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“Hey, ‘Toshi!” Denki said cheerily into his microphone when the purple haired streamer joined the Discord call.
Today was the fourth time that Psychwave and his friends had accepted the invite to play with the usual gang.
The first time he played with Psychwave, Denki had been extremely nervous as he worried about embarrassing himself in front of his favorite streamer, but as he played with him more and more, he began to grow more comfortable around the other.
He didn’t think that they would be considered close friends just yet, but Hitoshi had added him back on the various social media platforms—so that was something, right? Either way, Denki was just glad to be able to get to know the quiet purple haired man.
Speaking of…
“Hey, Kaminari,” the man replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Everyone continued to greet each other and chat about random things as they set up the game and their streams.
Today they would be playing First Class Trouble, a game that had just come out recently, and was pretty similar to Among Us. It was unique, however, in that it was relatively more realistic, and the “crewmates” could do more in regards to surviving and getting rid of the “imposters” of the game.
It wasn’t long before everyone’s streams had started and the gameplay began.
They played quite a few rounds, and Denki and Hitoshi surprisingly got paired together as “personoids” quite a bit. They turned out to be a good team, winning the rounds pretty often. Whenever this happened, Denki noticed that his chat tended to be quite excited about it.
~•~•~•~Chargebolt’s Live Chat~•~•~•~
5:36 unfaezed: ok this is my new favorite duo. no i do not take criticism. #PsychBolt
5:36 calminarii: PSYCHBOLT PSYCHBOLT PSYCHBOLT
5:36 summerrain1: They’re so funny together tbh
5:37 Lilo55: waiting for the meetup 👀
5:37 Cellophane: Wait, Denki you didn’t tell me you started streaming with the one and only Psychwave wtf? I thought we were friends :’(
5:38 boltyswife: omg hi sero!
5:38 Cellophane: Hi :D
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This went on for a few hours—Denki and Hitoshi being the ‘Dream Team’ (as dubbed by Denki himself), and Denki’s chat going crazy about it.
Eventually, it seemed everyone had become worn out from playing games, and needed to catch up on homework and other chores. It was almost eleven o’clock, after all. (Denki called them ‘old geezers’ for wanting to retire early, but let them go regardless).
So, after finishing up his stream, getting something to eat, and mindlessly watching old episodes of The Great British Bake Off, Denki found it was 1 A.M. and he was bored out of his mind.
Normally he would have found ways to keep himself occupied as his body rejected any notion of tiredness, but his usual methods of watching shows and gaming didn’t seem to do the trick.
Despite just having been online with his friends and viewers for hours, Denki was lonely.
With a sigh, Denki hopped back onto Discord to see if anyone was online who could keep him company.
First, he checked his own personal server—where he talked with a lot of his viewers—but it seemed like none of them were online. Next, he went to his friends list, but everyone must have gone to sleep already.
Old geezers.
He was about to just give up on his fruitless endeavor for company, when he spotted someone online at the very bottom of his friends list.
Psychwave.
Denki’s eyes widened. He had never talked to the man outside of streams with their friends, so would it be appropriate to hit him up at 1:15 A.M.?
It wasn’t like it was a sketchy ‘u up?’ booty call. Well, it was kind of a booty call. But a friend booty call. Jesus, Denki was making it sound a lot worse than it actually was.
He knew that Hitoshi didn’t sleep that much, so he probably wasn’t tired, but maybe he was just busy doing other things?
With a groan, Denki slapped his hands to his face.
C’mon, he reasoned with himself, if he tells you he’s busy, it’s fine. It’s better than having no one to talk to at all.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Denki clicked into his chat with Hitoshi and started typing.
Chargebolt [1:17]
heyyy! i saw you were online and i was just wondering if you were up to anything?
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Denki stared at the message he sent, making sure it was okay. Were there too many y’s in ‘hey’? God, since when did he care about the way he texted people?
Before he had the time to edit his message and get rid of at least one ‘y’, a small message popped up near the text box:
Psychwave is typing…
Denki instantly started panicking. He’s gonna tell me to leave him alone, he thought. I probably disturbed him or something. I—
Psychwave [1:19]
Hi Kaminari. I was just skimming through some of my notes for class. Nothing too interesting. How about yourself? What are you doing up at this hour?
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Chargebolt [1:20]
welll i got bored just watching random shows, so i wanted to chat with someone but everyone’s asleep :/
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Psychwave [1:20]
Well it seems you’ve come to the right place, because unlike some people, I never sleep. It’s an accomplishment, really.
