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

seventeen

Now first instinct for Hitoshi would be to kick the blonde out of his dorm, but with the raging headache and scratchy throat - not his priority.

"I feel sick, mind checking my coat? I-I think I have some ibuprofen inn... one of the pockets-" Kaminari mumbled before his face disappeared back into the toilet, soppy noises making Hitoshi's stomach bubble, though he pursued for the medication Kaminari mentioned.

It was obvious which jacket was the blonde's, a denim jacket similar to Hitoshi's but with the fur on the collar - regardless of the similarities, Hitoshi reached into a pocket and found it empty.

With an empty hand, his hand reached for another pocket and found a rattling bottle.

Then a sudden weight on his back as the hangover-ridden Kaminari rested his head on the lavender-haired male. No thoughts about the cuddling, no thoughts about the drinking, no thoughts about the night before - just the pill swallowing and the sharing water bottle as before sitting on the bed.

"So, How was your vomiting session?" Hitoshi asked, filling in the morning silence.

"What do you expect? 'Oh yeah it was fucking hot'." Kaminari mumbled, nails scratching at his hair as he chugged the rest of Hitoshi's water.

"Hey hey I'm not the greatest when it comes to this type of stuff."

"No shit - Mr. 'I didn't come here for friends'." Jesus Christ, Denki in the morning seemed to be a shitty Denki because the indigo-haired male found himself chuckling at the blonde.

The two heaved one more yawn before Kaminari reached for his coat and lazily slipped his feet into the sneakers incorrectly, though the two let one more morning breeze creep through the window.

"Thanks for letting me stay - also, I appreciated last night." Kaminari smiled towards the other, "though I think my ass kinda hurts."

"We didn't do anything last night."

"Hey leave me and my imagination alone."

"Just get out."

"Ok."