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“G’morning, Kyouka, are you ready for your own personal look at the daily life of top hero Chargebolt?”
Kaminari’s face is only visible from the nose up, although a plush comforter covers said nose. His bedraggled hair and unfocused eyes make it clear that this is the first thing he’s done this morning.
“As much as I’d love to spend the whole day in bed, that’d make a pretty boring video for you,” he pauses. “I mean I also have, like, patrol and other things to do today too. Which means I have to get out of bed now.”
The camera moves with Kaminari as he shuffles himself out of bed. His face moves to the center of the frame, and he manages to keep it there as he pushes himself up and out of bed. The camera shakes and falls with a thud, a larger thud quickly follows. A shaky hand is seen grabbing for the camera before being picked back up. Kaminari is now laying on the floor, blankets tangled up behind him. It’s painfully clear that he just fell out of bed.
“Well,” Kaminari grins at the camera. “Guess the day can only go up from here!”
“Shit, is it actually going now?” Kaminari’s face peers extremely close to the camera. “Oh good, it is. Sorry, Kyouka, totally didn’t realize it wasn’t filming. But uh, I’m dressed now!”
Kaminari continues to chat as he goes through his routine. “First I’m gonna head to –” the sound gets muffled, he’s clearly still talking, but is holding the camera too far away for the sound to be picked up. “ – which is so exciting, like I’ve never done a storytime for kids before!”
The background changes to Kaminari’s bathroom. The view stabilizes as Kaminari props the phone up on a shelf. He is at an odd angle, but it’s stable.
“I mean, I don’t actually know what books I’m reading,” he states as he brushes his hair. “But like, that seems like half the fun, y’know?” His head ducks down as he quickly cleans his teeth. He looks back up, grins, and shoots finger guns towards the camera. “Minty fresh, baby.”
The scene changes to Kaminari’s kitchen, the phone now propped up properly on the counter. “Fit check time!” Kaminari exclaims as he quickly backs up. “I’ve got my Chargebolt branded hoodie—gotta show off to the kids—which is accessorized with those bead bracelets we all made together last year, these super cool ripped jeans that I thrifted, some platform Converse in my favorite color, and the best part,” Kaminari hikes up his leg and lifts his pants up, “Officially branded Earphone Jack socks! I wore them just for you.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kaminari is seen in another extremely close up and extremely flattering angle. He sounds more out of breath than a pro hero should be. “Oh fuck I almost missed the train.”
The camera now faces a small elementary school. “Despite the world—my eyeliner—being against me this morning, I still made it, Kyouka. You should be so insanely proud of me,” Kaminari’s voice is heard from behind the camera.
It flips back around to show Kaminari. “I’m so excited, like I know I keep saying that but that’s because I just am so excited. I can’t wait to show you!”
A very sheepish Kaminari fills the screen, one hand rubs the back of his neck as the other holds the camera.
“So like, and please don’t laugh too hard, I definitely forgot that filming random kids inside a school is heavily frowned upon. Like, may actually be illegal. You’re just gonna have to believe me when I say that these kids absolutely loved me.”
Kaminari continues to chat as he heads to his next destination. “Today’s also a great day ‘cause I get to have lunch with the amazing Pro Hero Red Riot, his agency is super close to this school!”
“Kids books are also so funny, like I was trying so hard not to laugh so that the students could actually understand what I was saying! They don’t even say a lot, like I bet it wouldn’t be too hard to write one.”
The phone shakes a bit as Kaminari comes to a complete stop. “Kyouka, holy shit. I should write a picture book.”
The biggest and greasiest burger Japan has to offer fills the camera. It then pans up to showcase Kirishima Eijirou himself, sporting a grin somehow even bigger than the previously mentioned burger.
“Hi, Kyouka!” He waves.
The camera pans back down to the burgers in front of the two heroes. Kaminari’s voice is heard from behind the camera. “Kyouka, look there’s American food but it’s here in Japan and with some of your favorite people.”
