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He smelled food.
That was the first thing Denki woke up to. A delicious, mouthwatering smell. He sat up in his bed, stretching lazily. He checked his alarm clock - it was 9am.
That’s strange.
What was Shinso doing up so early? And on a Saturday of all days?
Normally, his sleepy friend didn’t get up until around 11am or later on the weekend. Which was just fine with Denki, he loved to sleep too. And he really loved weekends when neither of them had plans. He looked forward to those weekends the most.
They would spend the morning together, chatting about anything and everything. Well, usually it was Denki chatting and Shinso making small comments. The man needed two cups of coffee before he really started interacting with Denki. The blond would sit at the counter top and watch as Shinso made them breakfast - he was rather skilled in the kitchen. Denki would always offer to help but Shinso would laugh and say he didn’t want another white out incident.
So Shinso would cook and Denki would entertain, then they would enjoy breakfast together. After that the two would spend the day together, shopping, watching TV, reading, grading papers, or writing - it didn’t really matter what they did as long as they did it together.
Denki just enjoyed spending time with Shinso.
And today was just like any other, except that it was starting out so early. Still Denki didn’t think twice before getting up and throwing on a random t-shirt. He quickly clipped his hair back with some heart shaped clips that Mina had given him. She said it would help him with styling his hair and he trusted his fashion queen’s advice.
Trudging down the hallway with sleep in his eyes, he could just barely make out voices from the living room. Probably some sitcom Shinso put on for background noise. Denki had learned that Shinso didn’t like to do things in silence, it bothered him immensely to be surrounded with just the quiet. Which was an extremely good thing for Denki, the blond hardly ever shut up in the first place. They really were just the perfect match.
The perfect match as roommates and best friends, of course.
Shaking the sleepiness from his head, Denki entered the living room.
He raised his arms high above his head, getting a really nice stretch. He yawned loudly as he stretched upwards, closing his eyes in relief. “Toshi, why are you up so early? And what are you making? It smells awesome!”
The noise from the sitcom stopped, alerting Denki that something was off with the current scene. Denki cracked open an eye to see that Shinso was standing directly opposite him. He was fully dressed, not in his signature cat pajamas but in nice clothes for the day and his expression was that of the shocked Pikachu meme. And most of all, he wasn’t alone.
In the kitchen cooking breakfast, was a tall man in a leather jacket. His blond hair was tied up in a ponytail that reached almost all the way down his back. Another man seemingly just as tall sat at the countertop. His tired eyes sized Denki up from over his steaming cup of coffee. He was using Shinso’s favorite mug. A small squeak from the couch caught his attention and he noticed the third and final person in their apartment. A young girl, probably high school age, with long silver white hair styled in two braids sat on the couch with Lucky in her lap.
Denki was wide awake now. His head whipped back to face Shinso who was moving swiftly towards him.
Oh shit.
“Uhhh sorry for the intrusion, I’ll just be goi–AHH!”
Shinso grabbed him by the waist, dragging him down the hallway. Well it was more like he was nearly carrying Denki instead of just straight up dragging him. Denki knew he was strong but damn. The dude really did follow Kirishima’s workouts if he was just casually hauling Denki down the hallway.
Too shocked by Shinso’s strength, Denki hardly had time to notice that he was being manhandled into Shinso’s room. His roommate shut the door behind them and Denki stumbled onto Shinso’s bed.
Holy fuck, no wonder the guy slept for fourteen hours at time, this bed was awesome! But Denki didn’t have time to enjoy Shinso’s bed. He sat up quickly and took in his surroundings.
This was his first time ever being inside Shinso’s room. It was really nice and cozy. It was also messy, which was a surprise. Shinso usually kept the rest of the apartment in ship shape condition. There was a pile of (clean?) clothes on top of his desk chair. More clothes in a laundry basket. Pieces of paper and assorted pens were littering the top of the desk and the floor underneath it. The walls were decked out in posters and pictures. Following the posters on the wall, Denki noticed a few shelves with various items, figures, and framed pictures.
There was a bright yellow frame that didn’t really match the cool tone themes of black, gray, and purple in his room. Denki focused on what was in the frame and gasped to himself. There in the gaudy yellow frame was a picture of the two of them at the bar. Denki had jumped on the other’s back begging to be carried home from the bar. Midoriya, with his unnatural lightning speed, whipped out his phone and beckoned them to smile at the camera. Denki of course threw up a peace sign giving the camera his signature flashy grin while Shinso was looking at him instead with his real smile, the one that gave him dimples.
