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“Hey Mina.” Denki poked his head in to her room shyly.
“What’s up, Sparky?” She chirped.
“Oh, um – can we talk?” He wearily winced out the words.
“Of course.” She offered, not hesitant, but certainly cautious at her friend’s somber tone.
The soft featured blond boy took small cautious steps across Mina’s room, plopping down on her bed with a shudder.
“Ok Denki.” Mina snapped, “What is going on with you?”
He closed his eyes, inhaled, and gritted his teeth. “Something happened last night and – Mina – I don’t feel good.” He looked on the verge of tears.
“Oh.” She leapt out of her desk chair with a gasp, settling in next to him with an arm around his shoulders as he slumped, burring his face in his hands. “Sweetheart. What’s happening? OK, tell momma Asido what’s going on!”
“Mina. I – I think I’m gay.” He just spat, dropping his hands between his legs, still painfully slumped over.
“O-kay.” She drew the word out. “So-?” Another drawn out word.
He looked over to her desperately. “It’s weird, right? I mean, being gay. It’s just – it’s not normal!”
“Well, no – I guess not.” She mused. “But you aren’t exactly normal in any other way, so why’s this a problem.” Her concern turned to softly poking fun.
“Mina!” He whined. “I’m serious.” He slumped in to her continued reassuring hug. “Plus, I think I really fucked up my friendship with Sero.”
“Wait! What?” She leaned away from him, forcing the blond to look up in to her eyes.
“Oh man.” He buried his face in his hands again.
“It sounds like story time.” Mina urged.
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“Dude!” Denki flopped on to Sero’s bed. “I’m so fucking stressed.”
“Midterms?” Sero kicked his limp friend taking up his leg room.
“Eh.” He groaned. “Only kinda. Really – it’s Mineta. He’s just –” Denki thought on his choice of words. “A lot sometimes. Or really, all the time.”
“Finally realizing why I can’t stand the little perv?” Sero snapped, his good natured tone never wavering.
“I mean,” Denki propped himself up on his elbow. “I know why you can’t stand him, I get it, but dude – I can be kinda gross sometimes too. I just feel like I should be giving him a chance.”
“Denki.” Sero rolled his eyes. “You are awkward in that adorably oblivious way.” He flipped the page in the comic book he was thumbing through. “I mean we all know you’re harmless. Him on the other hand, it’s just gross, man.”
Denki sighed; flopping back in to the mattress.
“Hey,” Sero looked over the comic “You want a little something to chill out?”
Denki perked up. “Oh man, Yes!”
Sero smiled with a sly chuckle, “’Aight.” He tossed his legs over the edge of the bed and began to his bookshelf, reaching for a little box on the top shelf.
“Wait!” Denki shot upright. “Bro, no!”
“What?” Sero turned around; hand on the little wooden box that matched the, as Mina and Jirou called it, ‘stoner-aesthetic’ of the boy’s dorm room.
“Aizawa will totally smell that shit!” Denki looked genuinely concerned.
“Bro – no. Don’t worry about it!” Sero laughed. “I got some edibles from my buddy. No smell to worry about.”
“Oh.” Denki relaxed. “Ok.” He smiled broadly. “Cool.”
Sero passed a single Gummy Bear to the boy taking up too much space on his bed.
“Just one?” Denki quirked a brow.
“Trust me, that is all you need.” Popping two in his own mouth with a smirk.
Sero grabbed his laptop and opened it up, propping it up on a pillow pile at the end of his bed and throwing something random on.
Denki Leaned in next to him as he went back to reading his comic.
Three episodes of the Great British Baking Show later and Denki was glassy eyed and giggling. Sero hadn’t turned the page of his comic in a full episode’s worth of time.
“Dude.” Denki giggled. “How did you eat two.”
“What?” Sero groaned.
“The – the edibles. Dude.” Denki asked again. “Two. How?”
“Dude.” Sero sighed, “You’re just a lightweight.”
Denki giggled again. “Am I? ‘Cause man, you’re fucking out of it.”
“Fuck you.” Sero shoved him. “I’ll show you out of it.” He shoved again.
Denki only laughed; fueling Sero’s intoxicated rowdiness.
Sero tackled him in to the bed. “Shut up, idiot.”
