Fluff, Romance, Confessions, Getting Together, Pro Heroes
Summary: Eager to escape the stress of daily life as pro heroes, Denki and Kyoka head to a karaoke bar. Utterly entranced by his beautiful companion, Denki decides to voice the feelings that he's been harboring for a long time.
It’s been a while since the zine came out, but I wrote this for a KamiJiro zine a while back, and I finally have the chance to post it. Enjoy some cute KamiJiro fluff <3
The puddles of rainwater splashed under their feet as Denki and Kyoka dashed down the sidewalk. They had their jackets pulled up over their heads to try and protect them from the steady rain pouring down from the cloudy, gray evening sky. The lights of the streetlamps and passing cars refracted off the raindrops and the slick sheen of water coating the sidewalk. Snatches of the light reflected off their damp hair, kaleidoscoping colors off the strands to paint rainbows into the strands. The soles of Denki’s shoes slid on the water as he came to a stop; he snickered as he pulled open the door of a building and pushed Kyoka inside. He all but tossed some bills onto the counter of the attendant, who just smiled in amusement as she watched the two teenagers shuffle to the back of the building.
“Denki, come on, do we really—?” The annoyance in Kyoka’s voice was tainted with laughter, unable to contain it as Denki eagerly dragged her down a hallway into a small room. It was a simple room with a tatami mat floor, a low-sitting table with four cushions seated around it, and a small plasma-screen television mounted on the wall above a small karaoke machine with two microphones. Denki bit down on his tongue as he scampered up to the microphones with glee. He snatched one up and pointed dramatically at Kyoka.
“Yes, my dear Kyoka!” he grinned. She stood in the threshold of the door, arms crossed and a demure smile playing over her lips. Her hip rested against the doorframe as she jutted it out, but no matter how much she wanted to pretend that she wasn’t interested, the gleam in her eyes betrayed her.
“When I said I wanted to go out to get away from the stress, this is not what I had in mind,” she said with raised eyebrows.
Denki continued sticking out the tip of his tongue, doing a little shimmy while holding the microphone. The cord bounced against his leg with rhythmic slaps, and as he turned around, it wrapped around his leg. He wobbled when it pulled taut, disbalancing him. Kyoka hid her mouth with her hand as she laughed quietly, prompting Denki to smile sheepishly and rub the back of his neck. He kicked his leg until the cord slipped off, then raked his fingers through his hair.
“Come on, Kyoka, you know you love to sing!” he said with an enticing wiggle of the microphone. More than that, though, Denki loved to hear her sing. Ever since their first year of high school when they’d performed at the school festival, he’d been enraptured by her angelic voice. He relished every chance he got to hear her sing, hence his scheme to drag her out to a karaoke bar on their Friday night jubilee.
Again, he wiggled the microphone, eyebrow creeping up his forehead. “You know you want to~”
Kyoka snorted, but the smile spreading across her face betrayed her. She pushed away from the door to saunter over and grab the microphone from him.
“You’re a deviant,” she said.
“Guilty as charged,” he snickered while whirling around to turn on the karaoke machine and television. The screen blazed to life, upbeat music pumping through the speakers as the karaoke machine’s home menu displayed in white letters against a pastel background with colorful music notes bouncing around. Denki picked up the remote to begin scrolling through the options, swinging his hips to the poppy tune. Kyoka waited patiently for him to choose something, swaying her shoulders ever-so-slightly to the beat.
Denki finally selected a song, a well-known anime anthem, and dropped the remote as the instrumental intro started playing. He danced in place next to Kyoka, purposefully bumping shoulders with her and making her laugh and shove back.
“Cut it out! You’re gonna throw me off my groove!” she cried, pushing into the side of his head. Denki ducked down with a laugh, but his teasing ended up backfiring as he missed the beginning of the song. Kyoka grinned triumphantly at him as she sang into the microphone, while he stumbled up and shakily jumped in, voice cracking a little. Smooth, he thought with an inward groan. Way to impress the girl, idiot!
Obviously, Denki and Kyoka were close. They’d grown closer across the course of high school, and still hung out regularly now that they were full-fledged heroes. Denki was grateful for her friendship, but he’d be remiss to say that he didn’t want to take things to another level. He was so in love with Kyoka it was ridiculous; he had been for years. However, Kyoka was just so beautiful, so sophisticated, so confident that Denki quailed every time he thought of confessing to her.
