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It's a day like few.
Japan is not exactly a rainy country but that doesn't save it from the weather becoming capricious sometimes, painting the sky a dark gray, calling Zeus so the thunder's and lightning's will be present, letting the heavy rain fall on the streets of the city, thus making it impossible for most activities.
Today is one of those days, one when the water flowed from the sky was so powerful that even the sharpest sight would be affected.
One of those days where everyone stayed at home because going out to work or doing anything was really dangerous, among the rain, the rays, the short field of vision and the slippery streets.
Shouta Aizawa couldn't be happier that it was so, he did not consider himself a lazy person but if he could stay home to sleep as long as he could instead of doing his responsibilities, he preferred it that way.
In addition, they had felt years since she had a day alone with his husband.
He had been married to Hizashi Yamada for an average of 2 years.
Once the two were able to establish themselves as professional heroes, get jobs in the same school where they had studied and buy an apartment for both of them, after about a year Hizashi was the first to take the step to make their relationship more formal.
They had been dating since their time in the UA, during the whole first year they remained in a kind of perpetual flirting, around their second year Shouta was the first to kiss Hizashi, who gone crazy and asked him for a more stable relationship that lasted all third year and remained active while climbing the mountains together to professional heroism.
Later, when Shouta got his job at the U.A as a professor, Hizashi followed him, using his English skills to be easily accepted.
Sometimes Aizawa wondered how Yamada was able to manage a life as a professional hero, teacher at the U.A and a host of a fairly popular radio show without collapsing from fatigue at some point.
That is why he is grateful for that kind of day, where the two had the perfect excuse to stay at home to laze, as they had not done for so long.
Shouta stirred in bed, unwilling to get up so early even though her husband was already more than awake and preparing breakfast. He could know that thanks to the noise that reached his ears from the kitchen and the aroma that invaded his nostrils delicately.
However, He knew he couldn't live in bed, even if he wanted to do it, he needed to get up and eat to survive. So still struggling with the sheets that bound him, he got up.
Under the stairs between yawns and as he imagined, Yamada was already in the kitchen, with his generally ruffled hair tied in a slightly strange ponytail, with strands coming out here and there but that somehow managed to look perfect.
Although maybe it was Shouta, thinking that every thing Hizashi did would be just perfect.
His husband noticed his presence quickly, turning to him with a smile and staring at the coffee maker, where Aizawa's delicious dark roasted coffee was ready, before returning to her work in the pan.
That was another thing he loved about their relationship, the fact that they were both able to understand each other without words, a notable advantage in their battles; when they fought side by side they did not have to waste time devising a plan out loud, because only with a couple of looks and gestures would they tell the other what they had to do.
That is why he had married that man without hesitation, from the moment he asked for it, Shouta did not want to lose a second in absurd planning, almost dragging Hizashi to the civil registry to marry that same day.
But Hizashi insisted that they would have at least one small celebration and Shouta could not refuse, while it was still within the term "small." Luckily it was like that, they got married on any given day of any given month, on a weekend so that their hero friends were not as busy as usual and the family was almost the only one to find out.
He could still remember how Hizashi had fought why either of them would wear a dress, assuring it would be fun, but Shouta managed to convince him and buy a pair of matching suits, one white and one black, to keep him fairly happy.
Shouta was the one who wore the white, next to a veil that Midnight had forced him to wear at the last minute, but that did not make him feel as uncomfortable as the idea of wearing an entire dress.
More than small, it felt like something medium, although the party after left Shouta dizzy and confused, unable to enjoy his wedding night with Hizashi, as planned.
Waking up the next day between vomiting from the hangover and headaches from the pain, Yamada had to attend to him and Shouta was never going to finish paying him the fact of ruining their wedding night.
Oh well, maybe I had saved him with the honeymoon later.
Those nights should have replaced the awful wedding night.
Shouta was still in him thoughts as he drank from the cup of steaming coffee, watching him husband make light movements to continue cooking.
As soon as He finish, he leave two dishes on the kitchen counter, eggs with bacon and toast, a very American breakfast but no less delicious.
Before making any other movement, Shouta took her husband's shoulder and made him face turn, enough to give him an early kiss.
— Good morning Zashi — He smiled, if you could call a smile to the small curve that formed on him cheeks, like every time he shared a kiss with his husband.
— Good morning, Shou — The man replied, while caressing his hair with affection.
The two sat in the chairs in front of the counter after that, ready to taste their breakfast.
However, something was wrong.
Shouta could read Hizashi as an open book, even if he believed otherwise or thought he was able to fool him. For what he like now he leave his coffee making a face, his husband was very quiet.
Aizawa was more than used to the constant noise of his husband, his endless talk and always listen to everything he had to say.
So the fact that he was silent, especially on a day off and at breakfast time, indicated that something was wrong.
— Zashi — He call him, his husband putting his gaze on him immediately, indicating that he was paying attention. — Something is bad.
It wasn't a question, it's a brief statement.
Hizashi made a face, folding his usual smile toward a corner as if he were uncomfortable. That only confirmed Shouta's suspicions.
— What's going on? — He ask without more, leaving the coffee cup aside.
Then the man in front of him took a breath, Shouta prepared himself mentally because he was sure that the subject he would take was a really delicate one, Hizashi didn't act like that before anything.
— I don't have idea how to say this ... — Hizashi started, scratching the back of his neck. Gesture he do when he was nervous.
— It's something bad? — Aizawa asked, more worried.
— I don't know. It depends a lot on how you take it.
Shouta raised an eyebrow, he didn't understand what he was referring to.
— Shouta ... You know that I love you with all my heart, you are my beloved husband and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but lately there is a thought that has been bothering my mind for a while.
— Are we going to divorce?
This time it was Hizashi who raised an eyebrow, laughing cheerful and nervous at the same time.
— What? Hahaha, no, Shouta, I would never ask for a divorce.
— So what is it? Because it clearly sounds like a divorce.
— No hahaha, no. I married with you for a reason, you won't be able to get rid of me in a long time.
— I will never want to get rid of you.
— Then you don't have to worry because the divorce day arrived.
— So, what happens?
— Well ... — His nervous attitude returned. — I want to ... Agh, to hell. Shouta...
The nominee looked into his eyes and noticed that in those who observed a strong air of determination and strength, as if he were about to face a villain.
— I want us to adopt.
And without knowing how, or why, Shouta knows that at that time, his husband wasn't referring to adopting another cat ...