Kaminari was out of breath. His legs ached and his lungs felt as if they were going to deflate.
He'd pass out and no one would find his body.
No, he couldn't stop running. He knew if he stopped it was game over.
He passed room after room unable to look back and see if the dark figure was still chasing him.
The first place he thought to go was with the Bakusquad, but Bakugo would only hand him over to the enemy or wack Kaminari over the head for being so stupid. It all depended if Kirishima was there to stop his boyfriend.
Denki ran down a floor for good measure before knocking on the familiar door.
The door was plain compared to the others that were decorated with random styles custom it's residents.
This door simply said: "Leave me Alone." in a bold font.
Kaminari knocked again this time panicked the dark-haired figure would come back and then—he shook his head he couldn't think like that.
"Can't you read—" Shinso opened the door a crack, only enough to see the loud blond.
The same loud blond he was told to keep his distance from—at least by his dad, his father on the other hand told him to go for it.
"You have to let me hide here for the night," Denki whispered.
"Why do I have to?"
"Because I'm your charming boyfriend and you love me?"
Shinso shrugged. "What else do you got?"
"I won't tell Iida about the cats you adopted."
Shinso opened the door letting the blond in. He looked down the hall just to make sure no one was there.
Empty.
Inside the dark purple lights glowed under the messy bed and on the ceiling like clouds.
Denki made himself at home as he kicked off his shoes and jumped up onto the bed. He was finally able to take a breath.
Shinso wanted to ask why he was so panicked but just assumed it was a fight or something with Bakugo again.
Shinso grabbed the book he was reading before Denki appeared and took a seat beside his boyfriend as he picked up where he left off.
Denki looked over to the purple-haired love child of Aizawa and frowned.
That wasn't okay.
"Wow," Denki muttered, very much unamused.
"What?" Shinso asked. His stare not moving from the book.
"Oh, nothing."
It was never nothing and Shinso knew damn well it wasn't.
"Pikachu, just tell me or let me finish my book," Shinso murmured.
Denki sighed dramatically and fell onto Shinso's lap, taking said book out of his hands as Denki awkwardly laid half on his boyfriend's lap.
Shinso glared.
"You're ignoring me," Denki commented.
"Your hair is bright yellow and you can be heard from the other dorm building. I couldn't possibly ignore you."
Denki shook his head. "I stand by what I said."
"Fine, what do you suggest we do then?" Shinso raised a brow and waited expectantly. It was as if he was daring the blond.
Denki had a few ideas but he couldn't just blurt them out as if he was desperate. No, he'd have to come up with a plan.
"Let's play a game."
Shinso looked confused. "Wh—fine what kind?"
Denki thought for a moment. He sat up and got off the bed looking for the deck of cards.
"Poker," Denki grinned.
"You want to play poker?" Shinso questioned.
"Sure, but that's boring." Denki sat back down on the bed, cross-legged, and set up the cards.
Before Shinso thought about telling him he was the one to suggest the 'boring' game Denki continued.
"How about strip poker?"
That got the purple-haired boy's attention.
Denki dealt out the cards.
The blond's hand wasn't great but he didn't let it show as Shinso stared at him.
"I say we bet shirts," Denki winked before looking back down at his cards.
Shinso knew he wasn't going to win, his cards were shit. He half wondered if the blond did it on purpose. If he was going to cheat then Shinso could play the game even better.
When he moved in with his parents they had game night once a week. It was more like Mic trying to get Shinso and his husband out of their depression naps.
Mic loved poker; however, he was also a huge cheater when it came to games and Shinso picked up on a few things.
"Unless you have a better suggestion," Denki spoke.
They make their bets and Denki flips over the card and they begin to play. A few smaller bets like socks and Shinso's glasses were added in.
Denki calls it.
Shinso smirks as he puts down his cards on the bed, showing ironically a straight flush. The tricks Mic had told him had actually worked.
Denki had lower numbers.
Shinzo won.
Denki didn't seem all that upset about pulling his shirt off. He threw it at the purple-haired boy.
"How about we bet more next—"
Shinso cut the blond off. He leaned in kissing him softly before tugging on the choker he wore. "Do you really want to play that game with me, Kitten? You'll only lose."
Denki grinned and pulled Shinso down on top of him as he tugged off the purple-haired boy's shirt.
Shinso wasted no time in pulling off the rest of Denki's clothes leaving the boy in nothing but boxers.
Electricity sparked when Shinso kissed down the blond's neck, biting and licking at the skin.
Shinso smirked as he kissed down the blond's chest kissing each scar the blond hid. Denki's breath was shallow as Shinso's hand tugged on the waistband of his boxers.
A loud bang came from outside. Denki pushed Shinso back and pulled the covers over his head.
"Who was after you anyway?" Shinso questioned.
Denki looked away pretending not to have heard the question. "Wow, Mittens looks so soft, do you use a conditioner on him?"
"You know I do. Now stop avoiding the question, what are we up against?"
A knock came from outside.
He was here.
"Well you see I was just chilling in my room. Sero gave me some forbidden lettuce and I might have been reported to have smoke coming out of my dorm room. And then I might have seen a certain U.A. teacher and now I'm going to die. Good night Hitoshi!"
Denki pulled the blankets over his head.
Shinso didn't bother with his hoodie and got up to get the door. He only opened it a crack to see who it was.
His eyes widened and he slammed the door.
"We are fucking dead, Pikachu!"
Shinso helped Denki into the closet as he pushed the cats into their secret crates before he answered the door.
"Hey, dad."
Aizawa walked in looking around the messy room. The only reason Shinso kept it the way that he did was so it made it easier to lose things. He couldn't just hide five cats and his boyfriend in a room as clean as Bakugo's.
"Where is he?"
Shinso crossed his arms and did his best to look confused. "Who?"
"Don't play dumb. I heard you talking with Mic about him. I just want to talk."
"Why do you have your scarf like that, and why is your hair defying gravity then?"
A muffled yelp came from the closest. "Cuddles, stop scratching me—"
Aizawa slid open the door to reveal Kaminari in only a pair of Pikachu boxer-briefs.
Denki screamed and Cuddles jumped out of his arms and ran under the bed with the rest of the cats.
"On a scale of 1 to Mineta, how much trouble are we in?" Denki asked.
Aizawa blinked, his hair falling back down as he went and looked under the bed.
"You have cats in your dorm?!" Aizawa angrily questioned.
Shinso didn't dare say anything.
"And you didn't even tell me?" Aizawa grumbled as he picked up one of them.
One of two was purring and Denki didn't know if it was the cat or Aizawa.
"Get some clothes on then we'll make a deal. Aizawa waited in the hall as Denki pulled on a purple hoodie and cat-themed pajama pants. Shinso grabbed a hoodie from his closet and let Aizawa back in.
"Nice seeing you again Dadzawa," Denki waved.
"Never call me that." Aizawa turned to his son with an unamused expression. "I keep this cat and we forget tonight happened. Unless you want to explain why five cats and a loud blond are in here."
Shinso looked down at the black cat snuggled up in Aizawa's arms. It was too late, he already lost.
"Deal," Shinso grumbled.
"Good. Now I'm going to pour bleach in my eyes after having to see what I did tonight."
Denki let out a breath once the door was closed again.
"At least no one jumped out a window like last time," Denki muttered.
Shinso nodded. "It would have been nice to know it was that far of a drop."
"I told you I'm sorry."