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Kaminari Denki was not stupid.
Many people would think so after watching him shock himself dumb, but he was not stupid. After all, you didn’t get into UA with only good looks.
The problem came after you discovered that everyone in his class, or everyone who managed to get in, were in fact, not stupid.
But he was one of the less intelligent there, and it was taking a tool on him; peeking around him, everyone was better than him, they were more.
Per example, you had Momo, one of the brightest girls in class as well as one of the prettiest, or Mina as well. Heck, he would go as far as to talk about Bakugou; while his attitude was shit, you couldn’t deny that he was smart.
[Maybe you could get into UA with only good looks, only Mineta broke that unspoken rule. ]
Or Iida Tenya.
God.
The first day he saw Iida Tenya, he had laughed at his robotic moves with Sero and Kirishima, he had listened to his conversation with the explosive blonde and he too, at first, thought that the blue-haired boy was a stuck up.
But things had changed fast.
Not a week after the hero classes started, he had already concluded that he was like a Greek sculpture.
Iida Tenya was a paradise, he had been his bisexual awakening.
His body was a sight to get lost on. If you started from top to bottom, the first thing you would notice was his strong jaw, so sharp that not even a diamond would be able to cut into it, his broad shoulders and strong defined arms were another something and the way the training shirt hung into his biceps and pectorals made his mouth water.
But the best thing came after; Kaminari was obsessed with his legs.
Those strong thighs he wished to be drown in. And it had only been one week after acknowledging his existence.
Of course, looks were not everything.
Iida was strict, something expected from someone whose brother was a successful hero, even with his friends; it only showed how much he really cared for them.
Kaminari guessed that due to his behavior, Iida had never had many friends as a kid and therefore, wanted to keep the ones he made as close as possible.
Maybe it was cruel to think like that, Kaminari didn’t care about that, but about the sweet smiles that Iida would direct in his friends’ direction every time they said something.
Those sweet smiles that made his face one hundred times better.
Kaminari wished that those hidden jewels [as only a few had been able to catch, not even Mina had managed ] were directed towards him, but he only received disapproving glares or scowls. Not that they made Iida uglier, far from it, he merely hated that the only thing that the blue haired boy would think about when looking at him would be ‘ problematic ’ or ‘ idiot ’.
Or even worse.
‘Pervert ’
People really got it twisted.
Yes, he thought that the girls in his class were gorgeous. He could go as far as to say that he worshiped them. However, he would not dare to say the same lewd things that Mineta said to them daily.
It was a common thought, to think that he shared the same thoughts that the perverted grape, except that it was quite the contrary. He liked to admire the coordination of their bodies, from an artist view of point (only he was not the artist but the curious admirer that enjoyed seeing beautiful things ).
If you went past his lewd comments, Mineta was not that bad.
Still, Kaminari hated to be seen as a pervert.
He started UA with high hopes, wishing hard to make more friends, learn and get a better hold on his quirk.
It looked like he was only doing the exact opposite.
His choice of friends made almost everyone disgusted of him, the high levels and the random pop quizzes left him with bad grades and the fact that he was always overusing his quirk to try and catch up with the rest…
He was falling behind.
And he hated it.
Kaminari gripped the white sheets between his fingers, knuckles white. The smell of antiseptics mixed with the faint smell of bleach and lemon made him dizzy.
He had won himself a trip to the infirmary again.
The reason?
His quirk.
Again.
Kaminari could swear that he had heard Recovery Girl comparing him to Midoriya, only he didn’t break his bones like they were twigs.
[Well, he didn’t even break his bones so… ]
The loneliness of the room crept into his bones, the negative thoughts swarming like bees to their queen.
He had tried to maintain his quirk at full power for extended periods of time, he had known the moment when he was supposed to stop but he had tested his limits and surpassed them. It was easy to control lower potency as much as he wanted but what he had tried to do in that class…
He had blacked out.
Nothing in his body hurt so maybe someone had caught him before touching the ground, or maybe Recovery Girl had already healed him instead of letting him rest in the bed as usual.
What he could not ignore was that someone had brought him there. He knew for a fact that it was not Aizawa because Mina would have been laughing at him for years, so it must had been one of his classmates or even one of the ‘Bakusquad’.
He never asked so he would never know, there were more important things in his brain at that moment.
Like the upcoming exams, the exams he would, most likely, fail.
His father had given him an earful after watching him embarrass himself in the Sports Festival.
‘If you can’t manage your quirk, at least get a hold on your grades. ’
He sighed. It was hard to rely on his memory when studying because he was basically frying his brain with his quirk. For God’s sake, he had to take an ungodly amount of pills to control the effects on the different parts of his brain.
He raised from his spot on the bed, the clothes clinging to his body with sweat.
‘Disgusting ’ thought, with a sneer on his face.
He still had to go the classroom to take his bag before going to the dorms to take a shower.
Looking at his phone, the colorful digits showed him that in truth it was only a few minutes past the end of classes.
He dragged his feet through the set of stairs, fatigue hanging on his shoulders.
God, he was tired of this shit.
Maybe being a hero was not his thing, he could work making support items or even powering things up. Was there a work that consisted in powering things up?
His last option was to become a sex worker, not the most desired job, but it could work. He didn’t consider himself pretty [even if he spent at least half of his day saying so, in the end you may end up believing your own lies, right? ] but at least he had a nice ass.
Chuckling to himself, he opened the door to the classroom, crashing into something hard in the process.
He raised his head up, meeting the red eyes of Iida Tenya.
Kaminari dropped his eyes to the floor, not wanting to receive another one of the ‘I’m disappointed in you ’ glares that he usually received. Going hastily to his seat, he pulled everything inside, taking his sweet time.
However, when he turned to the door, the blue-haired boy was still there, not having moved an inch.
Kaminari took a deep breath “I’m trying, okay? I’m fucking trying so don’t-” he interrupted himself, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “don’t say anything, please.”
He saw Iida open and close his mouth like a fish out of water from the corner of his eye as he exited the classroom.
He reached the dorms in record time.
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Iida was curious, he had always been; since he was a kid, he had always been asking questions and seeking out the answers. He didn’t want to know, he wanted to understand; he sought the ‘why’s ’ and ‘how's ’.
From a young age, he had always been attentive, catching on small details. So, he could see the way Kaminari looked at him from the other side of the room when they were changing. He just wanted to know why. He wanted to ask and get an answer, still, he knew for a fact that if he asked, there would not be one.
In his attempt to get an answer, he had started to observe the blonde boy. However, he only got more questions.
Why did Kaminari look so frustrated when he received the graded test?
Why did Kaminari force his quirk?
Did he know that so many trips to the infirmary were not good?
Many times, it was when he thought no one was looking, when Iida noticed those small things.
Why did he always look so sad?
Iida wanted to erase that expression of his face.
