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As a kid Denki Kaminari was never a big fan of winter. The electric current running under his skin made his body unnaturally warm, restricting him from participating in many activities during the season. He couldn’t make snowballs on his own as the snow would melt just enough it would never clump together, all of his snow angels would be partially melted and made of slush so you could never make out the shape, and he always overheated in large winter coats and similar accessories so he could never really stylize for the season. Plus, while snow itself couldn’t conduct electricity, melted water could, making any accidents involving his quirk even more dangerous than normal.
However, as an adult, UA alum, beloved pro hero Chargebolt, and boyfriend to both Kyoka Jiro and Momo Yaoyorozu, Denki has grown to love winter and it is easily his favorite season. He could say it was for any number of reasons from Christmas, to visiting kids as a pro during the season, lighting Christmas lights around the city, or the fact that the novelty of summer quickly wore off after graduating from high school. However, the true reason was on the more selfish side.
Currently there was a flurry going on outside as Denki was sitting on the couch in the living room of the house he, Kyoka, and Momo shared playing a video game. On his right was Momo snuggling next to him with a blanket wrapped around her relishing in the warmth. After years of training his quirk Denki was able to manage his body heat better, but he still kept a current flowing to warm the woman currently leaning against him.
Momo was reading a book that Denki had recommended to her and she seemed to be enjoying it, delighting Denki that Momo appreciated his taste in literature. On the coffee table in front of them Momo had brewed herself a cup of tea whilst providing Denki with a cup of hot chocolate overflowing with whipped cream.
Kyoka wasn’t home yet, she was out giving Eri guitar lessons but should be back soon. Denki had wanted to help Eri with her lessons, but Kyoka was a much better teacher than him. Also as Eri had once put it, he and Kyoka spent more time flirting than teaching.
Denki currently stuck his tongue out in concentration as he was stuck on a puzzle in his game right now. Momo would offer to help, but she knows Denki gets much more enjoyment from solving it himself without any assistance.
Momo took a break from her book to look out the window noticing the snow coming down harder. “I hope Kyoka makes it home safe,” Momo said with a worried expression on her face.
Denki paused his game, giving his mind a break to check outside also, “She should be fine.” Denki then pulled out his phone to check the time, “She should’ve been on her way back before things started getting bad.”
Momo cuddled closer to Denki resting her head on his shoulder, which took some repositioning considering Momo was a few inches taller than Denki, “Still, I can’t help but worry about her.”
“Yeah,” Denki and Momo both knew realistically Kyoka would be fine, but they cared about her a lot. Momo sighed as she reached for her tea again to try and calm her nerves. The two sat like that for about a minute before they heard the lock on their front door click.
“I’m home,” Kyoka called out from the door, causing both Momo and Denki to let out a sigh of relief.
“How was the drive?” Momo called back.
“A little rough, but I managed,” Kyoka responded as she took off her winter coat.
“No problems with the roads or ice or anything,” Denki asked.
“I’m fine you two, you can stop worrying,” Kyoka answered as she entered the living room, “Although I think the heating in the car is on the fritz, I was freezing the whole way here.”
“I could take a look at it sometime,” Denki offered as Kyoka took off her prosthetic and placed it in its container.
“By ‘take a look’ do you mean fumble around while Momo tells you what to do?” Kyoka teased, eliciting a pout from Denki and a giggle from Momo.
“Do you want a warm drink or something?” Momo asked, getting up from the couch, “The pot I just prepared should still be warm.”
“That would be great Mo’,” Kyoka said as she grabbed a blanket for herself and sat next to Denki on the couch. The electric boy wrapped an arm around her as she snuggled against his body seeking the warmth radiating from him.
“Jeez Kyo’ you’re freezing. You sure you’re fine?” Denki asked once Kyoka settled into his side.
“I will be if you turn up the heat a little,” the violet haired woman responded as she closed her eyes.
Denki raised the current running through him by a few amps, “Better?”
“Better,” Kyoka responded with a content sigh.
Just then Momo walked back in with a fresh cup of tea, steam wafting into the air. “Here, this should warm you up,” Momo offered the shorter girl the cup.
“Thanks,” Kyoka responded, taking the cup and sipping it, “You always make the best tea Momo.”
Momo gave a single nod as she retook her seat on the couch, “A result of years of practice.”
Denki would resume his game, but seeing as Kyoka had claimed one of his arms for herself he decided against it. Instead he grabbed his mug of hot chocolate on the table using his free hand. He took a large drink relishing how the chocolate and whipped cream mixed for an amazing flavor. Momo really was the best when it came to brewing drinks.
As Denki placed his drink back on the table a giggle from Kyoka caught his attention. He turned to her and gave an inquisitive noise which only caused Kyoka to break into a full on laughing fit.
Denki tilted his head as Kyoka managed to get out between laughs, “T-turn to Momo.”
Denki turned to look at the taller girl who looked just as confused as him for half a second before a laugh escaped from her prompting her to raise a hand to her mouth trying (and failing) to stop more giggles from escaping her lips.