“Oh! You don’t mean that.” Denki batted his lashes up at the boy atop him.
“I fucking do.” Sero smirked.
“Make me.” Denki’s lilt took on a flirtatious tone.
“I don’t think you’d like my methods.” Sero pushed away slightly.
“Try me.” Denki glared up at him, pulling Sero back atop him by a grasp on his shirt.
Sero’s face was centimeters from Denki’s smirk. The dark haired boy cupped Denki’s cheek, running a thumb over his lips. “May I.”
Denki squeaked out an affirmative “Uh-hu.” Nodding a tiny curt ‘yes’.
Sero’s lips pressed to the boy’s below him.
Denki went stiff, but before Sero could pull away, the blond wrapped his arms around him and let out a whimper; relaxing in to the kiss.
The kiss heated, too much inexperienced tongue and teeth. After a mind-numbing amount of time the pair came up for air, parting with desperate pants.
“Sero.” Denki squeaked. “I – can – don’t stop, ok?”
Sero chuckled. “Dude, this is just for fun, nothing serious right?”
Denki suppressed a sad chill. “Yeah! Yeah.” He shot with a grin and a laugh. “Man, I just need to get kissed!”
“I mean,” Sero rolled his eyes. “I don’t really ‘need’ this, not all of us have a hard time with the ladies.”
“Shut up!” Denki shoved him.
“Hey man, I’m high, and you do have really soft lips.” Sero’s voice dropped at the end of the sentence. “I suppose I can do a little more charity work tonight.” He grinned down at a red-faced Denki.
He looked away, burring his cheek in to the mattress. “Shut up and just kiss me already.”
Sero pecked Denki’s neck, getting Denki to turn back to him; when he did, Sero reclaimed his lips for a long round of making out and rutting needily through too many layers of clothes.
Denki fell asleep with Sero wrapped around him, a smile on his face.
When Denki woke up, Sero was sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, propped up on the back two legs – knee holding him balanced against the edge of the desk.
Denki groaned, rubbing his head, mouth and eyes feeling like the Sahara.
“Oh. Hey!” Sero chirped over his shoulder. “Some water on the bedside table.”
“Thanks.” Denki groaned.
“Totally. Shit ‘s strong, makes me feel like I haven’t had water in a week.”
“Yeah.” Denki grabbed for the glass, gulping down the liquid.
Sero hummed in the affirmative, attention glued to the videogame flickering across his computer screen.
“Hey Sero.” Denki slung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up wearily.
He hummed another ‘yes’.
“Are you – um – are you gay?” Denki swallowed hard around the question’s aftertaste.
“What?” Sero chuckled. He let the chair fall; all four legs on the floor, and turned around to look at his friend resting his arm on the chair’s back.
“I mean, last – last night and all.” Denki rubbed the back of his neck, studying the corner of Sero’s room intently.
“Oh.” Sero chuckled. “You know, I was kinda thinking I may be Bi or something, but naw. You’re really cute, and bro, if you don’t do anything for me I don’t think any dude will. I think I’m just ok enough with who I am to be ok thinking another guy is hot.”
“Oh.” Denki’s apprehension turned sad.
“Oh shit!” Sero shot out of his chair, “Bro. I – are – are you? I’m so sorry. Regardless, dude I should not have taken advantage of you.” Sero looked as panicked as he felt. “I was – I was so high.” His panic turned to rambling as Denki visibly worked to process. “I am the worst. Of course you are, why would you have made out with me if you weren’t. Oh fuck, due I’m so so sorry. I just – I was so selfish, I was just curious, and I literally just couldn’t imagine kissing any other guy. Bro, you’re – you’re like my best friend.”
“Oh fuck, no, man, Did I fuck that up? Did I fuck up our friendship?” Sero looked downright panicked. “Man, I just, I had like a bro crush, and fuck you are a really good kisser, its just – I fealt you get hard but li just, it didn’t do anything for me” Sero realized what he said. “Shit! Oh my go- no no. you – you got – you were so in to. Denki I – I’s such trash.”
Denki’s brain was short circuiting, but he tamped it all down and turned on a beaming smile. “Shut up Man!” He punched Sero in the shoulder. “Of course you didn’t ruin our friendship!” HE tossed his head back and laughed heartedly. “Bro! Were thicker than thieves! But don’t tell Bakugo you’re my bestie, I think his feelings would be really hurt.”
