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Hizashi and Shouta had been living in a shared apartment for two months now. They had already talked about doing this during their time at U.A. and when they graduated, they decided to implement this idea. Neither of them had a lot of savings and their parents couldn't help them out financially either. Moreover, as beginners in the pro-hero industry, you don't earn very well. And besides they were best friends and spent a lot of time together anyway. And since they had applied for jobs in different hero offices and Hizashi had also started a job at the city radio station, they were in no danger of getting on each other's nerves.
But living together proved to be more problematic than either of them had expected.
Hizashi had already suspected he was gay during his time in the U.A. and as he moved in with Shouta, he became more certain of it.
He noticed that he was looking after his best friend more and more often, his gaze examining the black-haired man's well-toned body. They had separate rooms, but it happened sometimes that Shouta walked around the apartment dressed only in his underwear. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem if he had have other roommates. Hizashi, however, had a hard time not to stare at him with his mouth open. Apart from the fact that he got terribly hot every time it came to such a situation between them. Shouta obviously didn't care, nor did he really seem to notice his friends behavior.
Hizashi had thought about talking to Shouta about his feelings several times, but he couldn't bring himself to tell his friend. What if Shouta would find him disgusting after such a confession and their friendship would then be over? Hizashi couldn't bear that. But what were the chances that Shouta would return his feelings? Too small, the blond decided and continued to hide his longings. And eventually the tender longing for his friend turned into painful longing, because he was sure his feelings would never be returned. He just couldn't imagine it.
Being around Shouta all the time didn't make it any better. And every situation that made Hizashi's heart beat faster and fired his fantasies was so incredibly painful and torturous at the same time.
But as the months went by, the blond got better and better at hiding his feelings and emotions behind a bright smile and a particularly even louder and exaggerated manner.
Once Shouta fell asleep on the sofa during a movie night together and Hizashi carefully tucked him in, turned off the TV and went to his own room to sleep.
Another time, the black-haired man was taking a shower when Hizashi went to get his keys, which he had left in the bathroom. While he went to the small bathroom cabinet and reached for his keys, he blatantly looked at his friend in the shower. The shower door was opaque, but Hizashi could make out Shouta's silhouette. He recognized the strong back, muscular legs, and well-toned arms. Hizashi had gradually become accustomed to feeling hot, partially dizzy, and having "things" going on in his head. As he held his keys, he walked out without another word. Shouta probably hadn't even noticed him.
When the blond saw Shouta talking to a woman and maybe even smiling or laughing, Hizashi felt a burning jealousy in his chest. But he also knew that he had no right to feel that way.
When they sat together on the sofa watching a movie, Hizashi wanted to put his arm around his friend. Wanted to pull him to him, rest Shouta's head on his chest, and gently run it through the black full hair.
When they ate together, it wanted to reach for Shouta's hand and tenderly stroke each finger individually.
When they trained together, it wanted to hug him and hold him so tightly that the black-haired man could not have escaped.
When they sat across from each other and Shouta licked his lips with his tongue, Hizashi imagined what it would be like to kiss those lips, to taste Shouta and bury his tongue in his hot mouth.
This suppression of his feelings and desires was becoming a habit for the blond and when the two friends once again sat down to watch a movie after a hard day's work, this evening was no exception. It was Shouta's turn to pick a movie and he chose a three-hour war drama, much to the displeasure of his blond friend who clearly preferred comedies. However, as Shouta would have to yawn towards the middle of the movie, stretching both arms in the air, his shirt slid up a bit. Hizashi caught a glimpse of Shouta's toned abs and he immediately felt hot. In his mind, he saw himself run his hand over that muscle area before his hands moved lower. When Shouta lowered his arms again, the mind game went out. Hizashi was disappointed, because those daydreams were all he had when it came to being close to his black-haired friend. He knew he would never get more and he had accepted it. The blond was tired. The day had been exhausting and the movie wasn't really to his liking. But he stayed seated to stay close to Shouta and maybe get another look at some part of his body. Eventually, however, fatigue got the better of him and he fell asleep on the sofa.
When he woke up the next day a blanket had been placed over him.