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Kaminari x (plus size)Reader Oneshot

this is my first oneshot so.. you know.. just a warning PFFT

{{ TW: This story is between Denki Kaminari and a plus sized reader! In it, the reader expresses self deprecating thoughts, body image issues, and ED behaviors. They are comforted by Kaminari. Weight and skipping meals are mentioned. Read at your own risk! <3}}

You sat at the foot of your bed, feeling numb. Tear streaks seemed to be permanently etched onto your cheeks at this point; you hadn’t been able to get a good night's sleep in over a week. Prior to that point, you had been doing well. However, recently your depression has been beating you down and rendering you incapable of being your usual chirpy self. If the inescapable melancholy mindset wasn’t bad enough alone, you had extreme body image issues. The combination of the two had you beyond down in the dumps, you could barely function. You hadn’t been eating much, but it wasn’t exactly out of self neglect. Your brother had been trying to get you to eat, cooking you curry and other meals. He would leave it in your room for you, but you rarely ate it. Occasionally, he’d succeed in getting you to eat something; however, the guilt you felt after eating always overpowered your hunger for the next meal. You wanted to be thinner; despite the fact that skipping meals was unhealthy and unreasonable, you couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t like your reflection. In fact, it seemed all you could do was obsess over it.

As you sat cris-cross on the edge of your bed, you faced the mirror that was set up parallel to you. Your eyes skimmed your reflection, picking apart your body and obsessing over each individual imperfection and flaw you could possibly identify. You sat in silence, feeling as if your chest caved in. You had moved beyond the point of self sympathy, you were just hurting. You felt disgusted with yourself and you hated your reflection more than anything. As you were entrapped in your self deprecating thoughts, you slid off the end of your bed and landed on the carpet below you in a heap. You pulled your knees to your chest as tightly as you could, planting your head firmly in the tops of your arms and allowing yourself to wallow in your emotions and drown in the horrible thoughts that wracked your mind. Before you knew it, your body was shaking with sobs. You couldn’t help yourself, you were hurting and you couldn’t continue fighting the stinging behind your eyes.

Beneath your room, you could faintly hear the cacophonous chorus of eager voices. Your brother had his friends over. You spent time with them often, they sort of adopted you into their group. They were enrolled in the hero course at UA, meanwhile you had taken to the general studies option. They often spent the night at your house, tonight being one of those nights. They were spread out around your living room, all tightly gripping a controller as they stared at the screen they were playing games on. They had always been a competitive bunch, your brother Katsuki in particular.

Downstairs

“WHICH ONE OF YOU SHIT HEADS PUT A DAMN BANANA PEEL AFTER THE FINISH LINE?” Katsuki’s voice boomed.

Sero smirked, “That would be me,” he stated proudly as he passed Bakugou on the second lap.

“BRO! Denki you’re going the wrong way! Look at the sign the floaty man is holding, it means you’re going on the map backwards!” Mina scolded, briefly glancing at the determined, yellow haired boy.

“I know! I’m trying to catch Kiri, he hit me with a shell!” He responded, laughing as he got behind Kirishima to pelt him with the three red shells he had collected. As Kirishima got hit three times in a row, he threw his arms up into the air in exasperation.

“Dude! There’s no way for me to catch up to Bakugou!” Kirishima whined, tossing down his controller as the FINISH! pop-up appeared on his screen.

“It was too late anyway, shitty hair.” The fiery blonde responded, smirking as he dropped his controller on the couch and put his hands behind his head. “Too easy.” The room was filled with various sounds of desperation, every player having lost to Bakugou countless times.

Denki smiled, not as concerned about his loss and more focused on the vengeance he got over Eijiro. “Good job Bakubro, I’ll be back though. I gotta use the bathroom, play a round without me!”

His exit was only briefly acknowledged as the determined bunch went right back to their cutthroat way of playing, insulting one another and starting the next round.

Upstairs

Kaminari had just finished in the bathroom, heading for the staircase. He faltered in his gait as he heard soft whimpers echoing through the hall. He glanced down the hallway in confusion, his eyes meeting your doorway. Katsuki told them when they first got to his house that you wouldn’t be playing because you weren’t feeling well. You were all off from school, Denki felt especially bummed that you were sick during one of the few breaks you got.

