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Thump. Thump. Thump.

Denki pulled their lower lip between their teeth as the end of their pencil rhythmically fell against the open book in their lap. Scattered papers littered the bed. An article on the ethicality of quirk suppression in schools dimmed and alerted Denki that they had been zoned out for longer than they realized.

They weren’t sure how long they had been willing words to write themselves. The sun was now long past set, and in its wake, the moon had risen alongside Denki’s longing for sleep. The soft comforter beneath them left their body yearning to push the nuisances in front of them onto the floor with the promise of warmth to curl into. A dramatic sigh pushed the air from their lungs as they let their head fall back onto the wall. Maybe if they closed the laptop softly enough, they wouldn’t be noticed.

“You’re finishing that outline tonight, Sparky.”

Damn it.

Katuski didn’t look up to see Denki’s head tip to the side to look over to him, mouth opening in protest, it wasn’t needed at this point to know what was coming. He continued, “Don’t. Sick of hearin’ you bitch about it. Focus.”

But focusing had never really been Denki’s strong suit. There was always so much going on that they felt compelled to give their attention to. Too much to feel - the wisps of hair lightly touching their cheek that had fallen from the multicolored, haphazardly placed clips. Too much to take in - stars calling to be observed through the window as they flickered to the melody spilling from the record player. Too much to admire - how the soft light of his desk lamp illuminated Katsuki’s concentrated face.

The pencil fell from their fingers with one final thump before it rolled onto the bed.

Denki shifted to look at Katuski straight on and tried to recall how this all started. How they managed to worm their way into their best friend’s life. Because that’s who Katsuki was: their best friend. Denki felt they had the right to call him that after countless nights of studying in Katsuki’s room, sweatshirts stolen in the winter, lunches shoved into Denki’s hands before they even remembered they had forgotten to pack one for themselves.

After Katsuki turned up unannounced in Denki’s room earlier that night. Simply opened the door without so much as a knock and made himself at home in the small space.

And while this, hours of comfortable silence and scolding that held no real bite, wasn’t new by any means, the newfound sense of security in these moments was. This being the first time that they were hiding away in Denki’s room settled the worry that Denki was possibly alone in the tender feeling steadily growing within them.

Even if they were wrong, even if Katsuki was meant for more in life past Denki, this was enough.

It had to be.

In the brief moment of Katsuki stretching his arms above his head, Denki allowed themselves one more moment to come to terms with any ache the future may hold. And in the time it took for Katsuki to adjust the sleeves of the hoodie back down, bite his pen between his teeth, and hunch back over the desk, Denki had pushed it all aside and began to slowly lean backward.

Careful not to crush the minimal work they had done, they stretched an arm out to grab at the polaroid camera resting on the side table. They eased themselves back up into their previous position only with their back now turned to Katsuki.

A click. A whir. Then, the clatter of a toppled chair.

Denki slowly turned to look over their shoulder. Narrow red locked onto wide golden. Katsuki squared his shoulders as he looked down on Denki.

“Sparks. The fuck you think you’re doin’?”

“Kacchan-” was all Denki could manage before Katsuki launched himself over the edge of the bed, knocking Denki on their side before pushing them flat. And if Denki could focus on anything other than the sudden weight on top of them, they may have noticed how gentle the action had been.

“Give me that, you little shit,” Katuski began grappling for the camera. Denki tried. They really, desperately tried to keep it in their grasp. Each swing from Katsuki’s arm, each breathy laugh that fanned over Denki, the inevitable crinkles of the papers underneath them.

It all melted Denki’s resolve. Turned their thoughts into a sticky syrup that spilled down their throat, closed it off, kept the increasing sharp inhales from reaching burning lungs. Fingers crawled their way up Denki’s outstretched arm, and every inch of them went slack. Suddenly Denki wasn’t sure if the blanket’s promised warmth could ever compare to the heat of Katsuki’s thighs pressing into their sides. If its comfort could compete with the security of the strong hands pressing them into the mattress.

They all but blinked, and the camera was out of their hands. Katsuki’s face, triumphant grin spread across, pulled back. Denki only then realized how close they were, how much proximity was already missed, as they watched Katsuki rise up on his knees.

He stayed there for a moment more. Hovering. Watching.

He grabbed the printed picture between two fingers and tugged it free. He flicked his wrist, giving it a slight shake, before shoving it in his pocket—all without sparing it a glance. Eyes still trained on blond hair spilling across the pillow, fingers curling reflexively as if holding themselves back from reaching out.

