I may not read very much these days, but I know a little appreciation can go a long way. So here is a modest list of fic recs by some lovely people that are def worth checking out.
Cold Mornings, Warm BodiesĀ by @zerounitrgbĀ (E) - DabiHawks
This fic is just the most delectable combination of fluff and smut. Not to mention the switching? Glorious. Itās pretty much everything I could ask for with this pairing wrapped into one lovely fic <3
This is still one of my absolute fav DbHk fics. The walls are thin and Dabi has to listen to his poor neighbor have subpar sex then start to stress clean at all hours of the day oof. Poor guy. If only there was something he could do to help hmm.
Oh this is everything my fluff-powered soul could ask for. Itās so sweet and the boys are so cute with their pokepals. Thereās just enough pining to be adorable but also make you want to bonk them on the head with a newspaper and tell them to kiss.
Triplet by limesicle (T) - TodoBakuDeku
One of the very first TdBkDk fics ever posted on ao3. An oldie yet goody. I still think about it from time to time. Did I mention itās a soulmate au o.o
I sincerely hope all these authors are having a lovely day <3
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Title: Paper Cranes
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Kaminari Denki
Word Count: 1503 words
Rating: T
Summary:Ā Denkiās latest love is origami. (Eijirouās is Denki.)
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Denki is a natural at almost every hobby he picks up. That much is fact.
Eijirou knows this very well, as he is fortunate enough to be present whenever his best friend tries something for the first time. Sometimes the experience is fairly distressing, like when Denki nyoomed by on his new inline skates and accidentally knocked Eijirouās ice cream coneāR.I.P. Riot Rocky Roadābut for the most part Eijirou finds himself so awed.
(He recalls the day Denki had successfully played a full song on his new guitarāmore specifically, he remembers the slow, giddy smile that had bloomed on his best friendās face as he strummed the final notes. Eijirou hasnāt told Denki, but he keeps the memory of that smile with him.)
As such, Eijirou is sprawled out on Denkiās floor when Denki gifts him the white, origami crane he had just finished.
āFor you,ā Denki grins.
Eijirou immediately puts his phone down as he sits up. āDude, this is so good,ā he marvels, running his fingers over the sharp, sure folds and admiring the perfect symmetry. āHave you been hiding some kind of black belt in origami all these years?ā he jokes.
āWhat are you even talking about,ā Denki laughs, though he obviously preens at the praise. āThis isnāt even that good, man.ā
āSure, Mr. Black Belt,ā Eijirou rolls his eyes, earning himself a light slap on the bicep. He just canāt help but tease, reveling in the pink blush on Denkiās face, the small and bashful smile.
(Eijirou keeps this smile with him, too.)
When Eijirou returns to his own room, he rests the crane on his palm, mindful of all manner of speed bumps and his own clumsy, stumpy fingers. (Kouda had given him a curious look as they passed each other in the hallway, likely wondering why Eijirou was moving at a snailās pace while laser-focused on the tiny paper folding on his hand.)
After arriving at his destination, Eijirou breathes a sigh of relief as he safely sets his present on his nightstand. The crane is a pretty sight against the rugged backdrop of his room, kind of like Denki when he naps on Eijirouās bed some weekends.
Eijirou adores it (him).
He continues to adore every paper crane after that, one a day for two weeks. Every day, before Mr. Aizawa files in, Denki turns in his seat to deposit one on his desk. Denki is pretty creative with materialānotebook paper with Denkiās math notes scrawled, a paper towel from the boysā bathroom that Jirou had suspiciously glanced atābut his folds are the precise same every time.
Eijirouās little flock grows on his nightstand. Heās had to move some hand dumbbells to the floor to make room, but he definitely doesnāt mind.
Eijirou doesnāt mind his growing feelings remaining unrequited, either.
He doesnāt think heāll ever confess them, honestly. Itās just way too much to risk. He and Denki are already so comfortably affectionateāHagakure even referred to them as āthe class married coupleā the other dayāand Eijirou is afraid of losing that in a snap. If he doesnāt want to destroy their current friendship, then Eijirou has to be content with letting their relationship stay the way it is. If he lets their relationship stay the way it is, heāll never scare Denki away.
