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"Hey, Mr. Yamada, are you alright?" A small voice startles the voice hero out of his current paperwork.

Hizashi glances at the source of the voice. Oh, it was Uraraka, who was looking... concerned? If Hizashi was being honest, the question confused him. He had just been sitting, grading papers. What did she mean by that?

“I'm perfectly fine, but thanks for asking, listener!" He answers, shooting her a grin.

"I mean," Her hands begin to fiddle as she looks down. "Like, in your relationship."

Okay, now that was a shock. He usually got people asking if his ears were okay because of his quirk, or if his significant other was losing his hearing because of it. He never had people expressing concern over his actual relationship though.

"My relationship? I don’t think that-" The blonde is cut off by the younger girl.

"With all due respect Yamada-Sensei, I was just worried. You talk about them fondly, but they sound controlling." She wraps her arms around herself, "From what you’ve said, they seem scary, and mean. I was just a little worried about how they would treat someone like y-" Her explanation is cut off by a voice from the door.

"That's completely inappropriate, Uraraka. Go before I give you detention." Someone speaks up from the door. Speak of the devil.

"Yes, Aizawa-Sensei." She bows quickly before scurrying out of the room.

Once she’s gone, Aizawa shuts the door behind her, turning to his husband. “Care to explain what that was about?” He asks, walking up to the male.

“I don’t exactly know. She seemed to be worried about my relationship. You in particular.” Hizashi shrugs, walking over to his husband. “She thinks you’re this big bad wolf, mean and scary, because of how I talk about you.” The blonde smiles softly and wraps his arms around his shoulders.

Aizawa sighs and melts into his touch, wrapping his own arms around his waist. “Still. I don’t like what she was trying to insinuate.”

“And what was that, Shou?” Hizashi hums.

“That I’m hurting you.” Shouta shakes his head. “She’s not the first person to think that.”

“C’mon Shouta. She’s just a kid. She hasn’t ever even been in a relationship before. She doesn’t know you like I do.” Hizashi assures him. “Plus, I could protect myself. I’m not a weak little damsel in distress.” Hizashi presses a quick kiss to his cheek before letting go. “C’mon Shou, let’s get home. I can make dinner, and then we’ll have a relaxing night of grading papers.”

The underground hero chuckles. “Okay.”

***

“Okay class, translate-” Hizashi is cut off as his phone rings. Yeah, it was unprofessional, but it was the front office. Hizashi puts up a finger to his students before taking the call.

“Present Mic, there’s something for you in the office.” The secretary says, before hanging up.

“Well. That was brief.” He laughs softly, slipping his phone back in his pocket. He looks around the classroom before pointing to Iida. “Iida, would you mind running down to the office and grabbing something? Someone left something for me.”

Iida springs up, stiff as a board. “Of course Yamada-Sensei!” With that, he runs out of the classroom. The voice hero chuckles but carries on with his lesson.

Soon enough, Iida returns with said object, handing it to his teacher. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it was definitely not a bouquet of flowers.

“Here Yamada-Sensei,” Iida tells him, handing the bouquet to him, ignoring his own blush.

Hizashi frowns before taking it. “I’m sure this is a mistake.” He assures the class, looking at the card.

There’s a little drawing of a cat on it. He smiles softly, knowing it was from none other than Aizawa.

He sets them down on the table and continues to teach. That only lasts a second before the whole class erupts with questions.

“Why did you get those?”

“Who are they from?”

“Are they from Aizawa Sensei?”

Mic laughs before calming them all down. “Alright, little Listeners! Calm down!” He yells. Once the class is quiet enough, he begins to talk. “Who they’re from isn’t your concern, but I know you guys will go snooping if you don’t find out. They are from my significant other.” He smiles softly. “I don’t know why they got me them, but they’re just sweet like that sometimes.” With that, he continues class.

***

Hizashi brings up the flowers again when the two heroes are both at home, lying in bed together after some.. strenuous activities.

“Hey Shou?” Hizashi questions, looking up at his panting husband. He makes a small humming noise as if to say that he was listening. “What was up with the flowers today?”

Shouta shifts slightly, wrapping an arm around Hizashi’s shoulders. “I can’t just do something nice for you?”

“Of course you can, but you only ever get me flowers when you think you did something wrong. I can’t think of anything you did though.” Hizashi explains, tracing shapes on Shouta’s bare chest.

