Denki remembers the blinding white of the walls
(It's funny
His memory's usually shit
w̵̨̑͌ḩ̸̥͂̏ỳ̶͙̬̦ ̵̨̱̣̔̕͝h̶͕͔͍̃á̸̢̖͇s̶̗͉̄͐͜n̴̗͖͔̉'̷̳̠̪̋̕̚t̸̰̙̐ ̷̛̥͍̼̿i̶̤͆̓ţ̸̪̮̋͒͗ ̵̝̱̳̄b̷̭̱̠̿l̷̳͔͋̓̇o̷͈͋̔̀ĉ̵̡̤͓̈́̑k̶͖͆̃ę̴̛̯͂̾d̴͕͖̈́̔̇ ̴̰̣͉̀̈́̿ȏ̴̻̥̙͐ū̶̱̠̳̇̚t̶̜́̏ ̶̪̾̌͗͜w̴̛͖̰̔͊h̸͎͖̊ͅa̴͉͖̒t̵̻̩̋̃̃ ̸͚̄ͅh̷̯̆͒á̵͓͔͈͑p̴̨̝̘͆p̸̙̆͝e̶̜̲̓n̷͚̔̋̓e̷͇̻̿́ḋ̷̳̈́ ̵̫̄f̸̡̄̓̒r̶̮̼̈́͝o̴̞̝͌m̸̰͙̾̿ ̵̮͊͌h̷̘̫͆̊ì̷̢̛͎͎͒s̵̼͎͊͗̈́ ̴̬͓͗̓͜m̸͇͉͋ì̸̳͍̯n̸̝͉͛̌̎ḏ̴͎͒ ̴̻̖̮͐̏y̴͈̍ė̸̩͚̎̕ẗ̶̖
The details hard to make out)
They make his vision spin
Blurring everything around him together
G̸̼͔̓ͅo̵̯̙͎̓d̵̨̤̓̿,̶̪̩̊̈̀ ̷̭̝̄̕ẅ̸͓̼̬h̴̫̬̪͘͝͠y̶͖̌̆̚͜ ̸̭̃i̸̱͛̉̿ś̸̙ ̸̼̖̂h̵̠̹͗i̵͇̙̔̌͒s̴̺͐ ̶͖̬̔̾b̵͕͖̍͘ṛ̸́͜a̶̛͇͙̾i̴̡̳͗̈́͜n̷̫̮̬̆̄ ̴̺̓w̵͕̾̓ì̶̢r̸̞͛̑̅ͅe̶̖̽͂d̸́̐̌͜ ̸̺̌t̴̺̥͗͑̐h̸̭̄i̷͙̫̓̿͘s̸̛͓̺̭̎ ̷̺̝̇̃̀ẅ̶̞̟̩́͗̓ä̴̪̞́y̸͕͓͂?̶͉̗͑́
Until it's just him
And her
And the faint ugly mustard yellow of the hallway
Hanging in his peripheral vision
(It seemed so lovely and quaint
When his mother took him to pick out the paint color with him
Wistfully musing over how
If you stare long enough
It almost matched her favorite house in San Juan
But that's where it happened the first time
Now it's ugly and gross and dirty
l̴̫̳̏ì̶̤k̷̘̂̑͑e̴̤͆ ̶͕̈ḩ̵͕̭̅͝e̴̛̩͑ṛ̶̮̊͠ like him)
