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I once read a soulmate au fic where if you're close to your soulmate, you'll hear in your head the last song they listened to
Shinsou's living hell begins once he moves into the dorms. (On the other hand, Kaminari is probably getting to enjoy some Joji)
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So I didn’t write as much as I’d like for the shinkami shipweek :( buuuuut I did make this aesthetic board that I’m proud of lol and I wanted to share it (who made 💜💛 so aesthetically pleasing???)
(this doesn’t refer to a specific day/prompt, it’s just like a general aesthetic)
#shinkamiweek2020#shinkami#shindenki#kamishin#bnha#mha#aesthetic#💜💛#im actually really proud of this#love le aesthetic
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A Macha Made in Caffeine
ShinKami Week Day 7: Coffee Shops
better late than never at least, right?;;
@shinkami-shipweek
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Denki knows he’s an unbearable morning person, he’s been reminded of it his entire life. But there’s just something about the opening shift at Bakugou’s cafe that makes him even more boisterous.
Mina sighs as she flips the sign. She looks exhausted as she slips behind the counter and leans on Denki’s shoulder. Kirishima usually takes this shift with him, but he’s at a conference for the week.
“How do you do this every day?” she asks. Denki smiles, shrugging.
“Just a morning person, I guess,” he says. Mina shakes her head, standing up straight when the bell above the door jingles. She walks toward the register, but casts a disbelieving look over her shoulder.
“I’m a morning person. You’re a monster.”
Denki can’t hold in the full-bellied laugh as he steps into the back to pull the pastries from the oven. He delicately places croissants when the door jingles again. With a sunny grin he calls out without looking up.
“Welcome to King Explosion Koffee! We’ll be with you in just a moment.”
The person just hums. Not a morning person, then. Denki glances up and immediately freezes. It’s like everything happens in slow motion. He’s still holding the tray of croissants, Mina is handing a drink to a customer and nodding to the man who just walked in. He’s gorgeous and exactly Denki’s type and he’s about to miss his chance.
As if on instinct, Denki reaches out to tug Mina back toward him and drags her back into the kitchen. He sets the tray down and grips her shoulders.
“What was that?” she asks and Denki shakes her shoulders.
“Did you not see him, Mina? I need this,” he says. Mina frowns.
“The guy?” she asks, leaning out of the kitchen to look at tall, dark, and tired with a pout. “That’s your type, Kami? Really?”
“Just let me have this,” he says. Mina rolls her eyes, grabbing the tray of croissants and bumps their hips together as she steps out to finish setting them out behind the counter.
“It’s way too early for bi-panic, Kami. He’s all yours,” she says. Denki runs a hand through his hair, regrets it, tries to fix the mess he’s made, and then jolts toward the counter when he realizes that the guy is still waiting.
You’d think that being pretty popular would make him immune to the effects of drop-dead gorgeous people, but you would be wrong. Denki stumbles up to the counter, a sunny grin on his face as he leans in. He just has to flirt. He’s good at flirting.
He can do this.
“What can I getcha?” he asks. The guy’s eyes give him a quick once over before he sighs and closes his eyes.
“What’s the strongest drink you have?” he asks. Denki tilts his head.
“Probably the Ground Zero,” he says thoughtfully. The man nods.
“Great. I’ll have that in the biggest cup you have with an extra three shots.”
Denki pauses, brows furrowing, hands pausing over the register.
“Uh--are you okay?” he asks. The man blinks slowly.
“Depends on your definition,” he says. Denki pouts, typing in the order anyway.
“That’s not a very good answer,” he says. The man cracks a little grin at that and Denki feels a warm sense of accomplishment he wasn’t expecting. He grins back. “Not a morning person, then?”
The guy leans in and Denki’s breath catches. He smells good, too, which is definitely a crime against Denki’s sanity.
“Does it still count as morning if I’ve been up all night?”
Denki blinks and his eyes dart between Ground Zero Guy’s eyes and lips a few times. He might bite his lip, too, but it’s all a blur. He can’t be sure. If the smirk the guy shoots him is any indication, though, he definitely did and damn if that isn’t the most embarrassing thing he’s done in a while.
“Uh--well--I mean…” he trails off before the words really hit him and he stares into those violet eyes in shock. “Hold on, you’ve been up all night and now you’re getting coffee?”
He shrugs.
“Pretty typical Tuesday for me, actually.”
“Dude, I’m, like, super concerned about your health.”
The guy leaned in and Denki was about fifty percent sure it was because he was interested in him, but he couldn’t be sure. Not yet, anyway.