He doesnāt realize how much heās come to depend on the status quo until one day, Denki doesnāt leave a paper crane on his desk.
āWhy are you moping, dude,ā Hanta inquires, poking him in the arm. Eijirou sighs. Across the cafeteria, Denki is bothering Todoroki into putting ice cubes in his soda, instead of sitting next to Eijirou like he always does. He hasnāt talked to Eijirou all morning, either, and when the lunch bell rang Denki had buzzed away before Eijirou could call for him. Denkiās perpetually turned back seems so, so cold.
āI think Denki finally got tired of me,ā Eijirou sulks, resting his chin on the hard surface of the lunch table. He wonders if itās because he always takes without giving. Two weeks of carefully crafted paper cranes and what does he return with? A grin and a thank you? No wonder Denki doesnāt want anything to do with him anymore.
āEi, donāt be dumb,ā Mina laughs, bringing Eijirou back to the present.
āHey,ā Eijirou whines.
āAs if the walking generator can ever get tired of you,ā Bakugou pipes up, barely even looking up from his soup. āYou and the electric fucker have been making goo goo eyes at each other for literally months. Itās annoying.ā
Eijirou flushes. āWeāre just friends!ā
āYour ājust friendsā is annoying,ā Bakugou shoots back, and Eijirou wilts further. He sees Mina nudge Bakugou in reprimand, but really, heās rightādespite how harshly itās phrased, itās kind of true. Because, if he were being honest with himself, Eijirou does mind being just friends. Itās getting harder and harder to pretend that every smile and touch doesnāt make him want to kiss Denki, and hold him every day, and keep him close forever.
Bakugou begrudgingly claps a hand on his shoulder, as if apologetic. Sero pops into Eijirouās view, still chewing on his sandwich. āDude,ā he says. āJust take the leap.ā
After the final bell, Eijirou catches Denkiās wrist just as the latter rises from his desk. He only vaguely registers Minaās thumbs-up from the corner of his eye, too busy locking gazes with Denki. Mercifully, the rest of the class leaves them alone, already filing out to head back to the dorms.
āIām sorry,ā Eijirou blurts.
āFor what?ā Denki asks.
āIāI know Iāve been selfish lately, and thatās why youāre avoiding me, butāplease let me say this once!ā Eijirou pleads, still holding onto Denkiās warm wrist. He screws his eyes tight and takes a deep breath, preparing to professā
āEi,ā Denki cuts in with a bemused tilt of the head. He reaches out to lightly touch Eijirouās elbow in a gesture of comfort. āIām not avoiding you.ā
Denki grins sheepishly. āDid it come off that way? Iām sorry, man,ā he apologizes. āI just needed time to prepare something special for you,ā he continues, motioning towards his desk. It is only then that Eijirou notices the perfect, pink crane sitting daintily in the corner. He notes the extra delicate appearance; it seems Denki had finally decided to use actual origami paper. āYou caught me just as I was about to give it to you,ā Denki chuckles.
āOh, bro,ā Eijirou whispers, a tear squeezing out in relief. Somehow he forgets all his apologies, the confession at the tip of his tongueāhe can only feel grateful that Denki is smiling at him again. Denki plucks the crane and drops it into Eijirouās waiting hands. āI love it so much,ā Eijirou gushes.
āOpen it,ā Denki urges.
Eijirou hesitates at that.
āCome on, dude.ā
āAre you sure? I donāt wanna ruin it,ā Eijirou pinkens, still cradling the crane in his open palm. āYou made it, after all.ā
Eijirou is. A littleāa lotāfogged up. Heās about to convince himself that he is dreaming when Denki steps into his space, and suddenly everything gains a startling clarity.
He looks up on instinct.
(And, godācurse their height difference, tiny enough to pass as unnoticeable, but still enough to force Denki to gaze at him through his long, thick eyelashes.)
āHi,ā Denki smiles. He appears so much calmer than Eijirou, but Eijirou is dimly aware of the otherās hands shaking.
