Two Birds (On a thin Wire)
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"I'm tutoring you, not torturing you," Izuku rubbed his temples, wondering how he hadn't lost his absolute shit yet.
Denki gave him a bored look and doodled on his practice papers for the nth time that day. Shinsou--who was sitting with them for some reason--stared at Denki's hair as if he was wondering why exactly it wasn't blond; Izuku would be lying if he said he wasn't curious as well despite having a pretty clear idea why Denki's hair wasn't dyed. He'd seen the teenager's body language when both of them hung out in his dorm room. Izuku had forced himself to turn a blind eye to the void look that swirled in the brunette's golden eyes every time he looked at them.
On those nights, it's like looking at Dazai's mirror.
"I'll go now; Kenji might need some help catching up," Shinsou's voice suddenly cuts through, the sound of shuffling papers filling the room for a moment before the general studies student slipped out of the room quicker than one of their classmates join them, a subtlely confused expression colouring his face.
Denki's eyes rested on where Shinsou had left, slowly dragging his gaze toward where Shoto had joined them. Izuku had long since been watching whatever he was doing by the time the brunette's gaze landed on him.
Izuku took a moment to stare before letting his eyes simply roam, taking in every small detail. Denki was wearing makeup, he noted without much surprise--he'd already noticed before. His eyes wandered again; this time, he noticed the bandages on his fingers and the ruffled curly mess that was Denki's hair. The green-haired boy carefully pushed down the simmering feeling he had at the sight before giving their rather clueless newcomer a glance.
"Hey, Shoto?" he put a soft smile on his face when the heterochromatic teen turned to him, eyes questioning, "Why don't you go see what Shinsou-san has to say?"
Shoto didn't ask why, immediately nodding before leaving the common room without taking his things along. Izuku almost sighed.
Almost.
Instead, he got up and took Denki's arm to drag him along, the barest of frowns painting itself on his face at the ease it took him. Izuku noted that the other chose to comply, attention turned to the cacophony of noise that slowly filled the common room as they left.
"Where are we even going?" Denki finally spoke up, still letting himself get dragged. Izuku halted and turned to stare up--no comment, no fucking comment--at the boy he was still holding by the wrist, raising an eyebrow at the hood Denki had put over his head. "My room," Izuku decided on the spot, acting as if he didn't notice the displeased look crossing the other's face, "Stop--"
"Are my eyes deceiving me~?" both of them stilled at their classmate's excited voice: Oh fuck, "I knew I was right!"
Izuku noticed Bakugou--he's allowed to call Kacchan by his actual name in his head, shush--and Kirishima hanging a little behind Mina. Speaking of her, her sparkling eyes and teasing smile were creeping him out and he really felt like running. One glance at Denki revealed that he probably felt the same. "Huh?" he isn't quite sure whether Denki or he said that, but that summed up exactly what he was thinking.
"You two are dating, right?"
What.
What the fuck.
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Dazai hummed while he continuously typed on his laptop, one hand softly carding through a sleeping Eri's hair. He looked through his multiple open tabs and windows, eye flickering towards the live camera feed of Izuku's dorm room, only turning back to his research when he didn't see anyone in the room they must've left UA grounds then. Dazai hummed, picking up Eri in one arm--his computer being held in the other--and lay his cute daughter comfortably back on the couch. He folded his laptop closed and tucked it under his arm, pursing his lips when his phone rang again.
Dazai knew who was calling without even looking at the caller ID; the person had been calling for days only to get ignored each time. His bandages itched when he ignored the call again yet the phone kept on ringing. His right eye stung--Shuuji answered the call.
"What do I owe you this displeasure," his voice came out as bitter as his words. He wasn't even asking, only making a flat statement, "Mori-san."
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Frankly speaking, Takami Keigo--better known as Hawks--had been too preoccupied by the HPSC's shit to actually think about anything else. Not even the weird chat he'd somehow been added to, not even Touya's miraculous survival, not anything linked to that. He especially didn't think about the fact that a few of the people in the group had been hero students he'd heard of before, two of whom were currently standing at his door with apparently more confusion than he had.
He'll just call them Coffeebean and Mintleaf.
Also, quick question, if Coffeebean really is that Kaminari Denki kid from class 1-A, why is his hair distinctly different from before? That incredibly unorganized curly mass of brown hair gave Keigo the feeling something was familiar.
"How the fuck did we get here!?" it took Hawks a moment to realize the hushed whisper wasn't directed at him but rather, Mintleaf.
"Sweet reminder that we freaked out, ghosted our classmates, and then you decided to 'borrow' a motorcycle like the criminal you are! Don't ask me!" Mintleaf smiled sweetly with an extremely dark look and grabbed his friend--who Hawks just realized was a good head taller--by the scruff of his shirt; he looked like his veins would pop. Not at all what he seemed like when Hawks had opened the door. Coffeebean just grinned, eyes lighting up teasingly.
The Kaminari kid might be suicidal.
"What, still mad about getting accused of eloping with me?"
Keigo swore he'd heard a similar tone from afar at some point in his life but he just couldn't pinpoint when nor where. He found it amusing to watch the two students bicker outside of his apartment door as if they's forgotten where they were; Hawks didn't mind, not really. The tension was also quite entertaining.
Neither of them stopped even when he invited them in and he flew away for the short commission he had originally opened the door for, already sure that they wouldn't damage his apartment too much. Who knows actually.
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When he'd gone back, Keigo had genuinely felt like he had been interrupting something. And that was his house.
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What Hawks didn't know was that when he'd left, Izuku had immediately let go of Denki, expression slightly pinched as he took in the brunette's overall appearance.
'Fuck you, Aniki.'
Denki rolled on the floor so he was on his stomach, burying his head in a pillow he'd dragged down with him. He sighed, the sound long, loud, and exaggerated, "Midori-kun, I know I'm stunning but please stop staring."
"You look like all of your life choices just slapped you in the face."
Denki groaned, already tired of whatever Izuku would say next. He just wanted sleep. And peace. And time by himself. Izuku didn't really leave him alone anymore and as much as he loved Midori-kun... he wanted his own nights back.
There was shuffling before he felt a sudden warmth at his side; Izuku had moved to sit with his back right against him. Denki closed his eyes, silently waiting for the next words.
"If I'm right, then we're in the same situation."
Denki should've asked, but he didn't. Hawks' apartment was weirdly quiet and comfortable--he liked it. Besides, he'd already disrupted the cameras the commission had planted to watch their hero. He wasn't stupid, actually, being stupid is quite a hard feat when you've spent your childhood surrounded by scarily intelligent people.
There wasn't any talking for what seemed like hours.
At some point, Denki had actually started falling asleep, lulled by Izuku's steady breathing and the continuous sound of a ticking clock. Everything else had faded into the background, even his partner's next hushed words.
"I should've kept my distance, now I don't know if I can kill you."