Kaminari hadn't meant to fall asleep in the middle of the day, but he knew he had when he was waking up hours later to the sound of someone knocking on his dorm door. He rolled over onto his other side, almost thinking that he imagined it before he heard the sound again.
"Who is it?" He mumbled out with a yawn, hopefully loud enough that the person outside the door could hear it. He probably was going to just give some excuse depending on who it was so that he wouldn't have to talk to anyone.
"Jiro."
Ah, okay, he supposed he could let Jiro in. She was pretty chill and wouldn't poke Denki to get anything out of him if he didn't feel like it.
"Come on in, it's open." He told her as he sat up, running his hands over his face with a little rub to try and wake himself up more. He could feel the dried tear tracks on his cheeks, but it was a little too late to wash them off now. And fuck, did the burn on his arm hurt right now, he definitely needed to take the meds for that again.
"Hey, Sparkplug. You doing okay?" Jiro asked softly, Kaminari not making eye contact with her as she sat down on the edge of the bed, so he couldn't see the expression of concern on her face.
"Heh, well, y'know.. could be worse." Denki answered with a weak shrug and a light chuckle, pulling down the sleeves of his sweatshirt to cover the bandage on his wrist that sorely needed a change. His eyes wandered the room, trying to remember where he had put the medicine when he got back that morning. "Just tired."
"Right." Jiro hummed beside him, in that tone he knew meant that she could see right through him without him even needing to explain it. "You need help with changing your bandage? Bakugou mentioned that your wrist looked kind of rough this morning." She offered instead, knowing that it would be hard to do with one hand.
"Ah, sure." Kaminari responded with a sheepish shrug, finally locating the meds and other supplies, getting up just to grab it and his water bottle before returning to the bed next to Jiro. His body still felt a little lethargic after getting up from the restless nap that he impromptu had, so moving helped send energy into his limbs again.
Silently, he let her take a look at the other contents of the bag as he dumped out the pills that he needed to take and swallow them with some of the water, which tasted a bit stale since it had been sitting there from two days ago.
He was okay with sitting with Jiro in quiet as she figured out the wrapping instructions, rolling up his sleeve to hold out his bandaged arm when she finally motioned for him to hand it over. Sucking in a breath, he tried not to make any noises of discomfort, though that was kind of hard with how raw and hot the burn felt on his wrist.
He started out watching her gently remove the bandages and begin to clean the wound, but staring at the hand shaped red mark over his skin ate at him so much that he had to look away and towards the floor. It was impossible for him to forget about it, even though Hawks told him to for the moment.
"If I did something bad, would you stop being friends with me?" Denki said suddenly, drawing Jiro's attention as he felt her hands stop moving for just a second before gently dabbing his burn again.
"Like you don't make bad choices everyday?" She answered back lightly, putting the cloth down to shift to wrapping it with gauze again.
"No I- I mean I do but seriously." Denki allowed himself a little laugh at her attempt to keep things casual, but then letting out a little sigh. "Like really bad. Could ruin my life really bad. Would you still be my friend?"
"Of course, Denki." Jiro seemed to hesitate before answering for just a second, though Kaminari could tell it wasn't from indecisiveness. More like she considered the weight of the question and didn't just brush it off as some feeble concern. Unlike what Hawks had done with his concerns about Dabi.
"Thank you."
Denki smiled genuinely, finally bringing his gaze back to his arm as Jiro finished up wrapping it. She grabbed both of his hands, squeezing them reassuringly, which made him finally look into her eyes.
"We're here for you, okay? No matter what. That's what friends are for." She let his hands go, allowing him to take back his arms and pull his sweatshirt sleeve down over the bandage. This was the second purple-haired friend that had said something like this to him, and he was eternally grateful for both of them.
"Take another nap or something, I'll fend off the boys a while for you." Jiro said as she headed back towards the door, leaving Denki to himself to rest as she turned out the lights. The low light of his soft, yellow night lamp leaked across the dorm room from where it sat on his desk, doing wonders to help calm him down as opposed to the bright overhead light that was on moments before.
Sinking back down to lay on his bed, he felt around for his phone. Now was as good a time as any other to zone out while watching tik tok videos, since they didn't have school that day and he wouldn't have to talk to anyone for a while.
He'd been aimlessly scrolling through for roughly a half hour before his stomach grumbled and reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything since his breakfast snack, forcing him to put down his phone and crawl off the bed to scrounge around for another snack to tide him over. As he was opening the bag of chips, he heard his phone buzz with a text, shoving a few in his mouth quickly to munch as he returned to the device.
Almost immediately, he lost his appetite. Finishing off the mouthful he had chewed he swallowed thickly, absentmindedly plopping down onto the edge of the bed again as he stared down at the screen.
[3:34 pm] unknown number - tonight, same as always. you'll be there
No question mark, no implication that Denki had any choice or say in the matter. It didn't take much of a leap for his brain to supply that it was probably a threat, and if he didn't show up then they'd know he was leaving them for real and would come after him.
He didn't want to go, especially since he'd have school tomorrow, and being out till 3 am was going to do him no kind favors. Then again, he'd rather be tired than dead.
[3:35 pm] sender - okay
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This time, Dabi himself didn't show up at the train station at 10 pm to pick up Denki. His car showed up, but it was a LOV lackey driving it. Kaminari couldn't suppress the sigh or relief at the sight, since it meant he wouldn't have to endure another awkward ride in a small metal box with a flammable man who might have it out for him.
Once they got to the warehouse, it seemed like everyone hadn't arrived yet or were just getting there, since Denki noticed on his phone before getting out of the cart that they were a few minutes early.
"Where's Hawks and Dabi?" He asked, receiving an uninterested thumb of direction towards one of the spare office rooms off to the side.
"In there."
Great, they were probably talking about what to do with him, and he'd get to hear it at the meeting tonight. Well, no use delaying the inevitable, might as well get it over with.
Pushing the door open, Kaminari was in no way prepared for what he saw.
Hawks was pressed against one of the previously unused surfaces in the room, one hand reaching back to prop himself up. Dabi's body was mere inches away from his, Hawks' other hand entwined with his hair so his arm blocked most of their faces from Denki's view. Still, Kaminari didn't need to see their faces to figure out what they were doing, because a quick glance downward clued him into the sight of Dabi's hand sliding inside Hawks' waistband.
There was a solid two seconds of shocked silence after he opened the door, none of them moving or making a sound before Kaminari couldn't help himself.
"You're fucking Dabi?!"
"Get out!" Hawks yelled, quickly shoving his wing to cover the both of them from Kaminari's view. No worries though, Denki didn't have to be told twice, immediately bolting back out of the room and slamming the door closed.
Holy shit.
Pro Hero Hawks was fucking Dabi from the League of Villains.
Well, technically Dabi was the one on top-
Kaminari quickly shook his head to banish the thought, stepping away from the door breathlessly. He'd need a minute to deal with what he'd just seen. Please let this not be what Hawks had in mind when he said that he'd 'talk to him'.
Man, he was going to have to wash his eyeballs out with bleach later or something in order to get that sight out of his head.
