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11.50 AM – Hitoshi was looking at the time on his lockscreen. Facing him, maybe it also asked him – why the hell were you standing in front of his building before 12.00 PM? Well, the answer is, Hitoshi doesn’t want him to wait for him. So, he took the initiative to drive his motorcycle through the suburbs of the university’s dorm buildings and skyscrapers and wait in front of where he lives. People may have misunderstood his intention towards the relationship, was he serious about this or was he only playing around, to be very honest Hitoshi is all-in into this thing with him and he even asked Izuku about love stuff.
Anyway, the day has arrived. Hitoshi wore the best apparel he’s ever had in his closet and cleaned the hell out of his bike. The only thing he had to do now was to tell the person he wanted to see that he’s already in front of the building. While opening their chatroom, Hitoshi smiles a little bit to see the list the latter gave yesterday.
About what things they will do for the remaining 12 hours. When he checks on their room chat, his head automatically looks down to his phone. It only took him typed a few words before he witnessed another pair of shoes in front of him. Hitoshi immediately raises his head to find his favorite pair of blue eyes.
Neito was wearing a checkered pattern outer and a black shirt, plus his usual black pants and converse shoes. Creating his usual sneaky smile, Hitoshi knows what he will say about his unusual apparel for today. “You look good,” instead of letting out a snarky comment, Neito gave a compliment. Behind Hitoshi’s usual flat expression, actually there’s someone who just wants to jump over the highest building in Japan because of the complement itself.
Instead of really searching for the highest building in the country, Hitoshi let out a light scoff. His brain was short-circuited for a second before he straightened his posture. Not wanting to show off his bike, it wasn’t his first intention, no. Neito saw it all the time (of course, they went home together, all the time ).
“So, where do we go now?” Hitoshi asks. Neito tilted his head to the right, a confused expression was shown on his face. “Did I already send you the list yesterday?” He did, he surely did. “I just want to confirm before we’re going to the road,” Hitoshi just wants to make sure everything will surely go like a plan because he, too, also doesn’t want to mess it up. Neito lights up a small smile, he walks closer to the purple haired man and ruffles his hair between his fingers, “Relax. It’s our first date, I believe you won’t ruin it. Pretend it’s like our usual agenda together.”
But this is not our usual agenda, Hitoshi wanted to say. When Neito receives the helmet Hitoshi brought and really acts, everything surely starts like usual. No one does a first date as their routine, Hitoshi sits on his bike, turning on the engine. He let Neito’s head rest on his right shoulder as usual, unless – unless it’s romantic, I guess.
Their first stop is a sushi bar near the campus. After the broadcasting club session was done, they usually made a stop here and spent their time together until the clock hit 8 o’clock. Most of the time it’s them and the others, a few times it would be only the two of them. Neito said it would be classic if they started with a familiar place for the two of them.
“After lunch, it will be your choice,” the blonde said on their facetime video call the night before. Hitoshi only responds with a light hum, he has something under his sleeves.
Parking his bike also at the usual place in front of the bar, they flops down from the transportation and enter the place. It is still packed like it usually is, because for years into college, whether it’s weekday or not, it’s not going to be not packed. Unless it’s near midnight, the broadcasting club tries it often. You can say they rule the place after Katsuki’s incident, Hitoshi doesn’t want to remember that again (it’s embarrassing).
The lady at the cashier noticed them entering the place and gave them a quick hi!, Neito waved her a quick hand wave and Hitoshi followed it too. “Oh, it’s only the two of you now?” Mr. Hiiragi, the head chef of the bar, and the one who sometimes co-parent the broadcasting club when they eat in the place asked. Neito nods in excitement, “We’re on a date.” Did he consider that won’t do anything to Hitoshi’s heart? Because it sure did, Hitoshi literally chokes on his ocha and Mr. Hiiragi widens his eyes. The lady at the cashier whistled a bit and she shouted, “OH GOD FINALLY!” Then, Mr. Hiiragi gave the two college students a soft smile while giving them the usual order sheet, “Young love is fun, isn’t it?” his eyes darted to Hitoshi’s, “appreciate it while you still can.”
