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Shouta may have been the Underground Hero between the two of them, but that didn’t mean Hizashi was incapable of being sneaky himself, despite what everyone thought. Sure his Quirk was Voice, he tended to be loud and energetic, and he often played into a persona for his Hero work, but at the same time, he spent his years at U.A. training with Shouta . He wasn’t nearly as unsubtle as everyone accused him of being.
And Hizashi absolutely used these powers for evil.
Stealing the last donut in the faculty room and watching chaos fall as the other teachers argue over who did it, swiping pens from his coworkers desks when he inevitably lost them (seriously, he needed to put trackers on the damn things or something, no one should be losing six pens a day), playing jumpscare pranks on his close dear friends to hear them shriek and scream and curse. And, best of all, if Hizashi was really lucky and extremely careful, if he caught the perfect moment, sometimes he could even sneak up on Shouta.
Perfect moments like now, when Shouta was far too distracted by the new kitten in their home to pay attention to Hizashi’s sneaking. His guard was lowered, his back was open, and he was cooing like a fool at the little thing, waving around a string for the kitten to chase. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Which was how Hizashi found himself with a lapful of Pro Hero toppled backwards into his lap, the kitten leaping away in fright to go hide under the sofa across the room. It was fine, Hizashi would apologize later, to both the kitten and Shouta for ruining their playtime.
But right now, it was Hizashi’s turn to play.
See, quiet as Hizashi could get, his naturally loud nature could be hard to suppress. Shouta was quite the opposite. Sure, he yelled when he had to, to get the students’ attention or when he was in the field. But truly, he was quiet and gruff and stubborn , even back when they were kids, and Hizashi just loved seeing how loud he could compel Shouta to be. At first, when they were young, he would team up with Nemuri and Tensei and– well, that didn’t matter, the point was, he would team up with their friends to jumpscare Shouta and try to drag him into their prank wars. It didn’t work very well, it would only make him even more grumpy and earn Hizashi and the rest a stern glare.
And then Hizashi discovered Shouta’s secret weakness: he was delightfully ticklish. Of course, that didn’t come without repercussions, and Shouta swiftly found out just how ticklish Hizashi himself was, but it meant Hizashi had a whole new tool in his arsenal. And that meant that he had a whole new method of trying to make Shouta crack.
By now, Hizashi’s spent years mastering his craft, tickling Shouta to pieces every chance he could get. He knows every weak point, every ticklish spot, the sound every nerve can compel Shouta to make. But despite all of that, Hizashi’s only gotten Shouta past the threshold of what can truly be considered loud a handful of times. It takes the perfect combination of timing, environment, and tickling, and it’s not always something Hizashi is successful with.
He can tell already that he won’t be successful this time. There wasn’t enough buildup, not enough to create the kind of pressure that would end in Shouta’s eventual explosion of reactions. But, hell, Hizashi couldn’t say it wasn’t worth failing in his goal when he got to see Shouta like this . His hair splayed out across Hizashi’s thighs, face red and scrunched with the rapidly failing effort to contain himself, short, quiet chuckles spilling out as his hands tried to decide whether to defend himself or hide his face. There wasn’t a moment where Shouta wasn’t drop-dead handsome, the most gorgeous man Hizashi has ever seen, but Hizashi did have to admit, he was breathtakingly beautiful with such a bright smile stretched across his cheeks, crinkling his eyes and nose in the most adorable of ways. Shit, he was so glad he got to marry this man.
“Hizashi– you ass ,” Shouta hissed out through his snickers, trying to shove Hizashi’s hands away from his ribs.
Hizashi couldn’t help but snicker a little himself. “Please, Sho. You’re barely even squirming, at least pretend to put up a fight.”
Shouta tried to glare at him (ineffective due to his beaming, but utterly swoon-worthy nonetheless), but the effort was quickly ruined by his own snort as Hizashi spidered up into Shouta’s underarms that he had so kindly left exposed.
Hizashi took his time with Shouta, drawing out every snicker, snort, giggle, chuckle, and squeak the man had to offer. By the end of it, Shouta was a panting puddle of giddy mirth draped out across his lap and the floor, and Hizashi was feeling rather proud of himself. His darling husband may even get to sleep at a reasonable time that night, seeing as he was all tuckered out and had no patrol. Hizashi let himself relax as well, running a soothing hand through Shouta’s hair as he caught his breath.
It was foolish of him, really, to forget that they were Pro Heroes, with high stamina and extensive physical training, because the second Hizashi let his guard down, there were hands shooting up his shirt into his own underarms. Hizashi jolted upright with a loud shriek, sending three other cats fleeing toward the other side of the house, their new kitten stumbling close behind.
Despite clamping his arms down to his sides, Hizashi could still feel Shouta’s wriggling and tickling all too well, and his next instinct was to fall backwards onto the carpet in hopes of pulling out of his grip, still shrieking and squealing all the way down. Of course, that didn’t work either, as Shouta just tightened his grip on Hizashi’s upper ribs, letting Hizashi’s momentum drag him along until they were chest to chest, Shouta laying perpendicular to Hizashi and using his weight to keep Hizashi pinned down.
“I’d expect more situational awareness from a Pro Hero,” Shouta said, his voice as dry as ever, though Hizashi couldn’t help but latch onto the amusement in his eyes, the little smirk tugging at his lips. It was unfair how handsome Shouta looked while well on his way to destroying him.
And then Shouta’s words registered, and Hizashi sputtered. “I– but, you– Hey!”
“Do you have something to say, ‘Zashi? If so, I would suggest doing it now, while you still have the breath to.”
Oh, Hizashi married a fucking asshole . Not that he’d have it any other way.
Asshole husband or not, Hizashi thought as Shouta darted his hands in toward his stomach, making Hizashi shriek again, Shouta better get his quirk ready before they got a complaint from their asshole neighbors . Again.
Hopefully this time, Hizashi wouldn’t be breaking any windows.