Not to mention throughout getting to know you, he had found himself feeling more and more attached and attracted to you. He admired your beauty and personality from the day Katsuki introduced you to their group of friends, ever since that day the two of you had grown closer. Concerned about you being in pain, he walked carefully to your door. He brought his knuckle up to the door and knocked gently, the pressure easing it open. Not anticipating the door to be open already, he glanced away out of respect for your privacy. However, he couldn’t help but do a double take when he noticed your crumpled figure in a heap.

“Y/N?” He softly inquired, his tone dripping with concern.

Your body jolted, startled by his presence. Quickly processing that it belonged to the caring boy you had grown to love, you quickly turned away from him and began frantically wiping at your face. You gulped, praying to whatever higher being there was that your voice would be strong.

“Kaminari! Everything is ok-“ your voice cut out in the middle of your statement, you had planned on assuring him that everything was fine and he should leave so he wouldn’t get sick. However, your body had different plans. Your voice was raspy and revering with every word, and a sob brought your sentence to a streaking halt.

The now wide-eyed boy in your doorway froze for a moment, having a brief internal conflict. It was obvious that something was wrong and he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries by entering your room without permission, but his desperate desire to comfort you quickly overpowered that sentiment. “Y/N, I’m coming in, I hope that’s okay-“ his voice trailed off at the end as the sound of your sobs flowed through the room. He felt like his world stopped turning for a moment, immediately deciding that he never wanted to hear that sound again. He immediately sat down beside you, setting a hand gently on your shoulder.

Your body tensed at the contact, but immediately relaxed afterwards. You attempted to organize your thoughts and what you wanted, but it was difficult to do in the moment.

“Y/N, what’s going on? I’m here for you to talk to. Do you need medicine?” He asked, his yellow eyes staring intently at you, desperate to get to the root of what was causing you to cry and resolve it in any way he could.

You slowly turned your body to him, bringing your eyes up to meet his gaze. “I’m not sick, Kaminari.” Your voice came out as a whisper, you wanted so badly to be perfect for the boy in front of you. Only now, you were exactly the opposite. You were in the same outfit you had been wearing for days, a massive hoodie and shorts. Your hair was tied into a messy bun, you hadn’t had the strength to comb through it.

Denki’s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, before realization flooded his mind. Despite his ability to seem like a dunce sometimes, he was pretty intuitive when it came to situations like this. When your eyes met his, he could see the pain behind the usually sparkling irises. The heavy, dark bags under your eyes and salt-coated streams down your face did enough to show him that this wasn’t a stupid stomach virus, you were hurting. “Y/N-“ he trailed off briefly, brushing the pieces of hair that had fallen from your flimsy bun out of your face. He gathered his words carefully before he spoke, “I’m here, talk to me about it.”

His voice sounded so soft and comforting in that moment, you felt comfortable just hearing it. Before you could speak again, your eyes were already streaming tears again and you were choking on your sobs. It felt like you were crying harder now than you ever had been in the last week. As he witnessed you shattering before him, he felt like he was going to short circuit. He’d never seen someone so vulnerable in front of him, let alone the girl he’d grown to care so much about. Before he could think, his hands were holding your hips gently and he pulled you into his lap. Being so close to him felt so natural to you that you wrapped your legs around him, your arms around his waist as you curled your head into his chest and sobbed.

Denki looked down at you, wrapping his arms around your back, resting his chin in your hair and running his hands gently through your hair. “It’s okay, Y/N, let it out. Breathe. I’m not going anywhere.”

The two of you sat there for a moment, the only sounds to be heard were your gentle cries and deep breaths as you tried to collect yourself. You tilted your head, flattening your cheek against his chest as you looked to the side. “I just-“ you paused, surprised at the sound of your voice. It sounded so shallow, your throat raw from crying for so long. “I don’t want to be me anymore. I hate me. I hate my body. I’m so tired of my reflection, I’m tired of being Y/N. I’m so fat, it’s disgusting. I feel like all I can do is look in the mirror, and every time I do it hurts more. I hate what’s looking back at me. I want to be thin, but I’m not. I’ll never be able to be good enough.” As you spoke, you subconsciously unwrapped your arms from his hips and grabbed your stomach with your hands. You squeezed around your abdomen tightly, as if it would make it smaller.

