Denki's POV
Sunday, 1:00Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic never heard anything about the party and some of my classmates finished cleaning up right as they walked in. My back and ass feel pretty much like normal and Hitoshi feels fine as well.
Today was the day we all go home for a while since most of my classmates haven't seen their families for weeks. Since my "parents" kicked me out a few months ago I was going with Shinso and it was gonna be a blast!
I'm hoping if I give Mic more candy wrappers he can convince Aizawa to let us sleep in the same bed. He seemed to like the one wrapper a few weeks ago.
"Come on, we're leaving in a few minutes." Shinso says entering my room without consent. I could've been naked for all he knows! "I'm almost ready." I smile packing the last of my belongings. "Can we make a pillow fort and then cuddle like cute little gay buddies?" I eagerly ask tossing my favorite hoodie into the bag (Shinso left it in my room a few days ago and it's mine now).
"Isn't that mine?" He teases sitting on my bed. I sit next to him and intertwine our fingers. I sling my bag over one shoulder and he adjusts the strap to fit. I pull the other end over my right shoulder and then once that one is adjusted too he grabs my hand again and we wait downstairs.
"Hey Kami.." Kiri whispers. "Yeah?" I whisper back. "Where are you gonna go?" I tilt my head over to Shinso and he nods.
I've only told him, his moms, Shinso, Mr. Aizawa, Mic and Principal Nezu. I don't feel comfortable with anyone else knowing for the time being. Maybe I'll get more open about the topic as I get older, it's just that my parents and I were very close throughout my childhood. I would have never guessed fate would bring this.
Flashback
"Hey.. Mom? Dad? Can I talk to you guys?" I ask turning my head around the corner and into the kitchen. "Yeah, what's up Denki?" My mother asks with caring eyes. "Can we sit at the table?" My dad nods with confused eyes.
"Is everything okay, Denki?" He asks firmly but softly at the same time. I look them dead in the eyes and get straight to the point. "I... I think I'm pansexual." My mother's jaw drops and my father's eyes look dangerous. I watch my mom cry into my dad's chest. "Pack all your shit." Dad says standing up with balled fists. "Wh-what?" I feel my neck start to collapse. "Wh-"
"YOU HEARD ME. YOU'RE OUT OF THE HOUSE." He says pointing down the hall. I feel many tears come to my eyes as I fall apart. "NOW BEFORE I-" That's all I heard before running to my room.
At lightning speed (no pun intended) I throw all of my belongings into a suitcase and various bags. I left behind a few shirts that I didn't need and some other small or unwanted clothes.
As I was going through my bedside table I found the necklace my great grandfather gave me when I was a young boy. "You'll be a great hero someday, Denki." I cry harder as I clench the necklace in my fist. "I miss you, grandpa.."
When all the important things were packed with very little left behind I smash a bunch of photos and break my T.V. I electrically charge my room and stealthily electrically charge their room. "Goodbye Denki... I just can't continue to raise you this way." My mother sobs. I look around and when the coast is clear of father I knock her out with my suitcase then bolt out the door. (Again, no pun intended)
The rain started pouring as I ran to Kiri's house. I knock and he answers almost immediately, and as I answer his smile goes in the trash. It's exactly the reaction you would have if you saw your best friend at your doorstep soaking wet with three bags and a suitcase. "What- MOM!" He yells pulling me in. Once we're inside I drop my bags and collapse to the ground. He pulls me in for a hug and almost right away his mom is there to see what the issue is (his other mother was at work).
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