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Chargebolt [1:21]
ofc you dont sleep. ur a vampire toshi, everyone knows this
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Psychwave [1:21]
Mhm… But you should be glad I’m a so-called “vampire”, because you would be bored and alone right now otherwise.
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Chargebolt [1:21]
so true!! thanks for keeping me company toshi! ur a real g
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but uhh if you’re busy studying or smth, feel free to go do that
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we were just streaming a few hours ago, after all
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Psychwave [1:22]
It’s okay, Kaminari. I wasn’t really in the mood to study anyway.
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I enjoy talking to you regardless, so that’s a plus.
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Denki stared at Hitoshi’s last message as a furious blush creeped up his neck and onto his cheeks. Hearing that the purple haired streamer liked talking with him made Denki’s stomach swoop for reasons he didn’t want to think about. Luckily for him, another message appeared on his screen, forcing him to snap out of it.
Psychwave [1:24]
Kaminari?
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Chargebolt [1:24]
ah sorryy! i got distracted for a minute
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but i enjoy talking to you too toshi! you’re like, one of the coolest people i know :D
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…dont tell kiri i said that. he’s determined to be the one and only “cool person” in my life
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Psychwave [1:25]
Oh really? I’m honored that you think so highly of me. You aren’t so bad yourself, Kaminari.
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And don’t worry, it can be our little secret ;)
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God, there was that blush again. Curse Hitoshi and his innocent winky face.
Chargebolt [1:25]
thanks toshi. you really are a real one :)
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wait
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YO if you’re not tired or busy, do you wanna play minecraft with me??
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Denki subconsciously held his breath as he awaited Hitoshi’s response. Minecraft was a game that gave the blonde a lot of nostalgia, and it was more fun to play with others, so he thought it would be nice to give them something to do while they evaded sleep.
There was a moment in which Denki saw Hitoshi typing on and off in the chat before he received a response.
Psychwave [1:27]
Sure. I’ll admit I don’t really know much about it, though. But I’d love to play with you.
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Chargebolt [1:27]
that’s ok!! i can teach you everything you need to know
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not to brag, but i’m quite the pro ;)
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Psychwave [1:27]
I have no doubt that you are.
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Would you like to call for this? It would probably be easier than chatting here or in-game.
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Chargebolt [1:27]
yeah fs just lemme make the game real quick then i’ll call you
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A few minutes later, and Denki’s ears were filled with Hitoshi’s deep baritone voice.
“Hey, Kaminari.”
“H-Heyy, ‘Toshi!” came Denki’s response after a brief pause.
For reasons unknown to him, he was suddenly feeling pretty nervous around Hitoshi. But they had played games together and called a bunch of times already, so why was it different now? Well, they had been in a group, but still…
Clearing his throat, Denki spoke again, trying to tell himself to calm down. “Okay, so I friended you and sent you the server information so you can come in whenever you’re ready.”
“Sounds good.”
It wasn’t long before Hitoshi got into the server (titled “shinkami’s epic world”), and the man’s generic Steve Minecraft skin appeared before Denki on the screen.
Denki’s own Minecraft skin was designed to look like himself wearing the blue tinted shades that he was often seen in on social media, accompanied by a black jacket with lightning bolt markings and matching pants.
“You’re here!” Denki exclaimed as he maneuvered his character to start jumping around Hitoshi’s.
“That I am,” came the reply as the other looked at his surroundings. They seemed to have spawned in a typical plains biome. “Kaminari, is ‘shinkami’ supposed to be some sort of ship name?,” he added after a pause.
Denki spluttered as he thought of the implications. “Well um… I-I guess so,” the blonde managed to stutter out. “But, like, a… a friendship name?” Denki wanted to slam his face in his hands and scream at how awkward he was being. He usually didn’t stumble over his words like this. How strange.
Hitoshi's voice was laced with amusement as he replied. “Uh huh. Well, it sounds pretty cool.”
“Th-Thanks,” Denki said after clearing his throat. There was a moment in which he wandered about their spawn area in the game before he spoke again. “Hitoshi?”
“Yeah?”
“...You can call me Denki if you want.”
Hitoshi’s voice seemed to soften ever so slightly. “Okay, Denki it is.”
After that, Denki patiently explained to the purple haired streamer the basics of Minecraft.
