I may not read very much these days, but I know a little appreciation can go a long way. So here is a modest list of fic recs by some lovely people that are def worth checking out.
Cold Mornings, Warm Bodies by @zerounitrgb (E) - DabiHawks
This fic is just the most delectable combination of fluff and smut. Not to mention the switching? Glorious. It’s pretty much everything I could ask for with this pairing wrapped into one lovely fic <3
Hello, Neighbor by Alphapisces0301 (E) - DabiHawks
This is still one of my absolute fav DbHk fics. The walls are thin and Dabi has to listen to his poor neighbor have subpar sex then start to stress clean at all hours of the day oof. Poor guy. If only there was something he could do to help hmm.
worst-kept secret by kamidenks (sugasets) (T) - KiriKami
Oh this is everything my fluff-powered soul could ask for. It’s so sweet and the boys are so cute with their pokepals. There’s just enough pining to be adorable but also make you want to bonk them on the head with a newspaper and tell them to kiss.
Triplet by limesicle (T) - TodoBakuDeku
One of the very first TdBkDk fics ever posted on ao3. An oldie yet goody. I still think about it from time to time. Did I mention it’s a soulmate au o.o
I sincerely hope all these authors are having a lovely day <3
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: worst-kept secret
Pairing: Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou
Word Count: 1831 words
Rating: T
Summary: Eijirou’s Pokémon, filled with Eijirou’s love by proxy and an inability to understand the need for human subtlety, keep exposing Eijirou’s crush on Denki.
Or—
Pokémon AU where a widely accepted research finding states that Pokémon inherit their trainer’s emotions. Eijirou suffers.
Title: Paper Cranes
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Kaminari Denki
Word Count: 1503 words
Rating: T
Summary: Denki’s latest love is origami. (Eijirou’s is Denki.)
AO3 link here!
Denki is a natural at almost every hobby he picks up. That much is fact.
Eijirou knows this very well, as he is fortunate enough to be present whenever his best friend tries something for the first time. Sometimes the experience is fairly distressing, like when Denki nyoomed by on his new inline skates and accidentally knocked Eijirou’s ice cream cone—R.I.P. Riot Rocky Road—but for the most part Eijirou finds himself so awed.
(He recalls the day Denki had successfully played a full song on his new guitar—more specifically, he remembers the slow, giddy smile that had bloomed on his best friend’s face as he strummed the final notes. Eijirou hasn’t told Denki, but he keeps the memory of that smile with him.)
As such, Eijirou is sprawled out on Denki’s floor when Denki gifts him the white, origami crane he had just finished.
“For you,” Denki grins.
Eijirou immediately puts his phone down as he sits up. “Dude, this is so good,” he marvels, running his fingers over the sharp, sure folds and admiring the perfect symmetry. “Have you been hiding some kind of black belt in origami all these years?” he jokes.
“What are you even talking about,” Denki laughs, though he obviously preens at the praise. “This isn’t even that good, man.”
“Sure, Mr. Black Belt,” Eijirou rolls his eyes, earning himself a light slap on the bicep. He just can’t help but tease, reveling in the pink blush on Denki’s face, the small and bashful smile.
(Eijirou keeps this smile with him, too.)
When Eijirou returns to his own room, he rests the crane on his palm, mindful of all manner of speed bumps and his own clumsy, stumpy fingers. (Kouda had given him a curious look as they passed each other in the hallway, likely wondering why Eijirou was moving at a snail’s pace while laser-focused on the tiny paper folding on his hand.)
After arriving at his destination, Eijirou breathes a sigh of relief as he safely sets his present on his nightstand. The crane is a pretty sight against the rugged backdrop of his room, kind of like Denki when he naps on Eijirou’s bed some weekends.
Eijirou adores it (him).
He continues to adore every paper crane after that, one a day for two weeks. Every day, before Mr. Aizawa files in, Denki turns in his seat to deposit one on his desk. Denki is pretty creative with material—notebook paper with Denki’s math notes scrawled, a paper towel from the boys’ bathroom that Jirou had suspiciously glanced at—but his folds are the precise same every time.
