Love, According to Denki

V

    On the table sits a menu, double sided and laminated.

    Despite its simplicity, there's a fair amount of variety to the place, ranging from lunch to breakfast food and all the sides anyone could dream of. Bakugou does have to admit, scrambled eggs with hot sauce is always a winning combination, and maybe, looking over the menu, he is just a little bit hungry. Besides, he doesn't have to pay for anything, so worrying about spending his money is a non-issue.

    Kaminari is already flagging down a waiter, who is undoubtedly new, nearly dropping his pad and pen as he scrambles to write down orders flying from customers' mouths. Kaminari seems to recognize this and stops to chat with him for a moment, asking how his shift is going and what would he recommend because he's got the looks of a food connoisseur - and it makes the waiter smile. He points out a platter on the menu, eggs over easy on texas toast, complete with hash browns, bacon, and a biscuit with gravy.

    "The biscuits we make ourselves. They're actually really good. I use the recipe at home sometimes," the waiter, whose name is Taka, says. "And our chef is really sweet. She always puts so much effort into making our food."

    "Sounds good! I'll get that, then. Oh, and two buttermilk pancakes with blueberries and some whipped cream on top." Kaminari grins, then sips his drink - orange juice. "For this guy here, I'll take scrambled eggs, easy on the cheese, and a plain waffle." Taka nods, scrawling away, and before he leaves he asks if the table needs anything else. Kirishima and Tetsu have already ordered food, so they don't need to add anything, but Kirishima does ask for a refill on his soda. Taka smiles and says he will be right back with that for him.

    Meanwhile, Bakugou has sunk even lower into his seat, receding into the corner of the booth like a turtle in its shell. He isn't sure why Kaminari has the gaul to order for him, and he's even less sure of how Kaminari gets his order exactly right. It's creepy, almost, and he shoots a sharp glare in the blonde's direction - one that ultimately goes unnoticed. Kaminari is too busy eyeing a jukebox situated in the front of the restaurant, and the look on his face is dangerous. Especially considering his music taste.

    "I'll be right back," he says, sliding out of the seat with one hand in his pocket, fishing for change. He has plenty of yen with him, just in case Tetsu and Kiri bailed, and he can certainly spare some for a sweet change of music. Scrolling through the songs, Kaminari's face is absolutely alight with joy - and the power of choice. There's so much available to him; lots of songs are ones he recognizes from DDR machines in the arcade, and he eventually settles on a nice electro pop song that jazzes up his already high energy. Shoulders bouncing to the beat, Kaminari shuffles back to the table, spinning and stepping in time with the music and drawing the attention of several people around him. To Bakugou's surprise, though, the stares aren't judgmental. People seem to enjoy his energy, smiling and pointing and even dancing a little themselves. It's an odd kind of influence.

    Kaminari sits down again, closer to Bakugou than before. He doesn't seem to recognize his proximity as he pops his straw in his mouth and sips his drink again. In the time he was gone, Taka had stopped by with Kirishima's refill, as well as the biscuit and bacon for Kaminari's meal. Plates of food - eggs, waffles, sausages, toast - clutter the table on Kirishima and Tetsu's side, mirroring one another.

    "To make it more accurate, we had to order the same thing. That way we have an even sense of who's the better speed eater," Tetsu explains, motioning to the doubles of plates in front of both him and the redhead.

    "Yeah, bro. We're not cheating here."

    Bakugou snorts; so does Kaminari. He has to admit, it's a good sound, the light, nasally laugh Kaminari has. It's like puppies sneezing or kittens mewing. It's soft and - what is that word? Cute. But Bakugou hates it, obviously, just like he hates puppies and kittens. And other cute things. Like Kaminari's stupid dance moves and terrible fashion sense. Which are both so beyond abysmal it's not funny.

    He doesn't like Kaminari. His heart is just beating faster because the rhythm of the music is speeding up.

    More food arrives moments later, set down carefully upon the already chock-full table, and Bakugou wastes no time drizzling his eggs in the hot sauce that has so kindly been provided. He picks up a fork and digs in, scooping up a hefty mouthful of eggs and devouring them with the gusto of - well, a speed eater. They're good, he notes; fluffy and warm, just the right amount of salt, and melty on his tongue. Not too much cheese so as to detract from the egg flavor. Spicy, thanks to the hot sauce. Just the way he likes it.

    Kaminari waggles his eyebrows as he crunches down on his biscuit. He talks with his mouth full. "So? Whatcha think? This place is good, right?"

    Bakugou snarls through his teeth.

    "Hah. Knew you wouldn't regret coming here! Okay, now, the main attraction. On your marks, eaters! Three! Two! One! Eat!"

    Kirishima and Tetsu elbow each other as they scramble for utensils, each gripping their water glasses like a lifeline as they begin to shovel down the food. For the biscuits, the water is a necessity; they're dry enough that they would make eating the rest difficult without some hydration. It isn't a bad sort of dry, but it is the kind that hinders an eating competition.

    Kaminari hoots with laughter, nudging Bakugou's shoulder with his arm. The distance between them has shrunk even further. Bakugou's right hand sits alone on the seat, just close enough to Kaminari to brush against his thigh, and Kaminari idly stretches, bringing his arm down in a slow motion and setting his own hand down innocently across Bakugou's.

    The ashen blonde pretends not to notice.

    They eat their food in silence, palms sweating overtop of each other, faces flushed just red enough for Kiri and Tetsu to notice - but they're too absorbed in eating.

    The night carries on slowly. Neither boy moves his hand.