Lightning in a Bottle

Chapter 2: Chargebolt

(Shinsou's POV)

A stinging brightness of the sun's rays shines onto my face, making my eyes shut a little tighter as I groan. I feel a weight on me, pressing into my chest. I think to myself that it's probably just my cat finally coming out of hiding after I brought home a complete stranger. However, this weight is far too heavy and unfamiliar.

I force my tired eyes to open and look down to see the blonde guy I ran into last night, Denki Kaminari, nuzzled into my chest. My whole face heats up intensely, I can only imagine how many shades of red I must be turning. His arms are tightly wrapped around my torso, our legs intertwined, and that's when I realize we're still on my couch.

I try to recall any memories that may have led to this, but I can't remember anything after setting a change of clothes on the sink counter while the blonde was in the shower. I have no memory of him coming out of the shower or of falling asleep on the couch. Though, with how exhausted I was last night, I'm not too surprised that I passed out. But just how the hell did things turn out like this?

Kaminari stirs and groans, lifting his head a bit. His eyes slowly flutter open and he looks at me with a sleepy grin. "Good morning."

That's all he has to say? Does he do this sort of thing so often that it doesn't faze him? What kind of life does this guy live? "Uh... Good morning?"

He sits up, stretching his arms over his head and then rubs his eyes. "Are you feeling better?"

I pull myself into a sitting position next to him, our feet now touching the floor and our arms brushed up against each other slightly. I look at him, my foggy brain feeling confused. "Um... What do you mean?"

"Oh," Kaminari looks at me with a slightly concerned expression. His eyes soft and his lips curved into a small frown. "I guess you don't remember. You fell asleep on the couch while I was in the shower and I tried to wake you up. You opened your eyes, but it didn't really... seem like you were really all there."

I blink at him, trying to figure out what he means by that. My heart anxiously sinks into my stomach a bit. He reaches out to me and places a hand on my forehead, like he's trying to check for a fever.

"You were completely spaced out," the blonde continues. "When I tried to tell you to go sleep in your bed, you grabbed my arm and started saying something about not wanting to be alone. You seemed pretty freaked out, but you calmed down when I started hugging you. So, I ended up just kind of staying here with you."

I pinch the bridge between my eyes, sighing heavily. Feeling both embarrassed and guilty for dragging a complete stranger into one of my episodes. I thought I was done having them a while ago when my dad said I hadn't had one in months, but clearly, they're still happening.

"I'm sorry," I say softly. "It's something that happens to me sometimes. I don't mean to cause you trouble."

Kaminari shakes his head at me. "No, dude, if anything I'm the one causing trouble. You don't even know me, and you were nice enough to let me hide here for the night. Thank you."

I bring my gaze down to the floor, studying the hardwood as the morning sun shines through the giant window panels that take up most of one wall in my apartment. "So, you want to tell me what happened last night? I would've asked when we got here, but I figured you could use a little time to calm yourself and get cleaned up."

The blondes sighs a bit but nods his head slowly. "I was... running from a stalker."

I look back up at him, eyes wide. "A stalker?"