I've been in a major Kaminari fix. Pretty lightning boy needs some loving. Unfortunately, it's from me, and I have a tendency to hurt my favorite characters.

There's some cursing.

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The first time it happened after the Yuuei entrance exam wasn't a big deal. While it's normal for children to play with their quirks, parents were often more cautious about the kids who could accidentally hurt others. That and due to strict regulation laws for quirks, Denki had never been able to go all out with his power before.

But the practical exam was a chance to let loose and smash some robots at the same time. The entire mock city block was littered with rubble and mechanical debris while dust clouded the air. Denki ran to and fro, electricity sparking from his body causing various two and three pointers to short circuit and explode. By the time there were only 4 minutes left, he was breathing heavy and there was a growing buzzing in the back of his mind.

Wanting to end with a dramatic flair, Denki pushed past the slightly numbing tingles prickling under his skin and shot out one last burst of electricity to take out several robots converging on his position at once. The buzzing in his head turned into fuzziness, and it was like being drunk while he saw robots crashing around him through a fisheye lens. Several other test applicants were running around him, but Denki was moving on a time delay, his brain taking longer than normal to process what was happening around him.

His golden eyes blinked in confusion when a short, elderly woman walked in front of him. He saw her mouth move and heard the words, but it took a moment before he comprehended them.

"Are you alright, dear?" Denki tried to answer. When he opened his mouth, all that came out was a jumble of garbled sounds. Then for a moment he wasn't even sure he remembered how to speak, so instead he showed the woman a thumbs up. She hummed thoughtfully and went to a nearby examinee, a burly six-armed boy, and instructed him to help Denki out of the testing area. After a hand on his shoulder turned him around and pushed him forward, Denki followed along.

For some reason, the wordless syllables that spilled from his mouth were incessantly funny and turned into giggles. The strange appearances of the people around him were funny. The rock he almost tripped over was funny. Past the main gate, he was passed off to a teacher who asked if he was okay. Unable to speak real words, Denki raised a thumb and kept it up in case anyone else asked. He was sat down in a chair to wait until his mom could pick him up.

He never stopped giggling to himself, not even with a familiar blue compact drove up. The woman who got out had long blond hair and brown eyes, and she quickly ran to her son, who could only grin and present a thumbs up. Mrs. Kaminari spoke with the teacher keeping an eye out on the brain fried boy while Denki amused himself by watching a butterfly float by. Then his mother was helping him up and carefully maneuvering him into the passenger seat of the car.

The whole ride home, Denki stared at his reflection in the window, giggling at the half-lidded eyes staring back. Each time his mom tried to talk, all he could think to do was keep showing his upward pointed thumb. When they got home, she guided him inside to the living room couch. She laid him down and kept an eye on him until he fell asleep.

There was an ache in his brain when Denki's eyes opened later that evening. He pressed a hand to his temple as he sat up. He glanced around the living room, unsure how he got on the couch, when he saw the analogue clock on the wall. With a shout, he tripped over himself in his hurry to get up.

"Mom!" he called out, rushing to the kitchen. "It's already seven! Why didn't you wake me? I'm going to be late for the exam!" The blond paused when he saw the dinner being cooked.

Denki's mother, hair tied up out of the way, put down the knife she was using to cut up a vegetable tray and slowly approached him.

"The test is already over, lightning bug," she started, sounding concerned. "You took it earlier today."

"It….what?" His forehead wrinkled in confusion. After a few moments, memories started to trickle in. Waking up and getting dressed, going to the exam, although there was an hour or two at the end of the exam that was fuzzier than the rest. Slowly, Denki walked himself through his day, making sure there wasn't anything he had also forgotten, before ending with the acknowledgement that it was already dinnertime. This whole time he'd stood silently which began to worry Mrs. Kaminari.

"Denki, you haven't gone over your wattage limit since you were a kid." His mom placed her hands on his shoulders and looked inquiringly into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he waved off her concern, and added a short laugh for good measure. "I'm probably still out of it after that nap." She narrowed her eyes, disbelief evident in her stare. Denki put his hands on top of hers. "I'm fine," he reiterated. "I promise."

