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Denki shivered as what felt like electricity flew up his spine, jerking his head. He didn’t know why he did that, but it happened more when he was stressed. He was sitting at his desk staring at the board, covered in math. His knee was bouncing, not that he noticed it.
He looked outside, staring at the stars. He didn’t know if he would make it out there. He didn’t even know if he wanted to make it out there, anymore. His mom always said he was smart, supported him but…
What if he was just stupid? What if he just was fooling everyone and when he got into a spaceship he would fly it for three seconds and then crash it into one of the guards orbiting around the atmosphere and kill himself, his crew, and the yuueians?
He viciously shook his head to wipe the images from his head, going back to math. He had solved the problem he was stuck on in his head, and after the class ended, went on with his day. His next class was weapons training, taught by a blank faced yuueian, named Aizawa. He was strict, but accommodating. Denki loved weapons training. His weapon of choice was anything charged with electricity, mainly, but he liked the throwing disks the best.
He got ready with Shinsou, who liked to use his words and surprise attacks for weapons. He didn’t know how he felt about Shinsou, but he knew the Shinsou was really handsome and nice and always took his outbursts and interruptions in stride, and always listened to Denki as he talked and he wants to hold Shinsou’s hand and hug him but Shinsou doesn't really like physical contact so Denki is at a loss on how to proceed but Shinsou always pats his head even though they’re both almost the same height and he has a beautiful smile and-
“Hey, Kaminari.” Shinsou’s low voice startled him out of his thoughts.
“Hi! Hi, hey, how are you, hi,” Denki said, trying to say the words in his brain clearly. “How are ooo, how-how a you, how, dang it , How. Are. You” he pronounced the words carefully, after slurring his words too many times. Shinsou waited patiently for him to figure out the words.
“Do you want to come to my house to study? You could work on your language arts and I could work on my english.” He asked, his voice and face monotone.
Denki agreed faster than you could blink.
“I don’t know how to study with other people.” Shinsou bluntly stated, sitting down on the floor.
“That's ok, I haven’t figured out how to study either! I just try to memorize stuff. Your carpet is really soft.” Denki replied, rubbing his hands absent-mindedly on the ground.
“Uh, thanks.” Hitoshi didn’t expect to get a compliment on his floor from the happy sparkling boy in front of him. He suddenly remembered a beautiful yellow and black rock he had picked up and put in his room, and desperately wanted to give it to Kaminari. He didn’t think that was what friends did though, and Kaminari probably only wanted to be friends.
Hitoshi and Kaminari were playing Minecraft, homework 90% done on the floor in front of them. Kaminari was lying halfway on him, tucked under his chin, Hitoshi’s blanket tucked under his arms. Kaminari had just gotten killed by a skeleton while Hitoshi laughed at him, farming chickens in their safe house. Kaminari had wanted to show off to him, he knew that, but he thought it was more of a “I can do better than you, look at me,” Then a “I want to be noticed, please .”
Kaminari soon fell asleep on him, slumping all the way into his lap. Hitoshi fell asleep soon after, hand in Denki’s hair.
Denki sat up, yawning. He heard the pop of a toaster, and wandered around Shinsou’s house until he found the kitchen, too tired to care about rules. He sat on a stool, blinking, as he woke up. A plate was shoved at him, filled with his favorite breakfast food. Denki thought he saw a recipe on Hitoshi’s phone, but was too enamored with the beautiful plate of food to think about it any longer. He reached out and grabbed Hitoshi’s hands, slowly shaking them.
Hitoshi had made food for him.
Hitoshi had made food for him!
Hitoshi had made food for him!
Almost bouncing in his seat, fully awake, Denki shook Hitoshi’s hands faster, not feeling his blush or noticing Hitoshi’s. He was just so happy. Denki kept that memory with him for a long time.
And now, as he flies back to Earth, hand and hand with the love of his life, Hitoshi’s ring brushing up against his, he still remembers that first morning of many.