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Hizashi hummed some cheesy pop song as he went around the apartment, picking up misplaced items, like the recently watched DVD from under the couch (how did it get there?), and placing them where they belonged.
It was a Sunday, and for once, Hizashi had the day off. No marking to do or lesson plans to make for UA, no patrol for his agency, and no meetings needed for the radio station as everything as everything was set for all of this week and next week.
It felt odd, good but odd to have nothing to do. So Hizashi decided to burn off the jittery energy he had been feeling his he had his coffee and cleaned the shared apartment that he and Shouta shared.
Already he had cleaned the worst area which was the bathroom due to the many beauty products Hizashi used. Shouta had always grumbled about it, even scowled when he accidentally would knock down one, or five, of the many bottles that lined the counter.
(“Why do you need so many things of the same thing? You have literal 3 different types of shampoo and do not get me started on your conditioner”
“Please Shouta; I have to take care of myself. I am not like you where your beauty routine involves 10 mins in the shower and using the same soap as body wash and shampoo.”
“I don’t see the logic of using something that smells like strawberries or mangos when they do the exact same thing.”
“Want me to do a presentation with pretty pictures that beg to differ?”)
Next had been their master bedroom as their hectic schedules are heroes and teachers had turned it into a resting ground of dirty clothing. What ended up happening was that if they didn’t have the time, they would just chuck the dirty clothing in the direction of the laundry basket and worry about it when laundry day came.
After starting the laundry, the next place had been the kitchen and the disaster that was their pantry and fridge which involved a possible panicked and stupefied shopping trip to the grocery store.
Now all that was left was the living room and entranceway and to finish off the laundry. The dryer beeped as Hizashi finished putting away the last of the DVDs. Hizashi clothing took more care to be washed and dried but for Shouta’s? All there was to it was just shove in the washer and dryer.
Hizashi started pulling out the tracksuits Shouta mostly used as his hero’s costume, just folding them into the laundry basket. Shouta had mentioned he wasn’t a fan of how it felt after ironing so Hizashi didn’t bother anymore.
The last thing he pulled out happened to be a rather larger sweater that Shouta would use in the winter as to how thick it was. Tokyo had recently gotten a cold snap that had resulted in a freak snow day, causing some heroes to pull parts of their winter attire out to just prevent freezing their body parts off.
The material of the sweater has soft under Hizashi hands, and it was still warm from the dryer that Hizashi couldn’t help but shiver a bit. He was dressed fine for being at home; a simple white t-shirt with black skinny jeans and warm socks but still…..the sweater looked warm.
Shouta probably wouldn’t mind Hizashi wearing it for a bit. The weather forecast predicted warm weather so the snow would be gone by the middle of the week as the least. So he would end up just putting the thing in storage until the weather turned cold and gloomy again.
Hizashi put on the sweater and sighed. It was so nice and warm and soft. It felt good, like being wrapped in a soft electric blanket. Pulling the sweater up and taking a sniff, Hizashi could smell the fabric softener and detergent he had used. Maybe he was imagining it but he could almost smell the hint that was Shouta’s unique smell.
“You’re always trying to get me to wear your clothes,” said a voice from behind, “first time I have seen you wearing mine.”
Hizashi spun around, his face red at being caught in such a moment. There, leaning again the doorframe of their laundry room was Shouta, an amused smile on his face and humour dancing in his eyes.
“Or should I say,” Shouta sauntered forward, his hips swaying in a way that would get Hizashi’s attention (it did), his gray eyes mischievous. “You normally try to get me out of my clothes for another reason, Hizashi dear.”
Hizashi’s face went even redder as Shouta smiled, finding amusement in teasing his husband. Hizashi felt his heart aflutter at that smile; it wasn’t Shouta’s usual Totoro grin, but an actual smile that made him younger, happier, gentle.
‘Well, I thought I would give it a try, I wanted to see what the big deal was with you wearing this style all the time. I have a hard time making you wear normal clothing like an actual shirt,” Hizashi protested, turning his head as if pouting. “Want to see what the fuss was.”
Shouta raised an eyebrow, obviously amused and asked, “Oh? And have you found out why I like wearing ‘this style’?”
“Not yet,” Hizashi replied, “but a good theory is always tested. Maybe I if wear this for a bit longer I will find out.”
Shouta snorted before leaving the laundry room, no doubt going to make a mess in the finally cleaned and organized kitchen that Hizashi worked hard to achieve. Hizashi rolled his eyes, before returning to finish the laundry.
