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One of the things Hizashi loves about Shouta is his husband’s tendency to be a grumpy bastard. He’s been like this since they first met, being grumpy because Hizashi is too loud or he hasn’t had enough sleep or people are getting on his nerves, and he has never changed. And Hizashi just finds this trait of his absolutely hilarious.
He gets the full force of Shouta’s bad mood one lunchtime in the faculty lounge when bursts into the room and saunters over to where Shouta is asleep in his sleeping bag behind the couch.
“Afternoon, Shouta!” he says, crouching down beside him. “Would you like an applesauce pouch?”
“Fuck off and let me sleep,” Shouta mumbles, closing his eyes and rolling over.
“Would you like some fries with that attitude?” Hizashi says, eyebrows raised.
Across the room, he hears Cementoss say, “What a loving relationship.”
Hizashi turns his head to glare at him, but he can’t keep the smile off of his face. Because Cementoss is right; they may seem to argue, but they’re just bickering and they never upset each other. They’re just being stupid.
“Seriously, though, take the pouch,” Hizashi says.
“Seriously, though, fuck off,” Shouta says.
Hizashi snorts with laughter. “Take it. You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“I need to sleep. Fuck off.”
“Fine!” Hizashi says, activating his Quirk. “If you don’t eat the fucking pouch in the next minute, I’m gonna hum at an incredibly annoying frequency until you stop.”
“Yeah, and I’ll just erase your Quirk, you fucking idiot.”
“Oh yeah,” Hizashi says, laughing.
“Shut up the pair of you,” Cementoss says. “Shouta, eat it or I’ll set Midnight on you.”
Shouta’s eyes widen. Midnight would harass him until he ate it.
“You win,” he says, taking the pouch from Hizashi.
He grins.
“Bastard.”