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The four of them sat at the rooftop during lunch break, with Shouta sitting against the wall of a maintenance building, while Nemuri, Oboro and Tensei were sitting in front of him, talking about… something. He wasn’t paying much attention but he was enjoying himself nevertheless. The day was sunny but not too hot, there was a light breeze and his friends’ voices made for a pleasant background noise. The only thing that would make the whole scenario better was Hizashi, but he was running late as he had to talk to Powerloader about his support equipment.
Shouta leaned his head against the wall. It was a nice day and of course his stupid silly heart had to taint it with unnecessary feelings of longing. They haven’t been separated for even ten minutes and he already missed the blonde. At this rate, it would be better to just perish.
„Earth to Shouta.”
Oh, they were talking to him. He hummed in response.
„We know we’re not as entertaining as the love of your life, but would be nice if you responded,” said Nemuri, chewing on her peach.
Shouta blushed furiously at the choice of words but decided to ignore it.
„Responded to…?”
„The second most important question in your life, just behind the marriage proposal.” explained Oboro, as if that was any helpful. But Shouta had a bad feeling about it anyway.
„That is…?”
„When are you going to confess. It’s getting tiring already,” Nemuri was looking at him with exasperation.
Shouta sighed. Yup, exactly was he was expecting.
„I’ll do it when your costume covers more than fifty percent of your skin,” he replied, trying to maintain the barest semblance of composure. Being snarky towards Nemuri was helping with that.
„Do what?” they heard above their heads and Shouta hated how his heart fluttered at the sight of Hizashi’s dumb smiling face.
„Oh nothing, only just probably the most important thing in his life,” Nemuri said excitedly, looking at him with the smuggest smile he’s seen. Shouta glared at her.
„Uh… I wanted to ask mum if we can adopt another cat, so Luna won’t be alone,” he explained quickly.
Nemuri mouthed ‚coward.’
So he was. Sue him.
„Oh man, that’s awesome!,” Hizashi said, slumping down close to Shouta. So close, in fact, that their shoulders were touching and it took all of Shouta’s will and practice not to faint on spot. „I always heard that having two cats at home is super entertaining.”
„Uhuh… yeah,” murmured Shouta, trying to focus on his bento.
Hizashi flashed him a bright smile before turning to the other three.
Not long after they started a competition for the best joke-telling and Hizashi was just finishing telling one of the dumbest jokes ever heard, though apparently not for Nemuri and Oboro who were wheezing, and gesticulating so much he nearly smacked Shouta.
I can’t believe I fell in love with a loud idiot like you, Shouta thought to himself, staring at his chopsticks.
He looked up, surprised by the sudden silence that fell on the group. He met Nemuri’s smug smirk, Oboro was grinning like the dumbass he is, and Tensei looked both mildly terrified and amused. Confused, Shouta glanced at Hizashi who was looking at him gaping, red like a beet.
Oh. He said it out loud, didn't he?
Oh shit.
Oh FUCK.
The speed Shouta stood up with could probably rival Tensei's quirk.
„I- uh… I- yeah„ he muttered, blushing bright red, before speeding towards the door. He could hear Nemuri and Oboro calling after him but he didn’t dare looking back.
FUCK.
He swung the door open and started taking stairs three at a time before putting a safe distance of five floors between himself and the rooftop. He considered multiple places to hide and eventually ended up in the nearest bathroom.
FUCK.
He went into one of the stalls and slid down against the wall.
Fuck him and whatever caused his brain-to-mouth filter to lag.
He had to weight his options.
Idea number one: go to the Ground Beta and jump off one of the lower buildings in hope he breaks enough bones that Recovery Girl’s quirk will knock him out for at least a week.
Idea number two: go to Recovery Girl and try to convince her he’s got food poisoning and maybe she’ll excuse him from the remaining lessons of the day.
Idea number three: go back to the rooftop and face Hizashi.