It didn’t sound like a threat but somehow, Hitoshi felt threatened by it. He ordered his regular salmon roe and ramen, while Neito ordered his salmon and miso soup. Mr. Hiiragi even gave them additional meat for them to eat. Telling them it’s for their relationship.
While eating, Hitoshi asked, “Did you tell them we’re going to come over?” while munching his meat, Neito shakes his head. “I didn’t tell anyone, you buffoon. It’s not like I don’t want our date to be private but you know our friends.” With that kind of answer, Hitoshi nodded. He let out a statement before he thought of how it’s going to affect Neito afterwards, “I’m scared I will meet one of them while we’re going on our date.”
The thought of it only it’s enough to send shivers through Hitoshi’s spine. While Neito only gave him a loud laugh. For a few seconds, or maybe hours if he wanted to be dramatic, Hitoshi took his time to look at how pretty Neito’s laugh is. They usually sit side by side while the broadcasting club has their regular meal together, but it’s rare for him to savor this moment alone, only the two of them.
“It will be fun, won't it?”
“No, it won’t.”
Neito’s eyes lit up, “How about your dads? Did they know anything about this?” Hitoshi was asking who’s his father for a second. Then the realization hit, “No, they did not.” He lied, Hizashi was bugging him about this since last night after Hitoshi told him about the date plan. Finishing his soup bowl, Neito looks at him both in his eyes, “You’re lying.”
And of course he noticed that. When Hitoshi let out a small groan, Neito continued to laugh. In the end, Hitoshi told him about what happened. About how his dads reacted to the boy who gave their only son butterflies in the stomach and about Eri who asked the definition of the terms of date.
“And your answer was?”
“It’s a fruit.”
Neito slapped him on the shoulder when they paid for their meals. They fought a little bit on who’s going to pay for the meals, but in the end Hitoshi won. The cashier lady let out a chuckle and thought they were being so different from their usual days. Ignoring the ranting on his left side, Hitoshi pays with his debit card and the two of them leave the bar while bidding their goodbyes to the employees.
Resting his left hand on the bike seat, Neito asks, “Where to now, captain?” Hitoshi curls his right eyebrow in confusion, “I told you, you were going to choose for the next place.”
“Calm down, baby girl. I’m thinking.”
“Oh, sorry,” ignoring the red spurts on his cheeks, Hitoshi let out a light chuckle. Handing the helmet back to his blonde owner, he asks, “What do you think about roller skates?”
“How the hell everyone manage –” screeches ensues, “– manage to – don’t fucking laugh! – stand on these wheels for minutes!” Neito’s been struggling with his wheels for minutes now. They arrived at the crime place 10 minutes ago. Hitoshi somehow took a detour to buy a nearby ice cream waffle for the two of them. Neito thought it was a random occasion but he took the bite and knew the meaning why Hitoshi sacrificed some minutes to only buy these things.
One of the things he didn’t expect to know about Hitoshi was that he's pretty good with roller skates. Somehow, like it’s a normal thing to do, he skates backwards to make sure Neito didn’t fall to the front. Let him emphasize that one more time – he skates backwards. For a few seconds, Neito was questioning what lessons Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi gave to their only son.
While still struggling on his wheels, Hitoshi has been skating around the circle of the place for a few times. Sometimes he did some impressive tricks. Without denying anything, Neito felt impressed by that. Knowing how charming Hitoshi was when he just stays silent in his classes or when he’s focused on directing the daily’s radio schedule from the other side of the broadcasting room.
Neito could use it all day just to see how Hitoshi seems to relax a little bit while skating here and there. Those little smiles he witnessed, he’s going to cherish it every second.
“Hey,” Neito blinks and he sees his favorite pair of purple eyes, “Eyes on me, blondie.” The nickname made Neito curve his eyebrows in upset. That little gesture made Hitoshi chuckle a bit. “I noticed you were zoning out for a while back there when I skated. Care to tell me what’s been bugging you?” He pulled Neito to the side, leaning their figures against the railings.
The place provided some good playlists to play through the speakers. They both had already heard some RADWIMPS, ONE OK ROCK (classic, very classic), some western songs like Ed Sheeran (Neito almost fell on his feet when Thinking Out Loud was played). Then when Elvis Presley’s voice filled the crowd, Neito was looking at Hitoshi. It was silent for a few minutes, just two men, two young adults trying to figure out where this relationship is going to go, in their own world.
