Don't let the guys behind worry

This is a sideblog of Sparkwave, I follow back from there.

Here I roleplay Denki Kiminari.

Starter call post

He sighed; Kaminari would never learn. But then again, it’s not like he would ever want to change his friend; that just how chaotic and entertaining Kaminari is and Eijirou wouldn’t want him any other way really. At the thought, the redhead chuckled fondly and decided to let it go.

“Dead or bombed, huh? Guess that’s more accurate than alive, yeah,” he joked along as he went to lock both the front and patio doors, then turned off the lights. “And he was smothered in glitter, dude! You should’ve seen the number you did on him, no wonder he’s chasing you like that! I totally wanna see Todoroki’s video, too.”

Eijirou joined his friend in bed; a sleepover would be fun for sure—and required since surely Bakugou would stalk Kaminari’s bedroom for a while. Although, his bed was pretty small for two teenage boys, so he tried not to squeeze the other against the wall too much by leaning on his side, facing him. There was just a sliver of light slipping through the side of his curtains, so he could only faintly see the other in black and white.

“You’re chaos incarnated, you know that? Lightning in a bottle.”

“At least with ‘bombed’ there is the tiniest chance of escaping death ?” He grinned, not entirely convinced by his own words but still looking very amused and not worried anymore.

A gasp of delight left Denki as the redhead painted the scenary for him, golden eyes sparkling. “Covered ? Really ? Woah it must be my current masterpiece.” He groaned still, frustrated. “I wish I could have seen it so badly ! It’s nearly worth getting exploded. Nearly.”

Nodding seriously despite his wide grin on, the blond agred. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sur you get a copy. That’s the least I can do for my savior.”

Denki was rather a touchy person to begin with, and he didn’t look bothered in the slightest by their closeness. The ‘accusation’ of his troublemaker’s nature just made him snort and then attempt to stiffle snickering, looking rather proud if anything. “I’m taking that as a compliment. Someone has to bring a bit of fun in this mess, don’t you think ?” Then he shook his head. “Not in a bottle, though. I can’t be contained ! I’m free lightning baby !!” And there he jolted at his own loudness and threw a cautious glance towards the door, worried he summoned the demonic demon looking for revenge - but Bakugou was probably going to sleep and would catch him tomorrow by now.

“Dude, knock first maybe?” Eijirou allowed himself to be indignant at Bakugou’s extravagant entrance, though he wasn’t truly mad; one look at the doorframe suggested the explosive blond had turned the handle before kicking it in because it remained undamaged. Even in his fury, Bakugou knew not to damage property to get in trouble. He was just being dramatic.

“Holy shit just look at that glitter..!” Eijirou couldn’t help commenting, hiding his snicker behind his hand. Kaminari really did do a number on him this time! “What happened? Is that why you’ve been going around the dorm like a maniac?”

When Bakugou repeated the same ‘Where is he’ question with the exact same tone, showing he wasn’t buying any of Eijirou’s crap, it made the latter suddenly nervous his plan to feign ignorance might not work. RIP Kaminari.

Eijirou gulped. “Who do you mean?” When his own question was answered with dead silence and a glare, he sighed. There was no fooling Bakugou. “He took off from my balcony so I figured he’d done something stupid again and was hoping to stall his murder…”

Now, this seemed to convince the walking glitter bomb who immediately opened the patio door and launched himself from the balcony in search for his target.

After waiting an appropriate amount of time to be safe, Eijirou opened the closet hoping his friend hadn’t suffocated among his clothes. “Dude, you gotta hide the night. Once he’s slept he might be more forgiving in the morning. But I hope you learned your lesson…”

The blond made sure to not move nor make a sound until Eijirou opened the closet, and only then released a breath of relief.

“Kirishimaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!” He wailed, rising on his feet before dramatically throwing himself into the redhead’s arms. “You’re a lifesaver ! Oh my god dude I owe you so badly. You faced the dragon for my sake. A true knight in shining armor.”

Freeing his friend, Denki looked way more relaxed now the threat went away. “Hide ? You’re right, I should. But, I can stay here, right ? I can sleep on the floor ! I just need to not come out. Yet.” He kind of made puppy eyes at the other, in case Kirishima was fed up with his antics and thinking about throwing him out.

Eijirou couldn’t help smiling while rolling his eyes at the silly prank his buddy pulled on Bakugou. Honestly, he totally wanted to see the video Todoroki took of the whole thing, it was certain to be hilarious. But it was still a wonder that Denki was willing to put his life on the line just for that.

“Oh man, you’re in trouble now…” he mused in a whisper, listening intently to the commotion right under their feet, in Denki’s room one floor below. There even was a roar; Bakugou was insanely pissed. 

It seemed the danger finally registered in Denki’s brain when his expression changed, looking startled by fear. While asking if Bakugou would literally kill him was a bit far-fetched–Bakugou obeyed laws, he wouldn’t commit murder in broad daylight–he still had to break it to his buddy; “Well, whatever’s coming is sure to be very painful, at least… You really went for it this time, man.”

Suddenly, the banging rang upstairs where Sero’s room is. Bakugou wouldn’t give up on looking for the prankster.