…
Idea number two it is. Thankfully, the bell rang just as he finished making the decision. Now he just needed to wait for the students to scramble towards the classes and he’ll be able to slip through the empty corridors.
Ten minutes later, he decided it was safe to move and quietly went towards the infirmary.
After some A-grade bullshitting (he really, really didn’t want to lie to the sweet old lady but there was no other choice) and confirming that he’ll drink plenty of water, Shouta was on his way towards the school gates.
„Shit, my backpack”, he thought to himself. He briefly went over the next’s day schedule. All the homework for tomorrow was neatly piled on his desk at home and he had spare bag stashed in the closet. Deeming the backpack a collateral damage, he decided to retrieve it the following day.
If he even will come in tomorrow. Maybe there is some type of immediate transfer to Shiketsu for utterly humiliated students.
The walk from school, that usually took him about an hour and a half with Hizashi and Oboro going in the same direction, turned into a thirty minute speed run.
He meekly greeted his mum, mumbling something about getting injured during the training that led to him being excused from the classes („it’s ok mum, it really was nothing, it’s just typical procedure to let students go home after receiving treatment, don’t worry, i’m ok”) and went to his bedroom where he fell on the bed face first.
He really wished the ground would open and swallow him.
Or maybe if he laid down long enough with face in the pillow he’ll suffocate.
Or maybe…
Or maybe…
His deliberations were interrupted by buzzing in his pocket.
Shouta froze. The class should be in their last period right now. Was it that bad that Hizashi would risk texting him during the class to declare they’re no longer friends? He felt tears threatening to fall down his cheeks.
With heavy heart and closed eyes he reached for his phone. After a few deep breaths to keep the panic attack at bay, he looked at the screen.
It was a new group chat.
[group chat ffs, lmao, im tired, dumb bitch]
ffs aizawa fucking shouta
i swear to fucking god
lmao BRO
BROOOOOOOO
im tired that could’ve gone better
Ah. So he’s the dumb bitch. That checks out.
ffs you fucking coward
you had ONE JOB
YOU FINALLY DID IT
AND THEN YOU FUCKING RAN
dumb bitch thank you nemuri for this rundown
i was there
lmao biiiitch
ffs im gonna kill him
i swear to god
im tired dont kill him, hizashi would be sad
What.
dumb bitch what
lmao my man over here really living up to his name in this chat
ffs you know what im tired
im tired hey
ffs were all tired ok
because SOMEONE IS AN UTTER IDIOT
lmao you really should talk to hizashi, shouta
like really
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Shouta felt like he was about to suffocate. The photo Oboro sent was of Hizashi sitting at his desk, looking down at his notebook with dried tears visible on his still flushed face.
ffs you better make it right before tomorrow or youre dead man
dumb bitch but i dont know how
how do you apologise for burdening someone with unwanted feelings
ffs who said anything about apologising
lmao apologising for WHAT
im tired the one thing you need to apologise for
is running like a dumb bitch you are
lmao this
ffs im pretty sure your sweet sweet lips on his will be enough
lmao also this
Shouta frowned. He pointedly ignored Tensei, although the fact he joined the other two in name-calling meant he was extremely pissed, and focused on texts from Nemuri and Oboro. Did they really think it was the time to force the fantasy that Hizashi reciprocates his feelings? Really?
Sighing, he curled into a ball. He really wished he had a disappearing quirk right now. But despite what his friends said, he had to apologise. Both for the confession, however accidental it was, and for running like a coward.
He dropped his phone and stared at the ceiling. If he looked at the photo Oboro sent any longer, he would burst in tears.
Not that it helped. A couple blinks later and he felt wet stream running down his cheeks. He really needed to apologise to Hizashi. Even if his running away ruined any chance at repairing their friendship, he couldn’t stand seeing the boy crying, especially when he was the reason for the tears.
