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“Hey Kirishima,” Kaminari called out.
Kirishima looked over the back of the couch to see Kaminari standing in the living room. He looked out of breath and awkward standing there, fidgeting with his hair. He kept squirming where he stood, it was kind of funny watching him.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Kirishima asked. He turned to grab the backboard of the couch, tilting his head curiously at the other boy.
“I need a favor,” Kaminari said. He put his hands together in a begging motion, “Pleaseeee come to my dorm.”
“Uh sure?” Kirishima replied.
He got up from the couch and followed the yellow haired boy to the elevator where Kaminari was bouncing on the balls of his feet. He kept rocking back and forth nervously and it was starting to get worrying.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good, don’t worry,” Kaminari squeaked. He looked like he was about to burst, but Kirishima decided not to push it. “It’s just… kind of embarrassing, I’ll tell you when we get to my room.”
“Got it.”
The elevator ride wasn’t long at all, but the awkward tension in the air was so thick that it felt like ages. As soon as the bell dinged, Kaminari jumped out and grabbed Kirishima’s wrist, dragging them both to the blonde’s room. Kirishima giggled to himself a bit at the strange urgency Kaminari had shoving him into the room, unceremoniously.
“Dude, why are you panting?”
“I’m nervous, okay?” Kaminari whined. He flopped down on his bed and Kirishima sat down at the foot of it. He looked over the frantic boy curiously.
“What’s got you worked up?”
Sitting up, Kaminari said, his face turning a shade of pink, “Okay so, y’know how I have maybe the teensiest crush on Jirou, right?”
Kirishima nodded, “What? You planning on asking her out?”
“NO!” Kaminari said, too loudly. Kirishima rubbed at his ear, rolling his eyes. “I mean, no. It’s— okay, this is embarrassing.”
“I’m sure, it’s fine, dude,” Kirishima reassured, awkwardly patting the shorter boy on his shoulder.
“If I ever did ask Jirou out, it’s just that…” Kaminari sighed. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
Kirishima blinked at him. That was it?
“I mean, that’s fine, plenty of people in our class haven’t kissed anyone,” Kirishima said. “I haven’t.”
“It’s not fine for meeee,” Kaminari insisted. “I want to be prepared for if I ever get the chance or else it’s gonna be so awkward I might have to go die.”
Kirishima was so confused. He tilted his head and just stared for a second. Then he tried to ask, “How am I suppo—“
“Can we practice together?” Kaminari blurted out.
Huh?
Kaminari’s face was bright red staring at the other boy. His face was scrunched up and he looked incredibly flustered. He quickly screwed his eyes shut to avoid eye contact with the red head. He sat on his knees, hands pressing into his thighs as he waited nervously.
Peeking one eye open, he stammered, “We— we don’t have to. Obviously. I just— we’re friends and I trust you and everything and—“
“We can practice,” Kirishima interrupted. He was starting to feel some butterflies in his stomach at the thought. He didn’t know why, it was just Kaminari. They were just practicing as bros. Yeah. Bros.
“Really?” Kaminari asked.
“Yeah, we can try it.”
“You’re not just saying that becau—“
“Kaminari, I said it's okay,” Kirishima said, firmly.
“Alright,” Kaminari breathed out. His yellow eyes stared into Kirishima’s eyes. He awkwardly shuffled forward so their faces were inches away from one another. The air between them was warm and Kirishima could feel Kaminari’s breath on his face. “Um, do we just like, start?”
“I— I guess so.”
Kaminari shut his eyes harshly then leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kirishima’s. It was just a quick peck and he pulled back almost immediately. It was more like a quick punch to the face with the other’s mouth rather than a kiss.
Kirishima opened his eyes and asked, “Was that it?”
