kamishins canon

this is just a place for my fanfics i'm mimi

[kamishinsou]

“What do you mean, you’re the traitor.”

Shinsou stared at Kaminari, his hands balled into fists as he struggled against the ropes he had been placed in. Kaminari shrugged, hands in his pockets. He was actively keeping himself from being brainwashed, the static surrounding him giving Shinsou a headache.

“I’ve been talking to the League of Villains. What else is there to explain?”

“...How long.”

Kaminari spoke with ease, “Longer than I’ve known you, for sure.” Shinsou kept his face unemotional, knowing all Kaminari wanted at this point was a reaction. He may feel his heart breaking, but he’d ignore it for now. He stared Kaminari down, watching his face as he smirked. He saw the sorry written in how his eyes were still soft, could see how he was closing himself off to Shinsou in his posture. Kaminari, on the other hand, could see the hurt. He saw how Shinsou’s eyebrows had tweaked forward, putting the same worried crease between his brows that he had seen hundreds of times. Saw how his jaw had hardened, more prominent now as he likely grinded his teeth despite the effort he had gone through to stop. They could read each other like a book, and Shinsou refused to acknowledge it.

“So that’s it. You guys kidnapped me, what’s next?” Shinsou spit the words at him, channelling all of the emotions he was feeling into his words. Kaminari held his arms around himself tighter and forced his smirk to turn into a grin.

“You say you want to join us, before you get hurt.” Kaminari said, a hand gesturing to his side when he said ‘us’. Shinsou’s heart hurt.

Shinsou spoke firmly, “I refuse.”

“Now, why would you do that? You don’t want to hang out with me anymore, Hitoshi?” Kaminari said, moving closer to Shinsou. His head was pounding now, and he could hear the blood rushing around his ears. Shinsou closed his eyes tightly.

“Denki. Nothing they could do would hurt worse than what you’ve already done.” He said quietly, not looking at Kaminari. Kaminari furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. He glanced at the door, thinking to how he had asked the league to not spy.

“...Hitoshi, please.” Kaminari said, squatting to look at the lilac haired boy. He still had his eyes screwed shut. Kaminari rested a hand on his knee as he spoke, “They’ll keep trying to find you, if you don’t. They want your quirk.” Shinsou opened his eyes slowly, looking at Kaminari where he was kneeling.

“Then they can keep trying. You already know how I feel about it.” Shinsou said, his eyes searched Kaminari’s new gentle expression, “I guess that didn’t matter to you to begin with, though.”

“It did, Hitoshi, I—“

“Stop calling me that.” Shinsou snapped at him. Kaminari’s mouth hung open for a moment, staring at him. “Don’t act like you cared if I was just another tool used in your little scheme. Fuck that. Fuck you.” Kaminari reeled back, literally knocked onto his ass. He stared at Shinsou in shock.

“...It mattered. I lied, when I said that.” The blonde spoke as he stood, wiping off his pants, “They threatened Eri. If I didn’t join. They were trying to get you through her, and I...I knew that would hurt you more than some...Guy you had just met.” Shinsou didn’t look at him, eyes trained on the floor a few feet away. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.” Kaminari looked at his hands, removing the gold ring Shinsou had given him. He looked at it for a moment before moving towards Shinsou again to put it in one of his pockets.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Shinsou looked at him, twisting away.

Kaminari spoke quietly, “I don’t deserve this.”

“You do as long as I still love you, dumbass. Put it back on. It’s a promise I’ll get you out of this shithole now.”

[kamishinsou]

Ochaco coughed roughly, holding her hand up to her mouth as more petals spilled out.

They caught in the mask she was wearing, and she leaned out the open window to let them fall. She watched them flutter to the ground before turning back to Tenya. Izuku had been out of class for days, so it was only the two of them huddled at Ochaco’s desk. She smiled as he looked at her, obviously worried.

“Why won’t you tell me who it’s over?” He asked, touching the top of her hand lightly. She shook her head aggressively.

“No. I want to talk to him about it first.” She turned back to stare out the window, a slight frown on her face. It was finally their third year, and of course she got a disease that could kill you. Of course. She thought she might never get to see her eighteenth birthday— Because she’d rather die than ever have her feelings for Izuku Midoriya removed. She quickly smiled again, turning to Tenya again as he cleared his throat.

“…Please do it soon. You know what can happen.”

“I plan to tonight! Don’t worry about it, Iida. I’m a big girl!” She laughed and poked his arm, the gloves on her hands preventing him from floating. He gave her one last worried look before they went back to talking about the training of the day, what class Ochaco really needed Tenya’s help in, and how Ochaco couldn’t wait to get to the dorms and nap. Tenya called her lazy. She called it a sleep appetizer. They got through the rest of their days, Ochaco leaving a trail of flower petals behind her wherever she went. She didn’t mean to, but she didn’t know where the extras were coming from. She got back to her dorm fine, though a big itchy. She pulled up the back of her uniform’s shirt and looked in the mirror— Screaming, after a moment.

