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Denki Kaminari has added Hitoshi Shinsou and Y/n L/n to the group.
Denki Kaminari changed their name to pikachu
Denki Kaminari changed Hitoshi Shinsou’s name to hey emo boy
Denki Kaminari changed Y/n L/n’s name to bubblegum bitch
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bubblegum bitch: I wanna be mad, but that’s a great fucking song
hey emo boy: this one isn’t
pikachu: hey, hey, hey, emo boy
hey emo boy: i hate you
bubblegum bitch: Have either of you seen my phone charger?
pikachu: did i forget to give it back?
bubblegum bitch: No, you gave it back, but I can’t remember where I put it afterwards.
hey emo boy: It’s on the common room table
hey emo boy: I’ll bring it to you.
bubblegum bitch: I can come get it
hey emo boy: dad asked me to bring you something anyway
pikachu: ooh what did dadzawa give you?
hey emo boy: just a form he needs Y/n to fill out
bubblegum bitch: what form?
bubblegum bitch: oh wait i remember
bubblegum bitch: i have to fill out a form for a new uniform (skirt/pants)
pikachu: what happened to the one you have now?
bubblegum bitch: i was in a rush while doing my laundry and messed up the washer settings, and some of my clothes shrunk. The shirt and blazer were both a bit big from the start, so they’re fine, but my (skirt/pants) were already on the verge of being too small when I got it
bubblegum bitch: did he say how long it would take for the new one to get here?
hey emo boy: depending on what adjustments need to be made, it could take up to three days
bubblegum bitch: that means i’ll have to find another solution for school tomorrow
pikachu: did you see if any of the others had an extra you could borrow?
bubblegum bitch: I didn’t want to bother them
hey emo boy: i’m at your door
pikachu: i could lend you my spare pants?
bubblegum bitch: I’m coming Toshi.
bubblegum bitch: Would you really not mind?
pikachu: what are friends for?
bubblegum bitch: to share trauma with
pikachu: and?
hey emo boy: to avoid the existential dread of being alone?
pikachu: i can’t with you two sometimes
pikachu: i was going for ‘being there for each other’
bubblegum bitch: oh. that too.
pikachu: can you guys tone down the emo for one day
hey emo boy: i’m sorry who made this my name?
pikachu: i have no idea what you’re talking about
bubblegum bitch: do i need to screenshot the beginning of this chat?
pikachu deleted 4 messages
pikachu: what beginning?
bubblegum bitch: i got the screenshot
pikachu: what?! how?!
bubblegum bitch: sucks to suck
pikachu: actually it doesn’t
hey emo boy: what the fuck denki
bubblegum bitch: i don’t need to know what you two get up to
pikachu: but it’s really interesting!
bubblegum bitch: kindly keep your exhibitionism to yourself before your boyfriend has a panic attack in my room
pikachu: aw toshi, there’s no need to be embarrassed. Y/n has heard way worse from mina
bubblegum bitch: gods don’t remind me
bubblegum bitch: i couldn’t look Jirou in the eye for a week after that
hey emo boy: it was that bad?
bubblegum bitch: i can never unhear that conversation
pikachu: if it helps, mina couldn’t look you in the eye for almost a month afterwards
bubblegum bitch: it doesn’t help
bubblegum bitch: that shit will haunt me until the day i die
pikachu: on a different note, can you help me with my english homework?
hey emo boy: i’m helping them with math right now
pikachu: that’s cool. I don’t mind waiting
bubblegum bitch: door’s unlocked
pikachu: be there in a minute.
“Can you two stop sucking each other's faces and help me with this equation?”
Denki broke away from Hitoshi with a smirk. “Or you could just join us?”
You gave him the flattest look you could muster. “Haha. If you could spare your boyfriend for a moment so I don’t bomb this class, that would be appreciated.”
Hitoshi swatted Denki on the head for his comment, ignoring the man’s pout as he climbed off the bed. He leaned over the back of your desk chair to scan the equation you pointed at. After a second, he pointed to one of the numbers. “You forgot to divide this by the number you got for X.”
“Wait, I thought you divided this one by X?” You mumbled, eyebrows furrowing in visible confusion.
Denki thought it was cute. He blinked. Cute? You?
He shook his head. It was just a passing thought. People called their friends cute all the time. No need to freak out over it.
“That would be true if you were solving for Y, but you’re solving for Z right now.” Hitoshi clarified for you, taking your pencil briefly to correct your work. “If you plug your previous answer into the equation, you can see that the totals don’t match up, but if you do it the way I did, the numbers equal each other. See?” He turned the paper back to you, and watched as your mouth formed a small ‘o’.