Shouta sighs, looking at the ceiling. It was always beyond him how Hizashi could just bounce back so quickly after they had sex. He could be ready for a second round before Shouta even caught his breath. “I just wanted to do something nice.”

Hizashi hums, moving so he’s on top of Shouta, looking into his eyes. “C’mon Shou. Was it what Uraraka said?”

At that, Shouta looks away, hair hiding his face.

“Aw, Shouta. You can’t let that get to you. You just can’t. You treat me like a prince, and you would never hurt me.” Hizashi sighs softly, bringing his hand up to cup his face.

"She's not the first person to think that, you know.." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around Hizashi and pulls him close so they were cuddling. “How good can I be, if multiple people think that I’m hurting you?” He says in an uncharacteristically small voice.

Hizashi moves to look at his husband, shaking his head. “Shou-”

Shouta sighs.”Nevermind.” He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Let’s just sleep, Yeah?”

Hizashi most definitely wasn’t done worrying about this, but he didn’t want to pry. “Okay, but this isn't over. I love you.”

“Love you too Hizashi.”

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The first thing Shouta thought about when he woke up this morning, was about how he was going to change. He wasn’t one for change. Personally, he liked routine and hated it when really anything changed.

But he needed to change. He needed to become better for his husband. Inside and out. Shouta glances over at the man who was currently drooling on his chest.

Shouta brings up a hand to pet his husband’s hair with a sigh. Hizashi was beautiful. That much was obvious. With his long blonde hair and his blinding smile, Hizashi could have anyone he wanted. But he chose Shouta... Shouta had no idea what made him choose him of all people, but he wanted to make sure that Hizashi wouldn’t regret his decision.

The underground hero slowly untangles himself from his husband before making his way to the bathroom. Shouta looks at himself in the mirror, sighing softly. The first thing he decided the needed to change was his appearance. He was scruffy, obviously. He didn’t have an extensive beauty routine like Hizashi did, but he should probably do something to make himself less of an eyesore.

The first thing he grabs is his razor and the shaving cream. The beard had to go. He spread the cream across his face before scraping the sharp metal across his face, taking his signature stubble with it.

It takes quite a bit of time to get all of the hair and make sure he didn’t miss any spots, but soon enough, it was finished.

Once he rinses the shaving cream off his face, he looks at the time, reasoning that he had enough time to make breakfast before Hizashi woke up.

There wasn't much that Shouta knew how to make, but he supposed that eggs and bacon couldn't be too hard.

The raven-haired hero begins to prepare breakfast as his husband stumbles out of their room.

"Shouta? Why are you up so early?" He asks, moving over to his husband. "And making breakfast?" The blonde questions, making his way to his husband. Hizashi presses a hand to his forehead, frowning. "Are you sick?"

Shouta sighs, his husband's worry almost upsetting. He hated that when Shouta just wanted to do something nice, Hizashi thought something was wrong. 'Really shows how shitty of a husband I am..'

"I'm not sick," Shouta assures him, taking his husband's hand off his forehead. He presses a kiss to it before letting it go. "Go sit down, Hizashi. Breakfast is almost ready."

As he's kissed, Hizashi almost screams. "Y-You shaved!" He points, backing up from him. "I'm serious, what's going on?"

Shouta looks at the ceiling with a small sigh. "Nothing is going on. I'm fine. Now go sit." Shouta puts a strawberry in Hizashi's gaping mouth before giving him a small push.

Hizashi nods, looking a bit dazed, and sits down at their table.

***

After breakfast, Hizashi has to leave to go on patrol, so that gave Shouta time to assess himself.

That led to the underground hero standing in his underwear in front of their full-body mirror, judging every curve and angle on his body. It wasn’t like he had many curves to begin with, but where he could find them, he hated it.

The first thing he noticed was his thighs. They were just too... big.

Second was just his whole torso. In his eyes, his abs were gone, and he was gaining weight. He had really let himself go lately, and it was a wonder why Hizashi even still had sex with him. He couldn’t even imagine why Hizashi wanted to even look at him. God, he hadn’t felt like this since high school..

In any case, he needed to up his workout routine and get back into shape. To do that, he needed to probably cut back on his eating habits. On top of all of that, he needed to do more for his husband. Take him out on more dates, hug and kiss him more etc.