“Pretty.”

The choked exhale from Denki made room for the heat burning in their chest to pool further down.

Katsuki placed a hand down, dipping back into Denki’s space- now becoming their space. His smile turned teasing as he stopped a breath away, but all Denki could think was closer. Amber eyes tried to keep with burning crimson, but Denki couldn’t control how they dipped down to stare at the slightly parted lips in front of their own.

“Sparks.” The pitch was lower than Denki had heard it before. Nevertheless, it was the only thing to break the magnetism of their stare. There was a sort of softness behind Katsuki’s otherwise usually jagged gaze as if he was on the same wavelength as Denki. “You gonna give me the go-ahead or what?”

And, well, who was Denki to deny?

It was soft, the way Denki leaned up and pressed their lips to the corner of Katsuki’s mouth. Slow, a deliberate attempt to prevent it from ending as soon as it had started. They didn’t want to lose what they dreamt about night after night. Dreams that entered in a rush after times of prolonged study sessions together or stray glances in class.

They don’t, though.

Because Katsuki solidified and brought the longing-filled desires forward into a paracosmic reality that Denki almost couldn’t wrap their head around. If it weren’t for the way Katsuki moved in on them as soon as there was a slight separation, Denki might have assumed they were still in some hidden fantasy of their mind. Then he was everywhere. Lips chapped by the chilling winter air roughly pressed against one another. The dam broke and out flooded rushed, suppressed desires. Katsuki kissed back with such ferocity that Denki could almost believe he wanted them as much as they wanted him. Denki’s hazy thoughts told themself it should be softer, a little smoother. But it was everything they had hoped it would be and everything they never expected. They darted their tongue out without thinking. A quiet whisper for more spoken when the taste flooded their senses, a gnawing, starved hunger rising to the surface with each move of their mouths. With a groan, Katsuki circled his hand around Denki’s wrist still resting above their head, fingers lapping as he squeezed.

Katsuki’s movements felt fluid and practiced, but that could have been the rose-tinted haze that fell over Denki’s mind, smoothing out the otherwise stuttered, unsure brushes of fingers and lips. Denki wanted to feel Katsuki more, but their free hand stayed stuck, clenching at the rumpled bedsheets under them, unable to move. Their fuzzy mind only being able to focus on searching out the taste of the man on top of them.

Their mingled breaths transformed into flames lapping at each other, their saliva turning into the fuel that only managed to feed it more.

A sigh left Denki’s lips, bordering on a gasp, as their mouth fell open when Katsuki moved to trail sloppy kisses down their jaw, spreading the fire further throughout their body. Teeth scraped against the column of their neck. Gently, hesitantly at first. Harder the second time. Meaner with more intention at the encouragement of the small noises leaving Denki’s parted lips. Denki’s free hand scrambled to find purchase on Katsuki’s shoulder, finally finding their motor function back in working order at the abruptness of the bites. Hips jerked upward on instinct, chasing for what they needed most. Closer. Closer.

More.

Until the body above them froze, and they realized what they’d done. The sublime illusion began to slip away, the edges cracking and chipping away. An apology worked its way up their throat but caught as Katsuki dropped his head to the crook of Denki’s neck. They felt him inhale. The breath hitting against the wet trails left in Katsuki’s wake only moments ago made a slight shiver creep up Denki’s spine before the hand holding their wrist moved to rest on their waist, simply holding. A drastic juxtaposition from the frantic, desperate need that filled the space between them just seconds ago.

There was a swirl of shame deep in Denki. They went too far. They took too much. They-

A whine escaped their throat as Katsuki pressed back, but it was quickly swallowed by lips finding theirs again. More tender this time. Small presses in time with the thumb now rubbing gentle circles on their hip. The softness of Katsuki’s touches held a different heat behind them than when their lips first met. The gentleness of Katsuki taking in his bottom lip, lightly biting and licking over the reddened flesh. It was as if he realized how intense the flames were and was trying to fight them back down, control them better.

If Denki wasn’t on cloud nine, they might have been able to look into what that meant for both of them. Understand what Katsuki's intensity meant, what it meant towards them. But Denki could barely focus on any of that; all they could pay attention to was the here, the now, Katsuki in front of them, on top of them.

With their hands completely freed and any hesitation that was once prevalent evaporated, Denki’s hands found their way to Katsuki’s cheeks. Nimble fingers blindly traced along the smooth skin of Katsuki’s jaw and upward to part and tangle in the ash-blond spikes. Katsuki’s lips parted further against Denki’s mouth to fill it with a low groan as Denki’s nails dug slightly into his scalp, dragging him closer. It felt so natural how Denki’s legs spread wider to allow Katsuki’s hips to slot themselves between their thighs.

