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The alarm was loud and persistent, but somehow Denki Kaminari still managed to sleep through it, the covers kicked off him with one leg hanging off the side of the bed. The t-shirt he had slept in had ridden up and showed off his hip bone and the trail of blonde hair that dove under his sweats. His right arm was stretched over his closed eyes to hide them from the sunlight that was streaming in through the curtains. Drool was pooling on the pillow beneath his head.
Across the room, in her own bed was Kyoka Jirou, his roommate; who was lying with her back to him, wanting to sleep late but being unable to because of his stupidly loud alarm. She also didn't want to have to move from her bed, which was warm and comfy; so she had limited options on how to wake the idiot. Settling for one that limited her need to get out of bed, Kyoka lifted her head and pulled one of the two pillows from under her head before launching it behind her. She heard it hit something and took a moment to fold her remaining one in half before settling down again.
“No! I told you I don't want pasta with my ice cream.” Denki cried out as he woke up with a jolt. It took him a moment to realise where he was as he fully sat up and turned the alarm off with a yawn. “Jirou? Why is your pillow over here? Did I steal it again?” He rubbed at his tired eyes as he threw her pillow back over to her, reaching for his fully charged phone to check his messages. “Sorry. I have no idea how I manage to do that all the time.”
“Shut up. You're going to be late.” Jirou grumbled, resorting her pillows and tugging the covers up to her chin. Denki glanced at the time on his phone and his yellow eyes widened. He dove out of bed and rushed to his wardrobe to get ready, pulling his top off and tossing it to the bed as he went.
“Why didn't you wake me? I can't be late to my first class!”
“I figured that was what your alarm was for. To wake you up.” Jirou all but growled at him and he frowned over his bare shoulder at his best friend.
“You're always so grumpy in the mornings.” He whined, stripping out of his clothes without a care that she was lying a few feet from him. They were best friends and had been for years, besides he was as gay as they came so why shouldn't he change in front of her? “How do you cope with early morning classes? Do you just not sleep?”
“I don't have morning classes.” She snapped back at him, and Denki heard her bed shift. “An do you really have to get your balls out in front of me all the time?”
Denki laughed, looking down at himself with a shrug as he bent over to pull on his clean boxers and laughing again when he heard the girl groan and mutter a curse under her breath. His phone buzzed and he hopped on one foot – the other stuck in his tight black jeans – to swipe the green button and push the phone between his shoulder and ear. “Sup?”
“Its time for our first class, baby!” Came the excited squeal of his other friend, one that he would be seeing more of as they had gotten into the same course. Mina Ashido was a sweet girl and matched his chaotic nature; a fact that left many of their friends frustrated with the stupid shit that they seemed to always find themselves in. “How late are you running cause I'm sat outside your dorm building?”
“I just need a t-shirt! And to brush my hair and teeth and I'll be right with you!” Denki replied, pulling on his The Clash band shirt before slipping into the small bathroom that he shared with Jirou to brush his teeth. “It's always tease, tease, tease. You're happy when I'm on my knees.” Denki sang to himself as he squeezed toothpaste onto the brush and then grinning at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, singing around the brush and toothpaste and not hearing the groan from the bedroom. It didn't take him long to brush his teeth and do his hair, all it took was running a brush through it and adding some product to create his blonde spikes which contrasted so well with the zigzag strip of black. Denki paused to check himself out in the mirror, smirking as he slipped the black collar on around his throat. He clicked his fingers before shooting his reflection with finger guns and giving himself a wink.
“Denki Kaminari if you don't come out and shut that fucking phone up I'm going to shove it so far up your ass that you'll taste it!” Jirou screamed from the other room and Denki blushed as he ran out of the bathroom, grabbing his phone and laughing a little.
“Sorry Jirou.” He mumbled, declining the call and putting the phone on vibrate before shoving it into his pocket. While he grabbed his bag with his notebooks and pens – and snacks, a man had to have snacks – he started singing to himself again. “One day it's fine and next it's black so if you want me off your back well, come on and let me know. Should I stay or should I go?”
“You should go.”
“Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go, there will be trouble and if I stay it will be double. So come on and let me know?” Denki moved to the door, ignoring his friend's mood. She was always like this in the morning.
“Denki get the fuck out and let me sleep!” Jirou screamed at, throwing her pillow at him, which he just dodged by slipping out the door. He poked his head in to wink at her and blow her kiss, laughing as she threw her other pillow at him and then leaving her to scream abuse as he closed the door on her.
He met Mina on the steps where she was bouncing on her balls of her feet, her skirt swaying with each movement as her fingers typed rapidly on her phone. He wolf whistled at her and she spun to look up at him. “Well hello gorgeous.” He hummed, grinning at her as he hopped down the steps to stop at her side, falling into step with her as they headed towards the main campus building.
“You look pretty damn fine yourself, Denks. If you weren't a raging homosexual I'd be tempted to take you back up to bed.” Mina told him with a matching grin, slinging her arm through his as she slid her phone into her bag. “But I assume Jirou would kill me if I took you back to have loud hetro sex with you.”
“Please Mina, you are my bae and I love you but the thought of sex with you is making me shrivel up.”
Mina barked out a laugh and unlinked their arms to smack his bicep, causing him to chuckle at her. It didn't take them long to find their way to the classroom that they were meant to be in, but it was pretty full by the time they had gotten there although the professor wasn't there. They climbed the stairs to slid into two chairs in the middle row and pulled their notebooks out and set up. The class was a mandatory one for them both, but Mina was much more interested in it that he was. He was just there to pass it and get on to the more fun aspects of his studying.
Their professor was a tired looking dark haired man. His long black hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail that did unfortunate things to Denki's poor gay heart and he had a scar along his cheek but he didn't seem to be all that keen on teaching them anything. After learning his name was Shouta Aizawa but if anyone called him Shouta he'd expel them, Denki found himself tuning out, his phone buzzing in his pocket. He slipped it out and opened up the group chat that he was in.
Cherry Bomb [07:59]: @Pikachu you left your dorm keys again!
Sharknado [08:01]: Again?! How does he ever get home?
Blasty [08:06]: He probably just sits outside like a moron until someone takes him in like a fucking stray dog.
Sharknado [08:07]: Babe that's mean. Kami isn't a stray.
Blasty [08:09]: You say that about all the fucking strays we take in.
Pikachu changed Blasty's nickname to Pompeii
High and Mighty [08:17]: Pompeii?
Pikachu [08:18]: You know! The explosion thing in Greece.
Ripley [08:19]: Yes! That is perfect for him!
Pompeii [08:21]: Fuck sake! What is with the shitty nicknames?
Pompeii [08:22]: AND POMPEII WAS THE CITY NOT THE FUCKING VOLCANO! THAT WAS CALLED MOUNT VESUVIUS!
Pompeii [08:22]: AND ITS OFF THE COAST OF FUCKING ITALY YOU FUCKING IDIOTS! NOT GREECE!
Pikachu changed Pompeii's nickname to Vesuvius
Ripley [08:25]: Nice!
Vesuvius [08:25]: YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!
Vesuvius [08:25]: What room are you assholes in? I'm going to come to that class and kick your ass for you!
Denki giggled to himself a little before putting his phone down to pull a snack out his bag and pretend to listen to the lecture. Mr Aizawa was just going over the basic outline of the course as Denki opened up his small, snack size of pringles. He offered one to Mina, who happily accepted it as she jotted down a note. Was he meant to be taking notes too? A few moments passed while Denki scrolled aimlessly through his social media, liking the odd comment or picture and he paused to take a drink from the can of coke that he had brought with him. Just as he was lowering the can from his lips the door opened, drawing his gaze towards the noise.
The man that walked in instantly had Denki's full attention. His hair was a deep purple and pushed back from his attractive face. He looked tired from where Denki was sitting, but his eyes were still sharp and alert despite the dark smudges beneath them. His body looked toned beneath the shirt that he wore, but the way he had the top few buttons undone and his sleeves pushed up to expose his forearms had Denki's mouth watering and he forced himself to swallow. The black trousers clung to slim hips and hugged an ass that Denki found himself wanting to bite.
