𝟏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

(twenty-eight)ʸᵒˢʰⁱᵈᵃ

story by shotarouge on ao3

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"If you want you can spend the night at my place," he said indifferently.

"Yes, I think that would be fine, this shitty rain doesn't stop, will Kishibe be upset?"

"I don't know, he has no reason to".

Denji just grimaced and if it bothered Kishibe he still didn't care, the winter was getting heavier and his stay was farther away than Yoshida's, he was already tired of getting wet almost every day.

They took the subway and each one was immersed in his thoughts, from time to time they looked at each other and Yoshida smiled lasciviously and Denji responded in the same way, it really felt comfortable that silence, besides that both were exhausted because they spent practically more at the institute than at home.

Out of nowhere, Denji had a hit of nostalgia, remembering all the people with whom he had crossings and who were no longer there, he realized that for a long time he spent ignoring those emotions that he buried somewhere, as the others say.

"Well, this is the train stop".

They both got off the subway, Yoshida was the only one carrying an umbrella so they both shared it, they bumped shoulder from time to time.

"We are almost there".

"I hope so because this rain is soaking me to the b...."

"Yes, I got it, we're almost there".

They walked a couple more streets and arrived at a building, it wasn't bad Denji thought, it had a decent facade, not luxurious either but it looked comfortable and pleasant. They went up to the third floor, Yoshida opened the door, invited Denji in, they took off their shoes.

"Make yourself comfortable".

"It's late, I want to sleep". To tell the truth he had no idea why he lied.

"Well, go to your room and find something that fits you and go to bed".

Denji left his things on the floor, he only took off his uniform and stayed in a pair of underpants and took a pair of pajamas from Yoshida to cover himself underneath.

"Don't you want a shirt?"

"That's fine. Hey, where are you going to sleep?"

"In the living room, no worries for that".

"Stay here, we've been in worse shit together, sleeping together is not a big deal". Yoshida realized that Denji was right, he took a shirt and baggy pants and left the light on lightly so they could sleep.

They settled on the bed, back to back and Denji closed his eyes, unlike Yoshida who was staring at a fixed point in the room. As the night wore on, the atmosphere became quieter but calm, through the window they could hear the sound of the breeze and the warmth that Denji emanated, gradually helped him to fall asleep, Yoshida turned off the light and settled back in.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, can't you sleep?" Yoshida asked.

"I was, but I woke up when you got up".

"Hmm, I'm sorry".

"I'm not blaming you for anything". And they fell silent again. Their bond was a little strange but pleasant, after they all died, Yoshida had become the people he lived with the most.

"Hey Yoshida, I think I like you"

Yoshida was a little surprised, but it was Denji, he probably didn't even know the meaning of liking so he took it in stride.

"You mean you like me like friends" .he said as if it was nothing.

"I don't know what I mean," Yoshida was right, Denji didn't know what he was saying. "I mean, I like being with you, you're weird, but I like you".

Yoshida turned around to be face to face with him, with his usual expressionless look, he took Denji's hand. "Does this like you?" he returned the question.

Denji noticed that he was not uncomfortable touching Yoshida, but he did feel nervous and maybe he wasn't sure what to say either.

"Yes, I like it".

"I like you too". Yoshida replied.

Even though everything was extremely dark, they both smiled and fell asleep, without saying anything else and with the warmth of each other's hand in one touch.