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Denki had fallen asleep about forty-five minutes ago, and Shinsou had been effectively imprisoned since.
Lying on his back trapped between slumbering classmate and couch, Shinsou lifted his free wrist to check his watch. Ten-thirty. He'd be in his room now any other night, doing his homework and listening to music and then watching Netflix for a bit, then laying down in bed and trying and failing to doze off and perhaps getting in an hour or two of actual sleep at an ungodly hour before his alarm went off.
And here he was, classmates whispering goodnights as they passed him on their way to the dorms. Some offered to wake Denki, others asked if he was all right- “yeah, I'm good, I'll let him sleep a bit longer”- and the occasional knowing look or snicker from his friends and Bakugou's not-so-subtle warning glare, but Shinsou was used to that. Momo, the last one out, gave him a blanket and a smile before flipping off the main light.
Denki shifted a bit, one hand lightly clutching a fistful of Shinsou's hoodie, his brow furrowing until Shinsou gently began carding his fingers through the yellow locks and Denki squirmed a bit, leaning into Shinsou's hand and settling down again.
“Like that, do you?” Shinsou couldn't help smiling. “I had a cat that used to like sleeping on me like this, too. Probably because I'm warm, and my heartbeat, or something...”
He trailed off, fingers still in Denki's hair, and stifled a soft yawn.
Denki woke sometime around midnight.
...his bed didn't breathe...
...oh.
The room was dark and quiet, deserted except for him and Shins- was he actually sleeping?
Shinsou was sleeping!
Denki couldn't help beaming. Shinsou's large hand was still in his hair, limp with the warmth of sleep, and the slight pressure on the small of his back told him both where Shinsou's other hand was and that there was a thin blanket draped over them both.
This was very nice.
With another sleepy smile, Denki settled down into the soft embrace and exhaled the filmy wakefulness into the dark.
“-kugou says if you don't wake up he's not making you guys any pancakes.”
Shinsou stirred. The lights were on, the room filled with soft morning chatter and slurping of coffee, and Denki's head was pillowed comfortably on his chest, golden eyes fluttering slowly.
“...eh?”
“Pancakes,” repeated Sero, grinning down at them both. “Bakugou said he won't make you any if you don't wake up.”
“'m up,” Shinsou muttered. Denki curled up more tightly and buried his face in his hoodie.
“Don' wanna,” the electric user mumbled sleepily. “Mmmph.”
Shinsou yawned and struggled to sit up, shifting Denki into his lap so he could rub his eyes. “What time is it?”
“Eight-thirty!”
“Eight... what the-?” Shinsou glanced at his watch. “I've been asleep ten hours?!”
Sero shrugged. “You looked pretty tired, dude.”
Denki yawned widely and slowly sat up, wrapping his arms around Shinsou and plopping his head on his shoulder. “Mmmph.”
Shinsou lightly hugged him back. “I slept ten straight hours, Denks.”
Denki beamed.
“Oi! Pikachu!” came a yell from the kitchen. “If you and Purple Head aren't in here in five seconds I'm throwing your food out the window!”
“'Purple Head'?” Shinsou repeated, scooting himself and his lapful of Denki off the couch. “Really?”
Denki clung tight. Shinsou grumbled fondly, rubbing his head and gently detaching the other boy's arms.
“Go tell Bakugou I'll be right there. I just want to wash up a little.”
“Mmmpphh,” Denki whined, grabbing Shinsou's arm again.
Shinsou chuckled and gently rubbed his nose against the soft hair. “Just like my cat.”
Denki purred.
“I'd hurry up if I were you,” Sero warned. “Bakugou's gonna-”
“Don't care” was Shinsou's only comment.