BNHA One-Shots and Short Stories (x Reader)

POINTY STICK MASTER : Denki Kaminari

Author's Note:

All I have to say about this is that I'm proud of how stupid it is. Writing it really reminded me of the original fanfictions I used to write, which tended to be a bit goofier like this. 

The prompt I chose for this week (today?) is "Candy cane sword fights & how quickly they can escalate".

I hope you like it!

-Sugar

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A bright flavor burst into your mouth, slightly biting back at your tongue as you sucked on the end of a red and white striped stick. You'd been at it for a few minutes; your tongue swirling around the end of your sweet treat.

You glanced over at Denki who was beside you on the common room couch. He was already almost done with his, having crunched through it all the way up to the bend.

"Have you ever tried savoring your candy cane?" you asked your boyfriend out of the blue.

"What?"

"You finish yours so quickly," you quipped. "I make mine last."

Denki shrugged, continuing to crunch away at his peppermint stick. "There's plenty here."

You glanced down at the mostly full box on the table in front of you, unable to disagree. "But look at mine." You pulled it from your mouth, taking note of how it tapered to a thin point at the end. "It's all pointy and cool."

Gently poking it against his cheek, you watched as Denki scrunched up his nose at the sensation. "You could kill someone with that."

"Yeah, that's why it's cool." You studied the sticky point, the red stripes having faded off until most of it was solid white. "It's my sword of—of ... justice? Ho ho homicide?" You began to puzzle for a moment over what to call it. Finally you gave up after you realized you didn't care, shrugging and popping it back in your mouth.

"A sword, huh? You might be onto something. Hold that thought."

You watched as Denki unwrapped a new candy cane, sticking it in his mouth and starting to suck on it like you were. A few minutes later, he brought it back out from between his lips, taking a look at the end to find that it had sharpened to a small point.

"En guard?" he asked hopefully, holding it up to you.

You took your own candy out of your mouth, comparing them. "Mine's a little smaller, and they'll probably break, but we can try."

"Whoever's breaks first loses."

"Alright then, you're on."

The ordeal started out tame enough. You got up off the couch for better mobility, taking jabs at the other's hand on occasion rather than clacking the sticks together. Even so, Denki kept you on your toes, and you kept driving each other around the common room.

He made another strike at the base of your "sword", knowing that if he hit it too high, the sharp end would break off and the match would be over too soon. You thrust towards him in retaliation, feinting up before lightly poking your stick at one of his knuckles.

"Ow," he said dryly, still grinning at the sheer ridiculousness of what you were doing.

Speaking of which, that moment just so happened to be when Bakugou decided to walk in. He froze behind one of the tables once he caught sight of you, taking in the full scene before him.

"What. The actual fuck?" was all he was able to manage.

"Hey, Kacchan," Denki greeted over his shoulder as he parried another one of your attacks. "Did you come to see me win?"

"As if," you scoffed.

"What are the stakes?" Bakugou asked, watching your pathetic excuse for a dramatic fight.

"Probably nothing," you admitted.

"Bragging rights."

You darted in, moving to clash the base of your sticky striped stick against Denki's, causing his to crack.

"No!" He and Bakugou both could only watch as you applied just a bit more pressure to the fracture until eventually, it broke in two. "NOOO!" Denki yelled louder, taking a look at his broken candy cane before turning around and running off.

You followed in hot pursuit, giggling as you chased after him with your still-intact pointy stick.

"KACCHAN, HELP, THEY'RE GONNA SHANK ME!" He pounced on the other blond boy, a look of enraged shock taking over Bakugou's features.

"GET OFFA ME, DUNCE FACE!" he roared as he struggled to remove Kaminari's arms from around his waist.

You couldn't help but laugh at the situation, watching as Bakugou wrestled your boyfriend to the ground. It was only when a sharp smell of smoke and the sound of faint popping filled the air that Denki finally let go in full defeat.

"I'm done for," he said, laying on the ground. "(Y/N), finish me off."

You walked over to him, bending down and poking your candy cane at his nose. "Boop."

He turned his head dramatically to the side, lolling his tongue out. You stuck your candy cane in his open mouth. Denki accepted it at first, but then frowned and spit it back out again. "Ew, it tastes like your hand!"

"The bitter taste of defeat." You stood and poked at his hip with your toe. "Get up. I want my victory kiss from you."

"I thought you said there weren't any stakes," Denki said, cracking an eye open.

"Are you saying you don't like kissing me?"

"No! You just never mentioned a prize for the winner."

"Well we're going to do that now, I decided."

"You have to kiss me alive, though, since you just killed me." Denki made little weak grabby motions in your direction. "Come down here."

Bakugou made sure to roll his eyes in the most exaggerated way possible. "Idiots," he muttered before finally exiting the room again. "Disgusting."

As soon as he was gone, you knelt down on the floor beside Denki. You kissed him gently on the nose before finally going down to meet his lips. He still tasted like mint, and you couldn't help but notice the way he grinned as you kissed him.

"Happy now?" you asked, pulling back.

Denki sat up and exaggerated a stretch. "Man, being dead sucked. Great way to come back though."

It was your turn to roll your eyes, standing and picking up your discarded candy cane. He got up and helped find the rest of his, making sure not to leave shattered candy bits on the floor.

"You're coming with me to my room now, right?" you asked as you brushed off your hands into a waste bin.

"Totally." Denki put an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. "I believe I have a kiss to give you? Maybe I'm feeling generous and I'll give you a couple more. How does that sound?"

"Perfect." You took his hand and walked him to the elevator.

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