‘The smiles suit him better. ’
Every time they were training, he kept an eye close. He was the one who always brought him to the infirmary, although Kaminari didn’t seem to know that.
He had brought the blonde boy again to the infirmary, and he couldn’t help but to feel worried. That many times in there because you fried your brain couldn’t be safe, so Iida had waited for him in the class.
“Don’t say anything, please ”
The broken voice of the blonde had left him speechless.
And even more worried.
‘Why? ’
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‘Stupid! ’ Kaminari cursed himself.
It was after showering and taking a short nap that he realized his lost opportunity to talk with the blue haired boy.
He had been thinking about asking for some help to study and Iida had been his first option, as he couldn’t ask any of the girls, because they hated him, or the other boys, because they really thought he was stupid. However, he had thrown his opportunity out of the window by being rude to him.
Snuggling into his blankets, he stared with empty eyes into the black screen of his Twitter timeline. He wasn’t really paying attention to anything, more like scrolling his finger up and down and liking every post with a cat on it.
Two strong knocks interrupted his haze and Kaminari debated between feign being asleep or going to see who was at his door.
Finally, he walked to the door, and opened it, only to see Iida there.
Taking notice of his particular choice of clothes, the blue haired boy spoke “I’m sorry if I woke you up”
“I- I was not sleeping” clearing his throat, Kaminari fidgeted, “did you need something?”
“I wanted to check on you” concern showed in Iida’s eyes, “If you ever need help with something, please ask. It’s my duty as the Class Representative to assure that-”
“There is something” Kaminari felt sorry for cutting the other boy mid-sentence, “I wanted to ask you a favor.”
Startled by the interruption, Iida fiddled with his glasses, pushing them up a bit “I will see if I can be of any help”
“Could you tutor me?”
“What?” the question was like a jar of freezing water onto his shoulders; Iida would have never expected to be asked to tutor someone, less Kaminari Denki of all people. He knew that he was smart, but he doubted his abilities when it came to teaching other people.
“Could you -”
“No, I heard it clearly” Iida rubbed his temples, he had prepared himself mentally for every possible scenario except this one, a headache already brewing itself in his head, “but why?”
“I’m falling behind. It’s… really hard to focus and I don’t really know what to do” grabbing the hem of his shirt, gold met red, and Kaminari dropped into a ninety-degree bow, “please, Iida, tutor me.”
“Ah! Don’t bow!” clasping his hand around the blonde’s shoulder, he smiled slightly, “we can arrange a few sessions and see how it goes. I don’t mind that much; it might help me as well.”
Kaminari looked at him with doe eyes and smiled.
And, in that moment, Iida thought that it was like the sun itself had settled in the blonde’s lips for it brought warm into his body.
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Kaminari was sure that he had been wrong his whole life, he was almost 100% gay.
His grades had increased a lot, as well at the number of ‘sessions’ they had. [Kaminari would call them dates in his mind ]
The reason?
Kaminari could not stop staring at the strict boy in front of him, from the way that grey sweater with the UA logo hung onto his body or the way he flipped his hair when it reached his eyes. [ For Iida always met with him after showering and he didn’t bother to gel his hair.]
Or the way he bit onto the tip of his pencil when he encountered a complex math exercise, or the way he bit onto his lip when he tried to explain for the ninth time how to solve said complex equation.
A ninth time that would become a tenth time because Kaminari would spend the time staring at those lips.
There was no way that Iida had not noticed that, but Kaminari had not been called out yet, so he had kept staring.
He liked to watch how Iida would mindlessly munch into the different snacks that Kaminari had brought that he so adamantly had complained about the first time he had seen the blonde boy arrive with them in his hands.
In sort, he liked to watch Iida.
“… ari, Kaminari!” Iida’s voice brought him back to the world, “please, keep your mind on this! This is a really hard topic and the last thing you might want to do is… daydream or whatever you were doing!”
The blonde blushed hard “Sorry…”
“It’s okay, just…” the red eyed boy rubbed the bridge of his nose, straightening his glasses and tangling his hand between blue locks, “where did you get lost?”
“When you moved the x to the other side…” Kaminari fidgeted in his spot, not being able to calm the sudden movement of his right leg.
“Kaminari?”
The blonde hummed in answer.
“That was the second part of the equation” upon seeing the questioning face of Kaminari, Iida added, “to solve this equation you must follow another twelve steps.”
‘Oh, fuck! ’
“Oh” Kaminari cursed himself, the daydream had been worth it.
“Yeah, oh” setting the stacks of papers in the table, the midnight-haired boy locked eyes with him, “don’t be ashamed to stop me if you don’t understand something, I know I’m not the best teacher but if you don’t tell me, we can’t do much about it…”
Kaminari felt his heart clench a bit at the statement, Iida was a wonderful teacher, as well as extremely beautiful. It was truly not his fault if he usually got lost in the way Iida carried himself.
“Stop!” the blonde put an end to his ramble, “I have a sort span of attention, it’s not your fault!”
‘What?’
“What do you mean with that? ”
“Yeah, since I was young I had always had problems when trying to focus. You don’t even know how many tutors my parents paid for that resigned after only a few weeks trying to make me understand something. The doctor said it was something called ADHD” the blonde chuckled, “you have been the most successful one so far.”
Realization flashed across Iida’s eyes “That would explain many things… Did you bring that up with the rest of the teachers? They should know…”
“I don’t really know…” Kaminari looked pensive for a moment, only to smile at Iida again, “can you explain that problem again? I will take notes this time.”
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Kaminari felt defeated, he had really thought he was doing okay, but the red numbers on the sheet of paper in his hands proved him wrong.
It was a 49/100.
He was hanging from a tread, Aizawa had told him that due the momentary raise of his grades, he was safe, but if he kept up, he would be sent to remedial classes and his parents would be notified.
He didn’t care about the remedial classes; he was almost welcoming towards them. However, telling his parents was a whole different story, Kaminari was afraid of the reaction his father would have if he were to be contacted about his grades.
The golden-eyed boy suppressed a shiver, the fingers holding the paper turning white, almost breaking the thin sheet.
He felt at lost, not only he had let Iida down, but he had also made him lose his time.
With a defeated sigh, he made a ball with the graded exam and hastily shuffled it inside his bag. With slow steps, he made his way to his room, plopping headfirst into the mattress.
‘Maybe if I slept like this I will die in my sleep? ’ Groaning, he tried to erase such thought of his brain, now it was not the time to take a useless fixation like that.
He picked a bunch of clothes randomly at headed to the shower.
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The towel covered his damp hair, droplets of water falling from his bangs.
‘Or was it his tears ?’ He didn’t really care.