āHi,ā Eijirou swallows.
āWhat do you say?ā Denki prompts gently.
Eijirou wants to say, how could you beat me to my confession, man? He wants to say, Iāve liked you for so long, Denki. He wants to say, to hell with the status quo.
In the end, Eijirou doesnāt say a thing as he leans down to close that damn height difference, one hand gripping pink paper and the other caressing Denkiās just-as-pink cheek.
āI canāt believe you kept all these,ā Denki says in wonder, āand in such perfect condition, too.ā
Eijirou watches Denki lean over the side of Eijirouās bed, one fingertip pressing lightly on every crane in turn until he reaches the pink one. It has since been refolded (salvaged from Eijirouās tight clutch by a teasing Denki) and is more haphazard than the rest, but Eijirou thinks itās the best one.
āMmm. I love them. And you.ā Eijirou mumbles, already being pulled under by the dayās exhaustion. He stretches one arm out to beckon Denki closer. āCome back already.ā
Denki obliges, rolling his way into Eijirouās embrace, and Eijirou feels more than hears the quiet giggle against his throat. Eijirou smiles and rests his chin atop soft blonde hair as he turns in for the night, his heart bursting at the (origami) seams.
kirikami ; 768 words ; the universe fulfills its plans for denki. ao3 link here!
Denki awakens to a glowing, red string lying limply on his floor.
Groggy from his late night nap, he belatedly realizes that that glowing, red string is tied to his pinky finger in a neat bow.
āHanta, you dick,ā Denki mutters. He braces himself for a harsh tug on his pinky, and the inevitable rope burn, and his broās obnoxious laughter, but the string only continues to sit there. In the darkness of his room, it looks almost neon.
Denki sighs, moving to remove it from his fingāhuh? Huh?
Why is his hand passing through the string?
āDUDE,ā Denki bellows, banging on Hantaās door. He feels a tiny smidge of guilt for being so loud, but right now his conscience takes a backseat to his full-on freakout.
āWHAT,ā Hanta snaps, throwing his door open. Itās midnight and heās grumpy, but his irritation soon melts into bewilderment upon seeing Denkiās frantic expression.
āDude, I dunno what kinda magic or voodoo shit youāre doing, but I donāt like it! Get this string off me!ā Denki whines, shoving his hand into Hantaās face. Without missing a beat, Hanta pries his hand off, turning it this way and that to inspect it.
āDenki,ā he broaches, very carefully. āWhat string?ā
Denki pales.
The string leads to Eijirouās room.
Itās almost kind of funny how quickly Denki cycles through emotionsāin the span of a minute, Hanta witnesses Denkiās face shift from wide-eyed panic to furrowed-brow confusion to plain red-cheeked shyness.
āYou know what, I actually donāt care anymore! Haha, false alarm, letās not bother Eijirou,ā Denki laughs nervously. He tries to shoulder past Hanta and Shouto (who had been roused by Denkiās yelling and was surprisingly curious enough to follow them downstairs, bless his heart), but Shoutoās sturdy chest blocks his escape. Hanta levels Denki with a deadpan gaze before knocking none too gently on the redheadās door.
Nooo, Denki mentally wails, because Eijirou is now emerging from his room, ungelled hair unkempt. He looks very cute, all mussed and sleepy. The juxtaposition of that cuteness with Eijirouās muscular arms, helpfully exposed by the loose muscle shirt, is doing things to Denkiās haywire heart.
āOh,ā Denki gulps, āitās on his pinky, too.ā
āWhat is?ā Eijirou yawns.
āI see,ā Shouto nods. āSoulmates, huh.ā
āHuh?!ā Denki screeches.
āGuys?ā Eijirou inquires blearily.
āSoulmates,ā Todoroki repeats, unpertubed. āItās Japanese folklore. It is said that a red string connects the pinky fingers of two people who are destined.ā
Denki gapes.
āSoulmates, huh,ā Hanta pipes up. āCongrats. You two are officially the last to know.ā Before Denki can ask what that means, the sly, smug, soy sauce face(!) jabs Denki in the stomach with his elbow, the extra bulk of the tape dispenser there toppling him into Eijirouās arms.
