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burningablaze · 1 year

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Shinsou x Kaminari - Sleepy Shinsou vs… KTT?

Summary: Shinsou always had been having trouble sleeping and can’t seem to find a way to get himself to sleep especially if his neck is full of hero work stuff. Now it’s up to Kaminari to figure out a solution

Lee: Shinsou

Ler: Kaminari

Words: 1,490

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Shinsou could barely get any sleep. No matter what he did – warm milk, sleeping pills, meditation, listening to calming music - nothing was working. He would rarely get more than a few nights of good sleep, but all the other times had been hell to try. Ever since Shinsou had switched to the hero course, he was feeling so frustrated and exhausted that he decided to seek out help from his boyfriend, Kaminari.

Kaminari knocked on Shinsou’s door and let himself into his room. “Hey, how’s my purple-haired boyfriend doing?” He smiled widely. Shinsou was sitting on his bed, looking through a textbook with absolute tiresome eyes. He looked up at Kaminari and sighed heavily.

“Kaminari, I’m not in the mood for whatever you have planned.” He said. Kaminari slammed his hand over his heart and gasped dramatically. “Whatever do you mean?!”

Shinsou rolled his eyes. “I meant if your planning on pranking me or try to play rough on me. I’m too tired for that right now.”

Kaminari stepped closer to the bed and ruffled Shinsou’s hair. He smiled softly. “That’s not why I’m here. I’m just here to see how you’re doing. You look like you’ve been studying for ages. Do you want some help?”

Shinsou smiled and shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I just need a break.” He closed his book and set it aside. Kaminari smiled and plopped down next to him on the bed.

“Well then, let’s have a break together. How about a movie night? I can make us some ramen real quick and have a mini-marathon.” Kaminari grinned, happy to have cheered up his boyfriend.

Shinsou smiled. “That’s very sweet, D, but I can’t,” He covered his mouth to let out a yawn, “But I have to study for the hero course.” Kaminari raised his eyebrow. “On an almost late Saturday night?” “Well, it’s not like I could sleep anyway; I… what did you say?”

Before letting Kaminari answer, Shinsou quickly got off his bed and checked his clock, then drew open the curtains. It was completely dark outside. “Uh, Shinsou?” Kaminari asked. “Crap, I’ve been studying for that long?” Shinsou asked himself.

He rubbed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I should call it a night. I can finish studying tomorrow.” Kaminari watched Shinsou sit back on the bed, defeated. “It’s alright. You can take a break,” He said. “You’ve been working really hard, and you deserve some rest.” Shinsou smiled gratefully and nodded.

“Thanks, Kaminari. I’m gonna take a break. Maybe I’ll hit the showers.” He got up and stretched his arms, yawning. Kaminari smiled and nodded. Shinsou started packing his books away and placed them on his desk. “Good idea, you go enjoy those showers. I’ll be right here.”

Shinsou smiled and gave Kaminari a kiss before leaving. As he made his way to the showers, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. He needed the break, and he was thankful for Kaminari’s understanding.

He stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away his tension and fatigue. He allowed himself to relax and just let his mind wander for a while. After a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower and dried off. He felt revitalized, with a renewed sense of energy. He made his way back to his dorm room, feeling more relaxed.

Kaminari smiled at him as he sat down on the bed. “Feeling better?” He asked, running his fingers through Shinsou’s wet hair. “Yeah, thanks,” Shinsou said. “I’m glad I took the break.”

Kaminari smiled. “So, what do you want to do? I know it’s kinda late, and you’re probably tired.”

“Yeah, about that.” Shinsou looked at him, hesitating for a moment. “I have trouble sleeping. I was just so piled with hero course work, and I feel like I don’t get much sleep.”

Kaminari gasped. “I got the perfect solution!” “You do?” Shinsou asked. “Uh, duh! Here, lie down on your stomach.” “Oookay,”

Kaminari straddled Shinsou’s back and started to knead his shoulders. He worked in slow, gentle circles, feeling the tension in Shinsou’s muscles dissipates. “See? This should help you relax and make it easier to sleep tonight,” He said.

