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It was a busy night at the hospital, and the voices of nurses echoed through the halls as Kyoka finally woke from her long slumber. Denki was waiting outside her delivery room, sweat trickling down his worrisome face. All he could think about was the cry of the baby, or at least Kyoka's voice.

It had gone silent, the corridor swept clean from any nearby soul. It had been nearly two hours, continuously pacing before the door that lead to his wife and future baby. It was it. He'd charge through the doors, demanding for an explanation on why they had to make him wait for so long. That was it!

Surely enough, he found himself barging in, his gaze finding himself looking at amber eyes, paired with a yellow streak of lighting, staring at his own. The coos of the baby brough the nurse back in the room, as she hurried herself towards Denki. She yelled with a worried voice, a tint of anger included, but overall concerned for his behaviour.

"Sir, you were supposed to wait longer!"

"EHH?!?! How can I not when I've been waiting for hours! Isn't it time I see my own child?"

"I suppose, but please don't give Mrs Kaminari a big ruckus, she just woke up." The nurse left his side, trailing on her thoughts on how irresponsible he could be, but otherwise would be getting a good pay because of her help delivering a hero's baby. He could hear her yelp with glee

He arrived at her side, watching her lift the baby towards him. His soft yet smooth complection mesmerized Denki. How did he even make something so pure?

"Haha, hey honey..." Kyoka smiled weakly, in her arms a cradled baby.

"Kyoka!!! I'm so happy your alive!" He embraced her, though being fully aware she was still holding his baby in her arms.

"What? Of course I'm alive! I thought you would be dead because of the long wait.."

"You never seem to stop humouring me!"

The baby slightly snorted, giving a small grunt which made him give out a slight chuckle. He'd slowly position his hands to carry him, only Kyoka hesitated, but eventually gave in and handed him over. She made sure to loosen her grip on the baby's hands with her earphone jacks, letting him reach for his father instead.

"He's so..." Denki paused, his togue twisted trying to find the right words.

"So what? He is quite handsome himself as a baby!" Kyoka chimed, almost as if she had read his mind and helped him come up with a way to describe their baby.

"Y-yea! Hey handsome, I'm your father, and over there is your mother!" He pointed at Kyoka's direction, offering a cheeky smile before relaxing his gaze back at the child.

"And you are Raikou. Raikou of the Kaminaris! Welcome!"

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"Raikou!! Come help your father with the tools!!"

"Coming!!"

Little Raikou sped through the halls, and up the stairs, his little legs only taking him so far until he had to stop for a breather. He drifted inside his father's room, nearly slipping in the process, but grabbing the toolbox to hold Infront of him, offering one of them to his father.

"You're gonna help daddy with the tools, okay? Mama's busy making your favourite food!"

"Really? Is it Noodles again?"

"Yep!"
"Yay!!"
He yelped in excitement, lifting his arms in a small celebration his father could only describe as cute. He picked up a small wrench, enough for his father to pick up until Kyoka called from across the corridor.
"Not to disturb you, but dinner's nearly ready! You better be nearly done because I can hear you all the way here!"
"You betcha hon'! Be there in a sec!"
Raikou happily jumped in place, handing a screw to his father his as he did finally adjustments to the desk. It was paired with a wobbly chair that Denki tried, and nearly tilted all the way to his right. Would a few tweaks help? Sure, maybe that pink haired chick wouldn't be much of a fuss to help him on. Ah, maybe he should stick with hero work instead of furniture.
Denki rubbed Raikou's dark blue hair, and gazed on his small yellow lightning bolt, which reminded him of his own. Ah, remember those days when you were young?

His parents were loyal members of pro heroes, but undoubtedly Denki was strong. He'd place 20 on the podium when he was recognised, making him popular amongst the girls, even if he had a wife of his own. His son watched the whole thing live, but it was only top ten that were being awarded, so he was quite disappointed. Next week was when he would start kindergarden, and was ecstatic about it. Meeting kids of his own age, making friends, it was all he could ask for, except it didn't go exactly that.