The soft cotton of her sweater
Pink, he thinks
Suffocates him
Scratches his face
As he buries his face
Into the crook of her shoulder
He forgets if it's some desperate grasp at comfort from someone he trusts
Idealizes
Loves į̷̿́n̵̥̩̅͂ ̷̟̰̀͝t̵́͜ḩ̶̜̀ė̵͎̯̊ô̷͚̚ŕ̸̨̛̕y̷̠̩͐͝
Or just not to look weirder than she says he already is
(And if there really is a loving god
ẁ̷̢̔ḩ̷̞̊a̸͖̙̍ẗ̷̢̈́ ̴̜̍͆ͅk̸̢͑̈́ȉ̶͓͘n̷̡̈d̶̝͚͌̄ ̷̮͙̉̄ǧ̵̥͝ơ̴̧ḍ̶̈́ ̵̧̲͗w̵̥͉̋̌o̸͔̙̅u̷̺̬͝l̸͓̟͊́d̷̹̈́ ̸̖̎̕d̶̦̃õ̷̫͉̊ ̴̜̈́t̵̗́h̴̼̓̒ḯ̴̢͋ś̷͚ ̷̈́ͅţ̶̺͘̚o̸̬̲̓̍ ̴͈͓̄̓s̴̺̈o̶̤͚͂m̶̛̘̻e̵̳͎͌̑ ̶͔̲̌̿ȓ̸̻͉á̶͚̜͐ǹ̴͎ď̴̡o̵̠̗͂̓m̸̻͠ ̵̢͂k̶̪̆͋i̷̬̐d̶̖͗͋͜
Who's protecting him
m̸̢͠a̶̩͕͌ṃ̷͛a̴̢͉̓ ̴͇͐w̴͖̽͜h̷̩̞̓̈́a̸͙̎̈́͜t̵̢͐ ̵͚̐͑͜k̷̨̩̀i̸̻͈̓̓n̷̨̝̋d̵̢͇̈́ ̵͍̂o̷̭̒f̶̦̭̋̏ ̸̒͜p̸̟̈́͝r̸̥̈́ō̶̜t̵̹͙̂̉e̷̹͒ċ̴͉̤t̶̨̂͂i̶̱͓̔o̸͚͕̎͠ň̸̛̙ ̸̭̍͗i̷̳̇̐s̷̳͖͑͒ ̵͙̈́t̶͚͋h̶̖̾̍į̴͙͊͐s̵̘͉͝
Despite his mind and its repulsive thoughts,
m̴̻͙͘͝à̴̯m̷̦͕̃ă̴̻̌ ̸̩͍̐͋w̵̭̰̾͛h̴̰̃y̸̼̬͂ ̷̥̺̄́d̶̪̒̈́i̸͇̦͋̔d̸̻̓̅ ̷͔̣͋̓H̵̤̕ͅè̶̮́ ̸̻̾͐͜ṡ̸̖̻e̵͖͘n̵͕͗͝d̷̛̺̤̈ ̵̯̯̉m̷̦̩͗e̴̯̓͠ ̸̬̄t̵͇̲̎̍h̴̩̊͝a̸̞̱̍t̴̹̉̏ ̵̟̚s̶͓̍̾i̷̧̧͗̀ç̵̂k̵̳̥̓̽ ̴͕͇̔d̸͓̐̀r̷͇̬͛̎e̶̠͋ä̴̗́̅m̷͔̾ ̶̻͌à̸̭̝b̴̞͕̿ŏ̸͚̃u̷̧͐ẗ̴̠́̽ ̸̖̫̈̓ȟ̸̫̱͊e̶̠͌r̴̼̟̈̀
Like mama always says
