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Yamada Hizashi was fine. No, he really was! So what if he was running on three litres of coffee and five cans of energy drinks, and had three jobs, out of which two demanded his attention aside from working hours? He was fine!
Hizashi was decidedly not fine and Shouta was getting desperate. How do you convince your workaholic, ADHD husband to calm the fuck down? There was one thing that could work. It happened multiple times over the years and at the beginning Shouta thought it was a coincidence Hizashi slept well with Shouta laying on top of him but eventually, the man came to the conclusion he was sort of treated like a weighted blanket. He wouldn't hesitate if he had to use that knowledge.
After week three of Hizashi running on fumes and nothing but twenty minute naps at the coffee table, Shouta had enough. He called all three of Hizashi's, and two of his jobs, and cancelled all the existing and potential obligations and set on to work.
He had about two hours before Hizashi got off school and in the meantime, Shouta had a lot of shopping to do.
An hour and a half later, he was ready to go. Hizashi's favourite set of sweats (that used to belong to Shouta) were laid out in the bathroom, his favourite shampoo and body wash were ready and Chinese take out was ready on the table. Shouta took out the fairy lights Hizashi adored and put them on the coffee table and tv stand and Mulan was paused, waiting for Hizashi to arrive.
Finally, the front door opened and Hizashi called out with the most lackluster I'm home Shouta ever heard.
“Hi sweetheart,” he greeted his husband, walking up to him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Hizashi smiled weakly and Shouta's heart ached at his exhaustion in his eyes. Green eyes were dulled and empty and Shouta could only hope his plan would work. Wordlessly, he helped Hizashi get out of his hero costume, gently setting directional speaker on the shelf, and peeling off the leather.
“Come on, baby,” Shouta whispered and kissed Hizashi, soft and careful. He tugged him towards the bathroom. “You're taking a bath.”
Hizashi yawned. “I can't, Kitten, I have to plan show for Friday.”
Ah. Here we go.
“You don't have a show on Friday.”
Hizashi frowned.
“I called in sick. In all the jobs. We have five days to rest and you're getting at least 36 hours of sleep or you're not leaving the house,” Shouta said in his teacher voice.
“B-babe, what...”
They were at the bathroom door and Shouta turned to face his husband. “You're driving yourself into an early grave and I won't allow it.”
He pulled Hizashi into a hug. “Please let me take care of you,” he mumbled into his shoulder.
Some tension seemed to leave Hizashi and he sagged in the embrace. “Y-yeah. Yeah, ok,” he whispered.
With that, they went into the bathroom and Shouta helped Hizashi out of the rest of the clothes. He pressed kisses to every inch of the skin that was revealed, murmuring sweet nothings and I love yous and how proud he is of Hizashi for letting Shouta take care of him. He could feel his husband go pliant under his lips and barely contained a smirk. He did, however, smile softly at Hizashi and pressed one last kiss to his hip before getting up.
“Let's wash your hair first and then you can soak.”
Hizashi nodded and got under the shower; Shouta stripped himself and got into the tub, reaching for the shampoo to lather the golden strands.
“I thought we're out?” Hizashi noted, surprised.
“I may have gone shopping,” Shouta shrugged and started working the shampoo into the hair, paying extra attention to massage the scalp. A quiet, pleased moan escaped Hizashi and once the tower of hair was down, he all but melted into Shouta's chest. The man chuckled and kissed Hizashi's temple.
“We need to wash it out,” he murmured with lips pressed to his husband's forehead.
Hizashi groaned weakly in protest but allowed Shouta to run water through his hair. Finally, the golden waterfall was as shiny as ever.
Next, Shouta reached for their sponge and added the bodywash; he started gently caressing Hizashi's skin, washing away all the worry and tension that remained in his husband's shoulders. Hizashi's pleased sighs told him that was exactly what the blond needed.
Finally, they were both cleaned and after draining the tub, Shouta filled it again with warm water and Hizashi's favourite bubbles.
“Go soak,” he whispered into the kiss Hizashi dragged him into.
“Nooo, bathe with me,” Hizashi protested. Shouta was about to decline, he wanted to heat up the take out, but he stood no chance when faced with Hizashi's pout and puppy eyes.
He was a weak man.
“Fine,” he acquiesced and Hizashi cheered as Shouta came back into the tub and sat down, with Hizashi fitting himself between his legs.
“Love you, Sunshine,” Shouta whispered as he played with golden hair.
“Love you too, Starlight,” came a sleepy reply and the man chuckled. The plan was working perfectly.
They stayed in the tub until the water went lukewarm and Shouta nudged Hizashi awake.
“Time to get up,” he whispered. He loved moments like that, when they could be quiet together and nothing was interrupting them.
Hizashi groaned and opened his eyes. “That was nice,” he murmured as they got out of the bath. Shouta helped him into the clothes, relieved to see some light was back in the peridot eyes.
Without a word, he led his husband to the living room, where he burrowed Hizashi in a nestle of pillows and blankets, and went to the kitchen to heat up the takeout.
“You didn't have to,” Hizashi protested, taking in all the food and fairy lights.
“But I wanted to. I'm your husband and I love you, ok?” Shouta replied, nuzzling his nose against Hizashi's cheek. The man giggled. “If only your class knew how soft you are!”
“Tell them and we're getting divorce,” Shouta warned him as he took a dumpling and offered it to Hizashi, who grinned and opened his mouth, letting Shouta feed him.
They ate in silence, ambient music coming from the speakers and Hizashi could feel all the tension leaving him. He hadn't felt so calm in a long time and he felt invigorated and ready to work again!
“No,” he heard Shouta say. He looked at him confused.
“I can see you're already planning to go back to work. No.”
“But Shouta!”
“No. Lay down for me, please?”
Confused, he obeyed and laid down on the couch, and then his wonderful husband crawled on top of him.
“Babe? Whatcha doing?”
“Sleeping,” Shouta replied, wiggling a bit to make himself more comfortable. “You should too.”
“But Shouta...”
“No,” his husband replied and pressed play on the movie.
Hizashi pouted but didn't move. He only craned his neck to better see the screen. He was acutely aware of the weight on top of him and it was grounding... And calming...
He was out like a light.