āHave fun, kiddos!ā Hanta smirks, waving at them as he and Shouto disappear into the elevators.
āHanta, you dick,ā Denki sobs.
Denki is partly grateful that Eijirouās strong, warm arms are keeping him upright, because his jelly legs sure cannot.
Denki is also about to spontaneously combust because of said strong, warm arms, and the slight scent of Eijirouās lemon body wash.
Eijirou gently turns Denki to face him, resting both hands lightly on his hips. By the contemplative look on his face, Denki is certain he at least caught the main takeaway of the earlier conversation. Denkiās knees buckle.
āAre we soulmates, Denki?ā Eijirou asks slowly.
āI,ā Denki flails. His hands automatically come up to Eijirouās forearms to ground himself. āUhāā
āBecause I wanna be,ā Eijirou smiles, tender, gazing at Denki so openly now. Like heās been in love with him since the beginning. Has he been? Denki wonders. Because I have.
āOkay,ā Denki says. He swallows, squeezing Eijirouās arms and tentatively meeting that earnest gaze.
āGood,ā Eijirou beams, as if Denkiās confession had been an elegant soliloquy, or even just more than a one-word affirmative. āCome to bed, Denki,ā he coaxes, linking their hands together to lead Denki to his sheets.
Denki musters the courage to lean up and press a kiss to Eijirouās cheek. Eijirou interlaces their fingers in response, and Denki thanks the universe for giving him one Kirishima Eijirou.
Denki doesnāt fall asleep right away, even after Eijirouās breath evens out. Instead he props himself up to stroke Eijirouās hair. Even against Eijirouās outrageous dye job, the string on his pinky blinks brightly up at him. He canāt help but marvel.
āGet the string off me, I said,ā he scoffs, the sound at odds with the wide smile on his face. He tucks himself against Eijirouās shoulder, relaxing as Eijirouās arm instinctively wraps around him. āNever.ā
kirikami ; 682 words ; sometimes, confessions are just that easy. ao3 link here!
āHey, Kami,ā Eijirou calls, powering his handheld console off. He collapses backwards onto his pillows, starfish spreading on top of the covers. The action jostles Denki a little bit, but the blonde remains unbothered, bouncing along with the mattressā recoil.
Denki adjusts his cross-legged sitting position to accommodate for the sprawled arms and legs. He blinks away from his phone screen to fix a lazy, questioning look unto Eijirou. Eijirou smirks at Denkiās slight disorientation, nudging his side with his knee to ground him back to Earth.
āIāve always wanted to askāyou flirt with everyone in class, but Iāve never heard you mention an actual crush.ā
āAh, dude, I have one,ā Denki responds, so easily that Eijirou regrets not asking sooner. āBut heās so out of my league, itās not even funny. āS why I donāt talk about it.ā
Denki prods the arm closest to him. Itās code for I want to lie down; move, you oaf, which Eijirou is all too happy to oblige. He turns on his side to prop himself on the offending arm, smiling at the pleased sound Denki makes when he flops onto his stomach.
A thick lock of his pretty, soft hair falls in his eyes as he does so, so Eijirou unthinkingly reaches over and sweeps it behind his ear. Denki closes his eyes obediently. He reminds Eijirou of a puppy getting a haircut.
āGive me a few hints, Kami,ā he grins. He pats Denkiās bangs in place for good measure.
āYou really wanna do this, man?ā Denki laughs.
āCome on,ā Eijirou coaxes, lightly kicking Denkiās leg. Denki has started to blush pink, and Eijirou canāt help but stare. āIām curious.ā
Denki rolls his eyes, but the fond grin on his face tells Eijirou heās won. āFine,ā Denki concedes, shoving his phone under the pillow.
āHeās in our class,ā he begins. āSuper kind-hearted. Brave.ā
āThatās every guy in the class,ā Eijirou whines, before quickly revising the thought. āWait. Almost every guy. I can at least exclude Mineta.ā
Denki snorts in surprise. āWow, youāre actually such a dick,ā Denki chortles, but to Eijirouās amusement, he doesnāt disagree. Feeling emboldened by Denkiās laughter, Eijirou kicks his leg again, prompting him to continue.