Before long, Hitoshi knew how to gather resources such as wood, make tools, and had helped Denki build a makeshift shelter.
However, he was by no means a pro, and struggled in some aspects of the game much to Denki’s amusement.
“...Denki?”
“Yeah, ‘Toshi?”
“What the hell is that?”
Denki turned his character to look over from where he was gathering flowers to where Hitoshi was standing right in front of an enderman.
“Oh,” Denki said with a short laugh at Hitoshi’s bemusement. “That’s an enderman. Actually, they kinda remind me of you, with the whole purple and black thing going on. Just make sure to not look them in the eyes or else—“
“ AH! What the fuck?” Denki was cut off by the other’s screaming.
The blonde sighed but couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up as he watched Hitoshi get attacked by the enderman, and his efforts to run away.
“Why the fuck is it chasing me?”
Denki’s giggling turned into full-blown laughter as he rushed towards the other. “Sheesh, I’ll kill it for you, you coward.”
A few strikes of his sword later, and the enderman was gone, leaving an ender pearl behind for his trouble.
There was a moment of silence that followed as Denki stared at Hitoshi’s character in amusement after the debacle.
“Shut up, Denki.”
The blonde instantly started laughing again. “I didn’t say anything!” he protested, though he knew his amusement was obvious.
“Whatever.” Denki knew Hitoshi was rolling his eyes as he spoke, though with no actual irritation. “What’d that thing drop anyway?”
“Here,” Denki said, throwing the ender pearl to him. “Right click to use it.” He had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle the fit of giggles that started to return at the knowledge of what was to come.
Hitoshi seemed to eye the object critically before doing as he was told, unfortunately aiming his cursor very high in the air.
Denki was able to hear a faint “What the—“ from the purple haired man as he was launched into the distance, before:
Psychwave hit the ground too hard.
More laughter accompanied by Hitoshi’s frustrated sigh ensued.
“Um… Hitoshi? Where are ya going, dude?” Denki asked as he watched Hitoshi’s character begin to dig straight down a little ways away from him.
“I’m mining. You said you wanted to get resources from mining, right?”
Denki snorted. “Well yeah, but I’m warning you that that’s not the best way to go about it…” He had made the mistake of falling into lava this way so many times when he had first started playing Minecraft years ago.
“I know what I’m doing,” Hitoshi said in mock offense. “Just trust me.”
“Okaaayyy, if you insist.”
The pair mined in silence for a couple minutes, but it wasn’t long until Denki heard the other let out a long string of curses.
The blonde laughed at Hitoshi’s frustrated scream as ‘ Psychwave tried to swim in lava.’ appeared on the screen.
“You were saying?”
“Shut up, Denki.”
The two continued like that—Hitoshi continuing to die due to his inexperience, and Denki continuing to laugh at him—until it was nearly five in the morning.
Hearing Denki’s yawn, Hitoshi had suggested that he get some rest. After some stubborn denial on the blonde’s part, they decided that now would be a good time to get offline.
“So… Do you want to do this again tomorrow?” Denki asked hopefully, albeit with some hesitance, as he logged out of the game. “I need to help steer you away from your noobish ways,” he added quickly, laughing nervously.
“Of course, sensei,” Hitoshi replied, amusement clear in his tone. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Despite his tiredness, Denki couldn’t help but squeal in delight after getting off the voice call with Hitoshi.
Quickly becoming close with his all time favorite streamer was too good to be true.
The days went by, and Denki and Hitoshi had fallen into a routine of cultivating their Minecraft world late at night, often after having streamed with the others for hours.
Before long, Hitoshi found that his heart had begun to leap traitorously in his chest upon hearing “Heya, ‘Toshi!” ring through his headset every night.
While overly talkative people generally exhausted him in the past, Hitoshi somehow began to find Denki’s excited ramblings on the most random topics endearing. There was just something about the way the blonde’s voice got higher and cracked occasionally while he talked about the latest episode of an anime he had watched or his favorite RPG game that had Hitoshi reluctantly finding him adorable.
Hitoshi was never one to seek out friendship with others—hence why he preferred to game alone, Monoma and Mina being the few exceptions—but he would admit that the growing closeness he had with Denki was not insufferable. In fact, the purple haired man welcomed the warm feeling the other always seemed to give him.
He would never tell anyone that, though.
On a day where he found himself not having to stream or attend classes, Hitoshi opted to check out a boba shop he had recently discovered on the college’s campus.
