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It’s Christmas Eve and Shouta is bored. All of the students went back to their houses for Christmas, leaving the dorms empty and his colleagues were busy doing.. Whatever they were doing. Even Shinsou is spending three days with Kirishima, which makes Shouta feel a bit pathetic, since it’s his first Christmas alone in the last fifteen years or so. Yamada was away for the last week for some secret mission and Shouta was bedrotting and slowly going through his students homeworks. Bedrotting was not exactly the right word, since he was lying underneath the kotatsu and eating his second bowl of tangerines. He could have gone to Hizashi’s parents for christmas days, but he didn’t want to be a third wheel, hanging out on the sofa, watching Naomi and Yoshiko flirt with each other through sign language. This was very awkward, like catching his own parents kissing, but worse. His own dad was out of the country and his mom was working, so it was a no go too.
“Goddamn, Kaminari, what even is this word?” Shouta grumbled to himself, using too much ink to fix mistakes in Kaminari’s homework.
Thinking about it, when did he turn into a person, who feels lonely spending Christmas by himself. It was a stupid and rhetorical question, because he knew exactly when. He was pretty used to spending holidays by himself, while his parents were working and he was fine with it, but when he went to UA, he never spent holidays alone anymore. Hizashi was always there. Christmas, New year, birthday, you name it, holidays were filled with his loud blond husband. And now Shouta was suddenly struggling by himself.
At the end of the day it was all Yamada’s fault.
Shouta grumbles, pushing away his student’s homework and buries himself under a cozy little table, feet sticking out on the other side, before he puts them back under the blanket. Maybe he shouldn't have let Eri spend Christman with Togata, but she was so excited, he couldn’t refuse. Shouta peels the next tangerine, pushing the whole thing in his mouth and taking his phone. Last message from Hizashi was two days ago, telling him that he will be offline for a while. Shouta was a bit nervous, but nothing major was on the news and Hizashi’s agency or hospital would have contacted him in case something bad happened. Still, no contact thing made him anxious and he was stress eating tangerines for two days straight.
He sighs loudly, rolling onto his back and looking at his opened messages with Hizashi.
Me
>> How's the mission going?
Hizashi’s phone was on silent on every mission, so Shouta may as well spam his husband, while he is bored.
Me
>> I blame you.
>> I was completely fine before, spending holidays alone and shit.
>> Take responsibility.
>> That’s all your fault.
Shouta sighs for the tenth time and pouts at his phone, scratching the back of his head on the floor and looking at ‘delivered’ under his messages.
Me
>> I miss your ugly mug, come back home.
>> You better be alright, or I will kick your ass.
>> h0he8dfnveg
>> Phone fell down on my face, sorry.
>> Why am I explaining, like you’re gonna read it.
Shouta rubs his red nose and sits up, still looking at his phone, when Shadow finds a nice place on the table in front of him, curling into a cute dark ball of fur. Shouta huffs, taking a photo and sending it to Shinsou and then going back to his chat with Hizashi. He blinks a couple of times, but he clearly sees ‘read’ under his messages now. Hizashi never leaves him on read.
Me
>> You okay?
There is a sound of the door opening and Shouta gets up as quickly as possible, finding Hizashi in the hallway and staring at him with an open mouth. His husband’s face is red with cold and his hair is down, covering a part of the cheek with a fresh stitched cut, but otherwise he doesn’t look injured. His leather jacket is half open and he has a weird expression on his face, red eyes hidden behind orange glasses.
“Hiza..”
“God, you are so pretty, Sho.” Hizashi says breathlessly, the tone sending shivers down Shouta’s spine and blood to his cheeks. He frowns and Hizashi giggles, losing his boots and coming closer to wrap his arms around Shouta and connect his lips. Hizashi tastes like fresh icy wind, but Shouta feels himself melting, taking his husband's cold cheeks in his palms, carefully avoiding stitches. Their kiss is broken, when Shouta flinches violently, because Hizashi’s ice cold hands are under his sweater, touching his ribs.
“Oh, fuck no!” Shouta almost falls back with how quickly he separates himself from Hizashi, shivering and looking at him with a betrayed look on his face.
“C’mon, Sho, I am soooo cold, you promised in your vows to be with me through good and bad!”
“I didn’t say shit about being your heater, when you are so goddamn cold. Stay back!” Shouta points a finger at Hizashi, when he tries to come closer, keeping them at a distance. “You are going in the bathroom and not touching me until you are at a normal temperature.” He puts his finger down, glaring at Hizashi. “You are okay, right? Only that thing on your cheek?”
“Yeah, yeah, I am fine. Can you at least help me get undressed?” Shouta lifts his eyebrow in question. “My fingers are stiff and I can’t take off all that leather like that. I promise, I won’t touch you.”
Hizashi slowly shortens the distance and puts his hands to the sides, wiggling his long fingers in the air. Shouta keeps a close eye on him, but gives up, taking off leather jacket, shirt and undershirt first, pointing out a few bruises on Hizashi’s ribs and stomach.
“Nothing serious, just bruises, love. Promise.”
He sighs, carefully stroking cold pale skin with his thumb, leaning down to gently kiss one of the bruises. Shouta feels Hizashi’s lungs expand and vibrate in a small laugh under his lips, before he leans away.
“Your stubble is all tickly.” Shouta huffs to that, tugging on Hizashi’s belt and somehow getting rid of his tight leather pants with the power of Christmas spirit.
“Now get going. You are not welcome in the bed, if you are not hot.”
“Take off my underwear and I will show you how hot I.. Ouch!” Hizashi pouts when Shouta spins him around and sends him into the bathroom with a very effective slap to his ass. “Okay, I am going!”
Shouta rolls his eyes, picking up leather clothes from the floor and cleaning up a little bit, before he finds his way to the bed. It’s late and with Hizashi back home, his anxious thoughts calm down, leaving him tired.
He just warmed up on his heating sheet and with two blankets on top, when they are lifted and Hizashi snuggles next to him.
“Oh good lord.” Hizashi is probably happy to have a heated sheet under his exhausted muscles and Shouta softly smiles, not opening his eyes. “Merry Christmas, Sho. I love you.”
“Mhm.” Shouta is too lazy and cozy to open his mouth, but he snuggles closer to Hizashi, knowing he doesn’t need to say anything. They fit together like puzzle pieces and Shouta feels a soft kiss to his hair before he falls asleep.
It was all Hizashi’s fault, but Shouta wouldn’t have it any other way.