Archive of Our Own

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"Hey Jirou," Denki spoke up above the sound of the roaring crowd on the other side of the curtain and their bandmates pre-show chatter. She reached for Jirou's hand, holding it in her own calloused grasp - no doubt from years of fiddling with guitar strings - rubbing her thumb over Jirou's much softer hand. "Before we go out, I wanted to say something-"

Jirou turned around, purple eyes widened at Denki, "Yeah, what's up?"

"Uh," Denki could feel the prodding eyes of their bandmates, their conversation halting in order to hear whatever Denki wants to say. It was a confession Denki barely wanted to admit to Jirou, never mind Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, and Tokoyami. Denki gave her friends a quick, sideways glance, hoping her feelings were obvious without saying a word. "Without the audience."

Not only was Denki talking about their three mutual friends who waited nearby, but also the waiting crowd only a few steps away, sitting patiently for the band's entrance. In a few minutes, the band would come out on stage and perform as part of the ski resort's New Years Eve celebration. They weren't important enough to be the resort's headliner, but being a part of the night at all was important in its own way; they were being paid, they had free accommodations, they didn't have to countdown for the crowd once midnight came around. It really was the best case scenario in Denki's opinion.

If they weren't expected on stage for the countdown, that meant she could kiss someone at midnight, and she had hoped that someone could be Jirou.

They were close friends, they hung out nearly everyday, with or without the excuse of band practice. They went to the same university, and Denki always waited for Jirou's 10 am class to end so they could meet up in the cafeteria and eat lunch together. They worked on songs together, Denki strumming her guitar into the early hours of morning as Jirou went insane over some words she thought of and had ultimately forgotten, but was trying to write down. They were constantly side by side, it only made sense they'd catch feelings for each other eventually.

At least Denki had.

Yaoyorozu frowned at the pair, her black hair pulled into a high ponytail, "We go on any minute, now's not the best time."

Denki waved her off, still holding onto Jirou's hand with her other, and truly it just felt right, "It'll only take a second."

"We're on a time crunch," Bakugo commented, his drum sticks dangling limply in his tanned fingers, "Why don't you embarrass yourself some other time?"

A wave of nausea washed over Denki and her cheeks flared up with heat, turning an obvious shade of pink, "Alright fine-" She'd heard enough complaining from them, she turned back to Jirou and stared uncomfortably into her eyes, her mouth failing at doing much of anything but force a smile. They've known each other for years, they spend all of their free time together, all she had to do was say the words, and all of this awkwardness would be in the past- "So, Jirou-"

"No," Jirou cut off her confession, her eyes widened and her hand struggling within Denki's grasp as if she were a bug who had just been plucked from the ground, "No, Denki."

Denki's smile got tighter, that sick feeling more persistent in her stomach, "But I didn't say anything yet."

"I know that face." Jirou frowned at Denki, looking up at her through the ends of her purple bangs. "That's the face you get when you're about to tell me you ate my leftovers I was saving."

Now, Denki's face felt even hotter, she tucked a lock of electric blonde hair behind her ear, "I didn't know that ramen was yours, I thought it was Bakugo's." Bakugo stuttered at that, obviously offended by Denki's confession, but this wasn't even the confession she meant to make today. Surely, Jirou felt the same way, she just misunderstood their conversation so far, Denki just had to put it back on track. "But that's not why-"

"I know it's not," Jirou cut her off again, "It was just an example." All Denki could do was blink, she watched as Jirou grabbed her hand, switching the positions of their fingers so now her softer palms were caressing Denki's rough one. This is what Denki wanted, but she still couldn't move, couldn't smile, couldn't speak, the air between them wasn't right, Denki was on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I don't feel that way about you."

"But I-" Denki was almost glad Jirou cut her off again, she didn't really know what she even wanted to say at this point, there were no words in the world that could help her save face.

"It's okay, we're still friends," Jirou decided with a grin, "We'll just forget this ever happened and go out there and rock this place, right?"

Denki nodded, her forced smile looking more and more like a grimace by the second, "Yup, we're gonna fuck 'em all up." The enthusiasm was there, but the words came out awkward and second-guessed. Jirou just nodded, her lips curving into a small frown before she dropped Denki's hand and turned around, ready to face the crowd.

Yaoyorozu walked up beside Jirou, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, and whispered something in her ear, bending down much further than Denki's ever had to. They laughed together, and the sound of Jirou's laugh only made Denki feel more sick. But she kept her chin up, she steeled her emotions, and she let her lips wobble with unshed feelings.

Someone spoke with the crowd, their voice was loud but oddly authoritative; when he spoke to the crowd, they listened and when he told jokes, they laughed. His words didn't make sense in Denki's head, she didn't pay attention long enough to even register what he was saying to the crowd, all she heard was the roar of giggles every time he finished a sentence with a specific flair.

Just as the audience roared with another wave of laughter, a hand landed on Denki's arm. When she looked to her side, all she saw was Bakugo, his blonde eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set into a thin line. Denki didn't need to hear his thoughts to know where their appending conversation was headed. The best course of action was to avoid it all costs, Bakugo was the worse with emotions.

"Next time just listen to me," Bakugo muttered under his breath, low enough for only Denki to hear, "I was trying to save you."

"Fuck off, Bakugo," There was no heat in her words, not even an ounce of bite within her bark. She was saving her emotions for when she got back home and could lay in her own comfortable bed while she cried. For now, it's as if nothing happened.

Surprisingly, Bakugo listened to someone other than himself and quieted down, letting Denki pester in her own cruel fate.

Soon enough, the MC announced the band and the five members walked out on stage. They stopped behind their instruments, Denki grabbed her guitar, held Chargebolt close to her chest, and completely clocked out. The songs went by in a well-practiced stream, they'd spent weeks - no, months - working on this setlist, she didn't need to so much as think of the notes as her fingers strummed over the chords. Her thoughts were stuck in a trance, focused on what would happen at the end of the concert, instead of thinking about what happened before.

The band's setlist finished with a roar of applause, Jirou spoke to the crowd, wishing everyone a happy new year and the rest of the bandmates chimed in halfheartedly. Denki was the first backstage, she put her guitar in its destined case, only partially listening to Bakugo complain about Denki's missed notes in the second song and how Yaoyorozu spent the majority of the fifth song on her own beat. Neither of them even responded to Bakugo's comments and Denki even took it a step further by leaving the room entirely.

She didn't announce her exit, so she was unsure if any of the bandmates noticed at all. She simply left behind Chargebolt in its sleek, black case and headed into the heart of the building. A new band performed on stage, announced by the same MC who's announced everyone throughout the night. Denki didn't stand around and listen, didn't bother even comparing herself to their guitarist and didn't think it was important enough in the moment to recognize whether or not he missed notes the way Denki supposedly did.

Denki walked right past the crowd entirely, beelining it for the bar which was lit up with sparkling fairy lights and tufts of gold and silver tinsel. Each bottle on the back shelves sparkled with golden lights shining from LEDs hidden underneath the thin glass they sat on and the bar-top was covered in discarded cups, paper hats and plastic horns. The bar looked festive, but the bartender could work on her holiday spirit.

Thankfully, Denki wasn't sitting in a barstool so she could celebrate New Years Eve, she was there to get a drink in her hand which the bartender could manage with or without a smile on her face.

"What can I get you?" The bartender was to the point, and Denki didn't blame her, this place was crowded and she could only imagine how many people had been pestering her for shots.

Denki shrugged, "Got anything that tastes like juice but gets someone super drunk super quickly?"

The bartender looked at Denki down the bridge of her nose, considering the challenge for a moment before deciding, "I'll surprise you."