He was planning on just stopping in briefly and then leaving after getting his classic order of golden milk tea boba, but a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks upon entering.
“Thanks, Momo! We’ll have to hang out soon, okay?”
Hitoshi’s eyes quickly swept over to where none other than Denki Kaminari was accepting his boba tea from a tall girl with black hair.
The purple haired man froze in place as he watched the other in shock. Sure, he knew that Denki and the others they streamed with lived in the same vicinity as each other, but he never expected the bubbly blonde boy to be so close. Hitoshi thought he would have noticed if Denki went to the same college as him, what with his excitable personality and sunshine-esque nature.
Before he could think of a way to approach him, though, the sunshine boy was careening right into his chest.
“Oh my God!” Denki exclaimed in surprise. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay?”
“I’m alright…” Hitoshi said bemusedly and he wrapped his arms around the blonde to stabilize him. “Are you—“
He was abruptly cut off as Denki registered who he had quite literally run into.
“Psychwave?!” A squeak left his lips as he stared up at said man, his face quickly becoming as red as Eijiro’s hair.
Hitoshi watched in confused amusement as Denki stumbled out of his grip and began to babble, his mouth and eyes comically open wide.
“I- You- What are you doing here?”
Hitoshi chuckled softly and reached out to give Denki’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Woah, slow down there, Denki. How about I get my drink and then we can sit down and talk, yeah?”
Denki continued to gape at him, uncharacteristically speechless, as he watched his favorite streamer smile at him and go to the counter to order.
It wasn’t long before Hitoshi returned to find the blonde in the exact spot where he had left him, but now he seemed less starstruck and more nervous as he fiddled with his straw.
Hitoshi smiled reassuringly at Denki as the pair made their way outside and to a nearby bench.
Truthfully, Hitoshi was also beginning to feel a little nervousness creep in, which wasn’t typical for him. Although they had been communicating online for a couple weeks, he hadn’t been prepared to experience the full whirlwind of energy that was Denki Kaminari in real life.
And, well, he knew that the blonde was cute, but… He was even more beautiful in person, as cliché as it sounded.
The sun was reflecting off his hair, almost making it look like a golden halo. Hitoshi could also still clearly see the bright flush on his cheeks as the blonde averted his gaze and instead focused on his boba, swinging his feet subconsciously.
Denki was gorgeous, and Hitoshi was fucked.
The pair sat in silence as they worked on their drinks, but Hitoshi decided he might as well just bite the bullet and say something, lest Denki die of awkwardness.
“You aren’t usually this quiet,” he teased, breaking the silence.
Denki looked up in alarm at being addressed. Like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nervous laughter bubbled up in his throat as he spoke. “I mean, yeah… But, like, Psychwave dude, I don’t know how to react around my favorite streamer!”
“Oh?” Hitoshi said with a smirk. “I’m your favorite streamer? Also, what happened to calling me ‘’Toshi’?”
He knew he probably shouldn’t continue to tease Denki like this, but he couldn’t help it with the way the blonde’s cheeks colored so adorably with each comment.
The blonde spluttered for a second before saying, “Well, yeah! I’ve been watching you for ages, ‘Toshi!” He rolled his eyes at the smug look adorning Hitoshi’s face, beginning to recover some of his usual laidback nature. “Oh, don’t look so smug. At least I can tell the difference between a creeper and a pig!”
“That was one time, and it was dark!”
Denki snorted and nudged the affronted man’s shoulder with his own. “Mhm, keep telling yourself that, ‘Toshi.”
As the two bantered back and forth, Hitoshi noticed that Denki—along with himself—was more at ease and carefree. Just like they were online.
After a brief moment of silence, Hitoshi spoke up again. “So, Denki, I assume you’re going to this college as well?”
“Yep!” the blonde said, popping the ‘p’ sound with his lips. “Seriously, dude, I can’t believe you’ve been going here all along! I swear I would’ve noticed you walking around at some point. You have a pretty big following, too, so one would assume you’d be hunted down every day by crazy fangirls!”
Hitoshi smiled indulgently at the blonde. “Would you be one of those fangirls if you knew I was here this whole time?”
Denki’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he laughed and nudged Hitoshi’s shoulder good-naturedly. “Pssh, of course not! I am above such things!” he said with a wink that caused the other boy to snort.
