(scenario: Kaminari fell asleep on the 1-A dorm kitchen counter. Shinsou, who’s been transferred to the hero course, discovers him and try’s to get him to go to bed.)
Shinsou: Kaminari? What are you doing?
Kaminari, barley awake: MMmMmM...What?
Shinsou: You should go back to your room.
Kaminari: To... Tried.
Shinsou: Come on, get up.
Kaminari: Can you just carry me?
Shinsou: What? No. You can walk...
Kaminari: No... Pick me up...
Shinsou: ...
...
*Shinsou carrying Kaminari to his dorm*
Shinsou: You know, i’m the mind controller. Rather ironic that i’m the one carrying you, usually, people are carrying me.
Kaminari: Mmmm... I must be pretty special then.
Shinsou, mumbling: Yes, very special.
(I dont know what this is, just kind of came to me lolz)
Note: This can also be found on AO3 at ‘TheOneAndOnlyBird’.
Triggers: Panic Attack, thunder.
For as long as Denki could remember, he had a fear of thunderstorms. An Intense fear of thunderstorms. So intense he typically had panic attacks from the noise. You’d think that because of his quirk, he’d like storms, and you’d be right. He loved lightning storms and rain. Though, thunderstorms were a whole other thing. He despised thunderstorms due to his fear. He felt useless during them.
And that’s what landed him stranded under a tree, curled up with his hands over his ears and shaking as the thunder boomed above him.
Denki was soaked, due to having been playing out in the rain outside the dorms just a few minutes prior to this. He was cold and shivering as the harsh wind knocked him about, making him curl up more and whimper silently into the howling wind of the storm. He cursed his love for rain! This wasn’t supposed to turn into a thunderstorm!
He had just been out splashing around in the rain in a tank top and shorts since it was rather hot that day. It was supposed to be a quick shower, nothing more. Unfortunately and very obviously now, it seemed like that wasn’t the case. As soon as the thunder and harsher rain had started, he quickly dove under the tree he was under now, trying to find any kind of cover and comfort for what was about to come.
*BOOM*
Denki yelped and curled further in on himself at the sound, whimpering and shaking and generally just not having a great time. He was shaking and his nails were digging into the side of his skull as he covered his ears with his palms. His breathing was heavy but shallow and quick at the same time and got worse with every boom of thunder from overhead. When would this stop? He was freezing and wanted to go back inside, but his limps felt like lead. He couldn’t move from his spot out of pure fear. Why was he so useless? Why couldn’t he-?
His thoughts were cut off when he felt the small amount of rain that had been leaking through the trees to pelt his hair and his skin suddenly cut off. He held his breath before looking up and spotting his classmate and crush, Shinsou Hitoshi, holding an umbrella above him. Shit.
“Are you okay? Why are you sitting out in the storm?” Shinsou asked, raising an eyebrow down at the soaking wet blond.
Denki swallowed and went to respond before another crash of thunder sounded throughout the sky, making the blond yelp and hide his face again, tears rushing down his cheeks as he panicked. His eyes were screwed shut, hating the fact that he was crying but not being able to stop himself. He needed to get away from the sound. It was too loud, everything was too loud!
Denki didn’t know how long it had been, but soon enough after he had started crying, he was being lifted into a strong pair of arms and back into the rain. He whimpered and pushed against the stranger’s chest weakly, but not really fighting back at all. At another boom of thunder, he yelped again and just sobbed more, curling into the person carrying him. The warmth at this point was comforting and probably one of the only things keeping him from having a full-on panic attack. Which he was already incredibility close to one.
He just clung onto the person, which he had already forgotten who it even was that was holding him, and he frankly didn’t care. They were warm and a slight comfort. That was all it took for him to hold on tightly. He internally just was hoping he wasn’t embarrassing himself too badly. Hopefully, it was Bakugo or Kirishima or-
“It’s okay, Denki… It’s okay.” A voice murmurs above him. Shit. Right. It was Hitoshi. Shit! He was making a fool out of himself in front of his crush! Stupid stupid stupid-
*BOOM*
Denki yelped again and curled closer to Hitoshi, crying and trembling in the other boy’s arms. He quickly hid his face in his chest, holding onto his shirt in his shaking weak grip as he sobbed from fear. God, this was so embarrassing. Why, of all people to find him, was it Hitoshi?