“I don’t knowww,” Kaminari cried, covering his face. He nervously tried to lean forward again, kissing the redhead again. It was gentler this time, but still didn’t last any longer than a few seconds. As he pulled back, his eyes flicked down to his lap and he whined, “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”
Kirishima realized that he didn’t know either. His hands were balled up at his sides and he noticed Kaminari’s were still gripping his own legs anxiously. Awkwardly, he reached a hand out to hold Kaminari’s face. The blonde’s eyes widened and his cheeks tinged with an even darker shade of pink. At that, Kirishima realized he hadn’t stopped blushing this whole time.
“Um, do you want me to lead?” Kirishima asked. He could feel the other boy leaning into his hand slightly. He watched the boy’s eyes close as Kaminari nodded against his hand softly. It made something flutter inside Kirishima’s stomach another time.
The red head leaned in slowly and kissed Kaminari again. He took Kaminari’s hands and placed them along his shoulders. This time, he used his own hands to cup the blonde’s face. Those strange butterflies in his stomach started to flap harder, but he chalked it up to just being nervous to kiss someone in general. He never had done this before after all.
This kiss was longer and sweeter. He tried his best to be gentle and avoid accidentally hurting Kaminari with his teeth. Kaminari had soft lips, they tasted lemony from the boy’s lip balm. The blonde was kind of stiff, kissing back awkwardly against Kirishima’s own lips. Even through the awkwardness, Kirishima felt little sparks as they kissed. Little bits of electricity pulsed through him and he wasn’t sure if it was Kaminari’s quirk or just the moment alone. He felt tingly all throughout his body and he almost broke out into giggles because of it.
Kirishima’s eyes fluttered open and saw Kaminari’s face was scrunched in pure concentration. It was kind of cute, but not in a weird way or anything. The scrunched up boy must have forgotten to breathe because suddenly Kaminari pulled back, desperate for air.
“Why are— why are you good at that?” the blonde gasped.
“Was I?”
“Yeah,” Kaminari mumbled. He hid his face behind his hair and flopped backwards onto his bed.
Kirishima laid down next to him and the other boy scooched to make room next to him.
“You taste like lemons,” Kirishima said absentmindedly.
“Oh!” Kaminari replied, “You taste like… um, sweat?”
“Wow thanks,” Kirishima laughed. “Your lips are really soft.”
“Oh, thank you,” Kaminari said. He was turning his face away from Kirishima’s in embarrassment. It was a little funny seeing how flustered he was getting. “Yours are kind of rough.”
“Yeah, it’s cause of my quirk,” Kirishima explained. Oftentimes his skin was dry and his lips were left cracked and bleeding. It was just one of the side effects he dealt with. “Sorry about that.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” the blonde replied quickly. “I liked it.”
Kirishima could feel his own face turning red like his hair.
“Not in a weird way!” Kaminari babbled. “It’s— I don’t–”
“You’re good, don’t worry,” Kirishima chuckled.
Kaminari turned back towards the red head and for a minute or so they just kind of stared at one another. The blonde’s eyes were this golden yellow color. He wore black penciled eyeliner around them that made them pop even more. Dark brown eyeshadow painted the lids of his eyes and spots of glitter peeked out within it. If Kirishima wasn’t this close, he wouldn’t have noticed the mascara that Kaminari had on as well. His lashes were long and fluttered each time he blinked. Kirishima’s gaze accidentally wandered back to the other boy’s lips. They were pretty and pink, turned up in a small smile. Glancing up back towards those yellow eyes, he noticed they were angled down towards his own mouth.
Kaminari’s eyes looked back at Kirishima and realizing he’d been caught, his head jerked up fast, hitting the headboard of the bed.
“Ow ow ow shit,” Kaminari groaned. He rubbed at the back of his head as Kirishima laughed at him, covering his giggles behind his hand. The shorter’s nose crinkled up as he stammered, “Ah— You should go, I need to, um, study. Yes. Studying.”
“Alright, Kami,” Kirishima said. He got up to leave, so the boy could “study” in peace. As he tried to leave, a hand quickly grasped around his wrist. “Huh?”