Eijirou’s little flock grows on his nightstand. He’s had to move some hand dumbbells to the floor to make room, but he definitely doesn’t mind.
Eijirou doesn’t mind his growing feelings remaining unrequited, either.
He doesn’t think he’ll ever confess them, honestly. It’s just way too much to risk. He and Denki are already so comfortably affectionate—Hagakure even referred to them as “the class married couple” the other day—and Eijirou is afraid of losing that in a snap. If he doesn’t want to destroy their current friendship, then Eijirou has to be content with letting their relationship stay the way it is. If he lets their relationship stay the way it is, he’ll never scare Denki away.
He doesn’t realize how much he’s come to depend on the status quo until one day, Denki doesn’t leave a paper crane on his desk.
“Why are you moping, dude,” Hanta inquires, poking him in the arm. Eijirou sighs. Across the cafeteria, Denki is bothering Todoroki into putting ice cubes in his soda, instead of sitting next to Eijirou like he always does. He hasn’t talked to Eijirou all morning, either, and when the lunch bell rang Denki had buzzed away before Eijirou could call for him. Denki’s perpetually turned back seems so, so cold.
“I think Denki finally got tired of me,” Eijirou sulks, resting his chin on the hard surface of the lunch table. He wonders if it’s because he always takes without giving. Two weeks of carefully crafted paper cranes and what does he return with? A grin and a thank you? No wonder Denki doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
“Ei, don’t be dumb,” Mina laughs, bringing Eijirou back to the present.
“Hey,” Eijirou whines.
“As if the walking generator can ever get tired of you,” Bakugou pipes up, barely even looking up from his soup. “You and the electric fucker have been making goo goo eyes at each other for literally months. It’s annoying.”
Eijirou flushes. “We’re just friends!”
“Your ‘just friends’ is annoying,” Bakugou shoots back, and Eijirou wilts further. He sees Mina nudge Bakugou in reprimand, but really, he’s right—despite how harshly it’s phrased, it’s kind of true. Because, if he were being honest with himself, Eijirou does mind being just friends. It’s getting harder and harder to pretend that every smile and touch doesn’t make him want to kiss Denki, and hold him every day, and keep him close forever.
Bakugou begrudgingly claps a hand on his shoulder, as if apologetic. Sero pops into Eijirou’s view, still chewing on his sandwich. “Dude,” he says. “Just take the leap.”
After the final bell, Eijirou catches Denki’s wrist just as the latter rises from his desk. He only vaguely registers Mina’s thumbs-up from the corner of his eye, too busy locking gazes with Denki. Mercifully, the rest of the class leaves them alone, already filing out to head back to the dorms.
“I’m sorry,” Eijirou blurts.
“For what?” Denki asks.
“I—I know I’ve been selfish lately, and that’s why you’re avoiding me, but—please let me say this once!” Eijirou pleads, still holding onto Denki’s warm wrist. He screws his eyes tight and takes a deep breath, preparing to profess—
“Ei,” Denki cuts in with a bemused tilt of the head. He reaches out to lightly touch Eijirou’s elbow in a gesture of comfort. “I’m not avoiding you.”
Eijirou’s eyes fly open. “You—you’re not?”
Denki grins sheepishly. “Did it come off that way? I’m sorry, man,” he apologizes. “I just needed time to prepare something special for you,” he continues, motioning towards his desk. It is only then that Eijirou notices the perfect, pink crane sitting daintily in the corner. He notes the extra delicate appearance; it seems Denki had finally decided to use actual origami paper. “You caught me just as I was about to give it to you,” Denki chuckles.
“Oh, bro,” Eijirou whispers, a tear squeezing out in relief. Somehow he forgets all his apologies, the confession at the tip of his tongue—he can only feel grateful that Denki is smiling at him again. Denki plucks the crane and drops it into Eijirou’s waiting hands. “I love it so much,” Eijirou gushes.
“Open it,” Denki urges.
Eijirou hesitates at that.
“Come on, dude.”
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna ruin it,” Eijirou pinkens, still cradling the crane in his open palm. “You made it, after all.”
