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It had been a long day. The type of long day where you wonder if you should fall asleep in your car instead of going home. Unfortunately- Hizashi knew from experience that the back pain in the morning wouldn’t be worth it.
He grabbed a styrofoam cup from the pantry and ripped the plastic off with his teeth, imagining his mother scolding him: “Teeth aren’t meant for that!” Well, she’d probably scold him for more than that if she knew he still ate microwave ramen for dinner most nights. He peeled back the cover, opened the seasoning packet, and plopped it into the microwave—just like always.
As he pressed the buttons, the microwave hummed quietly, and he moved to the bathroom, ready to shower. He was blissfully unaware that the noodles were about to become a smoky disaster.
Once the shower was on, Hizashi savored the hot water, letting it wash away the stress of the day. Call him high maintenance all you want- the scent of white tea and basil was worth the amount he had shelled out for the shampoo. What was the point of cleaning up if you didn’t like how you smelled after? Sure, he was a particular man- sue him. While the shampoo sat in his hair for a moment he squeezed out the last little bit of amber body wash onto a lime-shaped loofah, enjoying the warm, woodsy, burning scent.
He took his time lathering up and rinsing himself, humming a particularly catchy song under his breath. The more he rinsed, the more something smelled… off. Bad off. Plastic-on-fire off…
“What now?” he grumbled to himself, wrinkling his nose at the scent. He quickly turned off the shower, threw on a towel, and dashed out into the kitchen with droplets trailing behind him.
The sight that greeted him was chaotic: smoke billowed from the microwave, and the smoke alarm blared loudly, though he couldn’t hear it. Standing next to the microwave was a tall figure in firefighter gear, clearly trying to manage the situation. His brow furrowed in concentration as he used a pair of Hizashi’s metal cooking tongs to chuck a flaming puck of ‘used to be ramen’ into the blonde’s running kitchen sink.
Hizashi’s eyes widened in confusion. “Um, excuse me?” he said, towel barely holding up as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
Aizawa looked up, clearly taken aback by the sight of a half-drenched, towel-clad man in the middle of a smoke-filled kitchen. His expression shifted from surprise to a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Is this your idea of cooking?” he implored, raising an eyebrow.
Hizashi laughed, the sound bubbling up despite the chaos. He shrugged, “I might’ve forgotten the water.” He popped his hearing aids back in while the mystery man made sure that his dinner had stopped smoking.
Aizawa let out a resigned sigh, a smirk forming on his lips. “You’re lucky it was just ramen. I was about to call it in as an emergency with how much smoke there was. Honestly, impressive.”
Hizashi glanced back at the kitchen, where the microwave stood ominously, smoke still curling from it. “I didn’t think it would be this dramatic!”
“Welcome to my world,” Aizawa replied, trying to suppress a smile. “Just try to keep the fires to a minimum next time.”
As Aizawa finished clearing the smoke, he pulled out his phone and called in the incident, reassuring the station that everything was under control. Hizashi watched, fascinated, as Aizawa moved with quiet confidence despite how awkward the situation was.
Once the call ended, Aizawa turned to Hizashi, his expression softening. “So, what do you usually eat that doesn’t end in smoke and chaos?”
“Anything that doesn’t involve boiling water,” Hizashi replied, grinning. “I’m more of a microwave chef.”
Aizawa chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Well, I hope you don’t plan on making a habit of this. Your cooking skills are a fire hazard.”
“I promise I’ll try harder next time,” Hizashi said, feeling a little bold. “Or I’ll just invite a firefighter over to supervise.”
“Good idea,” Aizawa replied, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. “I might need to keep an eye on you.”
Their eyes locked, and Hizashi felt a flutter in his chest. There was something undeniably magnetic about Aizawa.
“Can I at least make it up to you with takeout?” Hizashi suggested, his excitement bubbling over.
Aizawa’s expression softened further. “I guess that’s acceptable. Just make sure it’s not too spicy. I’m almost off anyways, I’ll just let the guys know.” He pulled out his phone and began texting his supervisor Nemuri, who was sure to give him shit for this later.
“Deal! I can even do the ordering,” Hizashi said, his enthusiasm infectious.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow and pocketed his phone again. “What’s your go-to?”
“Something with extra noodles!” Hizashi signed, then hesitated before adding, “And maybe something for dessert?”
Aizawa smirked. “Sounds like you know how to treat a guest.”
As Hizashi busied himself with the idea of ordering food, he suddenly realized he hadn’t even caught the firefighter’s name. “By the way, I’m Hizashi,” he declared with a smile on his face.
“Aizawa,” The dark-haired man replied, looking a little more relaxed now. “But you already knew that from the uniform.” He had caught the blonde looking at his name patch more than once.
“True!” Hizashi laughed. “But now I know who saves my cooking disasters.”
