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“Don’t make any plans for tonight, okay?”
Hanta only raised an eyebrow when Denki said it because, well, they live in high security hero school dorms. What kind of plans was he supposed to make?
But then twelve long hours passed with Denki refusing to give him an explanation, and it’s not like Hanta was dying to know, but by noon, he had to call himself a little bit curious.
And then Denki being Denki only made it worse by wiggling his eyebrows at him from across the room like he was going to blow his mind and saying things like you're never going to believe it without giving any context clues as to what it was.
Frightening.
Absolutely frightening.
All Denki said was that he would have to wait until after lights out, or they would have to wait until tomorrow, which Denki didn’t want to do, but to be fair, if Hanta had to wait all day and night just to find out what the hell Denki is up to, he wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.
So here Hanta is just at the edge of curfew, freshly showered and ready for bed and/or disaster.
It’s not a puppy, is it?
God, what if it’s a puppy? Aizawa would kill them.
A few minutes later, Hanta hears what is formally known as The Knock, a five rap pattern that they use to tell each other it’s them and not one of their other classmates or teachers. It was Denki’s idea, and Hanta just kind of went along with it, but he’ll admit getting to open his door without having to see who it is or pretend he’s not in here for nothing is kind of nice.
He walks to the door and opens it just enough for Denki to slip in as conspicuously as possible, raising his knees with every step like that’s supposed to make him sneakier somehow.
He’s in his pajamas, which Hanta takes to mean he’ll have company all night, which is cool. A hammock isn’t the best bed for two people to sleep on because they always wake up squished together in the middle, but the height difference makes it easier. Denki kind of curls up in his arms like a big yellow housecat, but it works.
And then upon a second glance he notices Denki is supporting a weird bulky lump beneath his shirt, one that makes him look like he just swallowed a large goat whole.
“What’s that?”
“Oh right,” Denki says before wiggling to get it out. “Contraband.”
It’s his backpack, which answers one question and simultaneously gives Hanta a hundred more. He unzips his bag and pulls out a laptop, which only answers one of those new questions, but again, leaves him with about a dozen more.
What the hell is he up to?
“That’s not contraband,” Hanta says.
“Okay, yeah, not technically, but if Iida saw me coming here with a computer and stuff, I didn’t want him to have to put on his presidential face and tell me to go to my own room or something.”
Alright, that makes sense.
“Got it.”
“Okay, okay, okay, sit down,” Denki says. “If I have to wait any longer, I’m gonna burst into flames.”
“Then why didn’t you just tell me,” he complains.
“Because it’s more fun this way,” he says. “I like surprises.”
“I don’t know if I do…”
“You will, I promise,” he says. “Go sit.”
Hanta isn’t sure about this, but if it means he’ll finally get to find out what Denki’s been up to all day, he’ll go along with it. He warily climbs onto the hammock, and Denki’s smile widens.
He approaches like he means to climb up with him, but with a moment’s consideration, he changes his mind and sits on the floor instead.
Hanta gets up and sits down with him, and Denki turns so they’re side by side with the computer in his lap.
“So what is it?”
Denki opens a program hidden among his clusterfuck of unlabeled folders and miscellaneous essay drafts, and before he can make a joke about his home screen, the image changes to a familiar green and orange logo with a dark starry background, and soon he hears an even more familiar guitar riff.
His eyes widen in shock.
No fucking way.
“What?”
“Guess what I got,” he says, biting back a smile.
“Is that Battle Toads Double Dragon?!”
Denki nods excitedly. “It sure is!”
“Is this the game, or is it, like, a screensaver?”
“Oh no worries, it’s the whole game,” he says. “It’s kind of crunchy, but I mean, I guess that makes sense for the year.”
“Does it work?”
“It better,” Denki says.
Hanta can’t believe this.
This was a game he played with his cousins when he was a kid. None of them ever beat it because it was hard as shit, but it was fun, and ever since he moved in here to the dorms, he’s found himself missing his family a little more than usual.
Denki heard him humming the soundtrack, and when he asked him about it, Hanta was kind of embarrassed both for the humming and the meaning behind it, but people get game songs stuck in their head all the time, right? He just kind of assumed Denki wouldn’t have thought that much about it. No one would have.
