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Denki’s laughter hitches when his back thumps against the wall. Air whooshes out of his lungs as Hitoshi shoves his forearm against his chest, warm and solid, pinning him. When his breath returns to him, Denki only laughs harder.
Alright, alright, maybe he went a little overboard with poking the big bad sleepy teddy bear. But hey, Hitoshi’s the one who looked like he needed an out. A little flirty touch here, a teasing remark there right in front of an audience creates the perfect escape for guys like him. Denki simply helped the guy out (and fine, some of it was for personal agendas, he’ll admit). He may thrive at social galas but it’s hell on earth for most of his friends.
Denki grins as Hitoshi’s hand fists into his pristine shirt collar. His eyebrows are pinched, lips turned down in a scowl yet twitching as he fights a reluctant grin of his own. His teeth clack against the lollipop held in the corner of his mouth; a constant presence between his lips these days as he works on shedding his smoking habit.
Ugh, that shouldn’t be so hot, should it?
Denki’s self preservation skills conveniently go into hiding again and he cups the back of Hitoshi’s neck. The man freezes as Denki’s other hand sneaks up between their nearly touching chests and grabs a hold of the lollipop. Hitoshi’s jaw slackens in surprise or permission, he’s not sure. When he tugs, the lollipop slips out wet and shiny. Ah, it’s a green apple day.
And then the lollipop hovers between them, waiting and watching for one of them to make the next move like a dirty little voyeur.
It’s not really a secret that Denki’s had the hots for him for years now. A single kiss shared the morning of graduation has fueled his feelings for a whole eight years.
The memory of it flashes behind his mind’s eye. The way everything stilled the moment Hitoshi’s hand cupped his cheek. That nook near the bathrooms of the UA auditorium muting the jubilant noise just a hallway down. The press of warm and dry lips. The amused snort when the first thing Denki had said after the kiss was “uhhhh yeah cool yeah”. The slight disappointment when Momo came looking for them to be hauled away for the class photo.
After that…nothing. Well, not nothing. Just not between them. Life happened and there were hero careers to establish. With Denki moving uptown and Hitoshi disappearing into the shadows to do whatever Batman shit he got up to.
Over those years Denki learned to cook and do taxes and kick ass as Chargebolt. Discovered the hard way that some of his clothes really can’t be tossed in the dryer and that arugula cannot be substituted for spinach in a good smoothie. Went to parties and shared plenty more kisses. Had a decent number of walk of shames that maybe he doesn’t feel as ashamed about now. Spent a week holed up at Katsuki’s after that one breakup. Had Eijirou wait for him down the block when he decided to end it with another.
So much has happened since that one kiss and Denki’s quite certain that Hitoshi’s got his share of stories too. That he’s also not the same at twenty-six as he was at eighteen. They just grew up, and apart. And now they’re here, maybe getting close again. Maybe at a point in their lives now when something could happen.
And boy does Denki really, really want something to happen. Because he’s ready for it.
He reads some hesitation on Hitoshi’s face, the mental battle as he scans Denki’s face and their immediate surroundings. Even though a smidge of disappointment wedges between Denki’s ribs, he supposes he could give Hitoshi one more out for the night. So he sticks the lollipop into his own mouth and grins around it.
“Sorry, man, just wanted to steal your candy,” Denki jokes to lighten the tension. He thinks it might be too much for Hitoshi. “Sharing is caring, right?”
Somehow, those words seem to cause the tension to go up a few notches. Denki’s breaths feel shallow and his heart is thundering with how Hitoshi is looking at him. The lines between his brows are gone, and just one corner of his lips turns up. There’s a slight blush high over his sharp cheekbones and he’s got his head tilted a few degrees making a few strands of his gelled hair swoop over his eyes just right.
Ohhh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy.
“If you wanted to share, you could’a just asked, you know,” Hitoshi says finally in that stupid sexy voice of his that makes Denki forget every single word in the Japanese language. He immediately cringes, his nose scrunching cutely in a way that just barely makes up for it
“Ummhahangg.”
Yup, nothing.
And then something.
Denki’s hand is already threading into the back of Hitoshi's hair when the mostly gone sucker is yanked out of his mouth and tossed aside. The taste of green apple is replaced with more green apple, with a hint of what he thinks is Katsuki’s secret stash of whisky. And of course, the taste that is unequivocally Hitoshi.
The kiss is somehow rough and soft at the same time. New and familiar, languid but urgent. It holds the same innocence of that first kiss shared as teenagers yet also the weight of everything else they’ve experienced together and apart for nearly a decade since then.
And it’s the best effing kiss Denki’s ever had.
“So, uh, just so I know for real,” Denki’s mouth runs before his brain can try to play catch up, “This. Is happening.”
Hitoshi snorts, shyly pecks the corner of his mouth. “Well, sure looks like it.”
“So the sharing thing was, like, about me and not the lollipop.”
”Uhh, yeah.”
”So you like me.”
”No shit.”
”Your confession was kiiinda lame, though. Not even sure it made sense. But it was cute, I liked it.”
”Are we gonna break down and analyze my flirting skills all night or are you gonna fucking kiss me?”
Denki’s brain short circuits even though this is what he was hoping to hear. Guess that doesn’t make things any easier to process. He tries to think of something awesome to say but the universe seems to want to mock his empty-headedness in that moment. Because right at that moment, the sound of a toilet flushing fills the hallway.
”We have got to stop doing this near bathrooms,” Denki deadpans. Hitoshi blinks, and then he’s laughing so hard his whole body shakes. Denki loves the way it vibrates through his own, from his ribcage down to his toes.
Denki swallows Hitoshi’s laughter, melding their mouths once more. An arm curls around his waist and pulls him closer, and Denki relishes the way he has to reach up to wind his arms around Hitoshi’s neck.
The wet sound when they part sends a tingle down Denki’s spine. ”Maybe we gotta start doing this in the bathroom, then,” Hitoshi murmurs. Then promptly scrunches his nose again.
“I think you should just leave the flirty talk to me, big guy,” Denki chuckles, idly playing with the hoop in Hitoshi’s lobe. He kinda wants to suck on it.
“Oh right, I forgot you’ve got suchhh a way with words.”
Denki sticks out his tongue and tugs a strand of hair at the nape of Hitoshi’s neck. “You’re mean. Fuck you.”
Hitoshi smirks, though Denki catches the flutter of his purple lashes when he tugs his hair again. “You like it,” Hitoshi teases, his voice rough. “And please do.”
Denki’s eyes widen in surprise. Hitoshi’s gaze doesn’t waver, his expression turning only a tad sheepish.
Footsteps echo down the hall, getting quieter as they move away
“So, uh, bathroom?” Denki’s inquires.
Hitoshi grins. “Bathroom.” He’s already on the move with Denki in tow.