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“It’s okay to be upset, ya know? Like, I know how confusing this whole mess has been with you dealing with Pops Mic being in the hospital and Denki kissing you before telling you it was just a heat of the moment thing.” says Izuku softly as he plays with the hand that Katsuki has laying against his waist. “With everything going on, you’re confused and upset, and angry. But you have every right to be, especially after he’s been such a dick when you two were so close before.”
“I know, but fuck. It’s so stupid, like I get it, don’t get me wrong. We are friends, it’s all been strictly platonic, and we both knew who we really wanted in those moments.” says Hitoshi quietly, pouting lightly as he lays his head against the back of the sofa, frustration spilling from his lips. “It just sucks that he doesn’t seem to understand why I was confused, like it’s just- he- I don’t know. And he didn’t even think about it before going off on me.”
“I did hear him going to Jirou’s room.” says Katsuki quietly, wincing at his own words.
“Well, fuck. I hope she says yes. Sucks, but I mean, Denks deserves to find some sort of happiness in all this.” Hitoshi sighs as he lifts his head up to look at Katsuki before letting it fall back against the couch again with a quiet thud.
“You do too.” says Izuku softly, genuinely as he reaches his hand out to pat Hitoshi’s hand.
“Izu, I appreciate you both being here, and trying to be supportive of me with all of this. But I know what day it is. Stop worrying about me, go on your anniversary date. We didn’t plan that shit for a month just for it to be ignored.” says Hitoshi lightly, smiling at his brother, his best friend, and his blasty boyfriend.
“Okay, but not until you agree with me, asshole.” says Izuku with a pout of his own, green eyes going big and cute.
“Fuck you and your sweet eyes. I agree that I deserve to find some sort of happiness. Now, go away. Let me sulk in peace.” replies Hitoshi with a huff.
“Glad I’m still not the only one that can resist the fucker when he pulls those damn eyes… So, eyebags… What’s the plan for tonight?” asks Katsuki slyly, curious.
“A fucking month, Blasty, not a chance I’m telling you a damn thing. Go be surprised.” replies Hitoshi with a serious tone as he turns his head to narrow his eyes at Katsuki in a glare.
“Ei, what’re you doing down here… What the hell happened to your hand?” asks Katsuki as he jolts up at the sight of his best friend holding his hand to his chest, bloodied and bruised.
“Nothing much, just got into it with Sparks in the hall. I’m all good. Happy Anniversary.” replies Eijirou with a wave of his hand.
Eijirou Kirishima had fought with Denki Kaminari in the hall. Resident Sunshine just fought with his best friend, aside from Katsuki.
“What the hell is happening to my life? He didn’t do it for me, but fuck would that be kinda hot.” thinks Hitoshi as he looks at Eijirou curiously.
“I think you should ask him why he got into it with Kami… Might be surprised by what he says.” mutters Izuku before he jumps up and walks over to his boyfriend and Eiji. “Thanks Ei, and Hitoshi can help patch up that hand, if that’s okay. I gotta get Kacchan outta here.”
“Ah, right, the surprise! Enjoy you two, y’all deserve it!” says Eijirou with a teasing wink at his best friend and his boyfriend.
“Fucking you know too?! What the hell bunny?!” exclaims Katsuki incredulously as he looks at his boyfriend.
“I needed help from the two soft boys, okay?! Come on!” whines Izuku as he tugs at Katsuki before he’s bodily dragging him out of the common room before he can yell anymore, and Hitoshi can’t stop himself from laughing at his antics.
“Those two are something else, I swear.” mutters Eijirou with a laugh.
Hitoshi turns to look at him, only to find that he disappeared.
“Now, where is that icepack?” says Eijirou loud and curious.
Kitchen.
Hitoshi shakes his head as he pushes himself up to go take his cinnamon roll brother’s advice. Maybe he’ll get lucky too. He leans against the doorway and watches Eijirou rummage through the freezer.
“You-“ starts Hitoshi soft and amused.
He’s cut off by the call of his name, and he turns his head to see who it is. He sees Denki coming down the hall with a shiner, and he’s definitely been crying.
“What do you want?” asks Hitoshi blankly as he turns to look at him.
“I need cuddles.” whines Denki with a pout as he reaches him.
Hitoshi’s heart clenches because he knows Denki is hurting, but fuck.
“After what you said to him, you better not actually be having the audacity to come ask him for some fucking cuddles.” snarls Eijirou from right behind Hitoshi.
“Ei… I-I… But he wanted cuddles today!” exclaims Denki defensively as he crosses his arms over his chest, looking annoyed.
“And you were a little bitch because you got a text from Jirou.” snaps Eijirou as he steps out of the kitchen, anger shocking Hitoshi. “Apologise to him and leave him the hell alone. He was being sweet, and you called him needy and clingy. You don’t get cuddles from Hitoshi.”
