Thread by @fangirl_asfuck

Shinkami federal agent AU, featuring:
A sleep-deprived and snarky Hitoshi, a keyed-up Denki, a freezer, bad guys, hostages, and an explosion.
A SFW, silly thing I had to write after seeing it in NCIS LA earlier.

“OK. Two gunmen, two hostages in the freezer.”
“Hitoshi, what the fuck? A freezer?”
“Well, I’m assuming it’s off. It’s a big freezer.” He sighs. “They’re fine…for now.”
“Okay, well—“ Denki stomps to the door, hand almost reaching the handle

when Hitoshi pulls him back at the elbow.
“Denks, you can’t just walk in there like you own the place! You’ll put the hostages in danger!”
“Dude, c’mon, I know /that/.” He shifts out of his boyfriend’s grip. “And unlikely! This is a restaurant.
👇

They’re in an industrial freezer—they’re safer in there than we are out here. Nevermind that, I don’t hear you offering any ideas to get them /out/ safely, either!”

“Do I have to do /everything/?”
Denki blinks slowly.
“I mean, you don’t /have/ to, Toshi, but,” he gestures with his hands, “yeah, you usually do.”
“You took the last cup of coffee this morning, you can’t expect me at my best.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes.

Denki scans his surroundings, trying to form a plan—gas meter!
Denki nods to it and Shinsou’s face pales. “Oh, that’s dangerous as fuck.”
“Yep. But it’ll work.”
Hitoshi gives a short laugh. Amused, but not unkind. Worried, too. “OK.”

Denki looks at his partner. “Just make sure you’re ready if I need to call plan B.”
“Always.” Hitoshi gives him a quick peck on the forehead, and can feel when his boyfriend relaxes, Denki’s yellow hair tickling the side of his face when he pulls away.

~*~*~

Denki makes an attempt to whistle when walking in for dramatic effect, but it comes out rather pathetic. Still, it alerts the gunmen to his presence, and they make quick movements to point their guns.

One of them is pale and lanky, hollow face framed by light blue hair. The other is probably the most average looking dude Denki had ever seen, aside from hair that looked darker than black. Weird.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he holds his hands up to show he’s not a threat, “you /probably/ don’t want to do that.”
Denki watches intently as the two men look at him, then each other. An eerie grin pops onto the pale one’s face.

“Oh!” Denki’s voice brings their attention back to him. “Yeah, you look way too excited, which is /really/ stupid because,” he sucks air through his teeth, “I don’t think you understand. You see, this room has been filling up with gas.” He takes a couple dramatic sniffs.

“Smell that?”
He doesn’t wait for their understanding to continue, but it soon blooms across their faces.

“So, shooting at me right now is /not/ the chef’s recommendation—unless you wanna be Fried Bad Guy One and Fried Bad Guy Two. Instead,” he chuckles at himself, “I’d recommend gently setting your guns down behind you.”

The two perps look at each other.
“Let’s turn ourselves in,” Denki makes eye contact with both of them, “talk about our feelings, maybe grab a beer,” he gives a noncommittal shrug when he sees the confusion on the men’s faces, “figure out why our dads never loved us enough.”

One of them scoffs at the dad comment, a harsh exhale escaping his lips.
“Heh, see? You get it,” Denki continues. “/So/, all of these things can be discussed.
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Just put down your weapons—“ they slowly take their fingers off the trigger and begin a slow movement to turn around and set their guns behind them, “—see, see, we’re getting somewhere. All good.”

The lanky one turns back around with a meat cleaver in hand, a manic smile on his face.
“…Or not. Really?” Denki sighs. “Really, with the meat cleaver?”
Both men advance toward him.
“Two on one, seriously? And y’all get a meat cleaver?” Denki gives a fake laugh.

“Okay, plan B.” He darts out the way he came. “Plan B!” He shouts to Hitoshi.
Denki sprints to the exit, bad guys hot on his tail.

When he hears a bullet fire from Hitoshi’s gun, he increases his power and propels himself through the door, anticipating the loud /BOOM!/ and feeling the heat of the explosion licking at his heels.

He falls hard on his stomach, breath forced out of his lungs by the impact. He struggles to inhale a full breath and turns to his side to wheeze in another breath.
“Denki?” A hand cups his face, and he reaches up with his own to cradle it.

“I’m fine, Toshi.” Denki plants a kiss on the heel of his palm. “Just needed a second.”
He can hear Hitoshi’s sigh of relief. “Good.”
With a groan, Denki sits up. Hitoshi staggers to his feet and reaches a hand out to pull him up. “Thanks.”

Denki is pulled into an all-encompassing hug, his entire body pressed to Hitoshi’s.
Hitoshi’s voice is soft and small, “That was amazing. Stupid, insane, but amazing.” He squeezes Denki tighter.

“But you scared the /shit/ out of me. Could we please never do that again?”
Denki hums. “You got it, Toshi.” He places a soft kiss on Hitoshi’s cheek. “We should go secure the hostages, though.”

Clearly, the lack of the last cup of coffee took its toll, as it was evident on his face that Hitoshi had forgotten all about them.
“Oh, /fuck/!”

—END—
#shinkami #bnha #mha