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Heart in Braids

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Weaved, talked and slept.

At the same time, after his parents' visit. Jirou and Kaminari sat at the same spot. Giggling, talking about school and lots of stuff. She never had realized how much they could talk about until those days where they snug together, Kaminari weaving her hair into braids he liked. And him, suddenly falling asleep after an hour or so.

The next day, Kaminari tried the crown braid. Knots hung on Jirou's head like a tiara, almost needing a hair setter but it looked lovely on her. Having her catching Kaminari later as he was about to fall on the other side of the bed, asleep.

Wednesday was a french top knot, for a sweet badass look in match with her black sweater and ripped jeans. Then a dutch braid on Thursday where Kaminari failed to finish the other half, deliriously begging for him to sleep as he felt so tired.

One thing was certain for Jirou, his waking hours became shorter and shorter. They said it was the effects of the quirk debilitating medications, but it seemed that he was getting the same effects of deactivating his quirk in a safer way. It was not bad though, but the end of the unstable state of his quirk was still not seen.

Until they didn't let him take it at Friday and prepared to transfer him. Damn. They still could not find a way until Jirou learned from Aizawa-sensei that he was sent to a quirk research facility much farther from the school where he could let his quirk on the loose while being monitored quirk-wise and health-wise.

Kaminari felt normal, walking around the insulated steel walls of the spacious brightly lit room he was in. There were few furnitures inside; a single bed with a bedside table pushed to a wall, a shelf of books and a digitally locked door at the next wall and opposite to the bed was a comfy chair facing a glass made for the visitors to see him, all in monochrome colors.

The white gridded pajamas of the faclity was comfortable for him, but the tinted black glass wall opposite the shelves was making him feel embarrassed as he knew there were some people out there, observing him. It was boring that he was touching the wall curiously while tiny yellow bolts were continuously discharging from his fingers.

Looking at it, he remembered his dreams of Jirou as he stared at his hand.

He was seeing himself. It was weird, it looked like he was looking at himself from another view. That Kaminari on his dream has dynamic reactions, a loud hyper voice and a silly short-circuited face that was so funny and cute for him. He felt so soft. What the fuck? Yeah, he's freakin' handsome anyway.

However, the class started to fade in white. The Kaminari he was seeing was alone, tearful as he looked at his hands. It was the worst, seeing himself like that.

"I am really an idiot, you think so too huh, Jirou?" himself beside him said. Being confused, he's not Jirou. He's him. And within a blink, his view changed to looking at his hand, turning to Jirou who was sitting beside him.

"Yeah, I do, but hey, being this stupid make you happy right?" the Jirou on his dream said, suddenly smiling that looked so sweet a toothache's coming.

Whatever did that mean was unclear, but every time he dreamed of the same thing, he felt like seeing Jirou. It was odd and his chest hurt. And his mind was a mess. What am I feeling?

Kaminari was distracted by a voice from the visitor's area behind the clear glass. Kirishima was waving his hand right there, Bakugou and Sero was with him too.


"Kirishima!" he called back, walking from the wall nearby the shelves. Kaminari sat on the chair in front of the glass while the other did the same, the other two standing on opposite sides.

"Bro! It has been a long time since we've seen you awake." Kirishima almost cried, "Damn, we miss you so much."

"I missed you guys too! And I'm glad you brought Bakugou along." Kaminari sneered, earning a glare from the latter.

It was that time to catch up. With the exception of Bakugou, who was just silent and cursing with agreement, they did a lot of talking. Kaminari's electricity sparking out of him whenever he laughed much to their surprise. One time, he sneezed that the lights went off a second, sending a wave of currents inside the room.

"So, it was no good suppressing it huh?" Kirishima pondered, referring to his quirk, "That's why it suffers you from the inside, damn, that sounds like feelings."

Feelings, huh? That got him wondered. Ever since Jirou had jabbed him, his quirk went haywire. Like feelings.. Nah. That's absurd. Flares of yellow popping from his hidden hands, Kaminari sighed and asked them something.

"How was Jirou doing?"

There was a sudden change in their expressions, especially on Kirishima, where he had to look away. A look of uncertainty and disappointment on his face. Kaminari prompted again, and this time Bakugou spoke.

"That bastard made your quirk go fucking nuts right? Who knows what she had sent into your body. I doubt it. There must be some reason. But shitty hair right here had been thinking about it a lot it throws me off."

"Guys?!" Kaminari reacted in disbelief, "It is not her fault-"

"-Dude! If you had saw it happen on your friend, you wouldn't know how to react right?" Kirishima cut him off, eyes sparkling in frustration, "We had no one to blame and Kaminari, I got so scared.." his fists clenched hard, "We got so scared that all we see was Jirou! It was so hard to handle but now I'm telling you that we were dead worried!"

Kaminari realized he went wrong. He failed to talk to his friends about their feelings, spending all waking hours with Jirou with her hair that smelled like caramel. Seeing all of them mad for being like this right now. It was the time for them to be at ease like how he wants Jirou to be.

"Kirishima, Sero, Bakugou, I was born like this, you know that." Kaminari started, looking down on his silently snapping fingers. "I have no tolerance to this. You know the killer headaches every time the wheying went off? My mother does not experience any of that. Unlike her, my static was also inside like how my father's quirk was inside him. I am a fucking mutated live wire."

He breathed, as the idea weighted on his chest like how it does always, "And about Jirou, it's up to me to know what's wrong. Why did that jab had an impact." Kirishima and the others gazed in concern as Kaminari clung on his ribs, "And why I feel like something must be said.. this pain.."