“Do you— do you want to practice again tomorrow?” Kaminari asked, his eyes were round and that pink blush was staining his face again. He was staring at Kirishima, wide-eyed, waiting for a response.
Kirishima blinked a couple times, processing the question, before answering, “Yeah, we can keep practicing.”
“Cool,” the blonde breathed out.
— ♡ ₊˚♬. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧.° —
For the next few weeks, Kirishima and Kaminari fell into a routine of sneaking off to each other’s rooms for “practice.” They were actually getting better at kissing. Kaminari finally knew what to do with his hands and started kissing back properly. Kirishima was already good according to the blonde so he had an “unfair advantage.” Whatever that meant.
The two boys were laying in Kaminari’s bed together. The blonde had suggested trying different positions to kiss from. He claimed it was for getting multiple references. Kirishima hadn’t minded.
They had both showered for the night and Kaminari was running his fingers through Kirishima’s damp hair as he kissed him. It felt nice against his scalp and made his cheeks warm up. Kaminari kept kissing him so softly and the two were getting tangled into one another.
Today Kaminari tasted like strawberries. The pink lip balm dyed his lips slightly pinker than usual. Kirishima was getting the sneaking suspicion that the other boy had been wearing different flavored chapstick each time on purpose. Kirishima always made it a point to guess the flavor which left Kaminari’s face to light up happily. He wasn’t sure just how many flavors Kaminari owned, they’d already been through so many now; grape, orange, watermelon, vanilla, cake batter, matcha, the list went on.
Kaminari pulled back from the kiss, blinking softly. He was flushed and his eyelids were heavy. He looked slightly dazed and his pupils were blown out. His lips were slightly wet with spit from how much they’d been kissing already.
Kirishima couldn’t help but think that the other boy looked really pretty like this. He could feel the tips of his ears heating up at the thought.
Kaminari placed a gentle hand on the redhead’s face, cupping it gently. Kirishima thought he might die right then. Kaminari played with the hair that fell by Kirishima’s cheek, twirling it around his finger. He let out a small, satisfied hum, before asking, “Kiri, can I ask you something?”
Kirishima’s heart started to beat faster at the question. He didn’t know when he had started getting so flustered around the blonde. He wasn’t sure why yet. They were just practicing as friends. This was all just practice. So why did his heart feel like it was about to explode?
“Yeah, you can ask me anything,” Kirishima breathed out, trying his best to keep his voice steady. It was hard when Kaminari was looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. That was probably just his imagination though…
“Can we start using first names with each other?” Kaminari asked. “We don’t have to, but y’know. I just thought, since we’ve been… um, practicing so much together, that we could…”
Kirishima nearly teared up. Did the other boy really think they were that close? It made his head feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.
“Of course we can, Denki,” the redhead replied happily.
“Hell yeah,” Denki responded. He smiled brightly, his eyes crinkling upwards. He looked overjoyed at the confirmation. His smile went from ear to ear and it was so warm, like a midsummer’s night or a stream of sunlight in the morning. He leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Eijirou’s nose. He then buried his face in the crook of the other boy’s neck, nuzzling against the skin.
The red haired boy felt like his brain was about to lose any sort of reception it had. Something about that small kiss felt different. Well, all their kisses felt a bit… more than practice nowadays, but he couldn’t quite place why that small peck made him feel like he was about to melt. Maybe it was because they couldn’t excuse away that type of kiss as just practice. There was no reason for the blonde to practice that kind of kiss. It made the redhead’s heart pound in his chest and he hoped Denki couldn’t feel his pulse point against his neck.
He let his arms wrap around Denki as they cuddled together. This was new, but Eijirou tried to not think about it too hard, no matter how it made his head buzz. Denki was always a pretty physically affectionate guy. He was super touchy feely, constantly poking at his friends or grabbing onto them. He was never afraid to show that type of affection which Eijirou thought was manly as hell.
He admired a lot about Denki. From his humor to his energetic nature to his unabashed personality. He liked every part of him so much.