She dropped her shirt back down and hastily tucked it into her skirt. She heard a quiet knock on the door and smacked her cheeks with two hands. She shuffled over to the door quickly and flung it open, smiling on instinct.

“…Just making sure you’re okay.” Jirou said, playing with her wire. Ochaco grinned.

“Just saw a spider. Thanks, Jirou!” She smiled and watched her go back to her room, seeing Momo’s head poking out of the door in question. Ochaco closed the door again. She leaned against the back of the door and slid down it slowly, a rather melodramatic movement that quite fit how she was feeling. She coughed roughly, letting the petals fall over her knees. The blossom of flowers on her back could have two meanings. Either the disease was progressing, getting worse, hurting more. Or, and she really hoped this was it, the boy she was in love with loved her back. The flowers on her back were a light pink, the same as what she had been coughing up all week. The flowers matched. She stood quickly, grabbing her phone from where she had thrown it on her bed and ran down the hall. She hit the elevator button a few times, jumping up and down a few times as she waited. She hit the button for his floor and waited, willing the elevator to move faster. She stumbled out of it and straight into Denki, almost knocking him over.

“Sorry!” She shouted, feeling the petals fly out of her mouth as she pushed past him. Denki laughed and called down the hall.

“No problem!” He said as she slammed het open hand on the door to the room she was after. She heard a muffled cough from within, with a call to come in. She entered the All Might shrined room and pointed at Izuku where he sat at his desk. She stared at the flowers around him, littering the floor and overflowing his trash can.

“Pink. Midoriya—“ She scrambled to pull up the back of her shirt again. He watched her start to pull it up and yelped, covering his eyes with his hands.

“Uraraka! Please!”

“Just look!” She shouted back, her back turned to him. She glanced over her shoulder to look at him and saw the recognition in his eyes.

“…Those are—“

“The flowers you’ve been vomiting? Yeah, I know!” Ochaco forced herself to cough onto her hand, holding it out to the forest-haired boy, “Me too.” She watched the petals fall to the ground, mixing in seamlessly with the ones Midoriya had been sick with. Midoriya stood and stared at her, then looked down and pulled up his sleeve. Ochaco practically ran over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to her as he showed her his flower-covered forearm. She ran her fingers over the flowers and looked at him, seeing that he was already looking at her. She laughed loudly and grabbed Izuku by the collar, pulling him down the few inches he was taller than her and kissing him quickly. They pulled away and she heard Izuku gasp for air, coughing roughly.

No petals. He was still sick from the effects of them, but he wouldn’t die. Ochaco grinned brightly at him as she took in her own deep breath. She pulled him to kiss him again, her hands on his shoulders as he held onto her biceps. She pulled away and looked at Izuku, eyes creased as she smiled.

“That solves that.”

[kamishinsou]

my next kamishin is uhh kaminaris the traitor au so hold onto ur asses

[kamishinsou]

Shinsou leaned on his empty hand, staring at his notes paper as some volunteer hero droned in the front. Who knew class 1-A was arguably more boring that 3-A? Not him. He found that out soon enough, after getting Mineta kicked from the course out of pure spite.

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[kamishinsou]

i’m so glad someone got it; all of my fics r connected, yea. just little snippets of kamishins life in my own little happy au lol

[kamishinsou]

Kaminari traced circles on Shinsou’s chest, steering clear of the almost healed scars.

Shinsou was still asleep after spending the night watching movies with Kaminari, something that had kept them up well past 4 AM. Shinsou hadn’t put on a shirt to hide himself in weeks to sleep and Kaminari almost had caught himself tearing up about it. Shinsou lay on his back, completely out in the middle of the day. Kaminari couldn’t wait for his boyfriend to wake up, getting out of bed himself to get ready for the date he was forcing Shinsou on later in the evening. As he got dressed he patted the box in his pocket, glancing to Shinsou to make sure he was still asleep. He didn’t want to wake him up, but he knew how long Shinsou could sleep. He made his way back over to the bed, stepping around Shinsou’s work bag, and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned to kiss Shinsou’s face, moving slowly to his shoulders until he was moving down his arms and Shinsou was finally beginning to wake up.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” Kaminari spoke softly, watching Shinsou smile lightly. Shinsou stretched his arms out, not having full mobility to stretch his arms above his head yet out of fear of the scars ripping open. He sat up and leaned to kiss Kaminari a few times, small kisses that almost left Kaminari wanting more.

“Good afternoon.”

“How are you feeling, being a big bad nineteen year old now too?”

“Still as tired as eighteen.” Kaminari laughed at his response, moving to stand as Shinsou got out of bed. Shinsou stood, grabbing his phone from his desk across the room to see it was already 2 PM. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. Kaminari shifted nervously, knowing this wasn’t a good sign.

“…What’s up?”

“Work.” Shinsou breathed out deeply, looking at Kaminari, “They want me to pick up a shift tonight.”

“Oh— Do you want to?” Kaminari questioned, sitting down on the bed again. He really, really hoped Shinsou would say no, but he wasn’t going to tell him that. It was a surprise he had planned, and if he had to do it another night, he would!

