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It took a full hour. It took a full hour for Hitoshi to calm Denki down, and take a look at the spider bite on the back of his neck. It was big, swollen, and red. But when Hisako took a look at the dead spider and the welt on his neck, she declared that he was fine, and it's likely that the welt would be able to heal quickly by itself. Just in case, Hisako slathered some anti-itch medicine on it and told him to lie down on his stomach.
"Oh man, that was scary. I thought for sure that I was about to die." Denki sighed as he laid down on his bed. Hitoshi sat at his desk, scribbling in his notebook.
"You're such a drama queen." the purple haired teen griped.
"Hey! I thought that it was going to be a black widow! If I was bitten by a black widow, I could've died!"
"And my headache will finally be gone." Hitoshi snarked.
"Aw man, you're so mean!" Denki whined.
"Shut up and go to sleep." Hitoshi groaned.
"Alright… night." Denki yawned as he closed his eyes.
Hitoshi rolled his eyes as he closed his notebook and climbed into his own bunk bed. Having been awake for the last five nights, he had finally decided to get a good night's sleep. The stress of the museum and having to deal with Denki running around screaming like a headless chicken had completely tired him out. Within seconds, the tired Hitoshi and lazy Denki fell asleep. But as the night stretched out, Denki began shifting in his bed, kicking, sweating, and groaning. The entire house slumbered, oblivious to Denki's discomfort.
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"Denki, get up." Hitoshi said. Denki grumbled as he buried his face into the pillow. Hitoshi sighed as he studied the bite on his friend's neck. It looked like his mom was right. The bite had shrunk down quite a lot. Instead of the massive red welt, there was only a smaller bite. Hitoshi wouldn't say it, but he was glad his friend was okay. Hitoshi reached out and shook Denki's shoulder. He paused.
"...Denki. Denki, get the hell out of bed." Hitoshi said. Denki groaned and rolled out of bed. He landed on the ground with a thud. Hitoshi stared at Denki, who rolled his half-opened eyes and got up.
"What are you looking at?" he grumbled before turning. He blinked. Hitoshi blinked. The two stared at each other.
"...Something's different. I can't quite put my finger on it."
"You grew jackass."
"Huh?!" Denki patted over his body. He looked at his pajamas. He had grown a full two inches, causing the clothes to be too small. Denki quickly pulled them off. Hitoshi's eyes widened, as did Denki's. The flab he was mocked for had disappeared, replaced with light abs. His body was covered with lean muscles, not too bulky, but noticeable. Denki looked himself over again, before screaming.
"Denki! Shut up!" Hitoshi slammed a pillow into the blond's face and silenced his screams. Denki managed to calm down to take another look at his body and not scream again.
"What the hell!"
He was only panicking a lot.
"Did your mom give me steroids in my food last night?!"
"No she didn't!"
"Well how did this happen?!"
"I don't know!"
"Well-! ...Wait, why am I so freaked out? This is awesome! Look at me!" Denki suddenly realized. He looked at himself in the mirror nearby.
"I'm not just some nerd now! I look like I work out!" Denki beamed.
"Or that you took steroids since you weren't like this yesterday and this literally happened overnight." Hitoshi deadpanned. Denki paused.
"...Ah crap, you're right! If the girls at school found out that I buffed up this quickly, people will think that I take drugs!" Denki groaned as he gripped his head. Hitoshi put a hand to his chin.
"Maybe we should hide this for now."
"What?! Why?!"
"Look, if people found out that you're this built so soon, they'll say you're taking drugs."
"Well-"
"Growth spurt won't cut it as an explanation."
"Dammit."
"Hide this for now. After a while, reveal it and pretend that you've taken up working out."
"Aha! That'll work!" Denki said as he nodded.
"Go get ready. I'll take care of the clothes." Hitoshi said as he shoved his shoulder into Denki's back, only to grunt as he failed to move him. Denki didn't notice as he walked out. Hitoshi shook his head as he rubbed his shoulder and began digging through Denki's clothes. This was something that he had to be concerned about. Something like this couldn't ever happen naturally. The height, maybe. The build? No. Something was weird here. Hitoshi glanced at the trash, where the spider's body was laying inside.
