Hellbound | Blue Exorcist/My Hero Academia Crossover

Chapter Twenty: Sushi After Class (Finally)

RIN'S P.O.V

"Woah, that was breathtaking," Kamiari breathes as the two of us step out onto the streets of Kyoto, souvenir bags dangling from our fingers. Not gonna lie, even though I've already seen it once, going up the Kyoto Tower for a second time may just have been better than the first. Then again, that might have something to do with the fact that I went up there with the guy that I'm kinda into. What can I say? He lights up the room with that damn smile of his. Of course it made all the views more stunning.

Jeez that was gay.

"You're breathtaking. I mean- Wait." Well. That just slipped out. Part of me is glad it did, but the other part is curling up in a corner to die. And rightfully so; as soon as I clap my hands over my mouth to try and pretend that I didn't just blurt out the gayest thing I've ever said, his cheeks ignite. A pink tint rushes all the way to the tips of his ears, whilst also darting down to duck beneath the collar of his shirt. "I'm sorry. That was- I was doing the Keanu Reeves thing. Y'know when that one guy shouted 'you're breathtaking' and then Keanu was all like 'you're breathtaking' like that bit in Megamind where Metroman was like 'and I love you random citizen' you- you know?" I need to learn when to shut the hell up.

Why does Kaminari like me? Why does my dumb blundering make him blush? Why does he smile when I splutter to try and catch myself before I wind up looking like a much bigger idiot than I already do? Even now, as I'm trying to push out more stupid excuses to cover up the fact that I'm The Big Gay™, he just watches me with a smile that reaches his eyes. Will anything shut me up? Anything at all?!

And then it does. Out of nowhere, I feel four fingers and a thumb slip into my palm and tangle around my hand, giving it a squeeze. Oh man. Oh man, he's holding my hand!

"Don't worry about it, dude. It was cute," he snorts, tilting his head softly. Oh great. Since when did he become the smooth one? Any time I've ever thought about us possibly ever being together (which is more times than I'd like to admit, don't @ me), I always thought I'd be the one initiating the hand holding and the kisses and... Yikes my brain went really far with this imaginary relationship that hasn't even happened yet, huh? I mean it's not like it matters who's the one 'in charge', but still. "So, what now? We saw the Kyoto Tower."

"Sushi."

"Sushi after class but not really after class?"

"Sushi after class but not really after class but technically every day is 'after class'."

"Dude stop, you're hurting my brain," Kaminari finally groans, the two of us chuckling at our own sheer stupidity. This is everything I could've hoped for. It doesn't feel weird. Yeah, there are a couple people glancing down at our linked hands, but they just keep walking and going about their day. It doesn't feel like a big deal, it just feels normal. And, when you're the son of Satan, normal is hard to come by.

"I'm down for the good sush."

"The good sush? Like the good kush?"

"Yeah. But-"

"-It's the dollar store, how good can it be?" And we're laughing again, though not as politely as before. No, we're both wheezing, struggling to gasp down enough air to fuel our snorts. I wouldn't say no to a life like this- spending all day referencing American vines that we somehow understand and greatly enjoy. Honestly, vines are part of the reason I wanted to learn English. "We could head back to the hotel and watch vines and I'd have just as much fun."

"Well if the good sush doesn't turn out to be all that good, then that's Plan B, yeah?" I hum, offering a smirk. He just softly smiles back, nods once, and gives my hand another squeeze. Man, I'm falling hard for this electric boyo.

~

It's finally happening. The sushi is laid out in rows before us, and we're both struggling to take our eyes off of the filled slabs of wood. Okay, maybe we went a bit overboard with the first round of food, but what else were we meant to do? This is the season finale to the long saga of 'Sushi After Class', so heck yeah we had to go all out!

So, after just glancing at one another, we dive in. I wish I could slow down to appreciate the taste, but I skipped on breakfast before we even left this morning, and my stomach may as well be eating itself at this point. Can't remember the last time I was this hungry, and it clearly shows. Despite how much we ordered, and how much we proceed to order, neither of us have any struggles wolfing it down like we were born to eat it. A couple people even start to watch like we're part of some sort of competition.

Eventually, however, we have little choice but to tap out. Leaning back with full bellies and a pair of small belches, Kaminari and I collapse in our booth, leaning on one another. "That was so awesome," I croon, a dopey smile on my face. Food coma, here we come.

"And I thought my mom made good sushi," bolty mcbolt boy mumbles from beside me. If I had to imagine what he looks like when he short-circuits, it would be this. All soppy and smiley and clearly way too lethargic to do anything. I've never related so hard in my entire life. "I'm glad we did this. We spent so long beating around the bush and-"

"-And I managed to friendzone you every time. I'm sorry about all that by the way. I really didn't mean to, I just had no idea. And I wasn't sure how I felt about guys so-"

"-Hey, don't sweat it, man. This was new for me too. I always thought I was about those hot chicks and that kinda stuff. But I guess I've always known I wasn't totally straight, y'know?"

"Well there's nothing wrong with suddenly realising you're not. I had pretty much no doubts, but I just felt like I had to suppress it 'cause my old man was a Paladin. Er... That's the highest rank an exorcist can get by the way."

"So he was super religious?"

"Yeah, but he was chill. But I still felt like I couldn't say anything." This is nice. I've never had a chance like this before; every time I've tried to talk to Yukio about it, I always changed my mind. Never felt like the time was right, y'know? I shoulda guessed he'd find out about it himself; that's just the way he is. Way too interested in my business, and smart enough to figure out everything about me. Probably before I even figure it out myself.

"Well, guess we're coming out to each other. I'm bi, dude."

"And I'm gay," I chuckle, cheeks bursting with warmth. But it's not embarrassment. I think if it were, we wouldn't be having this conversation. And then it hits me. Something that Kaminari doesn't know. The demon thing. Me. Demon. I've told him something I never even plucked up the courage to tell my twin brother, but I still haven't said a word about the demon thing. Maybe I should. If he really trusts me, it won't scare him off. And, with any luck, he won't tell the others either. "And uh... There's something else."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Kaminari, I'm... I'm a-"

Before I can finish, the door at the front of the restaurant suddenly flies open. A panic-stricken Kirishima stumbles forward, burns all over his skin, and pieces of his hardened shell chipped and broken away. Some people rush over to help, whilst others keep their distance, and I can barely get out of my seat fast enough to hold him up. "Kirishima? What the hell happened to you?"

"Bakugou. It's Bakugou. You gotta... You gotta help him." And then he collapses in my arms, body going limp as unconsciousness sweeps over him. Shit. Bakugou, what the hell did you do?!