Denki had that same picture as his lock screen. Well, not the exact same picture. He had the one where both of them were actually looking at the camera. He wondered why Midoriya hadn’t sent him this one as well. This photo had Shinso’s real smile, Denki’s favorite, whereas the version he had showed the smile Shinso gave to everyone else.
He’d have to ask Midobro about that later.
Marking that thought down for later, he took notice of the other framed pictures. In a black frame there was a picture of The League on stage performing, you could almost feel the energy burning through the picture itself. A blue frame held a photo of his family, only younger versions of them, at Christmas time. They looked immensely happy. The last frame, a simple wooden one, contained another person that Denki didn’t know. They were in front of a school sign in graduation gowns. A guy with short blond hair and an obnoxious grin had his arm thrown over Shinso’s shoulder. They seemed close.
Denki was pulled out of his musings when Shinso began whisper-yelling at him.
“What are you doing here!” Shinso hissed. He was pacing around his room. Picking up random items and tossing them to the side haphazardly.
“I live here!” Denki retorted.
“No, I mean what are you doing here, now! Today!”
Denki tilted his head to the side. “... where else am I supposed to be?”
“At Mina’s!”
“Why would I be there?”
“Oh my god,” Shinso groaned. His voice rising with growing agitation “Because of the dance recital thing and you were staying over last night to go with her.”
“Oh,” Denki replied easily, not understanding what issue Shinso had with him being in his place of living. His residency. His home. “No, that got moved to next Friday.”
“But you literally waved goodbye to me yesterday as you walked out the door. I saw you leave with your overnight bag and bottle of wine.”
Denki began laughing but reeled it in immediately once he caught sight of Shinso’s growing displeasure. He wrung his hands together and spoke quickly, “oh yeah, well I did leave to go to Mina’s yesterday. And yes, I brought my bag to stay the night and a bottle of wine because duh. But funnily enough when I got there she told me it was actually moved to next weekend. So, yeah we ended up just chilling for the night. We chatted and then got dinner. It was really nice. Mina is a great friend, in fact we should all hangout - the three of us! Anyways. Then I came home around 10pm. I think you were already asleep by then, good job getting to bed early by the way. What was the occasion?”
Shinso moved his hands down his face in pure frustration. Still whisper-yelling, he gestured widely towards the living, “the occasion Denks, was my family. They’re visiting today. I put it on the calendar a month ago! I thought you wouldn’t be here…”
Oh.
His heart dropped and his face fell.
Shinso thought Denki wouldn’t be present, so then it would have been okay for his family to be there. A million different things ran through Denki’s head but what he couldn’t stop thinking was that Shinso just didn’t want Denki to meet his family for some reason. Was he embarrassed of Denki? Did he secretly not like him at all? Why wouldn’t Shinso be okay with him meeting his family?
He laughed nervously. “What, are you embarrassed of me or something?”
Shinso paused in his pacing. He turned to face Denki, his eyes wide with worry. “What? No! No, not at all.”
Okay, so he’s not embarrassed by Denki. But still he didn’t want them to meet so badly that he drug Denki down the hallway to avoid an introduction. Well that didn’t make sense. Shinso and Denki are great roommates, hell they’re even best friends. He had a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Then what?” Denki huffed out. “Do I make that bad of a first impression?”
With a soft voice, Shinso stepped forward ruffling the blond’s hair which made him relax automatically, “no, you left quite an impression on me. It’s just well…” He stepped back running his hands through his hair, rubbing at the base of his neck. “They can just be… a bit much.”
Denki stared at Shinso. He was dressed nice, a pale blue shirt and jeans without any holes. His hair was brushed back and he smelled like expensive cologne instead of just coffee. His cheeks were red and he was fidgeting with his rings. He looked… nervous.
His eyes widened in realization. A real lightbulb moment for the on-call electrician.
“Wait wait wait. Hold on a second here.” He grabbed Shinso’s fidgeting hands and pulled him down next to him on the bed. “I’m connecting the dots. You’re not embarrassed by me and I’m not embarrassing–”
“I didn’t say that.”