'...Nah. This ain't a comic book.' he thought to himself as he pulled out the clothes.
"AW WHAT THE HECK?!" Denki screamed from the bathroom.
'Oh yeah, I put a prank in the shower.' Hitoshi remembered.
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"...Are you two taller?" Jirou deadpanned. Denki laughed nervously while Hitoshi simply stared ahead. Hitoshi was wearing some boots that increased his height, making Denki's own increased height less obvious. He was lucky that his mom had them. He also gelled his hair higher up to add to the illusion.
Fortunately, it looked like Jirou was going to let it go for now. And most of their classmates were ignoring them as usual. Aside from the snide remarks about Denki being an idiot the day before. It looks like even the words of Shazam weren't enough to make a dork popular. Denki was getting pretty annoyed.
"Seriously. I didn't see those douchebags do anything when one of our classmates was in trouble." Denki grumbled as he crossed his arms during Home Ec.
"Just ignore them. You were an idiot, charging at a gunman, but you did help out." Hitoshi said.
"That's a completely different tune to what you were saying yesterday." Jirou pointed out as she set down a bowl.
"Meh. We kick Denki a lot, but there's no point in kicking him when he's down." Hitoshi shrugged.
"Aw, thanks man!"
"Even if he's a moron."
"Hey!" Denki protested as he picked up both the bowl Jirou brought over and one of the spoons to help mix the ingredients inside.
"Now now kids. A family shouldn't fight." the teacher said as he walked past their table.
"Uh, have you seen most families these days?" Denki snarked.
"I sure fight with my dad a lot. We're just fine." Jirou added.
"Why do you keep calling the Home Ec Groups families?" Hitoshi asked as he grabbed the bowl to mix instead of Denki. The teacher began a tirade explaining the reasoning between insisting the groups of three were families, but the two teens were distracted. Hitoshi pulled on the bowl again, but Denki's hand refused to let go.
"Dude, give me the bowl."
"I'm trying! My hand is stuck on!" Denki exclaimed as he grabbed the bowl with his other hand and tried to wrestle it off.
"Wait you dolt! If you do that-!" Jirou tried to stop him. The bowl suddenly came off, forcing Jirou to yelp as she ducked under the flying bowl. The bowl flew through the air before landing on and spilling its contents on top of Monoma. He yelped and tried to brush the vegetables and egg bits out of his hair. But the yolk and sauce stained his head and hair. He whirled around and glared at Denki. The fellow blond started to sweat from the intensity of his glare.
Denki glanced around the class, seeing people staring at him. Gulping, he quickly got up and walked out as the bell rang. Hitoshi and Jirou shot to their feet and began following their friend. They caught up to him as he speed-walked to the next classroom.
"Denki, what the hell was that?!" Jirou demanded as she sped past him and stood in front of the blonde with her hands on her hips, halting him in his tracks. She scowled as she was forced to look up even higher than before.
"I-I don't know! It just wouldn't come off of my hands!" Denki defended himself.
"What, did you put glue on your hand?" Jirou grumbled as she grabbed one of his hands and looked it over.
'I swear, he got bigger.' she thought as she looked over his hand and felt it. It didn't feel sticky. Jirou looked up to say something else, only for her eyes to widen. Denki's own eyes widened as a strange buzz filled his head. No, wait. It felt more like something was about to hit his head. Wait.
"Woah!" Denki yelped as he ducked under a fist swinging over his head, accidentally pulling Jirou with him. One of Monoma's goons stumbled before turning around. Denki glanced behind him and yelped again at the sight of an angry Monoma with another goon. Egg and sauce was still staining his hair, making an ugly yellowish-brown.
"H-h-h-hey, Monoma… Uh, you uh, you good?" Denki said nervously as he hid behind Jirou. It looked rather silly, as Jirou was almost half a foot shorter than him, and much skinnier.
"Aren't you supposed to be the boy here?" Jirou grumbled.