~I~

It wasn't until the villains attacked at the USJ that Denki started to realize something was wrong. He tried to be careful to never short circuit his brain during training, but when he became the first line of defense and had to protect his classmates, caution went to the wind. Bursts of electricity shot across the ground, debilitating the horde of villains that surrounded Jirou, Yaomomo, and himself.

Normally, his quirk sent comforting sparks down his spine, but in his desperation to use all that he could to keep them all safe, harsh tears ripped along his forearms as bolts of electricity arced out and spread across the rocky ground.

As the yellow bolts faded away, so did Denki's thought process. His mind went blank.

With everyone down for the count, he wandered around with his two thumbs up. Then someone grabbed the back of his black jacket and lifted him off of the ground. WIth his brain fried, Denki couldn't think of an escape and instead drowned in instinctual fear.

When the gunshot rang out and he fell to the ground, Denki crawled his way to his friends. Yaomomo and Jirou helped him stand up while they looked in the direction of the USJ entrance. They were quickly instructed to make their way to where the rest of their class was waiting. Each group of students was asked questions when the police showed up before they were allowed to step into the bus that would take them back to school.

When the bus pulled up to Yuuei, class 1-A filed off. While most were heading to the classroom, Aizawa instructed Jirou to guide the incapacitated Denki to the medical ward to get checked out by Recovery Girl. The earphone jack quirk user found his current state hilarious and snapped a photo of her classmate, half tempted to make it her new wallpaper.

Once at the nurse's office, Denki was sat down on the patient cot, and it only took an simple kiss from Recovery Girl for clarity to return to him. He blinked and shook his head. There was a ringing in his ears, and the entire length of his arms ached.

"Feeling better, dear?" the elderly woman asked, spinning in her chair to face him. Denki smiled and attempted a thumbs up, only for the muscles in his hand to twitch and fight against the movement. Without missing a beat, he quickly wiggled his fingers to loosen them up and tried again, this time succeeding. Then he noticed a glimpse of something on his wrist.

Golden eyes widened when he pushed up his sleeve and saw pale burn marks along his forearm. They looked like tree branches and covered the skin. Before he could ask, Jirou walked closer and peered curiously at the scarring.

"That actually looks pretty badass," she commented, touching a finger to it. Denki's arm flinched at the pressure that rippled out a wave of uncomfortable heat.

"They're called Lichtenberg scars," Recovery Girl explained. "Caused when lightning flows through the body and then forcibly exits. This has never happened before?"

"Never," Denki replied, removing his jacket so that he and Jirou could see the patterned scars lining along both arms.

"Curious. How odd that it should happen now." The nurse hummed thoughtfully, tapping her lip. "You probably exerted your quirk beyond what even your body could handle."

That sounds kind of like Midoriya, Denki thought, before standing up and pulling his jacket back on. "We should probably get back to class," he said, earning a surprised look from Jirou. Interest in going to class was almost unheard of for the dead last student.

"Probably. After all, you need all the help you can get," Jirou snarked, but her friendly smirk showed that she was only teasing. Even if it was a pretty true statement. Denki smirked and winked at the purple haired girl before leading the way to the door.

"So you waited for me. Maybe you should be my nurse nex-" He paused outside the door, not just because of the jab to his side from Jirou's ear jack, and looked down each hallway. Denki frowned, the smallest twitch beneath his left eye. He glanced in each direction again. "Which way is…" His voice quieted with a snap of his teeth, immediately realizing the innate issue in having to ask.

A hand pressed against the side of his face and lightly pushed him to the side. Jirou gave him a look before turning to the left.

"Come along, doofus. No procrastinating." Denki made himself laugh, as if it were a joke, and followed along. As they walked, he kept back a little so that Jirou would continue to lead. Everything on the path back to class looked familiar, but only after they already passed.

~I~

Things started to change after the USJ.

Denki found himself misplacing things. Losing books. Forgetting conversations only days after they happened.

At the end of each day, he would hide away in his room and run through as many random facts as he could, including those about the past day. He would also pull out one of his books and read, since if he forgot anything there, he could just read it again and remember.

It didn't help much, but at least it made him feel better.

He'd need that small comfort since his memory was only going to get worse.

~I~

"What do you mean you can't swim?"

