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Izuku hums under his breath, tilting his shoulders further against the warm hand braced on his skin. Hitoshi's fingers splay further apart, not shifting away at all.
"Alright?" The single word is soft and sweet and slow, drawn-out just a little in a way that makes Izuku smile, even still half-asleep,
"Mmhm." Hitoshi snorts at that, not unkindly so, running his hand down Izuku's spine once, twice, before it settles between Izuku's shoulder blades once again.
"Thought I was meant to be the sleepy one of us."
"Mmh. Try me," Izuku retorts, albeit rather half-heartedly.
"Nah, thanks, I'm good. Plus it's kind of cute."
"Only kinda?" Izuku manages, even as he snuggles further into their blankets.
"Only kind of, yeh," Hitoshi confirms, but even mostly-asleep Izuku can hear the fond amusement to his tone.
He really does love Hitoshi, so, so much.
Izuku certainly doesn't mean to drift back to sleep, but he apparently ends up doing so anyway, because the next thing he knows there's a gentle hand in his hair, brushing it away from his face, and a quiet voice murmuring his name.
"Mm?" he grumbles, reluctantly blinking against the light of the world beyond his eyelids. It's brighter than before. Although, upon managing to focus on the blurry shape above him, he realises that Hitoshi is part of said world, in all of his silver-eyed beauty, the edges of a fond-sweet smile dimpling his cheeks. (Izuku adores everything about him, from the arch of his eyebrows to the slight dip in the middle of his chin, from the tiny scar on his temple to the almost-curl of his bedhead hair falling into his face; Hitoshi is quite simply gorgeous, and Izuku is so blessed to be able to admire, let alone kiss him-)
"If you sleep any longer you won't be able to sleep tonight." That isn't the sentence that Izuku wants to hear, frankly, and he has no shame about closing his eyes again in the hopes of ignoring it.
Until Hitoshi pokes him, admittedly gently, in the cheek, squishing his face slightly until Izuku squints up at him again,
"Mmph. If'u say so."
"I do say so."
"Fine," Izuku murmurs.
He can't help but smile, though, as he stretches and tilts his head up enough to press a kiss to Hitoshi's jaw, and his smile only widens, somewhat inconveniently so, when Hitoshi shifts enough to be able to press their lips together.
Yeh, Izuku is happy. Incredibly so. It's hard not to be, really, when all of their bedding smells of them and of the detergent they bought together, and the sunlight is golden-gentle through the gaps around their curtains, and Hitoshi looks so soft and sweet and content.
He looks happy, and that brings Izuku an absolute joy in equal turn.
"I can make breakfast this morning," he offers, helplessly smiling up at his beautiful boyfriend. (It's impossible not to be full of a quiet kind of joy on mornings like this, when the whole world is still and calm; when Hitoshi and Izuku are okay, happy, safe, sprawled out together in easy comfort.)
"Only if you promise jam on the toast." Hitoshi's request isn't an unreasonable one, so Izuku only pretends to think it over for a few moments,
"Hmmkay."
Abruptly, Izuku shoots up, turning just enough to squint at Hitoshi, scepticism rising, elbows nearly giving way with how suddenly his full weight is on his arms, the mattress sinking beneath the pressure,
"You want an egg with it too, don't you?" His tone was admittedly accusatory. But that's entirely justified because Hitoshi has a history of this and-
"Yes." Hence Izuku claiming he was justified.
Still though, he can't help the rush of fondness that sweeps warmth down his spine in the shape of Hitoshi's hand, even whilst he rolls his eyes at his partner,
"You monster. I love you." And Hitoshi, the wonderful bastard that he is, just smiles,
"Love you too."
"I almost love you less for the jam-egg-toast thing though." There's a moment's pause, his face screwing up slightly, before he shrugs, collarbones flashing in and out of obvious sight,
"Eh, I'll take almost."
Hitoshi leans in closer, head tilted just-so; Izuku doesn't hesitate to lean in too, kissing him once, twice, three times. It's sweet. Sure, Izuku's mouth still feels a little bit sleep-fuzzy and one of his legs is fading into pins and needles, but he really doesn't care when he gets to kiss Hitoshi.
This, right here, is what matters most in the world, what brings him the most joy, makes him feel the most loved, and he couldn't be more grateful to Hitoshi for it.
Even if he does have to cook him jam and eggs on toast in return.