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Denki practically kicked Kyouka’s door open. For the second time this week. Fucking hell.
“What do you want, you insufferable bitch,” Kyouka spat, throwing the book she was reading for English class in his general direction. Used to always getting insulted by his friends, Denki beamed, catching the book easily with his hand.
“We have a problem!” He said, rather too brightly.
“Let me guess, you caused it?” Kyouka asked pointedly. Her earphone jack snaked across her room to pick up the book; admittedly, she’d much rather get involved in her best friend’s antics than read this stupid novel for English class. Present Mic was an odd dude, but god his taste in books were concerningly boring in contrast.
“Okay, I worded that weirdly. I have a problem.”
Kyouka rolled her eyes. “I swear dude, if this about your stupid gay crush on Hitoshi, don’t ask me for advice. I’m just as hopeless as you when it comes to being gay.”
Denki snickered a little at that. Most of the times the two spent time alone, it was to either talk about their stupid crushes or to watch a pre-quirk era superhero movie Denki had discovered. He had heard a fair share of Kyouka pining for none other than the vice president of Class 1A.
“Nah, this is about someone else.”
“Oh shit?” Kyouka perked up at that. Denki either had a new crush, or had accidentally pissed off someone. She truly wished it was neither, but knowing how the dude seemed to possess a solid two and a half brain cells, he had probably managed to do both.
“How the fuck did you befriend Katsuki?”
Kyouka was a little taken aback by his question. Sure, she was close enough with Katsuki, but she always thought that Denki was closer to him. “Aren’t you guys closer than he and I are?”
“I mean,” Denki paced a little, closing the door behind him, “I guess? Bro, I don’t know. I just pissed him off and he hasn’t talked to me in a week and you guys always seem to work it out in an hour when you argue. So like-”
“Oh yea, that’s just because I’m just a chiller person than you.” It wasn’t too far from the truth. “You were probably overwhelming him and begging him to forgive you. He just gets more pissed off when you do that.”
“Huh.”
“Yea. Just say ‘Oh yea, I fucked up. Sorry’ and he’ll just forget why he was mad in the first place in like … two hours. Always works for me.”
Her mattress creaked as Denki flopped down onto the bed next to her. His electric-yellow hair splayed out on her blankets, and pleading eyes shining in her direction.
“ What do you want.”
“How did you and Blasty become friends in the first place? Like you two seem … more comfortable around each other? He’s actually quiet around you.”
Kyouka thought back to the first time she and Katsuki had crossed paths. It was probably after the whole summer camp ordeal had gone down, and the class was moved into the dorms. Everyone was struggling with nightmares, Katsuki especially. Kyouka was just… confused. She had spent days in a poison-induced coma and didn’t really know what the fuck was going on.
The living room light flickered on, and Kyouka paused, craning her neck to see who had come down from her position on the couch. Her legs were crossed in an odd way, and she had been scribbling down lyrics for the past few hours.
“Jeez Ears, you’re gonna go blind if you don’t turn the damn lights on.” Katsuki shuffled into the living room and flopped down onto the couch opposite of her. Kyouka stared at him; he looked a little shaky, and could hear the small pops that came from his crackling palms, the way his heartbeat was abnormally high.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping at this hour?”
“Well, yea. But I’m not.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Sure, it was 2 am, but still. This was Katsuki.
A beat of silence. Two. Three.
A soft, almost relieved sigh, still laced with a hint of distaste. “You’re not gonna ask why? Why I look like a mess? Like everyone else?”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because- because everyone has been asking if I’m okay, and of-fucking-course I’m not, but it’s fucking annoying.” She nodded slightly. Everyone had grown increasingly concerned for Katsuki after … whatever had gone down. Katsuki didn’t like that overwhelming presence of worry from his peers; she could tell that all of the attention was doing nothing but amplifying the feelings and memories he had experienced. The class meant well, though.
Kyouka shut her notebook and set it down on the coffee table in front of her. “Look, I don’t exactly know what went down while I was in a fucking coma, but I don’t need to know. If you want to talk, I can listen. But I won’t ask someone to tell a story they don’t want to.”
“Huh.”
The two were complicated, but they shared a love for quiet. Katsuki might be the loudest person in their class, if not their whole school, but he had a love for peace and quiet. He despised when people excessively worried for him, even though he knew they meant well. He just wanted to … forget about some things for a while. And Kyouka didn’t mind being out of the loop sometimes. Even though her quirk basically made her overhear anything and everything that happened in her class, she never tried to pry or dig deep into someone’s worries if not necessary.
The two worked well like that.
“So, how are you gonna solve this little problem of yours?” Kyouka inquired.
“I guess,” Denki tapped his chin, “I’ll just be less, in his face for now. Let it blow over?”
Kyouka shrugged, going back to reading her book.