kaminari's sleep schedule is shot.
it's never been good, but back in high school he used to be able to sleep through entire saturdays, waking up at five in the afternoon and eating a bowl of cereal for dinner. now, he finds himself having a hard time sleeping longer than four hours without waking restlessly, needing to get up and use the bathroom and drink water and check that you're still breathing all at once.
sometimes he can't go back to sleep, so he'll just lie next to you, a hand resting on your stomach and the other holding up his phone while he tries to fill up his brain with enough white noise to exhaust it. occasionally, you'll wake up, poking fun at whatever's on his screen before turning over and passing out again.
this morning he'd woken up at four a.m. sharp, just like he had for the last two weeks, but rain had been falling outside your apartment and his eyes had fallen shut less than half an hour after they'd opened.
"psst," you said. he groaned and pushed your hand away. you poked his cheek again, cooing at him as he shoved his head in the pillow. "how d'you want your eggs, cutie?"
"fertilized," he said, cracking his eyes open just a sliver and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest while you laughed like a donkey and pushed at his chin.
"you're so gross," you said, slotting your leg between his. "i'm never trying to do anything nice for you again."
"good, i like it when you're mean," he said.
"stop ruining my bullying efforts," you complained. you also leaned your head against his shoulder and put a hand on his bare chest, stroking along the lightning-like scars that spread along his skin. the building had heating on all the time for no reason and denki ran like a furnace, so the two of you hadn't really bothered with more than scant sleepwear since moving in together.
"sorry," he said into the crown of your hair, "forgive denki, please, don't turn denki out on the streets and leave him to starve in the cold."
you bit him instead of replying, a gentle nip to the muscle that had grown in the last few years. he had always struggled to put on bulk; he was still lissom and lean, but there was a sturdiness to his frame now that suggested days spent at the gym, putting in the work, and happy relationship weight that was keeping him grounded.
after a few minutes, you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your hand, the sheets falling around your hips like a goddess from a painting. denki wished briefly that he were an artist, that he could show you just what you looked like to him in these little moments.
"seriously, i'm hungry," you said. it was a tone he had long been familiar with, one that said do you know you have thirty minutes? "if you don't have a preference, i'll do soft-boiled over the leftover rice."
"that sounds good," he said, "i'll be up in a minute."
you leaned over him and kissed him, ignoring his morning breath. he could tell that you had already brushed your teeth, your lips soft and warm, lingering as long as you could until he felt your muscles trembling. you didn't stop until you were on the verge of falling right into him.
he opened his eyes when you pulled away, watching you slip out of bed and slide on one of his discarded work shirts from the laundry chair. the hem just barely covered your ass, your legs bare except for the fuzzy house slippers covering your feet. cold air sent a shiver up his spine and he leaned back against the pillows, putting a hand on his chest.
"seriously, how did i bag that?" he said out loud to himself.
"i can hear you!" you called from the kitchen. "wow, these walls are thin. we might need to make apology treats for the neighbors."
denki grinned to himself and finally willed himself out of bed, padding over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. his skin was clear, the bags under his eyes less prominent. it was a good day already, he could tell.
