Cuddle partners?

Denki tapped his pencil against his lips. He tuned out the regular classroom noises a long time ago. His eyes were glued to the board as if he was paying attention. Soft muttering slowly filled Denki's ears, causing the blonde to drag his attention away from the front.

Izuku softly muttered as he wrote down the notes on the chalkboard. The greenette had yet to notice Denki's admonitory gaze. The blonde quickly snapped out of his embarrassing state and whipped his head to face the front.

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Denki glanced around the cafeteria, trying not to tic as his friends loudly in his ear. He was overstimulated and looking for an escape. Izuku's bright smile caught the blonde's eye.

Izuku dismissed himself from the table, quietly making his way to the lunch course. Denki knew this would be his chance to calm himself so, he made his way to the line. Denki grabbed a tray and made his way over to Izuku.

"Hey, Midoriya," Kaminari greeted.

"Hey, Kaminari. What's up?"

"Nothing much. What's up with you?"

As the line moved, so did the boys. The two didn't really think about how they had never really spoken before now. The two were joking and laughing like friends. The last thing in Denki's mind was the fact that he was previously overstimulated.

Kaminari indulged in Izuku's cute snorts and giggles. It was nice to just have a conversation with someone without feeling talked over. Izuku listened and attentively asked questions, leaving Denki in a good mood.

The two finally arrived at the tip of the route. The two paid and bid goodbyes, heading to their separate tables. Izuku chuckled to himself as he walked to his table. He sat in his seat, listening to the conversation.

Ochoco looked up from her plate, curiously bubbling within her eyes," So what were you and Kaminari talking about?"

"Oh, nothing much. Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

Denki sat down next to Mina, a smile still lining his lips. The female turned to Denki, her eyebrows scrunching in a conflicted manner. Mina tried to recall the thought she previously had.

"Oh Denks, what was with all the flirting with Izuku?" She asked, her hands softly squeezing his shoulders.

"We were just talking, Ash, that's all."

"That smile on your face says something else but, I won't push it."

Kaminari's hand shot up to his lips, not believing that he was smiling. His lips were definitely curled. His face quickly became red from the embarrassment.

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Denki sat at the small round table in the community room. He was stressed over his homework. Everyone was joking and making noise, making it extra hard for Kaminari to focus. He was too anxious to ask anyone for help. He looked up, making direct eye contact with Izuku.

Izuku quietly waved, his eyes now glued to Kaminari, a worried expression sporting his face. Kaminari waved him over, too embarrassed to say anything out loud. Izuku excused himself from the couch and made his way to Kaminari.

"Hey, what's up?"

Izuku slid down next to the blonde, non-intentionally resting his head upon Denki's shoulder. The blond tensed and tried to form a coherent sentence. Izuku's knee kept brushing his, making it harder for Kaminari to focus.

"I-I need some help with the homework."

"Oh, okay. Do you want my help?"

Izuku batted his eyelashes as he looked over the assignment. Denki blushed and looked away from his green-haired friend.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, do you want to work here or?.."

"Anywhere is fine."

"Okay, so what do you need help with?"

Kaminari pointed to one equation on the sheet, explaining his steps to Izuku slowly, making sure the smaller male understood what he said. Izuku listened and analyzed the steps making corrections in his head as Kaminari went. As the blonde finished, Izuku took his pencil and began making corrections.

Denki watched quietly, letting his friend work. Izuku finished and showed Denki his mistakes. Step by step, the two made their way through the problems. Kaminari smiled and happily made his way to the back of the page. Izuku's head successfully placed itself on the blonde's shoulder once more.

As Denki finished the last problem, he handed the paper to Izuku to correct. Every time the blonde got an answer right, Izuku gave him praise, making Denki feel something. He couldn't name it, but, Izuku's approval seemed more genuine and loving than most.

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Denki sat in his room playing video games with Kirishima and Sero. It was their daily routine on Wednesdays. A bunch of cursing and random sputter could be heard from outside Kaminari's door.

"So I've noticed you and Midoriya are getting close," Kirishima said, nudging the blonde.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Kaminari answered, his eyebrows furrowing as he wondered why Izuku was brought up.

"So, are you planning on asking him out?" Kirishima asked, his voice hinting at a suspicion.

"Not yet, dude. We've only been talking for like three days. I don't want to rush anything."

"Whatever you say, bro."

Kirishima looked at Sero and winked. The two chuckled and continued playing, acting as if that whole thing didn't happen.

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Kaminari and Izuku were the last people in the locker room taking showers. They were too busy talking to think about bathings while everyone else was taking them, leaving them alone.

Izuku massaged the shampoo into his scalp, letting out a soft sigh of relief. The bubbles drizzled down his face as Izuku tuned back into whatever Denki was rambling about.

Izuku finished and turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower, his bouncy curls laying flat over his face, steam pouring out of the shower stall behind him. Izuku brushed some hair from his face, a soft hum escaping his lips.

Denki looked up from his phone, his jaw almost dropping, at this sight in front of him. Izuku's muscles, including his tight abs, glistening gently. Denki whipped his head away from izuku, his hands instinctively covering the large blush flooding his face. Denki intently bit down on his lip and fanned his face, praying the blush would calm down, but it didn't want to go anywhere.

"Kaminari-kun, are you okay? You're red," Izuku said, his expression and tone conveying worry to the still seated male.

Denki shook his head, yes, trying to somehow convince Izuku that he was fine. Izuku didn't believe the blonde and reached out, gently placing his damp hand against Denki's forehead. The back of his fingers briskly touching the other makes forehead. Kaminari shuddered to Izuku's soft touch. He leaned into the bountiful touch, his eyes rippling closed and a faint purr escaping his lips.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Kaminari answered softly as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Okay...," Izuku retracted his hand, trying to be cautious of Kaminari.

"N-No, don't," Kaminari grabbed Izuku's hand, placed it back on his face, and nuzzled into it. "Can you keep it here for a little longer, please?"

Denki looked up at Izuku. His eyes looked like he could start crying at any moment. It wasn't his fault; he has touch-deprived and needed some physical contact. His friends weren't the touchiest people in the world.

"Alright," Izuku moved his hand down to generously hold Denki's face.

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Izuku laid in bed, his mind swirling with all the curious thoughts of the previous day. Why did he want me to do that? It's not like I minded, but he has other people to go to for that. Why did he ask me?

A knock echoed through the room, causing Izuku to jump. Izuku sat up, his legs feeling like jelly; the greenette adjusted his hoodie and made his way to the door. He opened the door, and sure enough, Kaminari was there.

Izuku opened the door wider before going to sit back down on his bed. Denki took the invitation and followed Izuku in. Denki awkwardly stood, not sure if he was allowed to sit. Izuku patted the mattress, allowing Kaminari to sit.

"So..." Kaminari started.

"So..."

"Sorry, I know it was probably awkward for you yesterday."

"No, it's okay... I was just wondering why?"

"Well..."

Denki took a deep breath before explaining. He told Izuku how when he was a child, Denki had to wear gloves, and most people didn't want to touch him. Leaving Kaminari in a sat of touch derivatization. It had gotten better since he had come to UA, but it never entirely, went away leaving Denki in a rut.

Kaminari then went into explicit detail about his touch, starvation, and desperation. Izuku sat there a little stunned as Kaminari continued. Izuku thought through the many possibilities of what could happen and decided on one...

"Okay, do you wanna make a deal?" Izuku asked, his eyes beaming with curiosity.