m̵̧̈́á̵̙́m̷͉̈́a̷̮̿ ̴̝̑y̴̳͐ó̶̩͝û̸̩̪ ̶̠͇͗̽s̸̗̒ͅa̶̦̪̾͑ŷ̸͙̬̆ ̶̘̹͌ĭ̴͓ ̶̰̜̂c̴̟͍͊ă̵͉͔̿n̷̳̎̀ ̵̱̊͝a̴̫̐͆l̴̡̙̀̚w̸̮͔͗a̶̧̛̚ͅy̵̜̭͋s̶̞͓͐̿ ̶̢̟́c̵̿͜o̵͉̫͝m̴̧͒̄ę̷͆̀ ̶̭̑t̸̤̬̾ö̴̠́̊ ̷̭͈̔̀y̶̳͈̚ỏ̵̗͖̓ṷ̶̄ ̴̖́i̸̮̓̔f̴̧̲̈ ̴̩̅s̵̖͍̐̓ṏ̸̝́m̷̤͘e̴͇̼̎̂t̸͙̞̍͝h̸̳̊̓i̶͍͐ň̸͚̕g̴͚̈́̈́ ̴̤͂͜ḣ̷̼̎a̶͔͒͝p̷͉̳̏p̵̡̛͙ȩ̴͇͠n̴̼̣͑̃e̸͙̟̐̚d̶̗͔̔
After she ruffles his hair
m̴̜̀a̵̝̽m̸͓͋ǎ̸̺ ̸̞̈́i̵̛͓t̴̖͋s̸̙͋ ̷̰̚ḥ̴̉a̸̦̅p̸̠͑p̴̙͠ě̵̬n̵͍͛ị̶̆ṋ̴̑g̶͖̽
Playing with the static electricity it stores,
m̸̮̀a̶̦̒m̴̩͆â̴̝ ̴͉̍s̷̛͕ö̴̗m̶̗̎é̶̥t̸̬̎i̸̙̓m̴̤̓e̶̞͘s̷͇̈́ ̴̬̿i̴͈͑ ̵̬̈́p̵̡͊ḷ̷̽a̵͓͊y̸̨̐ ̸͙̇s̵̪̉c̴͖͌e̵̦̍n̴͔̽a̶̭͗r̵̘͌ḭ̴̇õ̵̘ṡ̴̥ ̶̫̎ì̶͓ñ̶̹ ̸̰̾m̴̙̈́ý̸̜ ̶̳͒ḥ̶͆ḛ̵̂a̵̭̐d̵͇̀ ̸̦̃w̴̞͐h̶̤̍ë̷̺́r̵̰͠e̸̙̕ ̶͔͋ĭ̸̪ ̸͔̀ś̴͕l̵̳̒ḯ̷͔p̶̈́ͅ ̸̑͜ụ̴̓p̸̛̻ ̸̩́á̶̗ṇ̸̃d̴̐ͅ ̶̏ͅt̸̮́e̸̗͋l̴̡͐l̴̟̿ ̷͖̇ỷ̸̹o̸̝͑ú̴̦ ̴̥̐a̷͉͌n̸̠̈d̸̹͋ ̵͕͐î̷̹ ̵̩͊c̴̦̏r̶̮͐y̸̳̽ ̷̹͝a̴̦̔n̴̖̓ḑ̸̄ ̴̝͐y̴̦͆ö̷͓́ų̴͘ ̴͉̓č̵̖ȑ̶͖y̷̞̕ ̸͍̀a̸̲̐ň̵̮d̵͖̊ ̴̢̓h̷̫͠ù̵̖g̶̞̊ ̴͎͗m̸͕̊ḙ̴̓ ̵̺̓t̵̰͂i̸̳͠g̴̱̍h̶̗͌t̷̻͑ ̷̤͝á̸͓n̶̠͆d̷̝̒ ̷̤̒i̸̮̎t̴̰̅s̴̺͛ ̶̘̆n̷̝̓ǫ̶̿t̶̯͂h̷̠̏i̶͌ͅn̷̠̆ğ̷̟ ̷͖͋l̷̮̿i̶͈͠k̴̜̽e̴̟͆ ̸̝̍s̸̘̎i̵̹͒s̷͇̃'̵̫̍s̶͎͒ ̷̫̕h̷̍͜ü̸̮g̸̙̍s̵̢͋ ̵̠̌a̵̳͐n̷̲͝d̷͚̈́ ̶̫̏y̵̨͒o̴̙͝ů̷̩ ̸̟̂p̴̻̓r̴̬̚o̸͔͋m̶̥̔i̴͕͂s̵̳̽ẻ̴̝ ̴͖̍t̷̢̿o̴̥͐ ̵̲͑k̴͖̄ĕ̵͜e̶̼̔p̵̮͆ ̵̭͋m̵̱̄ĕ̵̥ ̷̹̋ş̶̓ȃ̴ͅf̴͍̀e̵̛͇ ̴͉́ḟ̵̭r̵̤̚o̸̼͑m̵̮̕ ̶͓̀h̸͖͌ḙ̷͠r̶̮̓ ̴͈̿ȃ̷̠n̴̦͝d̷̖̍ ̷̯̿b̸̋ͅu̶͎͘ẗ̶̼́ ̴͚̿t̶͈͘ḥ̵̛ȃ̸̺t̷͖̓ ̶̙̓c̴̦̈à̴̙n̶̼͝t̷̢̕ ̶͖̌h̸̬͊a̷̼͒p̸̟̒p̵̧͝e̷͈̚n̵̤̐ ̵͓͋c̶̫͑a̴̧͊u̵̦͒s̶̬͐e̶͎̋ ̵̠͝ỹ̶͚o̸̯͐û̵͜ ̶̣͒w̷̛͇o̶͙͝u̵̡̓l̷͇̄d̴̻̊ ̷͉̒ḧ̸͕́a̴̞̍v̴̜͋ḙ̵͐ ̶̠̆t̷̜̔ȏ̴̡ ̷̻̊k̸͗ͅn̴̩̅o̴̹̕w̶͓͒ ̶̠̉a̷̤̕n̶͆͜d̸͕̑ ̴̼̂ȳ̷͖o̴̩͊u̶̧͂ ̴̝͘c̸̒ͅa̸͘ͅn̴̗̑t̷̝̃ ̴̜͑k̴͕̓n̶̼͆o̷̮̕w̴̩̽ ̵͙́y̴̛̭ỏ̵͙u̵͚̕ ̸̠͌ć̸͎ã̵͓n̶͕͑t̸̘͑ ̶̠̓y̶̢̓o̶̫̓ù̴̩ ̴̗̑j̴͇̉u̴͚̇s̴̠̎ť̶͎ ̷͎̎c̷̛̝ä̴̬n̷͕͝ṱ̶̓
He won't let Denki remember
ḿ̸͉á̶͖m̷̤̒ā̷͍ ̵̺͝ẅ̸̙́h̷͍͆ỹ̷̠ ̷̫̈́w̷̼̃o̶̫͑n̷͙̈ṭ̵̿ ̶͈̀H̶̙͆e̸͎̎ ̷͒ͅl̴̡̒e̵̗̓t̷̫͂ ̶̑͜m̸̥̾ě̶͇ ̷̨͐f̴̩͒ỏ̵̭r̴͍̐g̶͉̈́ẹ̶̈́t̶͈͗)
Arms are holding him ḭ̶̛n̷̝̄ ̶̖̾p̸̗͝l̶̢̍a̴̩͒c̴̱͒e̴̟̔ close
Hands wandering down his back
Lower and lower ǎ̵̬ṋ̶̇d̵̦͒ ̴̹͊l̴̑͜o̸̬͛ẉ̸͋ë̵̼́r̶̎ͅ ̸̨̈́á̷ͅǹ̶̦d̷̗̒ ̷̢͝l̵̹̿o̴̜̕w̵̹͠ȅ̴̖r̸͔̋ ̴̗̇å̷̠n̴̯͑d̸̡͂ ̸̪̀l̷̂ͅo̸̖̔w̷̡͊ẹ̸̿r̶̯͒ ̷̼̍a̶̡̔n̸̛̪d̵̳̈ ̸̥̆l̵̰̀ŏ̷̩w̶͖̾e̵͎͒r̷̳̾ ̴̘͋à̷͕n̵͚͛d̴̮͊ḷ̷͊o̵͎̔ẃ̴͙é̵͚r̶͚͗a̷̪͝n̴̢͑d̶̘͗l̸̀ͅo̵̩̽ẘ̶̨è̷̯r̵̯̐a̷̦̓ņ̶̒d̶͔̉l̸̝̅o̷̠͐ẅ̸̭e̵̞͛r̸͚̃ȃ̵͓n̴͍͑d̶̤̈́l̸̗̈́o̸̺͗w̷̹͋e̶̞̽ŕ̷̝ã̴̡n̶̯̿d̷̟̀l̸͙̈o̶̒͜w̴͙̿e̴̛͓ř̶̫ą̶͑ṉ̷͗d̷̯́l̶̗̈o̷͈̅w̶͖̐e̵̖̊r̸͈͗ā̵͉n̵͓͋d̷͍͑l̷͚̑õ̵̬w̷͉͘e̷͔͌r̴̤̋a̵̪͋n̸͍̓d̵͉̋l̴̹͆o̷̖͛ẁ̶͇e̶͉̋r̶̨̓â̸͉n̴̦̆d̸̙͋l̴͓͋ò̴ͅẘ̸̫e̴̟͛ȑ̸̥a̷̳͠n̵͑ͅd̵̟̈́ḷ̷̉o̸̱͑w̴̦͝e̶̺͋r̷̠̓a̸̹͠
In a tight, suffocating embrace
t̷̰͆ǒ̷͕o̶̎͜c̶̜̾l̷̬̿o̵͇͐s̶̯̓e̷̝̊t̷͇̽ọ̶̏ȍ̷͖c̴̙͋ļ̸̆o̴̹͠s̴̘̓e̷͇͐t̸̝̑o̶̢̔ỏ̶͓c̶͕̽l̸̺̊o̷͙̐s̴̪̈́ḙ̵̎t̷̡͒ò̵͍ǫ̴́c̵̩̈l̶̜̓o̵̜̐s̶̹͌ȩ̸͑t̴͔̑o̶̅͜ö̸̮c̸̩̋l̵̹̐o̷̪͑s̵̯͠ë̶̯́
Leaving him dizzy and nauseous
