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( i ' ma crawl outta the window now
' cause i don ' t like anyone around )
hitoshi figures out very quickly that coming to mina ' s party was a very bad idea . the first thing that tips him off to this fact is when mina stumbled up to him already half - drunk and giggling , telling him that she had the best surprise ever for him , and then rushing off almost instantly when she caught sight of hanta and her boyfriend doing something that was probably beyond weird in the backyard .
he grabs the first full cup he comes to in the kitchen and has to step over izuku , who is sitting cross - legged on the floor with ochacko and muttering to himself while the brunette beside him kept nodding her head like she understood a word he was saying .
she glances up at hitoshi when he steps over the greenette and smiles with a small wave .
( kinda hope you ' re following me out
but this is definitely not my crowd )
the second thing that tips the nineteen - year - old underground hero off to how much a bad idea coming to this party had been is when he wanders out into mina ' s living room and is immediately set upon by denki and kyoka , the former grabbing onto his arm while the latter smiles almost apologetically with her hands over her ears -- kyoka ' s quirk makes her more sensitive to loud noises than most of the rest of them , he knows , and the music in the house is pretty loud -- and denki pulls him onto the couch between them . kyoka makes a motion to the window , outside , and he nods. he ' s got denki , he always does .
denki laughs at nothing and throws his legs over hitoshi ' s lap , the few senses of personal boundaries he had suddenly gone with more than a few drinks down , and it takes everything in his soul not to give into his fight or flight instincts when denki tilts his head to the side and says , " shin , shinsou , hitoshi , have i . . . have i ever told you how pretty you are ? because , god , you ' re so pretty -- like , like you ' re prettier than midnight pretty . "
he has to swallow before he can find it in himself to think of anything to say to that , but he doesn ' t get the chance to say anything before denki feels the need to point out the heat that ' s risen to his face that has nothing to do with the drink in his hand . " oh , you ' re blushing ! i did that ! i want to do that some more . "
he laughs , softly , and takes a large sip of his drink before he figures out what exactly he ' s supposed to say to that . hitoshi is going to need way more than one drink to get through this party . " thanks . i think that was a compliment , at least . "
( nineteen but you act twenty - five now
knees weak , but you talk pretty proud , wow )
" how many drinks have you had , denki ? " he asks , because hitoshi knows what denki is like drunk ; he knows that a drunk denki will say anything that he thinks up ( a sober denki will do that too , but at least a sober debki has some sort of filter behind all that electricity in his brain ) . and drunk denki is a six or more drinks type of person .
denki laughs again , giggly this time , and the action rumbles his chest . he says , " dunno , mina just kept handing ' em to me so i drunk ' em all . " he ' s smiling that dopey sort of smile that hitoshi has to look away from lest he get blinded and he ' s got one hand curled around hitoshi ' s shoulders .
" did you know that i used to have the biggest crush on you ? " denki says , like it isn ' t some big revelation to hitoshi and his heart feel like it might implode . " like , since first or second year , when you joined the class . " he smiles again . " god , you were so cool . "
" aren ' t i still cool ? " he asks , like there is any breath at all in his lungs and his brain can form more than a few words at a time . denki doesn ' t mean it , he has to tell himself , because denki is drunk and he doesn ' t know what he ' s saying .
" well , yeah , " he says , laughing again ; hitoshi just listens , because that ‘ s what he likes to do : listen , it ‘ s what he ‘ s good at , " you ' re still cool , but you ' ve always been cool . "
he has to laugh then , and when he ducks his head forwards to hide how red he knows his face has gotten , denki kisses him .
( ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed
take me where the music ain ' t too loud )
denki is kissing him , and he tastes like the cheap alcohol mina bought specifically for this party and it takes every ounce of self control hitoshi has in his body to not kiss him back and to pull away . he says , " denki , you ' re drunk . "
" that doesn ' t mean anything , does it ? " he says , and it makes him want to laugh . of course he finally gets to kiss the boy he ' s wanted to kiss since they were sixteen and stupid and he doesn ' t because he has morals and he doesn ' t want to kiss denki when denki probably won ' t remember it in the morning .
