I Even Like His Shocking Pickup Lines [ShinKami]

You Make Me Feel Things

Shinsou had woken surprisingly well rested considering the very near meltdown he'd almost had the night before.

He looked across to the other side of the bed where Kaminari still slept with his hair fanned across the pillow. The light hit him in just the right way to turn it gold.

He couldn't help but remember the last time he woke up in this position and how much things had changed since.

Shinsou never imagined he could have this, had never let himself dream it.

Kaminari was chaotic and loud and just so free but he was contemplative and intuitive beyond measure. He was a paradox Shinsou would never work out. He was everything Shinsou wasn't but he never made him feel as if he wasn't enough.

He wondered if this was the universe's way of apologising for his bad start to life, by giving him this boy who was so unapologetically beautiful, desperate to let Shinsou believe in himself.

"You make me feel things, Denki Kaminari," he whispered as he reached out and brushed some of his hair back from his face.

He couldn't resist leaning over to place a kiss on his forehead.

Kaminari's eyes blinked open a little and he smiled sleepily. "Well," he husked, his voice just on the edge of waking, "I can think of worse ways to wake up."

Shinsou smiled softly back at him as Kaminari huddled further under the blanket and sleepily asked, "Can we study after class?"

Shinsou was waiting for their study date, as Kaminari liked to call them, in 2A's common room. He decided now was as good a time as any to ask someone who might be able to shed some light on what had been on his mind since the morning. "How did you know?"

The blond looked up from his phone. "Gonna need to be more specific, asshat."

Shinsou rolled his eyes, half at himself and half at Bakugou's abrasive personality. Shinsou had a tendency to get caught up in his own thoughts and not remember to prelude his questions. "That you were in love with him," he clarified and flicked his eyes across the room toward Kirishima.

Bakugou fidgeted and colour painted his cheeks as he looked over at the red head but couldn't seem to form a sentence.

"Don't pretend you're not, I can see it," Shinsou said.

That seemed to get words out of him. "Well since you seem to know everything, how did you know I was?"

Shinsou chuckled lowly. "It's the way you look at him," he answered simply.

Bakugou quirked an eyebrow and Shinsou took it as his cue to continue.

"It's soft, I think. You don't look at anyone else that way. Like no one else is worth a second glance but your eyes linger on him and you get this calm smile."

"Fucker," Bakugou barked a laugh, "you look at that dunce face the exact same way."

Shinsou looked down at his hands in his lap. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admitted quietly but he couldn't keep the soft smile off his own face at the thought.

Bakugou surprised him by putting down his phone and saying, "It was overwhelming. Like everything he did was too bright or too loud."

Shinsou figured that was just Kirishima but gave Bakugou a chance to elaborate.

Bakugou huffed but his expression softened a fraction when they heard Kirishima's boisterous laughter carry across the room. "It crashed into me like a fucking wave and I felt like I was gonna go under or some poetic shit."

"Pissed me the fuck off for a while. I couldn't make it go away and I couldn't concentrate on anything because all I could think about was that fucker. Got fed up with it and figured maybe it wasn't something I was s'posed to control." He shrugged as if the words needed to be physically shaken off him.

Shinsou went to reply but was interrupted by Kaminari flopping onto the couch next to him. He threw his arms around Shinsou's neck with a dramatic flourish and a soft, "Hey, babe."

Shinsou smiled at his antics and kissed his temple.

Bakugou made eye contact over Kaminari's head when he stood. He cocked his eyebrow with a smug, told-you-so look on his face.

Shinsou stuck his finger up at him and heard Bakugou bark another laugh as he turned away.

Shinsou wasn't really concentrating on his homework as he sat at his desk while Kaminari scribbled something in his workbook from his spot on his bed.

His mind was filled with other thoughts as he considered his own reasoning for why Bakugou was in love with Kirishima. That look. And, he figured, the feelings that created that look.

He snuck a quick peek at his boyfriend from over his shoulder.

Kaminari too, it seemed, had given up on homework because he was trying to balance his pencil, pointy end up, from the tip of his nose.

He was barely 17, he didn't exactly know what love was supposed to feel like. He just knew he'd never felt anything like this. Wasn't it supposed to be more complicated, more ground breaking than this?

"Kiri makes it look easy," Kaminari muttered when he caught Shinsou staring. He righted the pencil and tried again.

This feeling didn't crash into him in an all consuming, overwhelming way, like other emotions did. It grew for him slowly, day by day, solid and grounding until he couldn't deny that it was anything other than what it was.

"Did you ever think that maybe Kirishima hardens his nose so it's flatter?"

Kaminari gasped. "That cheater!"

But maybe that was the point. Maybe for once, something was meant to be easy for him to accept.

"Just use your quirk. If you let your static cover it wouldn't it create a positive-negative effect," Shinsou asked.

Kaminari snorted and the pencil fell from his nose. "Dude, you give me way too much credit," he said, grinning.

Accept the simple fact that he was totally, undeniably in love with this fool.