He froze up when he felt small kisses being pressed onto his neck. He didn’t mind, he enjoyed it. Denki wasn’t biting or leaving any marks on his skin, just gently kissing his neck as they cuddled. It was done so softly that he barely even registered what was happening. Ghosts of butterfly light kisses being placed along the skin. Maybe that was on purpose, he didn’t know. He could feel Denki’s lips against his pulse point and he felt it spike up harshly. He wasn’t sure if the other could feel it, but that was the moment that made Eijirou’s brain click just for a moment.
Denki pulled back and smiled at him with that same dazed look on his face from before, before mumbling, “Maybe we could practice more of that next time.”
With a burning face and heart palpitations strong enough to throw him into a heart attack, Eijirou realized that maybe, just maybe, he liked “practicing” with Denki too much. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to keep going, but it was already getting late. They had class tomorrow and couldn’t afford to stay up all night. Getting up, Eijirou replied, breathily, “Yeah, next time, Denki.”
The yellow eyed boy grinned sweetly. Eijirou had a crush on him for sure.
— ♡ ₊˚♬. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧.° —
A few weeks later, in the afternoon, Eijirou found himself making a mad dash towards the kitchen. He knew Bakugou would be there preparing food and he desperately needed help.
“Bakugou,” the redhead shouted. “I need your help, man.”
Bakugou turned around, knife in hand. He was glaring daggers into Eijirou’s soul, irritated from being interrupted. He pointed the knife in his direction and yelled back, “What the hell do you want?”
Eijirou hopped up onto the kitchen counter, letting his legs dangle off the edge, before explaining, “I need some advice on something.”
“What the hell is it now?” Bakugou sneered, turning back to his food. He was chopping up some vegetables and Kirishima swore he was getting faster with each passing second.
“Okay, let’s say, hypothetically,” Kirishima started. He didn’t even get to finish his statement…
Bakugou’s eyes immediately narrowed. He gave the redhead a sharp glare and said, “If this is you trying to confess your love for me, you’re going to die right here in this kitchen.”
“No! Oh my god,” Eijirou yelped. He shook his head furiously, “This is about Denki.”
Letting out the hugest sigh of relief (wow rude), Bakugou set down his knife and looked the other boy up and down, “Since when are you two on a first name basis?”
“Since we–” Eijirou blustered. He could feel himself turning red already. Bakugou kept staring him down and it wasn’t helping with the embarrassment he was already feeling. Bakugou really had a staring problem… “Okay so, me and Denki may have been, don’t laugh– we’ve been practicing kissing together and—”
Bakugou was already on the verge of tears, laughing.
Eijirou scowled at him, “I told you not to laugh, man.”
“Practice kissing?” Bakugou cackled. “Holy shit, that’s pathetic. I’m gonna seriously die. I didn’t know you and the dunce were that desperate, oh my god.”
“Like you’ve had your first kiss,” EIjirou snapped back.
Instantly, Bakugou stopped laughing and his eyes twitched.
“That’s what I thought, ass,” Eijirou huffed. He crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes, “Let me continue. So me and Denki have been practicing kissing together and I think– ah, how do I put this? I think I might have accidentally developed a crush on him. I really like him, like a lot.”
“So ask him out,” Bakugou deadpanned. “Why do I have to hear about you and your love crap?”
“Hey, you don’t see me complaining when you talk abo–”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll gut you.”
“Jeez, calm down,” Kirishima exclaimed. “I can’t just ask him out, though. What if he doesn’t–”
“Why would you ask me for fucking advice if you’re not gonna take it, asshole?”
“I don’t–”
“Bother someone else about it if you don’t like my answers and fuck off,” Bakugou yelled, giving Eijirou a thumbs down.
