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"Whoa, whoa, whoa fuck FUCK IT’S BEHIND ME OH SHIT—"
The comments in Denki’s Twitch stream were going insane, obviously finding humor in Denki’s current struggles playing a horror game that one of his best friends had suggested he try, and suffice to say he is not having a good time. But thanks anyway, Kacchan. You suck.
lordexplosionmurder
you suck at this, dunce face
"I see your comment, Kacchan, you aren't sneaky, asshole. I hate you, this game is—FUCKING HELL! WHAT THE SHIT?!"
REDRIOTLETSGO
dude!!! its not that scary!!! i played it yesterday!!CELLOPHANESERO
KAMINARI DON'T BE A WUSS YOU GOT THIS DUDE
"I hate you guys so much," Denki laughed, screeching again when he was jump scared by another part of the game. "Some friends you are."
REDRIOTLETSGO
awww don't be like that bro!!!
"Kirishima, your boyfriend is the epitome of all things horrifying, mine is the exact opposite. You don't get to talk."
Dj2cool
WHOA WAIT DID CHARGEBOLT JUST SAY HE HAS A BOYFRIENDcOMICcAB
CHARGEBOLT ISN'T SINGLE THIS IS NEWS HOLY SHITacidicqueen
good job, denks, you just spilled the beans on your relationshipEarphoneJack
kaminari you dumbfuck now the internet's going to go insane, have fun with that
Denki read the exploding comments after his slip-up and shrugged. "Oh well. Bound to happen eventually, we all know I'm shit at keeping secrets."
A thud sounded in his apartment from a room over and Denki paused his game, sliding his headphones off of one ear to listen for more noise. Another thud and light footsteps.
"Babe, you home?" he shouted.
Instead of a response, the door to his game room opened and Izuku walked in rubbing his eyes with his palms. He blinked when he uncovered his eyes and glanced at his boyfriend with an eyebrow raised. "The LED lights are red."
"Blasty suggested a horror game."
Izuku snorted. "I'm not surprised. Hi, Kacchan," he waved to Denki's camera, walking over toward his chair and sitting down on the floor next to him.
lordexplosionmurder
OI WHAT WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN
Denki looked up at his camera and held up a finger with an apologetic gaze and moved his mic away from his mouth. His hand moved into Izuku's dark curls when he leaned on Denki's leg like a pillow. "How was class? That bad?"
"Toshinori-sensei is a drill sergeant."
A blink. "You're a human resources major."
"A drill sergeant, Denki. I'm so tired. And I have to proofread a 10-page paper for his class due in two days and make any edits it might need and we ran out of coffee this morning and tomorrow is my behavior science class with Aizawa-sensei and he's even worse than Toshinori-sensei and-"
"Whoa, Izu, breathe. Breathe, babe," Denki ran his hands through Izuku's hair and lightly dragged his nails over his scalp, feeling Izuku sigh from below and lean his head up to glance at Denki. "You want me to end the stream early?"
Izuku's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously. "No, no! You don't have another stream scheduled for a week! You shouldn't just- but your fans and- the game you're playing isn't finished and-"
"Yeah, I'll take that ramble as a yes." He slid his headphone back on his ear and moved his mic back in place. "Alright guys, I'm sorry, but I'll have to end it a bit early this week for some important reasons to me, and next week we'll be playing. . ." he looked at his second monitor and paled. "Silent Hill. Kacchan, I hate you."
acidicqueen
its alright kami!! go take care of mido babe!! give that boy some much needed cuddles!!EarphoneJack
finally no more wussy screaming, they're just zombies dude. go take care of him, denki, he looks roughREDRIOTLETSGO
YO IS MIDORIYA DUDE ALRIGHT??! ILL BRING HIM SOME FOOD FOR LUNCH TOMORROWlordexplosionmurder
NO THE FUCK YOU WONT I COOKED THAT SHIT DONT GIVE IT TO HIMCELLOPHANESERO
relax blasty. have fun kaminari, give midoriya some love
"That's the plan, Sero," he grinned. "ChargeBolt, signing off! See you sparklets next week!" Denki turned off his camera and ended the stream on Twitch.
Leaning down, Denki planted a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead and lifted his head from his leg, grabbing his hand and dragging them out and down the hallway.
"Denki, where are we going? What are you doing? I told you that you didn't have to end your stream! I'm fine!"
"Shh, Izu, relax. Where's your backpack?"
"T-The entryway? I dropped it there to come say hi to you I- whoa-! Denki, p-put me down!"
Denki laughed and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's temple. "Nope! We're gonna go cuddle and you're gonna relax and forget about your classes for a while because you've been overworking yourself while I've been sitting here playing video games and socializing."
"But that's your job! You love doing it and you're making money for it! I don't blame you for that!"
"Never said ya did, but you're tired and stressed and that's why we're gonna go cuddle!"
Izuku went silent as Denki stepped into their room, kicking the door open with his foot and turning on the switch for the fan with his elbow, and Denki felt Izuku lay his head down onto his shoulder to press a feather-light kiss there. "Thank you, Denki."
"Just doing my job!"
"This isn't your job, though."
"Shh. 'Course it is."