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August
“Oi Dunceface, you drop that vase with those expensive ass flowers, I will personally blow you the fuck up!” Bakugo shouts from across the garden where he stood ordering people around.
Today was a joyous day for class 1A - their favorite token straights were tying the knot. Not that anyone expected anything less from the two heroes who had been dating since their second year of school.
Midoriya and Ochako were cute, adorable, and sickeningly in love - what you’d expect from UA’s golden boy and girl. It wasn’t a surprise that now two years after they graduated at the ripe age of 20 - Izuku popped the question.
Now they - most of the Dekusquad and Bakusquad respectively - were there at the fucking Todoroki estate helping set up for the celebration. How the fuck Shoto convinced Endeavor to even consider saying yes was beyond him but it was still cool as hell to be at the number one hero’s home.
Kaminari rolled his eyes, placing the vase of flowers on an empty round table “You’re doing a lot of yelling for someone who begged me to help out today!” He called back with a grin.
“You’re doing a lot of yelling for someone who wants to die today!” The blonde shouts back moving to stomp toward only to be held back by a laughing Kirishima
“Hey Bakubro, relax! It’s a happy day, remember?” Kirishima says wrapping a large arm around Bakugo’s shoulders “Besides, we got it covered, you should probably go and calm Midoriya down, you know he’s losing his shit right now and you are the best man.” He grinned, showing off his sharp white teeth.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes in Kaminari’s direction then they flickered to Kirishima, softening slightly “Tch, don’t remind me. Why the hell did I even say yes?”
‘This man has it bad.’ Kaminari snickers to himself. It was no secret that Bakugo and Kirishima both painfully and annoyingly pined for each other - well it wasn’t a secret to everyone but them. Kaminari briefly wondered how much longer it would take for one of them to stop being so damn oblivious.
Kirishima let out a laugh “Because you’re friends, man. Now get going, Ochako hired a wedding planner for a reason, relax and do some best man duties.” The redhead shoved him gently towards the home where the bridal party was getting ready.
Leave it to Kaachan to be the last one to get dressed. The wedding was in a few hours and the best man was taking his sweet ass time.
Bakugo waved a hand in Kiri’s direction trudging up the stairs into the Todoroki home “Whatever shitty hair, just don’t let anyone screw anything up. Ochako will go bat shit crazy if anything goes wrong.”
“Got it dude! See you later!” Kiri calls before continuing his work.
Kaminari smirked and saddled up next to his ever growing friend - it was seriously unfair that Kiri was now a whopping 6’2 while he stayed at the humble 5’8 mark. He knew the redhead wasn’t done growing and there was a running bet on how tall he’d get. Kami bet 6’7.
“Soooo, when are you going to tell Blasty how you feel? A wedding is the perfect time for a confession.” He waggled his brows humorously.
Kiri let out a breathy laugh and pushed Kaminari away “Cut it out man - you know we couldn’t have a relationship anyways. He’s living in the states and I’m in Osaka. It would be too complicated.”
The words sounded almost rehearsed as they left Kiri’s mouth - as if he spent the time telling himself that over and over. Kaminari shot him an understanding look “Sorry Kiri, you know I just hate seeing you pine so hard for someone.”
Kiri cracked a smile “I’m okay dude, really.” He clapped a large hand on his smaller shoulder “Wanna help me finish these table decorations? Bakugo will kill us if he catches us slacking off.”
Kaminari snorted “You mean he’ll kill me. You, my tall friend, will get off easily.”
Nonetheless the two men continued setting up decorations, following orders and munching on horderves when no one was looking.
“Hey where’s Sero? I thought he’d be helping out?” Kirishima asks as they sit together at one of the tables, taking a five minute break. There was an hour and a half until the wedding and everyone was scrambling to get things ready.
Denki was glad he had decided to just come to the wedding dressed in his silk loose yellow button down top that was tucked into a pair of high rise slacks and complemented with some leather boots.