Their fingers brushed against each other for a milli per second. Sending electricity through Hitoshi’s spine. Then, Neito let his index finger intertwine with Hitoshi’s. “I didn’t know you skate,” there’s a faint chuckle coming from the blonde’s lips, “I felt familiar with you. Then seeing you do something you never told me about, it was kind of irritating to me – not that I’m upset with you!” Hitoshi opens his mouth to speak but Neito shuts him up, “It’s the way I think that was my fault. I shouldn’t think that I’m the one who knows you best among our friends.”
Without skipping a beat, Hitoshi speaks. Faster a few seconds before Neito’s thought to processed what the hell he just talked about.
“But you are,” the statement makes Neito’s eyes widen a bit, “the one who knows me the best.” Hitoshi decided to hold the latter’s right hand that rests on the railings where they were leaning. For a few seconds, Hitoshi lets the conversation hang in the air, calculating how many words he wants to say to the blonde man and how big his role is in his life. “It was an impulsive choice I made, to be honest. I wanted to tell you that I skate by taking you here. It wasn’t that long since I started skating, Blame Eri for that –”
“Don’t talk about her like that!”
“– Okay, sorry. It was just a silly daily activity which I have to do because if I don't, dads will beat me up about it.” Another second for the two of them to just look at each other’s eyes. Deep down to the bottom of his heart, Hitoshi wanted to scream – fuck, I screwed it all up. He swallows the energy he spent to talk about the reason why he chose the place, it took so much energy of his and he didn’t even confess yet.
Well, if Neito’s smart enough, the recent statement maybe can be counted as a confession.
Then, Neito laughed – he laughed so hard and rested both of his hands on Hitoshi’s shoulder. “I’m the only one who knows about this, right? Right? I mean, besides your dads and Eri of course.” The excitement and joy coming from Neito was unexpected. Hitoshi was so surprised, he only replied with nonchalant nods, “Yes!” The latter cheered and squeezed the other man’s cheeks with his hands, “now hold my hands and take me for another round.”
Hitoshi blinks, Neito falls in silence. Well, that came out wrong.
“Are you trying to –”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way.” Both men nod and continue their skating adventure. After a few minutes, maybe an hour, of learning, Neito finally embraced the balance of his body on his wheels. Thinking he’s skilled enough to do some tricks, Neito showed his version of Hitoshi’s trick and fell on his ass.
It was so loud and embarrassing, Hitoshi thought he preferred to run away rather than helping the love of his life. He didn’t run away but he did laugh until he couldn't feel his face. Neito was rambling here and there, still talking about how his tricks shouldn’t end like that when Hitoshi helped him to stand. Hitoshi gave him a drink to calm himself first, they’ve been tiring their legs for an hour now.
Sipping his drink, Neito speaks through the liquid flowing to his mouth. “You looked the happiest when I fell earlier,” it came out bitterly and was adorable for Hitoshi. He only chuckles to hear the remark, eating the fries he bought earlier from the snack bar. “I thought you were going to make it,” Hitoshi raises his right eyebrow, showing his cockiness, “But it didn’t, didn’t it?”
Neito’s reply was only rolling his eyes out. They spent another minute only to hang out at the snack bar. Their roller skates were still hanging besides them while Neito’s comfortable enough to put his right leg over Hitoshi’s left thigh. They talked about their college projects, the broadcasting club’s gossip, Eri’s school story, and other things.
Hitoshi’s phone was placed on the top of the table when it dings. Telling the owner there’s a text notification coming from someone. Dad 1 was written on his notification bar and it made Hitoshi let out a heavy sigh. What’s the occasion now, old man? He thinks while typing his password to unlock the phone.
“Who was it?” Neito asked. Hitoshi showed him the notification bar and the blonde man understood, except one, “Which one?” The chatroom was opened when Hitoshi answered back, “Aizawa.”
Dad 1
can you buy more snacks on the way home later on
we were running out of snack
where are you?
at the office
your dad’s phone was off. i don’t know what was he doing at home
Hitoshi want to reject it because he’s in his fucking date! No one can interrupt it. But when he wanted to type the words, Neito stopped him.
