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A chilling shiver runs down Shuichi’s spine as he stirs from his sleep, reaching forward to feel that the permanent impression in the sheets next to him is empty and has long since lost its warmth. His eyes blur in and out of focus as his brain slowly begins to start up. He lazily rolls over, throwing his feet over the bed until his socks hit the carpeted floor. Spinner wraps the comforter around himself before beginning his shuffle to leave the welcoming mixture of slumber warmth and lonely coldness in favour for trying to find where his boyfriend had wandered off to.
As Shuichi steps farther down the hallway, he hears the sloshing of water and the clinking of dishes and silverware. Once he reaches the doorway of the kitchen, he sees Shigaraki basking in the air of the late afternoon light, shirtless as he carefully handles the dirty dishes. His baggy sweatpants hanging loosely in his hips.
Yawning, Spinner steps lazily until he’s behind Shigaraki, the tips of his claws tenderly brushing against the bandages wrapped around the man’s chest. Shuichi rests his chin on Shigaraki’s shoulder before speaking, voice still groggy and rumbling from the tiredness of late night gaming.
“Tomu, you shouldn’t be pushing yourself yet. You need to recover from your surgery.”
Shigaraki playfully clicks his tongue as he continues on with his task. “It’s just dishes, Shu, I think I’ll survive.”
Shuichi’s voice becomes much more stern and serious. “Tomu, are the dishes worth 800,000 yen?”
Shigaraki freezes at that, turning his head just slightly to leer at his boyfriend through the corner of his eyes. “...No.”
“Exactly.” Shuichi nods and curls his arms around Shigaraki’s waist. “Put the spoon down- and please don’t stab me with it. Dabi’s on dish duty.”
Shigaraki puffs out his short-lived irritation as he does exactly as he was told. Dropping the spoon into the sink, causing water and soap to splash onto a large section of the counter. “But Dabi doesn’t wash them. He just shoves everything into the dishwasher. Everything comes out greasy and fucking disgusting.”
Shuichi gives the other a kiss to his shoulder. “I can coerce Dabi into actually washing the dishes by convincing Jin to help. They’ll spend all evening doing the dishes together.”
Shigaraki huffs, “Yeah, but then they’ll spend all night-”
Shuichi cuts him off with a gentle kiss. Tomura turns in his arms to face him, cupping his face with a few fingers lifted. After a moment, Shuichi pulls back as he sighs. “How are you feeling, Tomu?”
Shigaraki relaxes into Shuichi’s touch. “Very sore.”
“Gee Tomura, I wonder why. It’s not like you just had top surgery or anything like that.” Shuichi bites back his laughter as he shakes his head at the other.
“Shut up. It will take more than a surgery to put me down.” Tomura huffs, his bangs fwiping from his face momentarily.
Shuichi’s smile turns soft as he nuzzles Tomura’s cheek. “I know, babe. But remember, just because you can doesn’t mean you should. I promise none of us think any less of you. You could still hand all of us our asses on a silver platter like this.” Shuichi pulls back once more to look Tomura in his eyes. “You’ve taken care of us, let us take care of you,” Spinner tilts his head into Tomura’s palm, “okay?”
Tomura closes his eyes, exhaling as he nods. Once he begins to speak, he looks into Shuichi’s eyes softly. “Okay.”
Shuichi’s grin grows as he presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. “Thank you. Want me to ask Big Sis to pick up some pizza on her way home?”
Tomura chuckles. “Yeah, we could also ask her to stop at the gaming store too. She’s been robbing every excuse to go out since she’s physically transitioned.”
Spinner lets out a bellowing laugh. “Yeah, how many mall trips did she go out on just last week?”
“Nine, I think. Four with Toga, one with Toga and Sako, two Jin and Dabi and Toga, and then one with Sako, and the last one with Kurogiri.” Tomura smiles. “When she isn’t here waiting on my hand and foot alongside you, she’s out and about. I remember her going on about being Sako’s assistant and how he said he could make wonderful use of both her feminine charm for the crowd and her pure strength and muscle for the on stage heavy illusions.”
“Ooo, we should catch her debut. Sako might even get us tickets for nosebleed seats.”
Tomura pouts. “But we won’t be able to throw popcorn at Endevwhore from the nosebleeds.”
Spinner chuckles as he pulls Tomura into the living room. “That’s why we’d bring the nerf guns babe.”
Tomura’s eyes widen in a childlike wonder at the idea of shooting Enji with nerf guns during his performance. “Shu. You’re a motherfuckin genius.”
Spinner laughs once more as he criss-crosses in the corner spot of the living room’s sectional, helping Tomura get comfortable in his lap once he’s settled. They fought over that spot for months until they finally figured out this compromise. Shuichi wraps the blanket around the both of them once Tomura is settled.
Tomura sends Big Sis a text asking for pizza, video games, and sniper nerf guns. Chucking his phone onto the next seat cushion, Tomura cuddles carefully into Shuichi’s side, cautious of his surgical wounds. The two begin to giggle as they take turns peppering kisses all over each other’s faces. Shuichi hugs Toumra’s waist as he begins to press kisses farther down, trailing down Tomura’s neck to his collarbone to the edge of his bandages. Tomura’s fingers tangle into Spinner’s pink locks, pressing kisses to his hairline.
They both wonder how lucky they are- what they did to deserve the love of their family and each other. Wrapped in a blanket, tucked safely in their own little corner of the world. Everything they ever wanted right here.
“Shu,” Tomura whispers into Shuichi’s hair, “I love you.”
Spinner nuzzles into the side of Tomura’s neck. “I love you too, Tomu.”
They sit in a comfortable silence for a long while, trying to build enough heat between them to avoid getting up to turn the thermostat up or get more blankets.
That is, the silence is comforting until they get blinded with a flash of light.
Dabi’s gruff voice carries out. “Oh shit, forgot to turn the flash off.”
Meanwhile, Toga runs out from the closet her and Dabi were squeezed into with a joyful squeal. “Jiiiiiin, Tomu said it first! You owe me twenty bucks!”
“Aww fuck.” Jin’s voice sounds from the otherside of the house. “With what money? Shu, I believed in you!”
Shuichi’s face begins to match his hair as an embarrassing bright blush crosses it.
Tomura giggles as he launches the nearest throw pillow at Dabi, who wasn’t as fast as Toga was to make his escape.
“Fuckers! Sometimes I wonder why I love y’all!”
Dabi hangs back out the kitchen doorway, his free arm held over his heart. “Aw, Boss, you love us? I’m shocked.”
Toga pokes out under Dabi’s arm. “Shut the fuck up pretty boy. Of course he loves us. Plus, it’s illegal to not love Jin. You should know this. You’re the one dating him.”
Spinner chokes down his blush. “Toga, we’re technically terrorists. Illegal is our whole thing.”
Toga raises an eyebrow at the man. “Are you saying you don’t love Jin?”
“...You got me there. It is impossible to not like him.”
“Shut the fuck up, y’all are gonna make me fuckin cry. I love y'all first!”
The living room inhabitants begin to erupt into fits of laughter.
How did they get so lucky?