"xoxo, delivery boy"

-shinkami, short fic
-aged up! they are college kids
-mentions of drinking, alcohol, and being drunk
-please enjoy! qrt's are appreciated :D

Denki was almost...hilariously drunk.

What had started as a study group for Friday's exam had quickly devolved into a disaster as soon as Mina had brought out the alcoholic juice boxes she brought "in case of emergency."

From there, Hanta had found Denki's emergency stash (that he /thought/ was hidden securely behind the cereal. Now he had to find a new spot) and the five of them eventually ended up where they are now -

drunk, sprawled out across Denki's living room trying to concentrate on the anime on the TV, and definitely /not/ studying for their exam. Even Katuski had given up on studying, the alcohol making him relax just enough to voluntarily cuddle on Eijirou's lap.

Still, it felt like something was missing.

Denki slowly turned his head, taking in the room. Friends, check. Cool fight scene on TV, check. Alcohol on the table for when he got off the floor, check. The only thing left was...

Denki sat up with a gasp. "We need to order pizza!"

He groaned and lay back down, his head spinning from sitting up so fast. Mina and Hanta giggled at his sad display, and Hanta put a thumbs up in the air.

"That sounds like a great idea, Kiki!" Mina exclaimed, pushing herself off the floor and kicking Hanta in the process.

Hanta's groan was overshadowed by Denki yelling "Ei! Order the pizza and ask.....ask for a cute delivery boy. I wish to be entertained!" He waved his hands in the air (and got distracted by the fun shapes they made).

"Uh, alright. Why me?" Eijirou asked.

He had both arms wrapped around Katsuki's stomach and was slowly rocking the two of them back and forth. It would make for a sickeningly domestic scene if Katsuki didn't have his resting bitch face on.

"You, my dear emo friend, are definitely the most sober," Mina interjected. "I don't think any of the rest of us could even navigate the pizza website."

Eijirou sighed in agreement before slowly picking Katsuki up bridal style to place him on the vacated couch.

Katsuki, still totally spacing out, let out a little grunt and went back to glaring at the wall.

Denki, still flipping off the ceiling and giggling, was satisfied. Pizza was being ordered and all was right with the world.

Until the doorbell rang loudly, interrupting Denki's barely-coherent conversation about Maxwell's equation and Eijirou's amused questioning.

Lurching to his feet, Denki slurred out a loud "I got it! I'll take one for the team, guys" and opened the door as Mina cheered for his bravery.

There, in an exceptionally flattering uniform and holding three boxes was a very attractive man.

He had purple hair, extreme eye bags (probably a college student. Did he go to Denki's college? Maybe. Why hadn't he seen him on campus? That was disappointing), and a scowl that was etched on every food service worker.

Somehow, this hot stranger made it work.

"Pizza for Kaminari Denki?" Damn, even his /voice/ was attractive. That's totally unfair, cause Denki was like, 69% positive that his drunk ass looked like a mess. He had been rolling around on the floor for the past half hour, his hair was probably disgusting.

"Mm hmm, that's me! Wait -" Denki turned his head back towards the living room. "Hey asshole, did you use /my/ credit card?" A deep cackle responded to him and Denki scowled as he turned back to Hot Delivery Boy.

"You, my friend, are very attractive," Denki said, trying his best to smile flirtatiously. The hot strangers reaction told him that he probably failed.

"We're not friends. Please sign the receipt, here," Hot Stranger mumbled.

He shifted the boxes just enough that Denki could read a name tag - /Shinsou, huh. Attractive name for an attractive guy/ - and handed Denki a slip of paper and a pen.

Denki, still only somewhat able to stand, scribbled onto the paper before smiling and handing it back.

The two exchanged pizza and paper, and Denki waved as Hottie turned to go back to his car.

"Text me, hot stuff!" Denki yelled at his back before shutting the door to deliver the good. "Who wants some 'za, hoes?"

Shinsou Hitoshi, who just wanted his shift to end so he could get back to his bed and his cat, sighed at the blond's last remark.

"How am I supposed to text him if I don't have his number?" Shinsou wondered, before he paused.

Slowly, like the reveal in a horror movie, he looked down at the receipt in his hands. Instead of a name on the signature line, there was a series of numbers and a scribble that probably said "xoxo call me, ;D".

Hitoshi grumbled, but he couldn't help but smile at the cute blondes antics.

It has been a while since he's been on a date, Shinsou mused. Maybe he'll give this a chance.