He brought his hand up and knocked a few times in Iida’s door, almost not expecting him to open it. [More like hoping, for the harsh decision he was going to make would probably hurt them both. ]
But fate was not on his side [ or maybe it was ] and Iida opened the door, greeting him inside, but Kaminari stayed in the threshold.
“I- I think we should drop the study sessions” Kaminari could not raise his head to meet Iida’s eyes, he was probably disappointed in him.
Iida was left speechless “What?”
“I’m sorry for making you spend your time, but…this-” He took a deep breath, “I don’t want you to lose your time, I’m sorry. Thank you for everything.”
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“…ing”
Iida didn’t have time before the door was closed in his nose.
‘What the hell did just happen? ’
Kaminari had been crying.
‘Shit ’ Iida ran a hand through his hair, grabbing hard a few strands of it.
He didn’t know what to do, he had seen the downfallen expression in Kaminari’s face when they were given the graded exams.
It had been an especially hard exam, he himself had only managed to get a 79 instead of his usual 90 or more. It wouldn’t have been surprising if almost half of the class had dropped their grades significantly.
Still, it seemed that Kaminari had taken it more heartly than the rest.
Sighing, he made his way towards the kitchen, it was dinner time.
Not everyone joined them in the table but Kaminari always liked to go there with the rest. So, when Iida realized that his favorite blonde had not stepped down to get dinner, he grew more worried.
He lingered in the kitchen a few more minutes, with the excuse of preparing himself a nice cup of tea, which he was, but Kaminari was still not showing up.
His worry was slowly turning into anger ‘Why had he said that he has wasting my time? I’m the one who has to decide that. ’
Huffing, he made his way to the blonde’s room, knocking harshly on it.
After not receiving an answer, he started to speak, everyone else was in the living-room, so there was no risk of someone eavesdropping on them “Kaminari, open the door, please.”
No answer.
“I assure you that you are not a waste of time, it doesn’t matter the grade you got. We can find other ways of studying…”
Still, no answer.
“Please, Kaminari, open the door” Iida was almost begging at that point.
He waited a few more minutes, he wanted to give the blonde space but he was also worried; Kaminari tended to take a dark turn sometimes if the expectations he set for himself were not met and Iida definitely was worried, he didn’t want him to make something he would later regret.
He muttered a small ‘please’ under his breath, resting his head in the door.
He felt his head stumble forward a bit as the door was opened, his favorite blonde stood there, staring at him.
[And he ought to stop using that nickname for him in his mind for one day he would say it out loud and he would regret it. ]
The broken expression on his face moved something inside Iida, a small frown setting itself in his eyebrows.
“Don’t look at me like that…” Kaminari’s voice was hoarse, “I know I’m a disappointment but I don’t need you to remind me that.”
“Kaminari…no” Iida moved forward, the weird urge to erase the broken expression of Kaminari’s face overcoming him. He extended his arms, catching the blonde in his embrace.
To Kaminari, it was his breaking point, grabbing a handful of his shirt, he pulled Iida closer. His tears spilled from his eyes, broken sobs echoing through the hallway.
“Come on, I’m here. Everything is going to be alright…” Iida moved them inside the room while moving circles on Kaminari’s back, closing the door with his feet, he doubted that the blonde would want anyone looking at him in his state.
He directed them towards the bed, where they took a seat.
“I-I always fail... It doesn’t matter how many times I try, it’s when I have hope when something comes a-and shatters it like is glass” broken sobs accompanied his wail, “a-and I feel so lost… I thought I had finally things under control…”
Iida shushed him, tracing his lips across the top of Kaminari’s head “We will find a way, we will. I’m not going to leave you, so don’t try to push me out.”
The blue haired boy didn’t know what had moved him to say those words, but he meant them. He felt the blonde going stiff in his arms, thin arms holding tighter around Iida’s waist.
“Thank you.” Kaminari let himself relax in the bigger boy’s hold.
They didn’t know how many hours had passed but at some point Kaminari had fallen asleep in the blue-haired boy arms.
A fond smile made his way onto Iida’s face. He tucked the golden eyed boy into bed and with feathery touches, waved a bit of hair out of Kaminari’s face. Sighing he raised from the bed, trying to make his way to the door but something stopped him. A hand tugged on his wrist, making him fall onto the bed again.
“Stay” a croaky voice spoke from under the blankets. Kaminari scooted to the side and raised the sheets and with pleading eyes, he looked at Iida, “please.”
Iida sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. He sat at the offered spot, removing his glasses, and letting them rest on the night table before laying down next to his favorite blonde and snuggling into the blankets.
Maybe it was the hour affecting him, or the previous events. Or maybe the apparent infatuation that he had with the blonde. But at that time, letting his arm wrap around the blonde’s waist, bringing him close into his chest seemed like the best idea in the whole universe.
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The sun filled the room through the blinds, reaching every single corner and Kaminari’s eyelids fluttered open and he groaned, snuggling closer into the warm pillow.
‘Pillow? ’ What Kaminari saw was definitely not a pillow, though he would have paid millions for one like that.
As he tried to sit, the arm around his waist tightened, making him crash with a hard chest.
“Go back to sleep…” the husky voice sent shivers down his spine, “It’s Saturday, we don’t have class…”
Kaminari felt into the embrace as if his bones had melted.
“Good boy...”
The hot breath in Kaminari’s ear sent shivers down his spine but it was when he felt lips tracing it’s outline that he felt like he was going to pass out, blood rushing to his cheeks in record time.
Kaminari wondered for a second if someone else knew this side of Iida. The fact that probably not even his friends did, made something flutter inside Kaminari.
Accepting his fate [that he was not going to complain about ] the blonde pushed his back further into the blue-haired boy embrace.
Maybe it was not so bad.
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They woke up a few hours later, tangled in a mix of limbs and blankets. Iida was the first one in waking up, the events of the last night coming to his brain. It had not been the deepest conversation he had ever had, but seeing the usually goofy boy so sad almost made him cry too.
Kaminari was nested on his arms, with his head resting on his bicep, facing him and partially hiding his face on his neck, the hot breath prickling at his sensitive skin.
Iida’s gaze traveled across what could be seen, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He picked some strands of hair that were covering the blonde’s face and gathered them behind his ear. It was then when he noticed the tiny piercings in his lobe, two black rings that were usually covered by hair.
He fiddled with them a bit, they were cold to the touch and extremely thin.
‘How do they not break? ’
“What are you doing?” the sleepy voice of Kaminari startled him.
Iida tucked his hand under the covers, letting it rest against Kaminari’s side, thumbs mindlessly tracing the bit of skin that had escaped the shirt “I didn’t know you had piercings.”
Kaminari propelled himself up a bit, letting his cheek rest in his hand “I got them as a bet” tilting his head a little, the strands of hair left them uncovered, “but I ended up becoming fond of them, didn’t have the heart to take them out.”
