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"Goddamnit Denki, how many times do we need to go over this?"

"Mmm, like six more?"

Jiro rolls her eyes as she takes another sip of her steaming black, definitely no sugar please, coffee.

She swallows and sets her mug down gently. Across from her Denki grins before he takes another gigantic bite of his ice cream sundae that of course has extra sprinkles, cherries, and peanuts because hello, what's the point of a sundae if you aren't  going to go all out?

"You can't just only eat ice cream for every single meal,” she says with a scoff. 

"Watch me," he mumbles around another bite, his face full of the frozen dairy goodness.

She scowls at him, picking up her coffee and turning her nose away.

They're sitting in their favorite booth, in their favorite diner, going over Jiro's favorite topic of conversation. At least, it seems like it's her favorite since she never shuts up about it. The topic being about him, and how he can't take care of himself.

She's such a mother hen, but he loves her for it. At least someone cares about him.

He's about to take another bite, when the jingle of a bell distracts him. He glances up out of reflex, just to see who's coming in. His fingers so slack and he drops his spoon, little flecks of ice cream splattering over both him, Jiro and the table. " Christ !" Jiro says loudly, jumping at the noise.

Denki thinks she might be saying something to him but honestly, he can't hear it.

He can't hear anything anymore.

Everything seemed to have gone silent the second his eyes landed on the person walking into the diner.

Denki had always thought love at first sight was such a hokey cliche. One reserved for dumb teenage movies. Overplayed, over hyped and definitely not realistic in any way.

One look at this boy with the dark purple hair he suddenly he got it. He understood .

Because love at first sight was the only way he could explain away the sudden intense desire he had to rush across the diner and drop down to one knee and propose to this beautiful, but total stranger. A finger snapping in his face suddenly startles him back to reality, noise of the diner rushing back in to his ears at the same time.

"What the fuck, Denk?" She asks, one eyebrow arched.

He couldn't even say, he just shifted his eyes back over to over where the boy was. Panic gripped him hard, he halfway stood up on the booth, angling his body around trying to see where he could have possibly went.

He had disappeared and he was not here for it.

How was he going to see his future husband and then have him vanish in less than five seconds?! Jiro gripped the front of his jacket, trying to pull him back into the booth.

They both yelled at each other in unison.

"Sit the fuck down you psychopath!"

"MY HUSBAND!"

A harsh shush from the occupants of the next booth over has both of them whipping their heads towards them. "Sorry, my friend is an entire idiot," Jiro says, apologizing to the older couple.

Denki doesn't care about being loud, he doesn't care about anything, not even Jiro is enough to stop him from sliding out of the booth, and jogging over to where the boy stood last. Jiro hisses something unintelligible but he waves her off, throwing a "Give me a second" over his shoulder.

He's at the front of the diner now, and he eyes the area frantically. Off to his right, he can see the back of his head, the boys messy spikes sticking up in a way that makes him want to run his fingers in them.

Denki lets out a sigh of relief, his tensed shoulders immediately relaxing. 

He's found him.

After doing a quick breath check, Denki runs his hands through his own hair and braces himself for impact.

He isn't sure what he is going to say, isn't sure what he's doing to do, but goddamnit he is going to get this guy's number if it fucking kills him. He walks up to his table and sees the boy is buried in the menu. Denki just stands there, admiring the view of his future life partner.

The boy is beautiful.

There's no other words he could use to describe him. He's just beautiful. From his angle he can see his dark lashes, his strong nose, and the sharp cut of his jaw.

He very badly wants to touch him, but even he knows when to tone it down a notch. The boy must sense his presence because without looking up from the menu he suddenly says, "I'll have an orange juice and an everything bagel."

Even his voice is perfect.

Denki could cry.

Fuck, is he actually crying?

He is checking his face for wetness when the boy looks up. "Oh sorry," he says in that same sleepy drawl that reminds Denki of lazy Sunday mornings and breakfast in bed. "I thought you were a waitress," he continues.

Denki can't stop staring.

The boys eyebrows press down into a look of confusion.

"Uhh... can I help you?"

Oh shit. He's talking.

Denki clears his throat, and without further ado, he slides into the empty seat across from him.

"Did it hurt?" Denki asks. 

"Excuse me? What are you doing?"

"When Heaven fell for you?"

Wait that wasn't right. Fuck.

" Huh? "

"Aren't you tired?"

"Sir?"

"From the running on my brain?"

Goddamnit, that wasn't right either.

"If you were a Pokemon-"

"What?"

"I'd pick you!"

Boom nailed it.

The guy across from him looked at him with obvious confusion and mild exasperation.

"Please leave."

Ice filled his veins at his words. His future husband wanted him to leave. How? Did he no t just hear Denki dropping him the perfect pick up lines? How is this not working?!

"But baby!" Denki whines.

"Baby? I don't even know you! What in the actual hell?"

"You don’t know me, yet ." Denki corrects him.

Before the other man can give him a chance to tell him to leave, Denki sticks his arm out across the table.

"Denki Kaminari," he says, giving him his most charming smile and he holds his breath. It must work because the guy actually takes his hand and gives it a small shake then takes his hand back. 

"Great, nice to meet you,” he says, “You can leave now."

Denki pouts, bottom lip jutting out.

The guy looks at him with almost zero emotion, as if he gives zero fucks about Denki's heart breaking. "Okay, I'll leave,” Denki tells him. 

"Thank you."

"On one condition."

The man sighs heavily and runs his hands through his messy purple strands.

"Give me your number," Denki demands casually as he pulls out his phone. The guy stares at him, going slightly slack jawed. Denki ignores him, just starts tapping away on his screen pulling open his contacts app.

"So," Denki says not bothering to look up, "Do you have a name or should I just put you under 'boyfriend?'"

A laugh distracts him enough to get him to look back up. It's soft and huffy and totally cute.

"Does this kind of thing work for you?" The man asks, his fingers tapping thoughtfully along his chin. 

"Dunno, never tried. You into it?"

The guy stares at him for a beat, seemingly going over his answer carefully.

"Hitoshi Shinso,” he says for an answer and a small smile, but definitely a smile, creeps along his face.

"My name. That's what you can put on your phone."

Apparently, he was into it.