Denki felt like shit. He wanted to lay in bed for the rest of his life. He knew it was stupid to feel that way, but being sick SUCKED. He had spent the last three days in his dorm room, and his classmates would come up to visit and bring him food twice a day. He sat on the edge of his bed, sniffling, and looked at his phone to check the time. 6:04. About dinner time.
Suddenly, his ringtone went off. He had set it a short clip from a song by one of his favorite rap artists, Trippie Redd. However, he intended to change it soon. He looked down and saw that he had just received a message from a certain redhead.
SharkBoy:
Bro I'm finna come up with food. You better have clothes on.
Kaminari felt his cheeks heat up a little. Why was Kirishima even thinking of that? He almost always had his clothes on. Maybe the clothes he was wearing weren't very nice, but they covered him at least.
LightningRod:
Alright bro. I'm decent.
He got up and walked into the bathroom. He was thankful that once they became third years, the dorms they were moved to had a personal bathroom in each room. He looked in the mirror and gasped, his eyes widening in shock. He looked like absolute garbage. One strap of the loose tank top he wore hung off his shoulder, and his shorts hung just a little too low. He sighed. Sometimes he hated being slim. He wished he could be a big body like Kirishima.
He hadn't done his hair, and consequently his long, straight locks hung down past his shoulders. Quickly, he brushed his teeth, sprayed on deodorant, and grabbed a hairtie. He was in the middle of putting his hair up into a ponytail when he heard a knock at his door. His heart skipped a beat. It must be Kirishima. He could never figure out why he got nervous when his red haired friend came around. He figured it was just because Kirishima was so intimidating.
Kirishima, standing outside the door, spoke in a high pitched voice.
"Room service!" He shouted, causing Kaminari to laugh, which sent him into a coughing fit.
"Hold… on…" he managed to get out, gasping for air. He put the hairtie around his wrist and stumbled over to the door, opening it quickly. There stood Kirishima, his red hair spiked up in its usual crazy mess, breathing hard with a towel wrapped around his shoulders. His tight tank top defined every muscle, and the veins in his huge arms pulsed. Kaminari stared. Damn. I wish i was as big as him. Immediately after thinking that, he blushed. That sounded…. Not so good. He shook his head and looked up at Kirishima.
"Sup bro?" He said, his voice hoarse. This sore throat was killing him.
"Brought you food." He said, holding a bag out to him. It was takeout from one of Denki's favorite restaurants in the area. He looked inside and saw a covered bowl of Takoyaki.
"Bro it's my favorite!" He said, excited.
"I know." Kirishima replied. "Can I come in?"
"Uh… sure but it's a mess. I've been so sick I don't even feel like cleaning."
Eijirou entered Denki's dorm, looking around at the clothes strewn on the floor.
"Bro, you call this dirty? This is how my room looks all the time." He said, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Yeah whatever." Denki replied, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Dude, let's play some games or something. I'll kick your ass at Tekken bro." Kirishima said with a smirk. He walked over toward the nightstand, where Kaminari usually kept his games. Kaminari jumps in front of him as quickly as he can(which still isn't very fast due to his sickness)
"They um… they aren't in there anymore. They're in the entertainment center cabinet."
Kirishima sees the light blush on the smaller boy's cheeks.
"Oh. I get it. That's where you keep all your porn, isn't it?" He says, snickering.
"Yeah… something like that…" Kaminari replies, blushing harder.
"You don't have to be embarrassed dude. Porn is super manly."
"Shut up." The blonde says.
Kirishima laughs and walks over to the small cabinet next to the TV. He looks through the games until he finds Tekken, and pops it into the Xbox One below the TV. He grabs the two controllers and hands one to Kaminari. Kaminari's face lights up as he remembers something.
"Ei, go check the minifridge, dude." He says excitedly.
Kirishima gets up and opens the fridge to find a bottle of sake, only a quarter empty.
"Denki!" He says, with a faux shocked tone in his voice. He puts on his best IIda impression and waves his hands around wildly. "I'm afraid this kind of item is strictly forbidden on school grounds! I must confiscate it at once!"
He and Kaminari exchange a long moment of silence, before the two of them burst into laughter. Eijirou pulls the bottle of sake out of the fridge. "Do you have a set?" He asks.
"No but I have a couple glasses on the shelf over there."
Kirishima grabs the glasses and walks over to sit next to Kaminari. He fills their glasses and says "A toast to the bros. May we always stay manly as fuck." The two clink their glasses together and turn them up, Kaminari downing half of his in one gulp, while Kirishima barely clears a fourth before his throat starts burning. Kirishima turns to him.
"Bro what the fuck?"
"What?" Kaminari replies."I've been drinking a lot lately. It kinda… soothes my throat in a weird way."
Kirishima just looks at him wierdly.
Two hours and half a bottle of sake later, the controllers lay forgotten in the floor as the two boys laughed uncontrollably at stupid jokes they could barely understand. Eijirou put on a kermit the frog voice, or tried to, but he ended up sounding more like Severus Snape somehow. It didn't matter to either of the extremely inebriated teens, they both burst out laughing. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Kaminari looks at Kirishima.
"Dude, one day, I'm gonna… be strong. I'll… like… stop being scared of my emotions and shit. Ya know?"
Kirishima looks at him stupidly.
"Not… really but *hic* I guess." He replies.
Then, just as suddenly, Kirishima lays down, putting his head on Kaminari's pillow.
"*hic* Night bro." He says, falling asleep almost instantly, leaving Denki confused. Where am I supposed to sleep now? He wonders. Eh. Whatever.
He finally decides to just lay back to back with Kirishima, facing away from the much larger redhead. He can feel the heat coming from him, and it makes him blush slightly.
"Ei?" he whispers.
Kirishima grunts.
"I love you, bro."
"Yeah bro. Same."
They drift off to sleep.
