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Jirou was sitting on the couch strumming her guitar softly while everyone was in the kitchen laughing making food, cookies, eating, etcetera. She was just listening and laughing sometimes. She enjoyed hearing them, without being forced to say anything. Of course she chimed in from the couch too in conversation. Any time she said any jokes it would have at least one person laughing. Denki Kaminari. Her best guy friend. Maybe her best friend in total but she’d never admit it to him. His ego was too high already.
“Don’t judge me for getting you a huge gift!” Denki yelled at Mina, he would have yelled at Bakugo too but the angry blonde™ had gone to bed about twenty minutes ago. “I thought it would be funny!! Plus I’m the coolest one here anyway so you don’t care that it took twenty minutes to get me out of that doorway.
“Yeah, it’s almost as if your ego is the reason you got stuck in the doorway earlier.” Jirou muttered the joke almost under her breath, just loud enough
The laughter erupted from the table as Jirou smirked, her face hidden by the couch but she could tell his laughter was mixed in with the group’s.
“She got you GOOD Kami!” Kirishima’s voice echoed.
The plates were being gathered as a few of the students came to sit on the couch to watch something on their tv, Jirou didn’t care enough to ask what. She stood up.
“I’m probably headed to bed, it’s like 8:30.”
There was a chorus of groans. “Whyyyy I don’t wanna go to bed!” Mina groaned and flopped down onto the couch on top of Tsu.
“You don’t have to yet, but I am.” Jirou deadpanned, but was smiling all the same.
“I probably will too.” Denki said, looking at his phone. “I know I am gonna doomscroll for like an hour so I might as well get to it.”
Jirou stifled a laugh but he heard it.
“Oh? Jirou thinks I’m funny?”
Jirou rolled her eyes without answering and headed up the stairs, Denki trailing behind her like a puppy.
“Wanna hang out in my room?” Denki’s voice floated from behind Jirou.
“Why?” It was more a question of ‘why would I want to do that’ rather than ‘why are you asking me’, but Denki decided to answer both questions at the same time.
“Cause we’re best friends.”
Jirou felt like Denki had activated his quirk on her, she stopped mid-step, causing him to bump into her, almost toppling the girl. The only reason she didn’t fall flat on her face is because Denki grabbed her by the waist.
“Whoa! Don’t fall over!” He said, turning her around to face him in the hallway, his hands still on her hips. “Are you okay?” Denki was inspecting her legs for feet for any reason she stopped before he glanced up at her face, which was beet red.
Denki’s face went red too. “What?”
Jirou couldn’t tell if she was flushed by his admission of their friendship or the feel of his hands perfectly slotted into her waist.
She tried to convince herself it was the former. “We’re best friends…” Jirou echoed his sentiment, her headphone jack moving to her mouth for her to bite on nervously.
“Well duh!” Denki smiled, and took his hands off her hips (that he didn’t realize he had still been holding) and put them on his own.
Jirou shook herself out of the trance she had felt like she had been in. "Yeah alright. But my room, not yours. If mine's been messy for a while because of the chaos I don't even wanna imagine how messy yours is."
Denki laughed, his head thrown back with a huge smile. It made Jirou's heart do a little flip. But his smiles had always made her heart skip beats, so there wasn't anything new about that.
Jirou opened her door and took a moment to pick up a few of the clothes on the floor with her foot and expertly toss them into her laundry basket. "Mi casa es su casa I guess." She said, gesturing to her room.
"I forgot how nice it smells in here compared to Kirishima's room." Denki paused before continuing- "Oddly enough it smells like caramel in Bakugo's room.
"That would be the nitroglycerin." Jirou pointed out, toying with her earphone jack in her hand.
"Ah." Was the only response that Jirou got from him, as he flopped onto her bed.
She smiled at the way he was spread, his legs dangling off the bed his back flat against the soft cushioning. She could imagine how it would feel to be next to him, comfortable, in her bed with her... best friend.... She quickly made a decision.
"Scooch out of the way. I'm hopping on." She said, and he quickly moved his arm so she could flop down too.
She let her back hit the bed as she giggled. "Man I haven't done that in forever it feels like."
"Really?" He said sitting up- "I do that all the time dude."
She just raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that how your bed always ends up not being made?"
He grinned, his sharp toothed grin that meant he was about to tease her. "How would you know what my bed looks like?" He put his legs on the bed, sitting criss cross facing her.
His smirk ever apparent made her stutter her response: "I- uh Iida always gets after you for it." She didn't sit up, but still shifted her feet onto the bed, which meant her legs were touching his.
He might have softly gasped, but Jirou couldn't hear it over the way her heart was beating. Gosh this was crazy, just being close to him made her heart race. Okay maybe it was the flirtatious teasing too but that wasn't her point.
"Oh yeah I guess he does do that huh..." He scooted back onto the bed in a more comfortable lounging position.
"Do you wanna play videogames?" Jirou asked, pulling out a controller and a small console.
"You should know by now I do." He smirked.
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A few hours of playing had proved that Jirou was still better than him in all the games that she owned, and he was tempted to go get a game from his room to be able to win because she was bashing him. He was sweaty from his effort.
PLAYER 2 LOSE!! A whoop came out of her mouth. Denki growled and reached to grab her controller from her. She leaned back onto her pillow, her hands in the air, holding the controller up. They both were laughing as they were fighting for the controller, Denki climbed over her as she kept it out of his reach. She poked his side with her earphone jack to get him away but all it did was make him lean into her more, still reaching for the controller.
She went red as she felt his body leaned into her, and she froze, letting him grab the controller.
”Ha!” He exclaimed joyfully shaking it at her.
