Constant smile - shinso x kaminari

Chapter Twenty Six

!TW! - 😏( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The blur of the blue wall was the only thing in Hitoshi's line of vision basically for a week and a half. Aizawa and a few of his friends brought him food and water as he refused to leave Denki's side. Recovery girl had said that Denki had extreme physical and mental damage and may never wake up but if he did, his cognitive functions and motor skills might be gone. Hitoshi ignored the statement. 'He'll be fine.' Hitoshi kept saying to himself. 'He'll be fine'. In the late night of day 10, Hitoshi stared at Denki. "Come on Denki. Come back to us...come back to me." He hoped for an answer but internally knew he was unlikely to get one. "I wish i was there for you more, i wish that i could have saved you from this whole thing, i wish i could of talked to you more and i...I wish I told you I love you. I love you. I love you so fucking much." He tried to wipe his tears but they continued to flow. "You're so nice and funny and kind and beautiful, why did this have to happen to you. Hurry up and come back to me so i can shower you with love." Hitoshi was borderline sobbing. "Please come back." He whispered, sinking to his knees. A small gasp was heard and footsteps approached Hitoshi very quickly. "Oh Toshi." Mina wrapped her arms around the shaking boy. Once she guided Hitoshi through a few deep breaths, he calmed down, Mina pulled him up onto his feet. "You must come back to the dorm." Hitoshi sniveled and shook his head like a stubborn child. "This isn't good for your health. Eating ramen every mealtime, and "sleeping" on that uncomfortable chair is not good, come back to the dorms and when Denki wakes up you'll be all well and rested." Hitoshi sighed, took one last look at the peaceful body on the bed and reluctantly let Mina pull him to his dorm.

Denki's eyes opened to a dark room. He was in that room again but he was also on a bed for a reason unknown to him. All at once the door opened and multiple people walked towards him. Denki scrambled to the corner of the room, in too deep to recognise the pain of his cuts reopening. The T.E.P people continued to get closer then Denki saw a glass bottle. He smashed it on the ground, a little too close to him, and held it in front of him. "I'll fucking slice all of you." They took a step back and looked like they were conversing with each other. "Fucking villains." They looked at him weirdly. All left the room except one who just stood there watching him. An urge of nausea struck Denki and he emptied his guts beside him. The villain in the corner latched onto his moment of vulnerability and reached Denki's side but as soon as she put a hand on his back the bottle swung again. "Don't touch me." The surprisingly unharmed, no faced figure retreated to the other side of the room but Denki paid no attention. All he could feel was hands, hands all over him, hands punching and pinching and slapping. "No! Get off! STOP!" His arm holding the half broken bottle attacked the hands. The sharp shards nicked his arms as the hands all attacked harder. "AHH!" Two hands pinned down his hands then two more on his legs. "NO..n-not again...please." He choked on his tears. "not back to the chair...please." The hands left his arms and legs. Denki reached for the glass bottle but it wasn't there, neither were most of the people that used to be in the room. Only him, a bucket to his right and the same person just watching him. 'If they come near me I could put the bucket over their head as a distraction.' He curled back into his corner. 'Then I'll escape.'

As per usual, Hitoshi couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts and weird feelings that he couldn't quite place. The bright light from his phone illuminated the room and he picked up the call. "Hello?" "It's Denki, he's up but he-" "I'll be right there." He hung up and raced out the door with only a singlet and plaid pajama pants on with only one thing on his mind.

