My Hero Academia: Thunder God

"Hey, Kyoka!" Tetsutetsu raised his hand and greeted loudly.

"Long time no see, Kyoka!"

Kaminari took two quick steps forward, smiling warmly. "How was your workplace experience?"

"It was great! I had such a fulfilling week. I got to see pro heroes working up close, and I even helped during an arrest! Although… I didn't actually participate in the fight."

Kyoka, usually more reserved, seemed extra energetic today—maybe it was because she was reunited with Kaminari and Tetsutetsu, or perhaps she just wanted to share her experiences.

"Wow, look at you, girl!" Kaminari exclaimed, giving her a big thumbs up. But before he could say more, Kyoka's expression soured.

"I told you not to call me 'girl' like that!"

"Hehe, okay, okay…" Kaminari scratched the tip of his nose awkwardly. He hesitated for a second, then relented.

To be honest, he wasn't sure why Kyoka disliked being called that. Could it be she was in some sort of rebellious phase?

After some thought, Kaminari shrugged and added, "Fine, fine, I won't call you 'girl' anymore. Happy now?"

"Good."

Although she thought Kaminari's expression was a bit odd, Kyoka nodded in satisfaction. Internally, though, she muttered to herself, I need to break him of that habit before it sticks.

Girls mature faster than boys, after all. Unfortunately for Kyoka, Kaminari's mental age was far ahead of hers, and he couldn't help but find her overthinking amusing.

Still, he thought, a fifteen-year-old girl was basically still a kid. Better to leave that conversation for another time.

"Kyoka, guess what! The new battle suit Kaminari designed for me is finally done! You'll get to see it this afternoon!"

Tetsutetsu, unable to hold back his excitement, began enthusiastically describing every detail of his new battle suit, the design, the functionality, and even the backstory behind it.

From the school gate to the classroom, Tetsutetsu kept talking, his excitement palpable. Thankfully, there weren't many people around this early in the morning, so he didn't draw too much attention.

"By the way, Kyoka, how come you're here so early?" Kaminari asked as they arrived in Class 1-A's homeroom. He hung his bag on the hook beside his desk, then glanced at her curiously. "Your house isn't exactly close by, right? You usually get here about an hour later."

"Uh… well…"

Kyoka hesitated, suddenly a bit flustered. The truth was, she'd stayed up all night playing her bass, running through every single one of Kaminari's songs over and over again. But she wasn't about to admit that.

"Didn't I just want to see you guys earlier?" she muttered, her cheeks slightly pink.

"Oh, by the way, Kaminari, what's up with those photos online?"

As if she'd just remembered something important, Kyoka's tone shifted. Last night, before going to bed, she'd checked her phone as usual, scrolling through social media and, of course, Kaminari's account.

That's when she stumbled upon the trending news: "Hero Course Student and Rising Star Kaminari Denki Arrested by Police!"

She'd been worried sick ever since. In fact, the real reason she'd come so early was that she hadn't been able to sleep at all.

Her sudden question caused Tetsutetsu to fall silent, glancing nervously at Kaminari.

"What's wrong, Tetsutetsu? Do you know something?" Kyoka asked sharply. Her instincts were sharp, and she immediately picked up on Tetsutetsu's hesitation. She turned to Kaminari, her expression clearly saying, You'd better explain this.

"Alright, alright," Kaminari said with a small laugh, scratching the back of his head. "There's no need to get worked up."

Truth be told, he had hesitated for a moment. But he knew that if he didn't explain, Kyoka would only be more upset. And the last thing he wanted was to let her down.

With a calm tone, Kaminari began recounting the events of the past day.

Tetsutetsu, who had been nervously watching the exchange, let out a small sigh of relief. He'd almost spilled the beans earlier, but he was glad Kaminari had decided to handle it himself.

Tetsutetsu had good instincts when it came to moments like this. While he and Kaminari were close, he knew better than to speak for someone else, especially when it came to something this serious.

After about two minutes, Kaminari finished his explanation.

"Oh My God…" Kyoka muttered, the English slipping out instinctively. She rarely spoke English, but it perfectly captured her shock at the moment.

She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but no words came out.

"Hey, it's fine," Kaminari said with a reassuring smile. "Didn't you just say yourself? My dad's got everything under control. And as for me… don't you think they're the ones who should be worried?"

His confident grin and exaggerated tone seemed to snap Kyoka out of her daze.

"That's true…" she murmured, her worry easing as she remembered Kaminari's strength. After all, this was the same guy who needed All Might to intervene to stop him during a previous fight.

"By the way, let's not mention this to anyone else when they get here," Kaminari added. "If they ask, I'll just brush it off."

Kyoka nodded, understanding his reasoning. There was no need for everyone to know.

"What about Momo?" Tetsutetsu asked. "She's part of the band too, right?"

"She already knows. In fact, she probably knows more about the situation than I do," Kaminari replied, glancing out the window at the morning light.

"Right…" Tetsutetsu and Kyoka exchanged a look, both realizing how deeply connected Momo's family was. As the heiress of the Yaoyorozu family, she probably had access to information they could only dream of.

"Speaking of battle suits," Kaminari said, changing the subject as he returned to his seat, "I have an idea for yours, Kyoka. Something that could improve your mobility and combat effectiveness. Want to hear it?"

"You've got another idea?" Tetsutetsu exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. He turned to Kyoka, adding enthusiastically, "Let me tell you, Kyoka, Kaminari's a genius when it comes to designing battle suits!"

"This is something even 'Dr. Tenma ' acknowledged!"

"Dr. Tenma?" Kyoka tilted her head in confusion, the headphone jacks dangling from her earlobes swaying slightly with the movement.

"No clue who that is," she admitted. As someone deeply immersed in the music world, she didn't pay much attention to the scientific community.

"Anyway," Kaminari interrupted with a small wave, "we're here early, so let's talk about it now while it's quiet."

"Sure!" Kyoka agreed readily, though she wasn't particularly concerned about her battle suit. What mattered to her was that Kaminari cared enough to think about it.

No matter what he says, I'll act super excited and agree with it, she resolved to herself.

This simple thought filled her heart with warmth. She'd already decided, whether the idea fit her or not, she'd spend the money to have it made and wear it with pride.

"Okay, here's the idea." Kaminari leaned forward, a serious expression settling on his face.

"Didn't you mention that when you plug your headphone jack into a speaker, you can control the volume of the heartbeat sound?"

As he began explaining, Kyoka couldn't help but notice how focused he looked. For all his goofiness, Kaminari had a certain charisma when he got serious—confident, driven, and, in his own way, undeniably cool.

"My idea is this…"