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This hasn’t been the worst fight they’ve been in, but Hizashi doesn’t know how much more Shota can take. He risks looking away from the villain he’s battling to see his partner, swinging from a light pole, barely avoiding attack after attack. A swift fist to his jaw brings him back, jumping off the villain in hopes of cornering them, preparing a loud scream.
The amplifier around his neck is still shiny and near new, only a few scuffs around the edges, and all it takes is a slight jerk of his head to switch it on, a familiar pop of feedback sounding out in his headphones. Hizashi clicks his tongue a few times, leans his head away from the mic to shout, “MUSIC TIME ERASER! YOU KNOW THE DRILL!” in accented english. Shota knows what to do, wrapping a free section of his scarf around his ears to dull the sound, where he then braces for the impact as his colleague screeches, voice loud and vibrating as it shakes the foundations around them, adding momentum to his swing, which is then used to land on the top of the pole, balancing as he bends down. He begins to retract his scarf, and once the majority of it is free from the pole, its thrown out to the villains below him, constricting their movements as they’re dragged together. The two villains take a moment to recover, before using their free legs to run off, dragging Shota to the floor, who greets the concrete below him with a hard smack, loosening his weapon just enough for the villains to free themselves.
Hizashi wastes no time in chasing after the villains, knowing that as painful as the fall must have been, Shota has dealt with worse and can handle it, as bad as acknowledging this is. He catches one of the villains in a headlock, dropping to the ground with a worrying crack, while a scarf wraps around the other, pulling them backwards as their head collides with the floor painfully.
By the time authorities have arrived, Hizashi and Shota are gone, hiding in an alleyway as they wait for Recovery Girl, “Shota,” Hizashi whines, looking down at the black haired man resting on his chest, “I still find it alarming that you don’t know what the inside of a hospital looks like.”
“Not my problem, Hiza.” he answers, but the smirk dancing over his face lets the blonde know he does, in fact, know it is his problem. He looks up at Hizashi, who presses a light kiss to the top of his head as he checks Chiyo’s location, “Ten more minutes babe.” he announces, resting his free hand on Shota’s stomach.
Confusion washes over Shota's face as he runs a hand over Hizashi’s, “This is your left hand right?” he asks, picking it up with both hands, spreading the fingers apart,
“Yes. Do you have a concussion?”
“Probably. Where’s the ring?”
“What ring?”
Shota pinches the top of Hizashi’s ring finger, moving it around a little before letting go of his hand. He tries to pick himself up, pain radiating from his ribs and arms, so he moves slowly, pain messing with is brain further as he makes his way into a leather clad lap, leaning in slowly to kiss the others lips. They have time, so the blonde indulges in this moment, mildly turned on by the beaten state of his boyfriend. Its slow but strong, and while the slightly metallic taste isn’t great, its familiar to Hizashi.
They break for air, Shota looking at him with lidded eyes, tensing in pain, when he whispers something before kissing him again. Hizashi kisses back, the words playing in his mind.
"Marry me."
They break apart again, pain radiating through their bones. Shota runs a hand through blonde hair, which had lost all its height after one of the villains covered him with water, whispering again, “I don’t have a ring, I’m in pain, and I want a nap. Marry me?” It’s phrased like a question, but they both its a demand. “You’re not thinking straight, you’re in pain.” He says, holding one side of the younger mans face,
“I’m not straight,” he replies with a laugh, “But I know what I’m thinking, and I know what I’m asking. Marry me, Hizashi?” he asks again, looking up at him with a soft smile. He melts under the others gaze, quietly replying, “Yes.” as they kiss again.
A few minuets later, Recovery Girl arrives, reprimanding the boys as she heals the surface damage and makes the deeper injuries easier to work with. They thank her and accept the offer of a ride home, leaning into each other as her old, beaten car drives up the steep roads to their house.
“Honestly you two,” She chastises, “You get the day off to celebrate your ten year anniversary, but spend the first half of it fighting villains! I can see what Nikko-san said when she you two were a perfect match.” The car takes a sharp turn, and they fly to the left side, “I’m surprised you accepted my ride offer. Thought you would have absconded to fight more villains! You’re not setting a good example for your students, you know that. Hizashi, what would your class say if they knew what you were doing today?”
Hizashi hides in his chest as he replies, “Sorry Chi-san.”
Shota laughs, feeling like a student again as the two of them get scolded. The car slows as Chiyo rambles on like the concerned grandmother she is to them, “Now, you two should celebrate your anniversary properly, before the day runs out.” They thank her for the ride and climb out of the car, stretching their limbs as they watch her drive off, “AND GET MARRIED SOON! SO YOU CAN GIVE ME GRANDKIDS! I MAY HAVE A SCHOOL OF THEM BUT I NEED MORE!” she shouts, car turning round a tight corner as they walk up to the door.
Just before they enter their home, before they get washed, dressed and presentable, before they have a quiet meal out at their favourite ramen spot, they kiss.
“Happy anniversary Shota. I love you.”
“Yeah yeah, Happy anniversary, love you too. Now move! There’s a jelly pack waiting for me.”