"Please do," Denki said with an excited nod.

The bartender moved behind the bar, tossing bottles around and plopping new liquids into a metal container, labels Denki didn't have the privilege of reading before it was being poured in. Denki didn't have much of a preference when it came to liquor, she'd drink anything if it came with a cute straw and didn't burn her throat on the way down. With no reason to watch the bartender work, Denki set her face against the bar-top, her cheek pressed against the smooth, dark wood.

Denki hoped for a best case scenario, which was the least the Universe could do after the evening she's had so far. In the best case scenario Denki could see herself enjoying some drinks, avoiding her friends and bandmates for a few hours, and then heading back to her cabin where she'd spend the rest of the night screaming, crying a little, and then ultimately sleeping before her departure back home tomorrow afternoon.

The first step of that best case scenario involved whatever concoction the bartender was currently putting together.

A loud thump interrupted Denki's thoughts, her drink placed directly in front of her face. Denki sat up then, looking it over; it was in a martini glass, sugar coated around the rim of the triangular body, orange and yellow liquid inside with a singular cranberry and small mint leaf floating on the surface.

Denki halfheartedly grinned at the drink, "Thanks." She held the stem of the martini glass delicately in her hands, sipping from the rim. The liquid was sweet, notes of orange and pineapple above all other flavors, and it didn't taste like alcohol whatsoever. It truly was the perfect drink. "I didn't even ask about the price."

The bartender shrugged, "It's on me, don't worry about it."

"Thanks," Denki's voice was soft with the one word as she gave the bartender a delicate smile. Honestly, it was the type random act of kindness Denki needed in order to get our of her own head. The bartender didn't even know how much she was helping Denki unintentionally, just from the goodness of her own heart. Denki looked at the bartender's chest, curious who was this angel in her time of need, "Shinsou."

Shinsou gave Denki a sarcastic salute, "No worries."

Honestly, the bartender - Shinsou, apparently - was cute. She had tired eyes and gray half circles underneath that truly indicated how rough her night was so far, possibly only comparable to Denki's own. Her purple hair was pulled into a low ponytail, pieces here and there making an escape from the hair-tie, framing her pale face. She looked bored, she looked exhausted, she looked like Jirou.. only a little bit.

But a little bit was enough, Denki leaned across the bar with a grin, her head propped up on her elbow.

"How's your night been?" Denki asked, batting her eyelids at Shinsou, looking up at her with wide, golden, yearning eyes.

Shinsou simply shrugged, "Fine." The space between them went quiet for a few moments, Shinsou took a cup then removed a white rag from around her waist before wiping small droplets of water off the glass. "You're the guitarist, right?"

"What?" Denki tilted her head, her blonde bangs falling into her eyes. In one question, Shinsou had managed to completely throw her off her game.

"The uh- band." Shinsou pointed a thumb over her shoulder, towards the shelves lined with expensive bottles behind her, but beyond that, the stage on the far side of the room. It was the reason Denki had chosen this spot at the bar to begin with, there wasn't much behind her, a few occupied tables, but the middle of the bar completely obstructed her view of the stage. Her bandmates and friends were more likely to stay near the stage, near the dance floor, and the pit and she really didn't want to be spotted trying to drink her sorrows away.

But if Shinsou had seen her performing, perhaps this wasn't the best hiding spot.

"Uh, yeah, that was me." Denki peered over Shinsou's shoulder, but alas, all she saw were bottles and New Years decorations. "You can't see the stage from here, can you?"

"Oh, not from here," Shinsou confirmed, the glass and rag nearly forgotten in her hands, dangling limply in her fingers instead, "I was on the other side while you were performing, but I came over here because a new customer sat down-" Denki looked around, left and right, trying to find anyone else sitting at the bar with a fresh drink in their hand - but no, just her. When Denki brought her attention back to Shinsou, she was smiling at her, a gentle, small grin on her full lips. "You."

Denki nodded, "Well, thanks."

Shinsou quirked a singular purple eyebrow at her, "Thanks for what?"

"Thanks for," Denki's voice trailed off, her confidence stuttering for a moment, "Liking the concert."

"I never said I liked it," Shinsou responded with a snort.

Denki's face fell, a small pout on her lips, "You didn't like it?" Shinsou answered with a simple shrug, getting back to work. 

But Denki wasn't done with the conversation, if anything she was more enticed now that Shinsou was only sparingly giving out her attention. Denki sat up a little straighter in her barstool, desperate for some more conversation with the pretty bartender, she showed off her soft curves this way; her small chest puffed out underneath her intentionally cut up rock t-shirt and the delicate curves of hips enunciated by her black shorts and fishnet tights.

Shinsou couldn't judge too much, if she was judging the way Denki preened for her attention, Denki had seen the solid white of her bra under the thin fabric of her white button up. She was sure Shinsou got lots of tips with how the tightness of the fabric laid on her stomach and chest like a second skin. Shinsou might not be bidding for Denki's attention specifically, but they were still cut from the same fabric in that sense.

"So," Denki attempted to resuscitate a half-dead conversation, "What are you doing for New Years Eve?" Now, was it a stupid question with an obvious answer? Yes. Did it pique interest in Shinsou and cause her to turn around and meet Denki's waiting gaze? Thankfully, yes. Denki didn't mind losing face if Shinsou kept looking at her with those bored eyes.

"Guess," Shinsou answered shortly, waving half-heartedly at the bar in between them.

Denki grinned, "Hm, what about after your shift's over? Surely you don't work past midnight."

"Wrong," Shinsou muttered, but she continued to hang around Denki despite the useless conversation they were partaking in, and that's all Denki needed to continue. Denki stayed quiet, silently begging Shinsou to reveal more about herself. "I get off at 1."

"Ah." Denki nodded slowly. "Bet you got lots of guys lined to be your kiss at midnight."

Shinsou shrugged, "Gotta beat them off with a stick."

"Where do I add my name to the list? If you're giving out good luck kisses."

"I'll add it," Shinsou's voice stuttered with the agreement, and Denki could see a hidden softness under her usual gruff and uninterested responses. Maybe Denki had managed to break through a layer of ice, maybe she had managed to find something sweeter at the core with one small, meaningless conversation. And maybe - hopefully - in a few more meaningless conversations, Denki could manage to get Shinsou's lips on her own.

"Add me to the top," Denki suggested.

Shinsou nodded subtly, "I'll see who I can move around."

"Find me at midnight?" Denki asked, scooting off of her barstool and taking her drink in hand.

"We'll see," Shinsou muttered, very barely heard over the music playing over the speakers, but Denki heard her, it was hard not to know what she said when Denki was looking at her lips so heavily. She could read the words on her mouth and she corrected the sentence in her mind - I will see you later. And Denki took that as a promise.

❆ * ❆ * ❆

The conversation with Shinsou had completely reignited Denki's good mood, and the fact that she was now very obviously avoiding Jirou at all costs helped a little as well. Once she walked away from the bar with the promise of seeing Shinsou later on her mind, Denki found her friends right away, one of their hair color's like a bright shining star above the crowd. She stalked them from afar before realizing Jirou wasn't with him, then came up to Kirishima and Bakugo where they sat around a table on the opposite side of the building from the bar.

Denki scootched into the booth, sliding across the leather seat until she was pressed against Kirishima's side, "Hi, how you guys been?"

"Good," Kirishima answered excitedly before he had even fully seen who was asking him. Once he turned and realized Denki was the one now sitting with him and Bakugo, his mood shifted. Kirishima put his arm around Denki's shoulders, pulling her into a half-hug and muttering under his breath, "I'm so sorry, man."

