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They lay in each other's arms in the common room, warm and fuzzy until the sun starts to rise.
They talk a bit at first but mostly they just enjoy the quiet, content to be with each other.
The buzzing in Denki’s veins is tolerable and his headache is almost non-existent with the high of finally being able to call Shinso his, he can almost forget anything happened at all.
Shinso lightly traces his fingers along Denki’s skin, the old scars on his arms and hands create a path for his fingers to follow, being sure to keep away from the newer-looking ones.
Denki feels the relaxation seeping into his bones as he is finally able to unclench his muscles and fully relax in Shinso’s arms. The pull of sleep now winning over the lingering pain that exists if he focuses on it.
Shinso can tell that Denki is close to sleep by the way the long fingers that were leisurely running through his hair slow their pace gradually until coming to rest at the junction between his neck and his shoulder, causing Shinso to shiver.
Once he's sure the boy laying on his chest is asleep he begins to slowly inch his way out from under the golden boy. Once he is once again standing he takes a moment to admire the soft feature of his boyfriend.
Wow,
Denki is his boyfriend.
He lets out a light huff in disbelief for no one to hear. He can’t believe he got this lucky.
Shaking his head to bring himself back to focus he reaches down to slip his arms underneath to be able to puck Denki up bridal style. Once he finally has the beautiful boy situated in his arms he turns to begin their ascent to his dorm room.
When he turns he is surprised to come face to face with non-other than Bakugo with bed head making his way to the kitchen. He seems slightly confused for a second as he looks at the two teens in front of him before something seems to click and he continues walking past the pair.
“Make sure he gets some rest today, got it?”
Bakugos's gruff voice is somewhat startling so early in the morning but the meaning of the words he just put out makes Shinso relax to know Denki’s friends do care about him in their own way. Without turning around or hesitation he shoots back a quick “of course” before moving on.
However, he is stopped after a few steps yet again by the grumpy blonde behind him.
“And take care of him ok?”
It is the closest to soft that Shinso has ever heard Bakugo speak and it kind of catches him off guard. But despite his surprise he already knows his answer, doesn’t even have to think about it. Because it just seems so obvious. Even though he can’t know what the future holds, even though he couldn’t have possibly known at that time that he a Denki would go on to date all through high school and beyond. Couldn’t have known that he would help Dneki on every single assignment and hold him every time he couldn’t get a concept and cried his eyes out, or when he got a B plus after studying really hard and cried tears of joy. Couldn’t know that he would be the one to set Denki’s friends straight about calling him stupid, or take care of him when he shorted out. And he absolutely couldn't have known the ways that Denki would take care of him in return. Clapping back at old bullies who would talk about his quirk, humming him lullabies and making him playlists to fall asleep to when his insomnia gets bad, learning sign language so they can talk when Shinso doesn’t feel like speaking or when Denki goes mute, standing next to him at his dad's wedding when present mic is made a permanent member of his little family during his third year.
These are all things that Shinso had no way of knowing, and wouldn’t know for a while. And yet his answer came just as naturally as the feeling of rightness at Denki Kaminari in his arms with his face resting on his chest and his hand lightly gripping his shirt and being able to call him his boyfriend.
“Always.”
Finishing his walk up to the dorms he decided to take Denki back to his room. After a light struggle to get the door open he was able to lay the boy under his soft covers. Sitting down on the edge of the bed Shinso admired his delicate features as he lightly brushed a piece of hair off the boy's face as a small tired smile made its way onto Denki’s lips. Shinso soared at the thought that he might have been the reason for that smile and with one final look at the guy he loves he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead, whispering a single word before finishing tucking him in and closing the door lightly, making his way back to his dorm almost giddy at the prospect of being able to wake up tomorrow and have Denki as his boyfriend, to hug him and kiss him and care for him every day that Denki would let him. It sounded like a dream.
“Always”