He wiped his face and looked at his phone again. He couldn’t just text or call Hizashi. He had to do it in person. Maybe he can make some of Hizashi's favourite fried chicken as a peace offering for tomorrow.
Resigned, he propped himself on his elbows, when he heard his mum’s voice calling for him.
„Shouta, Hizashi is here!” she called him from down the corridor.
WHAT.
No, no, no, no, why would he come here, why would he seek Shouta out. Did he want to just dump- get a grip Shouta, you can’t be dumped if you never dated- to reject him without further ado and let him know they’re done for good?
With a heavy heart he forced himself from the bed, hoping that there’s a villain attack and some pro hero crushes into the house at last minute.
As fate would have it, nothing like this happened and he was now faced with Hizashi with fresh tears running down his face.
Shouta's mum looked concerned, but a quick glance at his face, that was just as puffy and wet as Hizashi’s told her everything she needed.
„Oh,” she whispered. „I’ll leave you boys to talk it out.” She said before going back to the kitchen, briefly squeezing Shouta’s hand on the way.
„Shou- can we talk?” Hizashi asked with a cracking voice.
Shouta nodded, staring at the floor and refusing to meet the other boy’s eyes.
„Let’s… let’s go outside.” he croaked.
He followed when he heard Hizashi moving towards the gate and briefly looked up at his back. That’s when he noticed Hizashi was holding two backpacks, one of which was Shouta’s own.
Why, ran through Shouta’s head as he walked behind Hizashi, keeping safe distance.
They stood outside in the shadow of brick wall.
„So… I…” Shouta mumbled, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck and admiring his sneakers.
„Did you mean it,” he almost missed Hizashi’s whisper. He whipped his head up so fast it probably gave him whiplash. The green eyes of Hizashi were watery and ready to start leaking again at any given moment. When did Hizashi got so close? There was less than a foot between them.
Shouta's gaze dropped again. He took a fortifying breath.
„Hizashi, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha- we can just forget it, I’m so-„
„But did you mean it?” There was something odd in Hizashi’s voice. He didn’t sound angry, or sad but rather… anxious?
Well. If he insisted on the truth, Shouta will give it him. He is hero hopeful. He can do this. Plus Ultra and all this bullshit.
„I… yes. I mean. Not the part that I can’t believe it because I can, I just…”
He barely registered two thumps on the pavement, as Hizashi dropped both bags. What he did register was a hand cupping his cheek and slowly leading his head upwards. He was forced to look at Hizashi’s face… and if he thought breathing was hard before, now was the time he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen for sure. Hizashi’s eyes were gleaming, the boy grinning so widely it must have hurt and he looked the happiest Shouta ever seen him.
„Good,” Hizashi whispered, still cupping Shouta’s cheek. „Because I do too.”
And with that, he leaned forward and closed the distance between them.
Shouta’s heart skipped a beat when he felt Hizashi’s lips on his own. He felt the tears on his cheeks - not entirely sure whose - as he leaned up, kissing the boy back. The kiss was shy at first but it soon it deepened and Shouta felt himself melting into Hizashi, wrapping his hands around the blonde’s waist and feeling the hand curling in his hair.
After what felt like an eternity, they parted, not because they wanted but because they really had to breath.
„Why did you run away?” Hizashi suddenly looked concerned, although he still brushed his thumb across Shouta’s cheekbone.
Because I’m a dumb bitch, his mind helpfully supplied.
„Because according to Nemuri and Oboro I’m a dumb bitch and a coward.” he responded, staring into Hizashi’s eyes, so happy and full of love.
Hizashi snorted. „Yup, that checks out.”
„Do you… want to go inside?” Shouta asked shyly.
„DUH.”
They both went back. Mrs Aizawa peeked at them from the kitchen and grinned when she saw their fingers interlaced.
„Took you both long enough.” she said, and the boys both flushed red.
„Come on boys, dinner’s almost ready, I need to hear all about, who confessed and all.”
„MUM.”