“You really hit me over him? What the hell, Eijirou?! We cuddled, that’s it. Platonic cuddles. He knows that, I know that, we know that! And he knows I don’t see him as anything more than a friend! What he asked was out of pocket!” snaps Denki in an incredulous tone as he glares at Eijirou.
“Okay, hold on. Me asking you to consider us being more than platonic after you kissed me, was out of pocket?” snarls Hitoshi with a scoff as he glares at Denki. “Dude, look… Love ya, and I can guarantee that’s not romantic, but fuck you for the mixed signals. You want cuddles? Go ask Jirou.”
He turns and goes straight for the freezer, reaching in and easily finding the icepack for Eijirou. He ignores them as he finds a towel and the first aid kit, wrapping the icepack in the towel to ease the chill.
“Awe, are you still going to help take care of me like a good boyfriend?” asks Denki with a teasing tone, flirtatious voice in play.
“Dude. That is literally a mixed signal. And you really had the audacity to question if you were the asshole?” groans Eijirou as he facepalms, hitting himself hard in the forehead.
“Oh fuck, I really am an ass. Shit. Shit! I am so sorry, Hitoshi! I didn’t, fuck, okay, I screwed up big time! I- I didn’t- That’s how I am with Jirou too cause she does that- I am so sorry. Okay, I get it now, I… Let me put it out there, I see you as my platonic cuddle partner and best friend, and I am so sorry that I was sending mixed signals. I will try my best to do better!” rambles Denki apologetically, hands wrenching at his own hair.
“Yeah, okay, forgive.” replies Hitoshi as he steps forward, hands reaching up to stop Denki despite keeping space between them. “Whatever. But I don’t think we can do the platonic cuddling anymore because I am not risking this again. And I’ll admit, I like you, but I am a hundred percent certain it has a lot to do with the cuddling and the signals.”
“No, yeah, that makes total sense, dude.. I- fuck- I am so sorry I put you in that position, and for fucking up this whole thing for you two. I should’ve realized that what I was doing was the same shit I was upset at Jirou for doing with me.” says Denki apologetically, truly looking torn up with himself.
“You’re fine, still my bestie dude, just no more of this mess, ‘kay? I really don’t need anything else to fuck with my head with everything going on.” replies Hitoshi softly, smiling to ease some of Denki’s hurt.
“Yeah, no problem! And I am sorry about making a mess for you two, that wasn’t my intention t-to sabotage things between the two of you. I know how much you two-” says Denki before Hitoshi cuts him off, “Hey, sparky, no.”
“Oh, fuck, I almost did it again, huh? Sorry!” squeaks Denki before he claps a hand over his mouth.
“It’s whatever, but just so you know, Pops is good. He’s not completely clear yet, but they have higher hopes.” replies Hitoshi lightly, glossing over Denki’s mistake to give him a little tidbit since he was the one he went to when he got the news.
“Ah, okay, that’s good then! I- uh- I’m gonna go now… I have stuff in my room to take care of this.” says Denki sheepishly as he backs away, fleeing.
“Later Denki,” calls Hitoshi before he turns to Eijirou with an arched brow of curiosity. “You really hit him over what he said to me? Your best friend…?”
“Yes, well… I did hear what he said that day, and then he was running his mouth to Sero after he saw Jirou. I just kinda… saw red? Sorry man, I know you can take care of yourself.” says Eijirou as he winces at his own words.
“Eiji, that- that was very sweet of you.” whispers Hitoshi in an awe-filled voice.
“Also, really stupid of me, but I just couldn’t stand hearing him spout shit off like he was.” mumbles Eijirou as he looks away from Hitoshi, disappointed in himself for losing his cool.
“He was just being Sparky, and Sero did text me whatever it was he said, but I’m guessing part of it was the clingy and needy shit. It’s okay. I was being overbearing. Pops has been in and out of critical condition this last month because of his vocal chords being fucked up, and having a surgery that was successful but put him into a coma, and I’ve been on the verge of a breakdown the entire time.” rambles Hitoshi as he opens the first aid kit and pulls Eijirou over to the counter. “I’ve been needy and clingy because he was there when dad called me, and I’d hoped he’d understand. I have been feeling all sorts of shit, so being comfortable was kind of all I could think about. Which was dumb because Sparks is adorable, but not my type at all.”
“You were worried and confused, it’s okay. He shouldn’t have been a dick when he was the same way just last year when you first joined our class. He’s just all over the place because Jirou is confused, and she doesn’t know what she wants.” explains Eijirou lightly, reassuringly.