Withering and throaty moans left Denki as Katsuki rutted his hips forward experimentally. The moment they began to rise away, Denki couldn’t stop their body from jerking up to feel the press once again.

As if the jolting movement brought true reality back to Katsuki, he pulled away slowly. Denki lagged behind, but his eyes fluttered open to peer up after a few beats once they realized Katsuki’s heat wasn’t returning. With Katsuki leaning back, Denki’s hands fell from soft locks. Katsuki’s eyes seemed to be searching for something in Denki’s features. He read over the other’s expression like a sacred text, eyelids drooping slightly with hints of need still behind them but, more than anything, an overwhelming calm.

Katsuki’s mouth parted, but no words came out. They all appeared trapped, piled up somewhere between his brain and vocal cords. Denki didn’t know what to say, but their hand lay on Katsuki’s, still holding onto their hip. That seemed to be the connection Katsuki needed to complete the pathway, and the electric signals could finally make their way through his nerves. His voice was low, as if the walls shouldn’t even hear their conversation. “Sparks, you sure you really want this?”

Denki wanted to laugh in his face and tell him of all the times he had dreamed of this exact moment. But none of that came out. So instead, they tentatively reached their hands back up. This time, one caressed Katsuki’s cheek, and the other grabbed at the nape of his neck, gently tugging him forward into another kiss.

Katsuki shifted the arm he was using to support himself until he lowered himself with his forearm bearing his weight and his chest pressed into Denki’s. There managed to be a combination of their two previous kisses, a desperate softness, the hunger within them being fed but still needing more to be satiated. The hand holding onto Denki’s hip trailed down his thigh, squeezing at the flesh to pull their legs tighter around Katsuki’s body.

Every trace of trepidation in each touch was lost once the final syllable of Katsuki’s question left his tongue, and Denki answered with a solidifying kiss. Skin was pressed in by wandering fingertips as grips turned firmer, fingernails scraping against clothed backs. Denki’s mind was overflowing with sensations and emotions that were impossible to decipher, break down, or even focus on one at a time. The only moment of mental calmness they experienced was short-lived when Katsuki’s lips left his. This brief window of clarity was swept away when Katsuki once again moved to trail pressing kisses along the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, and towards his neck, pausing between each to suck and bite at the skin. And the rough, intentional slide of Katsuki’s hips was the nail in the coffin.

A gasp was ripped from Denki’s throat, quickly melding into a wanton moan, shivers wracking through their body. Yet Katsuki didn’t stop, starting a slow, methodical rhythm, their clothed cocks rubbing together deliciously. His kisses trailed off to turn into short pants against the junction of Denki’s neck, the skin becoming moist with each heavy breath. Denki couldn’t stop their eyes from fluttering as each thrust sent bolts through their body, and they felt them coursing through each individual nerve ending.

Their mind was no longer racing but turned into a fizzling emptiness. Only the ecstasy of every point of contact Katsuki made with their body. They could only feel, experience, live out the fantasies that drove their want and need for Katsuki, but they still needed more. They needed Katsuki.

Blunt fingernails dug into Katsuki’s biceps and clawed at his shoulder blade, uncaring of any traces of raised red marks or dulled pain. Finally, their head moved on its own, needing to fill this overwhelming desire and hunger, and bit into the exposed flesh of Katsuki’s jugular. In return, Denki received a throaty, guttural groan, and it only accomplished to feed the reignited flames further.

Denki’s tongue poked up to lathe along the bite mark, and a hint of sweetened sweat landed on his taste buds.

More.

As if Katsuki could read their mind, or maybe the demand had left their mouth, Denki was flipped, their world shifting. They weren’t allowed to settle into the disorientation because Katsuki’s hands guided Denki’s mouth back to his. But still, Denki couldn’t help but pull back.

Erecting themself upward, the sight that blessed them was monumental and frightening in the most terrible and wonderful way. Laid before them was a Katsuki they had never seen before. One Denki wasn’t sure anyone had seen before. Cheeks with an almost unnatural-looking pink dusting on them. The usual scowl and stoic features washed away, and a softened, half-lidded gaze took its place. Lips red to match the blooming marks scattered along his pale neck.