“Let’s do it.” Hitoshi looks at the latter with a questionable expression, “Let’s buy snacks and visit your house. It’s my turn to choose the place, right?” It took him a few minutes to realize what it meant and he couldn't reject that request. When he nods, Neito claps his hands in excitement, “It’s been awhile since I saw Eri-chan!”
okay
Hitoshi and Neito arrived at the supermarket near where the purple man lives. It’s not an uncommon thing for a Japanese college student to still live with their parents and that is also not a bothering thing for Hitoshi himself. Both of his dads gave him freedom, especially with Shouta who is also a college professor in the same university where his son studies. Shouta also resides in a different field of studies from Hitoshi, his other friends who were the one who often sees him at campus.
Walking through the sliding door together, Hitoshi immediately takes one of the trollies. While Neito opened up his note app on his phone. “What are you doing? We’re just buying snacks,” Hitoshi asked. They were both already walking through aisle by aisle, straight to where a bunch of fresh meat and any kind of fish were placed.
The blonde man let out a heavy sigh. Sometimes there should be someone who slaps Hitoshi from his stupidity.
“Honey,” Hitoshi chokes on himself whilst hearing the nickname. “Did you even remember my current image in front of your dad? Especially Aizawa,” Neito intended to take Hitoshi to walk on their memory lane. Zoning out while facing various kinds of meat in front of him, the purple haired guy shakes his head. Witnessing the reply, it’s Neito’s turn to let out his heavy sigh, “No one told you about the basketball incident, huh?”
Huh? The basketball incident? In silence, Hitoshi tries to remember which are his friends who often play basketball or every person who befriended with Neito. Well, sometimes the broadcasting club plays basketball together. Hitoshi is pretty good at it, Neito too (he knows that damn well). Who else? Eijirou a good small forward, Denki got the moves, even Fumikage could shoot a three point.
Hitoshi, too deep in his thoughts, crashed the trolley against the mirror barrier to protect the temperature of every meat in the supermarket. The sound he produced was too loud, Neito even flinched and he’s already a few meters away from the latter. Muttering a low sorry under his breath, Hitoshi immediately pushed the trolley faster to be near Neito again. He even nudged the other man with the trolley, an upset expression was shown on his face.
“I don’t know anything about the basketball incident, Monoma. Cut it out.” Seeing how bitter Hitoshi is only making Neito let out a choked pft in reply. “God, you're cute. Have I ever told you that you resemble Aizawa? You look really like a cat,” Neito pokes Hitoshi’s nose with his index finger, “a cute one absolutely.” Ignoring the red sprouts that slowly bloom on both of his cheeks, Hitoshi still wears his upset mask.
Neito finished his choice of meat and took a different kind of ingredient in different aisles. Sometimes Hitoshi helped him choose the kind of brand that his dads love and importantly the food Eri favors everyday. He also took some snacks into the trolley, ignoring the shocked face of Neito when he witnessed the-almost-mountain-pile of snacks in front of him. Hitoshi only reacts by lifting his shoulders unbothered.
“It happened when we joined the broadcasting club, which was how many years ago? Two, I guess?” They all were already at the last semester or you can say senior year in the campus. To answer the question Hitoshi replied with a nod, “Yeah, around that. I was with Eijirou, Denki, and Fumikage. I think Katsuki’s there too, I forgot the details, apologize in advance. Anyway, you remember we were not that close like this back then. Still amateur, still thinking we could take the campus together then reality hits and you are laying down helpless on the ground – yes so, that kind of time. I was playing basketball, jumping here and there until an old man walked near us. He asked us to join the game, everyone was silent but I was on my adrenaline and accidentally mocked him that he’s too old for this shit. Eijirou tried to shut me up but I didn’t listen to him. The old man convinced us to finally let him in and he shot more points than us. You can imagine the rest.”
It’s Hitoshi’s turn to let out a low pft. No, that’s wrong, Hitoshi laughed his ass off, whining softly when he felt a tightness around his stomach.