āOkay, okay! Iām getting to it. Heās, uh, really hot,ā Denki chuckles, bashful. He plays with the ends of Eijirouās pillowcase, avoiding Eijirouās gaze. āHe works out a lot. Like, always at the gym, has weights in his room. The whole shebang.ā
Eijirou raises an eyebrow, watching the way Denkiās fingers twist in the cloth. āOkay. Thatās half the boys eliminated. And?ā
āAnd,ā Denki repeats softly, pausing to peek at Eijirou from the corner of his eye. He falls quiet, suddenly. Calculating.
Eijirouās gut lurches with butterflies. His instincts tell him he will either love or hate whatever comes out of Denkiās mouth next.
āHe adores all things manly,ā Denki murmurs. Eijirouās heart skips. āHe has the coolest red hair. He always, always wears a smile.
āHeās my best friend.ā
(The look on Denkiās face is impossibly tender. As it turns out, Eijirouās instincts are right.)
He wiggles onto his stomach to press his side against Denkiās. Before Denki can react, he throws an arm around Denkiās waist, nuzzling closer.
āKiri!ā Denki yelps.
āKami, youāre wrong,ā Eijirou says bluntly. āHow could anyone be out of your league?
āYouāre the most gorgeous,ā Eijirou asserts, punctuating the confession with another nuzzle. āThe funniest!ā he exclaims, tightening the arm slung around Denkiās waist. āThe manliest!ā
Eijirou canāt help but giggle, so giddy as he pulls back to look at Denkiās face, which has gone slack with wonder. āI like you, too, Kami. I like you a lot.ā
Denki gapes for another two seconds before huffing and burying his face in the pillow. āYouāre so much,ā he mumbles. Eijirou pouts, and has half a mind to shake him when Denki very carefully flips onto his back.
āCome here,ā Denki murmurs, face completely red now. His smile is small and shy. āKiss me.ā
Eijirouās cheeks hurt with the force of his happiness. āYes, sir,ā he chirps.
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Title: kiss me, kiss me
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Kaminari Denki
Word Count: 1837 words
Rating: T
Summary:Ā Denki adopts the habit of smooching his close friends platonically. Most of them think itās really cute. Eijirou thinks itās torture.
AO3 link here!
One thing Eijirou has known for a long time now is that his weaknesses are: the limit to how much physical damage his Hardening can take, and Denkiās laugh.
Itās no surprise then that he looks up instinctively at the sound of Denkiās giggles, the blonde obviously tickled by something Hanta had said. So cute, Eijirou thinks.
Eijirou abandons the comic book in his hands to watch the two wrap up their conversation. He really should be more discreet, but theyāre standing a fair ways away from his seat on the common room couch anyway, and Denki is just so adorable.
Especially when he leans up on his tiptoes toāto move closer to Hanta?
OhāDenki isāDenki is kissing Hanta on the cheek.
kirikami; 978 words; kirishima is weak to kaminari borrowing his hoodies. ao3 link here!
In the beginning of June, when Japan is more often than not soaked with rain, Kaminari picks up the habit of wearing large hoodies over his blazer.
It should be a breach of uniform, but the teachers seem to be looking past itāthis yearās monsoon season is especially bad, after all, and Aizawa Sensei isnāt so nitpicky as to chastise a student for wearing an extra layer.
Naturally, Midoriyaās first instinct is to take notes on this new development, muttering to himself all the while.
To emit that much electricity consistently and without threat of death, Kaminari must have a very different physical makeup. The rain could be having an abnormal effect on his body. The ions in the air may be changing behavior due to the added variable of humidity and/or precipitation. Could that phenomenon be causing an imbalance in his bodyās natural electric charge and in turn cause his thermoregulation to malfunction?
āMidoriya,ā Kaminari laughs when he overhears some of his rambling. āDude, I just get cold easily.ā Ā
Midoriya immediately stops, a sheepish grin on his face.
kirikami; 992 words; kirishima loves to spoon kaminari. ao3 link here!