"Do you have any idea as to how long it will take to get all this from my hair? You seem to be getting a big head from being a moron yesterday, so I'm going to shrink it down for you!"
"I mean, when it comes to big heads, maybe if yours was smaller it wouldn't have gotten hit so easily." Denki muttered. Jirou's rather sensitive ears picked this up, making her snicker. Unfortunately, while Monoma himself didn't hear this, he did see her snicker. Which made him angry.
"Cream them!" he commanded. His two goons put up their dukes and made their way over to Denki, who looked between them in a panic. Hitoshi rushed through the crowd to help them, only to get pushed back. The goon to Denki's left grinned as he pounded his fist into his open hand.
"Come on, let's talk about this…" Denki said nervously as he held his hands up in front of him. Jirou narrowed her eyes at the goon to the right. The feisty rocker curled up a fist, not entirely new to the idea of school fighting. Denki, on the other hand, was still really nervous as he watched the left goon make his way closer to him.
"If you're a man… TAKE IT LIKE ONE!" the goon roared as he reared back and swung his fist towards Denki. He yelped as he watched the fist come closer, closer, closer… Huh?
Denki blinked as he leaned slightly to the side, avoiding the attack rather easily. The goon pulled back his fist and tried to punch Denki a second time. The blond kid again dodged the punch easily. The goon growled and yelled as he tried to punch him again and again. Denki blinked as he dodged the attack nonchalantly. The punches were in slow motion, and Denki could see the attacks coming at him like a turtle. The blond leaned out of the way of another punch, before turning his eyes back to the goon, an idea forming in his head.
"Dammit! Stop moving!" the goon yelled as he tried to punch him again. Denki's hand shot up and caught the punch with ease. The goon grunted as he tried to pull his hand back. The blond blinked as he looked between his hand gripping the wrist and the goon.
"Uh… Okay. Okay then." Denki pushed the arm back into the goon. He yelped as he realized that he sent the bully flying down the hall. He looked between his hands in shock before looking behind him. Jirou and the other goon were staring at him in surprise as well. Denki looked at his hands before giggling slightly. He stepped forwards and shoved the other goon too, sending him into the lockers with a yell. The blond laughed before his eyes widened. A buzzing was going off in his head, as if someone was trying to tell him something. He quickly ducked, dodging a swing from behind. Denki grinned when he realized what had happened, and as he turned to Monoma with a cocky smirk. The other blond backed up with a nervous sneer.
"Okay, hold on there." Hitoshi intervened as Denki began to make his way towards Monoma.
"Oh come on, you can't tell me he wasn't asking for it just now."
"Calm down. Besides, the teacher is coming." Hitoshi pointed out. Denki gulped and turned to see one angry Kayama-sensei stomping down towards them.
"Ah, sh*t."
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Fortunately, despite Monoma's best efforts, Denki got off rather easily. Though he did end up having a bigger punishment than the goons since he was the one who did all the damage. Still, he did get lucky this time. It was a good thing that Kayama-sensei is a teacher who doesn't take sh*t from anyone. That didn't stop him from grumbling as he left the school building, after a few hours of detention.
"Man, this sucks!" Denki complained as he kicked a stray can, sending it clacking down an alley as he made his way down it. He looked at his hand with furrowed brows.
'Still, what the heck happened?' he wondered. Denki looked between his hand and the wall next to him, before pressing the two against each other. He gave a light tug, only for his hand to stick to the wall.
"Woah." Denki looked at his other hand, and pressed it against the wall a little higher. It too stuck on the wall.
"Yo! What the heck?" Denki looked at his feet before lifting one up and putting it against the wall, causing it to stick as well. Denki laughed in surprise before putting his other foot on the wall. Now his entire body was sticking off of it.
"Yo!" Denki laughed as he tried to move his hand up. Only for it to not come off of the wall. He frowned.
"Come on!" he growled before accidentally yanking a bit of the wall off. He stared blankly at the small bits of brick sticking to his hand.