“--Shut up, hang on. I’m onto something here.” He nudged him over playfully and Shinso bounced back into him. Denki smiled at the sight of Shinso’s own small smile. In a teasing voice he asked, “are you worried that they’ll embarrass you ?”
Shinso’s smile dropped instantly.
HA!
“You so are!” He poked Shinso’s cheek which earned him a pillow to the face. This action did not dissuade Denki in the slightest. He leaned against Shinso trying to annoy him even further. “What secrets do they know? They look like the kind of parents to accidentally let something slip. Oh my! Do they have embarrassing high school stories? Oooooh! Did they bring any scrapbooks? I barely even met the blond one but I am so betting that he scrapbooks!”
Shinso pushed off the bed letting Denki tip over.
“Alright alright, yes. I was worried they’d say something out of line. But you’re here now and well, I’m sure they’ll have something to say as soon as we walk out of here.”
He sat back up noticing Shinso’s apprehensive tone and uneasy energy. He doesn’t want Shinso to feel nervous around his own family.
“Don’t worry Toshi. I’ll be on my best behavior. I swear I won’t ask any leading questions or ask about high school or anything! I’ll be polite and quiet. And –”
Shinso interrupted him, smiling softly, “just be yourself Denks.”
The blond beamed back at him and nodded enthusiastically. He stood up to go back out there with Shinso when the other looked Denki up and down with a raised eyebrow.
Scrunching up his own eyebrows in confusion, Denki looked down at himself. He was wearing pajama pants covered in pokeballs. He even had a pikachu t-shirt on. He quickly reached up to touch his hair feeling the clips he had put there earlier still in place. He cringed at himself. Biting his lip, he glanced up at Shinso who was full on smirking back at him.
“Did I just meet your family for the first time wearing Pokémon themed pajamas?”
“Yep.”
He closed his eyes and shuddered. Resigning himself to be known as the Pokémon roommate for the rest of time, he grinned, opening his eyes to look at Shinso. Pulling at his t-shirt in a show off kind of way, he winked at Shinso and asked, “well, do you think it was a shockingly good first impression?”
Shinso shoved him into his room to change.
After changing into something more appropriate, Denki rejoined Shinso and his family. He walked in to hushed whispers, catching the tail end of Shinso saying, “please, for all things good in this world - do not bring it up.”
Denki smiled weakly. He was sure that Shinso was talking about his recent love life and his breakup. He appreciated Shinso looking out for him but he was fine really. It had been over five months now. He was moving on slowly but surely.
The family noticed Denki enter the room at once. The tall blond greeted him first with a large, overwhelming hug that nearly squeezed the life out of him.
“Oh my god! We are finally meeting the roommate! We have heard so much about you! I’m Hizashi, please call me Hizashi or just Zashi!” He held him out at arms length to get a good look at Denki, who could feel his cheeks heating up. Shinso talked about him to his parents? To his whole family? “My my my! You are quite handsome! Hitoshiiii, you never mentioned how handsome he was!”
All the eyes in the room went to Shinso who looked like he wanted to be hit over the head with a sledge hammer. Shinso sighed, turning the heat down on the stovetop still preparing breakfast while Denki was being held hostage. “My roommate, Denki Kaminari, is very handsome. Happy?”
“No one said you had to call him very handsome Toshi. You ad-libbed that.”
“Stuff it, brat.”
The tall blond, Mr. Hizashi, gasped loudly and quite dramatically. He released Denki, trotting over to the stove to help Shinso. He whacked him softly on the back of the head and chided, “Hitoshi don’t speak to your sister that way.”
“She started it.”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Please, both of you stop. I haven’t even finished my first cup of coffee.” The tired man at the counter finally spoke, causing everyone in the room to be silent.
Denki burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it. This was such a classic family dynamic. The over excited dad, the sleep dad, and the annoying sister. He loved it.
Mr. Hizashi started laughing too, so hard that he began snorting. This caused Shinso’s little sister to laugh and eventually Shinso let out some small chuckles of his own. The man at the counter just eyed Denki cautiously. Denki looked away from him nervously.
“Uh sorry about that. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced family interactions. My family lives pretty away from here and I only see them about once or twice a year.”
Startling Denki, Mr. Hizashi nearly screamed back, “that’s quite alright! We only get together every few months ourselves with how busy we all are. Maybe we can come around more often and give you that homestyle family feeling!”
