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Shouta never really liked public affection, or much affection at all, really. He always preferred small, chaste kisses in the privacy of his house. Just him and Hizashi sitting next to each other holding hands watching a movie, maybe with Oboro around. He always knew he wanted to be an underground hero just from his desire to keep his private life well.. private. And Hizashi respected that. Of course, Hizashi would love to turn his quirk to the max and tell the world about his love for Shouta, but he didn't want to make his boyfriend uncomfortable. But that changed for both of them one fated day. The day Oboro died. Soon enough the private movie nights just being in each other's presence turned into quiet cuddle sessions of them seeking each other's comfort, wanting to remember they atleast had one another. They held hands more in public, and they didn't get any teasing or snickers because.. well, by the time anyone had the heart to they were all used to the arrangement and wouldn't think to tease about it. Hiazshi could tell when Shouta was particularly sad and would hug him, kiss his cheek and tell him that they'd be okay. Shouta could tell when seeing something like a particularly fluffy cloud or a ginger cat sent Hizashi into a sad spiral and would take his hand, kiss it gently and rest his head on the other boys shoulder. And it was just like that, that was the normal, they still kept their relationship and wedding private from the media, "vultures" Shouta would call them. And whenever the anniversary of Oboro's death rolled around, they'd sit together at his shrine, and comfort each other silently.