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Part 4 of it's just a spark
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turn the tides

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'“So you totally aren’t with me for my money then?” Denki tries to joke, but Hitoshi gets the feeling that it’s a genuine fear. Hitoshi raises an eyebrow. Even if you were dirt poor, I would be with you forever, his brain blurts out and Hitoshi is vaguely glad he has some sort of brain to mouth filter.'

Hitoshi is in deeper than he thought he was. If that's possible.

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“Not to be dramatic or anything but like, I could die today and be happy,” Denki murmurs as he lays on the couch, head in Hitoshi’s lap and feet in Mina’s. Hitoshi rolls his eyes but continues to stroke his hair. So soft, so warm. Kirishima is staring at them in a way that Hitoshi can’t quite place until Bakugou appears behind him, slips his hand into Kirishima’s and Kirishima smiles so wide that Hitoshi almost winces for him. Denki sees him staring and nuzzles his nose into his chin, making him look down for a second into bright yellow eyes.

 

“You are very dramatic,” Hitoshi mumbles distractedly, still mostly watching Kirishima and Bakugou’s attempt at being affectionate. It’s painful to watch.


“The affection is quite one-sided,” Denki whispers, and Hitoshi sees Kirishima place a gentle kiss on Bakugou’s cheek, and then turning bright red. “He’s improved though,” Denki points out, “When they first got together every time Kirishima tried to hold his hand he would explode him.” Hitoshi winces for real this time, and Denki giggles. That sounds exhausting.


“He’s emotionally constipated,” Hitoshi mutters back, and Denki hits him gently on the arm.

“Yeah, but we don’t say that out loud,” Denki jokes, but if anything it confuses Hitoshi further.

 

“Why is Kirishima with him? How long have they even been together?” Hitoshi whispers, starting to plait Denki’s hair. Denki stares for a second as if trying to find the right words.

 

“Kirishima is the only one who has even managed to get this far. Imagine how rewarding that must be, especially if it’s someone you loved when they were an asshole, and now they are like, less of an asshole.” Hitoshi chuckles at that, and Denki grins lopsidedly at him. “They’ve been together for almost a whole year, but… They’ve gotten somewhere.” Denki murmurs and Hitoshi watches as Kirishima slings his arms around Bakugou’s shoulders and tries to make him dance. Bakugou gives him a look that, although pissed off, isn’t murderous, and lets Kirishima pull him around the common room for a bit. Hitoshi raises an eyebrow.

 

“It’s so fucking weird,” He mumbles, and Denki shrugs a little.

 

“Not everyone can be as perfect as us,” Denki replies, nestling his head into Hitoshi’s stomach. Hitoshi chuckles at that and watches as Kirishima murmurs something to Bakugou, who laughs a little, pressing a kiss onto his forehead and then promptly turns and leaves the room. Confusingly, Kirishima looks pleased with this situation and when he falls onto the loveseat in the corner, he looks contented. Hitoshi is baffled.

 

“They live like this?” Hitoshi whispers, mostly to himself, and almost jumps when Denki starts laughing. Mina giggles as well and Hitoshi realises she has probably heard everything they have said. She gives them a look that reads as yes, I heard everything, and shrugs.

 

“Kirishima had to ask him out like four times before he took it seriously. Baks thought it was a joke or something I guess, he has lower self-esteem than we think. It’s all just this big front.” She informs casually, resting her head against the back of the sofa. Sero appears behind them, obviously coming from the kitchen and nods sagely.


“He’s totally a mess,” He says deadpan before he peels off into laughter. Denki starts giggling as well, and Hitoshi raises his eyebrows at them. Mina rolls her eyes.


“Like you can talk Hanta,” She mutters, before looking over to Denki and Hitoshi. “He talks about this girl he has a crush on all the time, won’t tell us who it is, and won’t ask her out,” Mina shakes her head in mock despair, and Sero turns three shades redder. Denki sits himself up, fitting himself into the spot under Hitoshi’s armpit. “Hey, you should totally brainwash him to ask her out!” Mina says enthusiastically and Hitoshi watches in interest as Sero turns even redder. Is that biologically possible? How red can one human go?

 

“Please don’t do that,” Sero begs and Denki giggles helplessly. Sero gives him a pleading look, and Hitoshi shrugs.


“Sorry guys, I don’t want to embarrass anyone,” He says diplomatically and Sero sighs in relief as Mina scowls. Denki gives him a little wink, pressing a kiss into the spot under his ear. Hitoshi stops himself before he makes any awkward noises. At least two out of three people are happy.


“No fun!” She exclaims, folding her arms, and Hitoshi shrugs again. Sero gives him a grateful look before folding himself into the space left between Mina and Denki, somehow managing to fit all his lanky limbs in a very small area. It’s surprisingly comfortable and they stay there a while, watching movies and chatting. Hitoshi suddenly realises why people make friends.



-

 

When Hitoshi falls into the bed face down almost two hours later, Denki lies on him, chest on his back and mouth kissing butterflies kisses onto any flesh he can reach. Hitoshi is too tired to move and just makes a noise that he hopes sounds as happy as he feels. Denki giggles into his ear and his brain falters for a second. God, I’m in so fucking deep with this idiot sunshine shit head.