Denki looked from his phone to Kirishima, the fingers of his other hand pinching the end of a phone charger. His friends played it off as training to control his electrical output, even though it was obvious he was just a very convenient outlet. The normal crew, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Ashido, and Bakugo, were hanging out in the common lounge of the dorms trying to make plans for Spring Break, when someone suggested going to the beach.

The electric quirk user vaguely shrugged in the direction of the red head and was trying to ignore the faint static sound in his ears.

"I had started lessons when I was a kid but had to stop after getting my quirk," he explained. Sparks of electricity were always arcing off his skin when he was young and didn't have full control, and everyone knows that electricity and water don't mix. It was an unpredictable safety risk to the other kids. His mom tried to teach him herself, but even as a kid he noticed the flinches as sparks used the water as a conductor to sting her, so Denki told her he didn't want to learn anymore.

The pink skinned girl next to him, whose phone he was currently charging, wrapped her arms around him.

"My poor son!" Ashido cried. "I'll teach you!" A laugh shook his form as she rocked him around in her hug.

"It's not a big deal," he assured. "Is your phone finished charing yet, Ashido?" The acid user pulled back and tilted her head with a strange look.

"You stopped charging it awhile ago. You doing okay?" The static in Denki's ears faded away when he looked at his left hand to confirm that it wasn't holding a charger. He awkwardly laughed.

"Yeah, must be one of those Mondays."

"It's Wednesday, dumbass," Bakugo barked.

"Exactly," Denki quickly retorted, grinning and shooting the hot head a pair of finger guns, hoping no one noticed faint twitch of his eye. Tilting his phone away from Ashido, he opened the calendar app to confirm that he had forgotten the day of the week again.

Fighting a worried sigh, Denki playfully fought his way out of Ashido's grasp and got up from the couch. The air had started to feel suffocatingly hot so he had planned to turn the fan on, but he paused with his hand on the switch.

"You know, I might head back upstairs," he decided, looking over his shoulder. "Probably need to start cramming for that test in Cementoss' class." Though he didn't notice it, his friends looked at each other in confusion and concern while Bakugo stared him down with a sneer.

"Dude, our test was yesterday," Sero hesitantly spoke, breaking the ice before the others could. "Today's Wednesday, remember?" Before he could think, Denki's hand jolted and accidentally shocked the panel of switches. The overhead lights briefly flickered before going dark.

Everyone started grumbling and laughing, but by the time their eyes adjusted to the darkness, Denki was already gone.

~I~

"Dammit!" Denki slammed sparking fists down on his desk, scorching the surface with black marks, once he was safely in his dorm room. He'd gone too far in training again and spent two hours in the nurse's office as a blubbering idiot, giggling and holding out a thumbs up while several of his classmates laughed at him. My teammates who were...it was...um, Denki strained his brain, working past the loud buzzing to think about who he had been working with during class.

It had been a "defeat the villain and rescue the victim" class, which some people thought hit a little too close to home after what happened to Bakugo, and took place in the forested training area. Denki remembered that they had used something they weren't given. Was it a net? Or wire? Either way it had to be Yaoyorozu. He breathed a little easier after figuring out one of them.

One more. It was becoming more commonplace that Denki had to do this after training, but it wasn't usually this difficult unless he went over his wattage limit. Things were getting harder to remember, so going over everything that happened each day helped to keep it straight. He sat in his chair and put his head in his hands, leaning on his elbows.

They had been in the forest. Did the other teammate talk at all? There were animals. Animals mean...shit… He could see his classmate's face in his mind. Frantically grasping for a name, Denki clawed his scalp and mentally ran through everyone in class. Kirishima, Bakugo, Ashido, Sero, Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka….Tokoyami and Mineta...Koda, Satou, Sero, he quickly stopped and backtracked. Koda! I worked with Yaoyorozu and Koda today.

Denki leaned back in his chair and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

A knock on the door pulled his attention. Jumping up, he looked in the mirror to check that he was looking normal and went to open the door, surprised to see Jirou standing on the other side.

"Uh, hey," Denki began, resisting the urge to flinch at the nerves wavering his voice. Coughing to calm himself down, he leaned against the doorframe to project the feeling of "cool and relaxed" and added in a flirtatious tone, "Come to see me?"

Jirou's bored expression was emphasized by the roll of her eyes.

