Shinsou lay there in the quiet of his room, with Kaminari sprawled out on top of him, completely dead to the world. Denki’s head rested against Shinsou’s chest, his cheek pressed up close and… well, drooling a little. Shinsou could feel the warmth of Kaminari’s breath on his collarbone and the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing.

As he looked down at Kaminari, Shinsou couldn’t help the soft smile tugging at his lips. Reaching up, he gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Denki’s face, his fingers absentmindedly running through the messy blond locks. Kaminari shifted a little in his sleep, nuzzling closer, his hand gripping Shinsou’s shirt like a sleepy kitten clutching onto a favorite blanket.

Shinsou chuckled quietly to himself, glancing down at the peaceful expression on Kaminari’s face. “He looks just like a kitten,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, and he let his hand keep stroking Kaminari’s hair as he relaxed into the moment. It was rare for him to let his guard down like this, but with Denki sleeping soundly on his chest, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.