Denki laughed heartily. “That’d be great! Oh! And before I forget, like Shinso said, I’m his handsome roommate, Denki Kaminari. It’s great to meet you all!” He winked at them and shot his signature finger guns.
“He said very handsome roommate,” Shinso’s sister reminded and corrected Denki.
Smirking at her and throwing a quick wink to Shinso, Denki amended his introduction, “right! Sorry, I’m his very handsome roommate, Denki Kaminari.”
She nodded in approval and introduced herself. Lucky was still seated in her lap as she spoke like someone with great authority. “I’m Hitoshi’s little sister, Eri.” She pointed at the dark haired man at the counter as a means of getting him to go next in the introductions line.
The sleepy man grunted, barely lifting his mouth from his coffee cup, “Shota.”
Mr. Hizashi clapped his hands together and announced, “breakfast will be done momentarily, little listeners! Just a few more minutes!”
Denki nodded and walked over to talk more to Eri since Mr. Hizashi and Shinso were cooking and it seemed as though Mr. Shota was ‘a two cups of coffee before speaking’ kind of guy. Now he knew where Shinso got his caffeine addiction from.
As soon as Denki sat on the couch near Eri, Lucky got up, stretching lazily and made her way towards Denki. Eri gawked as Lucky begged Denki for her usual morning scratches and kisses.
“She seems to really like you…”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, me and Lucks are best friends! Just like me and her owner!”
Eri raised an eyebrow, how could the whole family do that just so perfectly? “You and my brother are really just best friends?”
Denki frowned, not understanding her questioning tone. Just best friends? What does she want them to be? Super best friends? “Well yeah. I mean we live together, we hangout all the time, we get along really well. We just go together. Besties for the resties. Ya know?”
She studied him intensely. The look on her face kind of reminded him of how Mina looked at him last week. Right before she called Denki an idiot. He could definitely see himself becoming good friends with Eri. He could even see her and Mina getting along really well too. He’ll have to suggest that Shinso.
“How… fascinating…” she said slowly coming to some kind of conclusion about their friendship. Sitting up straighter, Eri leaned towards him. The glint in her eyes and her sharp smile really reminded Denki of Mina now. On second thought, maybe he shouldn’t introduce them. He backed away unconsciously, naturally afraid of what was about to happen. “So, are you seeing anybody?”
Excuse me.
“Huh?”
“Like are you dating anyone?”
“I… uh. No. No, I’m not.”
“What’s your type?”
She can’t be serious.
Denki shook his head fervently. “Sorry, I’m not interested in high schoolers.”
She rolled her eyes, yeah definitely Shinso’s sister, and replied in a slightly snarky tone, “ugh, obviously. Now answer the question. Quickly.”
Denki wrinkled his nose and pursed his lips. What was his type? For so long he had only dated Jiro and we all know how well that turned out.
“I guess… I’m interested in people who are kind? Yeah, nice. Oh and they have to be funny and like my friends. It’d be cool if they were taller than me so they could reach the top shelf. And maybe-"
“Wow, that is so cool." She interrupted him. "Did you know that Hitoshi’s ty–” Her last few words were muffled as Shinso’s large hand covered her mouth.
“Quit yapping. Breakfast is ready.”
They settled in at the table, using an extra chair from Shinso’s desk to fit everyone. Breakfast was going smoothly, filled with idle chatter about Shinso’s job and what Denki did for a living and how Eri was doing in school. Denki participated in the conversation but made sure to let the family have time to interact and discuss, after all he was sort of intruding on a family breakfast.
Without really thinking, mid sentence about his friend's latest chaotic game night, he handed Shinso an orange. His roommate took the orange without question, nodding along to the story that he had heard once before, and began peeling.
Mr. Hizashi started cooing at them, interrupting Denki’s story. “Awww, Sho peels my oranges for me too!”
Eri piped up leaning over her plate. “Really dad? Wowww. That is so interesting.” Glancing from Mr. Hizashi to Shinso, she grinned wickedly. Shinso’s face reflected instant regret. She looked at Mr. Shota and asked, “dad, why do you do that for pops?”
“Because I love him.”
“That’s so sweet!” Her voice was light and joyful, but with a slight edge to it. She was sending a devious look towards Shinso. Denki titled his head to the side, his eyebrows pinched together. It was really sweet so why was she smiling at Shinso like that?