Eijirou is. A little—a lot—fogged up. He’s about to convince himself that he is dreaming when Denki steps into his space, and suddenly everything gains a startling clarity.
He looks up on instinct.
(And, god—curse their height difference, tiny enough to pass as unnoticeable, but still enough to force Denki to gaze at him through his long, thick eyelashes.)
“Hi,” Denki smiles. He appears so much calmer than Eijirou, but Eijirou is dimly aware of the other’s hands shaking.
“Hi,” Eijirou swallows.
“What do you say?” Denki prompts gently.
Eijirou wants to say, how could you beat me to my confession, man? He wants to say, I’ve liked you for so long, Denki. He wants to say, to hell with the status quo.
In the end, Eijirou doesn’t say a thing as he leans down to close that damn height difference, one hand gripping pink paper and the other caressing Denki’s just-as-pink cheek.
“I can’t believe you kept all these,” Denki says in wonder, “and in such perfect condition, too.”
Eijirou watches Denki lean over the side of Eijirou’s bed, one fingertip pressing lightly on every crane in turn until he reaches the pink one. It has since been refolded (salvaged from Eijirou’s tight clutch by a teasing Denki) and is more haphazard than the rest, but Eijirou thinks it’s the best one.
“Mmm. I love them. And you.” Eijirou mumbles, already being pulled under by the day’s exhaustion. He stretches one arm out to beckon Denki closer. “Come back already.”
Denki obliges, rolling his way into Eijirou’s embrace, and Eijirou feels more than hears the quiet giggle against his throat. Eijirou smiles and rests his chin atop soft blonde hair as he turns in for the night, his heart bursting at the (origami) seams.
kirikami ; 768 words ; the universe fulfills its plans for denki. ao3 link here!
Denki awakens to a glowing, red string lying limply on his floor.
Groggy from his late night nap, he belatedly realizes that that glowing, red string is tied to his pinky finger in a neat bow.
“Hanta, you dick,” Denki mutters. He braces himself for a harsh tug on his pinky, and the inevitable rope burn, and his bro’s obnoxious laughter, but the string only continues to sit there. In the darkness of his room, it looks almost neon.
Denki sighs, moving to remove it from his fing—huh? Huh?
Why is his hand passing through the string?
“DUDE,” Denki bellows, banging on Hanta’s door. He feels a tiny smidge of guilt for being so loud, but right now his conscience takes a backseat to his full-on freakout.
“WHAT,” Hanta snaps, throwing his door open. It’s midnight and he’s grumpy, but his irritation soon melts into bewilderment upon seeing Denki’s frantic expression.
“Dude, I dunno what kinda magic or voodoo shit you’re doing, but I don’t like it! Get this string off me!” Denki whines, shoving his hand into Hanta’s face. Without missing a beat, Hanta pries his hand off, turning it this way and that to inspect it.
“Denki,” he broaches, very carefully. “What string?”
Denki pales.
The string leads to Eijirou’s room.
It’s almost kind of funny how quickly Denki cycles through emotions—in the span of a minute, Hanta witnesses Denki’s face shift from wide-eyed panic to furrowed-brow confusion to plain red-cheeked shyness.
“You know what, I actually don’t care anymore! Haha, false alarm, let’s not bother Eijirou,” Denki laughs nervously. He tries to shoulder past Hanta and Shouto (who had been roused by Denki’s yelling and was surprisingly curious enough to follow them downstairs, bless his heart), but Shouto’s sturdy chest blocks his escape. Hanta levels Denki with a deadpan gaze before knocking none too gently on the redhead’s door.
Nooo, Denki mentally wails, because Eijirou is now emerging from his room, ungelled hair unkempt. He looks very cute, all mussed and sleepy. The juxtaposition of that cuteness with Eijirou’s muscular arms, helpfully exposed by the loose muscle shirt, is doing things to Denki’s haywire heart.
“Oh,” Denki gulps, “it’s on his pinky, too.”
“What is?” Eijirou yawns.
“I see,” Shouto nods. “Soulmates, huh.”
“Huh?!” Denki screeches.
“Guys?” Eijirou inquires blearily.