Totally not part of the garden vibe but Kaminari didn’t do the pastel look that almost everyone else seemed to have going on. Hell he was even wearing his signature choker.
Kaminari scrunched his nose “You know our squad bachelor, he’s probably caught up in some modeling gig or something like that. He’ll show up when he’s done.”
Not many people changed after graduation besides some minor cosmetic things - Midoriya cut his hair stepping away from the poofy green mess he used to call a hairstyle, Mina got a tattoo, etc etc but no one really changed. Except for Hanta.
Kaminari’s best friend - the lucky bastard - had caught the eye of the public after his debut. Most had called him the knock off Spider-man by the way he swung from building to building using that damn tape of his and slowly (faster than any of his classmates) he began climbing the ranks after he joined Gang Orca’s Agency.
Besides joining a well known agency - the media seemed to want Hanta as well. Japanese designers and photographers fell in love with his tall lanky frame and broad shoulders, often asking him to model from time to time. He’d been featured in countless magazines for the past two years.
Kaminari had one of them pushed pinned into his bedroom wall. The act made the entire bakusqaud do the same. It made Denki laugh when he walked past it and made Sero flustered every time he came over.
So now their favorite tape swinging boy was a big hot shot and had the money to prove it - not that Hanta would ever flash his money. The idiot may be hot stuff right now but he was still the humble dork they went to high school with.
To say Denki was jealous was an understatement. Okay he wasn’t just jealous of Sero, all of his other friends seemed to be doing great things - Mina the Alien Queen herself had her own makeup line releasing soon and kicking ass working with Mirko’s agency, Kiri was Osaka’s sweetheart and don’t get him started on Bakugo who was the number three hero in America.
While he hadn’t even been able to break past the top 20 in Japan’s Hero Billboard Chart. Even with joining The Lurkers - an incredible opportunity that he had no absolute fucking idea on how he even got it - he still felt miles behind. Not even the encouraging words from Kamui Woods, who had taken a liking to him, had helped.
Still, he was happy for his friends even if they made him feel inferior..
“I’m here! I’m here!” A breathy voice says from behind them. Hanta was hunched over trying to catch his breath - his ring filled hands gripped his black dress shirt dramatically “Fuck I sprinted across town just to get here on time.”
“Speak of the devil!” Kiri says rising to his feet “It’s so good to see you bro!” The large man rose to his feet and pulled the raven haired hero into a bone crushing hug.
“Damn it Kiri, you’re fucking crushing my bones. Gang Orca will kill us both if you send me to the hospital and I can’t patrol tomorrow.” Hanta cracked a grin.
“Hey I haven’t seen my best friend in months I’m sure your boss would understand.” Kiri shrugged unapologetically, earning a deadpanned look from Hanta.
“New haircut Sero?” Kaminari asked, popping up next to Hanta oo-ing and ah-ing at the shaggy mullet cut the man was sporting.
Hanta’s face heated up and he nervously fiddled with the hoop that pierced his nose “Yeah. My agent says I have to keep up with my looks. I might stick with this though, you know?”
“Ooh his agent!” Kaminari gives a mocking gasp.
“We’re in the presence of a super model Kaminari, of course he’d have an agent.” Kiri joins in teasingly.
“Fuck off, you two are assholes. How the hell are you making me look forward to seeing Bakugo of all people? He’d be less annoying than the both of you.” Hanta groaned, flushing once again.
“You love us!” Kaminari swung an arm around the ravenette followed by Kiri.
Sero sighed and rolled his eyes “Yeah, yeah whatever. Now what all needs to be done?”
——
Soon Kaminari found himself sitting on white plastic chairs facing a flowered arch and a tearful All Might - how fucking cool it was that the former number one hero was officiating the wedding.
He had spotted familiar faces before he took his seat - Sato, Tokoyami, and Hawks sat in the row across from where he, Sero, and Kiri sat. Midoriya’s mother and Bakugo’s parents sat together in the front row.