In a sickly sweet voice, she asked, “Toshi, why do you do that for Kaminari?”
Shinso coughed violently, choking on the sip of coffee he had just taken. Denki laughed loudly at Shinso’s fluster. Patting him on the back, smoothing his shirt down, Denki spoke for his roommate while he caught his breath. “Oh that’s easy Eri! One day I was really wanting an orange and I think I spent about 20 minutes trying to open it - the sucker just wouldn’t budge. Finally, Toshi walked in and I just asked him and he said yes! He’s opened my oranges for me ever since then.” He smiled finishing his sentence.
Mr. Hizashi was beaming at him and Eri looked even more smug if possible. Mr. Shota continued to give Denki a strange calculating look, it made Denki nervous. Maybe Todoroki was right about the mafia thing. Shinso couldn’t meet Denki’s eyes, but handed back the freshly peeled orange and asked for him to continue his story.
After breakfast, Shinso helped Eri with a school project while Mr. Hizashi put away the dishes and leftovers. Denki was going to do it but Mr. Hizashi practically pushed Denki onto the couch and told him to not worry about it. Denki sat there, not paying attention to anything really. He was too busy watching Shinso help his younger sister.
Sure they argued and bickered but right now, Shinso looked soft. He had undone Eri’s braids and started a new one while she explained the assignment and where she was struggling. This must be a normal occurrence for them. For Shinso to play with Eri’s hair while she worked on whatever she needed to. It was probably a comforting thing, a way for Shinso to get Eri to relax and refocus on the assignment. A soft smile crept onto Denki’s face unknowingly.
“Kaminari.”
Denki almost jumped out of the fucking apartment. He turned around to face Mr. Shota, who was sitting a cushion away from him on the couch with Lucky already on him.
“Yeah? I mean. Yes, sir?”
The man seemed more awake now but Denki’ll be damned if he didn’t admit that Shinso and Mr. Shota looked eerily alike. The two were tall, muscular, and had sexy deep voices. Sure, his dad was intimidating but he also was kind of hot? In a homeless man kind of way? But also in a ‘I know 42 different ways to kill you right now’ kind of way? Denki was not only extremely nervous but also extremely confused with himself.
Shota stared at him with a passive expression, but his eyes were anything but passive. They were perceptive and shrewd. He spoke in a low hushed tone, “Shinso’s always had a hard time making friends.” Okay sure… “But it seems like you two get along together quite naturally.”
Denki smiled at him brightly. “Yeah! I’m really glad that we’re roommates. He’s my best friend.”
“That’s good.” The man smiled back at him. A creepy, horrifying, murderous smile. Denki had only seen Shinso do something similar once and it was to mess with Todoroki for mentioning the mafia one too many times that night.
Seeing Mr. Shota in his entirety and actually talking to the man, Denki promised himself that he would always listen to Todoroki’s theories. Because right now… he was absolutely in the presence of the mafia boss. He was certain.
He stuttered a response, “yeah, yes. Yes sir. It is good. I agree.”
The murder smile intensified. “It’d be a shame if you two were to stop being friends.”
Denki’s eyes widened with fear, his mouth parting to suck in air that was being ripped from his lungs in short bursts.
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
Just like that, the smile was gone and the mafia boss was patting his knee with a scarred hand. Denki nodded. Not so much out of fear (a lot out of fear), but out of his own agreement. He didn’t want to not be friends with Shinso. He couldn’t even picture a world where he didn’t meet Shinso and they didn’t become best friends. He didn’t want to be in a world like that.
When Shinso’s family left, Denki received a hug from Mr. Hizashi and Eri, and a firm handshake from Mr. Shota.
Shinso was smiling at him the whole time.
It had been a busy day for them.
First, Denki had no idea Shinso’s family was even coming over and then he got to meet them. They were really awesome. He could see where Shinso got his passion for teaching and music. Denki admired their closeness. After his family left, the two went to the grocery store to stock up for the next few weeks. Mr. Hizashi had left them several recipes to try and while Denki probably wasn’t going to participate in their creation he could at least be present when Shinso got the ingredients.
They put away the groceries and enjoyed an easy meal or rice, chicken, and veggies that Shinso whipped up quickly. Dinner was a quick event and cleaning up afterwards went by smoothly as well.