“It was my dad?” He asked for confirmation. Neito nodded and Hitoshi laughed again. “Aizawa Shouta, an underground basketball prodigy or whatever they called him. Thank fucking God I didn’t get his class throughout my semesters in the campus.” Then he looked at the laughing Shinsou Hitoshi who was still whining because of the pain around his stomach, “And I met you. From the first sight, you didn’t resemble him at all. Then I heard you talk with Izuku and the others, Eijirou told me about the truth of that old man’s identity and I swear I’m going to bury myself on the same day when I found out.”
Tears were pooling around Hitoshi’s eyes. He wipes it and tries to find his normal breathing pace.
“Why –” he choked on himself somehow, “– Why did you want to bury yourself? It’s not a big deal though. It was just my dad.”
“It was because it’s your dad. How am I supposed to get to know his son if I already embarrassed myself in front of him?” Hitoshi’s footsteps stopped. He’s looking at Neito who was walking further than him, trying to process what the blonde just said. “Wait, what did you just say?” he asked again when Neito turned his body to face Hitoshi. There’s a small smile curved on the blonde’s lips, “Do you really need me to elaborate what I just said?” and Hitoshi nods frantically, “It means that I already put my ways on you since you walked into the room on the club’s orientation day.”
Neito’s already joined the cashier queue to pay for the things they already put in the trolley. While Hitoshi was still in his existential crisis. He’s actually in the cloud nine after hearing what the other man just said – there’s no fucking way he heard what he heard recently like the fuck what the fuck was that??? and more. Without even recognizing the trolley move itself – no, Neito pulls the trolley to be near him because he needs to put the ingredients and other snacks on the cashier to pay for them.
The true intention of Neito to buy some ingredients was because he wanted to ‘fix’ his image in front of Shouta. Which was understandable because maybe from now he will often see the old man in his daily life. Not on campus though, but if the universe allows it and tries to make fun of his life, there will be a possibility for the two of them to have a basketball rematch. For fun now and another good impression left for Shouta, Neito hoped.
Hitoshi how good Neito’s cooking skill is. He often brought his own lunch to the broadcasting room and shared it with everyone else. That’s one of the traits Hitoshi loves about him. Because he needs someone who would treat him like his dads.
After paying all the stuff they bought, they walked back to the parking lot where the bike was placed. “So, what are you going to make?” Hitoshi asked, making sure that the shopping bags wouldn't fall when they were on their way back home. Instead of answering, Neito let out a scoff. “It’s a surprise, honey bun. I won’t tell you before I step into your kitchen,” he then lands another poke on Hitoshi’s nose, “now shut up and drive, boy.”
“You surely feel embarrassed about the basketball incident, huh.”
“I demand you to stop talking.”
Hitoshi chuckles in reply. Sitting on the bike and letting Neito rest his head on his right shoulder as usual. There’s a pair of hands circling around his waist – it didn’t happen for hours throughout their date. It was just hand holding, brushed fingers against each other – nonetheless, it made Hitoshi smiling stupidly and yet, he didn’t witness it, Neito smiles too.
The first time Neito met Eri was when he’s on sophomore year. It’s his second year of joining the broadcasting club and a few months after the basketball incident. Yes, the incident traumatized him so much he literally counted the days. Anyway, he met Eri and knew that she’s Hitoshi’s little sister at the same time in one day, good for him to be honest.
He met her when he visited the campus’ childcare, where most of the campus’ employees left their children there while they were working. So, Neito got the idea that Shouta often left Eri there and let Hitoshi pick her up. Why did he know that? Because he’s the one who accompanied Hitoshi when he did it. Eri’s a bright child and he learned she loves to draw her family on every occasion.
“I got tons of them saved in my room,” Hitoshi told Neito that day about his little sister’s hobby. Neito also had seen one of her works. She always shows one of her works she did while waiting for her big brother in the childcare when he came to pick her up. The little jumps she did when she caught Hitoshi’s eyes and ran to his embrace immediately, “Nii-chan!” The softest smile Hitoshi ever created was produced that day and Neito fell deeper into the love hole for about 5 meters down, “I drew nii-chan and dada and papa again today. We’re in Disneyland together.”