“I guess I’ll just have to keep coming by,” he says and Denki holds his breath. This dude is completely unfair. “Just so you can check up on me.”
Denki’s mouth is suddenly dry, his voice but a distant memory. He remembers the days when he could talk fondly. The days when he didn’t just stare at gorgeous people with violet eyes and lavender hair like a gaping fish.
Those were good days, he thinks.
“Yeah. I guess you will,” he breathes. The guy smirks as he leans away, waiting for something. Denki baltedly realizes he’s waiting to pay and get his drink. He fumbles with the register, taking the card he hands over and working on auto-pilot. “Can I get a name? For the cup?”
“Shinsou.”
Denki nods, writing it on the cup and shuffling to the machines. Mina is failing to hold in her giggles and Denki glares at her.
“If you don’t write your number on there I’m disowning you,” she whispers. “He’s totally into you.”
Denki frowns, looking between the cup and Shinsou. He’s typing something on his phone, completely casual nonchalance. It’s unfair. He bites his lip, looking back to Mina.
“What if he’s just like that?”
Mina squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.
“Kami, he keeps looking at you. And when you turned around he definitely looked at your ass.”
“He did?”
“Yes!” she said, shaking him and looking pointedly at the cup. “Now write your number on there!”
Denki nods, scribbling his number on the cup frantically before making the coffee. He puts the extra shots in, but he still grimaces as he thinks about how much caffeine Shinsou is about to consume.
He takes a steadying breath before turning to Shinsou and holding the cup out over the counter. Shinsou takes it and their fingers brush and Denki nearly drops the cup all over Shinsou’s shirt. Scrubs?
Denki hadn’t even noticed that. He’s wearing scrubs. Denki’s stomach flutters and he doesn’t want to think about why.
Denki throws on his best smile when Shinsou looks up at him again. If he just keeps smiling he can make it through his conversation.
“Have a good day,” he says. “Come again soon!”
Shinsou smirks, humming with a little nod. He walks out the door and Denki can finally take a breath, his heart racing in his chest. He might not survive another conversation with Shinsou.
But he doesn’t know that he minds, either.
Continue on Ao3!
#kamishin#shinkami#shinkamiweek2020#shinsou hitoshi#kaminari denki#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#coffee shop au#fanfic#my writing#jdwrites#ashido mina#fanfiction
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day 1: soulmates
casual reminder that I love shinkami
#shinkamiweek2020#shinkami#soulmate au#art#doodle#ink#artist#drawing#doodles#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#inkdrawing#hands are hard
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Day Two for @shinkami-shipweek : First Kiss
Bonus:
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#hitoshi shinsou#denki kaminari#shinkami#kamishin#shinkamiweek2020
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Shinkami Week Day 3 - Domestic
Wanted to draw some older Shinkami today but they look barely 18 or 19 :/
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Commissions - DO NOT REPOST - Instagram
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Pulsing. It's always pulsing, when Denki presses his hand against Hitoshi's.
The light -- soft summer yellow -- radiates from his wrist like a glowstick. His soulmark. Half evolution-borne fluorescence, half magic. Denki stares at it in the dark of their intimacy, watches it wane and breathe to life again in a span of a few seconds, like an ember fed by the wind.
"I wish I could live in this moment forever," He whispers, cheek pressed against a pillow.
Hitoshi, face illluminated by the lilac glow of his wrist, brings Denki's hand to his lips. Their soulmarks beat brighter in unison.
"You know what to do," Hitoshi says.
Denki tightens his grip on his hand. Hitoshi loosens his, and lets go.
The light dies out in a single blink as Hitoshi rises from the bed. Denki gasps like he'd been struck, following his soulmate with his body. With his everything.
"Please," Denki trembles, "It's not too late for you."
A smile quickly pulls at Hitoshi's lips. "Not too late, huh," A huff. "Don't beg. That's not what heroes are supposed to do."
"I'll do anything for you--"
"Then come with me," Hitoshi cuts him off, hand outstretched. "Come with me."
Denki twitches, hesitates. He grabs his wrist tight, knuckles turning white, and avoids his eyes.
Hitoshi's hand drops back to his side, untaken. Something misty and black materializes behind him in the dim of Denki's room -- and in an instant, he is gone, swallowed whole.
Denki keeps gripping his wrist long after his lover had gone. It pulses -- the pain pulses, bone deep with unlit fluorescence, but he holds on.
He has to.
