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Izuku ran towards the familiar mob of purple hair, holding the straps of his backpack tight to try and stop it from bouncing around.
"Tosh!"
Hitoshi smiled as Izuku slowed down when at his side and slid a hand around his waist.
"Hey. Missed me already?"
"Absolutely not. I miss two seconds ago when I wasn't looking at your dumb face."
"Aw, Izu. You wound me. See, I'm crying." He deadpanned.
They arrived outside and sat down behind a big tree. Izuku took out the giant bento and textbooks.
"You were serious about those?" Hitoshi asked, a little disbelief in his voice.
Izuku pouted. "Of course I was! You will not be late in any hero class if I have a say in it, and I do. "
Hitoshi grinned and settled his head on top of Izuku's, mushing his face in the dark green curls.
Izuku sighed in contentment. This was nice.
"By the way, what was up with those kids in your class? They looked so shocked when we were talking." Talking? Did Hitoshi call verbally trashing other people talking ? Maybe they should have another discussion about public decency.
"You mean when you and that mob assaulted us?"
Hitoshi smirked. "Yeah."
"Well...I might have been acting a bit… meek during these past weeks?" Izuku said with a lot more questioning in his voice than intended.
Hitoshi jerked up his head, frowning. "Did Bakubitch start harassing you again?"
"What? No! He hasn't done that in, like, some time…"
Did Izuku forgive Bakugou? No, of course not he didn't. The boy didn't even apologize . But, they had made a deal. Izuku wouldn't report all the shit he went through to the police (which was sure to end up with the blonde blacklisted from every possible hero school in Japan, with most of U.A.'s staff and his mom's alter-ego as a lawyer backing him up), and Bakugou would stop his bullshit and get some help. Precisely, anger-management and therapy kind of help.
Not everyone was happy with that decision, of course. His mom asked him if he was sure multiple times, and discreetly proposed to publicly humiliate him without it ever tracing it back to them, and, yeah, that was worrying. Aizawa, as always, wasn't obvious with his emotions. Izuku could still sense an air of doubt around him, and the well-hidden distrust he still had about Bakugou. He didn't let it show, of course, because his job was still to teach and support his students. All Might had respected his choice, but made him promise to come to him if he ever needed help again.
Hitoshi...Hitoshi probably felt like taking up mom's offer but taking doing something three times worse than whatever she had planned.
"Love? Hey, Izuku, you okay? You zoned out for a bit there." Hitoshi's worried frown abruptly came into view, shaking Izuku out of his everlasting train of thoughts.
"Yea, just thinking about everything, don't worry. But, about my class, it's not really him that's the problem. Just...I know this isn't like before, that you guys wouldn't let anyone do that stuff again. Hell, no one would even dare do anything since now I have this bright , heroic quirk with me. I guess I'm just too used to everything going to shit all the time. I'm getting better, though! Mom said we spend too much time together and that I'm starting to pick up on your jerkiness."
"As if! Your mom loves me, she would never say that." Hitoshi snorted.
"Yea, okay she didn't phrase it like that . My point still stands, though. We have started picking each other's habits. I constantly have my hand behind my neck without even realizing it, and I know you started muttering too sometimes!"
"Yea, okay, maybe you're right. But, on a more serious note, don't let those dumbasses intimidate you, okay? I will gladly make you an hour-long slide listing every reason you're better than them."
"They're not dumbasses, they're nice! Iida is really cool, and Uraraka too."
"What, the girl that calls you that and has yet to realize you hate it? And who, also, very obviously has a crush on you?"
"What!? She doesn't have a crush on me! We literally just met!" Izuku said, gracefully ignoring the comment about her nickname.
"Mmm, sure, tell that to her lovey-dovey eyes."
"Shut up Tosh. Even if she did like me, I don't. She would get over it."
"Of course, you're too infatuated with my beautiful eyes to even consider it."
Izuku snorted and elbowed Hitoshi's side. He wasn't wrong though, he did have very pretty eyes.
Feeling his stomach rumble, he took out two pairs of chopsticks and gave one to Hitoshi.
"Mom helped me make us a bento! Since I know you always have those spicy egg rolls you hate on Tuesdays."
It has been going on for years now. Somewhere along the way, Yamada had started making them, and kept doing it. Hitoshi hated them with a passion, but didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him. As if! Izuku knew the man wouldn't mind at all changing the food if his son didn't like it, but as much as he repeated it to his boyfriend, he didn't believe him.
"This can't go on forever, Tosh." Izuku said on a mouthful of rice.
"Don't talk with food in your mouth. And it absolutely can. I am slowly but surely starting to force my body to like them. It is a slow progress, but it'll happen. Maybe in ten years."
Izuku raised an eyebrow, but decided to let him live in his fantasy for now.
They finished eating in a comfortable silence, Izuku leaning against Hitoshi's side and the other wrapping an arm around his shoulder (making it significantly more difficult for him to eat, but he didn't seem to mind). While Hitoshi packed up the food, Izuku opened the textbooks to the current pages, taking out notes and placing them correctly. He helped his boyfriend review what they went over in class, which wasn't much - just basic safety measures and a few notes on hero costumes and how they should be designed. Many whined at the subject, wanting instead to directly get into full-on fights. Izuku thought that was dumb. He nearly cried at some of his classmate's designs when he first saw them (Kaminari had literally no protection whatsoever, and seemed to be wearing normal, daytime clothes with a slight electric theme. He didn't have something to direct his quirk away from his head to avoid going into that brainless state each time he used his full power! Multiple others had similar paddings issues, and that was without mentioning the very clear sexualization of most of his girl classmates. Izuku had opinions about that. Hell, Hagakure didn't even have a costume, they only gave her gloves and boots!).
Lunch ended some time later, at the displeasure of both boys.
"I'm so tired of not being in your class," Hitoshi whined. "Stupid quirkist exam."
Izuku agreed. It indeed was a stupid quirkist exam. Not all heroes had offensive quirks that worked well against robots, and the sports festival option wasn't enough. They couldn't transfer than many people, because it would mean removing hero students in exchange, which opened a whole other can of worms because of media repercussions and angry parents. Even the rescue points weren't enough! Passing on only rescue points was quasi-impossible, and they mostly only served as support for villain points. But he didn't exactly have time to rant at his boyfriend about dumb ineffective systems.
"The sports festival is approaching, you'll be with me in no time!" Izuku interlaced their hands together as they walked towards his class.
He would have preferred accompanying Hitoshi to his first, but the taller had pointed out numerous times that Aizawa was way stricter than Yamada, and would probably glare at Izuku for a while if he found out he was late because he was busy 'convincing his son to elope with him'. Which, that was dumb. If anyone was going to convince the other to run away and live as criptids in the forest, it was Hitoshi.
Hitoshi squeezed his hand and grinned. "You're right. You better pass the first two rounds so I can beat your ass at the one on one."
"Of course, of course."
Class 1-A giant door came into view, along with some of their classmates going in.
Izuku sighed and pressed a kiss to Hitoshi's lips. He laughed when the other followed him when he tried to pull away.
"I'll see you soon." He smiled.
"Alright. Love you." Hitoshi said and walked away.
"Love you too!"
Izuku entered the classroom to find most of his classmates exept Iida and Uraraka staring at him. Oh, they had probably seen him and Hitoshi hold hands and say goodbye, hadn't they?
Oh well, Izuku thought as he walked over to his desk, Bakugo frowning at him more intensely than usual. They could figure it out themselves.