(Hizashi ended up wearing the sweater for the rest of the week, and actually did shed a tear when Shouta finally put it to storage. There would never again be a sweater Hizashi could wear that was as soft at that one.)
Shouta looked at the only decent jacket he had the closet he shared with Hizashi and sighed. Hizashi was MCing a small event today and had invited Shouta as his plus one. While Shouta detested these events, he usually ended up going unless he couldn’t go due to work or medical reasons, forcing him to pressure Kayama to go with Hizashi.
“Shouta, are you done yet? We need to leave soon as we will be late” Hizashi asked as he entered the room, already dressed. (He had spent a full week in and out of tailors until he had found the right suit and spent 3 hours in the bathroom, today alone, getting ready. And during that entire time, he had refused to let Shouta see. Shouta already dreaded this event if Hizashi was putting this much effort into his appearance.)
“You’re being forced to go early. Even if he left 30 minutes later we would still be on time,” Shouta replied, not looking at Hizashi as he went through Hizashi’s part of the closet.
Though Shouta and Hizashi were of different heights and muscle masses, they did have similar enough builds and sometimes some jackets that fit Hizashi could fit Shouta and not feel like a straitjacket.
“There black jacket in the hallway closet should work for what you have,” Hizashi supplied helpfully, seeing Shouta struggle.
“Thank you Zash-“Shouta didn’t get to finish as he finally saw what Hizashi was wearing. It had to be the possibly the ugliest, most tacky neon coloured full suit with tie that Shouta had ever seen in his entire life, (even if all the times he had seen a suit in life he could on one hand).
“What…..is that?” Shouta asked, dumbfound.
Hizashi looked down at himself before replying, “A suit?”
“I know what a suit is Hizashi, even I don’t live that completely under a rock,” Shouta replied. (“Hasn’t prevented you from trying,” Hizashi murmured under his breath. Shouta decided to pretend that he had not heard him.)
“Well, this is something I decided to try today. You know, something new and refreshing,” Hizashi said, dropping into a stance as if showing off the suit to an imaginary crowd. Shouta just gave him a blank look.
“And also because I wanted to up one on Best Jeanist when it came to who would have the better-“, “-ugliest-“ Shouta interrupted, “suit tonight.”
“You’re actually going to get into a fight with Best Jeanist over clothing?” Shouta asked in disbelief. Hizashi grin as he nodded his head violently.
“Good lord, I married a man child that likes to dress and fight like a giant ass peacock,” Shouta groaned, burying his face into his hands as Hizashi laughed.
“If it makes you feel better, you can join me. I already have a suit picked out for,” Hizashi squealed, his eyes sparkling like some weird anime character from the 80s.
Shouta glared at him before leaving their bedroom, going to grab the jacket from the hallway closet before Hizashi somehow did convince Shouta to wear an equally matching eyesore of a suit. (Hizashi was a good negotiator and knew how to get what he wanted. Plus since he knew many of Shouta’s weaknesses, all he would need was time and Shouta would bend. Guess that was how they ended up friends).
Hizashi pouted as he followed Shouta, taking a last minute look in the mirror, before joining Shouta in the hallway. Shouta grabbed the jacket Hizashi had mentioned and pull out his good pair-and only pair, Hizashi would always remind him- of black dress shoes while Hizashi pulled on an equally outrageous neon dress shoes that look like they could help land planes.
Hizashi continued to pout as Shouta did a mental checklist to make sure they haven't forgotten anything before turning to Hizashi and pulling him down into a simple closed mouth, but sweet and gentle, kiss.
Hizashi, not expecting this kiss, stiffen before returning the kiss with the same warm and softness.
“Hizashi, I truly do love you but I am not wearing that suit,” Shouta murmured, his lips just a breath away from Hizashi’s as the kiss ended, “so stop pouting.”
Hizashi hummed before asking, his tone sultry, “Not even if I bribe you with-“
“Nope,” Shouta said, putting distance between the two of them. “You could try and bribe me with anything; I am not changing my mind.”
Hizashi pouted, but it wasn’t as full force as before, as he grabbed Shouta’s hand and they walked out the door, hand in hand.
(Shouta ended up spraying his champagne all over a poor server when he saw what Best Jeanist showed up in, he thought Hizashi’s suit had been bad. Yikes.)