“Okay, that makes sense and all, but what about…”
Denki zoned out of the actual discussion as he watched the two of you talk. His boyfriend normally hated being too close to people, but Denki noticed how Hitoshi found it quite easy to be near you. He had no problem leaning around you to write on your notebook, nor did he tense up when you patted him on the back and thanked him for the help. It was sweet.
When Denki first became friends with Hitoshi, he had worried that the two of you wouldn’t get along. It would’ve sucked if he’d been forced to choose between his best friend and a potential new one. However, his worries were quickly put to rest. You and Hitoshi shared the common ground of having quirks that others had labeled as ‘villainous’, and you had openly defended Hitoshi when a Class C student had called him a monster.
Denki had almost felt bad for the guy with the way you ripped into him without hesitation. The fact that you had done so with cold, hard logic only made your words hit even harder. The kid had even come up to Hitoshi and Denki the next day just to apologize to Hitoshi, and they later found out the kid had also gone and apologized to you as well. No one in Class C messed with Hitoshi after that. In fact, they even began to warm up to him. That in itself had been enough for Hitoshi to be willing to give you a chance, and the two of you had hit it off almost immediately afterwards.
Denki smiled to himself at the memories the three of you had shared over the past two years of high school. He was excited to see what this last year would bring with it.
You glanced up at Hitoshi and let out a startled laugh. “You’ve got static in your hair.”
Denki grinned playfully. “What can I say? My kiss is electric.”
You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, combing your fingers through Hitoshi’s violet locks, allowing your quirk to absorb the excess electricity. It suddenly crossed Denki’s mind that you would only have to tug Hitoshi forward a bit for your lips to connect.
His heart sped up rapidly. He didn’t know what was more startling, the fact that you kissing his boyfriend had crossed his mind or the fact that the thought didn’t bother him the way it should. In fact, he could almost picture you pulling Hitoshi into a soft kiss as thanks for the help, and of course, Denki would complain that he hadn’t gotten one, to which you would, no doubt, roll your eyes before beckoning him over to receive one as well.
Heat rushed to Denki’s cheeks at the thought, but they quickly paled when it hit him what he had just been imagining.
Friends don’t think about kissing each other. A friend doesn’t imagine their significant other with their best friend. Friends sure as hell don’t like the idea.
If his feelings weren’t just friendly, what the hell were they?
Hitoshi had heard some crazy things come out of his boyfriend’s mouth, but this had to be the craziest. He had been sitting on Denki’s bed for the last ten minutes, listening in stunned silence as Denki paced back and forth trying to explain that he might have more-than-friendly feelings for you.
“I mean, I love you, Toshi, I swear, but then I started thinking about the two of you kissing, and then I started thinking about me and them kissing, and I didn’t hate it. I actually really liked it, and that’s so fucked up, right? I mean, how can I-”
“Stop.”
Denki’s mouth snapped shut, and he froze. “You’re mad.”
“No.” Hitoshi sighed. “I’m just…fuck, surprised, I guess?”
Denki fidgeted with his fingers, glancing nervously at his boyfriend. “What do you think?”
“I…don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”
“Then, think about it.” Denki encouraged him. “That’s how I figured it out.”
Hitoshi was drawing a blank. “How am I supposed to do this?!” He hissed irritably after a few minutes of nothing.
“Okay okay, let’s try this.” Denki suggested. “Close your eyes.”
Hitoshi did as he was asked.
“Imagine Y/n’s face. Picture it in your mind.”
Hitoshi imagined you were standing in front of him. He focused on your face. Your (e/c) eyes. Your (h/c) hair. The sparse freckles on your cheeks. The curve of your lips.
“Now think of their hands, what they would feel like on your cheeks.”
Long, thin fingers that were always a little cold. The drag of calloused palms over his cheeks.
“Now, picture them leaning in. They get closer and closer until your noses brush, and they stop. Y/n just stays there for a minute, and they smile. The same way they smile when they’ve trapped their opponent. You know the one I’m talking about.”
Hitoshi did know. That smile that verged on a smirk and made your eyes gleam devilishly. The smile that said, ‘You’re right where I want you’.
Hitoshi imagined it, pictured it tugging at your lips as your nose brushed his. He could almost hear you whispering his name.
What’s the matter, Toshi? Cat got your tongue?”
His breath hitched, scarlet heat creeping along his cheeks. He opened his eyes, blinking at Denki, who had, at some point, crouched in front of him. “...I think I get it.” He admitted vaguely, but Denki understood.
“So, it’s not just me?”
Hitoshi shook his head instead of answering.
“What do we do now?” The blonde asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Should we do something? It’s probably just a passing crush.” Hitoshi countered rationally.
“But what if it isn’t?”
Hitoshi wished he had an answer to that.