Iida hummed; his brain had short-circuited the moment Kaminari had started talking. The picture that the blonde portrayed was ethereal; the sun bathed his skin, giving it a soft glow, also catching his eyes and making the golden orbs even more bright that they usually were.
The fact that they had shared a bed and they were both talking normally instead of running like scared chickens made everything a hundred times better.
Kaminari was no fool, he had noticed the gentleness in the red-eyed boy face “Iida?”
“Can we do this again?” the words escaped his mouth before he could control them, as if possessed by an unknown force, Iida kept talking, “not the crying part, of course. But this was… nice? It’s okay if you don’t want, I respect your boundaries and…”
The blonde thought it was cute, the way Iida flushed under his gaze, stumbling trying to find the correct words. He couldn’t help but laugh, felling a little bad after watching the expression of a kicked puppy in the other’s face.
“It’s okay, Iida” he fidgeted with his earrings, a habit he acquired not long after getting them but which he had suppressed after entering the UA, “It was nice, I don’t mind doing it again.”
Iida’s breath caught in his throat, and he cursed himself. Was that what they called a ‘gay-panic ’?
“Okay…” the blue haired boy took a deep breath, “Okay… But can we do it in my room? My bed is bigger and I’m afraid that we are a bit cramped here. ”
Kaminari was shot an awkward smile and he couldn’t help but chuckle upon seeing that it was true; Iida’s feet surpassed the end of the bed and Kaminari himself was being pressed against the wall. [Not that he minded much. ]
“Okay” he laughed a bit, “now that we are here, could you check my exam? ‘teacher didn’t exactly point my errors.”
“Then, c’me on. Let’s get to it.”
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It turned out that one of the questions of the exam had not been corrected properly due to a distraction in the staff room.
[But that’s a story for another day. ]
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Kaminari furrowed his eyebrows, sweat tracking down his temple. The numbers seemed to move on their own, dancing on the exam page and his hands trembled with every breath he took, making it difficult for the pen to slide through the cellulose composition. He felt like there was something behind him, like long black tendrils were wrapping around his neck, preventing the right amount of oxygen of reaching his lungs. It made it hard for him to concentrate at the task at hand, but he couldn’t falter. Not now.
He had been pulling all-nighters for three days, trying to make sure that he understood every little thing that could appear in the sheet of paper, Kaminari probably would say that there was more caffeine in his body that water at this point.
And he understood the concepts!
The exercises were really easy (if you had in mind that he and Iida had been doing college-level exercises to get the point faster [ how did that work? Don’t ask] ). However, the problem resided in the fact that for some strange reason, every single letter and number was dancing around in the page.
It was a good thing, without a fact, that the printer they had in the staff room was an old one, because it pressed very hard when printing the ink which meant that it was easy for him to press his fingers into the black letters and feel instead of reading. Touching and feeling the numbers under his fingers made it easier for Kaminari to focus and read them properly.
But he was not breathing.
One look at his wristwatch made him realize that he had less time that he had expected.
‘If only the words would stay in place, dammit! ’
His right hand was trembling so much that he had to grab it with his left to assure that it would not make any unnecessary traces in the sheets.
It was unnerving, really.
His right leg twitched in place. Once, twice, thrice, before blowing into a constant twitching. Up and down so hard that Kaminari thought that he could end up hitting his knee with the table.
By this point, it wouldn’t surprise him if the teacher called him out for it.
As he scribbled the las solution, the bell rang, and with a content sigh, Kaminari all but slammed his pen in the desk.
Luckily for him, it was the last class of the day, hero training having been cut off due to the exams.
Which meant that he could be able to finally sleep more than five hours. And if he played it well, maybe he would be able to crash in Iida’s bed.
The teacher dismissed the class, and Kaminari picked his things hastily, making a direct line towards his room.
Changing from his uniform into some grey sweatpants (having showered between these actions, of course) and a baby yellow tank top, he pulled his hair into a bun, strands of hair falling into his face.
He went to the kitchen, picking the leftover pizza of the night before and engulfing it like there was no tomorrow.
“Dude, that was fast! ” his red-haired friend arrived to the kitchen, still in his uniform, “and you also got time to shower? Dude…”
Kaminari raised his head, his mouth full of barbecue pizza. He swallowed before talking “I had had like eight cups of coffee in the last twelve hours.”
His knee resumed its twitching, making it look like he was bouncing it and the blonde sat into the counter, trying to mask the tic.
“Bro… that’s like, not the best thing you could do…” concern washed over Kirishima’s eyes, “You are going to crash, and like, hard. Not manly it all”
“I know.” Kaminari chuckled, gripping his hands into the counter with a white-knuckle hold, “hopefully I have a good plan…”
Mina entered the kitchen, a teasing smile on her face “Does it involve a certain blue-haired Class Rep and his bed?”
“Mina!” Kaminari blushed as red as Kirishima’s hair, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
And Kaminari really hoped they didn’t know what they were talking about, he hoped that it was just a joke, they didn’t know that if he was meeting up with Iida it was only to study [because the part when they got tired and stared into each other eyes until one of them talked about sleeping or went directly to the bed is something they didn’t need to know. ]
“Sweetheart… do you think I am stupid?” Mina flipped her hair, “I saw you both. I like it, you are really cute like that, hanging onto his shirt and brushing your lips in his ears and…”
“MINA!” Kaminari shouted, launching himself at her to try to stop the words that were coming out of her mouth. “SHUT UP!”
They fell to the ground wrestling while Kirishima laughed at them. He too had watched one the little episodes between Kaminari and Iida in the corridor, but he was not going to say anything about it.
‘It was not that much ’ thought Kaminari.
In fact, it had been three days prior, just before the blonde gulped down a month worth of coffee. He had exited Iida’s room after one of their study sessions, even when part of that session had been more like Iida pushing his confidence up, for what Kaminari was grateful.
Kaminari had felt so confident in himself that he had made a bet with Iida, if he obtained more than an eighty, Iida would have to do what Kaminari wanted and if he got less than an eighty, he had to do what Iida said.
The thing was that he had said so by grabbing a fist of his shirt and bringing it down to his height to whisper the bet in Iida’s ear. It was a part of a little game that had going on since they slept together for the first time. They taunted each other constantly, hoping to get a reaction from the other.
And Kaminari had done that, when he had dropped his hand, he had let it linger a bit in Iida’s broad chest, being able to feel the fast beats of his heart.
It had been perfect.
But now the moment had shattered because someone else had seen them, and not only someone. If Mina knew, there were high chances of all the girls in the dorms knowing as well and while his relationship with them had improved a bit, he was not comfortable with them knowing. What bothered him were the soon-to-be not-so-discrete glances in his direction.
In his wrestling with Mina, he had ended splayed in the floor, like a starfish. He had stopped giving her his attention the moment he realized that their secret was probably out. Apart from that, it seemed that his caffeine high was ending and now it was all coming down.