Day one, soulmates
@shinkami-shipweek
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Date:April 2nd-April 8th
Prompts:
Day 1:Texting
Day 2:Fake dating
Day 3:Beach
Day 4:Rain
Day 5:Cuddles
Day 6:Paint
Day 7:Home
Rules
No nsfw,even jokes
No genderbends or ciswaps.Transmasc and nonbinary headcanons welcome!
All for of media welcome!Fanfic,art,edits,etc.Even memes and shitposts!
Tag your works as #shinkamiweek2020 so that i may reblog them.Feel free to @ me in your submission as well
Late entries okay
Bkdk shippers welcome!
Have fun
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You and Me and Everything in Between
You And Me And Everything In Between
by hushie
For shinkamiweek2020 (my first ship week challenge!)
Come yell at me on tumblr @hushnow-hun
Words: 2185, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi
Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi
Additional Tags: ShinKami Week 2020, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, that soulmate color au, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, how do timezones work
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25240696
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You And Me And Everything In Between
by hushie
For shinkamiweek2020 (my first ship week challenge!)
Come yell at me on tumblr @hushnow-hun
Words: 2185, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi
Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi
Additional Tags: ShinKami Week 2020, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, that soulmate color au, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, how do timezones work
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/25240696
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Kabedon but Shinsou actually follows through with the kiss
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Are You Kitten Me?
For shinkamiweek2020. Day 4: College
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25302205
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“Kaminari, you’ll never guess what,” Shinsou said, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Kaminari was laying on the bed on his front, phone in hand. He peered at Shinsou curiously over his shoulder. “What?”
Careful not to jostle his backpack too much, Shinsou sat on his bed across from his roommate, who was still looking at him expectantly. He unzipped the bag and a pair of round, yellow eyes blinked up at him. “Hey there, girl,” he whispered, gingerly lifting the cat out and putting her on his bed.
“What?” Shinsou looked up to see a gleeful look slowly spreading on Kaminari’s face. “You did not,” he breathed out, sitting up and leaning closer.
A corner of Shinsou’s mouth quirked up. “I did.”
“Oh my god. You brought a cat to our dorm.” He stared at the cat, who for the most part had gotten over Kaminari and was now craning her neck this way and that, surveying their room.
Shinsou extended a finger and she sniffed it briefly, before hopping off the bed. “It’s fine,” he said absently. “It’s not like anyone was there when I came in. Nobody saw my mysteriously wriggling backpack.” Shinsou had speedwalked all the way to their dorm room nonetheless, not too keen on taking chances.
“Can I pet her?” Kaminari asked suddenly.
Shinsou gestured offhandedly. “Go for it. She’s pretty friendly. She didn’t even try to scratch me when I found her.”
Kaminari scooped the cat off the floor and into his arms, cooing softly. Almost instantly, she melted into it, purring when he rubbed a finger on her head. “Found her where?”
“On the way back to campus,” Shinsou answered vaguely. He had spotted the cat sitting by a lamppost when he stepped out the convenience store nearby, blinking back at him. When she butted her head against his knee after he crouched down to pet her, that was it. There was just no way he was gonna leave her there.
“She’s surprisingly well kept for a stray,” Kaminari mused, running a hand over her black fur.
Shinsou hummed, dropping his bag to the floor next to his bed. “Maybe she just got lost recently.”
“You didn’t steal someone’s pet, did you?” Kaminari asked, eyebrows shooting up.
“She doesn’t have a collar,” Shinsou said defensively. Hang on. Don’t tell him the cat could’ve belonged to the nice old man who owned the convenience store. Oh, it’d be even worse if he actually saw Shinsou taking his cat.
The cat meowed loudly, effectively cutting off his train of thought. She squirmed out of Kaminari’s hold and started pacing around the room.
“Do you think she’s hungry?” Kaminari asked.
“Er.” Shinsou blinked. “Must be. You got any cat food on you by any chance?”
Kaminari gave him a weird look. “Dude, did you think this through at all?”
Well. That’s fair. Shinsou wouldn’t call himself an impulsive person, but apparently all that rationale goes out the window when faced with a pair of whiskers. He shrugged at Kaminari.
The cat let out a loud meow again, walking in a circle. Maybe they could give her one of Kaminari’s granola bars for now. She’d like that, right?
Before he could offer the suggestion, there was a knock on the door. Shinsou exchanged wide-eyed looks with Kaminari.
After a beat, Shinsou dove to grab the cat, but she yelped and skittered under the bed, narrowly escaping Kaminari’s hands as well.