āKaminari-kun? Are you here?ā Momo calls as she approaches the common room. Itās a slow Sunday for all of themānot much in the way of schoolwork (or villain incidents, thank god)āso she supposes that now is a good time as any to conduct one of their informal, monthly book discussions.
In the past, Momo hadnāt been the biggest fan of novels, traditionally preferring the textbooks and encyclopedias that augment her quirk use. However, she cannot deny that poring over such heavy material day in and day out is mind-numbing, even with her impressive braināa confession that she let slip during a tea break with Kaminari. Kaminariās enthusiasm had been infectious as he recommended his favorite fictions (theyāll stimulate your brain in a different way, Yaomomo!), and the rest was history.
kirikami; 998 words; kaminari waits for kirishima to come home. ao3 link here!
Tokoyami is quite surprised to see Kaminari in the common room at this very late hour.
āOh, Tokoyami,ā Kaminari exclaims, looking up from the television. At a first glance, his body language appears relaxedāboth arms resting on the back of the couch, one leg propped up on the cushionsābut his shoulders are rigid, as if he is preparing to bolt at the first sign of danger. Ā
my hands are tired of only waiting to let goĀ | after all, Denki thinks, everyone is a rebound when you never get over your first love. | a mix for my fic of the same title (ao3) | [8tracks] [spotify]Ā
1. Snow - Jome /Ā what if we lived in the same town? / what would have happened then? / I can see you in your winter gloves / wishing that I never left // āthe right person, the wrong timeā
2.Ā Parallel Universe - Clara Benin / in a parallel universe / everything in reverse / maybe you could be mine // āthe wrong person, the right timeā
3.Ā Grime - Linying / youāre not in love with me, babe / Iām choking up across a line / Iām sorry that itās so surprising / I wanted you to see me shining // āIām saying that Iām sorry. For not being enough. For realizing so late that I could never deserve you.ā
4.Ā For the Fickle - Reese Lansangan / all my life has been about / waiting for people to go / but all I want is steady love // āBecause the alternativeāconvincing himself that he could be loved in equal, immense magnitudeānever seemed attainable.ā
5.Ā would you - Talitha / I will be / everything you need, that you need from me / wonāt you hold me closer, my love // āIād do anything for you, Denki. Iād give you the world if I could.ā
6.Ā Weāll Be Okay - Imaginary Future, Kina Grannis / youāre amazing, and you have me / even if we somehow lose our way / weāll be okay // āIāll be better, Denki. Iāll show you how loved you are, how important.ā
7. Crystalline - Jome / love, stay patient / baby, everything takes time / the ending will be worth the waiting / soon it will be crystalline // āDenki allows his eyes to close, halfway to sleep and partway to believing.ā
8.Ā Love Me - Yiruma // to healing, and the after.
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kirikami; 1047 words; kaminari loves to brush kirishimaās hair. ao3 link here!
āKiriii,ā Mina singsongs, skipping out of the elevator and onto the fourth floor of the dorms. Itās Friday afternoon and her classmates are most definitely notĀ asleep or studying, so she lets her voice ring in the hallway. She makes a beeline for Kirishimaās room, noting the door blown wide open. Ā Ā
āKiri, have you seen Kami? I canāt find your boyfrāoh!ā
Mina soon comes face-to-face with a lazy Kirishima seated on his bed, the latter beaming at her with drowsy, half-lidded eyes. His normally spiked hair is unstyled, slightly wet, and hanging around his face. Peeking out from behind him, Kaminari waves with the hand holding a hairbrush, his legs splayed and loosely caging Kirishimaās body.
kirikami; 1172 words; eijirou meets kaminari during the entrance exam in the most interesting way possible. ao3 link here!
They placed the U.A. applicants in some kind of waiting room before the practical portion of the exam. Eijirou is very nervousāafter all, U.A. is the dream, the stepping stone that he needs to develop into the person and hero he aspires to be. He wills himself to sit still on one of the provided couches, though he canāt help but fidget with his fingers.