Denki stayed quiet, listening to what had been plaguing your mind for so long. Every negative word you uttered about yourself hit Kaminari in the pits of his heart, immediately striking a flame of determination in his mind. He also took notice of you squeezing at your stomach, immediately leaning away from you and moving to stand up. He carried you gently to your bed, setting you down in front of him as he sat down with you. He nudged your chin up to make eye contact with you and took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers firmly. “Y/N. I can’t explain how those words just made me feel. I had no idea you were feeling that way, I never even imagined there was a possibility of you thinking of yourself like that. The thought of someone being able to dislike you-“ He swallowed harshly, nervous but determined. “It’s so alien to me. When I look at you, all I see is beauty. I say that with full sincerity. Take it from someone who can’t help but steal glances at you every moment I get the chance. You are gorgeous...in every way I can imagine. The way your eyes shine when you speak on what you’re passionate about, the way you dance to those kpop songs I never understand…I even started listening to them because of watching you dance! T-that’s besides the point. The way your face lights up when you get excited, the way your laugh echoes when you find something genuinely funny, the quiet giggles when you laugh at something small, the way your arms feel around me, the way you look every single time I look at you...there’s always something new for me to admire. For me to smile at. For me to love.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, taking in every word he said. Before you could try to speak, he continued. “As if your personality wasn’t enough to capture my attention the moment I met you, your appearance brings that much more to the table. Your body is perfect in my eyes. You’re not too big, you could never be. You are beautiful. You don’t have to be super thin, you don’t have to be a twig. I love your body the way it is. It’s okay to be a bit bigger, there’s nothing wrong with it. You look beautiful. You’re not fat either, you’re curvy. You carry your weight beautifully. There’s nothing wrong with having extra meat on your bones, you are beautiful. You look ethereal. Every single time I’m blessed enough to look at your body, all I see is a gorgeous girl. With an even more beautiful personality, if it’s even possible to top your looks. I’ve always wanted to be able to hold you like this, to tell you these things. Not under these circumstances, though. I never want you to feel that way about yourself.”

You sat there for a moment, taking in everything he was spouting out. For such a clumsy dude, he certainly was saying all the right things at the moment. Before you knew it, your previous concerns were gone and forgotten. You had liked Kaminari for so long, you wanted to be with him. You weren’t usually the type to let others opinions determine your worth, but hearing those words come from Denki with such sincerity, it meant so much to you. They broke through the walls you put up around your heart, they got through to those self deprecating parts of your mind. In that moment, you made up your mind.Kaminari, he was the boy you wanted to be with. Anytime you had a moment of self doubt, you knew he would be there to pick you up. You are enough for him, and that’s enough for you

You had tears in your eyes again, but this time they were out of joy. “Kaminari, do you really mean it?”

“I’m surprised it came as a shock to you-“ he paused, winking, “no pun intended. I haven’t exactly been discreet, Katsuki has hit me in the back of the head every time he caught me fawning at you. And that’s happened more times than I can count.” By the time he was done speaking, he had a pink dusting to his cheeks.

You smiled at his cute joke. “I feel the same way, dork. You mean a lot to me, and...that meant a lot to me.”

Denki turned serious again. “Y/N...how long have you been like this? Hurting and cooped up?” He asked softly, taking in your appearance.

“Um...a little over a week.” You said sheepishly, hanging your head.

He nodded, standing up and making his way over to the vanity beside your bed. He picked up your hair brush, going back to your bed and sitting down with his back to your headboard and patting his legs, gesturing for you to sit between them. You hesitated before doing so, a bit confused. Before long, you felt his fingers working through your hair and untying the knotted ball of hair you called a bun. You sat like this for a while, him gently brushing through the knots until your hair was smooth again. By the time he was done, you were dozing off. The pure exhaustion had taken a toll on your body and was finally catching up to you. Denki noticed, setting down your brush as you eased the back of your head into his chest. He blushed, the extent of the situation suddenly weighing in on him. He was with the girl he liked, in her room, in her bed, her laying on his chest. And she just so happened to be his explosive friend’s sister. “Y/N, I should go. You need to rest.” You shook your head, turning around so that your face could rest in his chest.

“Please Denki, don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone anymore, I want to stay with you,” you said, as you rested your head against his chest. Your tired eyes were once again leaking tears, you didn’t realize how tired of being alone you were. Isolating yourself from the people you cared about had been damaging you even more.