"It's fine," Denki easily waved off his concern, but let him keep his arm around her shoulders despite it all, sometimes it was nice just to be hugged by some big, muscular arms, "I met someone else, I'm doing good, don't worry about me."

"You've met someone new?" Bakugo repeated, a blonde eyebrow quirked at Denki and a beer in his hand, droplets of condensation rolling down his knuckles. "In the last thirty minutes?"

Denki shrugged, "I'm hard to catch, Bakugo, hard to tie down." She sipped from her martini glass and only partially thought of the taste - it was impressive how skilled bartenders could make a drink that really just tastes like juice. "I can't be tamed, if she doesn't want me, I'll just find another - it's really that easy."

To an extent, it was that easy. Now, Denki didn't feel like crying into her pillow tonight, but that didn't extend to the next night or even the next week. What happened when Jirou texted her to come over and figure out a song? What happened when Jirou wanted to meet up for lunch? What happened when Denki found herself once again falling for those soft, purple eyes? Would she just move onto someone else new, assuming it will never work out between them, or would she just end up crying but in the comfort of her own apartment?

That wasn't Denki's problem tonight - new year, same repressed feelings.

"Good for you," Kirishima muttered, his voice unsure, which of course he was, he never understood Denki's tendency to go through people as easy as swiping through their profiles on a dating app.

"Sure," Bakugo reluctantly agreed, sipping from the rim of his beer in obvious discontent.

Midnight was slowly creeping closer and Denki couldn't stop the glances she gave the bar on the other side of the room. Someone else had stopped by, sitting in a barstool, ordering a drink, and Shinsou helped them, pouring their order into a glass and setting it in front of them - or at least Denki assumed since she wasn't nearly tall enough to see over the crowd. She could only imagine how Shinsou worked, how her bored eyes looked glazed over as she moved behind the bar. She could only imagine how her lips would taste at midnight, possibly as sweet and as addictive as the drink she made Denki.

A few hours crept onward, others joining them at the table, but never Jirou. Sero stopped by at one point, sandwiching Denki between himself and Kirishima as his hands fluttered with excitement at finally getting to talk with his friends. Then, Ashido joined, sitting beside Bakugo and immediately pestering him for manspreading all over their side of the booth, which Bakugo stopped but not before muttering complaints about Ashido's annoying nagging. After awhile, even Tokoyami joined them at the booth, opting to stand beside the booth instead of even attempting at asking someone to scootch so he could take a seat, Denki didn't think he minded standing though, from his spot he could add strange comments before disappearing entirely from the conversation yet again afterwards. It was a jump scare every time he decided to speak up.

Soon enough, the headlining band was announced to the crowd. They played a song or two - Denki lost count when she was more focused on Ashido's annoyance at the impending snow storm coming that night - before they were counting down to midnight. Every second counted loudly had Denki practically vibrating in her seat. She took shaky breaths and yelled the numbers along with her friends.

10, 9, 8-

Denki looked over at the bar, the seats she had managed to see within the crowd looked empty. She frowned at the barstools, wobbling right and left as she tried to see between jumping bodies. She wondered passively what Shinsou was doing, if she was too busy making drinks to care about the countdown or if she was hidden behind the wall of bottles and couldn't even see the stage from where she stood. Denki wondered if she'd see her again tonight or if that promise was just empty words meant for Denki to obsess over for weeks to come.

7, 6, 5-

Her friends didn't let Denki pester in her concern for too long, Sero jumped at Denki's left side and Kirishima yelled loud enough to interrupt Denki's thoughts. Ashido was across the table from Denki, hitting the wood between them with both her hands with every number spoken over the loud speaker. Despite Bakugo's discontentment, it was hard to focus on anything except the fluttering excitement that came with a new year. The possibilities were endless, who knew who Denki could be in a year's time?

4, 3, 2-

As the numbers descended closer and closer to its mark, Denki's lip puckered preemptively.

1-

Horns blared and people cheered as the band on stage continued their setlist. The music was loud but Denki could still hear his friends above the roar of the crowd. To ring in the new year, Sero grabbed Denki's face - simply because she was closest to him - and kissed her cheek, then a moment later, Kirishima smacked his own lips against the side of Denki's head.

"Ladies, ladies," Denki giggled as she put her hands up in silent surrender, "Calm down, there's only one of me."

Ashido dove across the table, making a loud smoochy sound with her words, "Come here, baby girl, I want a kiss too."

Denki laughed before moving towards her, puckering her lips even though Ashido opted to leave her lipstick on the tip of Denki's nose. Ashido wiped at the spot with her thumb, rubbing the bright pink makeup in more than managing to wiping it from Denki's lightly tanned skin.

"Really?" Denki went cross-eyed and closed one eye in order to see the pink tip of her otherwise scrunched up nose. "You made me look like Rudolph."

"Rudolph if he was cute maybe," Ashido countered and all Denki could do was pout. "Here-" She made a show of licking her thumb, then rubbed that wetness across Denki's nose, only leaning back to admire her work afterwards- "It's basically gone now."

"Thanks for trying, I guess it's-" Denki's sentence was cut short by a voice that immediately caught her attention.

"Uh hey," Shinsou muttered, standing beside Tokoyami, looking at Denki as if she were the only person at the table, "Bad time?"

"Huh? No way." Denki practically pushed Sero out of the way, giving him a quick warning, "Move-" Then, barreled past him out of the booth. She climbed over top of him, her boots kicking his legs and her hands grabbing at his skinny shoulders as she poured out of the seat. Once she was on her feet, Denki stood up straight, looking at Shinsou as if she didn't just violate someone on her way here. "Hi."

Shinsou frowned at the pink spot on Denki's nose, "It looks like you've got enough good luck kisses to last the year."

"Nah." Denki waved Shinsou's concerns away. "It doesn't count if it's not on the lips."

"That's rude," Sero muttered with a pout, "I'd like to think our kisses counted."

Mina quickly smacked his arm where it laid on the table, "Shut up."

"I didn't realize there were rules," Shinsou said with a grin.

"Can I add another rule?" Denki asked, because if she was going to have Shinsou at her mercy, she planned on at least getting the most out of it.

Shinsou shrugged, "Depends."

"You gotta use tongue," Denki practically shouted, then decidedly ignored the giggles that erupted from the table.

"No," Shinsou mumbled, but Denki could take the interaction as a win because it sounded as if Shinsou was holding back a laugh.

"Fine," The air between them grew quiet, the table with all of Denki's friends completely disregarded from her mind and the music being performed on stage more like a distant memory. Denki took a step closer to Shinsou, "You came over here to kiss me, right?"

Shinsou gave a curt nod, "Yes."

"Sweet." Denki stood as still as a statue, patiently waiting.

"Uh." Shinsou looked awkwardly to the side. "Now's good for you?"

"Mhm," Denki practically purred with an eager nod. In one swift movement, Shinsou took the final steps between them, placed a hand on Denki's cheek to pull her in and then left a feather-soft kiss on Denki's lips. Denki pulled back with a grin, looking at Shinsou with wide eyes. "Can I see you in an hour?"

Denki's heart was pounding as she waited for Shinsou's response, her eyes fluttered awkwardly and her fingers tightened against the side of Denki's face. With the last time she put herself out there so fresh in her mind, Denki couldn't help but pick up on the signs that Shinsou may say no; the way she furrowed her eyebrows at the question and the way she stumbled backward as if she couldn't run away fast enough definitely wasn't a good sign.

But Denki held onto that little ounce of hope for just a moment longer, Jirou had rejected her last year, this new year could either begin Denki's climb from rock bottom or start off with - quite literally - a bang.

"Yeah," Shinsou whispered within the inch of space between their lips before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.