“No. It’s my fuckin’ birthday.” Shinsou said, no real heat to the curse as he held the phone up to his ear. He told the person on the other line he wasn’t coming in, quaintly putting it as “It’s my birthday and I’ll quit if you try to force me to come in. Bye.”

“Why do you still work there?” Kaminari patted the edge of the bed next to him, holding Shinsou’s hand when he moved to sit beside him.

“It pays. I’m still waiting for a reply from U.A. to become Aizawa’s assistant.” Kaminari sighed, turning to kiss Shinsou’s still bare shoulder and laced their fingers together.

“You’ll get it. You were one of Aizawa’s favorites. He basically shunned Mineta for you, Shinsou.” Shinsou laughed at the memory, getting a swift pain in his chest from the scars. He coughed, making it worse, and lied down on his back to breathe. “Do you need an ice pack?” Kaminari questioned, looking over him with concern. Shinsou had a few problems with his chest hurting, but they were getting few and far in between. Kaminari was thankful for that. Shinsou nodded, squeezing the hand he was still holding as he closed his eyes. Kaminari was gone and back in moments, pressing the towel he had wrapped the long ice pack in against the scars gently. Shinsou watched him, a small smile forming as the ice began to numb the pain. He pulled Kaminari’s shirt and dragged him to lean over him. They stared at each other for a minute before Kaminari initiated the kiss, crashing his lips down on Shinsou’s. Shinsou’s arms wound around his neck, fingers already pulling themselves through his hair. Kaminari held himself up with his forearm next to Shinsou’s shoulder, not hesitating to pull away for a moment to move from how awkwardly he’s turned. He twisted, swinging one leg over to the other side of Shinsou’s thigh so he was straddling him. He watched Shinsou grin before pulling him back down with the one hand still firmly planted on the back of his neck. Kaminari’s spare hand went to Shinsou’s waist, holding him firmly. They parted much quicker, again thanks to Kaminari.

“Though I wish we could do this for the rest of the day…” “…You have something planned.” Shinsou finished, searching Kaminari’s eyes before smiling. He scooted farther into the bed, sitting up and kissing Kaminari as the ice pack fell off his chest. Kaminari scrambled off him, knowing that this one time was all he had in him to tell Shinsou they shouldn’t. He was too weak for this. He left to make lunch for them both, knowing Shinsou would raid the cabinets before they went anywhere regardless. Shinsou got changed slowly, pulling a t-shirt on and staring at himself in the floor-length mirror Kaminari had brought over from his place when he moved in. He patted his chest softly, smiling to himself. He could finally breathe— Literally and figuratively. He was still reeling from the loss of weight, and he knew Kaminari had noticed he was happier. He shook out his hair, running a hand through it before eventually not even bothering. It always looked the same, anyway. He left the room, traveling to the kitchen to see Kaminari making ramen for the two of them. He smiled and stepped up to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around his waist. Kaminari looked to him and grinned widely, moving to kiss his cheek gently. Shinsou placed a hand on his cheek and kept him there, moving to actually kiss him instead. Kaminari melted into him, only vaguely paying attention to the cooking noodles as his spare hand slid up into Shinsou’s hair. Shinsou pulled centimeters away, still biting Kaminari’s lip lightly for a moment before letting go. He stared at Kaminari’s bright red face, a smug smile beginning to form as Kaminari coughed loudly and moved out of his embrace.

“Anyway. L-Let me get these in bowls.” Kaminari muttered a curse at the fact that he was stuttering, still as weak to Shinsou’s bullshit as day one four years before. Shinsou was the epitome of a shit-eating grin as he sat at their small two person table. They sat together and ate, Shinsou trying to convince Kaminari to tell him what the plans for the day were. Kaminari had made a point of locking his lips and throwing away the key and it infuriated Shinsou. Shinsou got up, taking Kaminari’s bowl from in front of him to go clean them before they left. Kaminari followed, trailing like a lost puppy and eventually moving to sit on the counter next to where Shinsou was doing the dishes. He hopped up as Shinsou rolled his eyes.

“If you’re not going to tell me where we’re going, maybe I won’t go.” He finally said, wiping his wet hands off on his jeans. He moved away from Kaminari, intending to tease him, before feeling a hand on his sleeve.

Kaminari pulled him back, letting his legs fall to either side of Shinsou’s hips, “Stooop. You’ll like it.” He spoke quietly, elbows resting on Shinsou’s shoulders as his hands moved to the top of Shinsou’s head to pet his hair. Shinsou sighed and rested his forehead against Kaminari’s. He spoke softly, mimicking Kaminari.

“I appreciate that you have something planned. I really do,” His arms wound around Kaminari’s chest, loosely falling to his hips as he laced his own fingers.

“But?” He paused, feeling worse that Kaminari was so understanding, “…I’d like to spend the day at home with my boyfriend better.”

“That’s okay. We’ll do that.” Kaminari kissed him gently, soft pecks that started Shinsou’s heart beating faster.

