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On the way to Tokyo, far along the bullet train, Kaminari Denki says to one of his best friends, “So, babe… what else can you harden?”
To his left, Sero chokes with laughter, coffee cup shaking in his hand as he attempts to rein it in. Kirishima, who he had directed the question to, also promptly chokes.
“W-What the hell, man?!” He splutters, face turning red as his hair.
Mina giggles from across Kirishima, while Bakugo sits looking disgruntled, as he tends to do. It’s just his natural look, really.
“Drooly’s just messing with you, Shitty Hair,” he says gruffly. Although the nicknames are both uncreative and embarrassing to be called, Kaminari can tell they’re laced with affection. After all, they’re all friends now.
“Of course!” Kaminari grins, pulling his legs up so he can sit cross-legged in the small seat, “It’s April Fools, you know? I have to at least make my best effort to mess with everyone!”
Mina laughs again, stretching her legs instead. “Obviously we know, silly! We were all there to prank Aizawa-sensei this morning. Even grumpy ol’ Bakugo joined in!”
Bakugo grunts next to her, still looking pissed off.
Kaminari thinks their prank will go down in U.A. history, honestly. They had all dressed up (including the sleeping bag, obviously) and pretended to be their homeroom teacher while also following him around. Needless to say, everyone else had found it hilarious. It had been a little hard to keep up the act when they were all laughing so much, but all in all, it had been quite successful.
A quiet but comfortable silence between the five of them settles, the other passengers’ noise surrounding them. The soft afternoon light of the first day of April is both brilliant and warm as it rests on them.
Kaminari looks to his right, eyeing Kirishima. He’s looking intently down, eyes half-lidded and droopy under the warmth of the sun through the window. His eyelashes are pretty like a girl’s; thick and dark and long. His hair is as crimson as ever, each spike crisp and standing straight, but the hair gel never makes it coarse. The sunlight makes a halo over him, but he is already an angel without it. The rays make his skin look even tanner than usual.
It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.
His neck starts to sweat from the sun, but also the warmth blossoming and unfurling inside his heart and travelling throughout his body. He doesn’t ask, instead just rolls a hairband off Sero’s wrist - who lovingly doesn’t argue - and ties his hair up. Comfortable now, he slowly inches over to Kirishima’s side and lays his head against his shoulder while adjusting his legs to put them across Sero’s lap. They both move to adjust to his new position.
I love my friends… Sleepily, Kaminari looks across to see Mina playing with Bakugou’s hair, who is surprisingly not putting up a fight. Or maybe unsurprisingly, because for all Bakugou is fire and explosions and unadulterated rage, he is equally loyal and caring and there is a gold heart somewhere in there.
And then, there’s Mina, the best girl-friend in existence. She’s fearless and she’s strong and unlike him, she has something incredible - passion. Passion to be a hero and save people and do good. Passion to dance. When she dances, she flies.
“You can sleep,” Kirishima whispers against his ear in a way that’s almost loving. The pure love and happiness pumps through his veins like a source of energy, translating into the crackling of electricity on his fingertips. They share something unspoken, but something he feels desperately needs to be said. He falls asleep watching his feelings dance on his hands. When he’s on the brink of consciousness, he feels soft yet calloused hands carding their way through his hair.
He dreams of sunshine and Kirishima. Well, they’re the same thing.
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As expected of a massive city like Tokyo, the station is crowded, bursting at the seams with people of all shapes and sizes and Quirks. Sero suggests he tapes them together so no one gets lost, but Bakugou doesn’t like feeling constricted, so they decide against it.
Sero and Mina are together at the front, holding hands. Mina, the objectively more fearless one, pushes ahead with power, making the way for the other three that are lingering behind.
“Calm down, Bakugou,” Kirishima says soothingly, setting a firm hand on his shoulder. Even though Kaminari is certainly the chattiest in their group, he finds he often isn’t good at providing comfort or advice. He hip-bumps Bakugou in a way he hopes is comforting.
Bakugou breathes heavily, piercing red eyes darting everywhere. He’s sweating vigorously. Tiny sparks fly off his hands.
“Fuck off,” he huffs, but it holds no real malice. Instead he seems nervous.
Kaminari’s known this for a while now: Bakugou hates being held back, and having to hold back. The fact is, he’s powerful. Extremely so. But what he hates the most is being in crowded spaces, especially if they contain people. He gets anxious, almost, and when his anxiety is amplified, it’s possible even the slightest drips of sweat could blow up half the station. If you factor in body heat of an entire crowd as well, and warm days, it makes for a deadly combination.
“Geez, hurry up, guys!” Mina calls from ahead. “I want to get to Ginza quick!”
“I’ll pay for your beef tripe hot pot, Bakubroooo,” Kaminari says, laughing and pushing him along so they could leave the station. He growls but lets himself be moved by the electric quirk user.
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The small Korean restaurant in Ginza they chose to stop at for Bakugou’s promised beef tripe hot pot had an even smaller restroom, apparently.
Kaminari turns on the warm tap and watches the water run between his fingers. Even simple motions like washing his hands sometimes messes with his electrical output, but for the first time in a while he’s okay with the break. Since he had finished eating quickly, he had been stuck charging three phones, which he could either do by putting the ends of a charger in his mouth, or putting the actual phone in his mouth. Both Mina and Sero had come prepared with their chargers and charming smiles, but Bakugou just handed him his. Typical, geez. The cute lady who runs the shop had been throwing him bewildered looks over the counter for a while as he sucked on a phone. Real slick.
Kirishima had looked like he wanted to say something too, but that man is far too considerate and thoughtful. His phone had probably been low too, since Kaminari had been texting him all day in class today and he didn’t even have time to charge his phone in the dorms before he’d been dragged off to the nearest train station so they could shop at Ginza.
The door to the bathroom squeaks open and a familiar red head comes through it.
“O-Oh!” He says.
“Did you forget I was in here or something?” Kaminari chuckles with a raised eyebrow.
“Almost,” Kirishima replies. They make eye contact while Kaminari finally turns the tap off, now officially done thinking. Kirishima has the most amazing eyes… they’re so red and earthy, like a red rock.
Pretty…
“Kaminari…” Kirishima sighs, not in a heavy way but perhaps more so in a wistful way. Carefully, he strides towards the blond and brings his hand up next to him, but he looks afraid to touch him.
In his hand is his phone. Instinctively, he opens his mouth wide and Kirishima slides the black device in between his lips. Kaminari licks all around it and over the redhead’s fingers, who blushes furiously.
“Kaminari,” he whines again.
Kaminari takes the phone out of his mouth, steps closer and slides it into the other’s back pocket. He hesitates for almost a moment, but then connects their lips as sweetly as he can in a small Korean restaurant’s bathroom.
They move well against each other, warm mouths pressing and biting and licking. Kirishima mewls in pleasure as Kaminari licks his lips and lets his tongue explore the caverns of his mouth.
“Fuck,” Kaminari moans as Kirishima pushes him against the probably unhygienic wall. His back hits it in an almost aggressive manner, but it’s kind of sexy.
The redhead breathes heavily, as the string of saliva between them breaks. “Ah, you don’t know how long I wanted to do that for… I really like you.”
“Ei-ji-rou,” he sings pleasurably, licking his lips again while wrapping his legs around Kirishima’s waist. “I really like you too. Do it again, please~”
“O-Of course, Denki.”
“Are you guys fucking in there?!”
“Sometimes I forget Bakugou has no filter.”