With a sinisterly large smile across her lips, Denki turned back to her friends, ready for the long list of questions they had prepared while watching her and Shinsou's moment. Once Denki took back her seat between Sero and Kirishima - actually allowing Sero to stand up and let her slide across the booth this time - Ashido was the first one to ask a question.

"Uh, what was that?" Ashido was practically buzzing in her spot across the table, bouncing up and down.

Before Denki could respond, Bakugo spoke up, "That was painful to watch."

"That was a kiss between yours truly and the hottest bartender the world's ever seen," Denki answered Ashido before turning to Bakugo, "And next time, close your eyes."

"Bartender," Ashido repeated in a sing-songy voice, as if she could see Denki and Shinsou's initial interaction playing out so well in her head - there was something so elusive about a bartender that everyone could agree with.

"Was that the girl you're using to forget about Jirou?" Kirishima asked, "I honestly thought she was fake when you first talked about her, dude, I'm sorry."

"I think a conversation with a fake girlfriend would've been less embarrassing," Bakugo muttered mostly to himself just before he took a sip from the beer still grasped in his hand.

"Whatever man," Denki took all the questions on the chin with a smile on her face, nothing could kill her vibe.

❆ * ❆ * ❆

Denki walked into the night air - or rather, early morning considering it was bordering on 1 o'clock - and reveled in the cold wind that quickly dried the sweat on her forehead. She moved around the side of the building, following closely behind Sero. They sat down on a wooden bench, Sero pulled out a lighter while Denki pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. Denki pulled out a single cigarette from the container, Sero lit it and they passed it between the two.

Everyone knew cigarettes had no effect when you shared it with your friends.

The bench wasn't so far that Denki couldn't see the front entrance, if anyone tried to leave - which they rarely were, 1 o'clock in the morning was a weak time to tap out on New Years day - Denki could easily look over and watch as they walk to their car. She even went far enough to peer at the door like a hawk watching prey, waiting for a familiar tuft of purple hair to leave.

Shinsou wouldn't get too far, Denki wouldn't let her. They would be seeing each other after her shift.

Sero nudged Denki with his bony elbow, "Here, I feel like I've been hoggin' it."

"Yeah, give that here," Denki muttered before grabbing the cigarette and taking a long drag. A particularly cold breeze blew Denki's shoulder-length hair, sending a chill down her back. The small, orange light at the end of the cigarette couldn't warm her uncovered arms and nearly bare legs. "Shit, it's cold."

"Yeah," Sero agreed half-heartedly, grabbing the cigarette from Denki's hand and taking a puff, his voice was raspy when he spoke again, "Snow or something, Ashido said."

Denki pouted, snow was fine but that just meant Bakugo would be a panicked mess driving the van home tomorrow. Just as suddenly as that thought passed, the screeching of the front door caused Denki's head to bolt to the left, unfortunately only finding three women giggle as they drunkenly stumbled to their car. No purple hair, no reason to continue to stare.

"Thanks," Denki muttered, fumbling around with the cigarette before placing it between her lips.

"Heard Jirou went home before midnight," Sero casually stated, as if those words were meant to have no effect on Denki whatsoever.

"Oh, why?" Denki choked out, smoke bellowing from her throat.

Sero shrugged, "Probably because some idiot confessed her undying love for her."

"She didn't have to leave." Denki frowned at the cigarette as if it were the one who ruined everyone's night. Maybe Denki could blame it still, maybe she could blame drugs or alcohol or undisclosed brain damage. Anything would be better than holding onto this painful guilt deep in her chest. "I wasn't pushing her out."

"I know," Sero commented thoughtfully as he took the cigarette from Denki's hand, but he didn't smoke it, all he did was tap it against the edge of the bench and discard the used bits of ash at the tip, "Just give her some time, you guys are best friends, you'll be back good as new once we're home."

Denki nodded slowly, "Yeah, maybe."

"Definitely." The cigarette was still dangling in Sero's long fingers, so Denki dove for it. She extended her arm, but Sero pulled it away, making a quiet clicking sound as he gestured behind Denki's shoulder. "Your knight has arrived."

Denki quickly glanced over her shoulder, immediately meeting the lavender gaze of the cutest zombie Denki's ever seen, her body slumped in a way that gave the impression she was a dead girl walking - Denki almost felt bad for the plans she had for their night together when Shinsou already looked so exhausted. Despite it all, Shinsou gave Denki a small smile.

"I was told I could find you out here," Shinsou stated upon reaching Denki's earshot.

"Yup hey," Denki muttered quickly, snatching the cigarette from Sero's hand, taking a puff, then threw it on the ground before smushing it under the toe of her boot. Sero looked offended, glancing between the smashed ash and Denki with his jaw hanging low. "Wanna head out?"

"Huh," Sero ignored Denki's attempt at continuing a conversation with Shinsou, still very obviously betrayed, "I wasn't done with that."

Denki shrugged, "Yeah you were, you know what Bakugo always says - smoking kills or whatever."

"Fine." Sero rose from the bench, passing Shinsou and Denki where they stood and walking back towards the front entrance. He stopped to glance at Shinsou, muttering to her, "She's your problem now, good luck." Before Sero could get too far away, Denki blew a raspberry at his back.

"Your friends seem nice," Shinsou commented quietly.

Denki frowned, "Sometimes." Sero was completely forgotten once he walked back inside, now Denki focused in on Shinsou. She gave Shinsou a friendly smile, looking up at her - she hadn't noticed how much Shinsou towered over her when they were on opposite sides of the bar - as if she could reach the moon from up there. "So, my place?"

Shinsou looked away, peering over the parking lot and the rows on rows of cabins beyond, "Uh, where are you staying?"

"Snowflake Lane," Denki stated slowly, afraid the goofy sounding address might not ring a bell.

"Mm," Shinsou hummed with a nod, "That's a nice one."

"Wanna go?" Denki pointed towards - roughly - where the cabin sat, alone and pleading for two women to bone in there; if Shinsou stayed quiet enough, Denki was sure she could hear the way the cabin cried for them, how it begged for their moans.

"Mhm," Shinsou sounded unsure as she rubbed at the back of her neck.

Denki didn't catch the hint if there was any, she bounced on her feet but not only from excitement, "Quickly? I'm freezing my tits off."

"Right," Shinsou snapped out of whatever strange emotions were brewing under her surface, suddenly focused on Denki and pulling keys out of the pocket of her winter coat - because she was smart enough to bring one. She led the way through the parking lot, her car parked in the back row which only made Denki freeze more and more with each step. It started with Denki just following her, but eventually Denki had managed to squeeze herself under the thick black jacket Shinsou wore, stealing her body heat and managing to feel up her side more than was necessary.

When they got to the car, Denki almost pouted after realizing she'd have to pull away from Shinsou and abandon her warmth. Denki sat in her passenger seat, reluctantly buckling her seatbelt before she rubbed feeling back into her legs. Her hands moved over her fishnet tights, hoping that if she rubbed freezing hands over freezing thighs one of the two would get feeling back. But that wasn't enough, apparently. Shinsou watched Denki in the seat next to her out of the side of her eye and decidedly threw a lifeline after a minute of watching Denki suffer.

"Here," Shinsou muttered as she removed the winter coat from her body and threw it on top of Denki like a blanket.

Denki cuddled in close to the puffer jacket, letting the fuzz around the hood tickle her nose, "You're a saint."

Shinsou rolled her eyes, though a smile peeked out from the corner of her lips, "Whatever."

Even though Shinsou obviously knew her way around - maybe working here had given her an internal map for the entire resort - Denki still pointed her around, shouting when to turn and narrowly getting distracted with every Christmas light scene. Eventually, more thanks to Shinsou than Denki if Denki had to be completely honest, they found their way into 13 Snowflake Lane's driveway.