“I don’t think I’m ready to ask him yet, I mean, I only just realized I liked him a couple days ago,” the redhead explained. “He’s just really cute and we’re pretty much best friends. I mean besides us, I guess, but your best friend is Midoriya already so. If he doesn’t like me back, I don’t want to mess up our friendship or anything like that. I don’t want anything to be weird. He’s so nice and always makes me laugh and he’s so pretty, have you seen him? He’s so–”
“Barf,” Bakugou cringed. “I don’t want to listen to you ramble on about your little crush all day. Shit makes me sick.”
Bakugou put his vegetables aside and pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation, “If you’re so worried, just wait it out a bit. Plus, it’s the fucking dumbass, why would he let things be weird if he didn’t like you? Aren’t you guys ‘besties’ or whatever?”
“I don’t know,” Eijirou mumbled. “I guess you’re right.”
“Don’t fucking mutter, I can’t hear you,” Bakugou barked. He pointed at his ears, showing that his aids weren’t in. He flipped the shark toothed boy off and rolled his eyes.
“I said, you’re right,” Eijirou repeated. “Thanks, for the… advice? I guess?”
“Whatever, I–” the explosive boy internally groaned, before giving into the sincerity. “I hope it works out, whatever the fuck you two are doing. Weird ass shit. Just fucking go.”
“Alright, alright,” Eijirou laughed. He gave the spiky blonde a thumbs up before heading to his own room. He wasn’t ready yet, but talking about how he felt eased some of his nerves. He’d tell Denki eventually, he just needed a bit more time… and maybe a bit more practice.
— ♡ ₊˚♬. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧.° —
A few days had passed since the day Eijirou tried to talk to Bakugou. Denki himself tried to talk to the other blonde, but he was screamed at profusely with Bakugou going on about how he was a fucking idiot and he didn’t want to hear any more love bullshit and that he was going to murder both Denki and Eijirou.
Now Denki found himself seated in the redhead’s lap. They were in Eijirou’s room, pooled together on the mattress. Soft kisses were being pressed against his neck and Denki’s brain felt like it was melting out of his ears. Eijirou made good on his agreement to practice neck kisses from last time and Denki let the other boy pepper smooches all over him.
He realized right after their first “practice” that he was beginning to develop a thing for the other boy. Hell, he realized it within the first few minutes of the practice to begin with. Something about it sparked something inside him that he couldn’t put out. Maybe it was the feeling that mimicked his electric shocks he felt whenever Eijirou planted a kiss on him. Maybe it was just the fact that Eijirou was, frankly, really hot, at least to the blonde. Maybe it was the fact he kept kissing his best friend. He never wanted to stop.
Denki could feel Eijirou’s sharp teeth scrape against his neck lightly. The one currently kissing his neck always made sure to be careful with his fangs. It wasn’t too hard, the two never went past closed mouth kisses. Denki couldn’t think of an excuse as to why they should practice full on making out so he settled for what he could get. However, now that Eijirou was kissing along his throat, they were getting dangerously close to open mouthed, sharp kisses being planted against his pulse point.
“Be careful,” Denki murmured. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the redhead bit him. He knew he’d enjoy it greatly. What he was worried about right now is the fact he knew he’d accidentally let out a noise if Eijirou did bite him.
If Denki hadn’t already realized he liked guys before this whole thing started, he knew for sure now. A part of him wished he hadn’t chosen his best friend, but another part knew he wouldn’t have been able to pick someone else to help him. He hoped things wouldn’t get too awkward if Eijrou found out just how much Denki liked kissing him. It was way more than he should for just practice, he knew that, and he knew quickly that he never wanted to stop practicing.
Eijirou pulled back from Denki’s neck making the blonde whine a bit at the loss, but he quickly shut his mouth, hoping the redhead didn’t notice the noise.
“You okay? You’re sweating a lot,” Eijirou asked.
Denki flushed brightly. He waved his hands out in front of him, babbling, “I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just really hot in here. That’s all.”
Eijirou tilted his head at him curiously, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Denki choked out. He pushed his hair in front of his face, desperately trying to hide how red his face was becoming.