Aizawa chuckled lightly, his stoic demeanor finally cracking. “Let’s hope there aren’t too many more disasters.”
“Agreed! And hey, maybe we can grab dinner without the smoke sometime?” Hizashi suggested while gesturing to the still-hazy room, feeling a little bolder.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Are you asking me out?”
“Why not? We could make it a cooking lesson—minus the ramen,” Hizashi replied, grinning.
“Sure, but only if you promise to keep the smoke alarms out of it.” Aizawa reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Let’s exchange numbers. Just in case you need a firefighter on speed dial.”
Hizashi’s heart raced as he pulled out his own phone, fingers shaking a little with excitement. They exchanged numbers, and Hizashi felt a warm rush of happiness.
“There. Now I’m officially your cooking supervisor,” Aizawa said, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Perfect! I’ll text you soon, so we can plan our culinary adventure!” Hizashi said, feeling a giddy thrill at the thought of what could come next.
As Aizawa stepped toward the door, he turned back one last time, a playful glint in his eyes. “And Hizashi? Try to keep the whole ‘cremating things’ to a minimum next time.”
Hizashi laughed, the sound echoing in the now-sanitized kitchen. “No promises!”
With that, Aizawa left, and Hizashi stood in the middle of his kitchen, heart racing and a smile plastered on his face. Maybe a little chaos wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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A month had passed since the infamous ramen incident, and Hizashi found himself both excited and a bit nervous as he approached Aizawa’s apartment for dinner. They had been on several dates since their chaotic first meeting, and each one had deepened his feelings for the quiet man. Tonight was special; it was the first time he’d be meeting Aizawa’s eight year old son, Shinsou.
Hizashi knocked on the door, a broad smile spreading across his face when Aizawa opened it. “Hey there!” he greeted warmly, taking in Aizawa’s familiar, relaxed demeanor.
“Welcome back,” Aizawa said, stepping aside to let Hizashi in. The savory aroma of something delicious wafted through the air, making Hizashi’s stomach rumble in response.
“Smells amazing in here!” Hizashi exclaimed, stepping into the cozy apartment. A ball of black fluff darted to his feet to attach his shoelaces before he could even attempt to kick off his boots.
“Thanks. I tried to keep it simple- no smoke alarms involved this time,” Aizawa replied, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips as he watched his beloved cat antagonize his boyfriend.
“Good call!” Hizashi laughed, remembering their first meeting. “I’ve been practicing my cooking skills just in case I have to impress you someday.” Boots finally off, he picked up the very entertained cat who had partially unlaced one boot. “Well, hello to you too, Bastard.” He cooed.
“Progress,” Aizawa said, raising an eyebrow as he moved to the kitchen. “But you know I’m still the chef around here.” The man was oddly defensive of his self-given title.
“I can’t argue with that!” Hizashi grinned, leaning against the counter to watch Aizawa work. “What are you making tonight?” The blonde set a squirming Bastard down and watched as the cat darted off to create chaos elsewhere.
“Stir-fry with chicken and vegetables,” Aizawa said, effortlessly chopping ingredients. “It’s one of Shinsou’s favorites.”
“Sounds delicious! I can’t wait to meet him,” Hizashi said, genuinely excited.
As they chatted, a voice piped up from the living room. “Dad? Is dinner ready yet?”
“Almost, Shinsou! Just finishing up!” Aizawa called back, glancing at Hizashi with a soft smile. Hizashi did his best to not let his anxiety show.
Moments later, Shinsou appeared in the doorway, looking a bit shy. He was wearing a neko branded t-shirt and cargo shorts, his hair tousled and his expression curious.
“Hey, Shinsou,” Aizawa said, gesturing to Hizashi. “This is Hizashi, the one I told you about.”
Hizashi crouched down slightly, offering a friendly smile. “Hi, Shinsou! I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m excited to finally meet you!”
Shinsou looked up at him with unimpressed eyes, then nodded. “Hi.”
“Don’t be shy! I promise I’m not that scary,” Hizashi said, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m just here to eat all your dad’s cooking.”
Shinsou cracked a small smile, visibly relaxing. “He’s a good cook,” he admitted. “Better than you, I bet.”
Aizawa chuckled, crossing his arms. “You’re not wrong, but still- be nice.”
As they settled at the dining table, Hizashi couldn’t help but admire how efficient Aizawa was at dishing out their meals. He briefly wondered if the man had ever worked in the food industry- or maybe it was because they didn’t have much time to make and eat meals at the station?
Dinner was served, and the three of them dug in, the conversation flowing surprisingly easily between bites of flavorful stir-fry.
“This is amazing, Aizawa!” Hizashi said, savoring a mouthful. “You’ve outdone yourself again.”
“Glad you like it,” Aizawa replied, his expression softening.