“Mhm, sure,” the purple haired man said skeptically. “Anyway, I have to admit I’m somewhat of a lone wolf around campus. Don’t like to draw a lot of attention to myself and all that—hence the lack of ‘crazy fangirls’.”
“Mm,” Denki nodded, punctuating the sound with a sip of his drink. “Makes sense, considering how aloof you are online.”
“Yep,” came the response before Hitoshi sat up as a thought came to him. “By the way, what are you majoring in? I don’t think I’ve ever asked before.”
They had already discussed Hitoshi’s psychology major before—which made sense considering the intense brain melting games he played and his meticulously thought out play style—but he’d been curious about what the blonde did after learning that he was also a college student.
“Oh!” Denki said as Hitoshi noticed a slight sparkle in his eyes as the topic was brought up. “I’m doing computer programming, which kinda kicks my ass sometimes, but I wanna be able to make my own video games someday so…”
Hitoshi hummed thoughtfully. It was definitely an interesting subject. “I can see why you want to do that. You certainly have the skill for it. I’ve seen some of your streams, and you have a lot of talent.”
Denki laughed, but blushed at the compliment nonetheless. “Says the legend Psychwave himself!” He then bit his lip and said more quietly, “But you… You watch my streams?”
The purple haired man smiled gently as a hand came up to scratch the back of his neck. “Yeah I…” he paused, suddenly a bit bashful at the admission. “A few viewers of mine mentioned you a couple times so I thought I’d see what kinda stuff you do. It would seem Chargebolt lives up to the hype.”
Technically Hitoshi hadn’t looked Denki up until after they had streamed together for the first time and he had been drawn to the blonde’s personality, but that wasn’t important.
Denki giggled and puffed out his chest ridiculously. “I would hope so! They don’t call me the ‘gaming king’ for nothing!”
“...No one calls you that, Denki.”
The blonde waved his hand dismissively and sniffed dramatically. “Semantics.”
Hitoshi took one look at Denki’s faux serious expression and burst out in low chuckles. Denki looked at him in surprise before following suit with his own set of giggles.
When they had both recovered from their impromptu laughter, Hitoshi’s eyes trailed down to where it seemed both of them had finished their drinks. They didn’t really have any reason to stay on this bench, but… Hitoshi didn’t want to leave.
He never really opened up like this to most people, but being able to partake in playful banter and let himself genuinely smile and laugh was admittedly cathartic.
After a moment of feeling conflicted over whether or not to ask the blonde to hang out more, said blonde interrupted his thoughts with a hesitant, “Um…”.
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow as he watched Denki look down at his lap as he twiddled his thumbs.
After a moment of apparent inner turmoil, he continued. “Are you… Doing anything else today?”
“Nope. I’m free all day.”
“Would you…” the blonde looked up, a flush high on his cheeks. “Do you wanna come back to my dorm or something? Just to hang out some more. Maybe I can kick your ass in Smash Bros.,” he finished with a nervous laugh.
The other’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the suggestion. Well, that was a surprise. Now that he thought about it, it would be interesting to see what the rest of the blonde’s dorm room was like, other than what he had seen in the background of his streams.
The thought of being alone with the eccentric blonde in his dorm made his stomach flip inexplicably, but rather than deal with that, his lips quirked up in a soothing smile.
“I would love to.”
Oh God, oh fuck, was Denki’s internal monologue as the pair stepped inside his dorm. Hitoshi Shinsou is in my room. Fuck, I should’ve cleaned up earlier.
But really, he hadn’t known that he would be running into freaking Psychwave of all people today, let alone invite him back to his dorm.
As his eyes frantically traced over the multitude of books, CDs, clothes, and whatever else was scattered about his room, he couldn’t help but think that this was definitely a bad idea. One of the worst he’d had in a while, and that was saying something. This was so embarrassing.
Denki resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands and scream as he bustled around and picked up some of the clothes he had left strewn about. “S-Sorry about the mess. I didn’t think I would be having anyone over today,” he said, shoving the clothes in his closet haphazardly.
“It’s alright. It really isn’t bad,” Hitoshi said as he looked around the room in interest.
Denki turned around and watched as the taller man’s eyes trailed over the obscure indie musician vinyls he hung on the wall, pictures with his friends, his makeshift gaming zone that doubled as a place to do his homework, and… oh God, not the cat poster Hanta had gotten him as a gag joke.