“Bro?”
“Hm?”
“Are you okay?” Kirishima asked him, Mina already by his side.
“The caffeine is wearing off” Kaminari tried to sit, only to fall to the floor with a thud, “I can’t move. I won’t move, I'm going to sleep here.”
A new figure appeared on the scene, having heard what he said. Mina and Kirishima left in that moment, mischievous glances being shared between them.
“Kaminari?” Iida’s voice entered his ears like music.
Kaminari hummed again, his eyes were closing against his own.
“Do you need help to go to your room?” Kaminari pried his eyes open to find Iida crunched down at his side, close enough that if he moved his head a bit to the left, he would be able to touch Iida’s hand.
It was then, maybe, when Kaminari realized that Iida’s eyes were like rubies, shining hidden jewels.
‘His eyes are so pretty… ’
Iida seemed to blush.
‘Woah, is he a telepath? But wasn’t his quirk engines? ’
Iida chuckled, ignoring the admiring ‘woah’ that came from Kaminari’s lips when he did so “You are talking out loud, Kaminari.”
The blonde blushed, this time keeping his lips shut.
“Now come on, I’m carrying you to the bed”
With little next to no effort, Iida lifted Kaminari up princess style.
“Can it be yours?” Kaminari shivered a bit, snuggling into Iida’s chest.
The blue-haired boy stiffened under his touch “Yeah, don’t worry” he cleared his throat, feeling his face heating up.
Carrying Kaminari was not making things easy for him, his face was turning crimson, and with every step he took, Kaminari snuggled more into him.
By the time Iida reached his door, Kaminari’s head had reached the crook of his neck, where it rested.
“Kaminari?" the blonde hummed in answer, “I need to drop you; I can’t open the door.”
The ruby eyed boy set Kaminari carefully on the floor, passing an arm around his waist after watching him wobble.
Iida prayed that no one had seen them like that, if the class started teasing, he would not be able to stand it… It was hard enough to handle Kaminari’s teasing alone, there was no needed to add more needless teasing to the mix.
“Come on” moving his hand to the small of Kaminari’s back, he pushed him a bit, maybe letting his hand stay there a bit longer than needed.
Iida locked eyes with Kaminari, and a small smile tugged at his lips. The blonde was looking at him with an awestruck expression on his face, red slowly pooling into his cheeks.
‘Cute’ Iida blushed at his own thoughts.
“Can I have your sweater?” the blunt question escaped Kaminari’s lips before he could stop it.
“W-what?” the blue haired boy turned even more red, “Yeah… I mean- Of course. Pick the one you like the most, but not the blue one of Ingenium.”
“Why?” Kaminari was already surfing through his sweaters.
“It’s my brother’s” Iida chuckled at the small ‘oh’ that escaped Kaminari’s lips, “If you are going to use a sweater, at least let it be mine.”
Iida watched with satisfaction how Kaminari’s eyes widened. Going through his own wardrobe, Iida picked the standard crimson sweater with the UA logo on it and handed it to Kaminari “Here, take this one”
[If you asked Iida, he would deny having muttered a ‘holy shit’ under his breath when he saw Kaminari with the oversized sweater. He hadn't cursed, he didn’t curse. ]
Kaminari almost like fled onto the bed. He fell asleep not five minutes after, but he could have sworn that he felt fingers stroking his hair, dare he think lovingly, at some point.
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The blue-haired boy couldn't help but smile at the smaller boy in his arms.
After showering and successfully avoiding the teasing smiles that Mina had sent his way when he had gone to the kitchen to get some snacks to eat later with Kaminari, he had gone back to his room.
The sight of the blonde snuggled in his crimson sweatshirt had made him smile like an idiot, he had dropped the snacks immediately and almost ran into his bed to join his favorite blonde.
It had been sweet, the way that Kaminari had immediately gone to him, almost slamming into his chest. Iida would have thought that the blonde had been awake had it not been for the soft snores that were escaping the blonde's lips and the fact that they had slept like this many times before and he knew when the boy was faking being asleep.
He had wrapped his arms around his smaller waist not a second after and before he could comprehend what he was doing, his left hand had gone into the soft golden locks. He had caressed his hair, taking in sight the soft smile that had appeared in Kaminari's lips not long after.
Being like this with the blonde had made Iida question a few things about himself; he had long realized that the blonde was attracted to him, and he was okay with that, he was attracted to the blonde too.
It had taken him a long time to understand this and finally accept it. He remembered talking to his brother at 3 a.m. asking him if he had ever felt attracted towards someone of his same genre and if it was normal.
After much pondering and surfing through different post on the internet, he had come to the painful conclusion that he was just being an idiot. That what he was, was called being gay, and he was not the only man on the face on the earth who was like him. [His own brother coming out as bisexual had been a surprise though, but he was not one to talk.]
It had been after that realization that he had started to fully enjoy the little meetings with Kaminari Denki. He had seen the way that Kaminari looked at his lips when he talked or when he gulped down water after talking non-stop. He had understood the meaning behind the sneaky glances when he turned around to catch a book from his shelves.
And God, he had enjoyed them.
He found his ego being busted when Kaminari found himself biting his lip when looking at him, he had even left his hair messily just to see the crimson dust in his little friend's face. He had enjoyed the glances that had been sent his way when he removed his sweatshirt, always making sure to show a bit of skin. [Partially when Kaminari was doing incredibly well in their study sessions. ]
He also enjoyed the fact that he could let himself be when Kaminari was around; he didn’t judge him when his robotic tics appeared, nor when he dwelled into long speeches about whatever topic they had been discussing, he only received soft smiles and questions. Because for all everyone liked to say, when Kaminari focused, he did it hard (he was the only one being able to catch the mumbling of Midoriya), and the blonde liked to listen to hi[m]s rambles, paying attention and keeping the conversation going, not singling him out or asking him to shut up.
Iida knew that they could be together, the spark was there. But he didn't want to ruin anything, he cherished their friendship and would rather have it than nothing it all.
So, he secretly enjoyed everything he could, like the feeling of Kaminari's hair in his fingers or the soft smile that always graced Kaminari's lips when he looked at him.
Sighing, the blue-haired boy stopped his thoughts, if he kept on, he would start to wander towards sad thoughts, and it was not time for that, he wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted.
Removing himself from the bed, he quickly picked up one of his latest books, and went into bed with Kaminari again, the blonde boy snuggling into him when he felt the warm body at his side again.
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The blonde boy didn't know how many hours he had been asleep, but the warm body pressed against him was probably the reason as to why he had fallen asleep that quick. He was not going to complain.
He dared to risk a glance at the other boy next to him and he couldn't help but to giggle at the image. The blue haired boy had fallen asleep with a book in his hands, his glasses slowly sliding down his face. Kaminari caught them quickly before they could wake Iida up.
