Shinkami :3

Kaminari thought Shinsou was joking when he said, “Pack light.” But now, standing barefoot on the deck of a villa overlooking a moonlit ocean—shirt unbuttoned, cheeks glowing from the tropical heat—he realizes Shinsou wasn’t playing around.

The whole private island is theirs for the weekend. No interruptions. No patrols. No phones. Just crashing waves, tangled sheets, and Shinsou’s eyes on him like he’s the only thing that matters.

“You did all this?” Kaminari asks, voice low as he runs his fingers over the soft linen canopy bed set up outside, under the stars.

“I did you a favor,” Shinsou murmurs, stepping close, arms sliding around his waist. “You never know how to slow down. So I decided to make you.”

They spend the day soaking in sun and teasing each other in the surf—Kaminari splashing like a golden retriever, Shinsou pretending to be annoyed but watching him with that signature smirk. But it’s the night that Shinsou has planned more carefully.

The beach is lit by flickering torches, and the air smells like salt and citrus. There’s music playing softly from hidden speakers, but Shinsou’s focus is locked on Kaminari—now shirtless, wearing only swim trunks and a gold chain Denki definitely wasn’t wearing earlier.

“I wanted to make this birthday unforgettable,” Shinsou says, stepping behind him, fingers ghosting over Kaminari’s shoulders. “So let’s start with something you won’t be posting online.”

Denki turns, flush blooming across his chest as Shinsou kisses him slow and deep. Their bodies press together, slick with ocean and heat. Kaminari lets out a soft, electric sigh as Shinsou guides him down into the warm sand, hands confident, eyes dark with want.

There’s no rush—only whispered teasing, stolen breath, and the kind of tension that comes from really knowing each other. The moon catches on Kaminari’s gold hair as he arches into Shinsou’s touch, gasping his name like it’s the only word left in the world.

Later, tangled in a blanket under the stars, Kaminari grins sleepily. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”

Shinsou leans in, lips brushing his ear. “We’ve still got the whole weekend, baby...