“I didn’t read it. Don’t worry. But you might want to find a better hiding place, Mina would find this in like, two minutes.” Shinsou laughs, with a tiny smile. He actually looked kinda cute...

“T-Thanks I’ll, um, find a new place.” Kaminari grabs it and puts it in a box, in a desk drawer and closes it.

“No problem.” Shinsou shrugs and sits on his makeshift bed in the corner. Ding! A phone buzzed and Kaminari did a laugh scoff mixture thing.

“You wanna get pizza and go arcading? We having a party thing to celebrate the transfers.” Kaminari looks at Shinsou with a smile.

“Yeah sure, I need to do the whole social thing.” Kaminari laughs.

“You got a phone?” Kaminari looks over at him waiting for a response.

“Yeah, uh,426-837-9429” Shinsou answers and Kaminari quickly puts it in his phone.

“What do you want as a name?” Kaminari smiles.

“Hitoshi Shinsou? Nothing weird.” Kaminari nods and puts him in as ‘Toshi’, then jumps up.

“Wear something fun, nothing weird.” Kaminari laughs and grabs some clothes, going to his bathroom to change.

‘Why’d I say yes? I don’t want to hang out with them. Ugh, it’s too late now.’ Shinsou digs through his box and grabs a tee-shirt and jeans. He starts changing, facing the corner, when Kaminari opens the door and walks out.

“Y-Your back...?” He stares at the large scars, lining Shinsou’s bare back. Shinsou pulled his shirt over his back.

“I didn’t ask about the diary, you don’t ask about the scars.” he stated and put in some earbuds, leaving the room.

‘He looked great in those jeans...Wait no! He is one of them! I met him this morning! I can’t!’ Kaminari stares at the door, curled up on his bed.

Bold is Kaminari

Italic is Shinsou

'Toshi

The address is xxx xxx street. Be there at 1700

‘Kay.

https://giphy.com/gifs/heyarnold-xT1Ra6ihiXouzm67Dy

😑

Shinsou walked down the stairs, relishing the emptiness.

“I don’t know how long I can live with Kaminari, that boy is so…” Shinsou grumbles and leaves the building. He starts walking down the hill, not worrying about the time. 

“Oh crap! I’m gonna be late!” Shinsou checks his phone once at the bottom of the hill. It was 1655, so he probably was going to be late. Shinsou rushes down and into the arcade. It was loud and colorful, the tables full and the others gathered in a corner playing pinball.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late.” He grabs the soda they got for him.