Denki felt himself be laid down on a soft bed, which was a relief to his embarrassment, but his body and mouth had other plans. He almost immediately sat up and his arms quickly shot out to hold onto his crush, pulling him closer and hiding his face again as he sobbed and shook. He was so scared and upset and, honestly, just wanted to be fucking held. By his crush or not, he just wanted comfort right now.
They stayed like that for about a minute before Hitoshi began to move them, making Denki whimper and hold onto him like a lifeline.
“Shh... It’s okay. I’m gonna lay down with you, okay?” Hitoshi whispers quickly to him, and that got Denki to calm down just enough for Hitoshi to fulfill that promise. Hitoshi moved them to where Denki was snuggled up against his chest. Denki’s arms were wrapped around Hitoshi’s torso while Hitoshi’s arms were looped around his back, one hand gently carding through his blond hair while the other rested against his mid-back.
While Denki was still crying and obviously shaken, the position they were now in made him relax immensely. He clung onto Hitoshi, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms forever. It was really really nice… The hand in his hair, being held so gently and… if he didn’t know any better, almost lovingly.
“It’s okay, sparky… It’s okay… the storm should be ending soon… I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere… You’re safe…” Hitoshi whispers to him softly, holding him close to his chest. Denki whimpers but nodded, closing his eyes and resting his head against his friend’s chest, listening to his calm methodical heartbeat to calm his own shot nerves.
It took a little bit, but soon, everything calmed, he was no longer crying or shaking, but he didn’t open his eyes or pull away. He just stayed nestled in his crushes arms. And he knew that Hitoshi knew he had calmed down enough to be okay, and yet, Hitoshi didn’t let go of him. He stayed. And that spoke volumes to Denki, as he knew Hitoshi wasn’t one for prolonged physical contact with really anyone… Why was he different? There was no way Hitoshi liked him back… Was there?
With that thought, Denki finally slipped into a dreamless sleep, content for the time being on where he was.
Hitoshi was an insomniac who mostly lived off of coffee. Everyone knew that. So it was no surprise to anyone that even cuddled up with his best friend and crush, he was still wide awake while the blond was passed out.
He didn’t care that he and his bed were now soaked. Denki had obviously been distraught while out in the rain, and clearly was afraid of the thunder. He didn’t expect Denki of all people to be afraid fo thunderstorms, but he was more glad that he was able to help. He hated seeing the other boy so helpless and scared and fearful. It made his heart hurt and want to protect him from everything. He hated seeing Denki cry.
Though… He couldn’t help but feel a little happy at the way, even now, Denki clung onto him. It was almost as if he loved him, though he quickly chased that thought away from his mind. Denki was just fearful and scared. He would have clung to anymore, in the same way, had someone else had found him. He wasn’t someone special or important. He was just the one that came to help. And of course, he would have. Even if Denki never returned his feelings, he still cared about the other. So much. Honestly, too much at times.
He needed to stop thinking of himself as someone even close to Denki’s league. He needed to stop having fantasies of Denki falling in love with him and actually wanting to be with him. Who would love someone who lived off coffee and spite? No one. Especially not Denki. He looked like a walking Zombie. He’d be lucky if anyone fell in love with him, nevermind his crush.
He didn’t want Denki to find out that he loved him. That would be disastrous. He didn’t want to lose him from his life forever. So… He was content on just staying friends if it meant he kept the small little sunshine in his life for as long as he could. Though, he knew Denki would get bored of him eventually. Though, he really hoped he didn’t. Denki was the first person he truly ever liked like this. There were a few girls here and there, mainly Mina, and there were a few boys, mainly Midorya and Monoma, and he did have a crush on Jirou at some point, who he knows is non-binary.
So, he had crushes before… but nothing like this. The way he felt around Denki was… like his heart was constantly beating out of his chest. Like he was going to explode whenever their hand accidentally brushed together. Denki made him so so very happy. He wanted to hold the other in his arms forever and ever and never let go. Kind of like he was doing now.
Hitoshi blinks and his eyes shoot down to Denki as he feels the boy shift. He watched as he snuggled closer into his chest, though left his slight red and blotchy face from crying exposed. Even like that, he looked so pretty and just… perfect. Denki had a soft face but with a strong and defined jaw and high cheekbones. He had soft freckles darting across his pale cheeks that looked like little stars dancing all over his skin. Hitoshi just wanted to kiss every single freckle in his sight. It took all his might not to.
He just looked so… Peaceful. And cute. And god, it was torture to be this close to him. He knew he had to be strong though. He couldn’t ruin their friendship no matter how badly he wanted to kiss his soft-looking lips.