And while it was all breathtaking, an abrupt realization took over them. This was Denki’s first time doing anything like this. This was the first time, and it was with someone they had not been able to erase from their thoughts for years, no matter the number of attempts to erase and suppress the feelings they held for Katsuki. Denki had been going off nothing but raw emotions and adrenaline, and now they were stuck with the reality of what they were really doing. They were ready to spiral and let their unassured thoughts take over when one of the hands that had just been scaling their body only a breath ago landed on their hips. Not with the fervor they once held, but instead, there was reassurance behind them. The question Katsuki had presented to them before, still hidden behind those vermillion eyes, reached Denki. And they realized this was Katsuki’s way of letting Denki take control, to decide how far they go. A confirmation to take what they had wanted, begged for.

It was almost too much for the Denki. Their eyes shifted down just to get away from that burning gaze, and as if the universe just wanted to give them blow after blow to the head, they were met with yet another sight they had only dreamt about.

Katsuki’s cock pushed against the loose material of his grey sweatpants and pressed against Denki’s throbbing dick. If Denki’s mouth weren’t already dry from the constant open-mouthed panting, seeing that image in front of them would have sucked any remaining moisture. But instead, the sight caused their cock to twitch involuntarily.

Before they could look on more, Katsuki brought their attention away from their thoughts with a gentle caress to his cheek, guiding their head to look up at him. They stared at each other, Denki’s tongue darting out to lick their chapped lips. After a moment of silence, Denki finally answered Katsuki’s silent question with a nod, and their body moved down to bring their lips back together.

A guiding hand from Katsuki allowed Denki to take the lead without feeling like they’d completely jumped off the edge on their own. Denki wasn’t sure why, but their head felt clear. Touches felt more based in reality. Sensations were distinguishable instead of being a muddled, hazy mess of limbs and tangled noises. Even Denki’s hips canted with ease as if everything was finally clicking into place. Maybe it was the shifted atmosphere around them. It no longer felt like a spur-of-the-moment quickie or rushed need to fulfill some buried desire. Now, it felt as if this had been going on for years. As if Denki had opened the door after a long day and fell into the comforting covers of a warm blanket.

It felt like… like it was Denki and Kacchan again.

Perhaps that was what made it all seem so unreal before. This jarring dissociation of the unrealistic pining image they had of Katsuki in their head clashed with what lay before him. Either way, they didn’t think on it for too long. They wanted to sink into the warmth of Katsuki’s body, feel the newly defined pressures between them.

Shivers burst along their spine and sent trembles down their thighs. They buckled around Katsuki’s hips as their pace faltered and picked back up sporadically. Their body moved with inconsistent smoothness and inexperienced sputterings.

Katsuki groaned under them and mumbled praises into their mouth.

Fuck. Like that. Denks.

Hands wandered yet again, remapping all the terrain they had already danced across, and lightning shot through fingers as if the touches were brand new with each graze. As Denki’s pace increased, a heat curled from their stomach and slowly seeped out to the rest of their body. A haziness settled into their brain. It was different than what they felt before. This blinding, white fuzziness left them warm with toes curling into the sheets. They didn’t even notice that their head had fallen to the crook of Katsuki’s neck until his hands gripped onto the fabric of their shorts, squeezing their ass tightly and guiding their faltering grinds fully.

“Ka-Kacchan, I-” Denki panted into the skin over Katsuki’s collarbone. Everything was so hot, burning. They couldn’t recognize their own voice, stumbling and voice cracking at the end of their trail off. The warmth in the pit of their stomach continued to tighten with each push and pull against Katsuki’s cock. The climb was taking over until their body froze with one final rough rut. Denki’s mouth opened in a silent scream as the edges of their vision darkened and white spots appeared within the tunneled view. They might have sputtered out something that sounded like ‘Katsuki,’ but they were too incoherent, too wrapped up to tell what exactly left their lips.

Their chest heaved in rhythm with the uncontrollable jerks rattling their frame. Each spurt caused the wet spot to grow on their thin shorts. The overwhelming rapture of pleasure took over their senses, and they were left in a mumbling mess. In all of Denki’s years of touching themself and exploring their body, there had never been a moment like this. No amount of blinding climaxes alone in their room compared to the ground-shattering ecstasy of this moment with Katsuki.

“Ka-... mmhhnn…” Denki wasn’t sure what they were trying to say, but whatever it had been, it didn’t matter. Even if they wanted to form a cohesive thought, the signals being sent from their brain to their mouth had been switched and jumbled around from the borderline rhapsodic convulsing.

