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Denki is wasted.
Like, white-girl wasted, totally shitfaced, mashed, plastered, three sheets to the wind. Whatever you want to call it.
He is absolutely drunk.
He doesn’t quite remember how he got to this state. He just remembers walking into the party and greeting a few people. Faces blurred together until Sero's familiar smile appeared, offering him a shot. The liquor burned down his throat, carrying a sharp taste of rubbing alcohol that lingered unpleasantly. One shot turned into another, each one drowning his senses further.
In his drunken state, he makes it to the dance floor. At first, he was dancing in a group, grinding his backside to Mina’s crotch and his crotch to Hanta’s backside. Somehow, they separate, and he continues dancing alone for a bit before a body fills the space behind him, warm, tall, broad. Denki instinctively leans back, humming in approval as strong hands settle on his waist and guide his hips into a seamless grind, perfectly in sync with the pulsing beat.
The dance floor gets more and more crowded. Mystery Man is now plastered to Denki’s backside. They’re both hot and sweaty with the additional bodies. He twists around to where they are both facing each other and throws his arms around the other man’s neck.
Holy shit, he’s hot.
And it’s not just Denki’s drunken mind talking—he’s pretty sure Sober Denki would be just as smitten. The guy is at least a head taller than him, with shoulders broad enough to rival Chris Evans. His hair is a striking silver, with long lashes that contrast against his deep tan skin. But what really draws Denki in is his mouth—a grin full of sharp teeth peeking from behind soft, plush lips. Definitely a jock, Denki thinks. And jocks are absolutely his type.
“Hey,” the man says in a low voice, breath tinged with beer. Denki decides on the spot to call him Hot Man™.
“Hi,” Denki whispers back.
Hot Man™ says something back, but Denki doesn’t catch it; his eyes are locked to his lips. Denki wonders what it would be like to just…
He leans forward until their lips are brushing against each other and peers up at the larger man through his lashes, hopefully making his best “fuck me” eyes.
He really wants to kiss this guy.
Hot Man™ licks his lips, and his eyes flit down to Denki’s.
Perfect.
Denki closes the space in between them and finally pushes his lips to the other’s. Hot Man™ groans into the kiss, and Denki grins when his hands tighten around his waist.
This is the best, Denki thinks. He tangles his hands in silver hair, pulling Hot Man™ closer to him. The rest of the people on the dance floor fade away, and Denki lets himself get lost in the feeling of plush lips against his and the press of Hot Man™'s frankly firm chest against his.
Even in the few seconds they’ve been going at it like this, Denki can fairly rank this kiss in his Top Three Kisses of All Time.
Hot Man™’s tongue swipes across Denki’s lips, and he allows the man to lick into his mouth. He moans when the man sucks on his tongue, and that’s when he pulls away.
Denki whines at the loss, and Hot Man™ looks down at him with wild eyes and messy hair, “Um, we should– we should go. I don’t think anyone signed up to watch us make out in the middle of the dance floor.” He says sheepishly, but he’s looking at Denki’s lips like he’s about to pull him back in.
“Nobody was complaining when we were grinding on each other." Denki mumbles, and Hot Man™ chokes.
“Um–”
“We can find a room, or–or even a bathroom.” Denki offers and Hot Man™ nods. “Great. Perfect.”
Denki grabs Hot Man™’s hand and drags him off the dance floor, looking for a possible empty bedroom or something where they can continue making out.
He comes across what he thinks is at least a bathroom and wiggles the door handle. It’s locked. He finds another door that miraculously is unlocked.
It’s a closet and it’s tiny, but it’s more than enough space for the two of them.
He yanks Hot Man™ inside and closes the door behind them. It doesn’t lock from the inside, and that’s too bad for the unfortunate soul who might walk in on them.
In an instant, they’re on each other again.
“Mmm, yes.” Denki moans, rubbing his hands across Hot Man™’s expansive chest and gripping his ridiculously firm biceps.
“You’re so– fuck . So pretty.” Hot Man™ mumbles in between kisses. “I don’t normally do this, you know—grind against random guys at parties. I swear.”
Denki giggles, “Really?” He peels off and starts leaving kisses down the other man’s neck, gasping when a thigh slips between his legs. “ Fuck. I don’t normally dry hump guys in coat closets. First time for everything.”
Hot Man™ exhales a choked laugh when Denki starts to suck a mark right under his jaw. Denki slips a hand under his shirt just to feel the abs that he knows are under there, and of course, it’s a tight t-shirt Hot Man™ is wearing.
“Ugh,” Denki groans. “Your body is so insane, it’s almost annoying. It’s like I’m making out with a Greek statue.”
Hot Man™ actually laughs at that and drops a kiss on Denki’s cheek before reaching around to grab his ass and pull him closer, “Trust me, your body is insane too. I almost came in my pants with the way you were grinding against me earlier.” Then he groans embarrassingly, “That was so not sexy, act like I didn’t just say that.”
Denki shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That was actually a huge turn-on.” Then he presses their lips together again.
“I was serious about– hah– not doing this normally. You’re just– fuck– different, I guess.”
Denki scoffs, “Sure, big guy.” He tries to kiss him again, but Hot Man™ moves back. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Y–you’re right. I’m–”
At that moment, the closet door swings open and Hot Man™ jumps.