This was going to be a long ride.

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It had been a week since the breakfast incident, and things had mellowed out a little in the Yamada-Aizawa household.

For the most part.

Hizashi had been noticing small things about his husband that were a bit out of the ordinary. First of which was his eating habits. Shouta had always been very fit throughout the time Hizashi had known him. There was a rule that Hizashi practically lived by, ‘A well-fed Shouta is a happy Shouta’. Even when Hizashi had met Shouta’s parents, they had shown him photos of his husband as a baby. Even as an infant, he had been a cute chunky baby.

But lately, Shouta hadn’t been eating as much. He was barely eating those jelly packs he always carried around. It was worrying Hizashi.

Not to mention that he had also picked up on his workout routine. That was concerning in its own sense.

Hizashi looks at his sleeping husband, running a hand down his chest and stomach. Shouta was a well-built man. Hizashi always joked that he was built like a Greek god, but he really was. Shouta never had a flat stomach and distinct abs, but that was because he was realistically strong, not bulked up like All Might. Shouta was insanely strong already, but his muscles just didn’t show as much as others.

Hizashi squeezes his husband’s arm with a small sigh. His mind couldn't help but wander, wondering why his husband was doing this.

***

"Hey, Hizashi!"

The voice hero scans the cafe for the source of the voice, happy to see his age-old friend sitting at a table, waiting for him.

"Hey Nem, sorry I'm late. I had a bit of a rough morning.." Hizashi chuckles as he sits down and unwraps his scarf.

"It's no problem." Nemuri waves him off. "What I'm curious about is why you totally blew me off last week!"

Hizashi only shakes his head. "I'm going to need some coffee before I relive that fiasco."

The black-haired woman grins and stands, walking to the order counter. Hizashi sits patiently, going over everything that had happened in the past week in his head.

Soon enough, Nemuri was back with two mugs of hot coffee, handing one to Hizashi. “Okay, now spill!” She grins, taking a sip of her own coffee.

Hizashi begins to explain everything as Nemuri nods with an avid fixation on what the blonde was saying. It takes a bit, but soon, Hizashi was done.

“So? What do you think is going on?” The voice hero questions, leaning back in his chair.

“Well..” Nemuri looks to be thinking before a sour expression crosses across her face. “My first instinct is cheating,” A pained expression crossed Hizashi’s face. “But, Shouta is a good man. He would never do that to you.” She adds quickly with a sigh of her own.

The voice hero rakes a hand through his hair. “Well, what else could be going on?”

“I really don’t know. Have you guys gotten in any fights lately?” Hizashi shakes his head at that. “Well, is there anything else weird?”

“Nem, I’m married to a man who sleeps in a bright yellow sleeping bag in public. When isn’t he weird?”

“You know what I mean.” Hizashi thinks for a moment before his ears turn bright red and his hair falls in his face. “What is it?”

“Sh’akeph’sshronwilweh’dx..” He says quickly, face getting even redder.

“What? You have to slow down.” Nemuri says with an exasperated huff.

Hizashi takes a deep breath before talking again, this time only in a whisper.

“Seriously Hizashi. You need to speak up.” Nemuri leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples.

“I said that Shouta has been keeping his shirt on during sex, yo!” He says, albeit a bit loudly, equally exasperated.

A beat of silence passes in the cafe before the conversations resume. Nemuri looked surprised. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Well..” Nemuri starts before cutting herself off. “Maybe he wants to wear something during sex?” She offers, hands messing with her coffee mug. “I really don’t know why he would do that.”

Hizashi puts his head down, shaking his head. “No. We’ve done... that before, but I was the one doing it. He never seemed interested in being the one actually in anything.”

“Okay, first of all, too much information-”

“You asked!” The blonde interjects,

“-and second of all, I don’t know what could be going on with him. Normally, I would assume that he’s insecure, but this is Shouta we’re talking about.” Nemuri lets out a long sigh before sipping on her coffee.

“I don’t know, Nem. Shouta hasn’t really had an episode of insecurity since high school. I sort of assumed he grew out of it.” Hizashi looks into his mug. “He did too. But you remember how bad it got back in school, right?”

Nemuri looks sorrowful. “I remember all right. He was in the hospital for a week, right?”

