It was a few weeks before finals at U.A. high and Kaminari Denki is screwed. He’s never done well on tests, and he’s practically failed every major test the past two years. It’s probably the one thing that’s stayed constant since his first year. Well, except for Bakugou.
Every Tuesday and Thursday since the beginning of first year Denki was in Katsuki’s room studying. Or more being tutored, though he didn’t like to see it that way. They had grown quite close over the years. To be honest their friendship was quite comfortable. Katsuki can be a bit abrasive at times, but he means well, and all it takes is to be able to translate the real meaning in what he says. Denki has gotten really good at that.
So here he sits once again, in his own chair at one side of Katsuki's desk that they had moved so that the short side was against the wall, allowing them to both use it at once. At the moment they were working on Chemistry, which he was still completely lost on. He has no clue what the hell was going on in that class, which is why when Katsuki growls at him zoning out, staring at one singular spot on the table, he throws his pen down on the table.
“I need a break. I can’t process the words I'm reading, Kacchan.” He’s gotten better about choosing the right moments to tease Katsuki, and he rarely ever gets sparked at anymore.
Katsuki eyes him carefully before sighing, “5 minutes. Then right back to it. I’ll read the fucking thing out to you if i have to.”
Denki smiled. He sometimes had trouble reading things he wasn’t interested in. He’d just keep reading the same sentence over, and over, and over again, until it stopped being words, and was just a jumble of letters. Katsuki knew that, and was being caring in his own way.
He made his way to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and grabbed a bottle of water before plopping down on Katsuki’s bed. “I’m not going to pass this class”
Katsuki scoffed, “Of course you are, what the hell would I tutor you for if I wasn't gonna go all the way, huh?”
Denki just rolled his eyes, “I don’t remember one thing i’ve ever learned in that class. Ever.”
He wasn’t exaggerating either. The way the teacher taught just didn’t work for him. The whole class was just one giant powerpoint and endless notes, and as much as he tried to pay attention he couldn’t help but retreat into his head and think about more interesting things. Katsuki knew this. And it’s exactly why he helps him.
Before he knew it his five minutes were up, and he was back sitting on his side of the desk. “Can’t we work on something else? What about English? Or Lit?!”
“Dumbass, those are the subjects you're good at, you don’t need help with those. It’s physics or math.”
Denki sighed, “Physics it is.”
Hours and hours go by, and Denki starts to get the feeling that he’s not the only one anxious about exams. Katsuki is diligently studying as well, quickly and surprisingly neatly transcribing notes from one notebook to another, ever the kinesthetic learner, with their study music playing in the background, quietly so as not to wake the others.
Those thoughts are really brought to the front of denki’s mind when he glances over to the clock to see the time blinking red, ‘02:16’
Holy Shit! He thought, Katsuki usually kicks him out around 8 or 9, because he’s an old man, Denki thinks before bringing his thoughts back to the present. He looks at Katsuki, still writing in his notebook, not looking up before speaking, “Get back to work dunce face, we don’t have all the time in the world you know.”
“Katsuki, it’s two in the morning, man. We’ve been studying for hours.” Denki states leaning forward onto the desk and resting his chin on his hand. “I’m tired”
“No fucking way its that late!” katsuki’s eyes snap to the clock and then to denki in shock before dropping his pen, “Fuck.” He dropped his head onto the desk.
“No kidding, at least we made progress.”
Katsuki looks up, and Denki is now able to make out the dark circles under his eyes. He hasn’t slept in a while, and he’s definitely not accustomed to it. And then his golden eyes met vermillion ones, and didn’t leave for a long time.
It’s not often that one gets to look at Katsuki’s eyes. He’s like an aggressive dog, look him in the eyes for too long, and he’ll have to assert his dominance. Denki had always thought they were beautiful, and so unique. From what he’s read, there was a time when that didn’t exist. Back then the only eye colors were blue, green, hazel, and brown. Denki couldn’t imagine how boring that would be. Especially now. Those red eyes that were usually sharp and focused, were half lidded and relaxed now. He didn’t realize how long he’d been staring until he felt a warm touch on his cheek bone.
“Eyelash,” was all Katsuki said, but he never moved his hand off of denkis face. He just continued to brush his thumb over his cheekbone, so Denki, deciding to risk it, leaned into the touch, and saw the slightest bit of surprise in Katsuki's eyes, and he could have sworn there was some color in his cheeks.
He didn’t have time to think about that though, because slowly Katsuki was closing the distance between the two of them, and so was Denki, he came to realize. And in that moment, he learned how close they really had become.
Then their lips touched, and Denki lost all coherent thought.
Katsuki’s lips were so soft, and when denki lifted his hand to tangle it in the hairs at the nape of the other boy's neck he found that he was soft there too. Suddenly he wanted so much more of this soft touch.
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