As always, a small smile took place in his face, he couldn't help it.
How wrong he had been when he had met the bigger boy... Either way, he was happy that he was able to share moments like this with him. [Because he supposed he was the only one doing this with him, he could not picture Midoriya or Ochako doing the same; those two together, maybe, but not with his blueberry. ]
Getting up of the bed carefully, he left his spot. He spotted the snacks carefully organized in Iida's table and smiled again.
'How sweet of him... '
However, the hour in the clock of the wall told him that it was pretty late already. Clearly no time to be eating snacks, if not, they should be eating a proper meal.
He left a quick note next to the boy's glasses and exited the room, decided to make them dinner.
Grabbing his Pikachu-themed speaker (it even has the ears and tail! ), Kaminari surfed through his phone, trying to find the perfect recipe to make. He was feeling like having something non-Japanese, he wanted to celebrate having left an exam with such high-hopes and if he ended up getting a low grade, then it would be a well-done-try-harder-next-time kind of meal.
‘Maybe I could make quesadillas? Cheese and bacon filled? ’ With a content smile, he pressed play and started to prepare everything while the music filled the air.
And that was how his friends found him.
“AND GOOD FOR YOU, YOU LOOK HAPPY AND HEALTHY NOT ME, IF YOU EVER CARED TO ASK-” Kaminari danced around in the kitchen, his voice breaking every now and then, screaming the lyrics did that to you sometimes, “I’VE LOST MY MIND, I’VE SPENT THE NIGHTS CRYING ON THE FLOOR OF MY BATHROOM-”
The blonde boy turned around and let out a high-pitched ‘yep’, not expecting to see his friends looking at him like he was the newest addition to the zoo, the trash he had picked up to drop into a bag scattering through the air.
“Darling…” Mina started, concern clear in her eyes, “Did you two have fight? You know you can talk to me about everything.”
Kaminari stared dumbly at one of his best friends, barely being able to mutter a small ‘what?’, his tired brain struggling to catch up to what she was implying.
“The fucking song, dumbass” surprisingly, it was Bakugou who spoke, followed up by Kirishima, “Why are you listening to a break up song, dude?”
“It’s catchy” was Kaminari’s reply.
“Are you sure?” Mina continued pressing, “If it’s boy problems I'm your best choice, I promise I won’t maul him after you tell me what he’s done.”
Face red, Kaminari spluttered, crazily making a cross with his arms “I just like the song, I swear!”
The rest of group was left with no words; apparently, they hadn’t known about his attraction to men. Not that the blonde minded, he didn’t care if people knew, but he wasn’t going to scream it to the world either.
“So, you like dick” Sero broke the silence, teasing smile on his face, leave it to him to break the ice, “Damn, I should have known, you give off mild bisexual vibes. I guess this is the answer.”
Before anyone could say anything, a new voice spoke from the kitchen table, surprising everyone because where the fuck did he come from, holy shit!
“And what’s wrong about liking dick” said Mineta, taking a loud sip of his juice pouch.
“Woah dude” answered Sero “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to be the one to say that, grape-boy” said Mina, a warning edge in her voice.
“I mean…” the purple-haired boy trailed, suddenly finding the table to be the most interesting thing in the room, “When I say I like girls, I mean it and some girls also have a dick, sometimes they get rid of it, oftentimes they don’t, it’s okay either way, it’s just no one's place to judge it. Girls are girls.”
“That’s...” Mina spoke, almost speechless, “a really open-minded thing for you to say.”
“I mean, I can’t understand it. When you have all those boobs and the thighs... ” said Mineta, hastily cleaning the drool of his mouth with his hand, “I don’t get how someone would overlook that, but it’s okay, just shows how bad your taste is. Plus, more girls for me.”
With a nonchalant shrug, the grape-haired boy threw the empty juice pouch in the trash-can, leaving the surprised group behind.
Meanwhile, Kaminari had picked up the two plates, his favorite blueberry should have started to wake up by now. He tried to make as little sound as possible, but as much as he tried, he still found himself under the inquisitive glare of Bakugou.
“Who the fuck is that for, dunce-face?” the angry boy ™ spat, “because I know for fucking sure that you don’t eat that much food.”
The blonde flinched at the nickname, he had earned it at the start of the year and there was no way to get rid of it, he had tried. Speaking up, he answered “What do you mean? This is for me.” Upon watching the increasing angry scowl in the other’s face, he quickly added “I’m hungry and waiting for the test grades makes me anxious, thus food.”
Trying to avoid a –pointless but sure- confrontation, he let escape a quick‘goodbye’ before making a run for the third floor, taking the stairs instead of the elevator in his haste.
In the kitchen, Mina and Kirishima shared a glance and said at the same time “Iida.” The sweater Kaminari had been wearing was Iida’s for sure.
“Wait, what do you mean with that? No, don’t laugh!” questioned Sero.
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If you asked Iida Tenya, he would tell you that this was the perfect way of waking up, with fingers carding through his hair and his favorite blonde smiling at him. His heart fluttered at the thought, he really ought to stop using that way to think about Kaminari, not that it wasn’t true, he was, but one day he would say it aloud and he didn’t know if he would regret it.
“Come on, sleepy head, I made us food!” said Kaminari, a proud smile adorning his face.
The blue-haired boy couldn’t help but to smile as well, the happiness of the blonde being contagious “Thank you, I'm sure it tastes amazing.”
‘Did I say something wrong? ’ thought Iida, watching the surprised expression of the blonde upon hearing his words.
Kaminari quickly turned his surprise into a small, soft smile, fidgeting with a strand of hair as he finished setting everything in Iida’s desk “Thanks… but wait until you try it, it could taste horribly wrong.”
Iida drank the sight of the smaller boy biting his lip, conveying it onto his brain.
‘God, how can someone be this beautiful? It should be illegal. What are you doing to me?’ he thought, his throat suddenly dry.
In the end, he had been right, the quesadillas had tasted amazingly, but Iida had other things in his mind, them being the bet he had been forced to accept with Kaminari because there was no way that he could have refused when his favorite blonde had been whispering the conditions in his hear .
“Say…” he started, clearing his throat, “have you thought about what you want if you win the bet?”
Bringing his fingers to his ear to fiddle with the small loops, Kaminari feigned thinking about it, watching with amusement the growing curiosity in the other boy’s face, “Yep”
“What is it?”
“Nope” Kaminari answered, picking up the dirty plates and silverware, “you only get to know when I win.”
“Hey!” the blue-haired boy raised from his seat, playfully trying to catch the golden-eyed boy.
“Nope-” Kaminari laughed, joy filling him completely, “Goodnight, sweetheart, dream about me!”