He flopped backwards onto Eijirou’s mattress, covering his face in his hands. He felt the weight on the bed shifting and he nearly screamed when he felt Eijirou holding himself over him.
Eijirou’s rough hands moved his own hands away from his face. Leaning down, he placed a long kiss onto Denki’s lips, ringing a small squeak out of the blonde. The redhead soon fell back into a sitting position and licked his lips in thought. Denki wanted to burst into flames right then watching him. Eijirou pursed his lips together, then asked, “Cherry?”
Eiji was trying to guess the flavor of his lip balm.
“Nope,” Denki replied, popping the ‘p’ noise. “Gonna have to guess again.”
“No way, it’s totally cherry flavored,” Eijirou protested.
“Not quite.”
Denki sat back up and pulled a lip balm out of his pocket. He hid it behind his hand, turning away as he put more on his lips. He shoved the balm back into his pocket and inched back closer to the other boy in the bed.
Eijirou immediately pulled him in close and kissed him again. For the first time, Denki felt Eijirou’s tongue swipe against his lip, trying to taste the balm he had put on. Denki was genuinely about to explode. It felt kind of weird really, but he couldn’t care less about that. He could feel his heart jumping out of his chest and he swore he accidentally let out a whimper which he prayed so badly that the other boy didn’t hear. If the boy did notice, he didn’t say anything and Eijirou kept kissing him, more roughly than usual, trying to figure out what lip balm the blonde was wearing.
Eijirou pulled back, huffing lightly, “That’s totally cherry.”
Denki did his best to smirk, lip quivering and still flustered from the harsh kiss, and shakily pulled out the lip balm, holding it proudly between his fingers, “Nuh uh, it’s cherry cola.”
“You’re such a cheater!” Eijirou exclaimed, picking up a pillow and tossing it at the shorter boy.
“Am not!” Denki laughed, hitting the redhead back with the plush pillow.
Eijirou giggled back and lunged at the blonde. They wrestled against each other playfully. Eijirou kept trying to tickle at the blonde’s side and Denki tried to bite whenever his hands came too close. They shoved each other with no real impact behind their throws. Eijirou managed to pinch at Denki’s cheeks causing him to screech loudly in the redhead’s ear. Eventually, Ejirou managed to pin Denki down on the bed, winning the wrestling match between them.
Denki’s face immediately felt like it was on fire, looking at his crush pinning him from below. He breathed in and out shakily and could smell whatever cologne Eijirou was wearing. The cologne gave off the scent of leather, musk, and cinnamon. Something about it, combined with Eijirou panting over him made him feel like he was going crazy. He could see red beginning to tinge the other boy’s cheeks as he was above him.
Looking at his wrist awkwardly, Denki stammered, “Wow– look at the time, it’s– wow, it’s getting late, we should go to bed, huh?”
He had no watch. He looked stupid as hell.
Eijirou didn’t seem to notice his lack of watch and immediately fell back into sitting. He blustered out in agreement, even with no actual time to verify, “No yeah– definitely. You should… yeah, let’s get some sleep.”
“Yep,” Denki peeped. He scurried off the bed as quickly as possible. It was too quickly and he ended up tripping on the edge of Eijrou’s blanket, smacking his chin against the ground. “Ow, I’m fine! Just gonna… lie here for a few seconds and leave.”
“Are you okay?”
“Please just let me die in peace…”
Denki felt Eijirou’s rough hands help him up and he couldn’t tell if he appreciated it or if it made him want to die even more.
He couldn’t look Eijirou in the eye as the other carefully looked him over. His eyes were screwed shut, his head hung down, and his fists were balled up at his side. He let out a surprised chirp and his eyes flew open as he felt Eijirou lift his chin and give it a small peck.
“There, better?”
“Y–Yeah,” Denki mumbled.
“Hey, you should wear that flavor again. It uh– it’s nice.”
“Totally,” Denki breathed out. “Goodnight, Eiji.”
“Night, Denks.”
