Hitoshi Shinsou took a deep breath as he walked to the common room. Moving into class A’s dorm last year had been a bit more intimidating than he thought it would be. He had known logically that everyone in the class was leagues ahead of him, they had fought in a war after, he just had underestimated by how many leagues it was. It had taken a toll on his ego, but with cinnamon rolls like Midoriya, Asui, and Kirishima in the dorm he was able to not be too down on himself.
The person helped him the most had actually been Kaminari. He was always able to make him smile and laugh even when he was feeling so overwhelmed. The first time it happened Kaminari beamed with pride. Hitoshi might not have lived with his foster father long, though probably longest he's spent with any foster family, but they shared the trait of not showing their emotions easily. The class joked a lot about him being a mini Aizawa, Hitoshi pretended that he didn't glow inside from the knowledge that he was in fact on the way to being an Aizawa. They had decided to keep that part of their life private and hadn't told anyone in the class but there was a lot the class surprisingly didn't know about the man. So when after a month of Hitoshi keeping pretty stoic in front of his classmates he full on snorted at one of Kaminari's jokes the electric boy practically bounced off the walls. It was around that time the relationship dynamic of Bakugou and Kirishima started to change so Hitoshi found Kaminari coming around to be around him more often. They had grown to be friends, and Hitoshi even had weekly homework sessions with the dirty blond. It was the start of their third year and Hitoshi finally admitted to himself that he felt more than friendship for the guy, a lot more.
So there he was walking towards the electric man in question ready to ask a big question. It was no secret that Kaminari was bisexual so at least he didn’t have to worry about that. And as far as he knew he was single, he had dated Jiro for a while but like most high school relationships it wasn’t meant to last. That had been awkward for a few months, what with Kaminari ducking down random halls to avoid her and the blond glaring at Midoriya and Ururaka whenever they were so caught up in the moment staring into each others eyes they forgot they were in public. But eventually Jiro got sick of it and had Kirishima hold him down so that they could talk it out and become friends again. It wasn’t the same friendship but it seemed good enough. They would even poke fun at their past relationship.
He spotted Kaminari playing on his switch on the window seat. Hitoshi was not the type of guy who would gush over someone like Ashido did, but seeing the dirty blonds stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in concentration even had him thinking the word ‘cute’. Glancing around the room, it had a speckling of people here and there but no one was even close to Kaminari. It was almost too perfect.
Trying his best to be causal he flopped onto the remaining space of the window seat. “Careful there Sparks, you don't want to think so hard you hurt yourself." Too causal Toshi dial it back.
Kaminari snorted from his slouched position. "They only thing that can hurt me is looking at your face." He lifted his foot and tried to kick the purple haired teen in jest. Easily deflected, Hitoshi chuckled trying to ignore the irritating anxious part of his brain saying 'he doesn't find you attractive.' "Um, so..." he started scratching the back of his head. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."
Instantly Kaminari stopped what he was doing and looked up. Apparently Hitoshi's nerves were easy to read because the dirty blond put his switch down and sat up straight to give him his full attention. "What do you need?" he said with a small smile. And if that wasn't something that Hitoshi adored about the boy, the way he could drop everything for his friends made his heart pound.
"It's nothing bad," shrugging to reassure him that he wasn't upset or in trouble. He watched as Kaminari's shoulders relaxed the tiniest amount. "I was just wondering if you would like to go to this cafe I know this weekend? Like, you know, on a date." Could his cheeks stop burning please?
The smile dropped from Kaminari's face. Hitoshi didn't even have a second to freak out when heard the man say in an extremely serious voice. "Oh my god yes."
Hitoshi blinked. "Wait, really?" he asked a bit taken aback by the sudden shift in tone.
"Yes really!" A wide smile replacing the wide eyed look that had been on the dark blonds face. "Dude, I've had a crush on you since like forever. Like literally just last night I was talking to-" He stopped short, his eyes glazing over like the human version of the blue screen of death.