They sat in the car for a moment, taking time to look up at the cabin in front of them. Denki had left the lights off, so the house looked sad under the light the large moon overhead offered them. When the band booked the gig, they'd opted for separate cabins - Yaoyorozu offered Jirou to stay in hers so Ashido and Sero could share the one assigned to Jirou, and Bakugo practically forced Kirishima to stay with him which left Denki by herself in her own. Which, Denki wasn't complaining, more space to walk around naked.

It was a small cabin, definitely enough for one person or two people who were comfortable with each other. Each house on Snowflake Lane had the same setup, the same porch swing, same hot-tub in the back, same fireplace chimney poking out of the top and same log exterior. Denki could only imagine the insides were the same as well, though she hadn't gone exploring the other cabins on the street.

Just before Denki could reach for car door's handle, she stopped and turned to Shinsou, "Was I really at the top of your list?"

"Hate to break it to you." Shinsou turned the key in the ignition, turning off the car. "But there was no list."

"Really?" Denki's eyes went wide, but there was a gentle smirk on her lips.

Shinsou quirked her eyebrows, a facial movement that Denki would've completely missed if it weren't for the neighbor's festive lights, "You seem genuinely surprised."

"I am," Denki quickly confirmed, "You're so pretty, I kind of thought you'd be popular with men." Denki had enough male friends to know how they worked, she knew the girls they went for and Shinsou's big boobs definitely put her in the forefront of many men's minds.

"Could be," Shinsou's words trailed off with her train of thought, her eyes glancing around the snowflakes slowly gathering on the driveway where the car's headlights illuminated the pavement in front of them. "I don't really care for men." The words made it obvious, in case the uncomfortable smirk on Shinsou's lips didn't do the trick.

Denki managed to catch herself a lesbian - hey, that just sounded like less competition to worry about.

"But ladies?" Denki asked for clarification, as if it weren't clear already.

Shinsou nodded slowly, "You could say I care a lot about ladies." Her voice came out sarcastic and tinged with annoyance.

"Good for me." Shinsou turned to Denki with a smile, which Denki immediately mirrored before they finally left the car.

Denki led the way up to the front porch, using the key with the cute, blue snowflake keychain dangling from it to unlock the door. Inside wasn't as cold as outside, the fireplace was empty but the heat had been blasting when Denki left this morning for pre-show setup. She held the door open long enough for Shinsou to step in, and then slipped her boots off in the doorway.

"It's been awhile since I've been in one of these-" Shinsou had barely muttered the words, her purple eyes too focused on the way the interior was decorated to notice Denki pouncing on her like a hungry lynx. Denki's shoes were forgotten once they fell from her feet, then she went up on her tip toes, wrapping an arm around Shinsou's shoulders and pulling her down into a kiss.

Denki thought her advances had been obvious leading to this point, but Shinsou still seemed surprised, gasping against Denki's mouth before decidedly reciprocating. Shinsou practically melted into Denki's grasp, stumbling in closer and closing some of the gap in their height difference. Denki rearranged her hands, sliding them into Shinsou's short, purple hair, using the new leverage to turn Shinsou's face to the side, deepening their kiss.

Hands were on Denki's hips only a moment after, Shinsou bunched the extra fabric of her t-shirt in her hands. Shinsou pressed her palms onto the waistband of Denki's shorts, her nails digging through the material of her shirt and scraping playfully along Denki's lower back. Before Denki could even think about advancing further, Shinsou's hands found Denki's shoulders and pushed her an inch away.

"Wait wait wait," Shinsou breathed out, "My boot."

Denki blinked up at her, "Your what?" Shinsou looked at the ground and Denki followed her gaze. Apparently Denki hadn't given Shinsou a moment to even remove her shoes before she pressed her against the wall and pressed their lips together. "Oh, do you want me to untie it?"

"No." Shinsou didn't even consider Denki's suggestion, bending on the ground and removing the boots herself. Denki could see a lot from up here; the top of Shinsou's head, the wooden floor she kneeled on, how massive her cleavage looked when Denki was looking down on it. Honestly, Denki couldn't fully focus on anything else, all she could see and think about is how soft Shinsou's tits would feel in her fingers and her mouth. Shinsou tossed her boots away and looked back up at Denki as if she could feel the desire radiating from her frame. "Do you have a bed?"

Denki couldn't help but grin, "Nah, I sleep in the yard like a dog."

Shinsou rolled her eyes, "I'd rather do it in a bed than against the wall." She stood back up, immediately taller than Denki yet again and the lack of her good view made Denki frown. If she weren't so desperate, Denki might stand around and be difficult just as a form of foreplay, but honestly she couldn't wait any longer. She didn't know what she was going to do to Shinsou, but she planned on doing it soon.

"This way," Denki began with a genuine smile, a facial expression that hid her true, naughty thoughts and feelings. Shinsou followed close behind, staying a respectful distance behind, it was as if Denki were merely showing her around her new workplace and the way to her new office. Usually when Denki ended up back at someone's house or someone joined her at her own apartment, they couldn't get away from each other, pressed chest to chest and grabbing at any possible body part until they got what they wanted.

Shinsou was different for sure, it was clear this was her first time participating in a one night stand.

"Here we are," Denki commented as she opened the door but she waited in the doorway, forcing Shinsou to press in close to her in order to slide into the room. Shinsou thankfully did just that, unafraid of the possibility that Denki could bite, and Denki took the moment in the doorway to whisper between them. "You don't have to do anything you don't wanna." Would Denki cry into her pillow imagining how those titties would look bouncing? Yes, but she was a big girl, she'd get through it.

After a moment of just simply staring at the bed, Shinsou decidedly responded, "I want to." Denki nearly jumped up and down.

"Okay," Denki mumbled under her breath, her voice dropping an octave in an attempt at sounding mature and sultry, "I'm gonna kiss you, okay?"

Shinsou nodded, "Alright."

Denki did just that, she moved across the small space between them and only gave Shinsou the warning of wrapping her fingers in her hair before she pulled her down into a kiss. The kiss was gentle, but only at first. Denki wished she had more strength or self control, a hard peck was all she left for a moment on Shinsou's lips. But then, Shinsou moaned, then Denki moaned, and then Denki pressed in even closer, her tongue slipping in between Shinsou's soft lips. And when Shinsou wrapped her arms around Denki's waist, all Denki could focus on was Shinsou's boobs on her chest.

It didn't take much more than that, Denki had boobs on her mind and really that was Shinsou's parents fault for giving her those massive things. Denki hastily fumbled with Shinsou's buttons, unlatching them as quickly as her half-frozen fingers could allow. Damn the cold, damn the stellar sewing-work, damn the wet mark already forming in Denki's panties. She pushed the shirt off of Shinsou's shoulders, letting the fabric gracelessly fall to the floor.

There was a moment of back and forth between them; Denki removed Shinsou's shirt, Shinsou removed Denki's shirt, Denki unbuttoned and unzipped Shinsou's dress pants, Shinsou awkwardly tried to pull down Denki's shorts and gave up halfway through, Denki unlatched Shinsou's bra and ultimately won. Denki wasn't even wearing a bra for Shinsou to remove.

"Bed," Denki muttered against Shinsou's lips, too torn between wanting to get Shinsou to lay down and wanting to keep her tongue in Shinsou's warm mouth.

Shinsou nodded as well as she could with Denki hanging on her lips like a leech. She walked right over to the bed, laying down across the sheets - still made from the housekeeper - and pulled her pants the rest of the way off. The black dress pants landed on the wooden floor with a thump. Shinsou leaned back on her elbows as she looked up at Denki, still unsure of herself considering the furrowed dip her eyebrows made, but still posing in only black cotton panties.