He needed to sleep… or else he was going to do something he regretted. So he just closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the rain that still poured outside. Usually, he liked thunder, but he had never been so glad that it had stopped a few hours ago at that point. He didn’t want Denki to wake up from his sleep in tears. He couldn’t bear to let Denki cry again.
Denki yawns softly as he felt light from the window pelt his face. It was so warm… And he felt warm. Was someone holding him? It felt like it… He slowly pulled his eyes open from the deep slumber he had been in and- HOLY SHIT HIS CRUSH WAS CUDDLING HIM-!
Denki’s face went red as he stared in utter shock at the predicament he was in at this point. He was completely cuddled up against Hitoshi’s chest with the other’s arms wrapped around him. Denki had his own arms wrapped around Hitoshi’s torso and even in his sleep had been clinging onto him. Oh shit, oh shit, this isn’t good… This is so not good! He probably knows! He was doomed! Dead! Might as well start digging his own grave now!
Denki was most definitely panicking in the other's arms. Then, he started thinking about it.
Hitoshi wasn’t a touchy-feely person. Not at all. He avoided it with most people and actively told people off for touching him without any warnings or permission. But he never did with Denki. Denki always would be touching him in some kind of way, because he IS a touchy-feely person. He likes the contact. And Hitoshi never ever pushed him away, when he would with anyone else.
Could he… possibly like him back? Denki couldn’t see Hitoshi doing something like this for literally anyone else, especially not staying and cuddling with them unless he liked them. God, Hitoshi liked him! He started to smile wide at his sudden realization, subtly snuggling back into his crushes chest as he relaxed.
Then his heart was going a mile a minute as said crush shifted and groaned a bit, showing that he was waking him. He slowly started to pull away from Hitoshi, now debating if this was all a misunderstanding in his head now that he had to face it head-on, but he couldn’t. Not because of himself, but because his sleepy crush had tightened his grip around him and pulled him closer. God, Denki knew he was red as a cherry right now.
“Don’t go…” Grumbled Hitoshi, still very much half asleep from what Denki could tell. Why was his morning scratchy sounding voice so hot?! That’s not fair! How can one human be cute and hot at the same time, it doesn’t make any sense. He was typically hot, and he was hot right now with his rigid jawline and pretty eyes, but right now he was also behaving so cutely that Denki just wanted to scoop him up and kiss him all over. The thought made his face heat up yet again.
“I’m not going…Never ‘Toshi.” Denki murmured as he settled back down, curling into Hitoshi’s chest. He could really stay like this forever… It was just so blissful and Hitoshi was so warm. Like he was Denki’s own personal heater that he could snuggle all night long. He wanted that so badly.
Soon enough though, Denki’s little wish of this lasting forever was probably going to come to an end as Hitoshi opened those beautiful purple eyes that just looked like a whole galaxy within his eyes. Denki could just get lost in those eyes all day… They were just so pretty.
“Denki? Hello?” At those words, he suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing Hitoshi had probably said something that he completely missed because of how lost he was. His face turned bright red. He probably looked like a cherry. Great.
“Sorry! What did you say?” Denki asked awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to just curl up and die right there. This was so embarrassing. Though, from what Denki could tell by the red tint on his cheeks, Hitoshi was just as embarrassed.
Hitoshi let out a small sigh and looked back and avoided looking into Denki’s eyes, which made Denki feel a twinge of fear… Maybe Hitoshi didn’t like him as he thought. Maybe that was just wishful thinking. There was no way he actually liked him back-
“I said that I was sorry, I just… Didn’t know what to do when I found you having a panic attack out in the rain so I took you in here and held you until you calmed down and I probably should have left and I just.. Sorry, I’ll let go.” Hitoshi rambled guilty, starting to pull away from Denki, but was immediately stopped by said blond with a wide shocked expression.
“No!” He squeaks, pulling Hitoshi back from letting go before his eyes widen and he blushes harder, his face turning bright red and letting go. He cleared his throat and looked away from Hitoshi's piercing purple eyes that just seemed to stare into his soul. “I mean… It’s… Okay. It’s completely okay. Thank you… For taking me in and calming me down… If you hadn’t I would have been out there a lot longer.” He murmurs quietly, pulling away from Hitoshi and sitting up in the bed, Hitoshi almost immediately following suit.
Now the two of them were just facing each other on the bed, both awkward and blushy and not knowing what to say at all.
“Of course… Anytime. I would have never left you out there… You needed help.” Hitoshi murmurs quietly, brushing their hands together gently before almost immediately pulling them back, almost like he had touched fire or something.
