s0pa_de_letras

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Though he’d worn a cross for more years of his life than he hadn’t, Ilya Rozanov was not a conventionally religious man. Sure, he thought about the afterlife sometimes. He hoped his mother was at peace and proud of his choices in both life and life partner. In the most terrifying moments of his life, he couldn’t not pray.

But still. Now was the first time in his life that he was absolutely sure that God had a stellar fucking sense of humor.

“Sorry,” he said with what he hoped was a polite smile, though he had a feeling it came out more like a leer. “What did you say?”

“It’s just…” Hayden Pike shifted uncomfortably, looking around the room like he wanted to be swallowed up by the couch cushions. But then he sighed, jaw flexing, and he looked Ilya in the eyes. “Look, Rozanov, you just need to fucking cut the shit, okay? You’re clearly making Shane uncomfortable.”

Ilya blinked, staring at the other man while he kept a carefully blank face. “Yes, you have said,” he nodded, internally begging his boyfriend to return from his phone call quickly. This was too good to miss. “But you are saying I am making him uncomfortable because…?”

“Because!” Pike exclaimed, face red and eyebrows furrowed. “All that…that shit you say in Russian to him! You’re obviously talking dirty just to embarrass him in front of me, and it’s a dick move. Just fuck off with that!”

Ilya couldn’t help but smile wider, leaning back in the cushions as he regarded Pike with bubbling mirth. “Ah, I see. You are homophobic?” he asked lightly, lifting a single brow.

Pike turned magenta, mouthing silently for a few seconds. “I–fucking–I–no! It’s not about me, man! I don’t care what shit you two get up to in your alone time! It’s the fact that Shane turns the color of a watermelon every time you switch languages that’s got me pissed! You're saying dirty shit to him and he doesn't like it, it's so obvious! But you just continue to mess with him and he's too nice to stop you, and it’s not fair! I don’t like that you’re being a dick to my friend!”

He could only continue to beam. “Ah, so you are playing hero? Defending your best friend?”

“Yes. Because you–”

But Pike was interrupted by Shane’s return. Ilya grinned broadly. Just in time.

“Solnyshko,” Ilya said happily, reaching out for Shane. “Will you help me translate, please?”

Shane looked at him in confusion while Hayden immediately began to protest, yelling about not wanting to know what gross shit Ilya said in Russian.

“Your English is perfect,” Shane said bemusedly, shaking his head. “What–?”

“No, is not me. Pike is very worried,” Ilya said gleefully. “About words I call you. So will you help him understand?”

Immediately, Shane turned pink, setting Pike off.

“See? See, he’s embarrassed! He doesn’t like it!” Pike burst out, gesturing to his friend. “Solnyshko probably means little dirty whore or some shit–”

But Shane cut him off. “Oh my God, no. It means...it means ‘sunshine,’” he corrected, voice trailing off in a murmur as his eyes turned shyly to the floor.

And oh, Ilya must have done something lovely to deserve this great karma. Pike gaping, Shane blushing, and Ilya right in the middle of the perfect chaos. 

He wasn’t going to let it end like that, though. He wanted more. “And dorogoy?” he pressed, beaming.

“‘Sweetheart,’” Shane translated, lips curling up into a reluctant smile as he blushed harder, eyes still cast downwards.

Pike gaped more.

“Moya lyubov’?”

“‘My love,’” Shane answered in a low voice, soft smile stretching wider, now, making Ilya’s heart leap. God, he was adorable.

Pike's mouth twisted in disgust. “That’s…ew.”

“Is the truth, Pike,” Ilya preened, chuckling.

“Well….what about malysh?” Pike demanded, obviously grasping at straws. “That....sounds like something sick!”

Ilya just turned to Shane, unable to contain his glee.

This time, Shane looked up, though his face was still flushed. “It means…baby,” he answered, freckles standing out on his cheeks and eyes shining as he grinned. “That one’s my favorite.”

kaminari is the exact and worse thing shinsou hates and is jealous of about hero course. he doesnt care about being a hero out of noble reason, we actually dont know why he wants to be a hero.

in raw power, hes among the strongest. he has a literal textbook flashy quirk. in ultra analysis his personality is described as "all flashy, no substance".

he got top 16 in the sports festival, lost his first 1v1 and still got almost three hundred nominations. top 5 of his class. his most likely worked both his internships under a top 4 hero and definitely under all the lurkers, so at the time 2 of the top 10 pros. and we dont hear a word from him about it, probably because of how little he cared about it.

hes literally everything shinsou would hate.

except, after their first real conversation, shinsou is left with literal stars in his eyes.

and thats all to do with the absolute emotional/interpersonal genius of kaminari.

its almost clinical if you analyse it, the way kaminari checks Literally Every Box to raise himself in shinsou eyes.

he quickly accepts him as part of the team, he tells him he likes him, he acknowledges shinsous feelings and words and tells him hes already as much of a hero as the rest of them.

that one little monologue is literally every dream of acknowledgement shinsous ever had.

in that one interaction, based on shinsous two monologues about how he hates the type of person kaminari is from Literally Over Half A Year Prior and one monologue beforehand, kami pins and zeroes on shinsou every defense and dream, and tears down the walls shinsous put up and acknowledges and praises his ambition.

all while revealing nothing about himself.