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Kaminari Denki
10:03AM
good morning 🌞
rise and shine 😎🌞
and please dont tell me that ur just bout to go to sleep rn…
You
10:06AM
I’m up since 8
Good morning
Kaminari Denki
10:14AM
PHEWWWW gewd 😮💨
aight… happy 1st anniversary 🫦💛
see u later 🫦💦
You
10:15AM
You reacted 😐 to: see u later 🫦💦
I can feel from miles away that you’re too excited to see me
Lol
Also, Happy 1st, Denki.
Kaminari Denki
10:18AM
Kaminari Denki reacted 😫 to: Also, Happy 1st, Denki.
OOOOHH first name basis
oh my god boy if u dont stop rn..
i think my bootyhole just clenched…
SEE U LATER 💛💜
Hitoshi’s eyes roll to his side. He watches Eri lying on her stomach on the couch with her feet swaying in the air happily as she watches Little Mermaid in her tablet for the…umptieeth time already and if it doesn’t get worse than that—she watches the recent live-action and the animated one alternately and—the Under the Sea rings in his ears for weeks now.
It’s so much worse than Eri’s phase with Frozen. Hitoshi tries his very best to drown the stupid little song with any Radiohead songs. He thinks it’s too dangerous. The other day he almost slipped a Little Mermaid OST lyric in front of Neito.
The thing is… it’s a goddamn Saturday. Aizawa should be here already. He should’ve been since last night. Hitoshi considers dialing child services over some pathetic reasons—he hasn’t informed Aizawa nor Eri about his date with Denki and he’s actually up since six in the morning—about to throw up overthinking about it. His mind goes into a warzone and he screams internally.
But—
But he thinks Eri will understand.
Hitoshi thinks Eri will not understand and it’s seven in the evening now. He hasn’t opened his mouth to speak about it. He deliberates more on picking up clothes to wear and the plan of breaking it up to Eri just buries in the back of his head mindlessly.
He thinks he’s the worst brother ever because he’s actually considering asking their neighbor to watch over Eri for some hours since the hot-pot date will just last a couple of hours. It’s just dinner.
But the fact that Denki eats too slowly because… apparently, out of available men and women around Hitoshi, he fell in love with a yapper so—obviously it’s not just going to take some hour.
Second, he's considering telling Eri the truth. Just tell her—and tell her to lock the doors, play Little Mermaid on loop until he comes home, and don’t answer any knocks. God, it sounds horrible already in Hitoshi’s mind. If anything bad happens, he’s going to be on top of the suspect list when the flyers goes around about a little girl missing—
Or maybe he’s just overthinking too much.
Or binged way too many true crime podcasts.
He considers inviting Denki over instead of eating at this…hot-pot that he’s been talking about for weeks. Buzzer goes red in Hitoshi’s mind. No. No. Not a great idea at all. It’s clear that Denki has been looking forward to this day and it has never been in Hitoshi’s plans to spoil his boyfriend’s fun. Not to mention, once Hitoshi slips and calls him by his first name, it’s hard to keep Denki behind the line, to keep his hands to himself.
And the thing is, dates with Denki, most of the time, goes south literally—where Hitoshi’s zipper literally goes south and the date ends up with his car getting fogged up.
And it’s already eight in the evening. He has to leave. He has to do something about it.
“Eri, I’ll be back at nine. I’m going on a date.” Hitoshi says and decides to play it cool by wearing his leather black jacket, ready to walk through the door and just escape his misery—
“Papa said I can come!” Eri says and Hitoshi cusses his legs when they lost their ability to walk because—
He turns around in annoyance. “You’re not coming on my fucking date—”
Eri goes with their date.
She explains that—apparently, Aizawa told her to come with his older brother if ever Hitoshi plans to go out without her.
Eri isn’t actually the little cherub that everyone thinks she is—not even close, not even a personification.
She’s way too far from being any of the heavenly beings up above.
To be fair, Hitoshi isn’t the type of guy who has a beef with a kid—no. He’s Eri’s older brother. He should know better. They’ve been together every time their Dad goes to work and comes home not very often because even though the old man Aizawa states he’s not workaholic—he is actively growing those dark circles by staying up late at the university.
So it’s understood that Eri thinks she’s not much of a Daddy’s girl but more of a Hitoshi’s girl. She’s very much behaved and takes up most of her personality from Hitoshi—yet she maintains being sweet. Just—
Just not tonight.
Hitoshi isn’t quite sure which is boiling faster—his blood or the broth in front of him. At the opposite side, the little Hell’s spawn decides to steal Hitoshi’s boyfriend. And it’s not in Hitoshi’s list to be brooding and sulking all night.
Denki tries to comfort him silently with a smile from the opposite seat because Eri nudges Denki every time his eyes pries away from her tablet. “Denki—Denki, look… Flounder!”
Denki’s eyes are quickly stolen from Hitoshi—and Hitoshi longs for it very soon—when he looks over at Eri’s tablet because the little girl is too persistent, tugging on Denki’s shirt repeatedly. “It’s you, Denki! Don’t be such a guppy, Flounder!” She recites in unison from the movie and Denki just laughs.