The knock came again. “Kaminari? Is everything alright in there?” Iida.
“Everything’s fine!” Kaminari said. He kept shooting panicked glances at the door while moving up to give Shinsou space as he got on all fours and peered under the bed. The cat blended well in the dark space, but Shinsou could still see the wary glint in her eyes as she crouched in the corner.
Iida’s voice came again. “I thought I heard a cat in there.”
“No you didn’t,” Kaminari said, voice comically pitched. Shinsou almost threw a lamp at him. Instead, he settled for gesturing wildly at him to answer the door. Kaminari gestured something back, making faces at him. Shinsou crossed his arms and Kaminari groaned silently, muttering something under his breath before going to the door.
“Iida!” he greeted. The door was open just wide enough for him to pop his head out. From where he’s down next to the bed, Shinsou ran no risk of being seen. He ducked his head down to look at the cat again, if only to keep an eye on her so she doesn’t suddenly dash towards the door. He can’t get her out from under the bed without a guarantee that Iida won’t hear.
“Don’t worry about it. That was just me,” Kaminari said, gripping the door’s edge with the hand above his head. Most likely to keep blocking the view of their room.
Iida sounded skeptical. “That was you meowing?”
“Yup!” Kaminari gave a nervous laugh.
“Why?”
This seemed to catch Kaminari off guard. “I mean, you know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s like, nya.” He pawed the air.
Shinsou had to muffle his snicker.
“Oh, well, alright then.” Iida sounded like he didn’t know what to do with that information.
“Leave him be, Iida.” Was that Sero? How many people were out there? “Kaminari probably just likes that kind of thing.”
Kaminari nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yeah! Thanks, Sero— wait.” Shinsou couldn’t see his face, but he was willing to bet Kaminari was narrowing his eyes at his black-haired friend. “What do you mean by that?”
Sero snickered. “Is Shinsou in there with you?”
“What?” Kaminari’s voice had gone a pitch up again. “No, he’s not— hey!” He was now trying to shut the door, using both his hand and knee. “Stop it! He’s not here! He went out to buy some stuff a while ago.”
Sero laughed, giving up on trying to barge his way in. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”
“Sero!” Iida chided. “If I’m thinking what you’re thinking, and what you’re thinking is correct, then we shouldn’t interrogate Kaminari like this! It’s plain rude.”
“You know what? I’ll see you guys later!” Kaminari shut the door with finality.
Shinsou had moved back to his bed after feeling the strong urge to sit down. He watched Kaminari drop on the bed across from him, the tips of his ears red. The silence stretched between them. “Well,” he said eventually, clearing his throat. “That took a turn for the worse.”
Shinsou bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Easy for you to say,” he said, huffing. He finally looked over at Shinsou and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You don’t have to deal with him on a daily basis.”
Shinsou swatted the hand away. Keeping his tone light, he said, “So you’re saying he does that on a daily basis?”
“I—“ Kaminari caught the look on his face and chucked a pillow at him. “Anyways!” he said, clapping his hand loudly. “So that was reason number one on why we can’t possibly keep her.”
Right on cue, the cat crept out from under the bed, peering up at them. Shinsou sighed, leaning back on his hands. “I know, but I figured we could keep her here until someone claims her.”
“Still a bad idea,” kaminari said in a sing-song voice.
“It’s an idea.” Shinsou picked up the cat and placed her back on his bed.
“Well, what if no one claims her?”
Shinsou thought this over. “I could always bring her to my dad. There’s no way he’d refuse.” Aizawa’s brought home his fair share of felines after all. Hizashi should be pretty used to it by now too.
Kaminari hummed, settling on his back. “We should probably give her a name,” he said after a while. “If she’s gonna be staying here for a bit, I can’t just keep calling her ‘Cat’.”
“It’s not the worse name.” At kaminari’s raised eyebrow, Shinsou added, “It’s definitely accurate. We won’t be mistaking her for something else.” Kaminari gave a snort at that, and Shinsou continued petting the cat. “Anything in mind?”
“How ‘bout Muffin?”
“Muffin?” Shinsou said incredulously. The cat glanced at Kaminari briefly, before going back to inspecting the bed sheet.
“Hmm, Belle?”
“Can’t we pick a name that would actually suit her?”
“Yeah?” Kaminari propped himself up on his elbow, a lazy grin on his face. “What would you name her then? Ebony? Eclipse? Moon Shadow?”