Shinsou broke the silence after a moment, “I’m sorry. I know you probably had something great planned.” But Kaminari just gave a laugh, kissing him again quickly. “Nothing could have been better for your birthday than what you actually want to do. I promise.” He watched Shinsou break into a hesitant smile as he pulled him into a tight hug. Kaminari nuzzled his face into Shinsou’s neck, hugging his arms around him as best he could.

“I love you.” Shinsou said, voice as soft as Kaminari’s heart. Kaminari pulled away to look at him, grinning brilliantly.

“I love you, too.” He said, searching Shinsou’s eyes. Shinsou moved to kiss him gently, spurring Kaminari to tighten his legs on Shinsou’s hips. He felt Shinsou’s barely-there smile against his lips and before the lilac-haired boy could do anything, he pulled his face even closer, crushing their lips like wine between them. He wanted to burst, heart so full of affection for the boy he held that he didn’t truly know what to do with himself anymore. He barely paid attention to the box in his jacket pocket as he sat, wrapped up in the boy the box was meant for. He felt Shinsou’s hands move, felt them slide up his sides underneath his jacket but over his shirt. Shinsou pulled away and Kaminari instantly felt the loss, a pang in his chest telling him to pull Shinsou back instantly.

“Stay a while.” His boyfriend mumbled, pushing at the shoulders of Kaminari’s jacket and helping him slide it off. Kaminari laughed at the joke, and the smile Shinsou gave him almost made him overheat. Kaminari kissed him again as he pushed the jacket off to the side, feeling his arms wrap back around his waist this time. Kaminari rested his hands on Shinsou’s biceps as they kissed. He really did appreciate Shinsou’s gym membership sometimes. He moved his hands up to Shinsou’s face, one hand on his cheek and the other resting on his neck as Kaminari pulled him closer, deepening the kiss easily. He felt Shinsou pull his hips closer, spurring him to finally wrap his legs around Shinsou’s waist, feet hooked behind him.

Shinsou’s hands moved to cup the bottom of his thighs and Kaminari wound his arms around Shinsou’s neck quickly. He pulled away as Shinsou lifted him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck as he looked down at him. Shinsou always lifted him a little higher, knowing he wishes he had the height to do this all the time. Shinsou was the one who had a growth spurt at the end of each school year, gaining at least an inch each time, and had shot up to 6 foot before Kaminari even realized what was happening. Kaminari giggled, moving to run a hand through the top of Shinsou’s hair from the front.

“Your hair makes you even taller,” He said. He kissed the hair he had pulled taut, letting it go back to it’s gravity defying ways after a moment. “Does Uraraka use her quirk on your hair?”

“No.” Shinsou said simply, “Also, if you don’t kiss me again, I’m dropping you.” Kaminari laughed loudly at that, leaning to kiss his boyfriend gently. He pulled away after just another moment, holding Shinsou’s face gently.

“Let me grab my jacket.” He said softly, giving Shinsou a moment to move back over to the counter to let him sit as he dug through his pockets. He pulled out the small box and Shinsou looked at him, confused.

“What’s tha—“ He began before Kaminari snapped open the lid. He felt Shinsou’s fingers dig into his thighs, the shock evident on his face as he stared at the thin gold band.

“I— I had a whole speech prepared, but… Now felt like a better time. I just… Hitoshi, I want to be with you. I know you feel the same, because we’ve talked about this, but I don’t know if you really understand how I feel. This is kind of proof, and I just…” He scratched the back of his neck, nervous to continue as Shinsou’s bright red face stared at him, “Want to make sure you know that the two days that you weren’t on this earth, the two days between my birthday and yours? They were really the worst days of my life, and I know that’s silly because I was a newborn, but I really want you to know how much I love you, and how much just your existence has impacted me—“ He heard Shinsou sniff, having glanced away while he was talking, and looked back to him now. Tear tracks ran down his face, and Kaminari panicked, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—“

“You’re so stupid, Denki.” Shinsou mumbled, letting go of Kaminari’s thigh to wipe his face, “So stupid. Some engagement band and a ceremony isn’t going to prove how much you want to be with me. Your words do, asshole. Of course I’ll marry you.” Kaminari smiled gently, knowing his words held no heat as he sniffled between words. He took the band out of the ring box and slipped it onto Shinsou’s left ring finger, kissing his hand gently as he did.

Kaminari paused for a minute before speaking softly, “…Can you take my last name?”

[kamishinsou]

Shirabu lightly hit Semi’s arm as he passed to turn in, not bothering to turn back when he yelled after him.

Shirabu sat on the bench, putting his head in his hands as he leaned forward. He knew why he’d been taken out, but he didn’t like it. He’d fumbled too many sets— His hurt knee was getting to him, but he wasn’t telling anyone about it. He wasn’t adding to the list of reasons he knew he didn’t deserve to be here. He sat back up straight and concentrated on the game. He watched Semi set up Ushijima’s spikes almost perfectly, tightening his fists as he watched their team win back points. Eventually, it was decided. Shiratorizawa had won against Ougiminami. Again. Shirabu got up and headed to the locker rooms, ignoring the celebrations of his teammates. He was wrapping his knee when he heard the doors open, cursing as he ripped the gauze off and shoved it back in his bag. Semi stepped around the corner, staring at Shirabu.

