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Pancake thoughts

There was only a week left of November. The weather began to get colder, and shops and houses were already ready for the upcoming holiday.

Denki sighed, looking out a window that was far from he sat in the common room, eating freshly made pancakes Bakugou had made in this colder morning. It seems as though word got loose about Bakugou making breakfast as more students of 1-A began to come into the dormitory.

Denki sat on the couch slouched while munching on his own plate of pancakes Bakugou handed him with a glare, as if Denki was his worst enemy that the sandy blond would rather see dead.

People chatted and talked about their own plans for Christmas break regardless of it being a month away.

Few people went up to Denki to see what he was up too, starting a small conversation before they were off to get their own plate of pancakes. They probably didn't want to stay long due to the blond's spacey mood. Knowing damn well that he would hardly hear a word they say.

And let's be honest, it's best he had this mood now instead of in class.

Denki ate slowly, only really taking the time to cut a piece of pancake off so he could eat it easier. It was almost as if Denki was in a whole different world with the distant look on his face while he glace around occasionally.

What Aizawa needed from Hitoshi was still a slight mystery. All he could really out of him was a "He said he could help me and I'm thinking about it..." Honestly, Denki could hardly understand the rest of what Hitoshi said with his mumbled tone and though Denki wanted to pry and ask more, he kept his lips sealed.

He felt some type of relief, like a weight on his chest being lifted, but not fully off of his chest. He said he could help me. Denki could only hope the guardian chose the right choice.

Aizawa seemed like a pretty cool dude. He took his time to make sure Hitoshi wasn't some maniac and harming Denki. It was nice, and Aizawa was a father even and deals with a classroom full of hormonal teenagers five days a week, maybe even a full week depending!

All Denki wanted was for Hitoshi to look less, well, sickly. The blond didn't know how to approach the situation, but maybe Aizawa did. Maybe Denki was relying on Aizawa a little too much. But it's not like he could help it. 

Stuffing another bite of pancake into his mouth and savoring the fluffy textures and syrup hitting his tongue, he started to feel the burning gaze of Hitoshi.

Glancing over to look at the guardian angel. He realized Hitoshi wasn't even looking at him. He was looking at his plate with eyes that could only be described as longing. He licked his lips like an animal given a feast. His gaze didn't look away from the food, so focused on the pancakes that he didn't even notice Denki's confused stare.

"You want some dude?" Denki offered. He only had one and a half of his pancakes to spare which clearly was not enough for how desperate the guardian looked for food. 

He gave a small nod, finally looking at Denki though only for a split second. He didn't say a word, seeming hypnotized by the smells and looks of the pancakes Bakugou had prepared. 

Denki handed him his plate, and just like that Hitoshi dug in. He didn't try and cut the soft pancake with the fork like Denki did moments ago, only using it to lift it up so it was easier to eat. Even if it was a good thing he was eating if he were hungry, there a sadness that it left.

"Guardian angels don't need food."

He remembers Hitoshi telling him when he asked before. 

Was this Lois's doing? If she's been messing with them so much, could she somehow change a guardian angels' body? The thought seemed likely much to their misfortune. She was a goddess; she could probably do anything them with just a snap of her fingers! They were lucky enough she didn't decide to turn them into dust.

Denki couldn't help his lingering gaze on Hitoshi. His wings went around himself only slightly. Probably to make sure no one saw a floating plate unless they were at an angle. He finished with his final bite, syrup on his lips while some laid on his chin with stickiness.

With his voice low, not quiet enough to be a whisper but quiet enough to hardly be heard, Denki began. "So, you were hungry." He started, handing over his half drunken water bottle. The blond watched as Hitoshi chugged it down in less than ten seconds, his Adams apple bobbing each time he swallowed a big gulp of water.

"Is that what Aizawa needed to tell you? Can he sense your hungrier than a horse?" He asked, leaning in closer to Hitoshi so he could hear him with all the different voices talking. "He mentioned it, but that wasn't what he was talking about. I don't think." Hitoshi answer, voice a quiet mumble.

Denki may have noticed Hitoshi's current state of his eyebags being two shade darker and his hair might as well resemble a bird's nest until today it seemed. His hair looked nicely brushed, back to its naturally messy self. To top it all off, Hitoshi looked a shade paler, and that's saying something with how pale he was in general. 

Now that the guardian angel ate something, Denki could already see a slight difference.

"I'm guessing this was-"

"Lois's doing? Probably." Hitoshi answered with a small eyeroll. He wiped his mouth with his hand, only getting it sticky and smearing the syrup onto his face more. A small pout came to his lips and Denki had to hold in a laugh with the sight in front of him.

The blond had to clear his throat before he spoke. Not trusting the laugh that wanted to escape his throat. "Hey, look on the Brightside. At least you can taste the delights of food! I'm surprised you didn't eat food just from the smells of it." Denki spoke, scooting closer to the guardian angel who deiced his boots were far more interesting than trying to look towards Denki.

"I've never really thought that much about food until now." His mumble was barely audible, Denki was lucky that he had gotten closer to Hitoshi or else he wouldn't have heard his low mumble.

Silence came over the two. It wasn't awkward nor was it the comfortable silence both enjoyed having with each other. Denki sat close to Hitoshi, almost touching with how close they were, and Hitoshi was far too aware of it.

Hitoshi didn't like admitting it, regardless of it being true. He liked the blond dearly and it made him look like a fool. 

What must start always must come to an end. Jirou walked over, school uniform on though she had a thicker jacket over her blazer for extra warmth due to the colder winds this morning had brought. Her hair was brushed nicely in its usual style.

"We're getting ready to leave soon so you should probably start getting ready." She informed. Her voice was still tired and seeming bored as her arms were crossed and she waited till the blond nodded for the confirmation he heard her.

She turned to walk back where she originally was, but Denki couldn't help but notice the nicer bracelet that her sleeves exposed as they road up just slightly for him to see. It was very much out of her usual style. The nice golden bracelet with small, red rhinestones wasn't something you'd see her wear.

A smug expression came to Denki's face with knowing eyes. "Nice bracelet you got there Jirou." He couldn't help but tease, only getting amused as the girl's face brightened red. She huffed in annoyance, something she did mainly to Denki. "Oh, shut up." She bit out, walking away with heavier steps.

Denki chuckled. Jirou and Yaoyorozu were such an obvious couple that everyone in class 1-A knew about even if it wasn't confirmed. Even with Denki showing up later, he could see it easily with how the two girls smiled and stared fondly at each other. No one called them out on it, not wanting to stop the cute displays they saw.

It may be something Denki can't help but envy. Having someone that looks at you so fondly with a lovesick expression on their face. Someone that could hold you and someone that would hold your hand, giving it a squeeze from time to time.

It was such a simple thing that Denki wished to have ever since he saw those cheesy couples on Tv as a kid. It was such a bittersweet thought, wanting something that so many had, yet you can't get a grasp on it.

Sad for Denki, for he had it right next to him.