“Quick, my closet’s a mess!” Eijirou pushed his friend towards the door kept ajar by the big pile of clothes sitting on the floor. He quickly dug a hole by shoving stuff aside to make space, manhandling Denki into sitting in that corner. He shoveled clothing onto him to completely cover him and painstakingly manage to close the door.

A little pale, Denki nodded. In BIG troubles. He whined (discreetly) as Eijirou pointed out his anavoidable, painful fate, and hearing the furious stomping getting closer. “But it was funny...” He complained, sad.

It took a second for the suggestion to reach his panicked brain, and he squeaked as he was manhandled into the closet, yellow eyes opened big. Eventually he caught on the purpose still, and helped, trying to fit the best he could in the small space. It was a tight fit, but his life was on the line !

Not long after, the sound of a door banged open rang in the building. But it was Kirishima’s, this time, and Bakugou’s furious shape entered the room... Pink glitter still peppered over his face, hair and shoulders.

Eijirou was quite used to noise around the dorm; his room was right next to Bakugou’s, after all. Kaminari’s antics were nothing new by now either, so it wasn’t too odd to see him running in unannounced even this briskly. Caught in the middle of a weight-lifting set, Eijirou calmly put down his dumbbells to greet him but the ‘shh!’ gesture kept him silent. 

Oh man. What did Kaminari do this time?

Hearing Bakugou’s familiar threat was a good hint, making Eijirou shake his head in amused resignation; his buddy would never learn. Seeing the shiny grin and sparkling eyes, it must’ve been a good one at least. Hopefully, it was worth all this commotion.

Since his assistance would clearly be needed with that impending doom approaching, Eijirou walked up to Kaminari and pressed a hand to the door to keep it shut, whispering, “What was it this time dude?!”

The blonde couldn’t entirely stifle the giggling bubbling in his throat, but made a visible attempt.

“I may have replaced his curry spice pot by an identical one... With a jumping snake in it. And a lot of pink glitters.”

Which meant there was currently an angry Bakugou, covered in pink glitter, looking for Kaminari (’s death). Considering the amount of offense caused (he touched the kitchen field after all) he hid before the angry blond opened it.

“I asked Shouto to film. Bless him, he didn’t even ask why. But he also probably told Blasty who asked him to capture that moment.”

Even his pending death wasn’t enough to smother his enthusiasm.

The sound of a door being banged open made him jolt, but it wasn’t Kirishima’s. Probably Kaminari’s. There was a kind of roar, and the blond guessed Bakugou found the original pot of spice, left on his desk in hope of appease the explosive man a little. A failure, it sounded.

Doom getting closer, worry was eventually winning the fight over amusement, and Kaminari threw big eyes at the red head next to him, like a doe in carlight. “He won’t kill me over a prank, right ?” Doubt was ringing in his voice.

To who payed attention, the sound of running was getting closer, until the door of Kirishima’s bedroom opened suddenly, only to close barely a second later. Laying against it after ahving entered the room, panting from his race, was Denki. The blonde immediately gestured to his friend to not make a sound, was he talking or not, and pressed his ear against the wood, listening.

Not that he needed to. The whole building probably heard what was surely the reason why Denki was currently hiding in Kirihsima’s room - maybe not the most clever hideout, but cleverness had never been his strong point - and probably also announciating his future death.

“PIKAAAACHUUUU, DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

To such threat, the blond only giggled, throwing Kirishima a proud grin, eyes sparkling with mischief. Apparently uncaring for the fact his life span got seriously shortened, with how mad Bakugou had sounded.

​As much as Denki was able to perform stealthy approach quite correctly in real situation or even class, he seemed to lose nearly all of his ability when it was to sneak on a friend.

Which meant Shinso could hear him approach if he paid attention enough, and the only chance the blond had would be if his comrade was dozzing off.

In any case, the ‘subtle’ approach ended with Denki jumping on the couch right next to Shinso, with enough carelessness that they shoulders knocked together. Being noticed wouldn’t stop him, and he then grinned at the tired looking student, visibly proud of himself.

continuation / ✖ ◟ @chargingbolt​

――  〈  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐈𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅  to  pick  the  world’s  biggest  idiot  -  fuck  his  life.  claws  scratch  over  ears  and  the  beast  gives  a  growl,  low  in  the  back  of  throat.  ❝  ya  just  wanna  play  with  fire,  huh,  dunce  face  ?  ❞  wolf  says  with  a  sneer,  arms  crossing  over  chest  as  slowly,  wounds  begin  to  heal.  this  idiot  didn’t  know  shit  about  werewolves,  supernatural  creatures,  nada  -  pathetic!  a  bunch  of  bullshit  in  the  wolf’s  eyes.  .  .  ❝  oi,  fuck  face.  ya  got  a  shower  i  can  borrow  ?  i  ain’t  gonna  ask  ya  again.  ❞  he  had  to  be  somewhat  nice…right…after  all,  this  idiot  had  fed  him  and  wanted  to  tend  to  his  wounds,  tch.  〉

He tilted his head, hand under his jaw as if considering the question. Which he was, actually. “Not really ? But we’re going to be kind of roomates starting now, I’m not going to walk on eggshells around you all the time.”