Seeing the title screen again kind of puts a new, unfamiliar knot in his chest.
“How did you get this,” he says in awe. “Denki, what the hell.”
“Okay, you know how Midoriya is, like, really good at finding collectibles and shit? Well I, uhhh, sorry to spread your personal stuff all over, but when I first asked him if he could help me find it, he was like ‘oh, sure, no problem’, but in that way where you, like, know they're going to forget all about it in three to five business days, so I kind of had to slip in a little backstory with it just to make sure he knew this was, like, life or death, and when I told him, his eyes did that thing where they leak all over the place.”
“You mean he cried,” Hanta says.
“Yeah, he cried a little, and then he found a website that sells, like, PC versions of old games and controllers with adapters and stuff, and I think I got the right ones, but honestly I may have fucked that part up.”
“Holy shit,” he says. “How much did you pay for all of this?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he says dismissively. “So I was thinking maybe you could show me how it works? I mean, we can bust it out on the big TV tomorrow maybe, but I thought it would be cool if it was just us the first time, you know? Just you and me. And I’m totally gonna suck at it, but you said you sucked at it, so that’s probably fine.”
Hanta can only stare at him in shock.
He told him about it one time, and Denki just… got it for him? To play together? Just like that?
Denki’s smile drops.
“Oh shit, I totally over-hyped this, huh,” Denki says. “Oh god, yeah, this’s gotta be a huge disappointment because I–.”
Hanta surges towards him, almost knocking the computer off of his lap as he presses a rushed, impulsive kiss to his lips.
He’s not sure why he did it. That’s not a thing they do, and that’s not a thing he just goes around doing to people in general, but he had to kiss him. He just couldn’t help himself.
He kind of expects Denki to freak out because that’s the only normal reaction a person could have when their best friend surprise kisses them, so when Denki kisses him back, it almost doesn’t feel real.
And he kisses him back a lot.
Oh man.
Hanta takes his face in his hands, tilting his head slightly for room, and Denki makes a small, pleased noise.
Oh this is the best.
They should do this all the time.
Soft, careful pecks give in to a chest tightening, brain scrambling kind of kiss that has him barely able to catch his breath, and it’s so good he almost forgets the purpose of the laptop between them.
Holy shit, Denki is the best.
And then it hits him that he’s making out with his best friend, and maybe he shouldn’t just go and do that without more of a green light.
He pulls away with a gasp, slightly dazed from the head rush, and Denki blinks his eyes open, a little out of it too.
He looks at Hanta with raised eyebrows, but he doesn’t look angry.
“What was that for?”
“I don’t know,” he says with an awkward laugh. “Just kind’ve felt like I had to.”
“Nice,” he smiles, his cheeks nice and flushed.
Hanta sees the shimmer of electricity around his ears and wavers a bit trying to point them out as politely as possible. “Hey, Denks, you’re, uhh, sparking.”
“Oh shit,” he says with a slight jolt. “Sorry!”
Denki takes a minute to get his quirk back under control, and Hanta casually reaches towards his own elbows to make sure nothing slipped out. Nope, he’s good.
“Okay,” Denki smiles. “Am I still buzzy?”
Oh fuck, he’s cute.
But he’s always been cute, hasn’t he?
“No, you’re good.”
“Sweet,” he says. “So then should we–?”
Hanta kisses him again because he just can’t help himself, and this time he has the mind to move the computer out of the way so one of them doesn’t send it flying.
The game can wait a few minutes. This cannot.
“Sorry,” he manages.
“No, this is good, I’m into it.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Denki hums encouragingly against his mouth as he reaches for his arms.
Alright. Kissing Denki is a thing he does now. He’s made up his mind.
As long as Denki’s cool with it, he doesn’t see why not.
Denki pulls away slightly and smiles at him.
“So does this make me your sugar daddy?”
“No,” Hanta laughs.
“I mean it kind of does…”
“No.”
“Glucose guardian?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Fructose financier?”
“Denki, please.”
Denki laughs and wraps his arms around his neck, pressing his lips to his in the warmest way possible, and he thinks yes, this is what he wants to do now.
He just has to.
He can’t help himself.