“Yeah, I know, but I kinda feel bad for putting that on his plate. I mean, I knew how he felt about Jirou, and he knows how I feel about someone, so it’s not like we didn’t know we weren’t interested in each other in the beginning.” explains Hitoshi as he cleans Eijirou’s hand carefully.
“You know you don’t have to do this right? Like, thank you very much, but you don’t have to.” murmurs Eijirou lightly, voice sounding strained as Hitoshi starts wrapping his hand.
“I want to.” replies Hitoshi softly as he works.
“So, uh, what was Denks talking about earlier?” whispers Eijirou softly, curious as he tries to get his mind off of the softness on display in front of him.
Hitoshi’s head whips up at the whispered question, regretting it instantly as his face goes red, but he asks anyways, “What do you mean?”
“He said he’d messed things up for… for us?” mumbles Eijirou nervously, but he still looks Hitoshi in the eyes the entire time.
“Oh. Um, long story?” says Hitoshi a bit nervously as he ducks his head down and focuses back on his task again.
“You don’t have to tell me… I was just curious because he included me, and I don’t-” starts Eijirou before he visibly cuts himself off and takes a breath. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“No, I-uh- I should. I just don’t umm… Don’t want this to become another Denki situation.” Hitoshi sighs as he quickly lays the towel covered ice pack over Eijirou’s hand before turning to repack up the first aid kit.
“Hitoshi, you don’t-“ starts Eijirou softly, wanting to reassure him.
“He said it because he knows how I feel about you.” starts Hitoshi as he rips off the band-aid, closing the first aid kit and moving to where it’s designated spot is. “He probably assumed that our whole thing screwed up my plan that I told him about, but I didn’t go through with it because Pops got hurt, then I was confused, and finally, we made it here.”
“Are you still confused?” asks Eijirou after a moment as Hitoshi stashes the kit away.
“Of course not, I mean- okay, maybe a little bit, but I know where I stand on that whole thing. And I’m certain it won’t matter in a few days anyways because I might like him, but all I did was ask for cuddles and ask if he wanted to give it a real shot after he kissed me.” Hitoshi knows that the way he’s moped and whined has made it seem more than it is, and maybe he needs to talk to Izu because he’s pretty sure his brother thinks he actually has feeling for Kami on top of being in love with Eiji, but Izu also knew that he thought Kami and Jirou would be adorable.
“Well, then… In a few days, I’ll ask the same question.” says Eijirou softly as he steps forward and reaches a hand up to press it against Hitoshi’s cheek, cupping his face lightly with his uninjured hand.
“Oh-okay.” whispers Hitoshi as his stomach swoops in that way only Eiji can make happen.
If he was questioning his feelings before, that moment solidified everything for him. Eijirou smiles at him before he makes his way out of the kitchen, and Hitoshi has to take a deep breath before he’s fumbling his phone out of his pocket.
He has to call Izuku, and he only needs two minutes.
‘Toshi?’
‘I know you’re having your anniversary surprise. But… do you think I have feelings for Denki?’
‘What? No, of course not. I know you’re in love with Ei.’
‘Earlier, you said-’
‘Because I know Kami is your best friend, and that you asked him out. I know you like him as a person.’
‘Think I was confused… not anymore though.’
‘Ah, you figured yourself out, huh?’
‘Bout time dumbass. Sparks isn’t your type, ya whiny bastard.’
‘Fuck off, blasty, I was getting weird signals.’
‘Gonna get your man?’
‘In a few days, gotta be positive. Ei deserves the best.’
‘You are certain, but crushes because of mixed signals are annoying, so I get it.’
‘Yeah, I know. That was a long conversation you had to have with Ochako.’
‘And annoying as all hell. I’m going to keep spoiling Kacchan, but are you okay?’
‘Yep! Have too much fun, ‘kay?’
‘We will!’
~~~ Three Days Later ~~~
Hitoshi is lounging in the common room as Katsuki makes dinner, Denki and Jirou are cuddling and sharing kisses on the couch while Izuku and Shouto are playing some game on the Xbox.
It’s fairly quiet as they wait for the others to return from their patrols.
“Yo, eyebags, need you to come watch this!” calls Katsuki from the kitchen.
“What do you need me for? You’re in there!” calls Hitoshi with a whine.
“Cause Ei needs me, so come the fuck on!” snaps Katsuki as he sticks his head out of the kitchen to glare at him.
“He okay?” asks Hitoshi as he makes his way into the kitchen, worry written all over his face.
“He’s probably fine, just called and asked me to come meet him. I’ll know more in a few. This just needs five more minutes, then turn the burner off. Don’t ruin my food.” replies Katsuki dismissively.
“Whatever, asshat.” grumbles Hitoshi as he leans against the counter by the stove and watches the curry simmer.