That’s probably wrapped up how Neito fell in love with Hitoshi even deeper and his little sister. Now, he’s going to cook them four with his cooking skills. Sometimes, Neito did something impulsively without even thinking twice. This is the perfect example for that.
It’s just cooking, he thinks. A few seconds before he rethought his decision when he stepped on the bricks of Aizawa-Yamada’s front yard. Hitoshi knocked on the door a few times, pushed the bell, and shouted not too loud but enough to make sure all the people living there could hear his voice. It took a mere three minutes for the door to be opened and showed a little girl with his bright platinum hair.
“Nii-cha –” she wanted to give Hitoshi a big hug, but then her footsteps stopped when she saw another man peeking from her big brother’s right shoulder. Oh, it’s the weird blonde nii-chan’s friend again, Neito assumed what was in Eri’s mind now. But because he thinks he’s not weird, he just gave a quick hand wave to the little girl, “Hi, Eri-chan!” Eri looks surprised and runs away inside, leaving the two men hanging in front of the door. It was silent for a moment before Hitoshi broke it with a little chuckling.
Another thing about this purple himbo is that no one knows he’s a lowkey sadist. He loves seeing Neito get crushed by reality, especially from his close relatives.
“Let’s just get in.”
“Yeah,” it came out as a mocking from Neito and Hitoshi’s laugh got louder, “No shit, Sherlock. I’m going to punch you later.” Hitoshi walks first into his house and sees Hizashi sitting on the living room sofa. Actually he was cradling Eri on his lap, letting the little girl tightens her hug around his shoulder. “Oh, you’re back,” Hizashi welcomed the two college students walking into the living room area, “Didn’t know Shouta would do his trick to get your both asses back home.”
Hearing that, Hitoshi’s eyes twitched. Aizawa Shouta is absolutely a man in his own league. He literally tricked his own son to bring his date back home by telling him go get some snacks for your little sister bullshit and he knows that Neito met him before, that’s why he wants to meet him. He could have asked me in a normal way for fuck’s sake, Hitoshi groans. Neito still doesn’t know what the hell was going on between the two of them, he’s too busy waving his hand towards Eri and the little girl dives her head deeper into her dad’s neck.
Long story short, Neito settled himself in the kitchen. Hitoshi stays with him all the time, sitting on his kitchen’s bar and leaning towards the table. At first, he wants to assist Neito with his cooking, afraid there will be an accident. Neito insisted he stay at the sideline and Hizashi supported it.
“Help yourself with setting up the dinner table. Your dad will be home in a short time,” Hizashi says and gives Hitoshi a cloth to wipe the table. His eyes darted to Neito, asking for help. While Neito pretends to be busy with his gyudon beef and other things. Before saying anything to protest, Eri tugged his right hand because she wanted to help him set the table together.
It took minutes to set up the table. Then Hitoshi was ordered to take Eri to her room for a while. Within this sequence, Shouta came home to find Hizashi in the living room. His husband nodded in the kitchen’s direction for him to find Neito who was in the middle of putting the beef into each bowl he wanted to serve.
Leaving a quick peck on Hizashi’s cheek and leaving his bag on the sofa, Shouta walks to the kitchen. “Evening, Monoma,” the familiar voice shocked Neito a bit. He immediately wipes his dirty hands onto the nearest cloth, straightening his posture. “Evening, sir. I was just getting ready for dinner to be served. You came home at the right time,” he thought it was a right thing to said when he got a raised right eyebrow from Shouta, oh I’m fucked. Shouta sips his drink before replying, a small smile on his lips, “It’s nice having you here.”
Then he left Neito speechless in the kitchen. He doesn’t know why, but maybe it is run in the genes, isn’t it?
“Dinner’s ready, Yamada-san,” Neito announced after Shouta walked out from the kitchen to his room. “Oh, thank you so much, my dear Monoma. Here, let me help you.” Two of them were placing the bowl and an ocha pitcher on the table. Hitoshi walks down the stairs while carrying Eri with his right hand, surprised to see how fast Neito can talk freely with Hizashi.
A unison of itadakimasu was heard in the household after Shouta was fully seated on his chair. When everybody starts digging through their own respective bowls, Neito stays still. He was waiting for the others' reaction and he didn’t need any more validation from Hitoshi. While Hitoshi, who was sitting on the right side of Neito, realizes about the action.