“Oh, fuck off—"
#shinkamiweek2020#shinkami#shindenki#kamishin#bnha#mha#shinsou hitoshi#kaminari denki#college au#these bois are dumbasses change my mind
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Chasing Your Heart
ShinKami Week Day 6: Hurt/Comfort
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Denki meticulously crops a picture of himself and Hitoshi to set as his new phone background. They’d actually been able to work a job together the past week and Denki is still giddy about it. He smiles softly as he looks over Hitoshi’s face. Somber and tired. But there’s a little amusement there, too. It’s always in his eyes.
“Kami, seriously?” Mina asks, face appearing over his shoulder and making him jump. He nearly throws his phone across the room and glares at her, holding it close to his chest.
“What the hell, Mina?” he asks, trying to calm his heart as he turns in his chair to face her. She stands up and pops her hip out with a pout. Sero and Kirishima loom just a few feet back, watching him. Sero looks amused, but Kirishima just looks worried.
“You’ve been in love with Shinsou since first year,” she says. Which is true. He can’t exactly deny that, but he doesn’t react, raising an eyebrow. Waiting. She throws her hands up in the air with a sigh. “It’s been ten years, Kami! You can’t pine like this forever. You’re just hurting yourself at this point.”
Denki pinches the bridge of his nose. He wants to tell them. He’s wanted to tell people for years, but he knows what Hitoshi’s life is like. What is work is like. He’s not going to throw him into the spotlight like that. Not with the squad’s agency getting so much attention since Bakugou became the #2 hero. Still, the silver ring hanging around his neck gets heavier. He wants to reach for it, but he refrains. Instead he laughs, smiling just a little too wide.
“Mina, I appreciate it, but I really--” he starts, but Kirishima steps forward. His eyes are so sympathetic and it makes Denki’s stomach twist.
“We’re worried about you, dude.” He gently places a hand on Denki’s shoulder, which Denki doesn’t shake off, even though he really just wants to get out of his conversation as quickly as possible. He chuckles, trying desperately to lighten the mood as his smile shrinks a little.
“And I get that. I really, really do.”
“Do you?” Sero asks, looking far less amused now. They all look so sympathetic and for just a second he wishes that his friends cared a little less. Just so that they wouldn’t spend so much time worrying about him. “We just want you to be happy. And...it doesn’t seem like you are.”
Denki’s smile turns soft and genuine as he slumps his shoulders and shakes his head.
“No, I’m happy,” he says. All three of them look like they want to refute that, but he turns back to them. “I really am. I swear. Right now...this is just for the best.”
“What’s for the best?” Kirishima asks. Denki sees Bakugou enter the room, take one look at the group and roll his eyes as he waits by the door. Denki bites the inside of his cheek. Hitoshi will probably be annoyed at him, but he speaks anyway.
“I’ve...already told him how I feel,” he says. Not technically a lie. He tells Hitoshi how he feels every day. Mina’s eyes widen, leaping forward to grab Denki’s shoulders and shake him.
“Seriously?” she asks, shaking him faster. “And you didn’t tell us?”
Denki shakes his head, looking to the side.
“It’s...complicated,” he says. Bakugou scoffs from the door and Denki tries very hard not to flinch.
“What does that mean?” Sero asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Denki really needs to get out of this conversation, but he knows it’s been coming for months. Years, even. Denki sighs.
“It’s just...not a good time,” he says. “Hi--Shinsou’s underground and I don’t want to throw him into the spotlight. It would be really hard for him to work if his quirk becomes common knowledge.” At least that’s the truth. Sero frowns as Mina glares.
“Did he tell you that?” she asks. Denki shakes his head.
“No! He didn’t say that, I...made the decision on my own,” he says. “I love him. And I can wait for him.”
“So you’re just putting your life on hold until he decides he’s ready?” Sero asks. Denki’s really messing this up. He shakes his head again.
“It’s not like that!”
Kirishima, Sero, and Mina start talking at the same time and it’s not until Bakugou grabs him by the arm and yanks him out of the room that he realizes he doesn’t know what any of them said. Bakugou looks him up and down before rolling his eyes, coming to a stop by the front doors of the agency.
“You know that you’re the only one who cares about keeping your relationship a secret, right?” he asks. Denki frowns. The others didn’t follow them, so he deflates, leaning back against the wall and reaching up to clutch at his wedding ring, hanging on a chain around his neck.
“What are you talking about?”
“Eyebags is only playing along with this secret marriage shit because you want it. You get that, right?”
“I’m doing this for Hitoshi.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t ask you to.”
