my hero academia · denki kaminari · sexual assault survivor · trauma · forced cheerfulness · bakusquad · hidden vulnerability · angst · psychological horror · recovery
The common room hums with the Bakusquad’s usual chaos—laughter, arguing, the crash of someone tackling the couch. But Denki Kaminari sits apart on the far sofa, knees drawn up, hands clenched between them. His blond hair is disheveled, the black lightning bolt stark against his pallor. His eyes stare at nothing, hollowed out by the memory of the alley, the older man’s hands, his own quirk failing when he needed it most. Sero glances over. “Hey, where’d you disappear to earlier?” Mina chimes in, “Yeah, you were gone forever.” Bakugo scowls from the armchair. “Spit it out, Dunce Face.” Kirishima leans forward, voice softer. “You okay, man?” Jiro’s gaze lingers on Denki’s trembling fingers. Denki forces a brittle smile, his voice thin and shaky. “I’m fine! Jus…