“Soulmates,” Todoroki repeats, unpertubed. “It’s Japanese folklore. It is said that a red string connects the pinky fingers of two people who are destined.”
Denki gapes.
“Soulmates, huh,” Hanta pipes up. “Congrats. You two are officially the last to know.” Before Denki can ask what that means, the sly, smug, soy sauce face(!) jabs Denki in the stomach with his elbow, the extra bulk of the tape dispenser there toppling him into Eijirou’s arms.
“Have fun, kiddos!” Hanta smirks, waving at them as he and Shouto disappear into the elevators.
“Hanta, you dick,” Denki sobs.
Denki is partly grateful that Eijirou’s strong, warm arms are keeping him upright, because his jelly legs sure cannot.
Denki is also about to spontaneously combust because of said strong, warm arms, and the slight scent of Eijirou’s lemon body wash.
Eijirou gently turns Denki to face him, resting both hands lightly on his hips. By the contemplative look on his face, Denki is certain he at least caught the main takeaway of the earlier conversation. Denki’s knees buckle.
“Are we soulmates, Denki?” Eijirou asks slowly.
“I,” Denki flails. His hands automatically come up to Eijirou’s forearms to ground himself. “Uh—“
“Because I wanna be,” Eijirou smiles, tender, gazing at Denki so openly now. Like he’s been in love with him since the beginning. Has he been? Denki wonders. Because I have.
“Okay,” Denki says. He swallows, squeezing Eijirou’s arms and tentatively meeting that earnest gaze.
“Good,” Eijirou beams, as if Denki’s confession had been an elegant soliloquy, or even just more than a one-word affirmative. “Come to bed, Denki,” he coaxes, linking their hands together to lead Denki to his sheets.
Denki musters the courage to lean up and press a kiss to Eijirou’s cheek. Eijirou interlaces their fingers in response, and Denki thanks the universe for giving him one Kirishima Eijirou.
Denki doesn’t fall asleep right away, even after Eijirou’s breath evens out. Instead he props himself up to stroke Eijirou’s hair. Even against Eijirou’s outrageous dye job, the string on his pinky blinks brightly up at him. He can’t help but marvel.
“Get the string off me, I said,” he scoffs, the sound at odds with the wide smile on his face. He tucks himself against Eijirou’s shoulder, relaxing as Eijirou’s arm instinctively wraps around him. “Never.”
kirikami ; 682 words ; sometimes, confessions are just that easy. ao3 link here!
“Hey, Kami,” Eijirou calls, powering his handheld console off. He collapses backwards onto his pillows, starfish spreading on top of the covers. The action jostles Denki a little bit, but the blonde remains unbothered, bouncing along with the mattress’ recoil.
Denki adjusts his cross-legged sitting position to accommodate for the sprawled arms and legs. He blinks away from his phone screen to fix a lazy, questioning look unto Eijirou. Eijirou smirks at Denki’s slight disorientation, nudging his side with his knee to ground him back to Earth.
“I’ve always wanted to ask—you flirt with everyone in class, but I’ve never heard you mention an actual crush.”
“Ah, dude, I have one,” Denki responds, so easily that Eijirou regrets not asking sooner. “But he’s so out of my league, it’s not even funny. ‘S why I don’t talk about it.”
Denki prods the arm closest to him. It’s code for I want to lie down; move, you oaf, which Eijirou is all too happy to oblige. He turns on his side to prop himself on the offending arm, smiling at the pleased sound Denki makes when he flops onto his stomach.
A thick lock of his pretty, soft hair falls in his eyes as he does so, so Eijirou unthinkingly reaches over and sweeps it behind his ear. Denki closes his eyes obediently. He reminds Eijirou of a puppy getting a haircut.
“Give me a few hints, Kami,” he grins. He pats Denki’s bangs in place for good measure.
“You really wanna do this, man?” Denki laughs.
“Come on,” Eijirou coaxes, lightly kicking Denki’s leg. Denki has started to blush pink, and Eijirou can’t help but stare. “I’m curious.”
Denki rolls his eyes, but the fond grin on his face tells Eijirou he’s won. “Fine,” Denki concedes, shoving his phone under the pillow.