He decided to comment, “It’s good, right?” asking both of his parents. Shouta nods while munching the beef. Hizashi nods frantically, “Wow, never ate anything like this before. Is this the Monoma Family’s recipe?” Neito was shocked for a second before answering, “Kind of. I used the same recipe my mother always did back at home.” The older man nods in reply, asking Eri this time, “How is it, Eri-chan? You like Nii-chan’s boyfriend’s cooking?”
“Dad –”
“Mmh!” Eri nods with her bright eyes. She looked at Neito eye-to-eye, the first eye contact he properly got from the little girl, “Can nii-chan’s boyfriend stay the night?”
Shouta choked on his beef while Hitoshi parted his lips in shock. Neito? He thinks he can die peacefully now, I’m accepted by the family, my life is complete. Hizashi then changed the topic to a friendlier one, he asked about what major Neito chose in the campus and how he met with Hitoshi for the first time. Shouta even brought up the basketball incident in front of them.
“I apologize on his behalf. Shouta’s sometimes had an ego boost to show off his hidden talent in the most random time ever.”
“I did not.”
“You did, honey. Remember the first time you literally shot a three pointer in front of me and I didn’t know shits about that?” Hitoshi covered Eri’s ears after hearing the curse word from the question. Neito’s eyes lit up to the interesting topic, “It was the same experience as mine! I didn’t know Hitoshi roller skated until today!” Then the two blondes left the group conversation to invest on their own. Shouta finished his dinner and wiped the leftovers around Eri’s mouth while asking, “You took him to the roller skate place?” the tone came out like it was the lamest idea he’s ever heard and he wished his son did better than that. Ignoring how his dad thinks about his decision, Hitoshi only answers, “It’s the best place for me to reserve it only for us.”
Then he got a slap on the back of his head. Hitoshi winces in pain, looking at Shouta scandalously.
“Cheeky brat,” Shouta says and orders him to clean up the dinner table together. Somehow the dinner time drained a lot of energy, maybe because of the after talk. Especially for the parents, they thought they were back to their old teenager self when they heard Eri yawning between them. Shouta, because he arrived home later than his husband, was the one who carried his little princess to their room. Hizashi will stay in the living room until Hitoshi comes back after giving Neito his ride home.
But before Neito came home, while Hitoshi was already walking towards his bike, Hizashi held his right hand.
“Thank you for giving my son a chance. I know he’s difficult to be approached at first time but he’s never been like this since he met you. So, thank you for letting him into your life.” Tearing up because of your crush’s parents was not on Neito’s to-do-list last night. He tightens the grip around Hizashi’s hand hold and nods in reply. “It should’ve been me who thank you for having me tonight. It was unexpected but it’s worth it. I really hope there will be a next time for this kind of chance.”
Hizashi only gave him a smile before bidding them goodbye. Making sure Hitoshi to obey the traffic rules and his son only snickers in embarrassment.
Arriving in front of Neito’s dorm apartment, receiving the helmet back from him, Hitoshi says, “I’m sorry if today didn’t go like you expected to.” Which made Neito look at him with the most betrayed expression he had ever seen. “Hitoshi, my dear boy, yes it didn’t happen the way I imagined it. But it happened unexpectedly better than I'd ever expected. So, thank you for giving me the best date,” the blonde says while ruffling the purple one’s. Something from the way Neito ruffled his hair made him irritated a bit, like he expected something more than that.
Maybe he should be the one who took the courage first.
“I’m not waiting anymore.”
“Waiting for wha –”
Hitoshi closed the gap between them to crush their lips together. Neito’s eyes widened before he relaxed through the kiss. Letting the other man rest his right hand under his jaw. It was not that heated kiss he ever witnessed through his Hollywood movies, it happened so fast that Neito wanted that lips to be on his again.
They were looking at each other, resting their foreheads together. Neito let out a low chuckle while Hitoshi thought he’s being stupid – no, he’s literally in his cloud 9, he can’t even think.
“See you tomorrow?” it’s not a question per se because Hitoshi continues, “like usual?”
Neito smiles stupidly, giving the other man another peck on his lips, “Like usual.”