𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑬 ღ 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑶 𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰 𝑿 𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑲𝑰 𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰

IV

Kaminari's POV

As the evening starts creeping up behind us, me and Hitoshi head toward my place. It was already 9 pm, and we just got out of the movie theater after seeing the new horror movie, Midsommar. I was reluctant to go to see a horror movie, but Hitoshi convinced me to go with him, saying that "it was gonna be alright, you have me".

I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, and I might have grabbed his arm a few times as a very tense scene came on. Fortunately, Hitoshi didn't seem to mind it, as he didn't take his arm away.

"It really wasn't that bad," Hitoshi argued as we walked down the sidewalk, the street lights forming a halo around his unruly hair, as I looked up at him. He was about 10 centimeters taller than me, so I was always looking up at him.

"Yes, it was," I muttered, crossing my arms.

"Maybe for a newbie," he shrugged, teasing me. His indigo eyes gleamed with an unknown emotion, relaxation to his gait. It made me happy to see Hitoshi act more carefree now, as some sort of anxiety always seemed to run in his veins. The tension on his shoulder had faded, and he wasn't clenching his jaw shut so tightly anymore.

"Only people that are complete psychopaths enjoy horror films," I state in a matter of fact, earning a laugh from the taller boy.

"Not true. We just aren't wimps," he says with a barely noticeable smile.

"Shut up," I reply opening the door to my home. I flicked on the lights and kicked off my shoes, Hitoshi following me.

"Aren't your parents home?" Hitoshi asked, shrugging off his jacket. I threw my backpack on the floor and placed my phone along with my keys on the kitchen table.

"Nope, they both do night shifts on weekends," I reply. "I need to use the bathroom, make yourself at home," I continue, and walk through our empty apartment straight to the bathroom. 

"Do you not get lonely?" Hitoshi asks as I come out of the bathroom. I walk towards where his voice seemed to come from, and I find him looking out of the window in our kitchen.

"Sometimes I do," I shrug. "It just sucks that I never get to spend the weekend with them, as they sleep all day on Saturday and Sunday." I continue, taking a soda can from the fridge.

"You want one?" I offer one for Hitoshi too, and he takes it from my hand. "C'mon, let's go to my room. I gotta beat your ass on Mario Kart." I say, winking at him, and Hitoshi follows me to my room. I then realize that I hadn't cleaned it like I was supposed to do yesterday.

"Uh- excuse me for this mess," I say feeling a bit embarrassed and frantically throw my clothes to the laundry pile from where they laid on my bed. I make space for me and Hitoshi, and kick the empty Coca Cola cans under my bed.

"I don't mind it at all," he replies in a monotone voice, looking around the room. His eyes narrow with curiosity, as he scans over every detail in my lame, disordered room. My room is a bit too big for one person I would say, but I'm not complaining. I have a TV stand on the right side of my room along with many games and comic books stacked under it, and next to it I have placed a full body length mirror, propped up against the wall. On the right side's furthest corner is a black, wooden dresser with few school books and a dead cactus on top of it. An ash-grey furry blanket covers my floor almost entirely, and my windows are covered with thin curtains that are almost the exact same shade of grey. On the left side of my room is my queen-sized bed which has a metal frame. My bed is usually is covered with my clothes and way too many pillows. I don't have my own bathroom, which sucks, but I have a working desk in my room, fortunately. It was originally bought so I could do my homework in peace but I just use it for gaming. 

"I can feel your judgment literally radiating from you," I retort.

"This.. wasn't just what I was expecting your room to look like," he says, sitting down on the edge of my bed. My brows furrow with confusion, and I roll my sleeves up to my elbows.

"What do you mean?" I ask, turning on my Tv and Wii.

"Judging from your outfit, I was expecting your room to be more aesthetically appealing, and more... tidy." Hitoshi says with a shrug. "It's just like a normal teenager's room." 

"Are you saying my room disappointed you?" I reply with a laugh.

"No, not real-" he begins to say but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"I'm just kidding. I know my room is ugly, and it lacks personality. It's just because I don't have the time, money nor the motivation to like, redesign it," I say with a shrug.

"I wouldn't say that it lacks personality. You do have some sort of color scheme going on in here, and you have many personal things in here. They tell a lot about you" Hitoshi says. I frown, looking at him.

"What does my room tell about me?" I ask inquisitively.

"Well, for starters, you have loads of band posters on your walls, so I already know what kind of music you like. Also, those anime posters tell me that you like anime. There is a dead cactus on your dresser, and I assume you killed it by watering it too much as cactuses can survive a long time without water. So that tells me that you don't know how to take care of plants.  You have loads of games, and a gaming computer, so you obviously like playing video games. There are dirty dishes on your desk, which tells me that you probably don't eat together with your family, you would rather watch something while eating. You have your school books on the floor, and unfinished homework on your desk, you probably don't care about school that much. You have a guitar in your room, but it has dust on it, so you haven't played it in a while. Your room isn't exactly organized, which suggests that you may be under stress, and you may feel overwhelmed. Or you just don't care, and you like to shove things into random places. Your room is big enough to have four people hang out comfortably in here, yet you don't have any extra seats, cushions, nothing. You probably don't have people over that often, or you just have one or two friends, in which case you wouldn't need extra seats. Your room feels like a cozy cave as you have your blinds shut even during the day, which suggests that either you just don't like sunshine, or you spend a lot of time by yourself in here. The dust, dirty dishes, and clothes that you have all-around your room tells me that you are either lazy, don't like cleaning, forgot to clean or you just don't care that you live in a literal landfill," Hitoshi lists and my jaw is on the floor. I stare at him in awe.

"That is some Sherlock Holmes shit right there. How the- like are you are actually able to deduct all of those things just by looking around in my room?" I ask, and he nods with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"How? You gotta tell me your secret." I say, looking him with wide eyes and he shifts uncomfortably under my intense stare. 

"It's just something my uncle taught me," Hitoshi mutters in a quiet voice, not really meeting my eyes. His fingers fidget in a nervous manner, and I know not to ask further questions.

"So was I correct about everything?" he asks after a moment of silence, propping up a pillow behind his back.

"Well, there is one thing you got wrong.." I say, my chin resting against my palm. "My blinds are shut because there is an old man living right across the street who likes to stare at me every time my blinds are open. I do like sunshine, but not his creepy face," I tell Hitoshi, and he bursts into laughter. That's the first time I heard him laugh authentically.

"Really?" he asks, and I nod, giving him the other Wii remote. 

"Are you prepared for the ass-whooping of your life?"

a/n: oof this chapter is shit, i know, i'm sorry. i don't particularly enjoy writing filler chapters, but i gotta write them before we get into the good shit ッ