Shinsou moaned in pleasure, feeling his body sink into the mattress. “That feels so good,” He said. “How did you know how to do this?”

Kaminari chuckled. “Mina taught me a few times and showed me a couple of things too.” He continued massaging Shinsou's shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath his hands. He could feel Shinsou's body relaxing more and more with each passing minute.

“You have really good hands,” Shinsou murmured, his voice drowsy.

Kaminari laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Thanks,” He said. “I'm glad I could help.” He moved his hands to Shinsou's lower back, applying more pressure and kneading in slow circles. “Is this okay?” He asked.

Shinsou nodded. “Yeah, it's really nice,” He said.

Kaminari smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He continued to massage Shinsou, taking his time and making sure that he was really taking the time to relax and unwind. “Almost done, just one more thing I need to do,” Kaminari said as he started to glide his nails ever so slightly down Shinsou’s back.

Shinsou smiled, and his back formed goosebumps. He shifted his body a little. He arched his back as he chuckled in his throat. Kaminari smirked and kept scratching Shinsou’s back lightly. “Something wrong, Toshi?”

“N-Nothing,” Shinsou shuffled his body and trying so hard to contain his giggles, but the tickly scratches were getting to him.

Kaminari snickered and leaned in, his lips lightly brushing against Shinsou's ear as he whispered, “You know you can't hide it.”

Shinsou felt his face heat up, and he squirmed out of Kaminari’s grip, covering his face in embarrassment. “St-Stop it,” He stammered, unable to keep the laughter from bubbling up in his throat.

“I know there’s a sweet spot riiiight here,” Kaminari gently scratched between Shinsou’s shoulder blades. “Nohohohoho plehehehease! Not my shoulder blahahahades!” Shinsou tried grabbing Kaminari’s wrists, but he couldn’t reach around his back.

“So, you don’t like it when I do this?” Kaminari asked, tickling a little faster. “No, no, no!” Shinsou exclaimed as he squirmed. Kaminari laughed. “You have to admit, Shinsou, this has to be your favorite spot, even though it tickles a lot.”

“Nohohoho, it isn’t! Ahahahahahahaha!” Shinsou smothered his face in his pillow and laughed away. “But your giggles are so cute! The way you squeal and the way you get so flustered~.”

Shinsou couldn’t stop blushing. Kaminari continued tickling Shinsou, watching in amusement as he squirmed and tried to get away. “You’re so easy to tease, Shinsou! It's like you can't help but be ticklish.” Shinsou's face was still buried in his pillow, but Kaminari could hear his laughter and gasps.

“S-Stop it! I’m gonna- Ahahahahaha!” Shinsou hiccuped and laughed, his body shaking uncontrollably. “You're gonna what, huh? I didn’t catch that.” Kaminari teased. Shinsou tried to speak, but his words were muffled in the pillow. Kaminari just laughed and kept tickling him, knowing full well that Shinsou would never be able to get away.

“Nohohohoho! Dehehehenki!” Shinsou tried to roll away, but Kaminari held him firmly in place. “You know you can’t escape me~,” He said. “S-Stop! I give up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!” Shinsou laughed out loud.

After a few more minutes, he finally stopped and lightly patted Shinsou's back. “All done,” he said. Shinsou breathed heavily with a smile on his face. “Feel better?” “No!” Shinsou said, rolling over to look at him.

“How is tickling me going to help?” Shinsou asked. Kaminari held out his hand with three fingers up. “Three, two, one,”

At the perfect time, Shinsou yawned. Kaminari smiled, “See? Tickling, or something I like to call it, KTT, is a great way to destress and relax. Shinsou smiled, his cheeks still flushed from the laughter. “Yeah, yeah, now get off of me.” He said and pushed Kaminari off his back. Kaminari chuckled.

“Wait, what’s KTT?” Shinsou asked. “Kaminari’s Tickle Tactic. It works on tired boyfriends.” Kaminari laughed afterward. Shinsou shook his head. “You're such a dork.” He said. Kaminari grinned. “But you love me.”

“Maybe a little,” Shinsou admitted, before he leaned forward and kissed Kaminari on the lips.