" you ' re drunk , " hitoshi repeats , slowly , like that would make any difference in the world , like denki really cares , like he ' s trying to more convince himself that this is a bad idea than he ' s trying to convince denki -- because denki is already convinced that there ' s nothing wrong with this .
he goes to say it another time , but he ' s silenced when the boy sitting in his lap sighs loudly and kisses him again . and , well , he only has so much self - control in his body . denki has his hands on either side of his face so hitoshi curls am arm around his waist as though he was going to move to begin with , and with the other hand grabs denki ' s wrist lightly .
he lets go when his hands fall to his shoulders and the blonde pulls away to press his lips against hitoshi ' s jaw and all hitoshi can do it curl a hand around the back of his neck and into denki ' s hair ( because , honestly , denki ' s hair has always been soft and he ' s always wondered what it would be like to run his hands through it ) .
denki says , half - muffled against where his mouth is against hitoshi ' s neck and hitoshi tries to focus on the words instead of the vibrations against his skin , " we should move . before , before mina and the rest of them come back inside . "
" that ' s the smartest idea you ' ve had all night , de . " denki stumbles out of his lap ( he has to grab both of his hands so he doesn ' t fall over the coffee table and they almost fall back onto the couch in the process ) , and hitoshi isn ' t quite sure where he ' s being taken but denki seems like he ' s knows this house like the back of his hand despite the several cups of cheap whatever he ' s had so far and they ' re going upstairs .
( trade drinks , but you don ' t even know her
save me ' till the party is over )
they ' re upstairs and denki opens a door at the end of a hallway and that goes into a bedroom and then another door that goes outside and they ' re on a balcony and he still hasn ' t let go of hitoshi ' s hand , but the door is closed and he ' s leaning over the railing and when hitoshi looks down , he finds their friends below them -- he can see mina and tenya trying to dance but mina is laughing too hard , he can see eijirou telling some animated story where he has to use both his hands to talk through it and katsuki is laying across his and shouto ' s laps , he can see momo and kyoka where they ' re chilling near where hanta is trying to show his boyfriend how to do the macarena , he can see tokoyami in a tree and , well , he ' s learned somewhere in the last three years not to question his favorite member of the cryptid squad.
denki tugs lightly on his hand and points without saying anything at the seat that ' s against the wall so he lets the blonde pull him over and when he drops down into it , denki climbs back into his lap . he says , " there ' s more than enough room for both of us , denks . "
he rolls his eyes like this is the stupidest thing hitoshi has ever said -- he knows that isn ' t true -- and says , " you ' re a better seat . "
" what does that even mean ? "
" it means that you ' re a better seat , hito . pay attention , god . "
he laughs , half - way breathless , and the rest of his breath is stolen when denki leans over and kisses him again , softly .
they stay like that , soft , for the longest time -- at least ten minutes , not that either of them care enough to count -- until something explodes in the backyard below them and the noise makes denki topple over ; hitoshi scrambles to get a tighter hold on him before he can hit the balcony floor .
" what the fuck was that ? " he asks , and hitoshi doesn ' t have an answer until they hear shouto ask katsuki if he ' s okay and katsuki only curses at him for a solid ten seconds . then , hitoshi says , " i think it was bakugou . "
( kiss me in the seat of your rover
real sweet , but i wish you were sober )
that makes denki laugh , and while he leans forward against him so that he doesn ' t fall out of the chair , denki says through his giggling , " of course it was katsuki , you dummy , who else could it be ? " and hitoshi doesn ' t really have a good answer to that , but he smiles and so hitoshi smiles back .
" dunno . do you remember that time kiri accidentally made him set something on fire in class ? " he asks , and denki laughs out loud . their friends definitely know they ' re up here now . " which time ? "
" how many times were there ? "
denki goes to answer him , still laughing , but then someone yells his name ( it sounds like mina , but he can ' t really be sure ) and he scrambles off of hitoshi ' s lap and leans a little too far over the railing , grinning . he says , " what ? "
hitoshi walks over and leans up next to him , grabbing onto the back of his shirt so denki doesn ‘ t just topple over the edge , and he watches mina grin at the pair of them from down on the ground . he flips her off just because he can and she sticks out her tongue at him .
" so , are you losers just going to hide up there or are you going to come down here with the rest of us ? " katsuki calls up , now sitting comfortably in between his two boyfriends , and hitoshi almosts says that he ' d rather stay up here when denki laughs again and grabs his hand , pulling him towards the door , and every thought he has stalls at the sparks of electricity that run up his arm -- and he means that literally ; actual sparks jolt up his arm from where denki has grabbed ahold of his hand .
denki doesn ' t seem to notice as he tugs hitoshi off of the balcony and down the stairs and into the backyard and he also doesn ' t notice when kyoka grins at them when they get to the backyard , probably because he ' s yet to let go of denki ' s hand . hitoshi just sticks his tongue out at her ; she flips him off before settling back against momo .
maybe coming to mina ' s party had been a better idea than he thought . denki laughs at hanta and yuuga dancing on the other side of the yard and he grins . yeah , maybe .