Denki and Jiro

The first period of school had ended and now the class was in the changing room, getting ready for a practical hero course class.

Mineta was still in shock over the events of the previous lesson but wasn’t ready to jump to any conclusions yet. Far less, conclusions like he had caused a massive, universal change to reality with a magical book. Because that would be INSANE, he assured himself.

He must be dreaming or something. Maybe it was a prank or maybe sheer coincidence. Maybe Mineta was reading too much into it, as he always did. He was just a pervert, after all. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that his mind could run away with him at times, when it came to fantasy and girls.

Yeah, Momo had just been caught off guard and he mistook that for bashfulness.

Mina was just in a good mood and let it go when she caught him.

Tsuyu was just messing around with a pencil, without realising what it looked like.

Ochako was just... trying out a new style or something.

Mineta didn’t know, but it assuredly wasn’t a magical book that caused it. He was just being an idiot.

Realising that he had missed a girl in his recount, he remembered Kyoka Jiro. She seemed to be the most normal of the five girls. (excluding Hagakure, of course, because he couldn’t see her, since she sat at the front of the class). Jiro had just been talking with Kaminari. He recalled noting their affectionate behaviour at the time, which, while perfectly normal in comparison, had struck Mineta as noteworthy.

Maybe he should ask Kaminari about it.

By now, the boys had disrobed and were taking their time talking amongst themselves. Mineta sidled up to Kaminari.

“So, Kaminari. What was up with you and Jiro in class earlier?”

“Oh, you know the usual stuff. Work and music and stuff. And, don’t worry, I didn’t forget to stare at her tits and her butt and talk about how sexy I thought she looks.”

“Oh, good... Wait, what was that last part?”

Mineta’s took a heavy gulp as his mouth felt suddenly dry.

“Yeah, man. You were absolutely right about her.”

“I-I was..?”

“Yeah, she’s so much happier and more confident now, since I took your advice and started being a proper pervert, like you told me.”

Mineta tried to hold his face together and come across as normal as possible but what escaped his mouth was a strangled “HUuhH?”

Kaminari looked down at the little pervert, confused, but elaborated a little more:

-FLASHBACK, AGAIN-

Walking through the dorms and into the shared living space, Jiro’s quirk could make out the sound of two people. She couldn’t place exactly where at first and took no real heed of it until she could barely make out her name being mentioned. Halting, Jiro made to listen closer, placing one of her jacks against the wall and listening in with far better clarity.

“I just don’t get it, Mineta. Sometimes I think Jiro and I really hit it off but she always seems to get upset around me for one thing or another. Even minor things. C’mon, man. You’re popular with the ladies; what am I doing wrong?”

That was Denki. He was talking to Mineta about her.

She was almost tempted to stop listening right then and there. She didn’t want to listen to them bad mouthing her behind her back. Certainly not Mineta.

Throughout their time at UA, it was obvious to see what Mineta was: a pervert. A suave, confident, wonderful pervert. She was aware of Momo’s crush for him and Jiro lied when she denied she was also smitten from time to time. However, she had never entertained the idea of someone so perverted ever going for a girl as plain and unappealing as her. So, she had stifled any romantic feelings that she may have had for him day one.

It felt horrible. She felt resentful of how openly flirtatious he’d be with all the other girls and leave her out every time. It’s what motivated her to insist the peephole in the changing rooms was filled, despite the other girl’s complaints that it was fine and 'just a bit of harmless fun'. She hated to admit it, but she was envious and it made her bitter toward Mineta, the other girls and even her own body.

Denki was alright, though.

He and Mineta had seemingly hit it off, considering he was one of the only boys in class that didn’t give him shit for his pervy behaviour. He seemed open-minded enough to listen to Mineta but Denki could never match the grape boy’s levels of perverseness.

“Well, have you actually expressed your feelings to her?” Mineta inquired.

“Kinda,” Denki offered back.

“Kinda?”

“Well, I mean. I always tell her how good she is at music and stuff, or how hero work is going. Things go great for a few minutes and then she gets upset.”

“Did you look at her tits?”

“wh-Wha! I... no,” Denki stammered.

Jiro felt a frown appear on her face.

Thinking back, Jiro could always feel Denki kept his gaze away from her body. He never made a comment on her looks, either. No matter what they spoke about, Jiro always got upset that he showed little interest in her at all.

Mineta spoke again:

“Thought so. Kaminari, forget what the other guys tell you. Chicks don’t want to be appreciated for being cool or doing cool things. It’s not bad to do that but that’s not how you let a girl know you like them. It doesn’t matter what girl you’re talking about; they all want to be admired for their bodies. You’ve got to show her that you find her hot.”

Jiro couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

T-that wasn’t true, she silently simmered. The blush on her face wouldn’t have fooled anyone, however.

“Well, of course I think she’s hot,” Denki told back to Mineta, sounding flustered and agitated.

What? Jiro thought, knocking her out of her depressed funk for a moment.

She hadn’t expected Denki would say that. Her body was nothing to write home about, especially when compared to the other girls. Even Hagakure looked more attractive than her and she was invisible.

Listening on, she could hear Mineta prompting him to continue and Denki started talking again.

“Well, yeah. I always found her hot.”

“Even without certain assets?” Mineta prompted, electing a shameful huff from the spying girl.

“Especially,” Denki replied, surprising Jiro, as she listened closer.

“I mean all the girls in class look good and everything, but I love Jiro’s body just as much as everything else about her. It’s not like you need to be a boob man or an ass man to find a girl good-looking. I think her body’s my exact type, but she clearly feels uncomfortable about her appearance, so I don’t really mention it to her.”

