MHA Holdiay series

The crisp February air nipped at Kaminari's cheeks, painting them a rosy blush that mirrored the Valentine's Day decorations adorning the campus common room. He bounced on the balls of his feet, a grin practically splitting his face, as he watched Jiro meticulously arrange a small bouquet of deep purple tulips in a clear glass vase. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, her tongue peeking out from the corner of her mouth – a detail Kaminari found utterly endearing.

"They look perfect, Ji!" he chirped, finally unable to contain his bubbling excitement.

Jiro jumped slightly, a faint blush dusting her own cheeks as she straightened. "Don't sneak up on me like that, Dunce Face. And they're just tulips. Nothing special."

But the slight upward curve of her lips betrayed her words. Kaminari knew better. He'd spent the morning scouring the campus flower shop for the perfect shade of purple, knowing how much she loved it. He sat down beside her on the plush sofa, the close proximity sending a pleasant jolt through him, like a low hum of electricity.

The day unfolded in a symphony of quiet joy. They shared a ridiculously oversized box of chocolates, mostly caramel for Jiro and anything that tasted like electricity for Kaminari. They walked hand-in-hand through the campus gardens, the bare branches of the trees adorned with paper hearts and ribbons. They even spent a couple of hours in the library, Jiro quietly studying while Kaminari drew ridiculous doodles of her with tiny lightning bolts for earrings in the margins of his textbooks. Everything was easy, comfortable, and saturated with a quiet, unspoken affection.

As dusk began to paint the sky in hues of orange and purple, Kaminari's excitement reached a fever pitch. He'd spent weeks secretly planning something special, something that he hoped would make this Valentine's Day unforgettable for Jiro.

"Hey, Ji," he said, his voice a bit softer than usual, "wanna… um… come check out the old football field with me? I think there's a really cool view of the stars tonight."

Jiro raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her dark eyes. "The football field? Really, Kaminari? Sounds riveting."

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just trust me. Please?"

She smiled, a genuine, soft smile that always melted his heart. "Okay, Dunce Face. But if I get cold, you're carrying me back."

Hand in hand, they made their way to the deserted field. Kaminari led her to the center, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He glanced at her, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, and couldn't help but feel a surge of affection so powerful it felt like he was going to burst.

"Alright," he announced, his voice tight with barely contained glee. He pulled a small remote from his pocket. "Ready?"

He pressed the button.

Suddenly, the air around them shimmered. Tiny, bright lights, attached to wires he'd painstakingly strung up earlier that afternoon, flickered to life. They danced and swirled, painting intricate patterns against the dark canvas of the night sky. Sparks of gold, silver, and electric blue pulsed in a silent symphony of light, mirroring the energy Kaminari felt for Jiro. He hadn't been able to resist adding a few lightning bolt shaped ones just for her.

Jiro gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at the impromptu light show. "Kaminari… this is… amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

He beamed, feeling his cheeks flush with pride and happiness. "I'm glad you like it!"

They stood there for what felt like hours, lost in the magic of the moment, the only sounds the gentle whisper of the wind and the occasional soft sigh from Jiro as she admired the light display. Kaminari felt like he could stay there forever, content to just bask in her presence.

Then, a low, weary sigh echoed from the edge of the field. Both jumped, turning to see Aizawa standing there, his scarf draped loosely around his shoulders, his eyes narrowed in a familiar, unimpressed gaze.

"Problem Child," he began, his voice low and gravelly, "what did I say about using your quirk outside of training?"

Kaminari winced, his hand instinctively moving to his neck, as if trying to hide the embarrassing flush rising up his face. "Uh, sorry, Sensei. It was just... a little Valentine's Day surprise."

Aizawa didn't say anything for a long moment, his dark eyes scrutinizing the scene. He took in the scattering of lights, the two students standing side-by-side, their hands still touching. Then, a slow, almost imperceptible, smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"Just… be quiet," he said, finally, "and clean it up later. Enjoy your evening."

And with that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Kaminari and Jiro standing in the center of their own private, sparkling universe. Kaminari looked at Jiro, his heart swelling with an emotion that felt like more than just affection. It was something deeper, something real.

Jiro, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, leaned her head against his shoulder. "This was… the best Valentine's Day ever, Kaminari," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Kaminari wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, the warmth of her body seeping into his own. He looked up at the dancing lights, then down at Jiro, his love for her feeling as bright and vibrant as the electric display shimmering around them. He smiled, a genuine, happy smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of their story, filled with static hearts and sparkling skies.