Denki could high-five herself, seriously Shinsou was an honest score.

Whereas Shinsou looked like a movie star removing her clothes, Denki nearly tripped over her fishnet tights as she tried to remove them and the shorts on her way to the bed. She decidedly sat down after a second to try and remove it like a normal human instead. Denki flipped around quickly once she was just in a pair of see-through black panties. Honestly, she had chosen the specific pair since she was unsure which way Jirou might take her confession, but at least they were being shown off either way.

Denki crawled up closer to Shinsou, placing a leg in between Shinsou's own - much longer - legs. She pressed a knee to the crotch of Shinsou's panties, her own chest heaving when she heard Shinsou moan from the friction. She pressed in harder, craving that sound again and again, and Shinsou gave it every single time, moaning in each breath shared between them.

With just her knee, Denki had managed to undo some of that frozen exterior around Shinsou - she could only imagine what her fingers or her tongue could accomplish. Denki slowly made her way down Shinsou's body, kissing each section of bare skin as she went. She left wet kisses down her neck, then her shoulder, then made a pit stop at her chest. Honestly, Denki could spend awhile here, her tongue flat against Shinsou's nipple and using the hardened tip to flick her nipple.

Denki got comfortable, practically using Shinsou's other boob as a pillow as she cupped the one she worked on with her hand, continuing to lick at her nipple. It must've felt good if the way Shinsou squirmed underneath her was any indication. Shinsou's hips sought friction that Denki's knee was too far away to give.

"Move," Shinsou moaned out impatiently, her fingers finding Denki's hair and pulling at the strands every time she flicked her tongue.

"Fine," Denki groaned in response, shooting a not well-received smirk.

With more kisses, Denki continued her path southward; a kiss to Shinsou's ribs, a kiss to her stomach, a kiss to her hip, a kiss to her clothed clit. She looked up through her eyelids at Shinsou, watching as her back arched and her eyes rolled. It was torture for both of them, that Denki could end at any moment.

And this moment was as good as any.

In one swift movement, Denki went back on her knees and peeled Shinsou's panties from her hips, pulling them down over her long legs with two fingers looped inside. The black fabric only hid how wet Shinsou was, how much Denki's touches and licks just made the wetness pool. Denki bent down, licking one broad stripe across Shinsou's pussy. The moan Shinsou let out at the contact was downright pornographic, it made Denki want to hear it more, it made Denki thrived towards hearing it more - it was immediately her New Years resolution.

Maybe it was a bit too short-term, but Denki wasn't thinking right.

Denki's hands came up to grab at Shinsou's hips, her arms looped around Shinsou's thighs and her fingers digging deep into the delicate skin and protruding bones. She continued her onslaught from her new vantage point, holding Shinsou's middle against the bed so she could lick more firmly at Shinsou's pussy. She was trying anything and everything, using a flattened tongue against Shinsou's clit, then flexing the tip to dig in harder, then lapping at her entrance.

It wasn't until Denki's tongue entered Shinsou that she could finally revel in those delicious sounds yet again. Shinsou squirmed underneath Denki but she kept her firm, fucking her tongue in and out of Shinsou. She moved so deeply into Shinsou, her nose smacked against her clit, just pulling the noises out louder and louder until she was grabbing the back of Denki's head.

"Ri-right there," Shinsou moaned, her fingers tightening in Denki's blonde locks. Denki wasn't even being touched and yet, she could come right there along with Shinsou. She moaned aganist Shinsou's pussy, diving in harder and quicker with every noise.

Shinsou came with a high pitched noise that sounded half-muffled, but Denki partly blamed that fact she couldn't hear it fully on the thighs now pressed on either side of her head. She felt oddly like a watermelon, unsure if Shinsou's glutes were strong enough to burst her head into red goo and seeds, but also unsure if she cared enough to pry herself out from between them.

Denki slowly removed herself from Shinsou's pussy once the force of Shinsou's thighs went down. It must've been too quickly for Shinsou to prepare herself for, her breath catching once Denki pulled back, a desperate, frail sound that almost made Denki dive back in just to lift her mood. She didn't head back in, instead she looked for Shinsou's gaze with a small smile.

It took longer than Denki expected for Shinsou to finally notice her, and despite the good sounding orgasm, Shinsou still looked tired and bored. She narrowed her eyelids at Denki, her voice emotionless once she spoke.

"Just come here," Shinsou muttered.

Denki furrowed her eyebrows, "No thank you?"

"Shut up," The words gave away the laugh Shinsou tried to hold back. It seemed coming on Denki's face really unwound Shinsou's pent up displeasure for the world around her - who knew?

Before Denki had enough time to think of a response, Shinsou used the hand in Denki's hair to lead her back up Shinsou's body. She pulled Denki into a kiss, pressing her lips against Denki's own and tasting herself in the kiss. Their chests slotted together, Shinsou's much larger breasts warm and inviting. Denki wasn't blessed with big assets like Shinsou, but it could be jealousy or attraction she was feeling, either way, Denki knew she had a type - Shinsou was the epitome of it.

Denki flopped onto the bed beside Shinsou. She laid on her back and looked up at the wooden ceiling, she was still throbbing in places that begged for human touch, but all she could feel was accomplished. Shinsou was a ten out of ten and Denki made her come quicker than she could even make herself come. That should go on a resume.

Shinsou rolled onto her side, her tits and the curves of her body in general only making Denki more hot and bothered. She looked at the side of Denki's face, and all Denki could do was smile and be watched.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Shinsou asked in a low, sensual voice - she didn't sound like a poser when she attempted to be sultry, yet another reason Denki considered maybe this feeling inside revolved around jealousy. Her hand was splayed across Denki's stomach, her fingers lightly tickling her sensitive skin there in a way that was bordering on torturous and seductive.

"You're fine," Denki breathed out, the words feeling like a lie on her tongue, "Don't worry about it."

Shinsou was taken aback, her purple eyebrows furrowed, "You already-" Her sentence trailed off and it was obvious she didn't want to say it - came, orgasmed, le petite mort. Denki almost wanted to remain silent, to wait to hear the sexual term in Shinsou's seductive voice, but she was too talkative for her own good.

"No," Denki answered with a laugh, "Almost, but nah."

"So, why not?"

There was no real reason why not, if Denki had to fully think about it. She was just used to this, bringing someone home, licking and slurping at them until they're satisfied, and then forgotten about like last week's news. It wasn't something to be offended by, Denki had become accustomed to going to sleep unsatisfied and throbbing.

But, if Shinsou was offering...

"Uh you could-" Denki's voice sounded so little- "Touch me." It was the first thing Denki thought to say and on second thought, it sounded a bit obvious. Denki was sure Shinsou didn't plan on making her come from no touch at all. Though that would've been possible five minutes before.

"Touch you," Shinsou mumbled within the small space between them, leaning in closer with her words. Despite her air of inexperience, Shinsou seemed familiar with this part, so close to Denki that her words left the ghost touch of her breath on Denki's cheek as she whispered about what she was going to do to her. Maybe Denki could come untouched. "Do you want me to touch you here-" Shinsou's fingers trotted down Denki's stomach, past her belly button, stopping just short of her waistband- "Or somewhere else?"

It seemed Shinsou liked to hear people beg - and thankfully for her, Denki wasn't above looking like a fool.

Denki nodded her head, "Mhm," Her voice was failing her, there was no way to express just how desperate she felt in that very moment.