“You don’t get it, Kacchan.”
Bakugou slams his fist on the wall beside Denki’s head and he jumps, meeting Bakugou’s bright eyes. He’s angry, but he also looks worried. Denki tries not to think about it. Too many people are worried, too many people are upset and it's his fault.
“Then explain it to me.”
“Hitoshi spent his whole life wanting to be a hero and being told that he couldn’t,” Denki says. Bakugou narrows his eyes, losing patience. “He’s establishing himself and he’s a good hero.”
“He can’t be a good hero and be publicly married to you?” Bakugou snaps and Denki shrinks.
“I’m...too public. All his work as an underground hero would be set back because of me. And I won’t let that happen.”
Bakugou growls, fist tightening beside Denki’s head.
“This is gonna bite you in the ass, Pikachu.”
“I appreciate your unwavering support, Kacchan,” Denki says, slipping away from Bakugou and stepping out the front doors. He’d changed into civilian clothes before his impromptu interrogation, but he left his jacket when Bakugou dragged him out of the room. He shivers. It’s not freezing, but the autumn breeze this late at night isn’t pleasant. He crosses his arms and picks up his pace.
Bakugou is the only one who knows that he and Hitoshi have been together since high school. He was their witness when they got married five years ago, too. Hitoshi had been skeptical, but Denki knows how good he is at keeping secrets. The only other people who know are Hitoshi’s parents. And his sister. If those parents happen to be two of their teachers from high school, well, Denki’s had a decade to come to terms with Aizawa being his father-in-law.
He shakes his head, walking faster. He just wants to be home.
continue on AO3
#kamishin#shinkami#shinkamiweek2020#kaminari denki#shinsou hitoshi#my writing#fanfic#bnha#mha#hurt/comfort#blood#violence#major character injury#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#jdwrites#bakugou katsuki#ashido mina#sero hanta#kirishima eijirou
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day 3: domestic
super simply colored boyfriend cuddles in the kitchen bc that’s what they deserve.
#art#doodle#ink#artist#drawing#doodles#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#inkdrawing#shinkamiweek2020#shinkami#kamishin
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Day One for @shinkami-shipweek : Soulmates
Based on a Soulmates AU in which everything is black and white until you've met your soulmate.
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#hitoshi shinsou#denki kaminari#shinkami#kamishin#shinkamiweek2020
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light up my world
For shinkamiweek2020. Day 1: soulmates.
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25240696
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In all the years he’s lived, Shinsou’s life stays pretty much the same. Same apartment, same appearance, same circle of friends (if he counts the people Midoriya has him tag along with when he drags Shinsou with him to night-outs).
It’s not a big deal. He’s made a routine and he’s sticking to it. There’s comfort, he finds, in going through the same motions, in knowing how the day ends when he gets out of bed first thing in the morning. It’s cool.
Alright, so maybe he wants a little more. Maybe he lies awake at night sometimes, with nothing but the dull, whitish light creeping in from his window for company, and thinks about just how empty his apartment really is. Thinks that it wouldn’t be so bad having someone with him, someone to come home to at the end of the day.
A soulmate. He’s talking about a soulmate. His soulmate.
God.
It’s not like he doesn’t believe in it. He totally does— he’s seen it happen a dozen times now. Two people touch (even if it’s just the barest graze of hand against skin), and then that pause of awe and shock, that caught breath, that quiet gasp. They say it’s like your whole world just lights up, the colors seeping into everything like paint onto canvas.
It sounds so wonderful, but Shinsou’s not sure if it’s for him.
It’s like— how can he explain it? He doesn’t think he’s ready for it. Doesn’t think he’ll ever be, if truth be told. Having a soulmate is one thing but being with them is another, and Shinsou doesn’t want to fuck it up. He doesn’t want to face disappointment, or worse, fear. He doesn’t want to be the reason why his supposed other half wouldn’t want to be with him.
So it’s fine. He keeps to himself, tries to keep the touching to a minimum. He throws himself into his routine and tries to make the best of things. Same old, same old.
-
For the most part, it’s still dark out, but that doesn’t bother him. Shinsou knows this trail like the back of his hands. Usually, the only people he’d encounter on his morning run are other joggers, plus that one old man a few blocks down who always waters his plants first thing.
This time though there’s a boy in the park. He’s out there in the field all by himself playing, of all things, baseball. Why someone would think it’s a good idea to play baseball by themselves before the sun’s even come up is beyond Shinsou, but he’s not here to judge.
