Denki

"Babyyy," Denki whines when Kyouka dodges another kiss from him.

They're supposed to be helping the others decorate the tree but he'd pulled her under the mistletoe to continue where they left off yesterday.

She pushes his chest back with one hand and presses her palm over his lips with the other.

It's the closest thing to her skin he's gotten so far, so Denki kisses it. Kyouka scoffs when he starts dragging his tongue through the space between her fingers explicitly.

"Denki," she groans, "Cut it out."

He pulls off her finger with a loud pop. "Want me to suck your toes instead?"

Kyouka shoves him off and takes a look over her shoulder. "No."

Denki frowns when he meets her line of sight. She's looking over at Bakugou sitting on the floor with his arms crossed while Uraraka carefully unpacks Iida's Christmas ornaments.

"Don't worry about them," he tells her as he guides her face back towards him. "They'll be fine."

"I feel bad."

"It's his fault." he mutters, trying to burrow his face into her neck. He feels her resisting again and huffs against her skin.

"You're really not gonna kiss me? Because of them?"

"Denki," she says, "It just doesn't feel right."

"Yeah, she's right," Kirishima says, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He was upstairs, helping bring the rest of the tree's stuff down. In his big arms are a bundle of LED lights.

Denki runs his hands through his hair and pulls on the ends. "Shut up! Just because he messed up, doesn't mean we all have to pay for it."

This was so like Bakugou. Royally fuck up and take the rest of them down with him.

Kirishima shakes his head. "Whatever. Iida said you were in charge of the lights."

"What an honor! Ever since I was a kid, I've always dreamed of hanging Christmas lights."

"Well, it's your lucky day," Kirishima says, handing him the lights.

Kyouka flicks his nose fondly. "Dreams come true."

Her teasing never fails to arouse him. "After this, how about you meet me upstairs?"

"I already told you, I don't feel comfortable doing anything while they're still mad at each other."

"Yeah," Kirishima agrees, "Kinda feels like we're rubbing it in their face."

Denki drops the lights and puts his face back in his hands. "Fuck that guy. This is so not our problem."

When he turns around, Kyouka grabs him. "Where are you going?"

"I'ma go yell at him."

"Denki, don't—" Kirishima pleads.

"Hey, Bakugou!" he calls, slipping out of their grasps and walking towards him.

Bakugou looks up from the couch. "What is it?"

He waits until he's out of Uraraka's earshot to say, "Quit being such a dickhead and go apologize already."

"Huh?"

"You broke up with her? On her birth-month? Trash—"

Something sharp stabs him in the throat, choking off the rest of his rant. A thin cord that feels too much like Kyouka wraps around his neck and pulls him back under the mistletoe.

Kirishima crosses his arms over his chest. "Denki, what the hell?"

"You blew it." Kyouka scolds, bringing her lobe back to her side.

"I did no such thing."

She smushes his face with her hand. "There was literally no reason to yell at him."

"Yeah," Kirishima nods, "What'd you have to go and do that for?"

Denki sighs in exasperation. Were they being serious? He picks the lights back up.

"I did it cause I was tired of you weirdos thinking we're not allowed to hook up because of his mistake." he explains, shouldering his way past them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go talk to Uraraka. Unlike this jackass, she might actually listen."

A firm hand claps him on the shoulder. "Do not."

Denki sends a tiny shock up his spine that jerks Kirishima's hand away. He charges himself up, just in case they reach out again and stays buzzed all the way over to Uraraka.

"Hey," he says, ignoring the dirty looks he gets from Bakugou, Kyouka, and Kirishima.

Uraraka blinks up at him, candy cane in hand. His static is making her hair rise. "Oh, hey, Kaminari."

He watches her hang it on a nearby branch. "No Tsu-sitting today?"

"She's over there by fire, trying not to freeze to death. I hope she's okay."

Denki glances over at Tsu beside the fireplace, nestled into her little blanket burrito. She reminds him of how Aizawa used to knockout in his sleeping bag on the classroom floor.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." he mutters. "But what about you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright..." she trails off, "How about you?"

He gets a good look of her ass when she bends over to rummage for more ornaments. "Peachy." he says absently.

She turns back around and blinks at him expectantly, like she's wondering why the hell he came over just to make small talk. He promptly starts coiling the string of lights around the tree.

"Anyway, I just wanted to say you shouldn't let anyone ruin your vacation because they aren't worth the trouble."

She smiles, eyes searching for a good place to put the ornament in her hand. "I know."

"Good for you." he says and hangs the ornament on the branch she couldn't reach for her.

"Thanks."

Searching for an outlet to plug the lights in, he remembers what Bakugou told him their first night there. He probably would've done it if he was still twelve.

But he's a fully realized eighteen-year-old now. He knows not to stick his dick in places it doesn't belong. Namely in girls that aren't Kyouka.

The Shiketsu high student walks by again and his eyes are glued for a painful second before he remembers they're both spoken for. How Iida of all people got a girl like that, he'll never understand.

"Yup."

Uraraka stares fondly at the arrangement before them. "What do you want for Christmas?"

He blinks for a moment. He's wanted the same thing for years now.

His eyes go from Ochako's ass, to the buttons straining against Momo's shirt, to Mina's bare thighs, to Camie's lips, to Kyouka's scowl when his gaze invariably lands back on her.

He blows her a repentant kiss. She gives him the finger. So much for picking up where they left off later.

He throws his head back and sighs up at the ceiling. "Loud pack."

"What?"

"Nothing. Um. What do you want for Christmas?"

She presses a finger to her chin. "Hmm, I don't know. Sneakers, maybe?"

"Oh, I want a pair of sneakers too. And slides. And cleats." he adds, "Even though I don't really play soccer anymore."

"You used to play soccer?" she asks, "That's funny. I used to play soccer too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was the only hands-free sport I was decent at."

He studies the little pads of her fingerprints. He's always wondered what those would feel like around his dick. "Yeah, I see how that could be an issue."

She helps him finish hanging the rest of the lights. There's no way they can plug the lights in without an extension cord so Denki does his favorite party trick and plugs it into his mouth.

Uraraka turns the light switch off while the rest of them take a step back in awe. Denki takes a look back himself and the lights flicker when he smiles wide, funneling more power into the tree.

Camie starts making out with Iida.

The atmospheric lighting really sets the mood for some spontaneous sex. He looks at Kyouka. She sticks her tongue out at him vulgarly. It's her way of blowing a kiss.

Kirishima gets over his self-imposed intimacy restriction and wraps an arm around Mina's waist.

Even Todoroki and Momo hold hands awkwardly.

Uraraka puts her head on Deku's shoulder and Tsu dozes away and Bakugou shoves his fists into his pockets walks back upstairs.