In the heart of the bustling university campus, two familiar figures navigated the challenges of higher education and personal growth. Hitoshi Shinso and Denki Kaminari had been inseparable since their high school days. Now, with their close friendship evolving into a shared college experience and a cramped dormitory, a new chapter of their relationship was unfolding—one where unspoken feelings lingered thick in the air.
Denki, with his trademark roguish charm, harbored a crush on Shinso that he had never dared to voice. While they joked and shared laughter, the wider emotional undertones remained safely locked away, at least until that fateful evening when Mina texted him an unexpected challenge. "Wear one of Shinso's hoodies, nothing else," she had boldly written, knowing the depth of Denki's feelings. Flustered, Denki felt his face heat up, torn between embarrassment and excitement at the prospect.
Deep down, however, the challenge sparked something within him; perhaps it was the push he needed to sort through his own feelings. With Shinso occupied at a late-night hero study session with Aizawa, Denki decided he had nothing to lose. Setting aside his pride, he stripped himself bare. He reached for one of Shinso's hoodies, relishing the way it engulfed him in its soft material, its lingering scent a mix of musk and subtle fabric softener that sent shivers down his spine.
With a pair of headphones nestling comfortably in his ears, he turned up his favorite playlist and began organizing their cluttered living space, distracting himself with chores in hopes of easing the whirlwind of emotions churning inside him. He vacuumed, folded laundry, and even managed to clean the kitchen—all while lost in the music, his body moving rhythmically and freely.
Two hours slipped by, and the door creaked open, revealing a worn-out Shinso letting in a blast of cool night air. He had expected to find Denki sprawled on their couch, probably playing video games or dozing off, but was met instead with an astonishing sight: Denki, in his state of undress, bent over and concentrating on cleaning. The sight was nothing short of breathtaking. Shinso's heart raced—his friend, nonchalantly naked beneath his oversized hoodie, was hotter than he could have ever imagined.
Shinso felt the heat rise within himself, the influx of adrenaline and desire forcing him to reassess his own feelings. He had harbored an unarticulated attraction to Kaminari that unexpectedly bubbled to the surface, screaming for acknowledgment. Driven by instinct, he felt a grin spread across his face as he approached Denki from behind.
"Hey, Denki," he called, his voice low and teasing, causing Denki to jump and turn.
Caught off guard, Denki stumbled back against the wall, eyes wide in surprise as Shinso closed the distance between them. "What do you think you're doing?" he stammered, the flush creeping back into his cheeks, made even more intense by the cornered position.
Shinso pressed forward, pinning Denki gently against the wall, their faces inches apart. "Just checking out the scenery," he smirked, his gaze roving over Denki's flushed features. He took his time, slowly teasing Denki, watching as each caress, each shared breath sent him deeper into embarrassment and confusion. The electricity crackling between them was palpable, intensifying with every passing second.
"Shinso… what are you—" Denki began, his composure slipping as Shinso's teasing escalated, leaving him a panting and blushing mess. And then, amidst the exhilarating haze of emotions and the raw tension brewing in the room, Shinso confessed, "I like you, Denki. More than just a friend."
Denki's mouth fell open in shock, pure disbelief flashing in his eyes. "You do?" he whispered, breathless with surprise. "I—I like you too!"
Their confessions ignited a fire that had long been simmering beneath the surface. Shinso's smirk transformed into a softer, more genuine smile. "Tonight's a night you won't forget," he promised. With newfound determination, he took Denki's chin, tilting it upwards, and closed the distance between them with a kiss that held all the pent-up feelings they had both avoided for so long.
As the world around them faded, all that mattered were their shared breaths, beating hearts, and the profound sense of belonging that finally stitched their souls together in perfect harmony. The night had become theirs, a blend of nervous laughter, soft whispers, and the unmistakable sense that their futures were now intertwined, held together by more than just friendship. They were on the verge of something beautiful—and it was only just beginning.