THREAD

Kaminari picked at a loose thread on his sock and yanked it off. Cracking his knuckles, Kaminari said, "That's what you get - oh, come on!"

The broken thread poked out. Kaminari yanked out a longer piece, but the sock kept unraveling. One pile of cotton spaghetti later, Kaminari wiggled his bare toes and grumbled. As he went for a new sock, he found a loose thread in his other one. "Nope! Not dealing with this." He flung the other sock off.

While acquiring a new pair, he noticed a strand hanging from his jeans. "That's it, scissors time."

With the precision of a trained surgeon, Kaminari made a delicate cut.

"Should've done that with the socks." Kaminari pulled up his pants. Another thread hung out, mocking him.

"That's it! I'm going Bakugo on your asses. Die!"

Kaminari spitefully snipped the thread. The scissors' edge caught on another thread, and now two strands hung loose. Kaminari impulsively reached for it, only to stop himself.

"No. You know what? I'm going to ignore you." He returned his scissors. "I have found thread enlightenment. I'm denim Buddha."

He felt a tug at his ankle. A blue thread ran to his bed, where it had snagged on the frame.

"Still not pulling it!" He walked back over and untangled it, only to notice he had also gotten snagged on his desk.

"Enlightenment's overrated" As Kaminari went for his scissors, he tripped over the thread. He stumbled around the room, tangling himself in more and more denim. Once he cut himself free, his pants were naught but a limp pile of thread.

A thread dangled in front of Kaminari's eye. He threw his shirt off. "Nope! No more clothes for me!"

As he sat back down, he felt a tug around his boxers. He blanched. "No. Please."

He stood back up. His boxers lost more thread. Taking a deep breath, Kaminari shed his underwear. "God, I hope no one sees."

As he went back to bed, he stubbed his toe. Hopping around in pain, Kaminari examined his toe and found a sliver pulling away from his toenail. When he pulled on it, the nail pulled away like thread. Kaminari watched, mortified, as the entire nail, then his toe came undone like his sock.

"Recovery girl. Now."

Kaminari carefully walked out of his room. Despite not bumping into anything, Kaminari tripped. When he looked back, his whole foot was thread. Panicking, he stumbled forward, shouting for help. His legs shrunk, his knees disappeared, and soon, Kaminari crawled, his torso coming undone behind him.

Jiro, hearing him, came running. "Hello?" she asked, not seeing him. "Where are you?"

Kaminari screamed for help, but he no longer had lungs. Dragging himself forward with one hand, he grabbed at her ankle, and his vision went dark.

Jiro jumped. She examined the thread at her feet, shivered, and went back to her room. As she took her shoes off, she noticed a loose thread sticking out of her left sock.

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Meanwhile, Izuku is slurping himself up like spaghetti and using the material to remake his body.