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“Am I going crazy.”
Kaminari turns to face Shinsou again, a worried look on his face. They had been nestled into Kaminari’s bed scrolling through each their phones in relative silence. Until that had started to bore Shinsou, that is. Then he started to gaze at his pretty boyfriend instead, but a thought just couldn't stop bothering him. Kaminari had been so wrapped up in his phone he must not understand what is wrong. His eyebrows furrow, and Shinsou cannot help but put all his focus on them.
He swears they looked different a month ago, shorter and fainter, but now-
“Am I going crazy,” Shinsou repeats again, “or are you growing eyebrows.”
The worried crease between his eyebrows vanishes again. The muscle underneath moves upwards, lifting said eyebrows to his hairline. Kaminari looks amused by Shinsou’s thought process. He puts his phone down, and Shinsou knows he is in for a treat.
“Okay, so- funny story,” Kaminari starts off, “but would you believe me if I told you I used to have normal, long eyebrows?”
It is his turn to lift his own eyebrows.
Shinsou puts a hand up to his chin, acting like he is actually pondering about this shit. He knows his answer already. “I’d call bullshit before, but, well.” He uses his free hand to gesture vaguely to Kaminari’s pretty face, “I can’t argue against evidence, now can I.”
“You totally could.”
“That is true, but also not the point,” Shinsou grunts out, the he settles into the bed like he is settling down for storytime- which he absolutely is, “Move on with the story. I actually want to know how you went from normal sized eyebrows to those... tiny things.”
Kaminari laughs at that description, head thrown back and adorable cheeks squished upwards. Meanwhile Shinsou fights back his very own traitorous smile. If Kaminari catches it then he will never get to tell his wacky story; he will be too busy cooing at Shinsou and trying to coerce more of that smile out of him, and Shinsou doesn’t really feel like being humiliated out of his mind right now.
“Compared to all the weird stuff I’ve done, this is actually one of the tamer ones.” Kaminari starts of with once he calmed down, but Shinsou doesn’t believe him.
Nothing about Kaminari is tame. Trust Shinsou on that.
“So, I had just lowkey failed the written exam to get into UA, and I thought I fucked up my chance of coming in. Due to preexisting hyperactivity and recklessness that was only fueled by the sweet, sweet spout of recent rejection sensitive dysphoria, I wanted to do something drastic to my appearance.” Denki puts his fingers above his eyebrows to hide them, an adorable little dramatization that has Shinsou feeling all sorts of gross cutesy emotions, “Before I knew it, I had no eyebrows. I didn’t really care back then, cos I thought I fucked up my chance at getting to the dream school, so whatever, y’know?”
Kaminari sighs. His hands move to rub at his forehead.
It sure is an experience to see Kaminari actually regret something stupid he had done this way. Shinsou always guessed- more like hoped, for his sake- Kaminari must feel some sort of regret for his more bizarre decisions; that he could reel himself in when he went too far or at least see the faults in his judgement, but it is different to actually see said regrets in the works.
“Then I found out I got in. My eyebrows refused to grow back properly. All my new classmates knew me for my tiny eyebrows, so it was too late to go back to my old look. I didn’t want them to ask why they suddenly started growing cos I was super embarrassed by that whole thing and didn’t want to tell anyone I had a moment. So when they finally grew back, I shaved the sides off again. Cut the hairs down, too. By that point I knew it I was in too deep to just stop shaving them.” Kaminari removes his hand from his face to give Shinsou a grin. Shinsou, for one, doesn’t know what to make of it. It looks fond, but also apathetic. “Before I knew it, I’ve been shaving my eyebrows every other month for a whole year.”
“... So, let me see if I got it right,” Shinsou says after a long minute of silence, “you have been doing this whole shaving thing only because you had a breakdown-”
“I like to call it a moment.” Kaminari interrupts him.
“Of course you do,” Damnit, Shinsou cannot help the fondness slipping through in his voice, “you had a… Moment, and was too embarrassed to tell anyone about it.”
Kaminari grins in response to Shinsou’s summary. He leans back into the bed, arms behind his head.
“Yep! I did start to like the look of it, so I wasn't like, in complete mortal peril whenever I had to pick a razor up. But, y’know, I wanted to try and let the caterpillars grow out for a change.” He chuckles, “I mean, at this point I’ve done much weirder shit than unconventionally shaving a little bit of hair off my face to keep up an image. No one is going to be that surprised, I think. And if someone does make a big deal outta it, then they just don't know me well enough; and that's on them, not me.”
Shinsou ponders more about the last sentences, and he comes to the conclusion that he agrees. He was surprised to hear the story, but once he let it sit and simmer, he figured out it wasn’t that surprising. In fact, it was so in-brand for Kaminari do to something like that, Shinsou cannot help but breathe out a chuckle himself.
Because he is allowed to do that now, Shinsou leans over Kaminari to give him a peck on the lips. Kaminari happily leans into it, but Shinsou pulls back again before they can deepen it. Kaminari whines, which only causes the other boy to snicker.
“I am happy you are being honest about your eyebrows now.” He says.
Quietly, Shinsou files that sentence away for a mental list of weird sentences he never thought in his life he would have to say. The list grows whenever Shinsou finds himself in Kaminari’s presence.
… Which is fairly often. Sue him.
While Shinsou is distracted by thinking of other weird sentences he had said and wondering what the hell the context was again, Kaminari snakes his arms around his neck to pull him down for another kiss. While it took him by surprise, Shinsou doesn’t pull away from it. Because now why the hell would he even want to do something like that?
“Yeah,” Kaminari mumbles against him, a little bit of weight to the short word, “me too.”