“He’s in our class,” he begins. “Super kind-hearted. Brave.”
“That’s every guy in the class,” Eijirou whines, before quickly revising the thought. “Wait. Almost every guy. I can at least exclude Mineta.”
Denki snorts in surprise. “Wow, you’re actually such a dick,” Denki chortles, but to Eijirou’s amusement, he doesn’t disagree. Feeling emboldened by Denki’s laughter, Eijirou kicks his leg again, prompting him to continue.
“Okay, okay! I’m getting to it. He’s, uh, really hot,” Denki chuckles, bashful. He plays with the ends of Eijirou’s pillowcase, avoiding Eijirou’s gaze. “He works out a lot. Like, always at the gym, has weights in his room. The whole shebang.”
Eijirou raises an eyebrow, watching the way Denki’s fingers twist in the cloth. “Okay. That’s half the boys eliminated. And?”
“And,” Denki repeats softly, pausing to peek at Eijirou from the corner of his eye. He falls quiet, suddenly. Calculating.
Eijirou’s gut lurches with butterflies. His instincts tell him he will either love or hate whatever comes out of Denki’s mouth next.
“He adores all things manly,” Denki murmurs. Eijirou’s heart skips. “He has the coolest red hair. He always, always wears a smile.
“He’s my best friend.”
(The look on Denki’s face is impossibly tender. As it turns out, Eijirou’s instincts are right.)
He wiggles onto his stomach to press his side against Denki’s. Before Denki can react, he throws an arm around Denki’s waist, nuzzling closer.
“Kiri!” Denki yelps.
“Kami, you’re wrong,” Eijirou says bluntly. “How could anyone be out of your league?
“You’re the most gorgeous,” Eijirou asserts, punctuating the confession with another nuzzle. “The funniest!” he exclaims, tightening the arm slung around Denki’s waist. “The manliest!”
Eijirou can’t help but giggle, so giddy as he pulls back to look at Denki’s face, which has gone slack with wonder. “I like you, too, Kami. I like you a lot.”
Denki gapes for another two seconds before huffing and burying his face in the pillow. “You’re so much,” he mumbles. Eijirou pouts, and has half a mind to shake him when Denki very carefully flips onto his back.
“Come here,” Denki murmurs, face completely red now. His smile is small and shy. “Kiss me.”
Eijirou’s cheeks hurt with the force of his happiness. “Yes, sir,” he chirps.
Title: kiss me, kiss me
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Kaminari Denki
Word Count: 1837 words
Rating: T
Summary: Denki adopts the habit of smooching his close friends platonically. Most of them think it’s really cute. Eijirou thinks it’s torture.
AO3 link here!
One thing Eijirou has known for a long time now is that his weaknesses are: the limit to how much physical damage his Hardening can take, and Denki’s laugh.
It’s no surprise then that he looks up instinctively at the sound of Denki’s giggles, the blonde obviously tickled by something Hanta had said. So cute, Eijirou thinks.
Eijirou abandons the comic book in his hands to watch the two wrap up their conversation. He really should be more discreet, but they’re standing a fair ways away from his seat on the common room couch anyway, and Denki is just so adorable.
Especially when he leans up on his tiptoes to—to move closer to Hanta?
kirikami; 978 words; kirishima is weak to kaminari borrowing his hoodies. ao3 link here!
In the beginning of June, when Japan is more often than not soaked with rain, Kaminari picks up the habit of wearing large hoodies over his blazer.
It should be a breach of uniform, but the teachers seem to be looking past it—this year’s monsoon season is especially bad, after all, and Aizawa Sensei isn’t so nitpicky as to chastise a student for wearing an extra layer.
Naturally, Midoriya’s first instinct is to take notes on this new development, muttering to himself all the while.
To emit that much electricity consistently and without threat of death, Kaminari must have a very different physical makeup. The rain could be having an abnormal effect on his body. The ions in the air may be changing behavior due to the added variable of humidity and/or precipitation. Could that phenomenon be causing an imbalance in his body’s natural electric charge and in turn cause his thermoregulation to malfunction?
