Scents - A Shinkami Omegaverse AU

What Feels Right

"Minnnnnnnnn. Min. Min. Minmin. Minaaaaaaaaa."

"Denks, I literally need to take this one selfie, and my hair is being such a bitch. Like, the one time I need you, you decide to go frizzy?" Mina pulled at her pink locks, trying to make them fluff the way she wanted. It was largely unsuccessful, and ended up more poodle-like than when she'd begun.

"Remember the perm you got in tenth grade?" Denki asked, reclining on a beanbag and watching her angle the phone while he flipped through a book.

"What about it?" She growled quietly, grabbing Denki's hairbrush and attempting to relax the hairstyle.

Denki turned the page, snickering as Mina's hair puffed up more. Between her warm brown skin and electric-pink hair, she truly did look like a poodle groomed for show. "This is so much worse than the perm."

She smiled sardonically, running her hands through her hair. "Get up and helllllllllp." She tugged on Denki's hands and pulled him up from the beanbag.

"All right, all right," he sighed dramatically. "A shame I have to be the only one here who can actually deal with their hair."

"You, sir, get to shut up now because you have soft hair Japanese genes and I have frizzy mess Indian genes." She sat down in front of Denki's vanity with a thump, applying a coat of matte pink lipstick. Denki pulled off her ever-present headband and smoothed down the mess, massaging Mina's scalp. She sighed, leaning against Denki's stomach. "You really are the best, Denks."

"It's a hard job, but somebody has to do it," he smirked, earning a smack on his hip.

"I'm not joking, though, okay? Don't ever lose your self-worth. Shinsou or otherwise."

Denki's smile dropped. "What happened?" asked Mina, immediately in mama-bear mode. "Has he done something again?"

"No, no, everything's perfect. Actually, remember day before the day before yesterday when I disappeared and didn't come back until the next afternoon?"

Mina pursed her lips. "No, but I do remember almost calling the cops."

"Okay, but like Shinsou and I had our first time that night."

Mina whipped around, kajol half-applied. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, and it was so amazing, Min," Denki said dreamily, oblivious. "I did not know how gentle sex could possibly get until then."

"Excuse me?"

"What- oh, is this because I didn't tell you?" Denki's answer was Mina's glare. "I'm sorryyyyyyy. I just kind of... wanted to keep it mine a little longer."

Mina humphed and turned around, going back to her charcoal-black eyeliner. "Minnnnnnn, don't be mad."

"I'm not mad," said Mina. She sounded as though she was choosing her words carefully. "I'm just... disappointed? I guess I feel excluded. None of your other partners were like this." She smiled weakly at Denki's reflection in the mirror as he brushed her hair out. "Maybe that's a good thing. Though nineteen is a bit young to find your forever."

Denki fell quiet, debating telling Mina. "And there was another thing."

"Another? I might not be able to handle it."

"He kind of... asked me if I wanted to move in?" He set down the hairbrush, ready for resistance.

Mina choked and smeared mascara across her face, thin black lines marring her forehead. "Denki! What? You've known him less than a year! And you've been dating what, five months?"

Denki played with his fingers, looking down. "I dunno, Mina. Somehow it feels... right. I thought I could at least consider it, you know?"

Mina squinted. "I love you, Denki. I support you to the ends of the earth. But five months. Literally five."

"Should I wait until six?" he fretted.

Mina threw her hands in the air. "The months are not the problem! Or they are, but... why? You haven't even met his dads yet!"

"I could meet them," said Denki. "I just- Min, it feels right. That's all I know. With- with Hitoshi I feel safe, and loved, and protected. I know my instincts have been wrong before, but this feels like how a soulmate might be."

Mina stood up, opened her mouth, and sat down. Her hair was in even more disarray than before, if that was possible. She didn't bother fixing her eye makeup. "I guess it's just that I'm losing you. I mean, even I think he might be right for you. But what if- you could get seriously hurt. I don't want you hurt, Denki. You're my favorite person." She thought for a second. "Besides Hanta, of course."

"See?" Kaminari smiled gently. "That's how we'll be. I know it. You'll be my favorite person, besides Hitoshi. You already are."

Mina grumbled, pouting. "He's climbed the ranks unfairly fast."

Denki merely smiled, picking up the hairbrush again. "I'll think about it, okay? Just think about it. I'll ask Izuku what he thinks, too."

Mina raised an eyebrow. "Promise?"

"Absolutely. Now let's get you that perfect selfie." Denki went back to brushing through Mina's hair, managing to relax the curls eventually. He clipped barrettes in while Mina exclaimed encouragement and applied her own makeup. "Let's do you," she beamed, seating him in front of the mirror. "Natural as usual?" He nodded, inspecting his face in the mirror.

He looked... happy. That was the only word he could think of. His skin glowed, and there was a perpetual smile on his face that came with being wanted. Kaminari touched the little imperfections: a breakout near his hairline, the mole on his jaw, and found that they didn't bother him like they used to. While Mina gossiped behind him, Denki allowed for a satisfied smile. It had been quite some time since he felt proud to be himself, proud to love who he loved, and unafraid of what was to come.

Mina took her Instagram photo with him in it, both of them smiling through a rose-tinted filter. Denki stuck his tongue out and flashed a peace sign while Mina circled his shoulders with an arm, holding the phone high above them. Mina wrote a simple description- "Guess who's moving out!"- added tags, and posted with a bittersweet smile. Denki held her close as they cuddled on the couch, watching Mean Girls and laughing.

Later, he sent a picture to Shinsou, of him in the mirror in a sleeveless black turtleneck crop top that stopped just underneath his chest, running a hand through his loose hair. He pressed send with a cheeky smile, adding after, "You need a Snap so I can torture you with these." Shinsou replied with a string of horny responses until he finally called over FaceTime and Denki locked himself in his bedroom with his phone.

When he fell asleep that night, Hitoshi snoring lightly on the other end of the phone, Denki realized that he was.

He was happy.

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awwwww

i love domesticity sm :((((( hold me while i cry

this is so late i meant to post this last week but time flies when youre doing jack shit with it

drink some water <3

- gale