“Week and a half..” Hizashi corrects, knuckles turning white as he gripped his coffee cup. Nemuri reaches across the table, grabbing one of his hands.

“Hey, Hizashi.” She says softly, face written with concern. “That isn’t happening again. As you said, he grew out of it.”

“Yeah..” Hizashi breathes out, shaking his head. “Sorry Nem, I’ve kinda ruined this coffee date, huh?”

“Nah. not really. You just need to keep an eye on your husband for me.” She assures, grabbing her purse and standing. “I’ve got to run. I’m due for a patrol soon.”

Hizashi stands up as well, giving the woman a hug. “Thanks for listening.”

“Anytime.”

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When he woke up, everything just felt wrong.

As a pro hero, Shouta had a lot of those days. Days when he woke up and just knew this day was going to suck. But this.. This was different.

He flips over to cuddle his husband, hoping that he would at least get a little more sleep before this bad day had a chance to start. But the sheets were cold and Hizashi was nowhere to be seen. Shouta makes a small huffing sound before sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

The hero yawns and shuffles to the bathroom, overwhelming tiredness washing over his body. He looks at himself in the mirror.

“Huh?” He tiredly gropes around his chest, looking for the silver band that always hung there. It wasn’t there. How could it be gone? He never took it off!

Shouta all but runs into the shared room to look through the blankets and under pillows. He searches through drawers and in pockets of his dirty clothes but still comes up empty-handed.

“Okay, This is fine.” He mumbled to himself, running a hand through his hair. Hizashi. He should ask Hizashi. His husband probably took it for cleaning or something. Yeah.

“Hizashi?” He questions, walking out into the living room. His shoulders relaxed at the sight of his husband on the couch. “Do you know where my ring is?”

The blonde gives him a questioning glance. “Ring?”

Shouta nods, moving to wrap an arm around the other. “Yeah. My ring.”

“I don’t know, Aizawa. Keep track of your own stuff.” Hizashi moves away from him, taking the other’s arm off of him.

Shouta frowns. “Aizawa?” He repeats softly. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, I’m not mad at you. Do you have a problem with being called Aizawa? It’s your name, isn’t it?”

Shouta grabs Hizashi’s hand, his heart breaking in two. “Where’s your ring, Hizashi?”

Hizashi tugs his hand back. “My ring? Don’t you remember? We ended this.”

~~~

Shouta’s eyes snap open. He wakes up in a cold sweat with tears already running down his face. The black-haired male attempts to settle his breathing, a hand coming up to close around the ring that hung around his neck. When his fingers closed around cool metal, he could calm down a little. He throws the covers off of himself and pads out to see Hizashi. He needed to see Hizashi right now.

The moment Shouta catches sight of his husband, his heartbeat settled a bit. Shouta settles next to his husband on the couch, tentatively wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. Hizashi leans into him with a small hum.“Hizashi?” He asks. “Can I see your ring?”

“Hm? Yeah.” Hizashi brings his hand up and begins to take it off. Shouta stops him from taking it off.

“Wait, don’t take it off. I just wanted to make sure you were wearing it.” Shouta explains, a hand over Hizashi’s.

“Are you alright?” Hizashi questions, moving to face the other.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Can I ask you to do one more thing?”

“Sure Shou. What is it.” Hizashi runs a hand through his husband’s dark locks, idly picking knots out.

“Call me Shouta? Please? I just want to hear you say it.”

Hizashi frowns, pressing a hand to his forehead. “You’re all sweaty. Did you have another nightmare?” At that, Shouta hesitates, but nods.

“Well, I promise you that none of it is real, okay?” Hizashi takes his face in his hands. “No matter what dream me said, I love you, Shouta Aizawa-Yamada. I love you so much. More than you even know.”

Shouta lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “I love you too.”

Hizashi begins to sit up. “I was waiting for you to get up so I could make some blueberry pancakes. So I’m going to go do that because you can’t be sad if you have blueberry pancakes.”

Shouta grins. “I suppose not.”

“There’s that smile I love.”

Shouta raises a brow. “You mean this smile?” He then proceeds to give a non-genuine smile that usually creeped out his students.

“Not that one..” Hizashi cringes, turning around and going to the kitchen.

Shouta only laughs and follows him.

Now this..

This felt right.