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“I just think it’s unfair that they get so much attention and our classes don’t!” Neito said for what must have been close to the fifth time in ten minutes.
Hitoshi wasn’t even attempting to stop him, he’d given up on that long ago. He just watched in awe, mesmerised by the reflection of the warm afternoon sun on his boyfriend’s golden blond hair, the way his bangs swayed in front of his face with every step in the school corridor. Every time Monoma opened his mouth to talk trash about his rivals’ class, all that the boy with indigo hair could hear flowing past his lips were a bunch of diamonds. Pretty, petty words that twinkled in the light as if to hide the fact that they were fake.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Shinso snapped out of his thought, eyes crossing the steel blue irises staring at him with accusation. The pair had stopped in front of one of the large doors that led into U.A’s classrooms.
“Yeah.” Hitoshi replied, grabbing the other boy by the arm to get him out of the way of the students that came flowing out the room after the bell rang. “You were talking about how much you hate everyone in class 1-A.”
“Everyone except that one splendid gem!” Neito declared loudly and shamelessly while the students passed the couple one by one, as if to let them know they simply didn’t compare to that one student in their class who was worthy of the blond’s love.
Neito snatched his arm back with a sigh when he got no reaction from Shinso, resting one shoulder on the wall. The two of them waited for a while, the blond staying strangely quiet, probably avoiding getting himself brainwashed into shutting up by his purple-eyed partner. So instead, his clear eyes glimmered with a passion that could easily be mistaken for greed.
The person they were waiting for finally crossed the doorway, twinkling like a star as he greeted his two partners.
“ Bonsoir mes chers !” Aoyama announced himself, opening his arms dramatically. “ Vous attendiez moi ?”
“ Oui, c’est cela .” Neito hissed with a small smirk.
The golden blond took a few proud strides over to his French boyfriend and gave him a quick tender kiss, which got the other one laughing loud enough for everyone to hear when Neito’s hands settled on the curve of his slim waist.
“ Pas ici mon ange !”
Hitoshi sighed before passing a hand over his face to hide the faint blush on his cheeks. What had he done to get himself into a relationship with two super extra blonds who drank wine at school and spoke fluent French? The thought only made him chuckle. He removed the hand from his face to admire the two shining boys flirting with each other like they usually did after class. A small smile crept on his lips and he had to look away to disguise it.
When Neito had first mentioned a student in 1-A that he didn’t hate like the others, Shinso had found it so intriguing that he had to meet him. The first time he had addressed Aoyama, the pretty boy had smiled smugly at him and kissed his hand in the most fashionably extra manner which got Hitoshi blushing before he could even realise what was happening. Of course, Monoma had not missed a crumb of the scene, and had asked Shinso later if he was interested in adding Aoyama into their relationship. For some reason he was still struggling to comprehend, the violet had accepted.
And now he was watching the sun and the stars fall in love with each other all over again from the shadows.
“Are you going to stand in the shade for much longer, ma lune ?” Aoyama inquired.
“I have no clue what that last part means, but yes.” Hitoshi crossed his arms over his chest.
“Now, now, don’t be like that!”
The young hero skipped towards the boy with purple hair and pulled him out of the dim corner into the light ray.
“It is much better to see your beautiful face in the sunlight, your skin tone complements and reflects it so perfectly!” Aoyama declared, still holding his boyfriend’s wrist and speaking in this overly mannered way coupled with a strong French accent that was only his.
That was one hell of a compliment coming from one of the most ridiculously good looking men Hitoshi had ever seen. Coupled with Neito, the two of them were almost impossible to look at because of how bright they shone. Shinso just didn’t feel like comparing to either of them on those terms.
Yuga was born in Japan but raised by two French parents who had always been very keen on transmitting their cultural heritage to their son, similarly to Monoma’s case. The blond’s mother was a French woman who had spent most of her life back in Europe, but had married a Japanese man and accepted to live in Asia. From what her son had told Hitoshi, she was a rather strict and serious woman who had always insisted and taken time in her busy life to teach her son the French language up to fluency, along with as much culture as she could. Apparently, she’d make him read French books at the age of five back in the days. There was no doubt Monoma was one clever and talented young man, although much of it disappeared behind his overly confident appearance and mocking remarks.
The three of them were, in a way, their own little universe. Monoma was the sun whom Shinso gravitated around like the moon, and Aoyama was the sprinkles of interest all by himself, the stars to their system.
A slight glimmer brought Shinso back on earth. He caught Neito’s clear blue eyes focused on him, and realised - too late again - that he’d completely zoned out while holding Yuga’s hands and was staring at the excited blond with slicked hair.
“Am I so dazzling that you lost your tongue, mon coeur ?”
Withdrawing his palms with an apparent blush, Shinso eyed Neito with a killer look as the golden blond tried to muffle a chuckle with the back of his hand.