He was a total fucking wreck.
— ♡ ₊˚♬. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧.° —
It’d been a couple months since Denki managed to start this whole thing with Eijirou.
Denki tried not to make his crush super obvious, but he was failing miserably. He was shocked Eijirou hadn’t said anything about it yet. Whenever he was with the redhead his heart just felt warm and fuzzy.
Every time the two hung out normally now, he’d find himself sitting just a bit closer to Eijirou. His touches would linger just a longer. He glanced at him for a bit too long or stared too much whenever Eiji laughed. His gaze kept falling onto the other boy’s lips when they weren’t supposed to. They never kissed during normal hangouts, not when the sun was up. They only practiced together at night when no one would be able to interrupt or catch them. It was an unspoken agreement they had, what they did was never done in the daylight. It wasn’t out of shame or anything, it was just… private.
He started doing silly things like buying Eijirou’s favorite snacks when he went out. He doodled little pictures of the redhead in class. He gave Eiji’s contact its own ringtone. He bought a crimson riot keychain just because it reminded him of the other boy. He kept pestering Bakugou with ramblings about the taller boy. He bought some cheap bandana that he was never going to wear just because Eiji owned something similar. He even wore that damn cherry cola lip balm every single day now.
Denki was doing another one of his silly things now. He fanned his hands out, flapping them to get his nails to dry quicker. He painted them a dark, crimson red, just like Eiji’s favorite color. Thinking too hard about it made his own cheeks turn the same shade of red.
The blonde heard a knock on his door and he glanced down at his drying nails, calling out, “It’s unlocked, just come in.”
Denki saw tufts of spiked red hair poke into his room and he instantly smiled.
“Hi Eiji,” he grinned. “What’s up?”
“Hey man, you painting your nails?”
Denki nodded at him enthusiastically, “Yep, they’re still drying.”
“Sick,” Eijirou hummed. “I was wondering if you wanted to come to the mall with me and the rest of the gang in like an hour?”
“Yeah! For sure,” Denki said, flapping his hands excitedly. He looked down at them again and he realized, “Crap, I can’t do my makeup in time before my nails dry.”
He kept looking between his nails and Eijirou, face scrunched in concentration before an idea popped into his head.
“Do you wanna help me do my makeup?” Denki asked.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you,” Denki laughed. He blew on his hands. “I usually have Mina help if I need it, but you’ve worn eyeliner and stuff like that before, you can help!”
“I’m not sure, I don’t wanna mess up your face.”
“You won’t, pretty pleaseeeee,” Denki begged, batting his eyelashes at the redhead.
“Okay, okay,” Ejirou giggled. He grabbed Denki’s makeup bag and pulled out a small eyeshadow palette and the first brush he could grab. “Um, what color do you want?”
“You can choose.”
“Alright,” Eiji said, scanning the palette for anything that caught his eye. Most of the colors were simple browns and blacks and grays, with a few reddish tones mixed in. Of course, a bronzey red caught the boy’s eye and he showed it to Denki, “This one. It’ll match your nails.”
Eijirou loaded the brush with powder and Denki closed his eyes so he could apply it easily. He kept feeling the redhead’s hands moving close and away from his face awkwardly before they fully pulled away from his face. Peeking an eye open, he asked, “What are you doing?”
“How do I angle it?” Eijirou couldn’t figure out how to angle his hand to do the other’s makeup.
“Oh, uh– to be honest, Mina usually just kind of sits on top of me,” Denki explained. They figured out early on it was the easiest way to do each other’s makeup.
“Alright,” the taller replied. He pushed Denki back in his chair a bit and cautiously straddled his lap. Denki placed his hands around Eijrou’s shoulders, trying to keep them out of the way so nothing would accidentally touch them.
If Denki died right then, he was sure he’d die happy. He didn’t need anything else. He could just die of a heart attack in this chair and he would be the happiest man alive. Well, dead.