Then the warmth was gone, snatched from below Denki. They hadn’t realized they were now on their back or that they had closed their eyes until they peeked them open to find Katsuki off the bed, picking the chair off the floor. Running a hand through his hair, he settled back into his previous position. Denki’s arms shook underneath their weight as they sat up in bed to watch Katsuki. Though they didn’t mean to, Denki looked downward at the still tented middle of the Katsuki’s sweatpants, and it made them look away quickly with a blush. But the view they had now wasn’t any better. They were staring downward directly at the darkened spot on their shorts. Denki’s cheeks were still flushed from what they had done, but now, they burned almost painfully.

The quiet settled over Denki then. More apologies unsaid and new questions unanswered as any coherency they previously had was unable to be found. Shame was a funny thing in the way it came back as quickly as it left. Fear a monstrosity in how it follows the guilt. They were too scared to interrupt the heavy silence. Too worried about what may surface if they dared to pry into the details of everything that just transpired.

Indifference.

Regret.

Because if Katsuki…

“Outline’s not gonna finish itself, dimwit.”

If Katsuki wanted this, then why had he not finished?

“Hey. You listenin’?”

If Katsuki was going to keep moving forward and not look back, then where did that leave Denki?

“Denks. You okay?” Something in the softness of the question demanded Denki’s gaze. No harshness. No teasing. Only pinched brows and a slight frown.

If Katsuki was going to keep letting Denki see sides of himself that no one else got the luxury of seeing, then Denki couldn’t waste the opportunities by worrying about things that didn’t matter.

“Yeah, Kacchan! All good,” they finally replied. The smile forming on their face was genuine. Because if Katsuki felt an ounce of what Denki currently had stirring in their heart, then maybe there was a chance they’d never have to worry again.

Without giving Katsuki the chance to ask anything more, to request that Denki put the mushy feelings leaking from their heart into words, Denki pouted, “Can I at least see how it turned out?”

Katsuki’s lip twitched at the corner. He let out a scoff before turning back to his work once more as if he had never moved. “Get back to work, stupid.”

Things flowed easier from then on. The silence morphed into its typical, familiar peacefulness. The weight on Denki’s chest shifted from unpleasant and heavy to warm and welcoming. Soothing. Enough so that they didn’t realize their surroundings were becoming slightly hazy, the words in front of them blurring more with every minute that passed.

They could only grasp at blips of sensations. Plush weight surrounding them. A gentle click. A light hum. Feather-light touches of loose hair suddenly no longer brushing against their cheek.

Finally, a muted latch signaled the peaceful darkness to finally pulled them under.

Sweaty palms grappled at the corners of a large cardboard box. A quiet hallway directed Denki towards a door for what they hoped was the last time that day. Denki teetered on their right leg as they stretched the left out to close the door behind them. The weight of the box shifted and dug deeper into their stomach, knocking out the breath they were already struggling to control.

Today was the beginning of something new. Fresh. Invigorating.

While UA had cemented itself as Denki’s first home away from home, wrapping them up with more love and protection than they could have ever imagined, these current walls enclosed them in a different sensation of safety. A feeling that they were finally able to relax. Denki could let their shoulders fall, allow their jaw to unclench, and the electric buzzing underneath their skin had subsided for the first time since they could remember. No threat of anxious, accidental zaps, or having to take careful steps to avoid dragging their feet across the carpet.

Now, a mere three years after first leaving the comfort of the home they grew up in, Denki was able to breathe. To let their feet drag and feel the softness underneath. To take in the warmth of sunlight streaming through the large window overlooking the city below, Denki could give themself the time to solely focus on watching the tiny people go by. Unaware and oblivious to the small safe haven above being slowly filled with trinkets, books, memories, and the person struggling to carry the simple box containing them.

Denki was brought back to their current task as they watched it slip through their fingers and land with a loud, echoed thud. They winced, unsure if they had the willpower to check and see if all the contents now spilled across the ground were okay. A quick glance back to the front door solidified that, no, they had to have it.

Denki settled themself quickly on their knees and began to gather up everything. Relief washed over them as they realized a majority of the scattered books were hardback, able to withstand the drop without bending or creasing. Short, neat piles were hastily made and then placed into the now upturned box. Denki made to grab the final few resting a short distance away when a small, white card caught their eye. They shuffled forward, eyes squinting, then widening as they made out the shapes and colors adorning it. The bright white smile, strawberry and peach clips lost to time.

It was them.

Denki fell to their hands in an attempt to scramble towards the photo faster. As if it would disappear forever because, well, because they thought it had.