Jirou thought that she came at the wrong time. She froze at the voices of Kirishima and Sero by the visiting area, her grip on a pack of rubber bands tightening. Why did she even bought this? It's not like Kaminari's allowed to touch her. But to hell with it, she keeped it at her backpack's pocket and somehow decided to eavesdrop.

"How was Jirou doing?"

She held her breath. Me? Jirou's hands were on her mouth. Her heart rushed as she stuck herself on the wall beside the door, unseen. Choosing between hearing properly using her earjacks or not. No. She couldn't be as her heart was out rampaging.

"That bastard made your quirk go fucking nuts.." What? Jirou's knees shook as she prevented herself from collapsing, little gasps coming out of her lips, "..Who knows what she had sent.."

It was not her fault, right? Right Kaminari? Jirou's feet was moving in its own, backing away from the sounds of their voice that felt like echoes. She was at a distance where they are impossible to be heard clearly but she could pick up words that Jirou does not need to hear.

" had saw it happen on your friend you wouldn't know.... "

"...and Kaminari...we got so .. all we see was Jirou!"

All we see was Jirou

All they see was you.

Eyes gazing at her with horror. Clenched fists. Uncertain stares. Kaminari's weak smile.

There it went again. That feeling. Jirou fled away, not wanting to drop her knees on the floor, her own nervous gasps and footsteps were what she's hearing. But still god. She thought she had gotten over this.

Jirou rushed down the stairs, almost tripping and falling because of her knees and her palms due to sweat. She swung around til she saw herself kneeling outside the facility's emergency exit, her hand grasping the popcorn rough wall and the other at her head.

"It's not bad to hold back, you know. Didn't know your quirk could be dangerous to him?"

"That doesn't look okay right now, Jirou."


"For goodness' sake Jirou, your quirk is not supposed to be used for playtime. Though only vibrations from your heart, it may have some bad effect on someone. I am going to call your parents."

She slammed at her head several times. Groaning terribly that her throat hurt and tears were falling on her skirt. Jirou repeated the words as flashbacks were sullying her mind.

"Get! ..Off!-"

Jirou saw herself at her comfort room, huddled over the toilet as she retched crying. Fuck. Jirou didn't mean to do any of those. She didn't mean to hurt him! Now Kaminari was at the hospital. News he was not doing good and shit-

"-My! Fucking! Head! Get the hell off! Kami..nari!"

Dear god. She was the reason of all of this. Kaminari's gentle hand was above her hair. It was all her fault. He said that it was not. But it was, it was all her fault, Kaminari being admitted until now that he was transferred. The boy looked into her eyes and said he's going to be fine. Even though, she was the reason why he was now basically locked out of the world, his quirk made unstable by her heart.

Yup, it was all her fault. Pretending to be all optimistic, when a single stare, the sun set and she's all alone, it was coming back and was on her shoulders. The guilt.

It's all your fault, stupid Jirou.

"Watch out!"

Jirou was reverted to reality. Where was she? And when did she got there? An explosion was at the side of the road, a ash blonde boy catapulting himself to whom? Her? She looked up and saw an incoming truck, its red paint glinting from the sunset. Next, an earsplitting beep was heard from a fade.

"Jirou! Bakugou!"

A strong harsh hand grasped her arm. Bakugou? Jirou looked at the latter and he was mad, his brows furrowed, eyes were not looking at her and her arm sored from his grip.

When they landed, that was when Jirou realized they had flown away from the large vehicle. She turned to Bakugou who was holding his arm, grunting in pain. It took seconds for Jirou to process everything.

"You.. fucking stupid!" Bakugou hissed, pulling away from the brace he made for him to be the one to land on the ground. Blood smeared his uniform sleeve which Jirou looked at in horror, she remained on the ground, speechless.

"Bakugou! You alright dude?" Sero asked, gasping, "That's nasty, let's clean that up!"

Jirou averted from the sight, gazing at the ground instead, breath shaking and nervous. What the hell just happened? Did Bakugou just saved her and ended up scarred? And when did she waddled at this street? God, Bakugou.. Here it goes again.

A presence was in front of her, that has been in place as her though people walked away in their common pace. She slowly looked up, seeing Kirishima looking down at her. The expression she was expecting was not there, instead a soulful apologetic stare was on his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jirou."

His hand was reached out.


That was disgusting, grimacing internally to herself. Learning that they watched her while she was at a vulnerable state. Jirou couldn't bear the fact that they were there. And followed her until she crossed the street thus that happened. She felt even worse.

But maybe not, as Kirishima said things that lightened the entity of guilt on her back. He apologized for making her feel that way, when he could just consider Kaminari's feelings. And that he would not blame anyone. He cried it was not manly and he was just the same as her, terrified and mad to himself that he kept his emotions, leading him to do things that's not good in the end.

"It is not wise to hold back these kind of feelings, Jirou." he looked at her kindly, "Please tell him how much you feel."

Yes, she will. Jirou nodded in response, waving at Kirishima as he walked out of the facility's entrance.

In a few steps he stopped and turned back to Jirou, "And by the way, he told us to take care of you."

Kirishima's voice was thick, sighing. It seemed like he was hesistant to say something.

"Because?" Jirou prompted, her heart suddenly throbbed.

"Because, he cannot take care of you any longer." he ended with disbelief on his tone, "It's what he said, it was strange, but I don't know what he meant."

So, Kaminari also mentioned that to them? And now that he was full on conscious? Perhaps, there was nothing wrong on opening that to him now huh? Jirou hummed, and replied, "I'll make it clear this time."