"I came to tell you to talk to your teammates. They were worried since you disappeared after seeing the nurse." Her arms were crossed, and Denki felt a surge of jealousy at how effortlessly she was able to appear, well, effortless. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled with slight chagrin.

"Right, sorry. I'll go let Yaomomo and Koda know that I'm okay." Her eyebrows scrunched together and eyes narrowed as if she was working out a confusing puzzle.

"Koda?"

"Yeah, my teammate." The buzzing sound reappeared.

"What are you talking about, Kaminari? He wasn't in your group." It got louder.

"Of course he was," Denki insisted, raising a brow of fake confidence. "I think I'd remember."

"No," she frowned, voice hardening. "He was the victim you rescued. Your teammates were Yaomomo and Shouji." The compulsive tick of his eye twitched in time to the fingers that he quickly shoved in his pocket.

"Give it a rest!" he suddenly snapped, "I'm okay…" Her name. It was gone. Denki's breathing quickened, and he felt the trickle of warm sweat beading along his hairline. I knew it when she got here. He could do this. Yaoyorozu, Koda, Shouji. A quick look at her widened black eyes showed that he had taken too long.

Iida, Mineta, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Monoma, Kendo, no. No no no no no, they're not even in our class. Pressure was building behind his gold eyes, sweat soaked the back of his neck, and breathing became more difficult. Sparing hardly a glance at her, Denki slammed the door shut, pressing his back against it and lowering himself to the floor. Uraraka, Iida, Midoriya, Bakugo.

"I'm okay," he shouted when someone pounded on the door, vibrating it against his back. Kirishima, Ojiro...Ojiro, Jir...Ji, Ji, Ji, Ro, Ji Rou. "Jirou!" he added, crying it out like an epiphany. However it didn't stop his rising panic, so Denki threw himself across the floor to the small bookshelf he kept pressed against the far corner.

He pulled one of the soft covered books off and looked at the title. It was A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner. Denki lightly tapped the cover against his forehead. Emily. Faulkner. Mississippi. Father died, and then...Growling in frustration, he tossed the book over his shoulder and pulled another off the shelf. The Reivers, another Faulkner novel. A young boy who does…..something.

Angrily tossing it to the side, Denki grabbed book after book trying to remember the details of their plot before dropping them to the floor. Going through some of his favorite American authors, Faulkner, Emerson, Hawthorne, Dickinson, his throat started tightening and stress misted over his eyes.

The door behind him slammed open, and he turned to see Bakugo, foot raised, with Jirou and Kirishima behind him. It was a matter of seconds of seeing Denki kneeling on the floor surrounded by books that the latter two ran over. While Kirishima had no hesitation throwing his arms around one of his best bros, Jirou sat beside him and slowly placed a hand on his.

She could feel the sporadic twitching of the muscles beneath the skin.

"Jirou," Denki said, eyes roaming her face as if he could barely remember it. When she nodded, he turned his head to look at his friend who held him in a vice grip, only a single flinch of his eye when he said, "K-Kirishima."

"It's us, man," Kirishima confirmed, rubbing a comforting hand down the blond's back, refusing to flinch at the minor sparks of static that shocked him.

"I can't...it…" Denki put his hands over his ears when the crackling static hazed over the others to be all he could hear. "It hurts," he whined, shutting his eyes.

There was a voice calling to him beyond the loud hum, and small hands covered his own.

"...inari…..minar…...ari….Kamina….Denki!" Hearing his given name in her voice shocked him back, and he opened his eyes to see Jirou kneeling right in front of him. "What's my name?"

The buzzing had quieted just enough so he could understand her, but he was still hyperventilating which kept him from answering. Her grip tightened, like she wanted to shake him. Meanwhile, Kirishima had shifted and pulled Denki back between his legs to lean against him.

"Breathe deep with me," Kirishima said quietly by his ear. Denki could feel the slow rise and fall of his friend's chest and tried to make his own breathing match the calming rhythm. It was several minutes before Denki's quick shuddering breaths began to move in sync with the solid man behind him. As this went on, Jirou kept a firm grip on his hands, still covering his ears, and Bakugo stood silently by the closed door, keeping out anyone else.

