Electric Love {HitoshiXDenki Drabble/Oneshot}

"I have a headcannon where Hitoshi hums "Electric Love" to Denki when he's upset or whatever- typically trying everything else before he got to that point. Unless the pikachu was already breaking down."

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He wasn't entirely sure what was wrong, but something definitely was.

That bright, goofy, and always way too cheerful blonde boy he knew so well was- today and almost out of nowhere- really quiet..... It actually almost seemed like his usual energy and cheerful self was nowhere to be found, no matter how hard Hitoshi looked for it.

Denki was being.. Really, really quiet. And he didn't really smile either, though he tried. He caught Hitoshi's attention as the purple-haired boy came in 1-A's dorm and was quick to cast a smile his way- but it was shaky, and almost strained. And the blonde wasn't even in his usual place on the couches and surrounded by his friends- he'd kept himself off to the side, almost fidgeting as he stood near the front entrance.... Hitoshi got the impression Denki might have been waiting for him to show up.

That thought, with that weak smile, and then barely ten words said on the blonde's part in greeting- made Hitoshi's stomach churn.

Something is wrong

Denki suggested they hang out upstairs in his room for today and maybe play some video games, saying it'd be 'super fun', and he voiced the idea not three seconds after the initial, and slightly staggering greeting between them at the door concluded. It was such a quick turn in subject it almost had Hitoshi staggering a bit himself, and he had a hard time trying to wrap his head around it, and the odd behavior- but he caught up as quickly as he could, and enough he knew them going up likely wasn't about playing video games at all.

He nodded slightly and Denki seemed a little too relieved at the easy relent, but he started toward the stairs with Hitoshi following close behind- and the whole way up the blonde kept on with that smile that looked like it would break any second.

Something is seriously wrong

Hitoshi did his best to just let it ride, and temper the blonde's (apparent) want (and maybe even need) to lose themselves in something as mindless as a video game. For awhile they just played, Hitoshi casting furtive glances back and forth toward Denki all the while and never earning his eyes the whole time. And then after the third or fourth round of Shinso letting the blonde win, he saw Denki's hands shaking around the controller, his eyes glittering on stuck to the floor, and his lips pulling into a thin line while his expression became nothing but deep, deep ache.

Hitoshi was already putting his controller down when Denki suddenly sucked in a sharp, slightly hushed breath of air that was way too close to a hitch- and then was quickly followed by another, and another. And with each one Denki's hands trembled more violently, his posture crumbling as he started to fold in on himself, and his shaky, hardly maintained composure the last hour or so, shattered. In an instant he was close to being overtaken by sobs, and Hitoshi was quick to push himself across the floor and catch the blonde's arms up in his, steadying him while the controller slipped from Denki's fingers and clattered to the floor.

"Woah, woah... Denki.... Hey..... What's wrong.....?" Hitoshi murmured quickly, the weight of the blonde in his hands getting a little heavier as Denki's posture crumbled a tad further, and his breathing hitched all the more for it.

"... I... I'm sorry... Toshi... I.... It's been a bad day.... A...and I.... I...."

The words were so broken up by the harsh breaths they were almost impossible to make out, but Hitoshi got the message well enough- and judging by how quickly Denki broke off and his voice cracked, he wouldn't ask anything further.

It just being a bad day, or whatever else that had happened- it didn't matter what the issue was exactly. All that really mattered at that moment was just helping him ride out whatever bad had taken such firm hold of him..... Denki didn't really have bad days, at least not often- but it was often enough Hitoshi had pieced together what to do when this happened, so he moved to do exactly that.

He forced himself a sigh and adjusted so he was sitting all the way on his heels in front of the blonde, his arms snaking around his shuddering figure in a gentle, yet firm embrace and pulling Denki in to him until his forehead bumped against his chest. Denki's hands fumbled to find a grip on Hitoshi's shirt, holding to him tightly as if he was afraid he'd get washed away by the torrent of pain and turmoil suddenly crashing over his head. Hitoshi held him close, burying his chin into the top of the blonde's head, and his hands doing small, circular motions on the other's back.

Hitoshi started humming the tune and melody of "Electric Love", low and quiet and soft, the sound rumbling in his chest and soothingly so, the vibration against Denki's forehead was ridiculously nice.... It made his breath hitch a little less right away, and then more so as Hitoshi kept humming, never faltering, always gentle. Both his voice, and his hands, and his warmth encoming Denki entirely.

It was sort of an odd thing, and something he'd started doing without really knowing why- but it was kinda their thing... And it worked.

It always worked

It took awhile for Denki to stop crying, the shaking of his body lessening with each repeat of the tune hummed by Hitoshi- until eventually his breathing evened out and was only broken by small, faint hitching gasps here and there. His weight in in Hitoshi's hold got heavier after awhile, the blonde sinking into him to the point he was mostly laying in the other's lap- and Hitoshi let him, and said nothing.

He just kept humming, the tune of "Electric Love" becoming the only thing to hear in the room, mixing with sound of Denki's breathing deepening, and the blonde faded off into sleep, the bout of crying taking it's toll and exhausting him.

His sleep was peaceful though, with no more turmoil, and full of the warmth around him from Hitoshi... And nothing on his mind but the sluggish, dancing tune playing on an endless, soothing loop.

Hitoshi let out a breath, eyes gleaming down at the other as his hand fell gingerly on the blonde's head, the humming fading for a moment as he shook his head a bit.

".... You're my electric love...."

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A Request for DreamCatcher

I do hope you like it dear >w< Another first, for both Denki and Shinsou- I hope I did okay! ;3;

Gif credits to Google Images and Giphy, same for BG

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