“Ah, perfect timing.” Mr Aizawa was saying, but Denki couldn't take his eyes off the newcomer. Mina nudged his arm slightly and he realised that he was still holding his can of coke halfway in the air. He put it down a bit too roughly, startling the girl in front of him who turned to glare over her shoulder, but his mind had pulled him straight back to the gorgeous man at the front of the room so he couldn't even apologise to the girl.
Denki tried to act normal, he had to push through this gay panic. He was a grown man, he didn't act like a silly high school girl whenever a pretty man walked past him. Nodding to himself, and silently reminding himself that he could do this, Denki forced himself to act like nothing had happened.
“This is Hitoshi Shinsou. He's a third year studying here. He will be assisting me with your class, so if you are struggling with anything he will be here to help you. He runs a group tutoring every Wednesday evening and his email is online beneath mine.” Aizawa told them, “I recommend you use him when you need to.”
“I would use him all night long.” Mina whispered into Denki's ear and he spluttered in reply to her. Had she read his mind? Had he said that? No. No, that had definitely been her. Denki shook his head and reached for the can of Pringles, maybe a distraction was what he needed?
It was just as the thought had crossed his mind that his fingers dipped into a cold liquid and he squealed out loud in fright, snatching his hand back quickly and flicking specks of coke across his desk. He knocked the can over and fizzy, soaking pringles flopped out of their can and Denki groaned as he realised that he must have poured his can of coke into them during his moment watching Shinsou. Laughter at his side made him turn to Mina, who had apparently recorded the whole thing on her phone. Wonderful. That would no doubt be in the group chat.
Mina laughed at him so much that she ended up leaning so far back that she tumbled out of her seat and fell into the stairway between the rows, her legs in the air and tears in her eyes as everyone turned to watch them. Denki felt his face heat up as the blood rushed to his cheeks when his gaze met Shinsou's. Not exactly the sexy, confident look he wanted to portray. Mina was still cackling on the floor, not caring in the slightest that her skirt had fallen up around her waist, showing off the short sports shorts that she wore underneath.
“Ashido and Kaminari was it?” Aizawa's tone was harsh and his voice was so loud that Mina was instantly silenced, rolling down a step to look up at their lecturer. Denki cleared his throat and nodded awkwardly. “Good. Get out.”
“What?” Mina asked, taken aback.
“Get out my class. I have no time for your childish antics, girl. As for you, Kaminari, you haven't paid the slightest bit of attention this whole time. So get out and come back when you both decide to stop wasting my time.”
Denki didn't know that his face could have grown hotter, but it did and he had no doubt that he was as red as the colour that Kirishima dyed his hair every few months. He nodded and quickly gathered his things up, shoving his unused notebook into his bag as he stood up, waiting for Mina to get her things. She didn't seem to be embarrassed at all, still giggling as she skipped down the steps in front of him. She grinned at Shinsou as they passed but Denki refused to make eye contact. That had been his plan and it had been going great until the voice stopped him in his tracks.
It was a low voice, one that set goosebumps along his skin as it spoke to him quietly as he passed. “Nice shirt, Pringles.” Denki froze, lifting his eyes to meet the smirk that Shinsou flashed him, showing off perfectly straight white teeth. Denki wanted to kiss him. He couldn't breathe. His heart was beating so hard against his ribs that it felt like it was going to burst out his chest like they did in cartoons. Denki licked his lips before he looked up at Shinsou's eyes. They were tired looking, but there was something oddly sexy in that purple gaze and Denki felt his legs turn to jelly when those eyes dropped to watch his tongue as he licked his lips.
The spark between them threatened to catch fire, and Denki was trying to think about all the reasons that he shouldn't shove his tongue into his TA's mouth when a familiar laugh broke the spell over them both. Shinsou offered Denki one final smirk and the blonde quickly adverted his eyes, feeling his cheeks burn as Mina giggled at him.
“Pringles? Oh god that is brilliant! Wait until Bakugo hears that one!”
Denki turned his head away, moving past Shinsou and out of the room without further comment. He wanted to blame it all on embarrassment, but that didn't explain the butterflies in his stomach when he glanced down at his band shirt for the rest of the day.