It's Raining It's Pouring, I Know I'll Never Be The King

Shut Up!

This is what you've been waiting for; sorry it took so long and I hope it's satisfactory 

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"I said yes to being friends! What more could you want from me?!" Shinsou said exasperatedly to the blonde next to him. Denki Kaminari was hanging off of Hitoshi's bed upside down, with his head near the floor. He was drinking from a soda can with a straw, his second attempt, the first failing miserably.

On his first try, he just went to chug the soda and spilled it all over himself. He refused to leave the insomniac's room to change and instead had taken one of Shinsou's shirts for himself despite the difference in size.

So as he carefully took sips of soda from the straw, with his chin jutted towards the ceiling, the borrowed shirt was rolling down his stomach and Denki had given up trying to keep it up, just letting it slip over his chest in folds.

Righting himself up at Shinsou's question, he propped himself up on his elbows with his head leaning into his shoulders and the straw hanging out of his mouth.

"Being friends means that you have to hang out. And since you and I are friends, that makes you friends with my friends."

"I never agreed to that," Shinsou mumbled

"You kind of did, you know, 'friend of a friend's ' situation or whatever, 'a friend of yours is a friend of mine' and all that."

"Kaminari you as well as I know that's not what those mean! It's about treating people like friends not forcing friendship on them!" Shinsou accused tiredly. Brushing his violet hair out of his face once again with a heavy sigh and a deep suck of air in before looking over to Kaminari who had gone back to his drink.

"I don't think that that's entirely true Shin, it doesn't really matter what the true definition of those phrases is" he sat up, "but instead it's about how you perceive and apply the concepts. I'm not trying to force friendship on you, however, I do think you need to be more social."

"No I don't,"

"I believe you do. A large portion of hero work is being able to socialize and compromise. If you don't have allies you'll be on your own, but you'll also be lacking in other areas of experience and expertise. If you don't at least start talking to people, you'll be useless in interrogations or trying to comfort people. Someone you meet one day might be great with kids, but if you don't give strangers a chance then you're missing a large opportunity to advance physically mentally, and emotionally."

Hitoshi knew Denki had a point, and somehow those were wise words. ^when did he get so philosophical?! Also, why is that actually kinda right? I thought he was the dumb excitable one.^

"Just Shut Up!" Hitoshi sighed. Denki tumbled off of the bed landing on his knees, placing his hands before him on the ground while he stared up at Shinsou. He blinked absent-mindedly with a cheeky smile on his face.

Taking a large slurp of his orange soda (anyone else remember?) he pulled his lips off of the straw; licked his top lip, and smirked.

"Make me!" He dared and took another sip of his drink with a wink. Shinsou gained an idea before the blonde could babble on about how he needed to make more friends in order to be a proficient Hero.

And he kissed him. Straight on the lips.

He pulled the drink away from Kaminari's mouth; tilted the blonde's chin upwards to face him, and placed a feathery peck at those two plush pink lines stuck on Kaminari's face. It happened as fast as it was over and for some reason, Shinsou wanted to feel it again.

Denki was opening and closing his mouth comically before he gave up on trying to speak.

"Um," Denki stuttered out, body and head still facing upwards to Shinsou who was leaning down from his bed. His golden orbs glanced away for a moment and Denki brought up two fingers to his lips, tracing them softly for a moment before he gasped in surprise.

Shinsou had started leaning in again, once more tilting the blonde's head up for himself. Shinsou kissed Denki again, just a few slow small pecks, steadily growing longer before he tried to part.

Denki grabbed the indigo-eyed boy's face and pulled him back in for a deeper kiss. Hitoshi crawled off the bed into Denki's arms. The blonde crept one hand to Hitoshi's neck and the other into his hair.

Shinsou tried to pull away once for air and only got one quick breath before Denki pulled his hair and pushed Shinsou into the side of his bed. Soft sweet delicate kisses turning chaste quick and sloppy, two pairs of lips slipping on and off of each other.

The two forgot about breathing as they tangled their hands in each other hair, taking in the other's scent and the color of their eyes. Denki kept grabbing at skin and clothes and hair while Shinsou held Denki's left thigh and his right hip.

They barely lefts each other's smiles until they couldn't feel anything besides butterflies and their hearts beating against each other; there was close to no air in their lungs and reluctantly they each pulled away.

Denki's grip loosening on Hitoshi's sweater as he finally pulled back, tilting his head back I to his shoulders as he gulped in a couple of breaths of air, letting go is the soft fabric as he brought the same hand that once held them together to his chest and trailing it up to his neck; feeling his heart beating like a Lion in a cage and then up towards his throat where he was still trying to breathe.

Even tho he was still breathless he let out some weak chuckles, deep and guttural laughter; broken and raspy from lack of oxygen. He continued to have a laughing fit and Hitoshi joined in his own quiet chuckles, not knowing what was so funny but admitting to himself that laughter is contagious and Denki's laugh was absolutely adorable.

"Wow!" Denki whispered.

"Yeah." Hitoshi agreed with him, giving the blonde a small smile while he blushed.

"Damn. I think you might have bruised my thigh," he trailed off looking down at his left thigh where Hitoshi had grasped and squeezed while they made out.

"Oh, sorry, wasn't really thinking with my head if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do. But seriously, if that's how you get me to shut up then maybe I should talk more."