‘What? ’ the blue-haired boy was left there, in the middle of his room, watching the door close loudly and wondering if his ears had deceived him, blush rapidly covering his cheeks.
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‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’tthinkaboutit ’ Kaminari tried to keep the goofy smile in his face, his red-stained cheeks betraying the action.
But he couldn’t help but think how handsome Iida had looked with the blush on his face and he wondered if the adoration he had seen in his eyes had been real or something his brain had made up to keep him happy.
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‘Y E S! ’ Kaminari trembled in excitement in his seat, he hadn’t won the bet, but he had managed to get a 75/100 and he was allowed to feel happy about it, dammit!
Even Aizawa was looking at him, a smile on his face (more like the corners of his mouth had twitched upwards for a millisecond, but that was a whole ass smile in his book), a small nod of acknowledgement directed his way.
He couldn’t wait to show the results to his favorite blueberry, the bet be damned, they had to celebrate.
In his eagerness, the classes passed in a breeze and he barely payed attention to what happened around him.
Just before exiting the classroom, his homeroom teacher called out for him, “I don’t know how you managed to raise your grades, but whatever you are doing, keep it up. Good work, Kaminari.”
“Yes, sir!” Kaminari almost but fled to his room, almost forgetting to take a shower.
He now stood in front of his favorite blueberry’s door, waiting with anticipation for him to open the door. As much as other people liked to talk, he was polite and didn’t barge into other people’s room unannounced.
The soft ‘come in ’ gave him the clue he needed and he almost but took the door out of his hinges with the strength he used to open it. His enthusiasm was cut short upon seeing Midoriya and Uraraka already in the room, awkwardness filling him, he had not prepared for this confrontation, he wasn’t ready, not yet.
“Anyways, we are leaving” said Uraraka all of a sudden, grabbing Midoriya’s wrist and hauling him after her, “Deku promised to help me fix something in my room and I would like it fixed before tonight.”
“But we just arrived” complained Midoriya, paling upon watching the –rather scary- glare that Uraraka sent his way, “Yeah, you are right, don’t mind me…”
‘Oh, she knows. ’ thought both, Iida and Kaminari, at the same time.
The door closed before any of them had a chance to listen to the mumbling of Midoriya, and both teens shared an uncertain glance, their cheeks turning red upon realizing that they had been staring at each other longer than what society had established as ‘long enough ’.
Clearing his throat, Kaminari took a seat in the floor, in front of Iida, who was seated in the chair. “Look, look! It’s one of the best grades I have gotten so far! I owe you so much at this point…”
Joy tripled in his body and the blonde boy found himself on his knees, sliding between Iida’s legs and hugging the life out of his waist, not caring a single bit about the inappropriate position they had ended up in.
“You can’t begin to understand how much this means to me, I'm really grateful for everything you are doing for me” muttered the golden-eyed boy against the thin fabric that was the shirt that Iida wore and raising his head to give the other boy a one-thousand-worth smile.
A hand patted the top of his head lightly and the blonde felt a soft kiss being placed on it, making his heart stop for a second before it started beating madly. The midnight-haired boy only did that when he thought Kaminari was asleep, he had even closed his eyes with the action and-
‘Holy shit, I want to kiss him ’ blushing hard at his mind, the golden-eyed boy smiled wildly, praying that the boy he was still hugging hadn’t noticed his almost slip-up.
“I’m proud of you” said Iida, his eyes softening at the blinding smile that was being directed his way.
Taking his seat again, the blonde boy tried to mask the disappointment he felt upon having to let the other boy go, “So, what did you get?”
“100/100” answered the engine boy, raising his eyebrow daringly. “I think I won.”
“Ah, damn!” moaned Kaminari, “I knew I couldn’t beat you, I still had hopes, though. So, what do you want, Class Rep? What can this humble boy do for your grace?”
Maybe it had been the way the words had been uttered, or the way the blonde had let his body fall completely to the floor, but Iida found himself staring hard at Kaminari’s form, something strange pooling in his gut. The way that Kaminari’s throat had gobbled doing nothing to erase the feeling.
“I want you to call me Tenya” his deep voice broke the silence and he watched with satisfaction how Kaminari’s eyes widened, his cheeks turning red.
“I will do it” the blonde countered, “but I want you to call me Denki.”
‘You devil… ’ “Okay” he accepted, but how could he not? He had tried to mentalize himself of the possibility of his favorite blonde not wanting to use his first name, deep down he knew the blonde would do it, but he had not expected to be asked to do the same.
And don’t get him wrong, he would use it; it had come as a nice surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.
They spent the rest of the afternoon comparing their answers and then lazing around in Iida’s bed. The taller of the two had his back pressed to the wall, book in his right hand while his left hand traced lazy circles in the blonde’s back, said boy was seated comfortably between Iida’s legs, snuggling into his chest and reading along with Iida.
The comfy atmosphere only being interrupted by the deafening chime of the alarm that Kaminari had set up previously.
Groaning, the blonde let himself fall on top of the red-eyed boy, knocking the book out of his hand.
“Hey! Try to be more careful K- Denki!” the blue-haired boy buried his fingers in Kaminari’s side, tickling him mercilessly, “I don’t know where I left it!”
Kaminari struggled in his hold, laugh escaping his lips between soft pants “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Page 394, you were in page 394!”
The fingers in his sides stilled and golden met red “You memorized the page?”
“I read digitally and the software almost always lags, I have to memorize the page I'm in” Kaminari laughed at the shocked expression on Iida’s face, “It’s second nature at this point.”
“Anyways, I should go, I promised Mina that I would join her in her ‘girls’ night’ with Jirou and Kirishima…” the blonde trailed, his words losing power as he stared into the red eyes of his crush, there was something in them that made him addicted to the blue-haired boy glare.
Unbeknown to him, his hands had grown a mind on its own, and Kaminari found himself softly caressing Iida’s cheek, who in return, picked the hand on his face and turned it to his lips, delivering a simple kiss to the palm.
The blonde found himself inching closer and closer, until their lips were mere centimeters apart, anticipation hanging in the air.
‘Not yet ’ thought the blonde, smiling softly at the boy he had ended up straddling. Grabbing Iida’s face between his hands, he instead delivered a kiss to the corner of his mouth, letting his lips linger on the spot.
“I have to go” he said, “See you tomorrow, Tenya?”
“I- yeah, of course” the blue-haired boy watched his favorite blonde leave, the sudden urge to drown himself under the cold spray of the shower filling him.
‘We almost- God, what are you doing to me, Denki? ’ groaned Iida, covering his face with his hands.
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“But do you want to?” pressed Mina, her curls bouncing in the air as she turned her hair in his direction.
“God, Mina, of course I want to!” Kaminari hugged his Pikachu plushie [that Tenya had gifted him because he said it had reminded him of the bolt in his hair ] “It just… it doesn’t feel like it’s the right moment, you know. I don’t think it has to be some cliché scenario, but it has to feel right!”