“Really?” Sero snorted sarcastically, apprehensively entertained.
“Dude, like you said, no all of us are as good with the ladies as you are.” He forced another laugh. “I just kept imagining you were fucking Mt. Lady. I got a little carried away.” Denki kept a light-hearted chirp. “I honestly don’t even remember like half of it!”
“You’re serious?” Sero yelped in relif.
“Would I lie to you?” Denki smirked like a used car salesman.
“Yes, yes you would.” Sero deadpanned.
“Ok, ok, yeah, but about this?” Denki held his hands up in surrender.
“I’m still really sorry.” Sero shrunk back.
“Dude!” Denki shot. “Don’t ruin the mood. You’re good. But just one Edible next time, ok?”
“Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that again.”
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“Holy shit.” Mina stated plainly.
“Yeah.” Denki sighed.
“Ok, so first thing’s first.” Mina stood off the bed, beginning to pace. “Do you like Sero, like specifically Sero.”
“I mean, I don’t know.” Denki shrugged.
“No no.” Mina stopped in front of Denki, hands on her hips, making him look up at her. “Have you ever thought of Sero as anything more than a bro?”
Denki rubbed the back of his neck, thinking, and held out a hand for emphasis as he shrugged. “No. I guess not.”
“Ok, have you ever really liked another guy?”
“Not really.” Denki shrugged again.
“What about like, a famous guy, or like a guy that is totally out of reach, someone like safely out of the way of possibility?”
That question made him blush and shutter slightly.
“What was that?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” Denki moaned.
“Why?” Mina’s eyes went wide.
“Mina,” He shot off the bed holding out a pinky to her. “You have to pinky promise, swear, like SWEAR you will never tell a single soul about this. Ever, ever – never ever!”
She linked her pinky in his.
“Aizawa.” He studied the side of the room like his life depended on it, avoiding the stunned look on her face.
“What!?” She practically screamed.
“Shhhh!” He plead!
“No way!” She laughed, clasping her hands over her mouth.
“I just, I don’t know, I like teachers, I thought it was just a weird teacher kink finding a weird outlet.” He plopped back down on the bed.
“You look at Aizawa every day, and see how hot he is, and appreciate how hot he is, and you still didn’t put together your gayness?”
“I still like girls! I mean, Jirou is so pretty, and Mina,” He looked positively sick. “I feel like such a creep, but Momo’s boobs in that hero costume. Mina, I’ve had to adjust myself more than once. It’s so fucking embarrassing, but she’s so hot.”
Mina just smirked down at him.
He groaned. “I know! I’m so gross, she’s so smart and nice, and I’m just over here gawking at her tits. What is wrong with me?”
“Nothing.” Mina laughed. “I mean as long as you don’t like touch her or like disrespect her or treat her poorly, its fine. I’d imagine you’ll probably grow out of being this weird about it as long as you actually want to.”
“Oh fuck. Yeah, I really hope so!” Denki was nearly crying at this point.
“Denki.” Mina said the name with a painfully obvious tone on her tongue. “I think you’re just Bi.” She sat down next to him, keeping her eyes fixed on him. “Dude, it really sounds like you’re Bi, I mean you could be like Pan or something, but I’m pretty sure you don’t need more options, you’re like chaotic enough as it is.” She huffed a tiny chuckle.
“So, I just get to be twice as horny, and get turned down twice as often?” He whined.
Mina lost it, doubled over in hysterics.
When she regained some semblance of composure she clapped a hand on his back. “You should just talk to Kiri.”
“Why?” Denki looked at her, confused.
“Cause he’s gay.” Mina said with an emphatic ‘its obvious’ tone.
“Wait! What!” Denki’s eyes went wide, brows furrowed.
“Dude, he’s literally in love with Bakugou.”
“What!?” Denki shouted.
“Wait! Is Bakugo – ?”
“We don’t know.” Mina shrugged.
“Wait, why – why should I talk to Kiri?”
Mina rolled her eyes and sighed. “Because maybe he can be your queer sherpa, because he’s got way more patience than I do.”