He figures the rest of the kids are most likely similar to him, both in terms of goals and current levels of anxiety; itās no surprise then that everyone in that waiting room is doing their best to dispel their agitation. Some are meditating a few feet away from Eijirou while some are pacing the length of the room, wearing the flooring down. Ā
Thereās one guy in the cornerāblonde hair with black streaks on one side, slanted eyes, overall quite cuteāwho looks, in one word, frazzled. Heās seated on the floor, fiddling with a charger in his hands before seemingly making a decision and shoving the adapter into the wall socket. Just as Eijirou muses about how strange it is that he would be charging his phone right before an exam that didnāt require it, this guy licks his lips andā
Sticks the other end of the charger right into his mouth.
kirikami; 1462 words; denkiās deep-seated insecurities cause him to question his and eijirouās relationship. ao3 link here!
Denki can recognize that shock of ash blonde hair anywhere.
Of course, Eijirou can, too.
āWhat are you doing here?ā Denki asks, the anxiety turning his inquiry into an almost-demand. He hears the slight hitch in Eijirouās breath, too loud in his ear.
Denki just barely manages to conceal a stutter. Heās scared.
Eijirouās hand slips from his in shock, and Denkiās fingers clench around empty air. He feels the sharp, abrupt loss. Keenly.
kirikami; 1025 words; kirishima and kaminari buy tea for each other underĀ āfalseā beliefs. ao3 link here!
Ever since moving into the dorms, Iida has considered himself the unofficial-official supervisor of the boysā kitchen. A heroās diet is of utmost importance, after all, and as class president, Iida retains the responsibility of ensuring his classmatesā well-beings. He meticulously catalogs inventory and is always aware of the contents of their kitchen at any point in time.
It is quite a surprise then to see Kirishima and Midoriya by the little island counter, drinking tea that is decidedly not the generic green tea Iida keeps on the top shelf.
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kirikami; 1021 words; sometimes, kirishima hates his quirk. ao3 link here!
When Todoroki walks into the classroom, he immediately spots Kaminari and Kirishima, smack-dab in the middle of the room, kissing.
Well, Kaminari is. Kaminari is cradling Kirishimaās face in his hands, peppering every inch of it with a smooch and a loud, exaggerated āmwah!ā For his part, Kirishima canāt stop giggling, half-heartedly swatting at Kaminari with his eyes scrunched in laughter.
The rest of the class has been ignoring them for a solid five minutes nowāitās 7AM on a Monday, and thereās only so much cheesiness any of them can handle in the mornings. Todoroki is about to do the same as he walks to his seat, casting a final glance at the pair.
Then he sees it: for just a few seconds, Kaminari eases his grip and very carefully brushes his lips against Kirishimaās eyelids. He lingers on Kirishimaās right eye a beat longer as Kirishima settles, the giggles subsiding and leaving a placid smile in their wake.
Right after that, Kaminari ducks to kiss Kirishima firmly on the lips. Todoroki looks away, feeling a little like a peeping tom.
kirikami; 861 words; kaminari loves to sing, but he is very shy about it. ao3 link here!
Kaminari comes to Kirishimaās room some time around 10PM, when the lights in the hallway have been turned off and their classmates have begun getting ready to go to bed. The walls are fairly thin and conversation tends to carry, so Shoji is almost always aware of when Kaminari sleeps over. He doesnāt mind at all; Kaminari and Kirishima have been good about keeping quiet at night, and some of the snippets of conversation that do filter to his room are hilarious. By far, Shojiās favorite conversation snippets are the ones in which Kirishima is so fired up about Crimson Riot, raving as softly as he can to Kaminari, whom he calls, ādudeā, ābroā, and ābabeā all in the same sentence.
Shoji has no problem turning in for the night, but he does jolt awake a few hours later, suddenly needing to pee. As he walks to his bathroom, he overhears noise from Kirishimaās room and freezes where he stands. Aware of the late hour, Shoji is extra cautious and doesnāt want to listen in on something potentially very intimate. However, he quickly realizes that the noise is singingāmelodious, warm, and quiet, of course, considerate to Kirishimaās neighbors.