“Midoriya,” Kaminari laughs when he overhears some of his rambling. “Dude, I just get cold easily.”
Midoriya immediately stops, a sheepish grin on his face.
kirikami; 992 words; kirishima loves to spoon kaminari. ao3 link here!
“Kaminari-kun? Are you here?” Momo calls as she approaches the common room. It’s a slow Sunday for all of them—not much in the way of schoolwork (or villain incidents, thank god)—so she supposes that now is a good time as any to conduct one of their informal, monthly book discussions.
In the past, Momo hadn’t been the biggest fan of novels, traditionally preferring the textbooks and encyclopedias that augment her quirk use. However, she cannot deny that poring over such heavy material day in and day out is mind-numbing, even with her impressive brain—a confession that she let slip during a tea break with Kaminari. Kaminari’s enthusiasm had been infectious as he recommended his favorite fictions (they’ll stimulate your brain in a different way, Yaomomo!), and the rest was history.
kirikami; 998 words; kaminari waits for kirishima to come home. ao3 link here!
Tokoyami is quite surprised to see Kaminari in the common room at this very late hour.
“Oh, Tokoyami,” Kaminari exclaims, looking up from the television. At a first glance, his body language appears relaxed—both arms resting on the back of the couch, one leg propped up on the cushions—but his shoulders are rigid, as if he is preparing to bolt at the first sign of danger.
my hands are tired of only waiting to let go | after all, Denki thinks, everyone is a rebound when you never get over your first love. | a mix for my fic of the same title (ao3) | [8tracks] [spotify]
1. Snow - Jome / what if we lived in the same town? / what would have happened then? / I can see you in your winter gloves / wishing that I never left // “the right person, the wrong time”
2. Parallel Universe - Clara Benin / in a parallel universe / everything in reverse / maybe you could be mine // “the wrong person, the right time”
3. Grime - Linying / you’re not in love with me, babe / I’m choking up across a line / I’m sorry that it’s so surprising / I wanted you to see me shining // “I’m saying that I’m sorry. For not being enough. For realizing so late that I could never deserve you.”
4. For the Fickle - Reese Lansangan / all my life has been about / waiting for people to go / but all I want is steady love // “Because the alternative—convincing himself that he could be loved in equal, immense magnitude—never seemed attainable.”
5. would you - Talitha / I will be / everything you need, that you need from me / won’t you hold me closer, my love // “I’d do anything for you, Denki. I’d give you the world if I could.”
6. We’ll Be Okay - Imaginary Future, Kina Grannis / you’re amazing, and you have me / even if we somehow lose our way / we’ll be okay // “I’ll be better, Denki. I’ll show you how loved you are, how important.”
7. Crystalline - Jome / love, stay patient / baby, everything takes time / the ending will be worth the waiting / soon it will be crystalline // “Denki allows his eyes to close, halfway to sleep and partway to believing.”
8. Love Me - Yiruma // to healing, and the after.
kirikami; 1047 words; kaminari loves to brush kirishima’s hair. ao3 link here!
“Kiriii,” Mina singsongs, skipping out of the elevator and onto the fourth floor of the dorms. It’s Friday afternoon and her classmates are most definitely not asleep or studying, so she lets her voice ring in the hallway. She makes a beeline for Kirishima’s room, noting the door blown wide open.
“Kiri, have you seen Kami? I can’t find your boyfr—oh!”
Mina soon comes face-to-face with a lazy Kirishima seated on his bed, the latter beaming at her with drowsy, half-lidded eyes. His normally spiked hair is unstyled, slightly wet, and hanging around his face. Peeking out from behind him, Kaminari waves with the hand holding a hairbrush, his legs splayed and loosely caging Kirishima’s body.
kirikami; 1172 words; eijirou meets kaminari during the entrance exam in the most interesting way possible. ao3 link here!
They placed the U.A. applicants in some kind of waiting room before the practical portion of the exam. Eijirou is very nervous—after all, U.A. is the dream, the stepping stone that he needs to develop into the person and hero he aspires to be. He wills himself to sit still on one of the provided couches, though he can’t help but fidget with his fingers.