“What’s your problem today?” He questioned, moving to stand in front of him. Shirabu busied himself with messing in his bag.

“Why would I have a problem.” Shirabu shot back, finally looking up at the older setter.

“Well, smacking me is a clue. Pouting in here is another. I thought you were trying to be better at that shit.” Shirabu narrowed his eyes slightly, but Semi didn’t reply. He stared harder if anything, and Shirabu finally felt himself crack a little bit.

“I just don’t feel good. Leave it alone.” He muttered, turning back to his bag. Semi watched him stand and swing it onto his shoulder, watched him avoid standing on his left knee.

“You hurt your knee. You overdid it again, didn’t you.” Semi spoke, gently pushing Shirabu’s shoulder so he would sit back down. Shirabu just huffed at him, refusing to reply. “Let me see. Get your leg up here.” Semi spoke softly now, sitting a distance away from Shirabu so he could swing his leg in between them. Semi looked at the slight bruising Shirabu had given himself falling to catch the ball too often, and after looking at his other knee, looked at Shirabu.

“Stop falling on it first. You’re going to fuck it up even more. You have to start learning how to balance your weight as you fall so not everything goes to your dominant leg.” He knew Shirabu listened to every word, even if he wasn’t happy about it, “Give me the tape you were using seconds before you saw me. Yes, I saw.” Shirabu rustled through his bag, pulling out the gauze again. Semi took it from him and began to wrap his knee himself, keeping the wrap tight so it wouldn’t fall off under Shirabu’s pants when he changed. Shirabu watched Semi’s face as he concentrated, his own slightly heated. He broke his eyes away to stare at his knee seconds before Semi looked at him, tucking the last of the gauze behind his knee. He took the tape Shirabu handed him and finished it off, handing it back to him after a moment. His hands hesitated leaving Shirabu’s leg, but he patted it after a beat of silence. Shirabu quickly moved his leg back to the floor, feeling strangely cold from the loss of touch. He looked back over to Semi, meeting the third year’s eyes as he stood. Shirabu scrambled up, grabbing his bag again.

“They’ll be in any minute. Sure you don’t want to join the crowd again?” Semi questioned him.

“No, I’m fine. I’m going to change before they get in here so I can avoid their smell.” Shirabu said bluntly, almost getting a laugh from Semi. Semi shrugged and gave him a small wave, “Wait—“ Shirabu said quickly, and Semi turned back to him. He felt his jersey get pulled and the next thing he knew, Shirabu’s lips were crashing into his. Semi didn’t even hesitate as he wrapped his arms around Shirabu’s middle, one hand moving to the back of his neck so he could pull him closer. Shirabu’s fist balled itself even further in Semi’s shirt as he reciprocated, doing his absolute best to wrinkle it. Semi pulled away after a minute and gave a small smile, moving his hands to Shirabu’s waist.

Shirabu spoke first, rushing to get his words out as he felt his face heat up to a bright red after realizing what he’d done; “Let me sit next to you on the bus.”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

[kamishinsou]

Shinsou ripped the night light out of the wall, practically leaping over to his desk drawers to throw it in seconds before Kaminari opened his bedroom door.

He slammed the drawer shut, giving Kaminari a look to not even ask. Kaminari laughed and shrugged, stepping over to throw himself onto Shinsou’s bed. Right on top of his school books. He heard the grunt of regret, watched Kaminari get up and slowly pick up all the books. He waddled over to the desk Shinsou was still standing at and dropped them onto it.

“Why don’t you actually use your desk?” He questioned, reaching to pull Shinsou closer to him.

“It’s been giving me neck problems.” Shinsou let himself be pulled, wrapping his arms around Kaminari’s waist as Kaminari did the same.

“Why don’t you get one of those stands to put your laptop on, so you’re looking straight?” Kaminari smiled up at him, effectively making his heart flutter as he lost all sense of speech for a moment.

“I….Uh. I’ll have to look into it.” He cleared his throat, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks already. It’s been three minutes, he thought. That may be a record. Shinsou pressed his lips against Kaminari’s forehead softly, half breathing in his (strawberry, today) shampoo as he did. He felt Kaminari tighten his grip, pulling him closer. Shinsou could feel the smile radiating off him before he looked.

Shinsou spoke as he pulled his face away, making eye contact with the smiling blond, “What brings you here?”

“We’re going to have a sleepover.” “…It’s supposed to storm.” Shinsou pointed out, shifting in a way he hoped didn’t seem obviously nervous. It’s not that he hated the dark. But….He hated the dark. The moon not shining through his window would have sent him turning on his night light, which he wouldn’t be able to do with Kaminari here.

“So? You’ll have me, baby.” Shinsou pinched him, causing him to jump and laugh.

“I don’t think you realize that you sound like a complete tool when you say that. To anyone.”

“Even babies?”

