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“Aizawa is g-gonna wonder where we are…”
Hitoshi just laughs aloud, which makes Izuku lightly hit him on the arm and huff.
“I’m being serious, he’s gonna be upset we didn’t say where we were going..”
The purple-haired boy just grabs Izuku’s face and kisses him gently, making the shorter boy squeak.
“T-Toshi!” He whines.
“Mhm..?” Hitoshi is grinning mischievously now, and it makes Izuku pout.
The flower field they were laying in blows gently in the wind, surrounding the couple in an almost sweet smell.
It was the UA garden they were in- and er, it was without permission.
They snuck in during lunch and it was now.. Well it should be their second class afterwards by now. Hitoshi insisted on staying longer, and Izuku honestly doesn’t know why he was listening to him. He was missing class after all- but.. He wasn’t really making the effort to move, was he?
He could go to class at any time… Yet doing that sounded kinda exhausting.
Maybe he did need a break- and Hitoshi knew that.
Ugh- but Aizawa was definitely going to be upset.
“Can I at least text Sensei where we are? I don’t w-want to give him another heart attack, especially after the last time…” Izuku says tiredly, and in response Hitoshi nods but playfully kisses Izuku on the nose which makes the shorter boy flick him on the forehead in response.
“You wound me.” Hitoshi huffs dramatically, watching as Izuku takes out his phone and pulls up his group chat with Aizawa and another teacher Hitoshi can’t see the name of from the angle he’s looking at.
“Aizawa said you already texted him…” Izuku glares lightly up at Hitoshi, “You planned this, didn’t you?”
Hitoshi snickers, not saying a word and just pulling Izuku closer to him, peppering the boy’s freckled face in kisses which makes Izuku whine.
“I’m dating a gremlin,” Izuku states, trying to push Hitoshi away but the purple haired freakin troll has his arms around Izuku tight and he rolls over so Izuku is now beneath him. “A y-year ago you would’ve crushed me like this.” The shorter boy grumbles, though not against having such a weight on top of him. It was weirdly grounding.
If only Hitoshi wasn’t being such a weirdo right now.
“I could fall asleep like this.” Hitoshi comments, and Izuku gasps.
“Absolutely n-not!” He baps Hitoshi on the head, making the taller boy laugh, “if we want to sl-s- ermph-” He pushes Hitoshi’s face away again from kiss attacks, “if we want to sleep we go back to the dorms AFTER we had a sh-shower.”
“Shower together?” Hitoshi questions, voice suddenly overly soft that makes Izuku raise an eyebrow.
“You’re weak.” Izuku deadpans.
“I am whipped. Not Weak. Big difference. And excuse me if I like shampooing your hair.”
“You just like doing it because you like seeing my hair puff up afterwards.”
“I don’t see you arguing that you don’t like it either?”
Izuku just rolls his eyes fondly, “Whatever, a-are we staying here or g-going back to the dorms?”
“Dorms. Definitely dorms.” Hitoshi stands up so suddenly, pulling Izuku up and grinning like a big sap. “Honestly Izuku, you spoil me.”
“...” Izuku stares at Hitoshi with a defiant frown, “I’m telling Aizawa you took his coffee maker last week.”
Hitoshi’s mouth gapes open, one hand raising up to point at Izuku as the boy processes what was said. “How did you even know that?”
“Toshi, you’re not slick. It’s under your b-bed.” Izuku grabs Hitoshi’s hand, smirking when the taller boy just scoffs and lets himself be dragged towards the dorms with a pout on his face.
They undress in Izuku’s dorm, using the short boy’s bathroom to shower together- (Hitoshi using a different shampoo brand this time, which is.. Suspicious, but Izuku allows it since it smells like strawberries.) They end up on the bed together in their pajamas, Izuku sighing contently as Hitoshi dries his hair behind him using a soft towel.
The taller boy seemed determined for Izuku’s hair to dry as quickly as possible, and Izuku was a-okay with the head massage.
The rest of the day is spent with Hitoshi taking pictures of Izuku’s overly fluffy hair- most of the pictures involve him pouting but others smiling at something Hitoshi said.
When Aizawa checks up on the two of them, they’re in bed fast asleep. Hitoshi’s hand in Izuku’s hair and the two boys in very odd positions- but still very close.
It makes the teacher sigh, though fondly, and let them sleep.
Problem children.
His problem children, no matter what, apparently.
....
He’s showing Hizashi the pictures he got.