Hizashi turned to Shinsou. “So, what do you like to do for fun?”
“I play video games and read,” Shinsou replied, his shyness dissipating as he warmed up to Hizashi. “I’m trying to get better at gaming.”
“Nice! What kind of games do you play?” Hizashi asked, genuinely interested.
“Mostly Stardew Valley and strategy games,” Shinsou said, his eyes lighting up. “I’m kind of stuck on the skull cavern right now…”
Hizashi leaned in, excited. “I love Stardew! Maybe we can play together sometime. The cavern can be really hard but if you level up your defense you’ll have an easier time. I can show you how.”
“Really? That would be awesome!” Shinsou replied, a hint of enthusiasm breaking through his initial shyness.
As dinner continued, Hizashi couldn’t help but feel a growing fondness for both Aizawa and Shinsou. The laughter and warmth in the room felt like a cozy blanket, wrapping around them in a way that made Hizashi’s heart swell.
After they finished eating, Aizawa stood to clear the table. “Hizashi, you can help Shinsou with his game. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Sure!” Hizashi said, turning to Shinsou. “What season are you in?”
“Year five summer,” Shinsou said, pulling his game from the shelf.
As they set up, Hizashi felt a wave of happiness wash over him. It was a different kind of evening than he’d expected—more than just a date. It felt important. Like this was a place he could really settle in.
When Aizawa returned, he paused in the doorway, watching them with a soft smile. Hizashi caught his eye and winked, a silent acknowledgment of how far they had come since that first chaotic meeting.
After a couple of minutes, Aizawa joined them, sitting back to watch and offer some playful banter.
“Wow, Hizashi! You got us two giant melons this harvest!” Shinsou quipped happily.
“Yeah, Zashi- you’ve got some nice melons there.” Aizawa drawled. Hizashi blindly reached behind himself to slap at the all-too-pleased man.
The three of them spent the rest of the evening laughing and enjoying each other's company, the atmosphere filled with an easy warmth.
As Hizashi prepared to leave, he felt a bittersweet twinge in his chest. “Thanks for dinner, Aizawa. I had a great time!”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Aizawa replied, his eyes sparkling.
“I had fun too!” Shinsou added, looking up at Hizashi. “You should come over again soon!”
“Definitely! I can bring dessert next time!” Hizashi suggested, grinning.
“Just not from the microwave,” Aizawa teased. God, he was never going to let that go, was he?
“Deal!” Hizashi laughed, stepping outside with the slightly shorter man as his son stayed glued to his console.
As they stepped out onto the porch, the evening air was pleasantly cool, filled with the soft sounds of the neighborhood settling into night. Hizashi leaned against the railing, glancing over at Aizawa, who stood a bit more serious now, his usual stoicism returning.
“Thanks for inviting me over,” Hizashi said, his heart racing just a tinge. “I really had a great time—especially getting to know Shinsou better.”
Aizawa turned to him, the corners of his mouth quirking up in that subtle way that always made Hizashi’s stomach flutter. “He liked you. You two clicked. He doesn’t really get along with many people, but we’re working on it. We’ve even got a playdate with one of his classmates, Izuku, next weekend.”
“Yeah? That’s good to hear!” Hizashi beamed, feeling a rush of warmth at the thought of fitting in with Aizawa’s family.
For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence. Hizashi felt the urge to close the distance between them. “So, uh… about that next date,” he started, his voice a little softer. “I’ve got a few ideas if you’re up for it.”
Aizawa tilted his head slightly, a curious glimmer in his eyes. “I’m listening.”
Hizashi took a step closer, his heart pounding. “How about a baking night? We can tackle something together. Maybe a pie? I’ve got to redeem myself!”
Aizawa chuckled, shaking his head. “To go from microwave meals to homemade pies- you’re quite optimistic, aren’t you?”
“Always! And I’ve got a good feeling about it,” Hizashi replied, his gaze locked on Aizawa’s.
Hizashi could see Aizawa’s walls softening, the warmth in his eyes inviting. Feeling bold, Hizashi leaned in just a bit, testing the waters. “Can I-”
Before he could finish, Aizawa closed the gap, pressing his lips against Hizashi’s in a gentle but firm kiss. It felt electric, a spark igniting between them that sent butterflies racing through Hizashi’s chest.
The kiss lingered for a moment, sweet and tender, and when they pulled away, Aizawa’s expression was a mixture of surprise and satisfaction.
“Wow,” Hizashi breathed, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “That was definitely a good way to end the night.”
Aizawa’s lips twitched as he fought back a smile. “Maybe we should do that more often.”
“Definitely,” Hizashi agreed, feeling a rush of happiness. The warmth of the moment wrapped around them like a cozy blanket.
As they stood on the porch, the night air filled with promise and quiet laughter, Hizashi knew that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.