"Seriously, what the hell happened to me overnight?" Denki muttered dumbly. He reached up higher and put his hand against the wall again, repeating this action. Ripping bits of the wall out and putting his hand against it again. Despite his confusion and fear, Denki couldn't help but laugh as he crawled up the wall. Reaching the top of the building, he looked over his body before running towards the edge of the roof and leaping over the gap and landing on the other roof.
"Wo-ho-ho-ho-ho-hoo!" Denki laughed in glee as he leapt over another gap between buildings. The blond landed on the roof and looked at himself again before doing a backflip.
"Seriously?! I'm like an Olympic athlete!" Denki laughed again. He did flips and cartwheels on top of the roof, laughing all the while. He looked down between the gaps of the buildings again.
"This might be a little dumb." he said to himself. His face broke out into a wild grin again.
"Screw it! Geronimo!" he cheered as he jumped down the building. The wind rang in his ears during the seconds he fell before he landed on the ground, his legs instinctively bending to absorb the impact. A few seconds passed, before Denki straightened, laughing at the lack of pain and damage he received, ignoring the cracks on the ground.
"This is awesome! I'm like a real superhero!" Denki cheered. His eyes widened and he gasped.
"Oh man! I gotta tell Hitoshi!" he said excitedly as he ran out the alley. He dashed down the sidewalk, grinning as he practically flew past other people, ignoring their cries of surprise.
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"No way."
"Way."
"No way!"
"Way!"
"Dude."
"Dude."
"Dude?"
"Yeah dude." Hitoshi fell back in his chair, his mind processing what his roommate just told him. Denki laughed at his reaction.
"Dude, just watch!" Denki said as he hurried towards the wall and leapt onto it. He stuck to the wall and began crawling up. Hitoshi shot to his feet.
"Hey! Stop!"
"What?"
"You're ripping up the wall!"
"Well how else am I supposed to crawl?"
"I don't know! Uh, try relaxing your hands when pulling them off." Hitoshi suggested. Denki looked at his hand and tried what Hitoshi told him. To his surprise, his hand came off easily.
"Alright! That's what I'm talking about!" the blond grinned as he crawled up the wall. Now that he wasn't tearing up the room they were sleeping in, Hitoshi watched in stunned silence as his roommate crawled up the wall and hung off the ceiling.
"I… I have nothing to say."
"C'mere!" Denki said as his hands came down and grabbed Hitoshi by his shirt. Hitoshi yelped as he was pulled up into the air.
"Wall-crawling?! Super strength? And on top of that, you got super buff overnight." Hitoshi breathed as he looked at the floor a couple of feet under him. His friend dropped him onto his feet.
"And Olympic-level flippin' skills! Dude, with this, I can be a superhero!" Denki said as he dropped down from the ceiling and landed on his feet. Hitoshi looked at him with a skeptical look on his face.
"Superhero? Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
"Oh come on! Super strength? Super flipping?"
"Agility."
"Whatever. And wall-crawling? I can totally be a superhero!"
"Denki, this isn't like fighting off bullies at school. Criminals got guns and knives. And you don't even know how to fight."
"I can learn! Come on Hitoshi! If you have my back, I bet I can totally be a hero!" Denki insisted.
"No, Denki. I'm not going to help you get yourself killed."
"Look, I'll be fine. I promise! Help me be a hero! Just think about it! We'll be super popular!" Denki said. Hitoshi bit his lip. He didn't care about being popular as much as Denki did, but it did sound a little appealing. And knowing his friend, if he didn't help Denki out, the blond would still go on to be a hero on the streets. At least this way, he could keep an eye on him and make sure he does good.
"Fine. We can't be dumb though. Smart superheroes need two things. Information on your powers, and secret identities."
"Right. Wait, how will we be popular if we keep my identity a secret?" Denki pointed out.
"Would you rather be popular or have the people you know in danger?" Hitoshi deadpanned.
"Good point. Okay then, I need a mask!"
"Goggles too. And something to hide your hair. First though. Let's see how many powers you actually have." Hitoshi said.
"Alright! Training Montage!" Denki fist-pumped.
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"Alright. Test one." Hitoshi said as he finished setting up his mother's camera. Denki hopped in place near a couple of oil drums, rubbing his hands excitedly. The two were at an abandoned factory, trying to see just what Denki could do.