His body lingers in her touch of course b̶̟͋ê̶̮c̴͇͂a̴͂͜u̶̬̽s̶̿͜e̵̯̓ ̵̭͠t̵͓̑h̴̖͠i̴͔̔s̸̪͐ ̴̌͜ỉ̷̺s̴̡͒ ̴̭̚n̴̥̑ȍ̷̟r̸̝̕m̴̙̈a̶̞̎l̵̳͋
Resisting the p̷͝ͅe̵̻̾r̶̤̈v̷̗̐ẹ̶͒ȑ̷ͅs̶͇͠ḛ̸̽ typical urge to squeeze tighter
q̴̾ͅu̷̠̍i̶̜̇t̵̝͒ ̸͕͒m̴͚͐ȃ̶̙ḳ̴̊i̷̪͒n̵̞̕ǧ̴͚ ̸̱̃i̷̺̎t̸͙̉ ̷̢̈́ẁ̷͓e̷̺͆ī̶̙ṛ̸̿ḏ̸̽ ̷͇̏ỳ̵̧o̵̩̎ù̴̬ ̸̧̽ḟ̵̺ǘ̵̝c̶̱͋ǩ̴̖ĭ̵̟ṋ̷̈ģ̶͂ ̸̖̕f̸̥͘r̸͕̎e̴̩̊a̴̯͒k̶̼͛
(Kaminari doesn't know much
But he knows hes going to burn for this
He just knows
The knowledge crawls around his brain
Like a cockroach
Making his mother screech
Before she grasps for the broom
Curses it out
Chases it out of the narrow laundry room and into the kitchen
Encouraged by his hysterical laughter and his sister's giggles and playful eye roll
Textbooks and homework splayed all over the counter
Their backpacks
Their legs
Tangled together
Before he pulled away from her touch)
No one hugs him at U.A.
Maybe its 'cause they want to die on the battlefield
In gore and glory
Not by accidental electrocution
(One day Denki will strike himself down
With lightning
From electricity he let fester in the air
And the Lord will get full credit
A̵̰̎n̵̮͐d̸͓̆ ̵̮͗h̷̘͋i̴̯͘ș̸̍ ̷̙̑s̶͈̍i̷̡͘s̷͖̉t̶̳́é̸̼r̷̮̋ ̶͠ͅẘ̵̼ǐ̶̬l̶̹͊l̷̦̆ ̸̛̻w̷̩̓ȇ̸̼é̴̲p̶̰̔)
And what kind of douchebag doesn't hug his own sister?