“I was just lost in thoughts.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“The overly extra bitches you two make when you’re together.” Shinso said with a long sigh as he rolled his eyes.
This got both his boyfriends laughing, Monoma coming to pass an arm around Yuga’s shoulders. He could do it easily given he measured 170 centimetres, and Aoyama 168. Shinso, on the other hand, was taller than both of them with his 177 centimeters tall, which meant he now had two very pretty and adorable blonds with respectively amethyst and diamond eyes looking up at him with their smug faces.
“Stop that already.” The indigo-haired student grumbled, having to look away, unable to bear so much sparkling in one eyeful.
“But you love us!” Neito laughed.
“Indeed, how could you not? We are the prettiest boys around here, aren’t we, mon trésor ?”
“ Indéniablement .”
At that, they both exchanged an accomplice smirk and knowing look, turning to encircle their taller boyfriend with their arms before he could get away. With their faces close together like this, their hair blended, creating a golden mass above and around their heads.
As much as he attempted to wriggle out of the hold under the giggles of his partners, Hitoshi actually very much enjoyed their embraces. He felt lucky to have them in his life, things were so monotonous and depressing on his own. But at the same time. He felt almost too lucky… His pessimistic mind refused to believe things would last.
“Stop it, I said.” He groaned without much conviction.
The two boys let him go, their eyes meeting, Yuga’s questioning look answered by a shrug from Neito.
“Let’s go then.” The 1-B student declared.
Shinso and Monoma went to pick up the bags they’d left by the door and walked back over to Aoyama who was waiting for them in the middle of the corridor. Everyone else had left by now, and the only sounds that could be heard were the chirpings of birds and faint honking of cars seeping in through the slightly opened windows.
Walking as the left wing of their trio, Hitoshi felt Neito’s fingers come to entangle themselves in his. The way the soft skin casually slid against his own made the violet’s spine shiver and colonies of butterflies rise from his belly to his heart. He briefly looked right to see Yuga’s hand naturally find its place in the other blond’s. And even though he had doubts on how much longer this would go on, in this moment Shinso wished it’d be forever. Them walking in the long corridors after school as the orange light with gold accents lit their path, hands in hands.
The boy with a Copy Quirk must have caught the change of pressure around his fingers and the slight change of light in his boyfriend’s purple eyes, because when Yuga asked him:
“ Est-ce qu’il va bien ?”
He replied:
“ Oui, ne t'inquiètes pas .”
Hitoshi groaned annoyingly again.
“I don’t speak French but I can tell when you two are talking about me!”
The blonds giggled, throwing playful looks back and forth between their triad.
“ Oh, vraiment ? Et qu’est ce qu’on dit alors ..?”
“ Oublie, mon chou, c’est cause perdue; cet amour a de la crème a la place du cerveau quand il en vient aux langues .”
“ Étonnant pour quelqu’un qui peut se glisser dans la tête des gens, moi je dis ...”
The noise of their conversation faded like a warm background noise of twisted tongues and rolled r’s in his partner’s throats, allowing Hitoshi to focus on his surroundings while listening to the undeniably beautiful sounds the two others made when addressing each other. Although he pretended to hate whenever they discussed in French because he couldn’t understand, he secretly loved it. It made his heart tingle to see them excitedly converse with each other, as if they were plotting a thousand playful shenanigans against him, or even implying way too many adventurous ideas with their singsong tones…
He had actually started learning French, so he would occasionally be able to catch a word or two, but he didn’t have much time to himself, and he preferred to relax a bit when he could. He was currently working really hard to transfer to the hero course in his second year of high school, which meant he couldn’t really spare any time to learn another language on top of everything. He was okay with sticking to Japanese and English for now.
Him and his partners’ exchanges were mainly composed of Japanese, but Hitoshi and Neito both spoke English when they were alone, just for the fun of it. And of course, Neito and Yuga spoke French together. Whenever they would meet up, Shinso’s world would become full of strange syllables and manners. With time, he’d learned to appreciate and even love them, but at first he used to feel left out.
“Well, you needn’t worry, my dear, we are here if you want to talk about anything.” Yuga said with an obvious wink, dragging the purple-haired student out of his thinking once again.
“He’s right, you can always tell us what’s on your mind, right ?” Monoma added, starting his sentence in Japanese and letting it unravel on his tongue, finishing off with a simple English word that even Aoyama would be able to understand.
Shinso eyed him and the sweet blond for a second, taking in their brightness so pure it lit up the darkest corners of his heart, and gently squeezed Neito’s fingers in his palm.
“ Je sais .” Hitoshi replied, knowing perfectly well that his pronunciation of ‘I know’ couldn’t be any more inaccurate.
The trio laughed, heading off school grounds under the spring trees casting rounded and soft shadows on the grass under their feet. Knowing U.A, Shinso was sure dark days would be ahead, but who was he to refuse fighting his way through them without two living stars at his side?