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Izuku was just trying to watch a video. It's literally all he was doing. He had his phone out, MeTube open, was flicking through the newly posted videos that he hasn't had the chance to watch yet on one of his favourite channels, trying to settle in for the evening after a rather stressful day, when Hitoshi decided to just come and flop on top of him.
So now he gets to grunt out a jagged breath, halfway winded because his partner isn't exactly light, nearly dropping his phone on his face in the process.
"Toshi-"
"Yo, Greenie. Imma sleep." The grumble is a soft-sweet thing, and Izuku can't begrudge it in the slightest, simply huffing, a wee bit breathless still,
"You're so rude."
"And you're soft, for your muscles. Also, you love me," the other boy adds on, slightly more sing-song for all that it's still more of a murmur than anything else, the very sound of it layering something sugary and rolled-felt fond at the back of Izuku's tongue, his heart cracked right open by the most gentle hands.
He adores Hitoshi so, so much.
"Shit. Yeh, I guess you got me there." It's as much a disbelieving laugh as words, just as soft as Hitoshi's were, and it earns him movement, just enough for Hitoshi to peek up at him, gaze a molten thing, a hint of teeth below,
"Sap." Izuku smiles, helpless, even as he reaches up to gently push Hitoshi's head back down, if only so that he won't try to kiss him enough to stop him feeling drowsy,
"Shut up and sleep, Toshi."
"Mmph, sir yes sir."
Hitoshi snuggles in deeper then, burying his face impossibly further into Izuku's neck, successfully threatening to choke him, but the hot breathes against his throat and the flutter of butterfly lashes just below his jaw are far too sweet to begrudge.
Izuku is so very glad they decided to move in together. He wouldn't have it any other way now, honestly. (He likes to think that he might not have to.)
Not when he gets to be winded by Hitoshi throwing himself over Izuku, or when he gets to come into the living area to find that his boyfriend has made a spare portion of his lunch, even if it is just rice and vegetables because Hitoshi isn't exactly a brilliant cook, but Izuku doesn't care. Not when Hizashi-san drops food over sometimes, and Izuku gets to practice his Mum's recipes a lot. And doubly so when Hitoshi will dig into their meals with a grateful hum, shifting to interlock their ankles under the table as he thanks Izuku for the tasty meal. It's nice to have someone to eat with, and to cook for.
Doubly so when Hitoshi sometimes comes to join him in the kitchen. Sure, they both know that he can't be trusted with the frying of food or the roasting of meat, but he can chop vegetables and put rice in the cooker. And it's lovely, honestly, to have someone to share the kitchen with, a reminder in the sweetest way of how he would cook with Mum when he was still living at home.
But now he's at university, and this year is so much better than his first because even though he made friends, good friends at that, he just didn't have the same sort of companionship as he'd been so used to at home. Living with Hitoshi rather than in single dorms is, well, a wonderful thing to say the least.
It means that Izuku can wrap his arm low and loose around Hitoshi's back, knowing that his partner enjoys the warmth and weight just like Izuku does, and go back to trying to find the perfect video for his mood. He has a woodcut project due tomorrow for the relief printing course he has ended up taking, and he wanted to do some test prints tonight, but they can wait, he thinks. His printing course isn't until eleven, anyway. It'll be fine. And, frankly, Hitoshi deciding to sleep entirely voluntarily and easily, doubly so in the actual evening time, is a far more rare thing than Izuku would like, so he might as well go with it, really.
(Izuku is still caught in wonder so often at the realisation of what he has, now. Because for so long it was just him and his Mum against the world and he loves her with every inch of him, always has and always will, but he has equally always wanted more, greedy as that must make him. He has wanted friends, more than a childhood friend that he grew apart from, and he has wanted to know if there was more to love and partnerships than what his Muma and Dad had, than the shouting and crying and leaving-
Hitoshi is wonderful. He's kind and soft-grumpy and always-tired and affectionate and, most of all, he wants Izuku to be happy. Hitoshi will massage his hands when he's been working too hard for too long, essays and drawings and carvings added up to something otherwise very painful. Hitoshi will bring them home snacks for long, late-night study sessions because otherwise Izuku will absolutely forget to eat. He will, in moments like this, or when Izuku is standing in the kitchen, or if they're queuing up somewhere, drape himself over Izuku in the most casual way, arms over shoulders or chest to chest or simply leaning in, heavy and close and warm, even with his always-chilly fingertips.
He clearly adores Izuku, in ways that he thought might be impossible, but Hitoshi does it all so easily, and sometimes they might have disagreements, or when they're tired and stressed they might have moments of sharper words, but they apologise, they move past it. They learn from it.
They learn, in the good and the bad and the simple time spent together, what it is to love each other.)
Tomorrow, he will have to finish up the test prints of his woodcut project, and he needs to start his criminal psychology essay, one that he needs to borrow one of Hitoshi's textbooks for, and he wants to start helping his Mum plan her visit because he doesn't want to let her stay somewhere too far away but also he wants her to be able to spend some time in the main parts of the city whilst he and Hitoshi are busy in classes-
Well. All of that can wait until tomorrow. Hitoshi is sleeping, right now, tiny little snores against Izuku's throat that are the very sweetest things, and Izuku would like some brain-off time before he sleeps too, so he goes right back to flicking through videos, perfectly content in this moment.
He loves Hitoshi, and Hitoshi loves him too, and Izuku will always be beyond delighted by that fact. Even if Hitoshi does literally wind him sometimes, the lovely bastard.