Awkwardly leaning her head into the wall and staring to where she assumed Denki to be, Jiro sat moved by what she heard.

Apparently, Denki actually did find her body alluring. Not only that, but supposedly liked her body the most out of all the girls in 1-A. Jiro thought that was crazy; her body was nothing special. No body had ever perved on her or complimented her figure or woof-whistled at her as she walked down the street. To be reminded every day that she was so unwanted made her miserable. Jiro had long since understood that her body held no appeal at all and would go to great lengths to cover it up, which translated into her hero costume as well, making her stand out between the skin-tight spandex and extremely revealing costumes that the other girls wore. Why try and show what she hasn’t got? Why try and fail to get the attention of perverts when she knew it would never happen?

Denki, for all his strengths, could not see that she wanted to be ogled, like any other girl.

She heard Mineta making a buzzer noise, implying ‘wrong answer.’

Mineta spoke again:

“Wrong. You should have told her all this from the start. That would have made her feel wanted. She probably feels bad about herself because you refused to give her body any attention.”

Mineta understood, Jiro thought, as she slowly slumped down the wall toward the floor, holding herself as a means of self-comfort.

“Aw man, have I been acting rude this whole time? I just didn’t want to upset her. ARGH!” Denki was working himself up, eliciting a small smile from the eavesdropping girl.

It was nice to know that Denki was just being his typical idiot self, rather than actually being mean about her body, which Jiro had been more likely to assume.

“I’ve got to make it right with her,” she heard Denki say, determination on his voice.

“Go. Let her know she’s the queen of your fantasies,” Mineta ushered him away, confident that his mentoring will be put to good use.

Retracting her ear jack from the wall and standing back up, Jiro took that as her cue to get out of there. She didn’t want them to think she had been listening in. So, she hastily made her way back to her dorm.

She hadn’t been there for a quarter minute before she heard a soft but frantic series of knocks on her door.

“J-jiro. Are you in? I want to talk to you.”

Jiro felt her chest tighten, as nerves set in.

Despite all she’s heard, she still can’t escape the idea that she was still unlovely and plain. She still couldn’t escape the horrifying worry that this wasn’t real or that Denki didn’t mean what he said. However, she approached the door, trying to vain an ignorant look and steeled herself for what was to come.

She had never known what it was like to actually be perved on. She had no idea what to expect. Some scenes in some cheesy romantic films came to mind.

Once she opened the door, she was met with the... not so romantic sight of Denki Kaminari with full tears on his face.

“Kaminari?”

“Jiro,” Denki said, wiping away the tear streaks and looking back with a harder but just as passionate face, “I’m so sorry.”

Before Jiro could say anything, Denki held her shoulders, which usually made her feel uncomfortable but caused her to blush now.

“I’m sorry I never told you how much I love your body. I was such an idiot to not see how much that bothered you.”

Despite hearing their conversation prior, Jiro still felt... a whole lot of something, right now.

Denki wasn’t finished however:

“You’re beautiful, Jiro. You’re exactly my type. I love your small boobs way more than Yao Momo’s. Personally, I think big boobs are overrated. I still want to grab yours whenever I see ‘em.”

Jiro hadn’t prepared herself enough for this. That one proclamation had been enough to drive her loopy, as blood rushed to her face.

Denki was only getting started, too:

“Tsuyu and Ochako’s curves aren’t anything compared to your cute figure. I like yours way more.

“Mina and Hagakure may be spunky and up-beat, but I think your diffident behaviour is far cuter.”

“Also,” Denki drew closer to Jiro to whisper into her ear (which wasn’t entirely necessary, but Jiro allowed it), and said, “I especially like how modest your hero costume is compared to the other girls, because I like the challenge it brings when I try to undress you with my eyes.”

And that was it. Classic Denki Kaminari, throwing in a joke to break the ice.

Jiro guffawed herself out of her internal hysteria and finally reacted to Denki’s passionate and perverse proclamation.

Slowly, she leaned her head into his chest, giving out a soft mix of giggles and sobs, as all of her emotions were set loose.

Denki reciprocated, by wrapping his head onto the top of hers and clutching her back. She returned this by hugging into him, while letting out pitying weeps.

She had never ever been complemented on her body like that before. Despite listening in prior, it had been nothing compared to being face-to-face like this. All this time, she thought that she wasn’t good enough to ever catch eyes. Years of self-loathing, envy and resentment were being brought up to the surface to be expelled through her tears.

“Y-you’re the worst,” Jiro choked out, clutching onto him for dear life, as he rubbed her back.

“You’re probably right, there.”

She rose from Denki’s chest, she began wiping her face, even though the tears weren’t stopping any time soon.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m the sorry one here. I’m just glad I could get that off my chest... and finally get my eyes onto yours.”

Jiro, for the first time ever, relished in the lingering gaze of a boy on her chest as she coyly looked off to the side, blushing sweetly.

“O-okay, I get it. You don’t need to g-go on,” she said with a smile, feeling more refreshed than she had in years.

“Um. There’s still time in the day left. Do you want to, maybe, walk around the campus for a bit?”

Normally, the idea of going out was not an appealing idea to Jiro. Especially when, to most girls, a ‘walk’ was more of an excuse to get stares and whistles; Jiro hated going out, usually, since she never got any of that, which she always hated.

Now, however, she felt comfortable enough to go for a short walk with Denki.

So what, if nobody else looked at her; Denki thought she looked hot.

She nodded, meekly, wiping away one last tear, and headed out.

As they made their way out to campus, Jiro made a mental note to thank Mineta very thoroughly for this. He was such an amazing little man, Jiro thought. She could understand why Momo crushed on him so hard.