 

“I wanna take you somewhere tomorrow,” Denki whispers into his ear and Hitoshi tries to ask where and why, but all that comes out is ‘Hungh?’ Denki giggles again, flopping off of Hitoshi’s back and onto the bed. Hitoshi rolls a little, opening one of his eyes to take in the angles of Denki’s face. Despite everything, Hitoshi is still slightly breathless when Denki catches his eyes and gives him one of his trademark sunshine smiles. It makes his heart double beat for a second.

 

“You paid last time,” Hitoshi mumbles distractedly and Denki shrugs, picking at the hem of his t-shirt. Hitoshi makes a groaning noise and Denki snorts.

 

“Look ‘Toshi, I’m gonna tell you something, but you can’t tell the squad,” He says, and his voice is serious. Hitoshi hauls himself up into a sitting position and Denki raises an eyebrow at him. “It’s not like… Bad?” He mutters, avoiding eye contact.

 

“Okay,” Hitoshi replies, blinking at the side of Denki’s face. He makes a weird face that Hitoshi can’t place, before looking up at him.


“My dad owns Denki Electronics,” He finally says, tucking some hair behind his ear. Hitoshi blinks.


“...Am I supposed to know what that means?” He asks and Denki looks at him for a second before realising he is serious and relief floods his face.

 

“It means I have a lot of money, and… Like… I’m probably not gonna ever struggle for money, ‘cause like, the business is pretty big and you know… That’s why I buy people stuff, ‘cause… I don’t need all the money I get?” Denki tries to explain, but the look on Hitoshi’s face is obviously still showing blank because Denki presses a kiss into his forehead before grabbing his phone and showing Hitoshi the logo. Hitoshi clicks.


“Oh, I’ve seen that around,” Hitoshi mumbles casually, shrugging. Denki is staring at him in a way that makes him feel like his reaction wasn’t what was expected, but he just blinks. “I… I don’t care?” He stutters, giving Denki a searching look. Denki just giggles a little, putting his phone back on the table.

 

“So you totally aren’t with me for my money then?” Denki tries to joke, but Hitoshi gets the feeling that it’s a genuine fear. Hitoshi raises an eyebrow. Even if you were dirt poor, I would be with you forever, his brain blurts out and Hitoshi is vaguely glad he has some sort of brain to mouth filter.

 

“How could I be with you for your money if I had no idea you had money?” Hitoshi replies instead, rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his hand. Denki blinks at him before he’s suddenly in Hitoshi’s lap and he is nestled into his neck. No matter how many times he’s done it, it still makes Hitoshi’s heart squeeze.

 

“It’s why I don’t tell people, I want people to like me for like…” Denki trails off awkwardly, face still hidden in Hitoshi’s hair. Hitoshi doesn’t want him to move.

 

“Not for your money.” He fills in, and Denki nods. Hitoshi rubs small circles onto his back, resting his chin against Denki’s shoulder, letting him hide in the tangle of purple hair. Hitoshi eyes feel heavy. “You know, I would love you even if you had nothing at all,” Hitoshi mumbles awkwardly, and Denki makes a noise that sounds somewhere between a squeal and a hiccup. “It’s not like I grew up with much, I… It doesn’t change anything to me,” Hitoshi tacks on, and Denki removes himself from his shoulder so he can make eye contact. Hitoshi could definitely get lost in bright yellow eyes if he let himself. “Did you really think I was with you for your money?” He suddenly asks, the thought only just crossing his mind and Denki blushes his way through several shades of red.

 

“I… I don’t know, I guess I was thinking it may have been a possibility?” He stutters, before hiding his face in his hands. Hitoshi doesn’t stop rubbing circles into his back. “My dad has had like three different wives now, it just…” He looks up at Hitoshi, and Hitoshi feels like he understands. He nods, and Denki rests his forehead against Hitoshi’s.

 

“But you don’t want your friends to know?” Hitoshi asks, and Denki shrugs awkwardly. “Is it the same, you don’t want to have like fake friends or whatever?” Hitoshi probes, and Denki sighs.


“Yeah…” Denki answers, and then his eyes go blank. Hitoshi grins, glad that Denki fell for his trick.

 

“Okay, repeat after me,” He commands, and Denki is staring blankly at him still. He hopes this isn’t disrespecting any boundaries. “I am important and loved. People like me because I am a good person, not because of my money.” Denki blinks slowly.

 

“I am important and loved. People like me because I am a good person, not because of my money.” Denki repeats robotically and Hitoshi drops his quirk. Denki blinks a couple of times, before looking up and Hitoshi is horrified to see tears in his eyes, he reaches immediately but Denki shakes his head. “Good tears,” He gets out, wiping at his face, and Hitoshi pulls him into his chest, laying flat and keeping him as close as possible. He fits so well in the space under my arm, his brain comments, and Hitoshi can’t disagree.

 

“I mean it,” Hitoshi whispers, and Denki wipes his face again.

 

“I know, that’s why it made me so happy, ‘cause like… It’s all real,” Denki mumbles, face hidden in Hitoshi’s chest. Hitoshi presses as many kisses onto his head as possible, before Denki giggles and pushes his face away. “I love you, stupid face,” Denki giggles, and Hitoshi grins lopsidedly at him.


“I love you too, idiot,”

Notes:

so like hello again?

i've been so busy over halloween cause I do sfx makeup and like... trust me man it's a mess over halloween

anyway, this is what i've managed to produce, so please don't go too hard on me, i'm a very stressed human rn

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