Even now, as she sang beautifully into the microphone while stepping to the beat, tossing her head so her raven hair swished around her shoulders, head tossed back and eyes closed in revelry—God, she was so beautiful that his heart ached. He watched her out of the corners of his eyes as he sang into the microphone. Her cheeks began to shine opaline pink with exertion and a thin layer of sweat. She opened her eyes to peer at him, dark eyes glinting like onyxes under the light of the fluorescents. Every day Denki thought that he couldn’t fall in love with her more than he already was, and yet moments like these proved him wrong each and every time.
“Ah, you’re right,” Kyoka exhaled when the song ended, playing with the ends of her purple-black hair and smiling at Denki. “I do love to sing.” She gazed at the screen with a content smile, then picked up the remote to choose the next song. Denki didn’t watch the scrolling song titles on the bright screen, but rather the simple motion of her pushing the buttons and how magical even that seemed to him.
“Kyoka?” he piped up suddenly. She hummed in response, her eyes flicking to him before back to the screen. Denki fidgeted in place, hands wringing into the still-damp fabric of his graphic tee.
At his nervous silence, she looked at him this time, head slightly tilted and eyes wide in curiosity.
“What is it, Denki?” she asked, setting down the remote and microphone and turning to him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay,” he nodded, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. He edged closer to her, continuing to wring wrinkles into the hem of his shirt. She stared at him quizzically, and the expression on her face almost made his courage fail—almost.
“Kyoka… I love to hear you sing.”
She blinked, seemingly confused by the sudden proclamation. As her lips parted to speak, he hurriedly waved a hand and spluttered, “W-wait, there’s more! It’s not just that, I… I love the way you smile because it lights up the whole room. I love when you laugh and the way you cover your mouth when you do it and the way your eyes scrunch up a little.” A blush crept up from Kyoka’s neck, dying her face a bright shade of carnation. “I love the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you’re nervous,” he added with a smile as she was doing just that, making her freeze and stare at him with owlish eyes.
He stepped forward, taking her arms by the wrists so he could pull her hands down and gently place them in his own. Her fingers twitched against his skin, nervous and trembling.
“I love everything about you, Kyoka. I have for a long time.” He dropped his head a little, bangs flopping into his eyes to hide the shake in his golden irises.
Kyoka swallowed thickly, licking her lips and running her thumbs over the skin of Denki’s palm. After a moment of silence, she tilted her head with a shy smile.
“I love you too, Denki.”
“Oh, man, that’s a relief,” he couldn’t help but say, sagging a little as all the tightly-wound muscles in his body relaxed at once. Kyoka giggled, and Denki gave her a bashful smile. “I was hoping you’d say that, otherwise I would have made a big fool of myself, huh?”
“Well, it’s not much different than what you do on a daily basis.”
“Ouch, that’s harsh,” he said with a pout.
Kyoka took advantage of him poking out his lips, diving forward to press a light, chaste kiss to his mouth. It was Denki’s turn to wear the owlish eyes, blowing wide like golden moons.
“I guess it’s lucky for you that I think big fools are cute,” Kyoka said cheekily, poking out her tongue a little.
Denki had to laugh despite her barb; she always had a way of making those little teases so endearing. While keeping eye contact with her, he lifted up her hands to press featherlight kisses across her knuckles. Kyoka’s face blazed bright red, turning darker with each flutter of his lips over her skin. Lucky for Denki, he had a knack for flustering her as payback for her cheeky jibes.
“All right, all right,” Kyoka said, pulling back her hands and holding them close to her chest and swaying back-and-forth shyly. “A girl can only take so much…”
“Whatsa matter? I can’t dote on my new girlfriend?” Denki asked, and Kyoka’s face turned a dark maroonish color. She turned away with a nervous groan when he skipped up to her and pressed a kiss into her temple. “All right, all right, I’m done for now,” he hummed and picked up the microphones again. “Now let’s hear some more of that angelic voice, yeah?” he said, wiggling them at her with raised eyebrows.
“You’re a deviant!” she said again, but snatched up the microphone anyway.
“Guilty as charged~” he said with a little prance, only to tangle himself up in the cord again. He smiled bashfully as Kyoka laughed, covering up her mouth again in that cute little gesture he adored. He wiggled out of the cord and leaned in to press another kiss to her cheek, loving the heat of her blush melting over his lips. Then they sang the night away, just two young twenty-somethings escaping the stress and head-over-heels in love.
Happy Easter everyone! And to celebrate I give you all of my bnha ships! As bunnies lol
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~Joy