Denki let his eyes flutter closed as the soft brush worked its way over his eyelids. Ejirou’s hand held his face so gently, as if Denki might break if he was too rough. It made the blonde want to rip his hair out with how flustered it was making him, but he tried his best to stay still while the brush tickled at his face.
Eijirou shifted a bit and said, “Okay, open your eyes and look up.”
The blonde did as he was told. He could see Eijirou leaning forward and sticking his tongue out in concentration. He traced a pencil along the boy’s waterline carefully. With his fingers, he carefully smudged it, trying not to poke Denki in the eyes.
Denki felt like he couldn’t breathe. All the blood was rushing to his head and he felt dizzy as Ejirou’s dumb fingers were touching him so tenderly. He wanted to bang his head against the wall so badly.
Ejirou took out some mascara and had Denki close his eyes again so he could brush his eyelashes. It tickled and made the shorter’s eyes flutter involuntarily. He tried his best not to squirm in the chair with Eijirou in his lap.
“There,” Eijirou smiled. He held his fingers out and framed Denki’s face, one eye closed, like he was taking a photo. His red eyes kept tracing over the blonde’s face. They slowly drifted down and got caught on Denki’s lips. “Hey, do you want lip gloss?”
“I usually don’t wear it, but I have a lip tint in my bag.”
“Cool,” the redhead breathed out.
Denki squirmed and pulled his lip balm out of his pocket and put some on before Eijirou grabbed a sheer black lip stain from his makeup bag. He placed his thumb on Denki’s chin, holding it between his pointer finger. Tilting Denki's face up, he stroked the applicator against the boy’s lips like a paintbrush, “Purse your lips real quick.”
Eijirou didn’t move his hands even after he finished. He just stared at the blonde for a few moments. He wouldn’t stop looking at Denki and it was beginning to make the other self conscious, “You keep staring. Do I look bad or something?”
“You look beautiful.”
Denki wasn’t sure what came over him, but he immediately pulled Ejirou into a kiss.
He pulled back almost just as quickly when he realized what he was doing. This wasn’t a part of their practice. He couldn’t excuse it away. He had just given his best friend a real kiss.
“I’m so sorry,” the blonde squealed out. “I didn’t mean to!”
Ejirou looked at him with a bit of a stunned expression on his face. He blinked a few times before nibbling his lip and looking Denki in the eye. He tossed up his options in his head before blurting out, “Denki, I like you.”
“What?”
“I really like you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“Oh thank god,” Denki sighed in relief. He covered his face with his hair as he felt his cheeks start to light ablaze.
“Huh?”
“I liked you since the first time we started kissing and like I felt bad because I liked you and didn't know how you’d react if I told you after kissing you so much, but then I didn’t want to stop kissing you in case you did react badly, so I just kept it to myself, but I really really like you too and I think I’m about to pass out and die,” Denki rambled.
The redhead started to bust out laughing, tears formed around his eyes and he couldn't stop giggling. Denki not only thought it was cute, but was also offended.
“What the hell, man? Why are you laughing?” Denki cried incredulously. He shoved Eiji lightly on the chair causing the other to grab him for balance.
“Hey! Be careful! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Eijirou said through spouts of laughter. “You’re just really adorable.”
Denki felt his face go hot. He shoved Eijirou again, trying to get him to fall off the chair, “Don’t say things like that!”
“It’s true though! Stop shoving me,” the shark toothed boy giggled. He pinched at Denki’s cheeks giddily and smiled brightly. “You’re so cute.”
“Stoppppp,” Denki whined, he tried to pull his face away to no avail.
Eijirou kissed him on the cheek and quietly asked, “So, does this mean we can start dating then?”
“Obviously,” the blonde replied.
“Cool, that’s…” the redhead trailed off. He looked into Denki’s golden eyes and smiled so softly, before saying, “I’m really happy.”
“Me too.”
Denki leaned forward and pressed another kiss against Eijirou’s lips.
He wanted to keep kissing him forever.