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Assistant: Title: whiplash
        Author: f150 f150 
        Chapter: 1/8 
        Summary: Hitoshi Shinsou was finally accepted into Class 1-A. However, his fathers, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada set one condition for him to stay in Class 1-A. He has to make at least one friend within two months. Will he be able to fulfill this condition?On the other hand, Denki Kaminari seemed like a big ball of energy, but he had his secrets, from a sh@tty home life to a sexuality crisis, he maintained his energy, avoiding worrying his friends. That was until he met a tired, purple-haired classmate who maintained an "I don't need friends" persona, will he open himself up after years of bottling up, or will he throw himself deeper into his pit of depression?
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Denki Kaminari is an energetic kid. He always has been, but until high school, it was genuine energy. He tries to act energetic for his friends so they don't worry, but in reality, he's struggling. A lot. Things had gotten a lot worse after moving to the dorms. He always felt like the teachers were watching him, felt like the walls were too thin, he was paranoid. He often had small breakdowns over the smallest things once he was alone, and it was much harder to stay quiet when he did, knowing that he had neighbors he didn't want to disturb. Once, he had freaked out over losing a pen, and he hadn't kept enough composure so Iida had knocked on his door asking if he was okay.That's why he started going straight to his balcony whenever he felt like he was about to scream his guts out. It was the only place he felt a bit of privacy. At least it was better than living with his parents though. He wasn't allowed to shut his bedroom door, even if he was changing. He grew up in a toxic household, so he naturally kept everything to himself.  Hitoshi Shinsou was angry, livid even. He was told by not one, but both of his fathers that he needed to make at least one friend to stay in Class 1-A. He needs to focus on his hero work. Not the power of friendship. Why don't his parents get that, They're heroes after all. He didn't need friends. He didn't want them either. He's moving into the dorms today. He was told that he could choose which one he moved into, and was given a layout of the floors and the empty dorms. He chose the third floor because three is his lucky number. He walked up to the Heights Alliance building and entered. Upon walking in, he finds the common area, containing the living room and kitchen. He makes sure to keep a mental note of that. In the living room, he finds a small group of people, which he recognizes from the sports festival. Katsuki Bakugou, his least favorite person in 1-A, Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima, Hanta Sero, and Denki Kaminari. He always envied those in Class 1-A. After all, nobody in 1-A had a villainous quirk. Then, as he was deep in thought, Bakugou walked up to him. "The f@ck are you doing in our dorms, extra?" Bakugou questioned rather aggressively. Shinsou stared blankly at him. "Moving in," he said, as if everyone already knew he was supposed to be moved into Class 1-A. Although he wasn't sure if anybody knew. Bakugou stared at Shinsou with confusion, earning a smug look from Shinsou. The others took notice of this, with one speaking up. "Yo, Shinsou, are you actually moving in?" An electric blonde asked. Although Shinsou didn't quite pick up his question, noticing the tired eyes on Kaminari, and the red puffy cheeks. Was he crying? No, he's too happy. Maybe he's a bit sick."-sou? Shinsou? Hellooo??" Kaminari pulled him out of his thoughts. Shinsou looked at the blonde's tired eyes."Sorry. What?" Shinsou was embarrassed. So, so embarrassed. The others looked at him with confusion, or maybe worry. Kaminari offered him a tour of the building, and asked what room and floor he was on."Uh. I'm on… floor three?" Shinsou said, still embarrassed from what happened previously. Kaminari beamed. His bright smile, was almost blinding. Almost. It was fake. His smile is so fake. Is he that disgusted by me, my quirk? I haven't even done anything to him. Shinsou was about to shut down, letting his thoughts get to him. "That's great! I'm also on floor three! Isn't that so cool? It's like… Mr. Aizawa wanted me to have a new friend!" Kaminari went on and on, showing Shinsou around, talking about the dorms, girls, his favorite video game, and so on. "So, Mr. Shinsou," he said suggestively "what's your type?? You gotta tell me man!" Shinsou's face felt warm, no, hot, like how it felt when he embarrassed himself before. Kaminari waited, and kept asking. "I- uh. Well, um." Shinsou stammered, only embarrassing himself more, and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he tripped. Not a small stumble, no. He embarrassingly tripped over his own shoe, and tried to stabilize himself by grabbing onto something that was the closest. More like someone who was closest.As he and Kaminari toppled over, Shinsou wanted to disappear, while Kaminari laughed hysterically. "Girls trip you up, huh?" Kaminari said in between laughs and giggles.Shinsou froze. He doesn't like girls. "Boys." Kaminari stopped laughing, and stared at Shinsou, apologetically."Sh@t, man. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed." Shinsou noticed Kaminari seemed uncomfortable now. Shinsou got up, and walked to the elevator, thanking Kaminari for the tour. Kaminari speed walked to his dorm. He f@ck@d up. How could he assume that Shinsou liked girls? How could he assume anybody liked girls like he liked girls. How could he f@ck up his first impression on Shinsou like that? He tried to remain calm and quiet, avoiding alarming any of his neighbors, especially not the new one. He paced back and forth, not able to calm down. I need to stop. I need to breathe. I need to calm down. He attempted doing a breathing exercise that his former therapist showed him, but to no avail, it didn't work. Sh@t. Why won't it work? It never f@ck@ng works. He was pacing faster now, and involuntarily, electricity started to generate. He didn't notice. He kept pacing, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't calm down. He was going to short circuit the Heights Alliance, all because he assumed someone's sexuality, and he couldn't contain his emotions. I am sixteen, and I still cannot control myself. The electricity was getting more wild and out of control, making the lights flicker. Then came a knock on the door. He stopped in his tracks. "Kaminari?" A familiar voice came from outside his door. "Is everything okay?" The person behind the door was none other than Mr. Aizawa. He and the other teachers knew of Denki's emotional instability, so, he deduced that a teacher was sent to check on him when lights began to flicker. Denki remained quiet for a moment, and took a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's good." He stood outside the door so Mr. Aizawa could hear him. Denki figured out pretty quickly that Mr. Aizawa was a huge worry-wart. So this wasn't out of character for him."Can I come in?" Denki stilled, he knew Aizawa could help him with his issues, but he didn't want to burden him. But he also knew Aizawa wouldn't back down until he knew Denki was better. "Uh, yeah." Denki opened up the door, and a tall lean man walked in. "What did you need?" He stood awkwardly as he was stared at by Aizawa. "The lights were flickering," he paused, "did something happen?" The man was obviously filled with worry. Denki shook his head, hiding the fact that he made someone involuntarily come out to him. Someone he literally just met. "Nah, man. I'm all good." He held out a thumbs up with a bright smile. Hoping this would deter his teacher. His worried teacher. His teacher that's offering help, that he knows he needs. "Problem child." Aizawa muttered under his breath. "I'd like to know if you're distressed Kaminari. Please inform me or any other teacher. Especially if you need help." Aizawa turned around and walked away. Aizawa's words echoed in Denki's head. I know I need help. But how am I supposed to ask? Kaminari was much calmer now, and got ready for bed, feeling so much guilt for not asking for help, but he knows he can't. If he does, how will his classmates and friends treat him? With those thoughts running through his mind, Denki drifted to sleep.'
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