He figures the rest of the kids are most likely similar to him, both in terms of goals and current levels of anxiety; it’s no surprise then that everyone in that waiting room is doing their best to dispel their agitation. Some are meditating a few feet away from Eijirou while some are pacing the length of the room, wearing the flooring down.
There’s one guy in the corner—blonde hair with black streaks on one side, slanted eyes, overall quite cute—who looks, in one word, frazzled. He’s seated on the floor, fiddling with a charger in his hands before seemingly making a decision and shoving the adapter into the wall socket. Just as Eijirou muses about how strange it is that he would be charging his phone right before an exam that didn’t require it, this guy licks his lips and—
Sticks the other end of the charger right into his mouth.
kirikami; 1462 words; denki’s deep-seated insecurities cause him to question his and eijirou’s relationship. ao3 link here!
Denki can recognize that shock of ash blonde hair anywhere.
Of course, Eijirou can, too.
“What are you doing here?” Denki asks, the anxiety turning his inquiry into an almost-demand. He hears the slight hitch in Eijirou’s breath, too loud in his ear.
Denki just barely manages to conceal a stutter. He’s scared.
Eijirou’s hand slips from his in shock, and Denki’s fingers clench around empty air. He feels the sharp, abrupt loss. Keenly.
kirikami; 1025 words; kirishima and kaminari buy tea for each other under ‘false’ beliefs. ao3 link here!
Ever since moving into the dorms, Iida has considered himself the unofficial-official supervisor of the boys’ kitchen. A hero’s diet is of utmost importance, after all, and as class president, Iida retains the responsibility of ensuring his classmates’ well-beings. He meticulously catalogs inventory and is always aware of the contents of their kitchen at any point in time.
It is quite a surprise then to see Kirishima and Midoriya by the little island counter, drinking tea that is decidedly not the generic green tea Iida keeps on the top shelf.
kirikami; 1021 words; sometimes, kirishima hates his quirk. ao3 link here!
When Todoroki walks into the classroom, he immediately spots Kaminari and Kirishima, smack-dab in the middle of the room, kissing.
Well, Kaminari is. Kaminari is cradling Kirishima’s face in his hands, peppering every inch of it with a smooch and a loud, exaggerated “mwah!” For his part, Kirishima can’t stop giggling, half-heartedly swatting at Kaminari with his eyes scrunched in laughter.
The rest of the class has been ignoring them for a solid five minutes now—it’s 7AM on a Monday, and there’s only so much cheesiness any of them can handle in the mornings. Todoroki is about to do the same as he walks to his seat, casting a final glance at the pair.
Then he sees it: for just a few seconds, Kaminari eases his grip and very carefully brushes his lips against Kirishima’s eyelids. He lingers on Kirishima’s right eye a beat longer as Kirishima settles, the giggles subsiding and leaving a placid smile in their wake.
Right after that, Kaminari ducks to kiss Kirishima firmly on the lips. Todoroki looks away, feeling a little like a peeping tom.
kirikami; 861 words; kaminari loves to sing, but he is very shy about it. ao3 link here!
Kaminari comes to Kirishima’s room some time around 10PM, when the lights in the hallway have been turned off and their classmates have begun getting ready to go to bed. The walls are fairly thin and conversation tends to carry, so Shoji is almost always aware of when Kaminari sleeps over. He doesn’t mind at all; Kaminari and Kirishima have been good about keeping quiet at night, and some of the snippets of conversation that do filter to his room are hilarious. By far, Shoji’s favorite conversation snippets are the ones in which Kirishima is so fired up about Crimson Riot, raving as softly as he can to Kaminari, whom he calls, “dude”, “bro”, and “babe” all in the same sentence.
Shoji has no problem turning in for the night, but he does jolt awake a few hours later, suddenly needing to pee. As he walks to his bathroom, he overhears noise from Kirishima’s room and freezes where he stands. Aware of the late hour, Shoji is extra cautious and doesn’t want to listen in on something potentially very intimate. However, he quickly realizes that the noise is singing—melodious, warm, and quiet, of course, considerate to Kirishima’s neighbors.