“Especially babies.” Kaminari laughed loudly, pushing Shinsou away to kick his shoes off. He pushed back the covers and threw himself back onto the bed. Shinsou rolled his eyes and paused, knowing he would complain somehow. Kaminari huffed and turned onto his side to face Shinsou, holding out both his arms. He smiled and crawled in next to the blonde, feeling arms wrap around his waist as he grabbed the remote from the bedside table and flipped the small TV across from his bed on. Kaminari squeezed Shinsou lightly and moved so he was sitting up against the pillows of the bed, not completely sitting up but not completely lying down. Shinsou moved next to him, wrapping his arms around Kaminari’s chest as the other wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s shoulder. Shinsou rested his head on Kaminari’s shoulder as the latter flipped through Netflix.

“I don’t want to watch The Great British Baking Show again, Denki.” Shinsou said as he watched him pause on it. Kaminari huffed and kept searching.

“I wasn’t going to turn it o—“

“Yes you were.” Kaminari flicked Shinsou’s arm, but he knew he was right. “Let’s watch a movie.”

“Can we finally watch Kubo?” Kaminari blurted, already typing it into the search engine. Shinsou let him, knowing he’d been wanting to show him this movie for a while. They watched quietly, Kaminari pointing out people to him occasionally so he would remember. Kaminari’s favorite character was the grandmother. Shinsou could feel Kaminari’s grip slacking on him near the end of the movie, signaling he was starting to fall asleep. Shinsou waited for the credits and wiped his face with a sleeve, sniffling a little bit as he moved to sit up. Kaminari’s arm fell off him easily, and he looked over smiling. Kaminari jolted awake when his arm hit the bed and he blinked a few times at Shinsou before smiling widely.

“You look so pretty right now.” Kaminari noted, scooting so he could properly lie down, still staring at Shinsou. Shinsou could feel his face heat up and he cleared his throat roughly, grabbing the remote and shutting the tv off completely to hide himself. Plunging into darkness made his heart almost stop, and he shakily set the remote back on the bedside table.

At that moment, of course, a crack of thunder and lightning sounded outside. Shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin, wheeling to look at the window above his desk. He watched the sky light up before plunging them back into darkness. Kaminari was staring at him, he could feel it. He took a deep breath and turned back to his boyfriend, slowly moving over closer to him and laying down.

“…If you’re afraid you don’t have to tell me, but let me move closer to the window for you.” Kaminari whispered, rubbing Shinsou’s arm gently. Shinsou shook his head.

“No, I’m alright. I’ll live, Denki.” He almost wanted to roll his eyes at how sweet the blonde was being, but he stopped himself. He moved closer to Kaminari, wrapping his arms back around his chest. Kaminari rested his chin in Shinsou’s hair, allowing Shinsou to effectively nuzzle his way closer. Kaminari gently pulled him closer by his hips, tangling their legs together under the covers. Shinsou was glad Kaminari couldn’t see him, glad his slightly shaking hands were resting on Kaminari’s back, lightly bunched in his shirt for stability. He wasn’t going to sleep tonight.

Kaminari fell asleep fast, lightly snoring before the storm outside was close to over. Shinsou began to lightly jump at every sudden noise, anxiety running wild about what lay past the ends of the bed he lay in. He lay like that for hours, only getting some relief when the sun began to rise— Even then, the storm still raging outside let in minimal light. He’d have to take a nap during the day. Kaminari, on the other hand, began to wake around 7. Kaminari had shifted in his sleep. Shinsou was still on his side, though now Kaminari was on his back. Shinsou had a single arm resting over Kaminari’s stomach, his other arm behind his neck, elbow bent to lightly play with his wild blonde hair.

Kaminari spoke softly; “You look so tired. Are you okay?” “I always look tired.” Shinsou shrugged it off, letting Kaminari get up. He started to sit up, too, but was pushed back by Kaminari.

“You didn’t sleep. I can tell. Take a nap, I’ll go make breakfast!” Kaminari crawled out of bed, giving Shinsou one last bright grin before leaving the room and heading to the small kitchen. Shinsou moved over to the warm part of the bed, burying his face in the pillow Kaminari had used. Strawberries, of course. With the room lit up better than before, and his boyfriend making pancakes in the kitchen, Shinsou fell asleep in no time.

—

“Where did you say you keep the Sharpies?” Kaminari called, looking over Shinsou’s desk. They were (more like Kaminari was) drawing bad pictures of each other, and Kaminari had desperately needed a purple marker. Shinsou had sent him to his room, instructing him that they were in one of the drawers.

“Top right.” He heard Shinsou call back, thoroughly unimpressed by Kaminari’s ability to remember things. He opened the drawer, only seeing a bulky wall plug. He moved it aside, grabbing the purple marker before taking another look at the wall plug. He realized it was a night light, likely shoved into any drawer. He frowned, pulling it out of the drawer. It had to be Shinsou’s. He’d remembered seeing it once, but he never had seen it after that. It was a small, simple plug with a small lightbulb and a switch to turn it on and off. Kaminari went to plug it in to the closest outlet to the bed and left the room, running back to Shinsou where he sat in the living room. He wouldn’t bring it up unless Shinsou did.