He tries to keep his staring inconspicuous as he jogs steadily past the boy, and watches quietly as he sent the ball sailing into the net. There isn’t much force behind it, but it’s not like he’s playing a real game anyway.
Shaking his head, Shinsou focuses once more on the path before him, on the familiar rhythm of feet pounding against dirt. The air is cool against his skin, and Shinsou breathes it in deeply, the scent of trees and local flora soothing him down to the bone.
He had felt particularly restless when he woke up this morning for no reason at all. Eventually, he grew tired of turning and shifting in his sheets and decided to start the day a little earlier than usual. It was a good call. Just being out here by himself has already washed out the pent-up ener—
Something blunt hits him right in the back of his head and Shinsou, caught off guard, stumbles over a tree root and hits the ground with an emphatic, “Fuck!”
He stays sprawled there, feeling the dull, barely-there ache in his head and a stinging on his right palm. For a second, he tries to think whether or not he was being mugged, when a baseball rolls innocuously into view.
Sighing his heaviest sigh today (and it’s not even 6:00 yet) he turns to see Baseball Guy stumbling out of the shrubs, looking panicked. When he sees Shinsou on the ground, his face falls even more.
“I— shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He reaches out with a hand, but Shinsou waves him off, moving into a sitting position.
“I’m fine,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes on the ground. After checking that his earphones were fine, he pockets them and looks up at Baseball Guy, who had not calmed down in the slightest.
“Are you sure? I really am so sorry! I didn’t think I’d hit it that hard. And I don’t know how it just veered off course like that!”
Shinsou was about to say something biting about his clearly abysmal aiming when he actually got a good look at Baseball Guy. He’s hunched over Shinsou, his light-colored hair hanging over brows pulled into a worried frown, pulling at his lip with his teeth. His hand, still hanging hesitantly between them, twitches like he wants to help Shinsou up, or maybe to touch the spot where the ball hit his head.
He’s, dare he say, kinda cute.
Slowly, Shinsou reaches behind him to feel his head. There’s still that dull ache, but that’s all it is. Nonetheless, Shinsou makes a big show of wincing.
“Well,” he says lowly, moving his hand down to rub the back of his neck. “That was a solid hit. Good to know you can play.” His lips quirk when the guy drops fully down to his level, looking even more frantic.
“Oh god, you— you don’t have a concussion, do you?”
Baseball Guy just looks so worried. Shinsou has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the smile off his face. If he works it up a little, he could get this guy to buy him coffee, he muses. And then froze, because his brain was suddenly bombarding him with, Date? Like a date? Coffee for a date?
(It’s really not. Nope nope nope nope. No.)
(No!)
Suddenly thrown off-balance by his own train of thought, Shinsou just nods absently at whatever Baseball Guy was saying. It wasn’t until the boy leaned closer and held his hands out towards Shinsou’s head expectantly that he realized what was being asked.
“Er,” he says, but when he saw the guy hesitate, Shinsou curses himself and tilts his head down obligingly, determined to get this over with. Baseball Guy was wearing a plain black t-shirt, not too fit nor too loose, and Shinsou tries not to think about how close he was to his chest. The guy sifts his fingers into Shinsou’s hair with surprising gentleness, prodding at the spot where the dull ache is. Damn my traitor brain, Shinsou thinks as he wills a blush to disappear. Forget the coffee not-date because he is gonna book it out of here once Baseball Guy is done.
But he’s been still and quiet for a while now.
“Shit,” Shinsou mumbles. ”Don’t tell me it’s bleeding.” He looks up and sucks in a sharp breath.
Because there are colors. Everywhere, the black and white and washed-out gray fading away slowly.
And his soulmate. He looks exactly how Shinsou feels, his jaw slack with awe and disbelief as he stares at the sun peeking out over the roofs, the day’s colors starting to spread across the sky.
His soulmate’s hair looks a lot like the sun, but… brighter somehow, even in the pale morning light. Bright and vibrant and alive, like his eyes, like the flush in his cheeks.
“Shit,” Shinsou breathes out, his chest tight. It feels too much even though it’s not. He can’t imagine ever getting enough of this.
The boy’s gaze snaps back to him, like he’s suddenly remembered he was there, and Shinsou just stares back with wide eyes, feeling caught. He can’t put a name to the emotions flitting so rapidly across his soulmate’s face, even if his life depends on it.
“I…” The guy trailed off. The smallest hum of electricity skids across his bare arm, crackling—his quirk, Shinsou realizes. His soulmate runs a hand over it almost absentmindedly and doesn’t stop looking at Shinsou, his lips parted a fraction. Shinsou swallows, and his bright eyes follow the movement.
