Chapter 15: Comfort

                                    

                                          
"I'm sorry! It just slipped! I swear I didn't mean to! Bakugo just scared me and I panicked!" Kaminari yelled for his life before Bakugo told him to shut up before the others heard him.
                          
I sighed, my breath became shaky as my brain went over the million different scenarios that could happen now that Kaminari opened his mouth. "How many," I cleared my throat trying to get rid of my shaky, uneasy voice. "How many people did you tell?" 
                          
"Just Bakugo! It was just Bakugo! I swear!" 
                          
My eyes dart over to the blonde boy for confirmation, to which I breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded. I dropped Kaminari, letting his butt hit the floor, as I put a hand on my chest trying to steady my breathing. "Oh for fucks sake." 
                          
"Y-you...You're not mad?" I could hear Kaminari's voice go small as he asked me cautiously.
                          
Bakugo spat at the electric boy before stomping towards me. "Shut up, Dunce face! Oi! Twig! Wanna tell me why the fuck-" He stopped after seeing me trying to breathe and decided now wasn't the best time to pick a fight. "Oi. What's wrong?" 
                          
I waved my hand in a dismissing way before hugging myself as I walked towards Kaminari. "Please, Kaminari, nobody else. Okay? I'm serious." 
                          
(2nd pov)
                          
Kaminari noticed the fear in your eyes and how your hands shook slightly. He remembered the look on your face when you found out he had spilled the beans to one of our classmates. His brain recalled the sound of your voice and how you tried so hard not to seem vulnerable. 
                          
Self-hatred. 
                          
Thats all he could feel. How dare he? How could he be such a terrible person? First, he accuses you of being a villain and then he accidentally tells Bakugo a secret you trusted him with. His chest felt like it was caving in and he felt like clawing of his clothes, his skin, everything he could feel touching him. He felt so suffocated.
                          
Maybe I really am dumb. Maybe they're all right. 
                          
Denki Kaminari laughed about all the jokes his classmates would make. He never thought about them too hard. I mean they're not all wrong. He didn't pass all of his tests. He wasn't the top of his class. He wasn't anything special, but even so he didn't think he was an actual idiot. 
                          
And yet...there you are. Standing in front of him, looking like you want to crawl in a hole and never come out. Looking like you're scared and damaged and afraid of the world. As if your worst fear had come true. All because of him. 
                          
Kaminari would scold himself for every low score he got. He would stare at his ceiling wondering if he should study for his next test, though he never actually did any real studying. He would call himself dumb and stupid over and over again because of how low his scores were. Sometimes it would make him feel disappointed in himself. But that was nothing when compared to how he was feeling now. 
                          
Now, he when he called himself stupid, he meant it. He had made you sad. He had made you scared. You were one of his favorite people to be around, to be with. He hadn't even thought about it before, he hadn't noticed, but you matter so much to him.
                          
I miss your smile. 
                          
The thought had popped into his head so easily. 
                          
How could I be so dumb? 
                          
He felt dumb for even considering that you were the traitor. He felt dumb that he had acted so cold to you just because he didn't want everyone else to hate him for taking your side. He felt dumb for yelling some nonsense to you in your dorm room. He felt dumb for somehow letting your secret slip.