Jirou and Momo stood off to the side of the altar, a guitar set in the earjack hero’s hands and Momo sitting by a piano - Jirou was set to sing during the ceremony.
Oijiro and Hagakure sat on his other side - he was happy to see the glowing couple. Hagakure’s flowing dress hugged against her small but round stomach.
Their pregnancy had been a surprise - to them and the entire fucking world because how the fuck did that even work?!
Kaminari probably shouldn’t be asking questions about things he didn’t want the answers for.
It didn’t take long for Jirou and Momo to begin playing and for the groomsmen to walk down the aisle as Jirou’s melodic voice filled the air.
Midoriya of course was shaking like a leaf once the men got settled in their positions. Bakugo rolled his eyes and placed a hand on the greenette’s shoulder leaning forward to mumble what Kaminari assumed to be comforting words into his ear. It looked like it pained Bakugo to do it.
Sero and Kaminari snickered at his obvious discomfort, earning a glare from the best man and an elbow to Sero’s gut from Kiri.
Kaminari was honestly impressed with how well dressed the men looked - he put money on it that Bakugo had something to do with it. The linen beige suits looked classy with the sage green dress shirts they wore underneath. He half expected them to wear full on green suits if Midoriya had his way.
Thank god for the fashionable best man.
It was downright foul seeing how pretty the groomsmen were. How the fuck was it legal to have Iida, Todoroki, Bakugo and Izuku in the same lineup?
“God when did Shoto get another glow up? He looks so hot.” Sero mumbled down to Kaminari who raised a brow in the taller man’s direction. There was a teasing glint in his amber eyes.
Sero’s cheeks flushed “Shut up. You know what I mean.”
“Sureeee. You’re totally drooling over Icyhot.” Kaminari dragged out. But it was true, Japan’s hottest hero, Shoto Todoroki looked good as hell from where he stood next to Bakugo, a bored expression on his face. His hair had grown out slightly, just enough to put into a small bun with stray hairs flying out.
His jawline was definitely sharper, cheekbones higher and he absolutely had another growth spurt. He wasn’t as tall as Iida, Hanta or Kiri but he was a good six foot.
‘God, if you can hear me, when is it my turn?’ Kaminari looked up at the cloudless sky.
The music changed indicating that it was time for the bride to walk and All Might spoke asking for the audience to rise. Kaminari looked around again, taking note of more people in the crowd. His eyes caught sight of familiar purple hair and grinned seeing none other than Hitoshi Shinsou standing next to Aizawa, Present Mic and little (not so little) Eri.
It was a shock (not really) when it was revealed that Hitoshi had been adopted by the underground hero and his husband. All of class A had grumbled as they handed a smug Todoroki $10 once the news broke out during graduation.
It appeared one of his conspiracies had been right for once.
Like their class, Shinsou didn’t change much, his hair was still wild, skin still pale and sickly, dark Eyebags still resided under his eyes as prominent as ever. But holy fuck if he didn’t look good as hell. Even from where he stood, Denki could tell Shinsou had bulked up and now towered over both Aizawa and Present Mic. The sight alone made his throat dry up,
Kaminari had once regarded Shinsou as a friend during their high school years, a good friend even, but lost contact with him after graduation and the man became an underground hero. Still, Kaminari wished they had kept in contact. He missed the cat loving idiot.
Okay maybe he had once viewed him as more than a friend but that's besides the point.
As if sensing Kaminari’s gaze Shinsou turned his attention away from the walking bridesmaids and locked eyes with Denki. His lips turned up and offered the blonde a small wave.
Feeling nervousness twisted in his stomach, Kaminari quickly shot his classic finger guns with a smile before returning his attention to the wedding.
“ What the absolute fuck was that?” He thought, feeling his face grow warm then looked up toward the sky again “ Hi God it’s me, remember the glow up I asked for two minutes ago? Yeah scratch that, just smite me instead.”