The small polaroid now rested in their palm. It felt odd to see it now, for the first time, after so long. Odd to see themself so much younger, with so much innocence and naivety. Funny, to say the least, to see Katsuki without his usual grumpy expression. A laugh escaped them as they let their thumb slide over the photo, warmth spreading through their chest. They had always said Katsuki was all bark no bite, but now they had the proof in their hands. They sniffled a little and passed over the photo once more. Only this time, they found their thumb snagging on the corner. With a quizzical hum, Denki pressed behind the photo, finding another seemingly stuck to the back. They attempted to delicately pry them apart as they willed their scarred hands to stop trembling and make the action a little easier. The frustration was forgotten at the first glance of the newly revealed photo, and for the second time that day, Denki watched as precious possessions fell to the living room floor.

It was themselves again. Alone this time, Asleep. Peaceful. A calmness and stillness Denki didn’t think their body had the ability to possess. Hand curled in front of them as blond strands fell across their face.

Tears began to cloud their vision as they realized that they hadn’t been mistaken that night. The lingering, gentle touch had happened. The proof of that night hadn’t been forgotten, left behind, discarded. It had always been there, tucked away between inked pages. Denki’s shoulders began to shake as they slumped forward. Furiously scrubbing at their eyes to prevent their silly tears from staining the only things they wanted to keep forever, untouched.

“Denks, I fucking told you to-” the gruff voice cut itself off with the sound of something being tossed to the side, followed by heavy footsteps. Hands were on Denki’s shoulders in an instant and it continued, “Hey, hey. What happened? You alright?”

Denki slightly moved their head to each side, an attempt at an acknowledgment. Their shoulders jumped with a hiccup.

“You- you kept them.”

Katsuki out a small, questioning ‘hah’ looking around Denki to find whatever they were going on about, the source of sadness he was ready to wrap his hands around and disintegrate. His eyes landed on the photographs, and he let out a sigh, “Jesus, Sparks, you fuckin’ sap. C’mon.” He tugged Denki back into his chest and rested his chin atop the unruly blond hair. He peered down at the photos once more. “Pretty,” he said, and Denki could lose themselves in the fondness the simple word held.

With a wet laugh, they let themselves relax back into the broad chest, letting it support their weight. “You said that. Back then. You- God you don’t-” they stopped for a second to collect their thoughts. Katsuki waited. He always did. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to be with you. Before… well, before that night.”

Katsuki hummed in response, and Denki could feel the sound against their back. “Tch. Of course I knew. Wouldn’t have made it so obvious on my end if I hadn’t,” he said.

“No, you did not!” Denki said, shifting in Katsuki’s arms to face him. “Why didn’t you… why didn’t you do anything sooner then?” After a beat, they tagged on, “Idiot.”

“I fucking did! It ain’t my fault that you’re the one so damn oblivious to-” he stopped. Denki held eyes with him for a moment, peripheral catching the way the tips of his ears began to turn pink. The arm around their waist retreated, moved behind their back, and gave a rough shove. Denki let out a soft grunt as they caught themselves.

Katsuki was across the room by the time they regained their balance and began to race toward him. Small laughs escaped as Denki began to question, “To what? What? C’mon, tell me what!” Before Katsuki had the chance to round the corner to the hallway, Denki gave one final burst to send themself shooting in front of Katsuki. Their socks slid across the hardwood flooring, feet nearly sliding out from beneath them. A hand wrapped around their bicep and stopped them just shy of hitting the wall. “Thanks! Now, tell me,” Denki said as they attempted to sober the grin off of their face.

Red eyes rolled with a scoff. They seemed to refuse to look back at Denki, focusing off to the side. “God,” he said, “I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t have come to your room almost every night, steal your fucking jackets, if I didn’t feel something. I’m not the one who didn’t do anything sooner!” He turned his attention back down to Denki, “Idiot.”

There was a pause then. A period of time where Denki felt as though everything was happening and simultaneously nothing at all. All Denki could think as he looked up at Katsuki was…

Best friend.

Katsuki had been his best friend for so long, and for so long Denki had assumed that was all there was to it, was ever going to be.

But right then, with Katsuki, pink ears and cheeks, shifting back and forth on his feet, hand still softly holding Denki’s arm, they couldn’t find it in themselves to care how long it had taken to get to this moment.

He stood up on his toes and pressed a quick kiss to Katsuki’s cheek.

“Well, then I guess we’re complete idiots for each other.”