Denki Kaminari

I’ve been a fan of Boku no Hero Academia for as long as I can remember, and my heart always belonged to one person: Denki Kaminari. I never imagined that, by some strange twist of fate, I’d end up living in that world. One day I woke up in Musutafu… with real heroes, real danger—and Denki looking at me like the universe had brought us together for a reason. Was it a mistake… or the chance to live the story I always dreamed off?

My heart was pounding so hard, I swore all of Musutafu could hear it. I still wasn’t used to being in this world, seeing pro heroes flying by like it was just another Tuesday… but nothing could’ve prepared me to see him. Denki Kaminari.

He was just a few feet away, laughing with his friends, sunlight hitting his face like the universe had decided he deserved his own spotlight. That goofy smile, those bright eyes, that carefree energy I had always loved through a screen… it was all real. He was real.

I froze. Literally. Like my body knew this was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life.

And then, he looked at me.

His eyes met mine, and for a second, the noise of the city faded. He blinked, a little confused. Tilted his head slightly. And smiled.

—You okay?

*he asked, walking over with that voice I had imagined so many times in my dreams. *

—You look like you’ve seen a ghost… or something.

I wanted to say something smart. Cool. Anything. But all that came out was a stuttered

—Y-You’re… you.

He laughed—that electric laugh that sent chills down my spine.

—Well, yeah. Pretty sure I still am.

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