He was lucky too because Mina had just walked by with a bright smile, the light pink pastel dress unfortunately clashed with her skin but that didn’t seem to stop the woman from practically beaming with confidence as she walked by her friends.
After that he really didn’t pay much more attention, his thoughts were filled with amethyst eyes and small smiles.
——
“Do you think they realized they were staring at each other the entire ceremony?” Sero asked next to him with an amused smile on his face, his dark eyes watching their favorite redhead and blonde chat next to each other, very closely he might add, while the newlyweds shared their first dance.
Kaminari snorted and took a swig of his drink - thank you open bar “Nah. They were probably imagining their own fucking wedding.”
Sero let out a laugh taking a sip of his own drink “You’re right.”
“Sero, Sero, Sero!” Mina approached them with a wide smile “They’re going to start the dancing soon, please dance with me!”
Sero groaned, throwing his head back childishly “Come on Min, it’s embarrassing!”
“Embarrassing that you have hips like Shakira? No way my Latin king, you’re dancing with me!” She practically orders tugging on his arm just as the music changes to something more upbeat and more people join the dance floor.
Sero turned around begging Kaminari for help, the yellow haired man merely waved goodbye thinking he was safe from their pink haired friend “Don’t think I forgot about you Kami! Let’s go!” Mina whirled around grabbing Kaminari’s arm making the man yelp.
It was well past the speeches and toasts when Kaminari found himself back on the dance floor, a little more tipsy and a lot more sweaty. “Okay, I need a timeout.” Kaminari panted, stepping away from between Mina, Sero and Kiri. The three friends shrugged and continued dancing as if he hadn’t spoken.
‘Insatiable assholes’ he thought with a smile then returned to his table needing a drink.
He grinned seeing all of class 1A save for a few (Bakugo and Tokoyami) on the dance floor having the time of their lives. The music had turned rather dirty and it seemed like something electric was happening in the crowd. Definitely was a bad idea to mix alcohol and horny twenty something’s.
His jaw nearly dropped when he saw the newly weds dancing rather scandalously on the dance floor. Who knew Izuku could grind?
To top that, he watched Mina spin Sero into none other than Todoroki’s arms and the two began to dance, hips pressing into each other as Shoto rested his arms over Sero’s shoulders.
Now what the fuck was up with that?
“Is this seat taken?” A deep velvety voice asks from above him.
Kaminari nearly chokes on his sex on the beach at the sight of Shinsou. Holy fuck he looked so much better up close and that damn suit.
Now if he thought Shoto was unfairly pretty well Shinsou was way beyond that. How did someone make an all black suit look positively delicious? Kaminari refrained his eyes from unashamedly checking out the man he crushed on in high school “No man take a seat!”
Shinsou sat down in the chair next to Kaminari, his long legs brushing against his own “This is some party huh?” He asked, looking out into the crowd.
“It is.” Kaminari laughs “I blame it on the alcohol” he shook his half drunk cocktail teasingly, the ice clanking against the glass.
“I guess that could explain why Todoroki and Sero are on the dance floor practically having sex.” Shinsou dryly says with a hint of amusement as his eyes flickered to the dark haired man and the dual quirk user who seemed lost to the world, hips still grinding against each other, Shoto’s hands buried in Sero’s hair and lips barely brushing.
He was so going to give Hanta shit for this later.
“Oh yeah, sober Sero would be shitting his pants by now.” Kaminari replied following his gaze then returned it to the man in front of him “So how’s it been? I haven’t talked to you since like graduation dude! Where’d you disappear off to?”
Shinsou rubbed the back of his neck wincing apologetically “Yeah sorry about that. I didn’t mean to uh- ghost you - I sort of got pulled into the Underground gig, it doesn’t really give me much of a social life.”
Kaminari waved his hands “Don’t worry about it! I’m just glad the underground hero life is working so well for you!”
Shinsou’s nose scrunched up “It’s not all glamorous. Lots of night shifts, getting the shit beat out of me. Definitely doesn’t pay enough for me to move out of Dad’s place.” He paused, eyes widening in horror. “Shit, that’s embarrassing, pretend I didn’t just expose how lame I am.”