The scene whips around to a close up of Kaminari’s face. “Come back, Kyouka, the burgers miss you.”
“Wait what happened, why isn’t this focusing?” A yellow blob is seen, with a red blob coming in behind it.
“Dude, I think you touched it with your greasy french fry hands,” the red blob says.
“Aw, fuck, I think you’re right. Lemme fix that,” replies the yellow blob.
Kirishima is once again seen clearly, his burger almost completely gone. “You’ve got a team-up patrol today with Katsuki, right?”
“Yup!” Kaminari replies. He grabs the camera and sets it up on the side of the table, making both of them visible. “I’m actually so excited.”
Kirishima snorts. “For real?”
Kaminari leans forward with a grin. “I’m gonna have the best post-patrol bath, because holy fuck Katsuki is gonna work me so hard my muscles are gonna be so sore by the end of patrol.”
“Well, if you need any advice with having sore muscles due to Katsuki—”
“Eijirou shut the fuck up!”
The camera zooms in extremely close on a very blurry Bakugou. He’s looking down at his phone, using his pointer finger to scroll through something. It’s unclear what he’s looking at from the angle shown.
Kaminari’s voice comes through the camera in a whisper. “I’m trying to see how many shots of him I can get today without him noticing.”
The shot quickly changes to a video of Bakugou wiping off his gauntlets. In rapid succession it shows him ordering a coffee, tripping over the sidewalk, blowing up a wall, punching someone, an extremely shaky video zooming in on a cat, and a final shot of Bakugou scratching his butt. Kaminari’s laugh is audibly heard, causing Bakugou to whip around and notice the filming.
“Sparky, what the hell are you doing?” Bakugou stomps over to his friend.
“Say hi to Kyouka!” Kaminari says loudly, a hint of fear evident in his tone.
Bakugou peers into the camera. “Kyouka, you better come back soon, I need competent people to patrol with again.”
“HEY!”
Kaminari’s face takes up the camera once more, this time covered in surface level cuts and dried blood. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion.
“Oh my god, villains go so much harder on you when you’ve got Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight himself next to you. Are they just used to him fighting with Eijirou? Do they think we can all harden ourselves?”
“I want hot chocolate tonight.” He lets out a very impressive sigh. “I don’t have any though.”
He stares off past the camera. “Hanta does.”
“Little known secret,” Kaminari explains to the open cabinet. “Hanta keeps a homemade hot chocolate mix hidden behind his tea.” His arm reaches out and rustles through the contents.
The sound of footsteps gets louder. “Denki, what are you doing? You know you’re allowed to just take my hot chocolate, right? You don’t have to sneak in?”
Kaminari and the camera both turn to greet Sero. “Okay, so like, that’s not fun.”
Sero levels Kaminari a disappointed look. “You know what else isn’t fun? You getting dirt and dried blood all over my kitchen.”
Kaminari sits on the covered toilet seat in the bathroom. Sero’s hand pops in with a wash cloth, cleaning the grime off his face. The camera zooms in on Kaminari’s big, shit-eating grin. “He loveeeeeeees me.” He coughs a bit as Sero flicks water onto his face.
“Hey dude, watch it!”
They both suddenly pause and look off to the side. There’s a creaking as the front door opens. Ashido’s voice rings out clearly from the kitchen.
“Hantaaaa you’re not out of your hot chocolate, are you?”
The camera cuts to a shot of the coffee table in Sero’s living room. There are three used mugs scattered across it, each with hot chocolate rings in various spots. A half empty bag of chips lays with the open side facing the camera.
It flips around and Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido are shown to be in a very impressive cuddle pile. A big, fluffy blanket hides the tangle of limbs that bind the three of them together. Kaminari pulls the camera closer to his face, his hair all ruffled as Ashido absentmindedly runs her fingers through it.
“Kyouka, I miss cuddling with you after patrol, so don’t grow too attached to America, okay? I miss you and I love you!” He squishes his face into a grin, blows a kiss, and ends the video.