It would’ve been fine if not for the pink tutu the cat was wearing with the caption ‘Pretty in Pink’, with copious amounts of glitter covering the whole thing. Listen, he only had it up because Hanta had called him a coward when he tried to throw it away, and so he was practically forced to keep it. It had been about over a year since then, so who knows why it was still there. He was going to try to pawn it off on some other poor sap, but he had never gotten around to it, thus why he was lunging at it to rip it off the wall when Hitoshi shot a devilish smirk at him as he pointed at it.
“It was a dare!” Denki gasped as he pried it off the wall as Hitoshi’s laughter met his ears. “Hanta gave it to me as a joke! I swear!” The laughter was cut off with a muffled sound as Denki whacked him on the face with the poster.
“Okay! Okay!” Hitoshi said as his laughter slowed down and he put his hands up in surrender.
“Anyway,” Denki said, giving him a look that was half embarrassed, half exasperated as he threw the poster off to the side. “So, this is pretty much it. Nothing special, but it’s comfy! Katsuki says it’s an eyesore, and that it’s too chaotic—”
“I like it,” Hitoshi interrupted.
“Y- You do?” People usually just grudgingly put up with his random decorations when they were at his place, but hearing Hitoshi’s genuine approval was comforting.
“Yeah, it’s a lot more interesting than my place. Maybe you can stop by sometime,” Hitoshi said casually.
“Oh! Yeah, I- I’d like that,” Denki replied breathlessly, beaming at the thought.
Hitoshi’s lips curled into a smirk. “So, Denki, I seem to recall you saying something about you ‘kicking my ass’ in Smash Bros.?”
The blonde’s grin widened as he reached out to tug Hitoshi over to where his TV was set up. “You are going down, Psychwave,” he said with a wink.
The pair seemed to be equally matched in terms of skill as they played a few rounds over ramune and pocky—Hitoshi mainly playing as Ike, and Denki unsurprisingly using Pikachu.
Denki had won the majority of the rounds, but he suspected that Hitoshi had been holding back and letting him win a few, if the way he smiled like he knew something when the blonde had enthusiastically gloated was any indication. When he brought it up, though, the purple haired had denied such accusations, but he still had his suspicions.
After that, they moved on to Overcooked— which involved a lot of frustrated screaming—and finally Call of Duty. They had gotten along as well as they did online, with playful teasing and random conversations, which came as a relief to Denki. By the time they had worn themselves out on gaming, it was already six o’clock.
“I should probably get going in a bit,” Hitoshi said as he watched Denki put away the games and leftover pocky. “My dads want to have a family dinner tonight since today’s kind of an off day.”
“Alright!” Denki chirped when he stood back up and turned to face him. “I should probably get dinner soon too.” Although he was reluctant to part ways, his stomach was rumbling low in his belly, and a hangry Denki was not a fun Denki.
“I had a good time with you, Denki,” Hitoshi said, standing up. There was a strange look on his face as he met Denki’s eyes; almost as if he was deep in thought.
Instead of trying to pick it apart though, he responded with a smile. “Me too, bro! I’m glad we found each other at the boba place.” He was about to tack on his goodbyes and let Hitoshi go, when a thought occurred to him.
“Hey, we should totally take a selfie for the ‘gram,” he suggested enthusiastically, before he added more quietly, “If you want, that is.”
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at the suggestion before shrugging. “Sure, why not?”
Denki clapped his hands together once and grinned, pulling the other boy back down to the small sofa they were sitting on because it would be hard to take a good picture with their height difference and because, “It’s not my fault you’re a literal beanpole, ‘Toshi!”
When they were both settled—Denki with a toothy grin and a peace sign thrown up, Hitoshi with his usual small, soft smile that Denki loved— the selfie was taken and Denki tried to hide the way looking at it made his cheeks heat up because of how wholesome they looked together.
Later that night when Hitoshi had left and Denki had finished eating dinner, he had set that photo as his phone’s lock screen. It was cute, okay? And Hitoshi didn’t need to know.
He also posted it on his Instagram, tagging the other with the caption: “the meetup you’ve all been waiting for ⚡💜”
Not long after posting it, he received a notification that indicated that Hitoshi had commented on it.
“ psychwave: I totally let you win Smash, by the way.” it read.
“I knew it!” Denki gasped aloud, feeling both indignant and fond as he read the comment.
As he stared at both the picture and the comment, he couldn’t help but feel the rise of butterflies in his stomach, making him groan at the realization that he was, in fact, a complete and utter simp.