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Hizashi loves his job, all of them, believe him. He loves being a hero and a DJ with his own radio show, his dream finally coming true after years of hard work. He loves it all: his fans, his wonderful colleagues carefully picked out by his own hand, punching villains in their faces and sitting in his comfy chair in his radio station, talking to his fans.
Key words are ‘sitting’, ‘in his radio station’ and ‘comfy’. Nothing about the current situation was comfy. It was a bit before midnight December 31th and it was bloody cold! Hizashi was wearing his usual hero costume, a turtleneck under his leather jacket, which did not really help at all. His hair was up in his typical style and he was really thankful for his headphones, somewhat keeping his ears warm, while his directional speaker was left at home, since he was not actually on his hero duty and that thing was heavy and cold. His leather pants were too tight to put anything underneath and his jacket was too short to even cover his freezing ass.
Hizashi spat out something as an answer, smiling so hard, he could feel cracks on his frozen lips, but it was important to keep an appearance and make a great impression. You see, Hizashi, or better said, Present Mic was invited by the news TV-channel to be a special guest on the New Year episode, talking about.. well, holidays and stuff. It was nothing amazing, really, they asked him questions, he answered, keeping the mood of the show light and breezy, making jokes. And it wasn’t even that bad, Hizashi actually liked the reporter, she was nice and polite, but she was wearing a heavy puffy jacket, while he was freezing his ass off!
It was their last clip, so after wishing everyone a Happy New Year, they were finally free. Well, almost. Hizashi was supposed to wait until the crew was done with everything, because the boss, or whoever, wanted to chat with him afterwards. It was okay. Hizashi needed to be on their good side, since he was a hero. Plus, at 25 years old, just starting his own radio career, he needed all the support and positive connections in the media he could get. His frozen fingers will be fine.
Or not. Half an hour later, Hizashi finally got permission to go, he was shaking like a leaf on the very windy day. His fingers weren’t moving too much, so he barely handled texting Shouta.
Me
>> Ghotta be hime in twn minites’
After trying to redact the message for a minute, Hizashi gave up, pushing his phone in his pocket and deeply regretting walking here. He didn’t take the car, so he didn't have to find a parking space in the middle of the city and now he couldn't even use a heater. His boots squeaked with a snowy path, but Hizashi couldn’t feel his toes anymore, walking by the pure power of his manliness, or whatever was pushing him home right now.
Some time later, probably more than the ten minutes he promised Shouta, he finally stopped in front of the door, using his forehead to ring the doorbell. When the apartment is opened, Shouta tugs him inside and closes the door, before pushing a mug to his face.
“Here. Drink this, but be careful, it’s hot. Don’t spill it.” Hizashi lifts a shaking hand to take the mug, but Shouta gently pushes it away. “Drink from me, the mug is hot, you will get burned.”
Hot chocolate easily slips in his throat through cracked lips and Hizashi greedily finishes the whole mug, feeling his brain and mouth unfreeze a little bit.
“God, I love you.” His voice is deep and a bit scratchy when he talks.
“Are you talking to me or hot chocolate?”
“Mhm.”
Shouta snorts a laugh at that, crouching down to take off Hizashi’s shoes and socks, before leading the man into the living room. There is a pile of clothes and blankets on the sofa, Hizashi’s thermo cup on a table and a plate with steaming hot food, covered up so it will keep warm.
“I love you so much, Shouta.”
“I know.”
Shouta turns him around, so they are facing each other and removes his clothes one by one. His headphones are going on the table, leather jacket making noises of protest as it’s taken off. Shouta pushes down his pants, lowering Hizashi on the sofa and tugging them off.
“Ass up.”
“Sorry, babe, I’m really not in the mood today.” Hizashi puts his hips up, so Shouta can tug his underwear off, going for his turtleneck next. His husband's hands are travelling down his body, not even closely sexual, checking the stiffness and how frozen his body parts are.
Shouta exhales, Hizashi following his movements with tired eyes. Shouta gets him dressed again, the clothes warm and soft on his skin, but the best part is when his husband tugs him on his lap, sitting face to face.
“God, you are so warm, I love you.” Hizashi ducks his head, hiding his cold nose in the hot neck, which causes Shouta to jerk and curse under his nose.
“You are lucky that I love you too.”
Shouta takes Hizashi’s frozen fingers, tucking them under his armpits, covered by the soft old sweater. Next, he takes his ankles, tucking his frozen feet in between his own thighs, sending warm shivers through Hizashi’s body. There is a blanket thrown over Hizashi’s shoulders and he sighs deeply, nose still tucked into Shouta’s neck.
“I am so lucky, Sho. Thank you.” Hiz heart is filled with warmth, even if his fingers are still icy cold. He would spend a day outside in this weather, if it meant he could come back to Shouta. His Shouta, a loving and caring person, who doesn’t like getting out of the bed in winter, but who lets Hizashi tuck his icy nose in his neck. God, if his love for Shouta could heat him up, Hizashi would never be cold again.
“Next time, put heating pads in your shoes and pockets. And, for the love of god, change your pants to the winter version. Why don’t you have warmer leather pants?”
“I always forget to get them and by the time it comes around, the winter is over.” Hizashi gently presses his lips to Shouta’s neck in apology. “I will get them this weekend. Promise.”
Shouta sighs, but lets it go. His warm hand gets under the sweater, rubbing warm circles into the cold pale skin. They sit in comfortable silence, gentle kisses pressing to Hizashi’s ears and hearing aids come off too.
Everything is quiet. Hizashi can feel Shouta’s hands and his warm chest lifting up with calm breathing. Hizashi’s heart, slowing down with time, takes the same rhythm as Shouta’s, beating in unison. There is movement that Hizashi can’t hear, but he feels Shouta taking his fingers and pushing them between their chests. Shouta breathes out warm air on his fingers, kissing them next and meeting Hizashi eyes.
Hizashi feels his breath hitch, like he is a teenager again, falling in love with his best friend. Like the first time Shouta smiled at him, like the first time they kissed, the first time Shouta fingerspelled his name.
“Happy New Year, Zashi.” Shouta’s lips move, slowly and clearly in Hizashi’s view, his chest vibrating with every word.
“Happy New Year, Sho.” He softly whispers in Shouta’s lips, connecting in a gentle kiss.
Hizashi knows he will spend this year with his heart full of love, warming him up on cold winter days. And the next year. And the year after that.