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Hizashi hummed to himself softly as he worked on grading some tests for another class, 1-A was working on a study packet quietly when he saw a hand raise. Looking up he gave Kaminari a smile and made his way over, perching himself on a spare desk. “What up listener? Having trouble with a question?”
“Sort of. We were trying to think of what you mean by section five’s instructions.” He gestured to the rest of the Bakusquad, they had been working as a group, who all had the section blank. Hizashi made a soft noise and nodded.
“I can see how you got confused, I should have worded that better.” He walked back to the front of the room and clapped his hands twice, getting the rest of the students attention.
“How many of you are confused by section five?” All hands shot up. He nodded and sat on his desk, taking off his speaker and glasses.
“Thank you for being honest, I apologize as I wasn’t very clear on what to do.”
“Sensei, what’s a truthful tall tale?” Mina asked, her hand lifted shyly.
“A truthful tall tale is a story that sounds so silly people think it’s fake when it’s actually true. Would you like an example?” The class nodded and he rubbed his hands together.
“So a few years back when I had only a few years of being a pro under my belt ….”
Hizashi threw his arms around Shouta, his cheeks flushed bright red from the heat of the hot springs they were just in and the large amounts of alcohol he had consumed.
“Shoutaaaaaa, I love you so much! You’re like, my best friend ever!” Oboro laughed from behind Hizashi, tickling the loud blond’s sides.
“Hey, what am I chopped liver?” Hizashi let out a shriek like laugh, using Shouta as a human shield.
“‘Boro noooo! That tickles!”
“It’s supposed too!” The two ran around the room with shouts and happy laughter, Shouta smiling from his place at the table as he watched them.
“Come here you two, the oranges are ready.” The two darted back quickly, pressing a kiss to their boyfriend’s cheeks before thanking him and the gods for their after bath snack and digging in happily after Hizashi got his Instagram photo. Shouta had arranged the orange slices on a plate in a cute manner, making a little cat face, and Hizashi refused to not let it be seen. As they ate they talked about different plans for the agency they wanted to start, Shouta and Orboro’s new day jobs as teachers at UA and Hizashi excitedly told them about how the station manager wanted to give him a night slot on Friday into Saturday morning. They talked, joked and drank late into the evening before they finally called it a night, as much of a night that three am can be, and settled into the large western style bed they had been provided. Hizashi was out first, Oboro following not long after and Shouta after him. Their sleep was peaceful when a loud noise shook their bed. Oboro and Shouta shot up as it happened again, the culprit very obvious right away.
“He’s even worse with snoring when he’s drunk? Holy shit.” Oboro whispered, tucking some hair out of Hizashi’s face. Hizashi continued to snore as his partners tried to wake him, dead to the world. Out of the corner of his eye Shouta spotted the bag of that American snack Hizashi liked so much poking out of a bag and he quickly grabbed the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, opening it and grabbing a few.
“Raindrop I really don’t think this is the time for a snack.” Oboro whispered.
“Shush and trust me. This will wake him up and we can get a nose strip on him.” Taking the chips Shouta quickly shoved them into Hizashi’s nose, the blond waking up a minute later with a cough.
“What the fuck?!” He pulled the chips out of his face before the quickly setting in heat could get worse, glaring at the two.
“Dudes what the fuck? Did you shove Cheetos up my nose?”
“I did. You wouldn’t wake up and I know you hate us putting the strips on you when you’re asleep.”
“So you thought shoving Cheetos up my nose was the next best thing?”
“It worked didn’t it?” Hizashi was quiet before nodding his head.
“You know what, that’s fair. Thanks for waking me babe.” He kissed Shouta softly and got up to put on one of his nose strips, tossing the offending chips still in his hand away before crawling back into bed with his boyfriends.
“And that’s how my husbands almost killed me in my sleep by shoving Cheetos up my nose.” The class was quiet, Bakugou standing up quickly.
“There’s no fucking way that’s true.”
“It is. You can even ask Aizawa and Shirakumo about it.” As if the fates were watching Oboro opened the door to the classroom with a smile.
“Delivery for the cutest DJ at UA.” He cooed, walking over to his husband and handing him a bouquet of flowers and kissing his cheek.
“Aw babe, these are beautiful! Thank you!" Hizashi kissed him softly before going to set the flowers in the vase by the window, chuckling when he heard Tokoyami speak up.
“Shirakumo-Sensei, is it true that you and Aizawa-Sensei shoved Hot Cheetos in Yamada-Sensei’s nose?”
“Ah the Hot Cheeto incident. So a few years back when we were just starting out as pros…”