"Just here?" Shinsou's words dropped the sultry tone, now instead they held genuine confusion. Her fingernails delicately scrapped at Denki's navel, occasionally catching on the mesh material of her panties.

"No," Denki barked out, only half annoyed, "Further down."

Shinsou smirked and Denki could only see it in the corner of her eye, "How much further?" Or maybe, Shinsou just liked being a little shit.

In an act of defiance - and some desperation - Denki reached for Shinsou's wrist, placing her smaller hand over the back of Shinsou's own. She dragged both of their hands further down, under the waistband of her panties, curved around her pelvis, where she really wanted Shinsou's long fingers. Now, there was no reason to be an asshole about it, Shinsou knew where Denki wanted her and Denki didn't need to squirm and sweat any longer.

Denki sighed into the touch, "Yeah, there-" Shinsou looked unimpressed - but still interested somehow - but Denki practically ignored her. All Denki could feel were the pads of her fingers pressing into her clit, only straying for the few seconds it took Shinsou to reach her entrance, gather wetness on her fingers and return to that throbbing bundle of nerves. It didn't feel too different from touching herself, Denki was still holding onto Shinsou's hand like Shinsou was afraid of the darkness in her panties and Shinsou managed to hit every single spot Denki wanted her to. It was like watching someone crush playing Dance Dance Revolution, she moved her fingers expertly against Denki's pussy, going left, right, up, down, whenever Denki so much as thought of the possibility.

Shinsou might not seem like the one night stand type, but she was definitely someone who was familiar with vaginas, that's for sure.

With every press on her clit, Denki arched her back, moving closer and closer to Shinsou and her eyes couldn't focus on anything but Shinsou's chest. Her hand left Shinsou's behind - there was nothing she could teach her that Shinsou didn't already know - just to come up and cup Shinsou's one tit. Apparently, Denki's one-track mind was funny to Shinsou, if the way she snorted under her breath was any indication.

"Here," Shinsou started, taking her hand away from Denki's clit, much to Denki's immediate dismay, "Since you're so focused on them for whatever reason."

"Whatever reason?" Denki repeated, truly astonished no one had informed Shinsou of her great assets before - she should be allowed a tax write off for the charity her tits give to the world.

Shinsou promptly ignored Denki's question, sitting up on her knees in front of Denki, grabbing her panties and pulling them down her legs. Thankfully the cabin was well-heated, Denki already felt colder now that she was completely naked, but if a breeze had managed to drift into the room, Denki might've died from hypothermia. Shinsou ignored the chill that washed over Denki's body and the way her hungry eyes stayed on Shinsou's chest, only curling her fingers towards herself and whispering into the half-dark of the room.

"Sit up," Shinsou said, and Denki immediately complied - Shinsou might like teasing as a form of foreplay, but Denki didn't like beating around the bush, if she wanted something and knew she could get it, she grabbed it before the other person earned some sense and decided otherwise.

Denki moved backwards against the fancy - and unnecessary - extra pillows on the bed. She almost felt bad for the knitted reindeer that she laid on, their face smushed against her bare back. Shinsou didn't say to do so, but Denki spread her legs in front of her, practically showing off every inch of her body to Shinsou. Now, the roles completely reversed, Shinsou looked down Denki's body, taking over the sight of her pussy laid out before her.

After a few awkward shifts and some silly excuse me's went by, but before long, they were back to the good part. Shinsou was pressed in as close as she could be between Denki's knees without giving up her view and Denki somehow managed to lean forward enough to grab Shinsou's chest again. Really, Shinsou might ruin sex for her, she didn't know how she'd move on with her life without looking up and seeing Shinsou's cleavage in front of her, perky and ready to be touched.

Shinsou's fingers went back to work, pulling some wetness from Denki's entrance and then heading back to her clit yet again. Denki practically yelped like she was in pain, seriously how long had it been since someone touched her like this? Or, had that never happened before?

Just when Denki thought Shinsou was headed back to her entrance for only a short second, Shinsou stayed, one of her fingers pushing inside which gave Denki an excited jolt. Shinsou didn't abandon her clit - oh no, on the contrary - Shinsou pressed in deep enough, her wrist at an awkward angle, to rub her thumb against Denki's clit just as she caressed the pad of her middle finger against Denki's G-spot.

The new sensation made noises spill from Denki's mouth that she had never heard before. Shinsou's fingers were longer than her own, she hit spots Denki had never managed on her own. Her moans were more like whines, especially when she took the time to truly look at Shinsou. Not only was it exhilarating to see someone so beautiful with their fingers deep inside of her pussy - and to hear the squelching noises that filled the room - but Shinsou specifically looked so into it. She swayed with every thrust of her fingers as if she were touching both of them at the same speed, her tits bouncing with each mirroring moan and frictionless hump of her hips.

Or, Denki thought Shinsou was feeling phantom touches across from her, but no, when Denki's eyes ventured downward, she could see Shinsou had shifted her stance at some point, her heel pressed against her clit. She rode the firm body part, rubbing herself alongside Denki.

That was enough, a deep tightness became overwhelmingly clear in Denki's abdomen. She grabbed onto anything she could find, her back hitting the pillows hard, her fingers gripping onto cotton sheets and the plump skin of Shinsou's forearm. Denki wasn't looking at Shinsou anymore, her eyelids pressed tightly closed as the image of how Shinsou looked played like a broken record in her mind. It brought her over the edge, her pussy tightening around Shinsou's finger as she rode out her high.

Everything was so strangely quiet afterwards, without the bed creaking and the loud moaning, all that was left were Shinsou and Denki's exasperated, deep breaths. Shinsou crawled forward slowly, as if Denki might kick her out of the cabin before she could lay her head on a pillow. But, of course Denki wasn't that type of girl; she didn't just let Shinsou place a cheek against the rough, knitted pillowcase displaying a snowflake. But she even let Shinsou kick the blanket up and lay underneath it - now, that was hospitality.

Denki even went as far as to do the same, moving against the soft, cotton sheets until she was close enough to Shinsou to share their body heat. She pressed up against Shinsou, slotting their legs together. Just as the room went completely silent, the only sound - if Denki were to really listen - was the white noise of heat being blown through the vents, Denki mumbled into the half-darkness.

"One more thing-" Denki reached forward and placed a hand delicately onto Shinsou's one boob- "Now, we can go to sleep."

Even in the little sprinkle of light, Denki could see Shinsou's smirk, "You might be obsessed."

"Probably."

Thankfully, they had never turned on the overhead room light. Thankfully, it was warm enough under the quilted blanket that Denki didn't need to rub her feet together to get some feeling into the ice-cold skin. Thankfully, Shinsou was nice enough to whisper good night between them and Denki whispered it back. Otherwise, Denki would've never fallen asleep so quickly, in a minute Denki was completely passed out against Shinsou's body, her hand still pressed firmly against Shinsou's one tit.

Oh, and Denki was thankful for the orgasm Shinsou gave her, surely that helped as well.

❆ * ❆ * ❆

Denki felt like she could sleep in until noon, or past then, until Bakugo was blowing up her phone and the entire band was banging at her cabin's front door, the bed was so warm. Every time Denki's brain restarted and she was aware of the mattress underneath her and the blanket over top of her and sometimes, the warmth of legs wrapped around her, she'd snuggle in deeper and pass out yet again for a few hours longer. She played this cat and mouse game with sleep until one time, she woke up and didn't feel as warm as before, she shuddered and jolted fully awake.

Coincidentally, that was the exact moment Denki noticed Shinsou was gone.