"Let's go with the basics. Super strength. How hard can you hit? How much can you lift?" Hitoshi said. Denki nodded before turning to the oil drum nearest.
"Alright. Let's go with a kick." he said before taking a sloppy stance. He made a cheesy karate yell as he soccer-kicked the oil drum, sending it flying through the air before it crashed into the ground with a loud crash. Hitoshi gaped at the sight.
"Uh… Okay… Woah."
"I know right!" Denki said excitedly as he picked up another oil drum and tossed it upwards. He wound up and punched it as it fell down, sending it flying as well, bent almost entirely in half. Denki whooped as he kicked yet another drum away. He grabbed one of the more battered drums and hoisted it over his head.
"This b*tch empty! YEET!" he yelled as he threw it.
"Alright! Calm down!" Hitoshi snapped. Denki looked at his friend before carefully placing down yet another oil drum that he was about to throw. Hitoshi looked down at his camera and saved the recording.
"You got a lot of power. You should probably be careful. Your strength can probably break a lot of bones." Hitoshi warned.
"Yeah yeah, sure. What next?" Denki asked eagerly. Hitoshi took out a stopwatch and held it up.
"Test two. Super Speed."
The next hour was spent testing out Denki's abilities. How fast he could run (very fast), how long he could do it (very long). How many flips can he do without messing up (a lot). Hitoshi told him to do a lot of different things, all to test his abilities. And Denki did each one. But it was when Denki was strapped onto a couple of more oil drums and told to crawl up the wall did he start asking questions.
"So, why am I wall-crawling with all this tied to me?" he asked as he crawled across the ceiling with oil drums dangling off of his body with heavy chains.
"To see how much weight you can carry with your wall-crawling. It could be useful in bad situations." Hitoshi pointed out as he marked down his estimate of how much Denki was carrying.
"Like what?" said blond asked as he dropped down from the ceiling. Hitoshi jumped at the loud sound that the oil drums made as they crashed next to them.
"Dammit dude! Be more careful!" Hitoshi practically yelled at his roommate. Denki dismissed his concerns with a wave of his hand.
"What situation would I be in to need wall-crawling with weights?"
"Not with weights. With weight." Hitoshi sighed at Denki's blank face. "Heroes don't just beat up bad guys. They also save good guys."
"Ah, I get it!" Denki said as his fist bumped into his open hand in understanding. "I can use my web-crawling to help get people out of bad situations! So you're making me carry these to see what I can lift?"
"Yep. Right now, you just carried over 400 lbs. And you're fine?"
"Yep! My fingers don't even hurt!" Denki said cheerfully. Somewhere along the line, Denki and Hitoshi discovered that it was easier for him to wall-crawl with the tip of his fingers rather than the palm of his hand. They didn't really know why, but they just accepted it and moved on.
"I wonder how much you can really carry." Hitoshi said as he looked over his notes.
"Does it really matter? I can carry a sh*tton! Let's go on to be a hero!" Denki cheered. A notebook hits his head, earning an 'ow'.
"Don't be stupid moron. We still need to get your disguise, and find a good time to make your debut." Hitoshi scolded.
"A good time to make my debut?" Denki repeated.
"In four days, we have a day off of school, and mom is going on a business trip for a week. Let's start then."
"Fine…" Denki said, disappointed.
'Costume… we need a mask, goggles, and something to cover Denki's hair… Dammit, looks like I won't be getting a lot of sleep, even during the day.' Hitoshi lamented. It was times like this where he seriously reconsiders his friendship with Denki.
It's about time I update. It's been what, four weeks? Six weeks? Since I last updated anything? Sorry 'bout that. But anyways, I'll hopefully be updating at least once a week from now on again. And next chapter, the two will be scouting the city for crime. Spider-Man will be making his debut, and, like all Spider-Men, he'll be having a home-made costume. But wait. What about Akaguro? What role would he play? You're just going to have to wait. Nothing much else to say, except as per the usual, leave a review! Azure out!