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Shouta walked alongside his husband, smiling a little as the blond talked, subject switching periodically. His Friday night show had gone great, his fans had loved it. Aizawa’s class had been absolutely hopeless in their English class, with more than half of them failing the week’s test. Then he moved on to how great the cafe they were going to was, how he’d heard it had the best coffee in Tokyo.
Shouta loved hearing Hizashi talk, not that he’d ever admit it to anyone but the man himself. They didn’t go out very often, with both of their busy work schedules, and it was nice to spend some quality time together, even if the blond chattered his ear off about things that didn’t necessarily matter. There were important to Hizashi, so he was happy to listen.
He took his hand, making him pause, and Hizashi beamed at him, giving his hand a squeeze as they continued walking. The weight of Hizashi’s palm was comforting against his. It wasn’t often he actually got to relax and enjoy the sights and sounds of Tokyo.
Most times he only went out because there were idiot villains to deal with.
He looked around, as people flowed around them, talking, laughing, street vendors calling out, trying to convince people to buy their products, children tagging along behind their parents, begging to get some Taiyaki or something else from said street vendor.
He smirked to himself a little when one mother gave in, much to the happiness of her child.
Suddenly, Hizashi shook his shoulder, and he jumped, alarmed, scanning the area quickly, looking for trouble. Had something happened? There weren’t screams, but that didn’t mean--
“Ohmygod, Sho, look! KITTENS!~”
He swatted Hizashi’s shoulder, the blond yelping and shooting him an indignant look.
“Hey, what was that for, babe!?”
“That was for scaring me and making me think something was wrong,” he shot back, and Hizashi huffed.
Almost immediately though, his husband was pointing enthusiastically over at a vendor, probably someone from an animal shelter, who had a box of kittens in front of them. There were a bunch of other people around, and he wasn’t keen on getting in the middle of that, no matter how much he loved cats.
Hizashi, on the other hand, had other ideas, yanking Shouta through the crowd, practically bouncing with excitement. He barrelled through with scattered apologies, Shouta just along for the ride, shooting amused looks at the people who gave his husband dirty looks. If they knew who he really was, every one of them wouldn’t care if the blond stepped on them.
They made it to the vendor, the young woman looking at them with a smile, looking confused as to why the blond stranger and his raven-haired companion had just trampled through a crowd to look at a box of kittens.
“Hello, how may I help you?”
Hizashi was petting a small yellow tabby, cooing at it, scratching its ears. “Helloo, cutie!~”
Shouta picked up a black kitten, who rubbed his face against his hand, tiny body vibrating with purrs. He looked at the woman. “How much to adopt?”
Later, at their apartment, with both of them curled up on the couch with their two new kittens (Sunny and Shadow) on their chests, Shouta smirked at Hizashi.
“You still owe me coffee, lover boy.”
Hizashi snorted a laugh, kissing him on the cheek. “I know."