“What?” Denki asked, turning his head back to Kyoka causing her to burst into another laughing fit, “What’s so funny?” As he turned back and forth between the two they each kept bursting into fits of laughter.
“H-here,” Momo managed to get out.
As Denki turned back to her he was greeted by her phone screen which was set to the selfie mode. As Denki looked at it he saw that on his upper lip there was a large swathe of cream giving him a mustache and his nose had a small dollop on it as well.
“Ha ha very funny,” Denki said as he was about to wipe his face with his shirt sleeve before being stopped by Kyoka grabbing his arm.
“Here let me,” Kyoka then grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. She quickly sucked and licked along his upper lip lapping at the whipped cream there. Once she was satisfied with her work she pulled back before giving him one more quick peck.
Denki for his part was on a completely different plane of existence, which was a reasonable place to be, he thought.
“Here, let me get the last of it,” Momo said as she turned Denki towards her. She gave him a quick kiss on the tip of the nose before moving to his lips. Kyoka’s kisses are rapid and needy, but Momo was soft and gentle, taking her time. If Denki was already on another plane then he just went even further beyond, Plus Ultra style.
After an eternity, or a minute Denki wasn’t really keeping track of time he was released as both him and Momo made gasps for air. Once Momo let go of his face Denki flopped against the back of the couch and let out a small “yippee” between gasps. Momo and Kyoka giggled at his state before pulling each other into a kiss across his lap.
Once they finished Momo produced a handkerchief from her hand and gave it to Denki to wipe his face with. “I’ll get started on dinner,” she said as she got up from the couch and made her way to the kitchen.
“I can help,” Denki said, trying to get up, but was pulled back down by Kyoka wrapping her remaining jack around his body.
“Nope,” Kyoka said, pulling him into an embrace, “You are way too warm to let go.”
Momo giggled at the display of affection, “I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
Once Momo left Denki decided it was probably time to put something on the TV that wasn’t the pause screen of his game. Kyoka seemed like she had the same idea as she had already grabbed the remote.
“Mind if I change it,” she asked, swapping the input before he could say anything.
“What, don’t want to watch my amazing puzzle solving skills,” Denki replied with a smirk and hand held just below his chin.
“Pfft, as amusing as watching your head steam from the thought process I just want some trashy TV.”
Denki stuck his tongue out at the violet haired woman as she put on some old Christmas special. Really old by the looks of it, like pre-quirks old. Kyoka snuggled back into Denki’s side as the show played, neither really paying any attention to it.
“How was practice with Eri today?” Denki asked as he absentmindedly combed his fingers through her hair.
“Great,” Kyoka responded, snaking her jack around and into Denki’s hand as it was his favorite fidget toy, “She’s becoming a real pro at this point, at this rate she might get good enough to give me a run for my money soon.”
Denki let out a low whistle, “She sure has talent, does she have a performance or something coming up. I’d love to see her play.”
Kyoka shrugged, “I’ll call her to see if she’s got any plans, if she doesn’t I’ll find a gig for her.”
Denki gave a big dopey grin, “Sounds great.”
With that the pair continued snuggling and actually paid a little attention to what was on the TV. After a minute Kyoka spoke up again, “Man this is really bad.”
Denki burst out laughing and couldn’t help but agree with Kyoka’s assessment. Just then Momo called out from the kitchen letting them know dinner was ready. Denki could smell it before he entered the kitchen and started salivating at the scent of sizzling meat.
Next to him Kyoka giggled definitely cause she could read his mind and not because he was openly drooling at the smell. Whilst there were other foods Momo had prepared, Denki's eyes locked onto a hamburger that was clearly made for him. Denki’s pupils dilated as he took the burger in salivating at the sight.
“You and the hamburger need a room or are you good?” Kyoka teased as she took a seat.
Denki smirked, snapping out of his trance, “Is someone jealous of a burger?”
Momo smiled as the two teased each other then gave Kyoka a quick kiss on top of her head, “Don’t worry, you’re much better than anything I can make.” Which got the desired response of Kyoka’s face turning beet red. “Now, feel free to help yourselves,” Momo said as she took her seat at the table.
The trio chatted as they ate their meal with Kyoka and Denki showering Momo in compliments from how good everything was. There was a time when Momo would brush any compliments off, but now she accepted them in stride letting the people she cared about most validate her. After finishing their meal they returned to the couch to watch a documentary that Momo had heard about. The rest of their night was filled with lively conversations as they watched the TV followed by… other activities.
They ended their night in their bedroom lying on the massive bed Momo insisted on getting. Denki was in the center of the bed with Kyoka and Momo holding him tightly, running their hands up and down his chest. All three warm and comfortable under the blankets with Denki warming them himself. This was why winter was Denki’s favorite season, moments like this.
Conversely, summer had rapidly become his least favorite season. No one wants to cuddle a human space heater during the sweltering heat of the season. So Denki had to get his cuddles in while he could.