“Thanks… I… Hitoshi?”
“...Yeah?”
Denki gulps and clenches his hands together tightly as he looks down at the bed. Was he really going to do this? Confess? Ask him if he feels the same? Oh god, he was really gonna do this… Maybe he shouldn’t, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, maybe-
“Denki, are you okay?”
Hitoshi speaking caused Denki to snap his head up to look at him, noting how worried and concerned he looked. Well, at least he thinks he’s concerned. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes looked the Denki over with precision and care as he’d never seen him use with anyone else. The corners of his lips were tilted downward and his eyes creased a bit. God, why was he so cute.
“...Hitoshi, I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve liked you ever since the beginning of the year and tried getting over you by flirting and going out with other people but it never worked and I’m so sorry cause I know this will probably ruin our friendship but I really don’t want to lose you and I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this-” Denki stopped when he felt a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him. He immediately started to panic as he stared at Hitoshi with wide tear-filled eyes, feeling that he messed up really really bad.
“No, no, Denki don’t cry,” Hitoshi tried to soothe the other before he actually did start crying, tugging him into a tight hug. “I… I like you too. A lot. I promise you Denki… You’re not gonna lose me over this. I like you too.” Hitoshi says, swallowing and just holding on tightly.
Denki couldn’t help but let out a sob of relief as he immediately wrapped his arms tightly around the other. He liked him back! He liked him back… He was so so so happy, despite the tears that just kept streaming down his cheeks, he was over the moon. Though, from what Denki could tell in his little crying fit, Hitoshi didn’t realize they were happy tears.
“Oh, oh shit.. Denki, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t cry…” He tried to soothe, his voice soft and panicked and clearly showing his worry as he held him tighter, only pulling back to gently wipe the tears off his cheeks. Denki could help but let out a giggle at how soft and light his touches were.
“Toshi, I’m not made of glass!” He said wetly, trying to stop himself from crying more. He was just too god damn happy.
“But your crying! I’m sorry, I caused it, didn’t I? I’m so-” Denki couldn’t help it. He hated that the other kept apologizing. So, he did the only thing his high off of happiness brain could think of. He kissed him.
Denki placed his hands on Hiotshi’s cheeks mid apology and kissed him. It was sloppy and messy because he couldn’t exactly focus much though his tears, and he knew that. He expected Hitoshi to push him away, to yell at him for doing something like that without asking first, but to Denki’s utter surprise, he didn’t. Instead, the taller boy wrapped his arms around Denki’s waist and held him close, kissing him back. It was awkward and messy, but also really sweet and felt… right. It felt so right to kiss Hitoshi. Their lips fit together perfectly. It was just… The only word that Denki could come up with to describe it is-
“Wow…” Denki whispers when they pulled away, his eyes still shining with tears that contradicted his happy wide grin that had settled on his face. Hitoshi’s expression mirrored his own in a sense, though his smile wasn’t as big by a long shot.
“Yeah… Wow…” Hitoshi whispers back, seemingly completely in awe of what just happened. They both shared an awkward smile, though it was full of happiness.
“So… What… Should we do about all this?” Hitoshi murmurs, not at all pulling away from the close proximity the two were still in from their kiss.
“Well… I’m still tired, so I say we go back to sleeping and cuddling and discuss it in the morning?” Denki suggested as he moved to wrap his arms around Hitoshi’s torso, resting his head against the others’ strong chest.
“Hmmm…” Hitoshi hums in thought, causing his chest to vibrate and make Denki snuggle in more. Denki liked this way more than he’d ever admit… At least right now. He knew that in about a week he be shouting to the rooftops about how much he loved cuddling with this man in front of him.
“Well, one, it is morning, genius.” Hitoshi started, “And two, yeah, that sounds like a great plan.” Hitoshi seceded.
“Yay!” Denki cheered tiredly, his tears finally having dried. “Can we lay down now?” He asked, only to not wait for a response and tug the lavender haired boy in front of him down with him to the bed. Denki immediately snuggled into his chest again, his body crying the warmth that Hitoshi’s body just seemed to radiate. He was like a furnace!
Hitoshi only chuckled in reply, wrapping his arms around the smaller boys’ frame and holding him close.
“Goodnight, Toshi…”
“It’s morning, dumbass.”
“Whatever!” He giggles tiredly, letting himself slowly slip off.
Denki couldn’t be more thankful for that storm, even if he still fucking hated them with all his heart.
