UNDER COVER [s. hitoshi x k. denki]

3

Denki's hair feels greasy with sweat and grime, yet he doesn't wash the contents out his hair or off his body yet; busy peeling off the vigilante uniform rather quickly and nearly falling twice in the process. His living room was a mess, though not due to the owner, who was trying to slip the combat boots off in one-go. Yet a different creature, who sat almost royally atop knocked over laundry and other miscellaneous items.

"God damnit!" His hands grabbed at the culprit, golden eyes meeting wide brown eyes and long twitching ears. "Please have mercy man! I just cleaned those! I'm sweaty and gross too!" After the tired outrage, the blonde scoops the animal up and carries it about.

Most patrols took up a lot of the night, leaving the blonde to be late to work more often than not. Eyes were shadowed with slight bags, but no soul would know as he swabbed some rather expensive concealer atop the blemishes and his cut cheekbone was hidden by an avocado-shaped bandaid. Tying the hair up was easy, getting in the stationary work uniform was even easier, yet his knuckles were still beat up and his lip was still broken.

The rabbit was still pouncing about, though now trapped with the blonde in the bath room as he brushed his teeth pearly and huffed breaths that smelled like mint. The blonde soon spat out the paste into the sink, watching the water swirl it away and down the drain.

Scooping the rabbit up once more, the blonde grabbed his work bag and snagged some rather worn slip-ons, checkered print fading with dirt and crease.

"C'mon rabbit," he tugs his phone and it snugly fits into the pocket of his jeans, "We got to fucking go!"

If the bunny trembled out of terror as the blonde held it against his chest, Denki wouldn't feel it, plugging in some ear buds and sprinting restlessly towards work.

"You're late again, Kaminari." Someone greeted him just as the glass doors of the cafe clicked closed, the blonde nearly groaning.

"As the American singer Selena Gomez once said, 'tell me something I don't know'!" He dismisses, Mika-san rolling her eyes and spraying the last of the whipped cream into the coffee cup before serving a customer.

Denki didn't wait for a sign to leave, taking his exit and striding towards the employees room with a hurried pace; sliding his bag into his personal locker and washing away the bunny stench that littered his hands. Giving the animal back to Koda was rough, but the hero thanked the blonde multiple times and even gave him a pay raise with the pet sitting.

The blonde sighed, remembering the ten new bills that were slotted in his wallet thanks to the animal-themed heroine.

"Kaminari! You're finally here!" A more friendly voice welcomed, tossing him his employee apron.

He catches the accessory, and quickly gets to work putting it on. "Of course I am Nanami-chan, who else?"

"Oh shut up you loser, you want the paycheck or not!"

The blonde sighs at Mika's words, but he knows she's right as he takes Nanami's place at the register. Just like the snap of the fingers, Denki busies himself by typing the last order into the receipt printer, handing it to the struggling college girl with a polite smile; only to be met with another customer.

"Two black coffees, one cinnamon and one vanilla. Both with one spoonful of sugar." It's a dull order, and Denki cringes at the coffee choice. He looks up from the register, as if to confirm the order through eye contact and he sputters mentally.

"Uh-huh.. is that all, dude?"

The man stares back at him, indigo eyes melting with gold, eye bags carved underneath. His lips are straight, no amusement in his expression as the two settle with stares.

"Yes, that's all I'll be ordering." Denki types into the cashier, eyebrow perched.

"19.56 sir." The money slides atop the marble counter, and Denki doesn't need to count to know that he'll be getting a tip. "What name should we call when we're finished with your drinks?"

"Shinsou is fine." the man mutters, eyes averting before he exits the line, possibly to find a table to wait at as Denki finishes typing the order out.

The blonde swallows a blob of saliva, eyes following the back of the purple-haired man almost nervously, breaths coming back to him.

He's important, Denki notes before sending the order to Miroko. Too important.