w̷̠͒h̷̺͝a̴̯̓t̸͕̓ ̴̼̾k̶̗̃i̶̗͘n̷͗͜d̶̺͑ ̴̝̿ó̸̥f̸͖̌ ̶̞̌h̷̟̐ë̷͓́r̴̡͗ö̴̻́ ̵̜̌f̵͓̂ȓ̶̭ê̶͎ẽ̸̺z̸̙̽ē̷̞s̷̻͘ ̶̹̓i̴͙͌n̶͉̑ ̷̻͐t̷͓̾h̸̹́e̷̤̕ ̴̺̑f̴͚͘a̸̝̋c̷͓̈́e̵̪͝ ̷̂ͅo̶͖͒f̶͙͊ ̸̞̓d̴̟̎á̵̳ṇ̴̉g̴̥̐ė̵̪r̷̹̋
Sharp nails scratch his skin
As he weasels his way out of her grip
Static dances on her skin l̶͍͋i̵̡̛k̴̼͝ẹ̸͑ ̶̫̑h̴̨͠e̸͈̓r̵̰̒ ̸͙͗f̴̘͠ȋ̵̯n̶̛̼ǵ̴̥e̵͎̾r̵̲̀ș̷̌ ̷̜̂d̸̩͗i̷̲̒d̵̳̈́ ̸͓̈́o̸̳͘n̸̺̒ ̷͕̄h̸̬̋i̴̦̕s̸̻͝
He spits out a shaky apology
Barely a whisper
She could barely hear him
c̶̤͌o̸̦̊ǘ̶̫l̵̅ͅd̵̢̓ ̷͍̓m̴̟͊a̷͘ͅm̶̗̕a̷͖͗ ̴̯̓ḧ̴̙́ė̷̜a̶͚͑r̷̲̍
̴̢́c̴̞̅o̶͇͝ŭ̸̧l̸̢̇d̸͉͒ ̸̨̉š̷͕h̶̠̑ḙ̴͆ ̴̜̈́ĥ̵̥ě̸͍ȧ̶̮r̸̗͋ ̷̉͜h̶̤͂ȋ̵̪m̶̺͊ ̴̹͝ḯ̴͉f̷̞̿ ̸̳͛h̷̦̓e̷̘͆ ̷̜͊s̵̹̍c̶͓͛r̴̠͂ë̵͔́a̶̤̔m̴͙̕e̵̡͛d̵͈̃
̴̹̌w̵̤͘o̷͉̕u̴̗͗l̷̖̇d̵͍͌ ̴͍̽s̸̥̊h̷̥̿ě̴͎ ̸̧͝w̶͓̓â̸̼n̸͍̈t̴̼̐ ̶̙̽ẗ̸̖́o̶̩͆Be more careful
She pleads
Runs off to go help with dinner
Down the hall
Out the door
s̴̻̕h̸̙͐e̸̼̚s̶͉͂ ̷̨̉i̸̩̓n̶͎̄ ̵̮͐t̴̲͗ĥ̸̠é̷̗ ̷̢̓n̸̯̐e̶̡͌x̸̞́t̶̳̔ ̷̞͑r̸̳̅o̷̢͘o̷͈̚m̸͈̐ ̵̝̂w̸̲̉h̶̙̐y̸̠͒ ̸̘͠c̵͍̕ā̶̭ň̵͕ ̷͔̓h̶̬̀é̸͈ ̴̳̐s̴͉̓t̸̙͘ȋ̴͙l̶̳̑l̷̨͝ ̴̬̽f̶̲̉è̷͍e̷̱͝l̶̟̏ ̶͚͋h̷̘̉e̵͍͊r̷̰̚ ̶̤̌h̵̪̎a̸̲͌ṋ̴̂d̴̹̒s̴̜̓
Like she's forgotten him already
ḥ̶̏e̵̻͝ ̴̥́w̵͚̅i̶͌ͅs̵̩͠h̷͔́e̶͔͠s̷̝̃ ̶̖͐h̴̤̆e̷͕͑ ̵̅͜c̷̖͝ó̵͕u̴̩̽l̶͙̓d̵̛͍ ̶̈͜t̸̙̄o̶͍̾o̷͕̔
Denki remembers wishing he didn't have to play nice with adults
With sisters
Like her
Sisters that touch
Denki remembers her
Clear as day
H̵̥͋e̵͙̎ ̶͎̓w̴̱͛ï̸͙s̶̎͜h̵͔̆ĕ̶̳s̵͙̏ ̸͙̕h̷̺̎è̵̻ ̵̼̒c̵͙͊ô̴̰ǘ̷̼l̸̪͗d̷̠̅ ̵̻̇f̷͍̑o̸͇̒r̸͖̅ǵ̴͈e̶͔̋t̷̯̄