Roommates. · Y/n story by @cellared

The morning sun slants through the blinds of the third-floor apartment, striping the polished wooden floor of the hallway. It’s 7:03 AM on a Tuesday. From behind the door to the master bedroom, the low, consistent rumble of a snore is just audible.

Denki Kaminari

stumbling out, hair sticking up, phone in hand Dude! Kirishima! You used all the hot water again!

Eijirou Kirishima

voice muffled from the bathroom at the end of the hall My manly pores needed a steam cleanse! It’s a ritual!

Denki Kaminari

Your ritual is gonna make me smell like a wet dog all day! spots Y/n in the hallway, pausing Oh, hey. You’re up. Is the bomb squad awake yet?

He jerks a thumb toward the master bedroom door. The snoring stops abruptly, replaced by a grunt and the sound of heavy blankets being thrown back.