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“So..” Mina sat crossed legged on her bed, sweet tea nursing in her hand as she used the other to stir it; her eyes sunk into Denki who was stiff on the
opposite side of her.
“What is it you like about him again?” She quizzed,
Denki has just confessed that he had feelings for the class 1C student Hitoshi Shinsou for the first time and al though they all could have guessed it, his friends are keen on knowing more. Especially Mina.
Denki swallowed down his shyness and brought his hands out in front of him to demonstrate-
“He’s so unavailable,”
Shinsou isn’t one to be as prone to a relationship as he is, everyone knows that.
“That’s why- I mean he’s hot too.” He blushed,
Bakugou rolled his eyes from where he laid on the pink printed carpet.
“But other than that- but that’s part of his allure!” Denki began to stutter and wander from one point to the other, thankfully his friends were used to it.
“Right.” Mina smiled, she found it adorable.
Kirishima nodded with understanding as Sero sat with his head tilted to the side- he doesn’t see how Shinsou’s arrogance and antisocial behaviour can be so admirable to somebody.
“Right, number one he’s very attractive.”
Denki held up a finger,
“Number two, he’s got this mystique.”
Sero had to hold his laugh as it was nearly behold by him blowing raspberries-
Kirishima hit him in the rib.
Denki continued, blush crawling up to his ears,
“He’s very mysterious,”
He squinted his eyes,
“he doesn’t look you in the eye when you talk to him..he is v-.”
Bakugou cut him off,
“That’s not mystique that’s autism.”
Denki clamped his mouth shut and frowned,
“Okay..that’s true alright.”
His eyes wandered,
“I think..but it’s HOT-ism!”
Mina burst into laughter mid sip and got her sugary tea all over Denki that would leave him sticky shortly after, as did Sero.
Bakugou grumbled out a curse that only Kirishima heard and which rewarded him a red headed scowl. ___
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Denki rambled on about his pet bird back at home that would sing his favourite songs when he walked through the door,
Shinsou didn’t seem to have any other choice but to listen-
“And then one day he just climbed up the-…” he paused,
Shinsou had his amethyst orbs set on the specks of gold in front of him that widened when they noticed how he wouldn’t look away.
He was staring into his the same you would a spectacular starry night as his mouth moved at a pace worth stunting his pulse.
Shinsou furrowed, “why did you stop?” His eyes looked to the side and Denki panicked;
“Sorry it’s just that your- your eyes they, you’re loo- you-.”
Shinsou lifted a brow down at him,
“Well you-..Are you autistic?” He sighed,
For the first time in his life, Shinsou felt his pupils shrink to the size of ants at the question-
“Am I what?”
Denki jumped back, “wait I didn’t mean it like that! it’s just that Bakugou was asking me after I was talking about you to him because- Wait! But I wasn’t like speaking! Speaking about you I just kind bro-.”
Shinsou’s eyes fell back onto his, and very slowly did they begin to drop down to the source of satisfying sound that just so happened to be his lips that parted to form another sentence- though something changed his plans.
Denki caught the eyes on his mouth and squealed like a scared little girl-
“Dude are you autistic or just really into my lips?!” He yelped as a hand flew to cover them.
Shinsou deepened his gaze upon the blonde and blinked down at him with bafflement, before he licked his own lips and decided it was best to answer him before he went on another waffling rampage-
“Both.”
He replied, Denki froze.