Kaminari smiled into the kiss, and when they finally pulled away, he said, “Now that’s the kind of reaction I was looking for!” “Shut up!”

Kaminari ran his fingers through Shinsou’s hair, getting him to relax a bit more. “Get some rest, okay?”

Shinsou nodded and closed his eyes, sinking into the mattress and drifting off to sleep. Kaminari watched him for a few moments before turning off the lights and heading back to his own bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that he had been able to help Shinsou relax.

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tsumuus · 1 month

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Denki Kaminari prided himself on being a people person. It wasn’t just something he did- it was who he was. Making friends came as naturally to him as breathing. His smile had a way of disarming even the coldest of hearts, and his light-hearted jokes could break the ice in any situation. People liked him, and he liked people. Life was easier that way.

But then there was you.

You, who never seemed to be swept away by his easygoing charm or his knack for making others laugh. You, who met his playful banter with a polite smile but never much more. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him- at least, he didn’t think so. You were friendly enough, never rude or dismissive. But there was something about the way you interacted with him that left him feeling off-balance, like he was missing a crucial piece of a puzzle he’d never had to put together before.

And because of that, he found himself drawn to you more and more.

He couldn’t quite explain it, even to himself. There was something about the way you seemed immune to his usual antics that made him want to try harder, to be better. To be someone you could look at the same way everyone else looked at him- with that spark of recognition that said, Oh, this guy’s great.

But no matter what he did, you remained an enigma.

He would make jokes around you, trying to get a laugh, but you’d just smile politely, as if acknowledging that yes, he had said something meant to be funny, but it didn’t quite land for you. He would ask you about your day, your interests, trying to get a glimpse of the real you underneath that calm exterior, but your answers were always just a little too careful, too guarded, like you were holding something back.

It drove him crazy in the best way possible.

So, he found himself going out of his way to talk to you, to spend time with you, even if it was just for a few minutes between classes or during lunch. He’d pop up beside you with a grin, making some comment about the weather or the latest school gossip, hoping that maybe this time you’d see him. Really see him.

But every time, you would just smile that polite, distant smile, nod along with whatever he was saying, and then go back to whatever you were doing before he interrupted. It was maddening.

And yet, he couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t just about making you like him anymore. Somewhere along the line, it had become about something more. He wanted to know you, the real you- the person who didn’t just smile politely but actually laughed, the person who had opinions and thoughts that went beyond the surface-level small talk.

And more than anything, he wanted you to know him.

But every time he tried to tell you how he really felt, the words got stuck in his throat. They’d come out wrong, twisted into something that sounded too much like a joke or too casual to convey the depth of what he was feeling. He’d ask you to hang out, but it would come off like just another friendly offer, nothing special. He’d compliment you, but it would sound like something he’d say to anyone, not the sincere admiration he meant to express.

He tried to show you in different ways, too. Bringing you little gifts- nothing big, just things he thought you might like. Offering to help you with schoolwork, even if he wasn’t the best at it himself. But every time, it seemed to fall flat, like you couldn’t quite see what he was trying to do, or worse, you just didn’t care.

Still, he kept trying. Because even though it seemed hopeless, even though it felt like you were always just out of reach, there was something about you that he couldn’t let go of. Something that made him want to keep coming back, to keep trying, even when it seemed like you were indifferent to all his efforts.

He knew he was coming off as weird sometimes. He could see it in the way your eyes would narrow slightly when he’d show up out of the blue or the way you’d hesitate before responding to one of his attempts to make conversation. But he couldn’t help it. You were like a puzzle he couldn’t figure out, and the more elusive you were, the more he wanted to crack the code.

There were moments, brief and fleeting, where he thought he saw something in your eyes- something that said maybe you weren’t as indifferent as you seemed. But before he could grab onto it, it was gone, replaced by that same polite distance.

And so, he kept trying. Because even though he was pretty sure he was failing spectacularly, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was worth it. That you were worth it.

Maybe one day, he’d figure out the right words to say. Maybe one day, he’d do something that would finally break through that wall you had around yourself. But until then, he’d keep showing up, keep trying, because that’s just who he was.

And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough.

‘quite the people pleaser, if only i could please her’

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