the roommate contract - todomomo

nineteen \\ "hi kyoka!" pt. 1

"Welcome back, Asshole," were the first words Shouto spoke to Denki as he tripped into their apartment, bags falling out of every hand as he tried to maneuver his way through the doorway. Izuku side-eyed his blond roommate warily, ninety percent sure there he'd returned with more bags than he had left them with. Naturally, Shouto's words earned him a sour look from Denki.

"Oh great, more verbal abuse. As if I didn't already get enough of that from Ejirou's boyfriend," The blond snapped kicking the door closed with his foot and breathing a sigh of relief as he dropped his many bags and exhaled. Denki was truly the kind of person who didn't make second trips. His laziness was on another level to the point where he would work his ass off just so he could coast through life. It simultaneously made him a genius and the world's greatest dumbass. His ability to put maximum effort into activities that would allow him to not have to do anything was truly a wonder.   

"C'mon, it couldn't have been that bad," Izuku offered, a slight laugh on his lips. Katsuki had always had a special hatred for Izuku, especially since they'd grown up as next-door neighbors, but the freckled boy didn't have a bad word to say about anyone, and that included the kid who'd bullied him all the way through high school. 

"He called me "Dumb Blond" the entire time and when I mentioned to him the fact that he's blond too, he put wasabi in my food," Denki sneered in his direction showing off the dark bags under his normally bright eyes. God, you know what he really needed right now? A cup of coffee. It was something he hadn't gotten at red-headed friend's place becuase Katsuki insisted that tea was better for you and wouldn't take no for an answer. "And they kept me up all fucking night,"

"Oh, doing..." Shouto raised his eyebrows knowingly, but Denki just shot him down with a head shake as he plastered on the most sarcastic expression known to human-kind. 

"I wish. At least they'd be in their own room. But no, they were playing Call of Duty," the blond griped loudly, kicking his suitcase out of his way and sending it rolling down the hall. A distant sound of something being knocked over could be heard, but it seemed that all four roommates mutually agreed it was a problem for later.

"And you didn't want to join? Aren't you a person who likes video games?" Momo asked raising a questioning eyebrow as she momentarily stopped reading the article on feminism she had been glued to for the past fifteen minutes to meet Denki's eyes. He just shrugged and answered as though it should be obvious, 

"I'm the Mario Kart champion, I don't play FPS'." 

"Have you played my mom?" Izuku muttered under his breath despite the fact that no one was listening to him as he stared into his steaming cup of tea. Everyone ignored him becuase he wasn't loud enough to be heard, but, and I'll be completely honest with you here, Inko Midoriya would've kicked Denki Kaminari's ass at Mario Kart. 

"I didn't understand that sentence," Momo shook her head. Truthfully, she didn't do video games. She didn't even know about the different kinds of video games that people always talked about. It was all a mystery to her. She knew that meant that she was kind of out of the loop because the guys were into that, but it just wasn't Momo's area of interest. 

Momo checked her phone for any messages from her best friend who was supposed to be arriving any minute. She had originally invited Kyoka over because she thought it would be fun for her to meet Momo's new roommates. And also becuase, even though she'd seen her on Christmas, Momo missed spending quality time with her best friend. 

But as usual, there was nothing. Kyoka wasn't a big texter and she was always so spur-of-the-moment with things like this. She would sometimes show up to things like Momo's supposed-to-be-dates and willingly be the threatening third wheel that only ordered filet minion for the steak knife that came with it. But that was beside the point. Momo had almost forgotten she was in the middle of a conversation when she looked up. 

"First-person shooter games," Shouto cleared up without looking up from his book. Neither the dual-haired man nor the raven-haired girl noticed the strange look Denki gave them at their easy interaction, and even if they did they didn't acknowledge it. Denki just found it strange becuase when he'd left they would've been at each other's throats by now. "He doesn't  play them becuase they give him nightmares" 

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone that," Denki's mind snapped away from the strange fluidity of his two roommate's interaction and onto something far more important. It was important because it was true. Ever since he was a child, Denki was always the sensitive one in their little trio. He didn't like horror movies and he couldn't play shooting games (not even the ones made for seven-year-olds at the arcade). He couldn't even watch gory movies. Since then, of course, he had matured (however slight the change was), but he still had a stark objection to first-person shooter games and hell if they were going to get him to watch the really scary shit. 

"She's our roommate she was going to find out anyway," Shouto rolled his eyes behind his reading glasses, not bothering to look up at his blond roommate. 

"Whatever. Anyway, all I really need right now is some coffee and like, three hours to fall asleep while watching Gossip Girl," Denki scrubbed a hand over his tired features, ruffling a hand through his hair as he sighed. Momo's eyes drifted to Shouto at the mention of coffee only to find that he had had the exact same idea and that they were now having a conversation completely with looks about whether or not to tell their crabby roommate that they, in fact, didn't have coffee as an option at the moment. 

"Yeah, dude," Shouto spoke up, still retaining eye contact with Momo as he raised his eyebrows and she shook her head, widening her eyes in warning. Of course, his response was just to give her that devilish smirk that made Momo's heart catch on fire and as well as her temper. "We're actually short a coffee machine right now." Momo almost exploded, but she sealed her lips shut and merely tightened her hands into fists as she stared him down with a gaze that made him think she might murder him in his sleep. 

"We're fucking what?" Denki turned his attention to the two people sitting on the couch, raising his eyebrows both questioningly and threateningly as he narrowed his eyes at them. Denki Kaminari had just spent a significant portion of his winter break living with Katsuki Bakugou. It was like living with an angry pitbull. Except, instead of just ending your misery, he hurled soul-crushing insults at you until your self-esteem was so low that you couldn't even see where it began. And this was sure as hell not how he wanted to be welcomed home. 

"You heard me. There's no coffee becuase this one," Shouto gestured to the raven-haired girl facing him with a pleased smile decorating his handsome features. "Hid it and won't give it back."

"Until you apologize," Momo emphasized, confusing Denki to no end as they stared at each other. 

The door suddenly burst open and Momo's attention was drawn to the dark-haired girl who was entering the apartment, her phone in her hand reminding her that she had the right address. But Denki couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her right now becuase currently, there was not a single caffeinated beverage in the entire household other than tea, and it would be a cold day in hell when Denki drank tea. It was the one thing he and Shouto agreed on. 

"You fucking hid the coffee machine?!" He practically screamed as he turned to Momo like a crazed serial killer. Admittedly not a good look for him. 

"Oh no, I did not just hear you yelling at my best friend," A gruff voice sounding from the open doorway stopped him before he could freak the fuck out and all eyes were drawn to a girl with dark purple hair and tired eyes as she kicked the door closed. Momo's lips drew into a wide smile, Shouto glared at the stranger, Izuku spared her a slight wave, and Denki just let his jaw drop because who knew his female roommate had such a hot friend. "Momo, is this the blond dipshit you were talking about?" 

Momo just smiled brightly, removing herself from the couch and climbing over Shouto to do so as she ran to tackle her best friend in a hug, ignoring the conflicted look on Denki's face as he tried to decide whether to try and hit on the hot girl or be offended about his roommate secretly calling him a dipshit behind his back. 

"Hi, Kyoka!"

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