Denki would never tell anyone, but he felt... hоrrible. It didn't feel like any of his clаssmates actually liked him and were just using him because his quirk was convienent.

He never acted like he cared that the majority of conversations he had were about him charging phones, or about how stupid he was.

He wasn't even stupid! His grades were fine. He just wasn't the top student...

And he could do more than keep electronics alive, but no one saw that. No one liked him, except Midoriya, maybe, but he didn't count!

He was on his bed, crying, when there was a knock on his door. He didn't want to talk to anyone- they'd probably just ask him to charge their phone, anyway.

"What-" he asked, trying to sound as normal as possible, his voice still cracked, though. He picked up a charger pack from his nighstand.

It had always been there, just in case someone wanted it instead of his quirk.

He opened the door just slightly, not enough so you could see his tears, and forcefully shoved it into your hand.

He tried to calm down, taking deep breaths, like his teachers always told him to do. It didn't help much, but he sounded a little bit better, he thought to himself.

"Leave me alone, I have a headache," he lied. He didn't care how rude he sounded, everyone was rude to him! Whoever you were, you deserved his attitude.

He closed the door and sat down, leaning against it with his knees hugged to his chest. He held his breath until he heard footsteps leaving, but he never heard the sound.

In fact, the door opened slightly, not much since Denki's body was blocking it. He saw the charging pack fall on the floor, near his leg.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to say anything or to look up and see the identity of whoever you were. He wanted to be alone.