To end the day, Denki suggested a Ghibli movie and Shinso easily agreed.
They sat down on the couch, a popcorn bowl fit snugly between them and Lucky on Shinso’s lap purring contently. They sat in silence for a bit, letting the movie play while they ate. Eventually Shinso spoke up.
“I’m glad Mina’s recital was rescheduled.”
“What?”
Denki looked at him. He was facing forward, focused on the movie. Shinso’s side profile was strong. Denki watched as Shinso’s jaw clenched and unclenched, organizing his thoughts. Finding the right words at last his roommate spoke softly, “I’m glad you were here today and got to meet my family. They really liked you.”
“Really?!” Denki lit up like a Christmas tree, jostling the popcorn bowl but not enough to knock it over. “I liked them a lot too. You and Mr. Shota share, like, the exact same facial expressions! But clearly you got your cooking skills from Mr. Hizashi! The food was amazing! Even better than our normal breakfasts! And Eri was a total spitfire! I bet she really looks up to you! Dude, they have to come by more often! It’d be awesome to hangout with all of them again! Your family is really awesome, Toshi.”
Shinso had turned to look at him while Denki spoke, tilting his head down to make direct eye contact with the blond. Shinso’s purple eyes practically glowed in the darkness, only illuminated by the TV light. They were beautiful. Of course, Denki has seen them before and they have always been beautiful. A soft, calming lilac color in stark contrast to his indigo hair and sardonic personality.
But now.
Now he was even closer. They were just an almost empty popcorn bowl away. His eyes weren’t just a simple lilac purple. At this distance he could see the slightest discoloration around his pupils, how it went from a light white, to the palest of purples, to the beautiful lilac color he’s grown used to. He could even see tiny darker spots of purple in the outer rings of the iris. Denki looked intently into Shinso’s eyes, watching as his pupils gradually dilated, covering up almost all of that beautiful lilac color.
Those lilac eyes darted downwards and back up again. Shinso leaned forward just the tiniest bit.
Denki mimicked him.
Without thinking, Denki moved his hand but it caught the edge of the popcorn bowl, spilling the little remaining all over Shinso’s lap and subsequently, Lucky.
Immediately, Denki apologized and frantically began cleaning up while Shinso drew back quietly chuckling and picked pieces of popcorn off of a disgruntled cat.
Denki wasn’t sure what just happened. Or what was going to happen. Not that anything was happening. His heart was beating just a little too hard and he really hoped Shinso couldn’t hear it. His face felt hot, his mouth was dry, and his hands were sweaty. He picked up the remaining popcorn and the now empty bowl, excusing himself to the kitchen.
Why was he reacting this way?
He placed the bowl down gently and gripped at his too fast beating heart. His face still felt red and hot to the touch. Turning the sink on, he splashed cool water on his face. There was nothing weird happening here. He just spilled the popcorn, no need to get all worked up over it.
He spent a few minutes moving around different items in the dishwasher to seem busy. In actuality he was just waiting for his body to calm down. He didn’t want to return to the couch all red and jittery.
Why am I so embarrassed over spilled popcorn? I’ve made bigger messes than this!
Denki had to take a few more calming breaths before he felt like he was able to return to the couch.
He sat down next to just Shinso, Lucky had abandoned them for their wrongdoings, and they were ready to watch the movie again. This time they were a bit closer than before with the removal of the popcorn bowl, their knees brushed against each other. They rewound the movie back to the part where Denki had spilled the popcorn and started it again.
Maybe it was the combination of the darkness of the room, the soft lighting, and the warmth from Shinso’s side or maybe it had just been a long day (or maybe Denki was tired after pulling off some crazy mental gymnastics) but sleep was pulling Denki in closer.
He rested his head on Shinso’s shoulder carefully. He did this all the time with the others so it shouldn’t be such a big deal to do it here with him too. Still he was cautious in his movements. Not feeling the other pull away, he made himself more comfortable. Laying against Shinso was more comfy than he would have thought. His roommates broad shoulders were not only strong but made a surprisingly great makeshift pillow.
Closing his eyes, he whispered, “maybe your family can come back again soon. I’d really like to try the lasagna your dad was talking about.”
He felt the vibrations from Shinso’s hum in agreement. The sounds of the movie drifted away as sleep pulled him under. The last thing he felt was Shinso’s head laying softly against his own.
He had never slept better.