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

forty nine

Hitoshi wakes up in the morning to find his arms empty, which startles him until he hears flushing from his connected restroom and there it is; a sleep fueled Kaminari that somehow yawned as he rubbed his eyes.

The blonde looks like shit, his hair messy and he cuddles back against Hitoshi as if he ever got up in the first place. Tilting his head, the insomniac taps on his watch and spots the time; 5:30 am.

He stares at Kaminari, eyes half-lidded as he opens his lips to speak.

"Your stare is kinda blunt y'know, you look like you're about to kill me." Kaminari beats him to it, golden eyes meeting his indigo ones.

"I believe that if you continue to keep bugging me, I might." The blonde snickers, snuggling back into his chest just as he did like a few hours ago. "You're warm.."

"You've said that multiple times.." Hitoshi rolls his eyes, but lands his focus on the collar of Kaminari's shirt. It was actually his, since the print was speckled with small little cat paws. "Sorry to change your clothes, but you seriously smelled gross."

Kaminari's thumb is tugging at the waistband of the sweatpants, his toes underneath the blanket are rubbing against each other childishly.

"They're fine, I'm surprised I was able to change without your help though." He unknowingly sniffs the shirt and hums at the scent, before cuddling against Hitoshi like it's instinct.

The feeling that bubbles within is soft, and warm for Hitoshi; as interactions like this seemed so natural yet never done before. Too couple-like for him, so he shuffles away from the blonde softly and stops when only a second of trying; his back hits the wall. Kaminari's eyes flick towards the slightly vacant space, but yawns it away.

A soft rhythm echoes from his desktop; the insomniac forgetting the soft music he had on shuffle since 8 pm. The setting is nice and he can't help but think how anime-esque it feels, but Kaminari gets comfortable and snuggles his face into his neck.

"I'm tired.." the blonde sniffs, eyes fluttering closed.

"Kaminari, no one's keeping you up. Might as well catch some sleep."

Kaminari opens his eyes just slightly, meeting Hitoshi's sight with a goofy smile.

Denki. Hitoshi thinks as he stares at the smile.

"Please call me Denki."

"Only if you call me Hitoshi." The insomniac replies, closing his own eyes.

"Of course."