BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

KamiSero | Stay Over for the Night

        The first date's been a success, much to Hanta's relief...

Being friends for as long as they have been, being nervous on their first date was something a bit unexpected. Denki insisted on stressing the fact that it felt like meeting Hanta all over again... and it was true, simply, he'd met Hanta with a new perspective. A possibly romantic point of view... a hopefully loving, more fully devoted perspective.

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Content warning: Small mention of an accident (a cut finger)
Rating: NSFW [18+ Scenes]
TC: Top! Hanta
Word count: 8441
Request by; No one/ Author
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The joshing had remained the same, though they were beyond swooned to see their much sweeter side jump out throughout their dinner. Hanta can be extremely dreamy when it comes to romance. And Denki only sat back and squeezed at his swelling heart, asking why he'd chosen to fall for someone this sugar-packed. This considerate. This perfect.

The later it gets, the less their jokes seem to come by. They seem more interested in physical touch, rather. They seem far more curious now that they've opened a new door to their bond. It's been simple thus far, the slight few shy touches of their pinkies, the "accidental" foot bumping, and that one more advanced thigh touch that Hanta had put forth, on Denki. He'd felt so powerful just then, in that restaurant table, to see how quickly Denki had fallen into a disastrous puddle of heat.

Hanta had been in charge of their transportation, tonight. Denki had commented on how much more romantic Hanta had made tonight by plainly coming out with his bike, a fiery red sports tourer paired with black helmets that made Hanta's hair all that much more messy... just how Denki seems to love.

He'd gotten Denki back to his doorstep at nine P.M sharp. He felt confident over that little fact.

Nonchalant as always, helmet under his arm, he gives off a breathy chuckle and claims, "here we areee... arrived safe and sound,"

"Yeah... man, tonight flew by," Denki had thrown back, feeling the need to weightlessly share his balance to each foot, as he stared up at honey-covered eyes.

"It did, huh?"

"I loved it, though," a sweeter voice continued, "I-... man, I'll be right up front, here," he continued, giggling a bit, "I'm... really, really interested... i-in you, like..." another shy giggle is exhaled. "In a more-than-friends kinda way, yannow...? Like, this definitely doesn't have to be an only date..."

Hanta bit his lip from the urge of smiling widely. He'd felt the urge split upon his face so suddenly, his heart had jolted from it. He leaned forward a bit, intending it to be playful and a bit childish, even, as he wiggled his brows and pushed forward with a "yeah?"

"Of course..." he'd quietly claimed, almost in awe. "Like... So interested in you to a point where I'd say that a first kiss on the first date wouldn't even be cheesy, in this situation..." he trailed on, "but y'knoooowww...."

Hanta leaned back, eyebrows raising on his forehead as he inhaled slowly. "Oh, is that an invitation...?" He slyly questioned.

He'd shrugged, humming as while being unable to fight the urge to lower his head, tucking his cold hands deep into his pockets as he leaned back and forth, back and forth on his toes, and the heels of his feet.

Hanta felt slow, currently. Though still, he raised a hand up to his chin, the sound of his leather jacket stretching and rubbing together at the movement entering the night and the silent neighborhood, never ticking at Denki's attention. He'd only looked up for the hand, now warm and gentle on his jaw.