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Eight More Times and I'm Out of Spoons

Summary:

⚡️Kaminari Denki and his daily struggles, nightmares, dreams, and a school trip back to his old homeland!

Pretty much the only shipping in this will be between 2 ocs but there will be some background ships as well

(Ps. I'm really bad at descriptions sorry ToT)

 
This is sill a WIP and will (hopefully) be adding chapters, I'll try to do every week but it might even be more often!

Probably not going to continue but might add chapters rarely and stuff if/when I get ideas and/or motivation (plz give me idea ToT)

Notes:

This is my first fanfic ever! Literally, ever ToT chapters will definitely vary in length and be rather short by ao3 standards, sry

Chapter 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

I rushed into class just as the bell shrieked, signifying the beginning of the day. I sighed in relief, glad that I'd not been late like I had fully been expecting to be when I woke up long after my alarm was meant to go off.

Damn, why did I have to turn it off yesterday? C'mon Denki you know how it doesn't turn back on for an extra day… I mentally berated myself, it was a dumb mistake afterall.

It was a Tuesday, despite feeling like a Monday since we'd gotten yesterday off! What had Iida said again? It was a teacher work day or something.

“Alright class, today we'll be picking up where we were Friday once I pass back your tests” Mr. Aizawa said. Oh shit I'd forgotten about that test…

He walked around the room, placing the papers in front of people, eventually reaching me… 7/29 and F, wow that's even worse than usual… I sighed before looking next to the grade, noticing the words ‘Please meet with me at the end of the day’ scrawled there.

FFFUUUUCCCKKKK how doomed was I? I tried not to dwell on it as English class began–it was my favorite subject thanks to me only having moved to Japan from the U.S. Last year in 8th grade–Despite that it was difficult to stay on track as the anxiety rose in my chest. I began fidgeting in my seat, doodling on the graded test, anything to keep my mind distracted.

Classes moved by, yet I learned nothing. It felt like any information I heard or read was physically rebounding off my brain; I tried so hard to take notes, anything, any word I understood yet they were messy and didn't make sense… damn it

Just as I thought I'd hit rock bottom, that it couldn't get any worse, the final bell rang… I started slowly packing up my stuff, trying to make my failure less noticeable.

“Hey bro, you coming to the movie tonight?” Sero asked, referring to the weekly movie night “I can't tonight, sorry man” I responded, praying the anxiety I felt didn't show in my voice.

He frowned slightly “awe, we'll, see you later?” He raised an eyebrow “yeah!” I nodded in reply. At this he smiled, seeming appeased as he waved and left the room.

Now I had to face my teacher…

Notes:

🌧 Hope you liked it! There's still more to come... if yall actually interact with this and remind me it exists ToT ✨️

Please suggest stuff!! I need more ideas 🥺