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

sixteen

"'And the party don't start, til' I walk in-'" a phone was tossed against the wall, tired rumbles salivating down Denki's chin as he snuggled into the warm pillow he'd been resting on.

The bed smelled like birch wood and coffee, maybe even a little bit of sea salt if the blonde pressed his nose into the pillow. It also radiated heat like a lightbulb, a nice heat that Denki easily fell back into accord with.

Only, the cushion was rising; up and down like a cat or a dog breathing. Yet it couldn't have been a dog or cat, this cushion was way bigger.

In a tired fit, the blonde opened his eyes and blinked at the purple mess of hair that was softly brushing his cheek. The hair was nice to brush his hands through, Denki would know this, considering that he was literally doing it at this moment.

The blonde could get used to it to say the least, the person's arms around his waist and face snuggled into his chest. The other looked like a cat as they nuzzled into his chest. Denki shut his eyes with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Haha, they're so cute.

Wait.

Denki reopened his eyes and darted the golden orbs back to the luff of purple hair, his hands caressing the locks like he would his niece or a cat.

How in the hell did he get into Shinsou's dorm - much less his bed?

But it could be resolved later, now the task at hand was the strange rumbling in the blonde's stomach that seemed to be warning him of a storm.

"O-ouh fuck." Denki rolled out of the bed and onto the floor, crumbling towards seemed to be a bathroom and clutching the toilet bowl for life.

His grip was harsh, gagging and vomiting out the turmoil that seemed rumble itself out his system.

God, he'll never drink again.

Yes he will but, that wasn't the focus.

"Ar-re you good? That sounded pretty gnarly if you ask me."