Kaminari threw his head back and laughed “Dude. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I still live with my parents too. It fucking sucks.”
Shinsou lifted his glass “Cheers to that.” The two men took a swig of their drinks, smiling at each other “So why didn’t you room with any of your friends? Or at least Sero, you two have always seemed close.”
Kaminari bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to admit that he didn’t want to live with his successful and rich best friend. It would sting just a little too much seeing that everyday.
Playing things off with a smile he shrugged “We’re all kinda doing our own thing now, Kiri is in Osaka, Bakugo is in New York, Mina lives with Tsu, and unless you live under a rock, you know how things are going for Sero.”
Shinsou’s lips tilted up “And how are things going for you? You talk a lot about your friends but I haven’t heard anything about yourself.”
Denki felt his cheeks heat up under Shinsou’s intense gaze “Oh you know, a few missions here and there with The Lurkers, trying not to fry my brain and keeping up with the latest Pokémon game. Nothing special here. Just boring me.” He laughed nervously “But really I am thinking about moving out of my parents place soon. I’ve been getting a little more publicity so I think I could afford to live on my own.”
Shinsou offered him a smile - well if you knew Shinsou that was really just the small tilt of those beautiful lips “Doesn’t sound boring to me.”
Kaminari could have sworn he felt his brain short circuit for a moment and played things off with a wave of his hands “Stop it man before you make me blush.” Too late for fucking that “You know.” He trailed off feeling somewhat courageous (it was definitely the alcohol that helped) “If you’re wanting to that is - I’ll probably need a roommate when I move out. It could be cool if uh - you and I maybe became roommates? If you don't, that's totally cool!”
Shit he said cool too many times.
“I may have to take you up on that. Give me some time to think about it?” Shinsou asks, his own cheeks tinted pink.
Denki nodded his head eagerly “Yeah yeah yeah totally dude. No pressure you know? Just wanted to put the offer out there.”
The purple haired man nodded his head appreciatively “Thanks Kaminari.”
The blonde couldn't help but offer a bright Sun-like smile “No problem, Shinsou.”
The rest of the night was just like that - all thoughts of dancing or alcohol were long forgotten, it was just the two of them together catching up on the past two years.
Kaminari didn’t want it to end and neither did his never ending racing heart.
“Give me your phone.” Shinsou states as they stood outside the gates of the Todoroki estate - the wedding long over and Kaminari had just said goodbye to his friends, hugging Kirishima tightly and attempting to hug a disgruntled Bakugo who would be leaving back to New York in the morning.
Kaminari passed the device to Shinsou, his brows furrowed in confusion. He watched nervously as Shinsou typed away on the screen.
With a small grin the taller man handed back the phone “I put my number in and sent a message to myself. I’ll text you later?”
If his heart wasn’t beating in overdrive earlier, it certainly was now “Uh yeah, yeah sure.” He couldn’t help the smile on his face. “It was good seeing you Shinsou.”
Shinsou stuffed his hands into the pant pockets, backing away slowly, his own smile beaming in the moonlight “You too Kaminari. See you around?”
“Yeah, see you.”
That night as Kaminari lay in bed, replaying the entire evening in his mind, his phone beeped indicating a text. Squinting from the harsh bright light of his phone, Kaminari read the message.
SHINSOU:
If the offer is still there, I’d like to take you up on being roommates.
Denki nearly dropped the device on his face as his eyes scanned the words over and over again.
Holy shit.
——-
September
Three weeks later Kaminari found himself standing in an empty two bedroom apartment with Shinsou by his side. “Holy fuckballs we did it!” Denki says still in disbelief that they had both managed to achieve this milestone.
Shinsou chuckled and nudged his shoulder with his own “Come on Sparky, you can gape at our new place later, we have boxes to bring in.”
“Right! Lead the way roomie!”