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

forty seven

Denki is high off of earth, and stumbles into the dorms like a hungover wreck. It's quiet, and he feels bad when he bumps into a table, but his head is so full of weed that he ends up on the ground beside the kitchen island.

Therapy has been doing him well, and tonight he decided that it would be a wonderful night to hang out with Sero.

The blonde covers his mouth with soft sobs, remembering the soft make out session the two had for simple comfort. He loved Sero and Sero loved him, and shotgunning became kissing. Fuck, it hurt his heart to think about it.

Eyes squinted, he could still see his lanky friend crying while cuddling Denki close, high off their asses as they sobbed about their love lives and just ended up making out for the fun of it.

Now the kitchen floor felt so much colder, but he could care less as he stared at the designs with lazy eyes, cheeks numb from crying and breath radiant with weed. His jacket sleeves feel so much bigger and he doesn't hesitate wrapping himself up with the clothing, bundling up as he just cried like the pathetic shit he was.

"Are you interested in anyone at the moment?" Sā-san's words echoed through his head from his third visit to the clinic.

"I-I! What!" His own voice answered, but it came fluent slowly. "N-not as of lately.. what brought that up?"

"Pardon me but, you talk of Shinsou a lot, I can't help letting my mind wander."

Nighteye's innocent smile and gold eyes seemed to suggest something else, but Denki is too high to think as he admits to himself that of course of course it had to be him. He toes his sneakers off, and debated whether crying on the floor is really worth it, but purple floods his sight before he makes that decision.

"Kaminari?" Oh god, not that name just call me something other than that please.

It's Hitoshi, but Denki doesn't think he'll let him call him that. The insomniac's breath smells like coffee and faint lavender from his wet hair. The blonde is in it bad, but he's not with his senses and his body says that his arms would look so well around Hitoshi's neck.

"You can call me Denki." He answers Shinsou's call, and ignores the soft pink that dusts the other's ears.