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

thirty two

It's interesting, to see a Kaminari that's actually ready for class.

The rest of 1-A is shaking in their boots, holding chunky portfolios either close to their chest or displayed on their desks, like a convention.

Aizawa-sensei is a demon, but a quiet and quick one. He has a clipboard and a pen, walking to each desk quietly and peering at the binders displayed to be graded.

Unexpectedly, Denki felt proud. Nights of constant music and over-pouring coffee, all compact in the yellow and green binder which had small lightning strikes stamped onto the cover.

Shinsou seemed to be so surprised when Denki ran out of the class with the widest smile and crazed eyes.

"Oh-phat oinkers Shinsou, my bro, my fam, my bud," the blonde started, holding the chunky portfolio like a lifeline, "I got a grade higher than a C+!"

Shinsou didn't seemed to be surprised, but he blank-faced at the excited man.

"That's.. good." Denki was overflowing with excitement at the accomplishment that he doesn't notice the small quirk of a smile on Shinsou's lips, but he does notice the swirls of ice cream and two plastic spoons.

"Oooh! Are you eating that?" Denki peeps and almost drools, then with a carefree response, Shinsou lends him the blue-purple goodness.

"I'm not eating it anymore, you can have it." Shinsou shrugged, "consider good luck from your.. thing that happened earlier."

The blonde almost glows, eyes glittering as the insomniac held the melting swirl towards him.

It's been a long while since he's had ice cream. Through childhood, he only had ice cream once. And that was when he was five.

It's a foreign memory, but it's refreshed when he scoops some of the sweetness and nearly moans. It's nice, cool, and so rewarding.

"Blue berry?" Denki guesses, earning a side-glance and a shrug from the other man.

"My mom used to get it so often that I just got used to it." He could see the cringe in Shinsou's expression from the personal memory.

Denki just tuned it down in his head. He never knew his mother's favorite ice cream, though she let him have a small spoonful of its marble orange-white colors. When was the last time he tried to remember something positive about his family?

"I.. I never knew my mother's favorite ice cream." Denki admits, chewing on the plastic spoon gently, stimulating his thoughts. "I don't even remember.. her face."

Shinsou looked at the blonde, lavender eyes analyzing him but he's greeted with a tranced Denki.

"I.. I don't remember my mom."