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Denki can't sleep.
He knows he has class at 6 am tomorrow, if anything the looming alarm is making this whole thing worse.
He sighs, rolling over for what feels like the 100th time. Staring at the ceiling, he lifts his arms up, wiggling his fingers.
Maybe this is some fucked up dream.
He flops his hands onto his face.
Nope.
He's nauseous, but he doesn't know if he's just hungry or something from dinner isn't agreeing with him.
Hot.
He sticks a leg out of his blanket, willing the demons to just pull him under. Maybe he could sleep if he was dead.
He wonders if Todoroki has problems like this. Probably not with his quirks.
Cold.
He tucks his leg into the blanket again, pouting.
This must be what Toshi has to deal with.
His sleep-deprived boyfriend obviously does a better job at handling this sort of thing.
He probably doesn't whine about it like Kaminari wants to do right now.
But Kaminari isn't Shinsou, and that's how he finds himself eating a bowl of cereal at 3 in the morning on a school night.
The moonlight cuts through the dark, jagged lines make a pattern across the kitchen floor.
A Kaminari-shaped darkness interrupts the constant and he finds himself wondering If Hagakure were here, would she create the same hole in the light? Would it pass through her?
He doesn't know.
He crunches the frosted flakes and decides he was just hungry.
Someone flushes a toilet on the floor above him, and Denki listens as their footsteps stop abruptly, a creak of the floorboard following when they return to bed.
He places his bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, debating whether or not to bother Hitoshi. He decides it's safer to leave him be, especially if it's one of the two nights a week he actually gets a decent night's sleep.
Kaminari constantly worries about his insomniac boyfriend. If the ever-present dark circles are any indication, Shinsou is probably living on a dangerously low level of energy.
If only his quirk worked on people, Denki would charge him up right away.
He wonders how Shinsou's father is always sleeping, yet has the same perpetually exhausted look about him. Hell, he brings a sleeping bag to class.
Kaminari knows Hitoshi doesn't nap during the day unless absolutely necessary, so how do they both act as if they've never had a healthy amount of sleep in their lives?
Kaminari has no idea.
"Good morning, Midoriya." A low voice startles Kaminari out of his thoughts. He whips around, half expecting Aizawa to be standing there.
He squints, and for a moment he thinks he might've been right before his boyfriend's purple hair emerges from the shadows- along with the rest of him.
"Huh?" Shinsou couldn't have possibly mistaken him for Midoriya... right?
"You were mumbling." Shinsou gestures his mug towards Kaminari. His hair pulled up in a loose ponytail, some strands curl wildly around his neck and ears.
Kaminari roams his gaze over his boyfriend, "That's not coffee, is it?"
"Tea," Shinsou looks down at his cup like he just remembered it was there and takes a sip. He cringes, "Cold tea."
Kaminari nods, kicking the dishwasher closed with his heel.
"3 am cereal?" Shinsou's eyes have an amused look about them.
Kaminari nods, watching as Shinsou walks towards him, sticking his arm out and dumping his cold tea into the sink behind him.
"You could've come to my room you know." Shinsou sets the mug down, opting to rest his free hands on Kaminari's hips.
He leans forward slowly, watching Hitoshi's white irises as they seem to glow in the moonlight. He looks down at his lips, and standing on his toes, manages to place a slow kiss there. Hitoshi leans into it, sighing as he takes Kaminari's jaw in his hands. Kaminari rests his on Shinsou's back, not really sure what else to do with them.
He pulls back.
Kaminari looks away sheepishly, "Didn't wanna wake you."
Hitoshi snorts, "You know I'm always awake, Denks."
Denki rolls his eyes, "Somehow I knew you were gonna say that. And I can hope, ya know?" He nudges Hitoshi's shoulder playfully.
Shinsou smiles softly down at him, ever-present exhaustion clear as day.
"I think I should go to sleep, and I think you should come with me." Kaminari tilts his head up at his boyfriend. The son of a bitch had to go and grow on him, leaving Kaminari in his dust as the shortest boy in 2-A.
"I think I can live with that." Shinsou grins, sliding his fingers down to Kaminari's arms until he reaches his wrist, then pulls the shorter boy behind him as he walks up the stairs.
They stop outside Kaminari's room, and Hitoshi looks hesitant, but Kaminari tugs on his wrist and drags him in anyway.
"I can't trust that you'll at least try to sleep if I let you go off by yourself," Kaminari says, slipping under the sheets on his school issues twin bed.
"I guess that's fair," Shinsou mumbles, sliding in next to Denki.
They lay still, each on their sides facing away from each other for a moment before Denki turns over with a grunt. He pulls on Hitoshi's shoulder, prompting him to face the other way. When he obeys, throwing an arm over Kaminari's shoulder, the blonde tucks his head into the other's chest with a content sigh.
Kaminari spends a while taking in his boyfriend's scent, smiling as Hitoshi rubs soft circles on his arm.
He listens to Hitoshi's even breaths, and when they become longer and more relaxed, he intertwines their fingers, nuzzling deeper into his boyfriend's shirt.
And eventually, he too surrenders to sleep.