—

Shinsou let Kaminari back into his room after he changed. Though he still found himself self-conscious about his chest, Kaminari continued to pay no mind. He was aware of the fact that he likely wasn’t sleeping that night either, another storm having moved in to block any light from the moon a short while before they had begun getting ready for bed. Kaminari came in and turned on the TV manually, giving Shinsou a chance to crawl into bed first. He moved, next, to turn on the night light. He could feel Shinsou’s eyes on him as he flicked the switch to turn it on. He crawled into bed without looking at Shinsou, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. Shinsou moved to sit on his knees, staring at Kaminari before reaching out. He placed his hand on the cheek facing away from him, turning Kaminari’s face towards him slowly.

Shinsou moved in to kiss him before Kaminari could fully comprehend what was happening. Kaminari kissed back nonetheless, feeling Shinsou’s other hand land on his cheek. Kaminari reached out to rest a hand on Shinsou’s thigh, moving forward into the kiss. They parted after a moment, Shinsou holding Kaminari’s cheeks as if he was made from glass. He rubbed a thumb over Shinsou’s cheekbone, staring at him and fighting back the small well of tears that were trying to escape. The sudden rush of affection he had spurred him to kiss Kaminari again, tugging him almost aggressively closer. He felt Kaminari smile against his lips, forcing him to pull away again as Kaminari laughed. Shinsou moved his arms around Kaminari’s shoulders to hug him, kissing the side of his neck into his hair gently.

“I swear, every day you amaze me.”

[kamishinsou]

A purple head rested on Kaminari’s lap, immobilizing him to the point that he didn’t even want to breathe too deep in fear of waking the insomniac that had placed himself there.

He had rested a hand in Shinsou’s hair before he had fallen asleep, and that same hand sat there, gently stroking the lilac hair under his fingers. Kaminari’s other hand, however, was busy taking pictures. For research purposes, of course. He watched Shinsou sleep, watched how occasionally his breath would hitch if Kaminari shifted too much to bring back feeling to his legs. Watched how, despite how still the rest of his body stayed, his face flickered between emotions constantly. He’d never really seen someone who makes expressions as they sleep, but that must be the reason that Shinsou never truly showed emotions otherwise— He used them all as he slept. Kaminari guessed that that’s why he’s such a light sleeper.

He looked up at the tree above them, watched as the leaves taken from it by the wind swirled in the air around each other. He grinned to himself that they had come out here on such a nice day, a day when summer was finally winding down. His legs were completely numb by now, but he couldn’t have cared less. Shinsou had said to him that he hadn’t slept last night, so he had forced him to— There was nowhere else he would rather be. He watched the shadow of the foliage moving with the wind over Shinsou’s face, watched as he finally turned his body slightly to lay on his side. Kaminari took the moment to thank whatever God there is that Shinsou had turned away from his stomach. Kaminari jumped when he heard the bell ring at the school, looking temporarily panicked as he watched Shinsou’s eyes flutter open. Then, he did hold his breath.

After a long moment, Shinsou’s eyes closed again. Kaminari exhaled, thankful that he had only been slightly woken, if at all and it wasn’t a reflexive action. His hands found their way back to playing with Shinsou’s hair. He thought about being able to do this every day— Forcing Shinsou to sleep next to him, near him, on him, and if the dark circles that had become a permanent fixture under the boys eyes would ever lighten. This was the second time in a week he had found a way to help Shinsou sleep. He had started calling him at night to FaceTime until they fell asleep, which was partially because he liked to stare at Shinsou’s sleeping face. Like now. But he had a sneaking suspicion that he was faking falling asleep. He seemed just as tired, if not more, than usual. He seemed at peace now, arms wrapped around himself and legs beginning to scoot towards his middle in a weird fetal-position pose. Kaminari wanted to laugh but stopped himself. He laughs too loud for the peace to not be disturbed. He settled back to staring at the school, watching it unchanged as he skipped class because Shinsou was more important to him.

Wait. More important— Than school? Kaminari was confused by his own thought process, blinking wide-eyed as he looked back down at Shinsou. He realized, yes. Shinsou getting proper rest was, in fact, more important to him than classwork, or seeing his friends, or whatever new outfit Mina had put together for today, or whatever fight Bakugou almost started. He turned to hide his face in his shoulder, as if Shinsou could see his slowly reddening cheeks. He cleared his throat while he looked anywhere but the boy on his lap. Maybe he had started to like Shinsou? He certainly wasn’t sure, but it felt like it sometimes. Whenever Shinsou would smile slightly and his heart would skip, it felt like it. Whenever Shinsou would actually be asleep across from his face, completely oblivious to the small amount of drool coming out of his mouth, it felt like it. When Shinsou would fall asleep on his lap, let him play with his hair, sent him links that he thought Kaminari would like about cats and hamsters— It really felt like it, then. To the point that his throat felt tight and he really wished he could stop sweating but he didn’t know what to do and Shinsou would laugh at him and ask why he looked so nervous, he had been fine a minute ago and if he felt sick and if he needed anything and, and—

Okay. Maybe Kaminari liked him. But that wasn’t important.

How to hide it, was.

[kamishinsou]

Kaminari glanced at the clock, almost shocked to see that it was already 1 AM. He looked to his phone and scowled.