"Alright," Denki snickers some more and muffles them in his fist afterwards. "If I'm Flounder, and you're Ariel, then who's Nii-san?"
"Nii-san is Ursula because of his hair!" Eri enthusiastically replies way too fast.
With a jerk of his head in annoyance and disbelief, Denki sings with Eri and Hitoshi just—broods at the lonely seat while he swirls that thinly sliced beef around his chopsticks and dips it into the hot broth.
“This isn’t actually the plan.” He says.
“It actually is. Hot-pot is the plan,” Denki laughs then he covers Eri’s ears with his hands. “Or is there something else not family-friendly?”
Hitoshi scoffs and there’s the urge to rub his temples. There is no other plan, actually. It’s just eating over hot-pot and the thing is… bringing Eri isn’t one of them.
Then there’s a foot under the table that gently rubs against Hitoshi’s. Denki stares at him with a teasing smile when he simply leans back, hands no longer on Eri’s ears, extending his legs so he can rub Hitoshi’s ankle. Hitoshi can’t help but to muffle an upcoming snicker just from it. The way Denki knows him even if they’re a table apart (and it’s not even too far apart, Hitoshi is just being dramatic).
And—
And Hitoshi just wants to scoot over to Denki’s side, yeet Eri away from them, and bite his cheek because it’s looking more supple when he smiles like that than the shiitake mushroom in front of them. It’s probably the most PDA thought he can think of but now they’re just—having pathetic footsies under the table.
Under the goddamn food.
Long forgotten the food in front of them because Hitoshi playfully rubs Denki’s ankle in return. Denki slips a laugh from it and whines softly until he surrenders and it’s just Hitoshi who’s loving him underneath.
He can just eat Denki whole, if he’s honest.
Then there goes another painfully familiar song that Hitoshi doesn’t notice being sung by Eri while they’re having footsies under the table.
“Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my. Look like the boy too shy, ain’t gonna kiss the—”
Hitoshi’s face just falls on his palm in second-hand embarrassment at how loud and shameless Eri is.
“Get in the car.” Hitoshi says as the three of them exits the hot-pot place while he’s hand-in-hand with Denki.
“Papa says I should stay with you.” Eri cutely argues and Hitoshi just—
Let’s say he can actually beat Katsuki for the first time because his patience is running too thin and too fast. So he crouches a little, “Get in the goddamn car and wait for me, okay?” He hisses and Eri huffs in reply.
She goes to the car as soon as it beeps open.
Denki huffs with a smile and squeezes his hand gently. “Phew, tough Dad-vibes over there.”
Hitoshi sighs and rubs the middle of his eyebrows to prevent them from meeting halfway. Then he turns to Denki. “I’m sorry about that. Aizawa’s supposed to come home last night. I told her at the last minute and the next thing I knew, she’s in the car already.”
Hitoshi rambles with his nape being rubbed softly. It’s one of his reflexes when he’s shy. Denki watches him go through it with a smile. “No need to apologize over it, ‘toshi. I’m glad I met Eri and if anything, she made hot-pot more fun.”
His brows crinkle once more. “You’re saying I’m not fun when we’re just alone?” Hitoshi says and decides to play it cool.
Denki shakes his head way too quickly. “No! Of course not—you know being with you makes my day.”
And Hitoshi thinks the sun has set long ago but—Denki just shines under the hideous fluorescence outside the establishment above them. So with their hands clasped together in a firm sweetest hold, Hitoshi wraps his arm around Denki’s waist and kisses him with their bodies pressed against each other.
There’s this… strong urge and instinct to just take him home every time they kiss because even though Hitoshi argues that Denki is more blatant with his raging hormones—Hitoshi is a terrible one too.
“If you’re free tomorrow, we can do this again.” Hitoshi whispers and Denki hums in thought. “I just have to… take that little Demon home tonight.”
“We’ll talk it over tonight on the phone,” Denki decides and cups his cheek. It’s all warm—much warmer than a hot-pot could offer. “You being a big brother is so hot, did I tell you that?”
It’s Hitoshi’s turn to laugh. “You didn’t.”
“Well, I have to tell you that more often.” Denki smiles.
The little shit—only for tonight and only Hitoshi can call his little sister that, Eri, manages to piss him even more before she dozes off in his car on their way home.
Eri
11:03PM
Papa!
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hitoshi nii-san took me out for dinner tonight <3 ^^
i ate a lot!
Aizawa
11:30PM
Aizawa replied to Eri: [hitoshi-and-denki-making-out.jpeg] What the hell Hitoshi.
Aizawa replied to Eri: [hitoshi-eating-denkis-face-questionably-aggressively.mov] Aizawa mentioned You: You brought Eri to your date?
Late at night?
You’re well-aware that it’s way past her bedtime, aren’t you?
You
12:31AM
You reacted 🖕 to Eri: hitoshi nii-san took me out for dinner tonight <3