“Fuck!” Denki swears.
“Denki?!” Hanta peers in, looking equally panicked and high. “ Shit, finally! I’ve been looking all over for you. We gotta go, man.”
“What? Man, no, I was just starting to have some fun.” Denki whines, still clinging to Hot Man™.
Hot Man™ looks awkwardly between the two of them, “Uhm.”
“No, man, sorry. We gotta go, for real. Mina is shitfaced, dude. She tried to fight some guy for bumping into her. It’s a whole thing, c'mon."
“But–”
“Denki, now.”
“Fineeee.” He grumbles, separating himself from Hot Man™. He adjusts himself very obviously, not caring if Hanta sees, since he’s the reason for this anyway. Plus, he’s definitely seen him in states worse than this.
Denki steps out of the closet, and Hot Man™ follows behind him, looking sheepish. He turns around and pulls him into one last heated kiss, “See you around, Handsome.”
Hot Man™ blushes, high on his cheeks, smiling a little, but Hanta tugs him away before he can say more.
He follows Hanta with a pout, “Dude, you totally owe me, he was super hot. Did you see how tall he was? I definitely wouldn’t be able to walk for at least two days if you didn’t interrupt us. You owe me.”
“I said I was sorry, geez, let’s go find Mina before Bakugo gets tired of waiting and abandons her, and she tries to start another fight. You have no idea how traumatizing it is to be minding your business, then hear, ‘So bitches can’t say excuse me now?’ ” Sero looks genuinely stressed.
Denki grumbles but doesn’t say anything afterward. They finally reach Mina, where Katsuki and Eijirou are standing with her in the kitchen, trying to get her to drink from a bottle of water.
“Thank you for staying with her, guys. We’re gonna head out now.”
Eijirou offers them a good-natured smile and a, “It was no problem!” and Katsuki just grunts.
Denki and Hanta lead Mina outside the house and out into the cool night weather.
Denki sighs wistfully as he thinks about what could’ve been.
Two weeks later, find Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu at the campus convenience store searching for toothpaste since he and Eijirou are about to run out. Once he’s got his toothpaste, he picks up a few more snacks because, why not, and has finally made a decision between cookie dough and cookies and cream ice cream (he chose cookies and cream, obviously) when he looks up and walks right into another person.
“Oh crap, I’m sorry!” He can’t really see who it is because he’s piled all his ‘groceries’ into his arms and is holding them up to his chest, and they stand a little shorter than that height.
“Aw, dude. That was a perfectly good bag of chips!” His victim says, in a familiar voice.
“My bad. Let me get you a new bag, on me–” He starts to say, before he finally sees who he almost ran over.
It’s Pretty Blond Guy from The Party.
“Hot Man™?” Pretty Blond Guy says, incredulously. “Holy shit. How’d you get here?”
“Um,” Tetsu says awkwardly, “I go here? Trademark? I don’t–”
“You can’t go here!”
“I… can’t?”
“No, you can’t. I’ve been looking for you for the past two weeks, and didn’t see you anywhere on campus. I thought maybe you went to another school or something?” Pretty Blond Guy squints at Tetstu, gaze critical. “Wait, you weren't avoiding me, were you?”
“What?” Tetsu asks, panicked. “No, no. I was looking for you. Well, as much as I could, but there’s a big game coming up and it’s kinda been a busy few weeks–Coach has really been on our asses–so I really have only been to practice, class, then back to practice. And my dorm to sleep.” He says sheepishly, “This is the only time I’ve had to restock the dorm. I’m sorry if I gave you another impression.”
Pretty Blond Guy blinks, then gives him a dazzling, beautiful smile (Tetsu’s poor heart is doing somersaults), “Oh, okay! Well, that’s way better than where my mind has been leading me for the past two weeks.”
Tetsu smiles back, “Yeah, it is. I was serious, then, y’know. About not normally making out with random people at parties. You were different.”
“ Aw , is that what you tell all the pretty girls, Hot Man™?” Pretty Blond Guy, twirls a lock of hair between his fingers.
“Well,” Tetsu grins, “Pretty guys too.”
Pretty Blond Guy laughs, head thrown back, and Tetsu swallows. Man, he really is pretty.
“So, Hot Man™, got a name? Or do I gotta keep calling you Hot Man™?”
“ Oh , oh yeah, Tetshutetsu Tetsutetsu.” Tetsu almost sticks a hand out before he remembers both arms are full. “You can call me Tetsu.”
“Well, Tetsu. I’m Denki Kaminari. You can call me Kami, Denki, Denks, any one is fine. I’m also not opposed to Gorgeous, Doll, Hot Stuff, Nice Ass, or anything complimentary like that, as it is accurate.”
“Okay, Kami. It’s nice to finally meet you. Would you allow me the pleasure of buying you a new bag of chips, then maybe going somewhere we can sit and talk?” He motions to the groceries in his arms. “These are getting kind of heavy.”
Denki nods, “I would love to. Is it possible we could exchange numbers, or do I have to wait another two weeks for that, too?”
Tetsu chuckles, “I’ll take you up on that. I’d invite you back to mine, but I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep before we’re able to make any meaningful conversation.”
Denki cocks his head cutely, “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
Tetsu grins, “Great.”