“But you were about to kiss him” Kirishima spoke, raising his hands in a placating manner upon receiving a heated glare from the blonde, “Hey! That’s what you said!”
Groaning, the golden-eyed boy tried to hide his face with the plushie. His mind was going in circles; he had wanted to, and Iida as well, he had seen it in his face, the nervousness and the raw want in his eyes.
But it hadn’t felt right.
He grabbed the plushie and brought it to his face [trying not to focus on the lingering smell of tangerines that usually followed his blueberry ] and screamed. Mina tried to comfort him, patting his back softly and he couldn’t help but compare the touches to the apparent loving way in which Iida caressed his back and God why can’t I stop thinking about him, please stop!
“I should go to my room” he said weakly, “I want to sleep, my mind is going overdrive, that’s the only way to shut it off.”
“Are you going to be okay?” asked Mina, concern clear in her eyes.
“Yeah, I just-” the blonde trailed, trying to find the perfect way to express what he was feeling, “tomorrow I will bounce back, don’t worry much!”
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Disbelief filled his bones.
‘Is this real? I’m pretty sure this is not mine ’ he thought, the name in the sheet of paper staring mockingly at him, proving that it was, in fact, his exam.
‘There must be an error ’ but the shinning smile and the thumbs up he received when he stared at his English teacher told him otherwise.
He went through the motions like a puppet, as if someone were to be controlling his body in his place. Nothing that he did seemed like his actions, it felt the same as if he were to be under Shinsou’s quirk.
He was sure that he was worrying his friends, he had even seen worry in Aizawa’s eyes, and that man was almost impossible to get a reaction from. But he couldn’t take the control back, he didn’t want to; he was still trying to process the red number in the paper which had to be his because they shared name.
It also felt like one of the longest days he had ever lived through in his life.
When he finally snaped out of it, it was to the overly worried eyes of his favorite blueberry.
He found himself in borrowed clothes, the size telling him that the owner was sitting mere centimeters apart from him. Touching his hair, he found it wet, he also discovered that he had a towel draped over his head and that Iida was carefully ruffling it dry.
‘When did I shower? ’ he was sure he had done so, he was hoping that no one had needed to help him with that task, he would die of embarrassment. Still, if he focused enough, he could hear how his blueberry had talked him out of the shower and had given him clothes.
“A 120” his raspy voice filled the air and Iida’s gaze snapped to his with such intensity that Kaminari found himself breathless.
“What?” the hands arranging his hair stilled.
“I’ve got a 120” Kaminari let the breath he had seemed to be keeping in the whole day, out “out of 100.”
Shuffling a bit closer, the blonde repeated his previous words, “I’ve got a 120/100, Tenya. Me, a 120/100. You told me to start looking up the shows and news in English, and I did. Present Mic was so amazed by my essay that he gave a 120 out of 100. A 120/100.”
“But… that’s good?” Upon watching the confused look on his favorite blonde’s face, he pressed, “Denki, you disassociated the whole morning, nothing we said got to you. Kirishima had to get me because you wouldn’t leave the shower.”
“I-” the blonde swallowed hard, “My mind is still trying to process it; I can’t believe it.”
“You did it, Denki, you should be proud of yourself” Iida smiled at him, “I am, for sure. You did good, Denki, really good.”
Realization finally dawned on him, and tears started to form in his eyes “I did it... I fucking did it!”
Iida didn’t have it in himself to nag the other boy about cursing, the joy was so contagious that he might as well had cursed with Kaminari. Instead, he used his thumb to wipe the tears out of Kaminari’s eyes, even if they were of pure happiness, Iida liked Kaminari’s face clean of tears.
The world spun for a moment and Iida found himself with an armful of Kaminari, thin arms tightening around his neck and he hugged the blonde boy back, burrowing his face in the golden strands, inhaling the soft scent of the rain before a thunderstorm that accompanied the boy in his arms.
The blonde propelled himself up, his hands fisted in the V-necked shirt of the blue-haired boy while his thighs straddled the other’s waist.
Iida drank the sight as if he had been traveling through the desert for a week with no water at hand, from the way the blonde loomed over him to the way the shirt he had given him hung loosely from his body. The muscles in his stomach twitched as the fists in his shirt tightened and he tried to get his mind out of the fact that the thighs around his waist seemed to be tightening as well. It was torture, some twisted pleasurable kind of torture.
Still, he found himself raising his hand to caress Kaminari’s cheek, letting his thumb trace the outline of his lips.
‘Is this too forward? ’ he wondered, but he couldn’t stop his hand, instead letting it tangle in the soft strands of golden hair at the nape of Kaminari’s neck.
Time seemed to still as the blonde let himself be guided by the hand in his hair, his hands needing to leave the hold on the shirt to cage the head of the blue-haired boy. A few seconds of hesitation from the red-eyed wonder under him were all that Kaminari needed to finally do what they both were desiring, to finally let their lips met.
Their inexperience showed, the sloppy kiss quickly depriving them from the much-needed air. The soft exhales of air tickled each other’s lips and all it took was one second before they were hungrily kissing each other again.
It showed that one of them was a genius, for Iida found the rhythm fast and soon was moving his lips expertly, making Kaminari gasp his name between breaths.
“Gods you are perfect” muttered Iida under his breath, leaving a trail of kisses on the blonde’s neck, “You don’t know how much time I had been waiting for this, God.”
Sparks seemed to fly as their lips collided again, the blue-haired boy letting his hands travel down Kaminari’s torso, stopping at his hips.
The sudden need to get an important message out of his chest made Iida sit, forcing the blonde to slide down onto his lap, red filling both of their faces.
“I like you” hoarse voice muttered out the words, “I like you a lot, Denki.”
The blond stiffened before smiling widely “I like you too, Tenya. Maybe we could go out sometimes, dates and such.”
“Yeah, fine by me” said the blue-haired boy, breathless, before attacking Kaminari’s lips again.
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Saturday afternoon and the common room was filled with chatter, groups sharing the space calmly, not caring about what the other groups said.
That’s it, until the doors opened and Kaminari entered the space, his hand tugging at the figure trailing behind him “Did you like the film?”
“It was surprisingly nice” everyone was surprised to hear the voice of their Class Rep giving an answer, “and you say it has more than one part?”
“Yeah, you are going to love them. I have the second one in my room, we should watch it tonight-”
Their voices trailed down the corridor, and when no more sound could be heard, the common room exploded.
“Whas that really Iida?”
“Kaminari and Iida?”
“They were holding hands!”
But Mina’s voice was the louder out of everyone “Pay up, bitches, I won the bet!”
A few groans could be heard here and there, but overall, everyone was smiling at the sight of the two together.
THE END