1:04 let me call u

1:08 no

1:08 yes!

1:10 why

1:10 im gonna ft u until u fall asleep so i can MAKE SURE UR SLEEPING

1:15 k

Kaminari already had his finger over the Facetime button, and hit it so fast he knew Shinsou would make fun of him. Shinsou, of course, waited until the last ring to pick up.

“Hey.” Kaminari watched Shinsou’s face light up on the screen. He grinned brightly at the tired look he was given.

“Hey! So. Anyway. About the fact that you think cats are better than hamsters.”

He laughed as Shinsou wrinkled his nose in disgust, “They are, I don’t just think they are—“ Kaminari had to cut in.

“Debatable! Hamsters are small and good. Cats are large and good. Cats, however, are less easy to keep in your school bag!”

“Kaminari are you telling me you’re the person who brought those hamsters into school last week. The ones that escaped.” Kaminari froze. Shinsou snorted as soon as he saw the look on his face, and thats how they continued. They talked well until 3, both knowing fully well they had classes the next day. Kaminari had been yawning the entire time, but Shinsou looked unaffected. Shinsou, however, began to fall asleep eventually— It surprised Kaminari, as 2:56 was well before the time he knows Shinsou usually goes to sleep. He took it as a chance to go quiet on the line too, daring to close his eyes.

Minutes later, Kaminari was snoring on the other end of the line. Shinsou peeked, cracking one eye open to look if the blonde was truly asleep or not. He was. He also, apparently, drools on his pillow. Shinsou sat up and went to his computer, propping the phone up so he could glance at his friend every couple of minutes as he did classwork he hadn’t done earlier. Every time he looked at the sleeping blonde, something panged in his chest. He didn’t know what it was, but it truly was almost like he was choking on air at some points. He smiled to himself thinking about it, and when 5 AM rolled around, at least he was laying back in bed. He shut his eyes and fell asleep next to his best friend.

[kamishinsou]

Shinsou leaned on his empty hand, staring at his notes paper as some volunteer hero droned in the front. Who knew class 1-A was arguably more boring that 3-A? Not him. He found that out soon enough, after getting Mineta kicked from the course out of pure spite.

He’d heard some crazy girl had tried to run over Mineta in the parking lot the same day. He hoped she’d succeeded. He sat at the back of the classroom, having screwed up the seating chart, they all kind of sat wherever they would like. Kaminari sat with Mina, Ochaco, and Kirishima to the left of him, closer to the front. Shinsou sat next to Todoroki. All he knew is that Todoroki wouldn’t be as talkative as the rest of them, so he had taken the chance. He seemed to mind his own business, so Shinsou was fine with it. Especially at times like these, where Shinsou was utterly lost in bouts of staring at Kaminari and continuing to write his notes, albeit with several drawings of the boy now littering the pages. He tried to cover the pages as best he could, but he knew Todoroki saw them. Sneaky bastard. The bell rang for the end of the day and Shinsou was already out of his seat, notebook slammed shut and tucked away in his bag within seconds out of habit. He was halfway to the door when a certain yellow-haired (not blonde, his hair is straight yellow) boy jumped in front of him in an ambush.

“Hey, Shinsou!”

“Hey.”

“Uhh.” He was obviously thrown off by the lackluster greeting, arm flying up to scratch the back of his neck, “Can I borrow your notes for the night? I forgot my notebook at home, and I’d like to write them down!”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow at him. “…Why don’t you ask Ochaco?”

“She doesn’t take notes!”

“Neither does Mina, or Kirishima, or Midoriya—“

“Nope.” He was committed to his lie, Shinsou could see that well. Shinsou eyed his classmate, shoving a hand in his pocket. He was acutely aware that he had, less than three minutes ago, written the words “Hitoshi Kaminari” at the top of his page, along with doodled the boy standing in front of him’s glasses directly next to those words.

Shinsou cleared his throat, “No.” He watched Kaminari’s face drop, almost feeling….pain, maybe, at the fact that he had caused the expression on his face.

“Why not?” He knew that was coming.

“I need it to study.”

“You study more than anyone I know!” Kaminari stared at him, going on the offense.

“Likely because I joined this class three days ago and need to catch up.” Shinsou stared back.

Kaminari looked exasperated, “Shinsooou, pleaaase….”

Shinsou took his notebook out of his bag, and stared at Kaminari.

“Hey. Bakugou. Catch.” He called, chucking it at the blonde from across the room. Bakugou yelled a curse and caught the notebook, effectively scorching the notebook in the process.

Bakugou called as Shinsou slipped past a shocked Kaminari, “What the fuck was that?! You’re such a fucking—“

“See you.” Shinsou said as he left, leaving a bewildered look on Kaminari’s face. He didn’t stay to watch as Kaminari went to take the book from Bakugou, shoving it in his own bag before practically high-tailing it to avoid if Shinsou came back to retrieve the burnt wreckage. He didn’t see that Kaminari thought it was still salvageable as he looked at the first few pages, empty of the doodles, nodding to himself as he shoved it back into his bag to look at later.