With a groan, Denki reluctantly rose from the bed, just enough for the blanket to fall from over her shoulder down to the crook of her arm where she still half-laid on her side. Her eyes lazily scanned the room in between long, slow blinks. The en suite bathroom was unoccupied - the door was hanging open - and through the bedroom door, Denki couldn't see anyone milling about. Then, just as Denki could decide she imagined the entire night and Shinsou was just a ghost of her perverted fantasies, she spotted her crouched in front of the dresser, hiding her cleavage behind crossed arms.

All Denki could do was smile weakly, "Wow," She muttered, "Trying to sneak out while I sleep? You must be a real pro at one night stands." She slumped back onto the bed, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, too tightly to be completely cool about this entire situation. "Pegged you totally wrong."

"I wasn't trying to sneak out," Shinsou revolted immediately, but she didn't sound fully convinced, "I just- can't find my bra."

Now, Denki was interested, "Why didn't you lead with that?" She shot up in bed, ripping the quilted blanket from her body and bounced onto her feet. "I'll help-"

"Can't you get dressed first?" Shinsou might've sounded more uncomfortable than she looked, her voice was timid, yet her gaze was invasive. Denki looked at her with raised eyebrows, and Shinsou didn't see an inch of her face with how intently she looked over Denki's chest, stomach, and blonde bush.

"Are you sure you wanna put your bra on?" Denki asked with a smirk.

"Yes." Shinsou quickly averted her eyes with that one worded response, once again scanning the room to find a cute, white bra.

"Fine," Denki groaned. 

She walked over to the dresser that Shinsou was still perched in front of, unbothered by the small space between them - and how Shinsou immediately went back to staring at Denki when she thought Denki wasn't looking her way. Denki pulled open the middle drawer, revealing a mess of t-shirts that she had practically tossed in there when she got into the cabin that first day, unpacking her suitcase so she could abandon it in the closet and so Bakugo didn't berate her for being late for their first practice at the resort.

Denki grabbed the first shirt she saw, it fit like it was two sizes too small, tight against her chest and cropped above her belly button. Then she kicked the drawer closed before using her foot to open the bottom-most drawer instead and using the same method to pick bottoms; grabbing whatever she saw first which happened to be baggy boxer shorts with snowboarding penguins in front of a blue background. Then, she gracelessly shut that drawer with her foot yet again.

"I don't know where your bra is," Denki suddenly said, "But I'm hungry - want breakfast?"

Shinsou jolted like a scared cat with a puffed up tail, except she seemed more pissed than frightened, "What? I need my bra."

"Good luck with that." Denki walked out of the bedroom, moving into the rest of the cabin, her grin growing when her foot accidentally hit silky white pads with soft white straps lying in the doorway. Right, Denki could remember now, she took Shinsou's bra off before they ever fully made it into the room - surely, Shinsou's memory was just as splotchy. Honestly, with how excited they were last night, Denki was surprised she remembered anything other than Shinsou's taste and Shinsou's tits.

Denki's bare feet padded across the cold tiles of the kitchen, which she supposed must be her instant Karma for keeping Shinsou's bra location a secret. She moved around the counter-island in the middle, grabbing a bag of grounded coffee from a top cabinet and pouring the sweet smelling goodness into the top of the coffee maker. As soon as the machine allowed her, Denki pressed the button to begin brewing, luckily enough for Shinsou, Denki had poured enough water into the top for both of them to enjoy - she was such a good host.

From the other room, Denki could hear Shinsou groaning, "I'm taking one of your shirts then, if I can't find mine." Just barely, Denki listened to the sound of the dresser drawer squeaking before she was complaining again, "Why are all of your shirts so small?" The drawer slammed shut before Shinsou emerged from the bedroom, wearing an oversized, black t-shirt Denki usually wore to bed. It looked good on Shinsou, the stretched-out collar showing off one of her pale shoulders.

"Mm," Denki hummed from beside the coffee maker, grinning at Shinsou's prominent frown, "Looks cute."

"Thanks," Shinsou muttered, even though she didn't sound very thankful. She walked through the doorway and immediately stepped on her lost white bra, she turned the frown towards the undergarment and very obviously rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm stealing this shirt anyway."

"Keep it," Denki quickly gave it up with a shrug. She couldn't wear it now, even if it was just to bed with only the mirror seeing her in the thinning fabric, she'd remember how much better Shinsou looked wearing it. Sometimes, shirts were just made for big boobs.

Shinsou picked her bra off the ground and didn't bother putting it back on, only letting it dangle from her limp fingers, "Good, I don't plan on seeing you again."

"Ouch," Denki tried to sound light hearted but she was sure her face gave a mixed impression, she couldn't tell if she was smiling or pouting, most likely something closer to a grimace.

"Well," Shinsou didn't wait around long enough to feel bad about Denki's brewing emotions, "I'm gonna head out."

"Thought you were sneaking out?" The beeping from the coffee maker helped Denki fix her tone, no longer snappy and blunt, but back to fun-loving, carefree usual Denki, "But if you gotta go, you gotta go - it was fun." Shinsou didn't owe her anything, they slept together once, they made each other come, they were even.

Shinsou nodded, "Fun, yeah." Denki frowned at that, but Shinsou missed it with how quickly she turned on her heel and headed to the door. She put her boots on, she looked around one last time before letting out a deep sigh. "I hate to be that guy, but if you find my phone, can you return it to the resort center? I can't find it."

"Ah, but you'll still ask for favors." Denki giggled under her breath as she leaned across the counter between them. It was really a shame, Shinsou didn't know what she was missing out on, Denki was perched so perfectly across the kitchen counter, they had this place completely to themselves, they could do it anywhere, they do it everywhere. But no, one time was enough for moody ol' Shinsou.

"Or don't." Shinsou threw her hands up in surrender. "Throw it out in the cold, hack into my social media - I don't care. Goodbye."

"Bye-bye," Denki responded in a sing-songy voice, spinning on her heel to grab a mug and down way too much coffee before her inevitable long ass drive back home. At least Shinsou wasn't back home, she'd stay at this resort, being grumpy and cold for all of eternity, and Denki will beg the band not to return for next year's New Years event. Everything would go back to normal, how it was meant to be, a world where Denki didn't get to grab onto Shinsou's gorgeous cleavage while she fell asleep at night.

That world sounded boring, but Denki would manage, lots of women had massive tits, not just Shinsou.

"What the fuck!"

Just as Denki poured herself a mug of fresh coffee, the steam bellowing from the top, she nearly dropped the pot from Shinsou's sudden outburst. She turned around, still holding onto the handle of the pot as a wave of coldness chilled her to the bone. The front door was propped open and just around Shinsou's frame, all Denki could see was white.

"What?" Denki yelled back, immediately annoyed Shinsou not only left on possibly the worst note ever, is now leaving the front door wide open and destroying their bubble of heat in here, but was now cursing and yelling and jump-scaring Denki. How could one magical night end with such a horrible morning? Maybe Denki should've just forced herself to go back to sleep, this conversation would be easier if it never happened.

"I can't drive in this," Shinsou said, but her voice barely reached Denki who still stood on the other side of the cabin, "What am I supposed to do?"

"What?" It was all Denki could say or think. She set the coffee pot on the counter before practically running through the connected living room, to the front door. Shinsou was taller than she was, she went up on her tip toes to see over Shinsou's shoulder and honestly, white was a good way to describe it.

The front porch was mostly uncovered, but everything beyond was covered in layers and layers of snow. Shinsou's car was hidden under the blanket of white, the roads were unplowed, and small speckles of snow fluttered down from the sky. Denki blinked at the scene, because there truly wasn't much else she could do.

"How," Shinsou's voice sounded so broken, "What am I supposed to do?"

Denki bit her lip, unsure of what she could really suggest other than the obvious.

"Guess you have to stay for breakfast, huh."