His jolts suddenly, startling both of them. “Oh god, I just hit you. I just hit my soulmate with a baseball to the head.”
Before Shinsou could react, his soulmate takes his head in his hands and tilts it down, raising himself up on his knees to take a better look at it. He was already rambling. “I— no, I think you’re good? You’re not bleeding or anything. I don’t even feel any swelling. Gah, this is just so embarrassing,” he added the last bit under his breath.
He let go of his head only to grab Shinsou by the shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. “Does it still hurt? Sorry, I’m not really good at this kind of stuff. Do you want to get it checked out or something?”
Shinsou stared wide-eyed at his soulmate, who was looking back at him with such an earnest and worried—and nervous—expression. He couldn’t help it. He laughed, something light settling into his chest and filling him with sudden exhiliration.
When the guy’s eyebrows shot up, Shinsou rushed to clarify, grabbing the hand still placed on his shoulder. He gave it a small squeeze. “I feel fine. It doesn’t even hurt that much,” he admitted.
But this only made his soulmate frown more. “But you looked in pain earlier.”
“That’s… I… was just teasing you?”
The guy blinks and huffs out a startled laugh, throwing his head back. Shinsou eased back on his sitting position and just gazed at him, at the way the early morning light played on his features, drawing Shinsou in even more. My soulmate, he thinks, half giddily and half still in disbelief. The feeling in his chest hasn’t gone away.
The guy releases a breath and stares back at him. “My name’s Denki. Kaminari Denki, but feel free to call me Denki,” he says, a crooked grin in place.
Shinsou could feel his own lips tug into a smile. “Shinsou Hitoshi, but feel free to call me Hitoshi.”
“Hitoshi,” Denki whispers, sounding out the name. He grins.
Denki stands up and brushes himself off, offering a hand and pulling Shinsou to his feet. He lets go after a second too long. “You know, this didn’t go how I thought it would,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No?” Shinsou says, amused.
Denki shakes his head softly. “Nah.” He spots something on top of Shinsou’s head and, as he makes to reach towards him again, he hesitates. “You have a…” He gestures to his own hair.
Shinsou tilts his head down just a bit (he’s taller by a few inches) and Denki plucks a leaf from it. “How’d that get there?” Shinsou mumbles, still looking at Denki.
As he tosses the leaf away with a flick of the wrist, Denki says, in his best casual tone, “I feel like I should make it up to you. You know, for the terrible first impression.”
“What about the almost head injury?” Shinsou raises a brow.
Denki scoffs. “Thought you said you were fine.” He punches him in the shoulder jokingly. When Shinsou raises the same brow again, he flushed and ducked his head away, mumbling something under his breath.
“So I was thinking,” he began, rubbing his neck. “My place is nearby. You could come over and I could patch that up.” He nods at Shinsou’s hand. He’d almost forgotten the scrape he’d gotten earlier when he fell. “Plus, I could cook us both breakfast. I’ll make the Kaminari Denki special! What do you say?”
Shinsou hums and pretends to think on it just to watch Denki squirm. “I don’t know,” he drawled. “Is there a chaperone?”
Denki’s eyes goes wide. “No! I mean, my roommate should be there, yeah, but that’s not what I meant! I just— I thought I could maybe make you breakfast as an apology, or something,” he stammers.
“Or something?” Shinsou repeats, his smile broadening.
Denki hides his face in his hands. “Oh my god.”
Shinsou laughs. “Relax, Denki. I’m kidding,” he says, enjoying the blush spreading to the tips of the bright-haired boy’s ears. “Yeah,” he adds softly. “Yes, I’ll go.”
Denki’s answering grin is bright and fills him head to toe with warmth. “Great!”
The sun has risen higher in the span of time they spent standing there in the middle of a dirt trail. Shinsou could see so much more colors now and it only feels a tad bit disorienting. Mostly he’s still drunk on happiness and exhilaration, and he laps up the way the light shines on all the new colors. But even more so, he can’t keep his eyes away from Denki too long, who was now pulling him along and asking what he wanted for breakfast and talking about his disaster-riddled, self-taught journey on learning to cook.
The sunlight looks better on him than on anything else.
#shinkamiweek2020#shinkami#shindenki#kamishin#shinsou hitoshi#kaminari denki#soulmate au#colors appear au#is this late??#i am so sorry#take my trash#bnha#mha
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