Staying in the living room with a movie playing in the back round had become fairly common enough lately. There were nights Denki's dreams bothered him and if he was being honest, there were some that he was in the same boat, trying to make sense of what felt more like memories, some other version of himself that was just out of reach. He never put too much thought into if someone else in the house came through under the general assumption that he was up a lot of the time before anyone else and so no one should see them for any reason. What he should have been counting on was Deku's habit of staying up until ungodly hours buried in homework or something else idiotic that he got caught up in and just couldn't seem to manage his time better with.
Even sleeping pressed up close to Denki became something that didn't bother him, hardly registered in his mind as being out of the ordinary with how it started to happen. He was trying to be a good damn friend, alright? And if Denki wanted someone to stay up with him, or just be there with him, whatever. The other was just was willing to do the same for him and even with Deku he would pay a certain degree more attention than he might have other people. They grew up together, they were friends, they did friend shit together. It was what it was. Denki confided in him and it felt easy to open up in return, what the hell did you want him to say? He talked with Deku about the same things, but it was still somehow different than with Denki.
In the dark, you might have missed them there together on the couch sleepily heading to bed, but in the blue glow remaining from the TV, you could clearly see them there, one of his arms up over his head and the other somewhat awkwardly dropped over Denki's shoulder. How they slept comfortably like this was anyone's guess, but he was breathing deeply, from time to time snores escaping him. If the hushed sound of his own name wasn't enough to wake him, Deku's muttering sure as hell was. The movement from Deku and the blanket made him stir too and he reached up to rub his eyes in irritation before opening them to see what was going on.
And there was Deku. Pacing. Right beside them. He stared at him, suddenly wide awake with his heart pounding against his chest... adrenaline... because if it wasn't for Denki curled up to his side he would have already been up off the couch kicking Deku's ass.
But what for? They... weren't doing anything. It wasn't like... there was anything going on. He followed Deku with his eyes, a low growl rumbling somewhere in his throat as he propped himself up enough on his elbow to hiss at him through grit teeth. "What the fuck are you doing, Deku?"