Katsuki is gone before Hitoshi even registers that the fucking timer is on. He doesn’t even need to be in here, but Hitoshi stands there and waits anyways.
The second the stupid timer goes off, he shuts the burner off and stirs the pot for a moment. Then he’s moving over to the cabinet with the classes to grab a mug because it’s coffee time.
“Katsuki is going to be pissed that you’re trying to drink coffee this late.”
Hitoshi whirls around in surprise, clutching his purple cat mug to his chest as his eyes go wide, taking in the sight of Eijirou fresh off patrol. He’s wearing sweats and a deep red shirt, hair wet and pressing against his forehead, fuck.
“Scared the shit outta me.” says Hitoshi as he takes a couple deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
“Yeah, I figured I would. Didn’t see a point in trying not to.” replies Eijirou softly with a shrug as he walks over to him, practically crowding him against the counter as he carefully slips the mug from Hitoshi’s hands to set it down beside him. “Got a question for you.”
Hitoshi’s hands settle on the edge of the counter as Eijirou’s settle next to them.
As his eyes dart down to those pretty lips, Hitoshi whispers, “Got an answer for you.”
“Are you still confused?” asks Eijirou as he leans up the small distance between them, barely a breath away.
“Nope.” replies Hitoshi as he leans just a smidgeon closer, breathing Eijirou’s air, feeling weightless.
“Can I kiss you?” asks Eijirou in a whisper as he nudges their noses together softly.
“Fuck yes.” replies Hitoshi reverently.
“Thank fuck.” whispers Eijirou with a groan as he leans up.
Eijirou’s the one that presses their lips together, he’s the one that touches Hitoshi first, pressing a hand against the small of his back, gripping his shirt. But Hitoshi’s the one that runs his tongue over Eijirou’s lip, the one that deepens the kiss.
It’s more heated than it should be for a first kiss, but not for them, it’s exactly what it needs to be. The tension over the last three days have been killing them, so much staring, biting lips, zoning out as the other talked, this is heated and sweet and the noises are let out.
“Don’t fuck in my kitchen, dammit!”
Eijirou pulls away with a chuckle as Hitoshi groans, “Fuck off, Blasty, I’ll do whatever I goddamn please with my Eiji!”
“You damn well better.” whispers Eijirou with a heated look at Hitoshi that flushes that beautiful pale skin. “Be mine?”
“Already am, but that means you’re mine too, Eiji, my sunshine.” says Hitoshi fiercely as he leans in and kisses him softly, quickly.
“Always. Come on, let’s go hang with the others. I don’t feel like getting blasted, but we can fuck with blasty’s kitchen another time.” leers Eijirou with a soft smirk as he holds Hitoshi by the waist.
They make their way into the living room, and Eijirou pulls Hitoshi across his lap, an arm around his waist, thumb rubbing against the sliver of skin under his shirt as his other hand holds Hitoshi’s legs. As Hitoshi sits on Eijirou, fingers running through Eijirou’s wet hair, he feels more whole than he’s ever felt. Meeting Denki’s eye, he smiles softly at his friend, and he knows everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be, now all he needs is for his Pops to wake up.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Hitoshi grabs his phone from his pocket and sees it’s his dad. He answers the call with a soft, “Dad?”
“Son, Vlad is going to bring you, Eri, and Nemuri to the hospital. He’s awake.”
“H-H-He’s a-a-awake? Really?”
“Yeah, son, he’s awake.”
“O-Okay, I- I’ll go meet Vlad at the gates.”
“See you soon, son.”
“See you soon, dad.”
Hitoshi hangs up the call, his heart pounding in his ears. His Pops is awake.
“Toshi, you need to get to the gates for Vlad.” says Eijirou softly as he pulls Hitoshi’s attention to him.
“I-I- I don’t- I can’t-” Hitoshi stutters softly as he looks at Eijirou, unable to bring himself to say anything as tears drip down his cheeks.
“I’ll walk with you, okay?” offers Eijirou softly and when Hitoshi nods, he stands up with Hitoshi in his arms, helping him stand a second later, but he holds his hand tightly in his own to keep them connected.
Hitoshi walks with Eijirou, walking to the gates without giving the others any information, knowing that Jirou will tell them what’s going on after they’re gone. He’s trembling as relief surges through him to battle with the fear that has been weighing heavily on him. He leaves Eijirou with a promise to message as soon as he sees that Pops is okay, and to message if he comes back because Eijirou will meet him at the gate despite their curfew.
It isn’t until he’s standing in front of his Pops who’s holding a sobbing Eri, that he feels that relief overwhelm him, and he has to sit next to his dad to breathe. Everything is truly exactly as it’s meant to be now that his Pops is okay and awake.