Outside of Recovery girls nurse room stood Present Mic. "Hey dad." He reached for the door but the blonde stopped him. "It's probably not the best time to go in there." "Excuse me what?" Hizashi sighed. "I was going to tell you on the call but you were too excited to get down here. He had a pretty big meltdown thing not long ago and it might not be saf-" "I'm going in there whether you like it or not." Hizashi chuckled. "I thought you'd say something like that, just be careful he tried to attack Recovery girl with a broken glass bottle." Hitoshi frowned but continued forth anyway. He shut the door quietly behind him but Recovery girl heard. "Shinso, good to see you. He's still looking mighty skittish so watch out for if he does anything rash." Hitoshi guided his attention to the shaking boy in the corner who seemed to be in a staring contest with the ground. He sat in front of Denki, longing to be in his arms. The fragile yellow haired boy raised his head and looked at Hitoshi, confused for a moment. "Hiya Denks." Recognition and shock attacked Denki's face. "H...Hitoshi? Is..is it really you?" He didn't wait for an answer, his arms already around the taller boy. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." Denki put his hands on both sides of Hitoshi's face and laughed in disbelief. Tears escaped from both sets of eyes and smiles were bigger than the moon on both sets of their mouths. "Hi." Hitoshi whispered, their noses almost touching. "Hi." Denki dug his head into Hitoshi's shoulder, taking in that good Hitoshi smell. "I never thought I'd see you again after they got me backkkk..." Denki trailed off and looked around the room which seemed to somehow change into Recovery girl's infirmary. "A second ago I swear this was-" He realised the no faced figure from before was Recovery girl. Guilt washed over Denki completely. "Oh my gosh. Recovery girl I am so sorry for before. I-i thought you were a villain." She had a concerned look on her face. "It's okay, I'll give you two your privacy now." Denki smiled gratefully and turned his attention back to Hitoshi, who was examining his scars. "Oh my Denki, I can't imagine what you went through." Tears welled in his eyes. "I know I shouldn't blame myself but-" Denki put his own hands over Hitoshi's. "Exactly. You should not because it is not your fault. I was careless and something happened but I'm here with you now and that's all that should matter." Hitoshi kissed his forehead. "You beautiful thing you." Denki blushed and looped his legs around the taller boy's back as he was sitting in Hitoshi's lap. "You're the beautiful one, not me." Hitoshi held his chin and examined his face. "Forehead." A kiss was placed on Denki's forehead. "Beautiful, cheeks." A kiss on both. "Gorgeous, eyes." Denki giggled as Hitoshi did the same action on his eyes. "Stunning, lips..." He flickered from Denki's lips to his eyes for any sign of protest before but the yellow haired boy was transfixed on Hitoshi's lips so he took the opportunity. Their lips fit together like fine art and what a great art it was. They began with a slow pace, just sort of moving their mouths around because they had the very littlest experience. Hitoshi felt a spike of braveness and poked his tongue through like in the many bl manga he'd read. Denki felt a foreign object poke his teeth so he curiously opened his mouth. He freaked out a bit when he felt another tongue enter his mouth. Hitoshi pulled back, panting. "I'm sorry, did I go too far?" Denki blushed maroon. "N-no...sorry I just uh am like a total novice at this." Hitoshi chuckled. "Same here, we can figure it out together." Denki smiled shyly and went in for round two. They started out slow again but progressed quicker. Denki's hand crawled up Hitoshi's shirt and quickly took it off him. Their mouths were quickly latched together again and the yearning boy opened his mouth at the feel of Hitoshi's tongue. The sensation was weird but Denki got used to it. Their tongues danced around each other's mouths, exploring both caves of wonders. Hitoshi took off Denki's shirt, who was too eager to even notice, and then presssed their bodies closer together. Denki smirked, "Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see m-" Hitoshi cut him off by kissing him, hard (like their dicks ahaha). The sweaty boys got right back into their desperate rhythm, Denki with his hands deep in purple hair and Hitoshi with one hair dangerously close to le butox and the other feeling the smaller boy's abdomen. A knock at the door stopped the pair. "Hitoshi, it's probably time to go. Denki needs his rest." Denki laughed. "As if I'm leaving Hitoshi." He muttered. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes!" This seemed to satisfy Hizashi.

After a few seconds of them just looking into each other's eyes, they put their shirts back on. Hitoshi then stood up, hoisted Denki from the ground and put him on his hips. The yellow haired boy clung his arms around Hitoshi's mid section, the other boy doing the same. Thankfully it covered both of their...problems. "No point staying in the hospital, I'll take you back to our dorms." Denki sighed contently and put his head on Hitoshi's shoulder. "Mhm." The taller boy walked out the room and was met with the two adults. "Hitoshi what are-" "He's fine to come back to the dorms right Recovery girl?" She nodded "Physically." He continued down the hall. "Talk to ya later Pa!" Hitoshi shouted. Hizashi chuckled. "Oh to be young again."

A/n - yo ma homies and homoes. can u guess what T.E.P stands for? closest guess gets a jellybean. hope the smut was up to standard (it'll get more smutty I promise). it's good to see the two of them back together. now for the next part of the story. what's in store? not even i know yet. smut? (eyebrows eyebrows). angst? of course. joy? a few sprinkles here and there. a happy ending? as alwayyyss: vote, comment, subscribe, play call of duty in real life with unsuspecting citizens, paint nerf guns like actual guns (don't go into public unless you want to get shot), dye your pets rainbow (in the absence of a pet- siblings and friends work just as good. if you have no friends...haha.)