Rewrite the Stars | KamiJirou

Chapter 9

Jirou tiredly unlocked her apartment door, grabbing Kaminari's arm and pulling him inside before locking the door behind them. At last, they had arrived at her apartment. They had ran into traffic so it took twice as long to get back to her apartment. Along with that, she also had to explain to their driver why the hell Kaminari...was in his current state.

Kaminari appeared to be in the process of returning to normal, as "yay" was no longer the only word he said. Jirou couldn't help but giggle at his dumb, brainless state. He may look like a dumbass right now, but in a way, he's absolutely adorable, she thought to herself.

"My head hurts," He slurred quietly, stumbling into Jirou and gripping onto her arm for support.

Jirou gave him a weary smile. "Drink some water Pikachu, it might help," She said as she walked into the kitchen, dragging Kaminari along. The blonde was still gripping onto her arm. She gently pried his fingers off before taking a glass from a cupboard, filling it with water and handing it to him.

Kaminari took the glass and gulped it down, yawning as he handed her the empty glass back. "I'm tired," He mumbled.

Jirou put the glass in the sink before deciding where he would sleep. I have no guest room...and making him sleep on the couch in his condition would be a bit harsh. I guess he can sleep in my bed- and I'll sleep on the couch. She tried not to think too much of it. I'm just helping a friend.

She lead Kaminari into her room, mentally sighing in relief at the fact that it wasn't extremely messy- not that he would notice anyways. The guy was half-drunk and half-asleep. Even if it was disorganized, she could quickly tidy it up before he woke up the next morning.

"You can sleep here," Jirou told him as he mumbled something and climbed onto the bed. "Goodnight Pikachu, see you in- eek!" She squealed as she felt an arm grab her while mid-sentence, tugging her down onto the mattress. "Kaminari, what the hell?!"

She felt his arms wrap tightly around her torso as he mumbled something she couldn't interpret, though it didn't make her feel uncomfortable. In fact, it did the exact opposite. Her face was now buried in his chest, inhaling his scent. He smells nice, she thought without actually thinking. Shit, I must be tired as hell. Jirou felt warm and fuzzy, almost like a safe feeling. She snuggled closer to him, feeling herself quickly losing consciousness.

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(By the way, no, they didn't do the dirty. Don't get any ideas. :3)

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They were both in for a surprise the next morning.

"W-What h-happened," Kaminari stammered, a look of shock and confusion on his face, which was flushed red.

Jirou's reaction was the exact same. It took her a moment to perceive the occurrences of night before. Oh lord...how am I going to explain this to him? She buried her face in the palms of her hands, mumbling, "Um, well- basically, uh, you were drunk, Kirishima suggested you stay at my place, and..." Her voice trailed off. "God, this is so embarrassing."

"Hey, it's ok," Kaminari said quietly, turning away and focusing his gaze on her closed window blinds. "Let's just forget this ever happened."

"Yeah," Jirou mumbled, unable to make any eye contact with the blonde. So instead, she directed her attention onto a random shoe lying on her floor.

The awkward tension in the air was heavy. For a few seconds, they both sat perfectly still, unsure of what to say. The only noises that could be heard were the distant sounds of city traffic and the ticking of a wall clock. 

The stillness stayed until Kaminari broke the silence. "And, uh, let's not tell anyone about this," He continued nervously. "Otherwise they might get the wrong idea-"

"Yep," Jirou sighed. The two of them were silent for another moment before she said cheerfully, changing the topic, "I'm going to make breakfast. Do you want anything in particular?"

Kaminari shrugged. "Anything is fine."

"Does pancakes sound good?" Jirou asked as she headed for the open bedroom door.

"Yeah."

Jirou left the room, heading into the kitchen area of her apartment. She quickly measured the ingredients for pancakes, whisking the batter vigorously while trying to ignore the fact she had just slept with Denki fucking Kaminari. Snuggled up in his arms, to be exact. And how it felt so...right, like two pieces of a puzzle fit together perfectly. Wait, am I blushing? She noticed, abruptly directing her attention onto the now-perfectly-smooth pancake batter. Huh-

Once Jirou had left the room, Kaminari just sat there in one spot for a while, trying to remember the events of last night. One thing he knew for sure was that he was drunk, and the last thing he could recall was some dude at the club challenging him to a drinking contest. The rest was all a hazy blur of events that he couldn't think back to. 

His thoughts then drifted to what just happened that morning. Reminiscing waking up to the sight of Jirou in his arms, sleeping peacefully, a flawless expression of serenity on her face. Her dark purple hair cascading onto the white pillow on which her head lay. It made his heart flutter and caused strange, obscure emotions that invaded his chest. 

God, she looked so damn beautiful, he thought, his face heating up at the memory. It was a moment that he would cherish forever, as there was a slim chance of a reoccurrence.  But along with emotions of pure bliss, it also left him very confused- not only due to the emotions he felt at the time, but simply because he had absolutely no idea how they'd ended up in that position. I just hope I didn't do something stupid when I was drunk.

The delicious aroma of fresh pancakes wafted into the bedroom, causing Kaminari to perk up. He got off the bed and headed out of the room, leaning his elbow against a wall as he took a moment to examine the apartment. 

Outside of the bedroom was a living room. A kitchen area was to the left of that, although he could only see the counter and a few stools behind it from the place and angle where he stood. Next to the kitchen area was a door, which Kaminari could only guess was the front door, with a more elaborate door handle, two locks, and a few small hooks on the wall aside it. There were three closed doors across the room from where he stood. A moment later, Jirou came into his line of sight, setting down a large plate of pancakes onto the counter. Along with that, she placed down a bottle of syrup. 

Jirou then caught sight of him standing near the bedroom door. "Hey Pikachu, breakfast's ready!" She called, grabbing two plates and two forks, setting them down on the counter in front of two stools. 

The two of them sat on the stools at the counter and began to eat the pancakes.

"Mmm, thish ish delihsush," Kaminari said happily through a huge mouthful of pancakes, his eyes lighting up at how good it tasted. Oh so fluffy, so sweet, so-

"Slow down idiot," Jirou commanded, rolling her eyes. "You're going to choke."

"Nah, I'll be fine," He simply answered as he shoved more pancakes into his mouth.

Jirou sighed. "You're such a dork," She grumbled, shaking her head in amusement.

Kaminari gave her a goofy, lighthearted grin in reply. "I know I am."