TokoKami Stories

Processing Purposes

[More quirkless AU bc I'm obsessed with the way I have imagined Tokoyami :) (shown above)]

Fumikage Tokoyami scrolled through his laptop one last time, praying to any lord above to have good luck. His resume was already looked at, it must've been. But his anxious mind wouldn't calm down.

The dark haired boy tried everything. Messing with his hair, being careful not to move it out of his face; messing with his ring, bracelets, or chain; sometimes even getting up and walking around his dorm room.

Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jirou were the only two left in his room. But Kyoka was starting to get tired. Their eyes looked heavy as they looked around the room. They felt bad for needing to leave.

"Hey, Fumi," Kyoka stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I'm getting really tired. I'm so sorry to do this too, but I need to sleep. I believe in you though, man." They patted Fumikage's back before dragging themselves out the door. At this point, Fumikage looked at Denki.

"You can leave too, Kaminari," Fumikage suggested. Denki looked up from his phone, eyes wide open as if he's done this before and too often.

"No man! You need company to get the excitement out with when you get the job! It's a big company to work for," Denki stood up, throwing his phone onto Fumikage's dark bed. "I'm staying here for as long as you need me to! I'll even sleep over if you need me to!"

Fumikage laughed, folding his arms and rocking on his feet as he stared at his laptop. An adoptive family member worked at the job the dark haired boy applied to, which encouraged him to try even harder. But even with everyone's words before they left to go to bed, Fumikage still had doubts.

"Thanks, Kaminari." The way Fumikage spoke was a sign he needed sleep. His usual metaphorical dialect was starting to turn into something similar to Denki's. The bleach blonde felt his face morph into one of concern.

"Hey, Toko," Denki placed a hand on his friends elbow, furrowing his eyebrows. "I think you need sleep. You seem tired."

"I'm fine, 'Minari. Don't worry about-," A small ding of an email interrupted the conversation happening. Both rushed to the laptop, opening the email immediately. The others had convinced both it was better to rip it off like a bandaid.

Denki was too tired to read the email correctly. It was all blurred and mushed together. But seeing his friend smile next to him meant it was good. Right?

"Kami," Fumikage slammed the laptop shut, standing up with a smile. It didn't look sad, but Denki had a bad feeling for some reason. "I actually got accepted. I got the job!"

Before the blonde could say anything, he was tackled to the ground he was sitting on. The two were excited and they were happy to let all the energy out of their system.

Then it happened.

Neither one processed in their brains the action they both took. It was just an in the moment thing. A warm and excited kiss was shared between the two. Fumikage held himself up with an arm near Denki's head and the other hand at both their sides. Denki simply caressed Fumikage's face.

Only when the two separated from the kiss slowly did they realize what happened. The two jumped away from each other, covering their mouths. A blush could clearly be seen on Denki's face and partially on Fumikage's. If the darker haired student didn't have lighter skin blotches, you'd have to actually touch his face to feel the heat of the blood rush.

"I am so sorry," They both said in unison. This broke a little of the awkwardness they caused, getting the two to laugh. Fumikage grabbed his laptop and opened it again, responding to the email. Denki carefully dragged himself over to see his response.

As tired as both of them were, the response was still proper. Denki could at least guess that since only few words stood out to him in the cluster of blurred dots.

"How do you, um, process stuff like that? Since it's, ya know, night?" Fumikage chuckled, closing his laptop softly this time after sending his thank you.

"So, we're just gonna pretend we didn't kiss? Just toss it out the window," Fumikage teased. Denki sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes in hopes to process the moment better.

"I don't know. Do you wanna talk about it? Did it only happen in the moment? Does it mean we're a thing now?" Denki went on with questions that filled his mind. As his list went on, Fumikage just sat there, leaning towards his bed.

"Kaminari," Fumikage interrupted, getting the blonde to stare at him with wider eyes than before. "If you want my opinion, I'd say we should do it again. You know, for... processing purposes. So we can try and process it better." Denki sat there, bamboozled.

"We don't have to," Fumikage suddenly defended. "I'm just saying! Doing something again can help a panicked or stressed mind process something better." The one in a stripped shirt suddenly started fidgeting on his accessories again. A rare sight to see, Fumikage getting nervous of someone's opinion.

"Yeah," Denki responded after bringing his mind back to Earth. "Yeah, let's do it again. For processing purposes!" Denki quickly added the last part, more for himself than the person he was going to kiss again.

The two got closer again, this time with more awkward tension in the air. It was easier when it was on a whim, when nothing clouded either of their brains. The two sat together, knees touching, trying hard not to make this more awkward than it needed to be.

They kissed again, this one more gentle and stiff. Both knew the reason it was more stiff was because they were now aware of it happening. But they soon melted into it again, holding each others hands as time went one.

Fumikage's left and Denki's right hands had let go of each other. The darker aesthetic boy led a hand to the opposites jaw, whereas the lighting loving boy led his hand to the opposites cheek. They both enjoyed the quiet moment they had for a while. Then they split again, resting their foreheads on each others.

"Wow," Denki whispered. Fumikage hummed back, guiding his hand back to Denki's hand to hold again.

"Wow indeed. Glad we did that again." The two laughed groggily yet lovingly.

"So does that mean we're a couple now," Denki asked, moving to rest his head on his lovers shoulders.

"Yes, yes it does. It also means we need to go to sleep," Fumikage pushed Denki to sit up, stood up himself, and then helped his lover up. "Go to your dorm, love." Denki smiled.

"I like that. "Love". It's cute."