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"Mommy, do I have to go by myself...?"
He'd stand behind his mother, peaking at the rest of the kids that were either playing with their friends or having chats with their teachers. Everyone seemed rather large to him, or was he just that short?
"Yes honey, you wanna try and make some friends?"
Her earphones directed Raikou to a few kids, each clinging to their parents like him.
"Cmon, don't be shy..."
She ruffled his navy-blue hair with a yellow bolt on the side of his bangs. She gestured him with a small smile, before pulling herself back to the car without making him notice while he stared at the other families. It was then a teacher had noticed him, and called his name, making him stand in place in utter confusion.
"Kaminari Raikou? Is that you?"
"M-mommy...."
He looked behind him, only to see that his mother wasn't there at all, but all that remained was an empty parking spot. His arms we left in place, almost like he was still attached to his mother's leg, as he would start getting red all over.
"Hi! You must be Kaminari 's kid! Welcome to kindergarden!"
"MOMMY!!!"
He crumbled onto his knees, wrapping himself up as tears left his now swelling red eyes.
"D-don't worry! Mommy will be back soon! Daddies at work, right?"
"Y-yea. But I want both of them now!! WAAHAAAA!"
By the loud pout Raikou yelled, all the kids around the building noticed him, and started to form a circle around him

"He's a Kaminari?"
"Daddy said Kaminari's are strong..."
"Who's he?"
"Woah! He's the child of a superhero!"

A rush of murmuring had enveloped him, making him panic as he rushed straight inside their class, shoving through the multiple kids to escape this nightmare only to be met with a couple more eyes staring at his direction. Great, more kids.
"Please stop staring children!"
Everyone faced their teacher, while Raikou gave a huge sigh of relief when she introduced herself, instead of letting him go first. His tears were dry now, but would probably come out again once the day was finished.
"Hello kids! My name is Miss Tanaka, please do not overwhelm your fellow peers. "
She was smiling? Seriously, how can people smile when everyone's looking at you?!
"Ah yes, now that you guys are mentioning, welcome Raikou! We are happy to have you in our class!"
Raikou was given a seat near the back, where he would most likely cry in his head then listen in class. He played with his earphones while most others stared at their teacher, while his table mates did not.

"Cool earphones!"

"How is your hair like that?"

"Do you like cats?"
Thanks, don't know, and yes. I like cats.

Kindergarden, was alright. It had been after because of all the staring and being overwhelmed that made him hate it.

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"Mommy!!"

He'd start to sob again. He reached for his mother's pants as he dug his face deep into it, is eyes a swollen red again.
"Haha... sorry honey... mommy had hero work and was really busy... I'm sorry!!"
She lifted him up, wrapping her arms around him in a small embrace. Denki had snuck behind them and gave them a big hug, surprising Kyoka, but Raikou didn't even react.

It was that every week he'd come home crying, presumably by all the stares he was given by other kids, though it was perfectly normal when you're the son of famous heroes. It was on one particular day that he was actually sad. More than sad, terrified because of a comment about him.
"Daddy... mommy... someone bullied m-me."
He spoke quietly, holding bags of tears with a small snort and sniff.
"What did they say?"
Denki placed his hands on his shoulder, trying to comfort the child.
"They said I can't be a hero like you said I would. They said that just because I'm your child doesn't mean I'm anything special..."
It was probably too much for Raikou to handle, especially when he was still young, though he could understand more because of what his parents and babysitters taught him, but was utterly destroyed when he said he couldn't be a hero, and even those kids had started to laugh at his face.

The comments became daily, and instead of the bright cheery responses he was given by the kids, he was bullied for 'flexing' that his parents were either heroes, or that he was boasting about his powers that he manifested recently. His Quirk allowed him to create thunderstorms, of any size or intensity, but when he was asked to showcase his Quirk to his class, he was given rude comments of him trying to show off to the girls, even though he was totally clueless about them.

His parents were given the idea to homeschool him, since he became overly anxious about even thinking of school or other kids. It had only been a few months since he dropped out of kindergarden, and was taught at home by specialists his parents hired for him. Denki and Kyoka personally taught him how to perfect his Quirk. Denki helped him direct the lighting his storm created, while Kyoka set an example of amplifying the noise created by the thunderstorm for Raikou to follow, using his own earphone Jacks.

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A/N:

Omg!!! I have been wishing to do this for such a long time! I am so happy to finally release this, as I have been working on his story for MONTHS!! I only made him like 3 months ago, he became my obsession, and now I can finally write his backstory!! I have a separate document where I write his story, and then I transfer it here. (I mostly work on this on my laptop, so it will take long to write since where I write it is on my phone ;-;)

I hope you liked this part!! And question of the day, who is your favourite mha couple???

- Polaroid