustered together and most of his classmates had shell shocked looks on their faces. He had called out to Jirou, wanting to know what had happened but the girl had continued to softly speak to Yaoyorozu. He had been expecting the headphone jack user to berate him as usual not ignore him. Frowning in annoyance, he had moved closer to the group and tried to grab her shoulder only for his fingers to slide through the other girl's body. The encounter had shaken him, leading Kaminari to frantically follow the group and try to gain the attention of his other classmates only to repeat the experience.
He had quickly grown more and more panicked until his desperate antics at being noticed led to his current escapades which included but were not limited to jumping, screaming, and waving his hands in front of his best bro's face. Kirishima continued to be oblivious to Kaminari's suffering (the boy cuddled close and whispering lowly to Bakugou) and the electric blonde finally flopped down on the floor of the bus shuttling the traumatized teens back to UA.
"This sucks." He whined out, trying to hold the tears at bay. "Today was supposed to be a fun day not a nightmare and I am definitely not supposed to be dead." His voice cracked as the tears finally spilled down his cheeks. He was scared. He wanted Kirishima and Jirou to respond to him. He wanted someone, anyone, to throw an arm around his shoulders and loudly proclaim that this was all a joke. He wanted his mom to tell him things would be okay but most importantly he really, really wanted to not be dead. A sob wracked through his frame and he brought his knees to his chest, hiding his face as he cried even harder. What was he supposed to do now? What would his family do? He had so many question's running through his head and it hurt.
The screeching of brakes finally broke him out of his moping fest and he stood up, wiping at his eyes with his jacket sleeve. He lingered at the back of the crowd, watching as his class made their way off the bus. He recognized Present Mic and Midnight as they ushered the somber students into the safety of UA but he didn't move from his spot inside the bus. He was too scared to attempt at gaining the other teacher's attention. He didn't want to get his hopes up only to face the bitter truth. Slowly, as he watched the group disappear into the building, he exited the bus and stopped. He wasn't quite sure where to go, his feet scuffing the asphalt but making no noise. Should he follow them inside the school? Could he go home? Did he need to try and find his body? The very thought of seeing his own corpse had the boy shivering, almost sending him back into a fit of crying. He wanted to be brave but the situation had already spiraled so far out of his control that he was left to wonder what he should do. He really didn't want to spend eternity as a ghost. He needed to find out what had happened. That would be his first step but to do that he'd need to make his way back to the USJ facility and he didn't think he was ready to go back. He wasn't even sure if he could get back there. They had taken a bus to and from the building and he honestly hadn't been paying much attention the direction they had driven to get there. It didn't seem like a long drive but walking would be a different story.
"At least it can't get much worse. I'm already dead." He muttered to himself, trying and failing to lift his own spirits. With a resigned sigh, Kaminari started what he was sure to be a long trek back to the place of his death.