Saying that Denki felt fulfilled and content in that moment would be an understatement. Hearing you say you wanted to be with him, it made his heart skip a beat. If he wasn’t already blushing, he definitely was now. He pulled your blankets around the two of you and turned off your lamp, wrapping his arms around you. One hand laced into your hair, the other began tracing shapes on your back. “Please, princess, if you ever feel that way again- talk to me. I will always be here, I want to be the one you can go to.”

He felt you tense slightly at the use of the pet name, before you melted into his hands like putty. He thought he overstepped for a moment, but the blush that flooded your cheeks and the content hum that left your lips led him to think otherwise. “I love you, dork.” You quietly trailed off, your eyes fluttering shut as sleep overcame you.

He planted a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, princess.” He laid there soaking up the feeling of having you in his arms for a while, falling asleep not long after you.

Downstairs-ish

“I swear if he blew up my bathroom I’ll blow up his face.” Katsuki snarled as the group that was once playing Mario Kart climbed the stairs. Kaminari has been upstairs for nearly 30 minutes and they were all pretty sure he was either doing something dumb or having some difficulties.

“Bro is he constipated or what?” Kirishima asked as they made their way down the hallway, the bathroom being at the very end. They all were knocking on the door and taunting the boy they thought was inside, all of them except Katsuki. As they passed your doorway, he noticed the open door and the two of you laying together beyond it.

His fists clenched at his sides, “What the fuck-“ he was about to barge in and go ballistic, but then the realizations starting filing into his mind. You were asleep, fully clothed, on top of a fully clothed, also asleep, Kaminari. Katsuki was hard headed but he wasn’t stupid. He had noticed you weren’t eating or sleeping, he knew you weren’t sick either. That was just your lame excuse. He had tried to help in his own way, bringing you bowls of extra spicy curry and meat buns. But, he didn’t know how to help you in the way you needed it. The two of you had always been relatively close, you just had a weird way of showing it. Though he would never admit it, he missed your incessant ramblings and obsessive rants about your dumb interests. He knew you were depressed, you hadn’t tried talking to him about it. That behavior was unusual in and of itself because usually you don’t shut up and he screams at you for being annoying. It was like a ritual for you two, but in the last week, he had no pesky brat to be annoyed with. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it, but you needed help - help that he couldn’t provide, but apparently his battery brained friend could. However, he was already planning out his overprotective brother monologue that he’d be yelling at Denki before the day was over. Like any other brother threatening any boy who could potentially break his sister’s heart, just with a more explosive, aggressive, and threatening twist. Others may beat up their sister’s ex-boyfriends, but he would detonate Denki into oblivion.

Before Katsuki was done thinking over the situation, he had gathered an audience. The three stooges were behind him, peering over his shoulders and into the room. Once they saw, they all let out a collective gasp and formed their own thoughts on the situation. He gently pulled your door shut, turning around to the gaggle of idiots he accidentally associates himself with and began pushing them all away from the door and toward the stairs.

“Did you see the way he was holding her? So manly!” Kirishima said, pumping his fist in the air.

“I totally shipped them from the beginning! He always short circuits around her, so cute!!” Mina squealed, cupping her face in her hands.

“They grow up so fast!” Sero croaked, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

Katsuki groaned, “Shut up dumbasses! His ass is grass once she wakes up. Stupid battery, I’ll blow his ass to bits if he lays one finger on her!”

Sero covered his mouth, holding in a laugh. “He already has his fingers on-“ before he could finish his sentence, Katsuki was already chasing him through the house screaming at him.

Mina and Kirishima looked at one another, Mina crossing her arms sassily and looking at Eijiro with a smirk. She popped one hand on her hip and held out the other, “You lost, pay up!”

Kirishima groaned, slapping a wad of money into her hand. “I didn’t think he’d have it in him!”

“I told you they’d be together by the end of the break! The way they’re totally in love? It was just a matter of time!” She smiled cheekily, tugging an arm up onto his shoulder and pulling him into the living room where Katsuki and Eijiro were already back to fighting in the video game.

THANK YOU FOR READING IT!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!! It’s my first work, so it may not be the best. If you want me to make more, pls leave suggestions! Thank youuu <3

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