"Um Kaminari?" the purple haired boy shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Is everything ok?"
Apparently that was the magic word to reboot Kaminari back to the present. "Yes! Well, kinda." he said scratching his neck, eyes darting around the room before looking at him then dropping to his lap. "So um I really really want to go on a date with you."
Hitoshi took a deep breath and tried not to show any hurt on his face, it was obvious that this conversation was going to end negatively. "But?"
"Not but! No buts, I mean we could certainly add something butt related if you-"
"Right sorry." The boy shook himself, "No buts, just a follow up question."
Hitoshi looked at him suspiciously, "Which is?"
Kaminari took his own deep breath, "Do you now what Polyamory is?"
Images of his foster father flashed through his head, a picture of his days in high school, a talk about someone lost, the frequent sightings someone new in the apartment. That last one could be just a friend but he had his suspicions. "I do actually."
Kaminari bit his lip, damn he shouldn't be that cute, "And how do you feel about it?"
Hitoshi shrugged, "As long as everyone is super honest with each other and boundaries are respected and it makes the people involved happy then it fine."
Electricity seemed spark in the boys eyes with hope. "So would you be okay being in a poly relationship?"
Hitoshi blinked, of course logically he knew that was where the conversation was leading, but he also found himself surprised by the question. "Ummmm honestly I am not sure." The older boy's shoulders started to lower so Hitoshi rushed to fix it, "I'm not saying no, I just- I would like some time to think over it. I've never been in a relationship before so I don't know if I'm the jealous type or-"
Kaminari scoffed at him, "Mini Aizawa, Mr. Logical-thinking I highly doubt that you are the jealous type." The wide smile had returned to his face.
"But I don't know that for sure," he replied rolling his eyes. "I have felt jealousy before in my life, not in a romantic sense but still. I don't know what my boundaries would be. Are you expecting me to also date them too? How many other people are we talking about?"
Kaminari chuckled softly as he helped Hitoshi's hand let go of his hair, when did that get there? "Woah hey calm down its all good. I'm not expecting you to do anything you are uncomfortable with. That's kinda a big part of it. No, you don't have to date who I am dating as well, it's only one other person by the way. I know I'm a slut but I'm not that much of one." He laughed harder, his hand hadn't let go of Hitoshi's, he could feel his ears turning red now.
"Hey, what's so funny?" a voice said shaking him out of his gleeful stupor. Looking up he found Ojiro standing next to where Kaminari was sitting, a small smile on his face looking between the two. Hitoshi pulled his hand back and used it to scratch the back of his neck as he muttered 'nothing'.
"We are just talking about the different kinds of lives people live and what might be best for us." Kaminari beamed up at the lighter haired blonde.
"Oh yeah? That's cool. I was just about to make some tea, would either of you like some?"
Hitoshi looked up at the tailed man. He was always like this. Simply a polite person, kinda bland in his opinion but not a bad one. At least he didn't seem to feel weird about around him anymore, the first few months Ojiro would jump any time he spoke. Okay fine yes, Hitoshi did resent him for it at first but the therapy Aizawa made him do had made him emotionally aware enough that it might have been traumatic for Ojiro to lose all of his autonomy, and as a kid that had gone through the worst part of the foster system he could understand having gut reactions to that loss.
Ojiro nodded then looked at Kaminari, "Denks?"
"I'm good, thanks though!" Kaminari said patting the hand Orjiro had put on his shoulder. Nodding, Orijo's smile grew a bit, "Okay, let me know if you change your mind." and left the pair on their own again.
After a moment Kaminari broke the silence, "How about this, we go to the cafe as a causal date and you can ask me any questions you have. Sound good?" Hope filled his eyes. Hitoshi could not withstand such an attack.
"Yeah that sounds good." blushing, he stood up. "I guess I will see you Saturday then."
"What, skipping class tomorrow?" Kaminari teased, sticking his tongue out.
Hitoshi softly batted at the blonds head, smirking as he headed towards the door leading to outside. He needed to talk to his dad.
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