He looked at her confusedly, wondering why she stopped fighting all of a sudden, before he realized his body was pressed against hers. He immediately jumped back, as if the proximity between the two had scorched him.
Denki was about to flop back down as Jirou sat back up, her hoodie obviously getting too warm for her, her face was burning red again. She grabbed her sleeves and started pulling off the sweater, before Denki grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?" His face was bright red.
She looked confused. "Taking off my sweater? It’s warm.” She looked at him and quickly added; “I have a shirt underneath."
His face was warm. "Yeah but like, it's still awkward."
She looked at him, completely blank faced. "If you find it weird, look away." She pulled the sweatshirt off of her, and Denki, despite his thinking it odd, didn't look away in awkwardness, but saw her shirt underneath slightly pull up and he pulled it down over her exposed skin, his face extremely warm.
As she pulled the sweatshirt off her head she saw him covering his red face with his arms while still holding her shirt down for her. Her smile grew before she could even tell it to. She made him lean up by grabbing his chin.
He gasped as she did it, and she didn't realize how romantic the gesture had been until he flushed redder, which she didn't think he could do considering the amount of blood that was already in his face.
"Sorry! I just wanted to-" she stopped mid sentence because of the look on his face. He was almost all of a sudden filled with a desire, and she could tell. She could see the look in his eyes that made her want to explode. Or maybe, just maybe, she wanted to kiss him.
They both looked in each other’s eyes, slowly getting closer together. They felt each other’s breath on their lips, eyes fluttering shut.
“Hey Ji-“ Momo’s voice rang out from the doorway, attracting the attention of both teenagers inside the room, causing them to jolt apart, much too late as they heard Momo’s squeal of delight.
“Momo wait!” Jirou jumped up from the bed, reaching out to stop her, but she had already sprinted away excitedly.
Denki was frozen, sitting on the bed feeling full of electricity, but a different kind than his quirk. If Momo hadn’t just walked in… he would have kissed his best friend. He was frozen at the realization.
She was beet red, not even sure what she should do. "If I go after her it will just make us seem more guilty, but if I don't the rumors will be all over by tomorrow." She facepalmed as she heard a creak as the boy got off the bed.
"It's not rumors if it's true... but she's gonna spread rumors that we were kissing." He stepped closer to her and she turned around to see the determined look on his face back. It froze her to her core, and she didn't move.
He stepped closer to her and she stepped back, he stepped closer, she stepped back, and they made their way over to the door, left open by Momo's abrupt departure. Denki reached up and closed the door with one hand, taking Jirou's face in the other, tilting it to his. "So if she's gonna say that we were kissing..." He leaned in towards her slowly, giving her the chance to tell him no, to push him away, to do anything that showed she didn't want this. But she leaned in closer to him.
"If she's gonna say that we were?" Her voice was breathy, and the air coming out of her mouth brushed his lips, the words causing him to lean in, about to capture her lips with his, but he stopped, millimeters from her lips.
"May I?" His voice was a whisper, but the respectful way that he said it echoed through Jirou's head.
"Please." Her voice was rough and she knew that their lips were about to touch, and she couldn't bring herself to stop him.
He leaned in the last breath width and their lips touched, the electricity of the kiss almost shocking them as much as Denki's quirk would. It didn't cause them to separate, but rather it caused them to lean into each other, Jirou roughly grabbing his t-shirt's collar, pulling him close to her, and Denki leaning into her, one hand still on the door, the other cupping her face. Their lips moved from just touching to perfectly slotted together as they leaned their heads opposite ways, in perfect sync.
Jirou tried to move back to say something, but she had barely taken a breath before Denki pressed his lips back onto hers, her mouth opened still, and she made a squeak of surprise as he deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed her teeth as she squeezed her eyes shut again, leaning into it. She brought her tongue to his and she felt his body shiver before they leaned into the memorization of each other's tastes. They didn't know how long they kissed but no matter how long it wasn't long enough. They broke away to take a breath, but Denki's choked breathing was interrupted by Jirou's lips coming roughly back to his. And he had no objection.
As her teeth bit her bottom lip softly he leaned back into her, her head softly hitting the door, as her body curled into his. He felt her warmth on him and he used the opportunity to move his hands from the door, and her face to around her waist. As he did she wrapped her legs around his hips, wrapping her arms both around his neck. He wrapped his arms rougher around her and brought her back to the bed, dropping her softly on it, despite the passion still brewing between their lips.
She pulled him roughly closer to her, their tongues memorizing the feel of each other's mouths. He pushed his hands through her hair, pulling her deep into her passion before they both pulled away, panting, breathless, unable to think of anything else. Denki and Jirou both realized the position they were in at the same time, and jumped away from each other.
Denki unconsciously brought his hand up to his burning lips. "I- that- you-" He couldn't even tie two words together, and as he looked up at her burning face he couldn't even find it in him to try and find one.
The two teenagers were frozen, looking at each other's eyes for a moment, tension filled and deep.
Then the moment was broken as they heard screams from downstairs.
The couple both covered their lips, gently as to not erase the other's taste from their mouths, as if they ever could. They would remember that kiss for the rest of their lives.
"You're a really good kisser." Denki's voice was soft and shy.
"You'd know with all those girls you kiss huh?" Jirou was only slightly jealous, because right now? She had a claim on this one.
"It was actually my first." He said softer, more embarrassed.
"And second." She added, smirking.
"And third." The two laughed.
"And... fourth." Denki said, moving towards her. "If you want."
"Gosh please." She said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him into her.
They may have kept kissing until a knock on their door said lights out.
They may have both sat in their rooms stunned by the intensity and passion the other held.
They may have even blushed at their own.
But there was one thing that was certain.
That kiss needed to happen again.