A S T A T I C [s.hitoshi & k.denki]

eleven

It was just a normal Monday morning, the exception of Denki with his coffee steaming and looking like shit. Tokoyami rose an eyebrow in concern; the male watched his partner(or what was left of him) collapse into a seat.

Fumikage blinked at the blonde, watching his corpse lay limp before radiating an aura that sent shivers down his spine. Though as if it were instinct, the raven-haired boy opened his lips.

"What in the midst has been troubling you lately?"

No response yet, but as Kaminari picked his head up; his blonde bangs hid his clearly not ok expression.

"If I have to deal with one more bitch, Tokoyami, tell everyone that I won the fight." It was obvious the blonde was ill, the usually eccentric and smiley male popping his knuckles as if he was really going to fight someone.

Yet after that proclamation, Denki let his head hit the mahogany desk with an exhausted slump.

"I hate this man, I wanna just leave but I feel that Aizawa-Sensei would just drag my ass back." The blonde reached for his bag, pulling out a chunky binder similar to Fumikage's that was slid to the side. "I stayed up doing this stupid piece of crap and then Fukukado-Sensei will probably pull some weird stuff in class."

The two exchanged conversations through aura, something Midoriya had recommended after that weird social-analysis class in high school. Denki sighed, sipping his coffee idly before turning slightly to his partner.

"Do you think in a America, mosquitos are being used to re-spread viruses and diseases that were already conquered? Like the mosquito could just be infected with chicken pox and like bite someone."

Random, but food for the thought nonetheless.

"I actually prefer the thought that mirrors and puddles are doors to a different universe." Tokoyami added, scrolling through his phone nonchalantly.