"Kaminari," Jirou grabbing his attention back. "What's my name?"

"It's Jirou," he breathed.

"And where are we right now?" Denki cracked open his eyes, and the golden orbs flickered around the messy space.

"My room."

"That's great," she reassured him. Jirou slowly tried to move his hands away from his head, but he struggled at first, calming down only when he realized that doing so didn't make the harsh static in his mind any worse. "Tell me who your favorite author is."

"I, uh…" When the answer didn't immediately come to him, Denki pitched forward and started to hyperventilate again. Kirishima placed a gentle but firm hand on the electric user's upper chest and slowly pulled him back, pressing him against his chest to get their breathing to match again. His friend's torso had hardened against the nervous sparks arcing off of Denki. "I...I don't know, it's...I don't remember!"

"Yes, you do," Jirou coldly snapped, "Now who is it?" Hands shaking under hers, Denki looked at the books littering the floor around them, searching for an answer amongst the names and titles that should have been so familiar to him. "Come on, Denki, you know this."

"It's...it's Hem…" He grit his teeth and furrowed his brow while trying to force the piece of knowledge into his mind. "Hem-Hemingway. Ernest Hemingway." Being able to answer sent a wave of relief through Denki and the tension dropped from his shoulders.

"You're okay, Kaminari," Jirou told him, threading fingers through his damp hair.

~I~

Denki was startled when someone knocked on his door. He had been leaning his chair on its back legs, and when he jolted it tilted over and sent him crashing to the ground. Grunting at the impact, he rolled over and got to his feet.

They knocked again.

"I'm coming," he called out.

"Hurry up, Jamming-Whey." When he finally opened the door, it was no surprise to see Jirou standing there looking bored. She walked past him without waiting for an invitation and lifted the fallen chair up with her boot before sitting in it. "Glad you're still keeping things clean." How can someone sound so sarcastic while giving an honest compliment?

Once Jirou decided to help Denki with his memory problems, she completely took over. Made him organize his entire room so that there would be no reason to misplace anything. She even made him use labels. His room now looked like the homebase for a nerd. Unrelated, Iida, from whom they had received a pack of labels, greatly approved of the names now sticking to the drawers and shelves.

She wordlessly held her hand out to him. Rolling his eyes, Denki reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out the mini spiral-bound notepad he kept on him, handing it over to her. Jirou scanned what was written, flipping a couple pages to make sure she caught everything. It was his schedule, everything from his classes to when and what he ate and down to his homework. Anything that was scheduled for him was kept in it. At first, Denki had argued that his phone could keep track of it all, but Jirou argued that writing it down would help and that he'd forget to look on his phone's calendar.

To be fair, she was probably right.

"Looks good," she confirmed, handing it back to him. With a smile that Denki didn't trust, she added, "I got you a present." Turning away from him, Jirou reached under her jacket to pull something out and place it on his desk.

When she moved aside, Denki grimaced, unamused to see a framed photo of him in his idiot state propped up right by his stack of textbooks.. He turned to her with a deadpan stare that she returned with a cool smirk.

"Extra motivation," she stated. "Now, remind me about all that happened today."

With an exaggerated sigh, Denki fell back onto his bed but started to recall the facts of the day. There were only minor interruptions when Jirou would quiz him on something more specific, to challenge his memory further.

This was the boring part as well as the hard part. It was weird that Jirou seemed to know more about his day than he did, and that's not even counting his occasional memory blanks. Friday evenings were the best, because Jirou had started teaching him to play bass.

It's supposed to be good for "what's left of his brain" to learn something new and interesting.

Denki turned his head to look at Jirou, who had shifted to straddle the chair backwards to look at him still lying on the bed. When he realized she was waiting for an answer to a question he didn't hear, Denki chose to put on a flirty grin.

Jirou's eye twitched in irritation before she she delivered a punishing kick to his leg.

Ever since Kaminari made a reference to Hemingway, I've had the headcanon that he enjoys classic literature. Could be he's really good at English. He might be dead last in class, but Kaminari isn't stupid...he can't be, considering he made it into the hero class at Yuuei.

I tried to treat his memory problems sort of like a computer. His brain crashes like a hard drive, which creates issues after it keeps happening, and the problems are always worse right after it happens.