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Shota didn’t know what to do when he wasn’t working. Which usually wasn’t a problem, since he worked a lot. Between his patrols and teaching and the work required behind the scenes for both of those, boredom wasn’t common. Except, apparently, today.
There had been a villain scare near UA. Usually, this wouldn’t disrupt operations at all. After all, there was no safer place in all of Japan than the fortress of a school, fully staffed with trained heroes. The issue with this villain is their quirk left a mist behind that couldn’t be cleared, no matter which hero’s quirk was considered. And the issue with the mist was that it caused airway blockage in all who breathed it in. Since the mist had drifted towards UA grounds, the school was closed down until they figured out how to clear it. And Shota was trapped at home, without that pile of essays he’d been meaning to grade or any patrols on his schedule. He’d tried to request more, just so he wouldn’t have to sit alone with his thoughts, but the Hero Commission denied him as their patrol schedules were already filled and it was actually dangerous to have too many heroes active at once. It was a bright red circled opportunity for villains. Apparently most other heroes had the same idea in requesting patrols.
His usual second option would be to sleep until things went back to normal. And he did. He took a whopping eighteen hour nap, but when he woke up, the mist was still hanging over UA. And he couldn’t sleep anymore without the use of anything that would qualify as substance abuse, strictly forbidden for heroes.
Shota finally gave up on staring at the ceiling, realizing there was no chance of just being able to sleep the days away. He was more rested than he’d ever been, since he could remember. He rolled out of bed and walked over to his small home gym. But his still sleep-addled brain completely rejected the idea on sight. He was rested, not energetic. He rarely even used the gym anymore. His real life hero experience was more than enough, and he didn’t have time on top of that. Walking away from the room (while lazily brainstorming other ideas of what to do with it) he stepped up to his shelf and browsed some of the books he’d bought on impulse despite knowing he’d never read them. Almost all of them were recommendations from his boyfriend.
Oh right. He had one of those.
What was Hizashi doing, anyway? Was he one of the lucky ones who managed to get patrols before the schedule filled up? Was he putting some extra work into ‘Put Your Hands Up’?
With nothing better to do, Shota checked his phone. 43 missed messages. All Hizashi, of course. Yeah, no way he was reading all of that. It was probably an assortment of song recommendations and random observations. Shota may have loved the blonde, but he hated texting him. The only reason he enjoyed his chattiness in real life was because of how much he liked his voice.
Shota left Hizashi on delivered (a bad habit, he knew, but Hizashi was used to it) and laid down on his bed and messed around on the internet. Taking those crappy personality quizzes teenagers (and Hizashi) loved, listening to a couple new songs (recommendations from Hizashi, from the playlist Hizashi made for him), and checking the news more than a few times for updates on the UA situation.
Then his doorbell rang. It took him a moment to process the fact that this was his doorbell and not just a weird part of this song, after all, he wouldn’t put that past his boyfriend, but after determining that it was in fact his doorbell he got up to check it. He realized vaguely halfway through that he had a terrible bedhead and was in possibly the rattiest clothes he owned, but didn’t care and opened the door anyway.
It was Hizashi, as he should’ve predicted. Nobody else ever visited him anyway.
“Shota! You’re alive!” Hizashi exclaimed, though there was a hint of frustration in his bright tone.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Shota sighed in monotone, stepping aside to let him in.
“You haven’t returned a single one of my texts in a full twenty one hours! On top of that, you didn’t even read them. I almost had a heart attack, buddy!” Even his smile was strained.
Oh boy, Shota thought. I’ve really fucked up now.
“I’m sorry, Hizashi. I was taking a nap.”
“For twenty one hours?? What on earth are you taking?”
“Nothing, just paying off a sleep debt. I only slept for eighteen hours.”
“Promise?” Hizashi’s voice still seemed unsure. Shota wasn’t sure whether to be flattered by his concern or offended at the accusation.
“I swear.”
“So… what did you do in the remaining three hours?”
“Nothing, I didn’t respond because…” Shota sighed. “I’m a terrible boyfriend and I don’t deserve you.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, babe,” Hizashi’s smile was slowly creeping back, though. “Though there is a way you could make it up to me.”
“And that would be?” The tension in his voice was palpable. Knowing Hizashi, this could be anything.
“I saw this really fun looking game. Basically, it’s an edited version of truth or dare. We’ll write out some questions and dares on popsicle sticks and put them in a cup. We’ll take turns drawing one blindly. If you refuse the dare, you get a strike. Three strikes and you lose.”
“Okay…” It wasn’t Shota’s type of game, but he knew Hizashi wouldn’t put too many things in there that would be far outside of his comfort zone. “What does the winner get?”
“If I win…. You have to go out with me this Friday. To a party. As my date. I don’t wanna be the person who has a partner and ends up going alone! If you win, though, I’ll skip the party and stay over with you and we can have a night in together. Sound fair?”
As much as Shota didn’t want to go to a party, a night in with Hizashi was very enticing. “Fine by me.”
“One more catch- I’m the only one writing on the popsicle sticks!”
“What?! That’s not fair! You can rig the entire game in your favor- I won’t stand a chance.”
“Oh, poor me! Neglected by my own boyfriend for almost an entire day! Left to wonder if he was even alive!”
Shota retrieved some popsicle sticks.
….
“Okay Sho! Are you ready to play?”
“I don’t feel like ‘no’ is really an option.”
Hizashi chuckled. “Right you are, my more-than-friend! I’ll draw first, and give you a question or dare, okay?”
Shota nodded while Hizashi twirled the popsicle sticks around in the mug, picking one up with his eyes closed. He smirked slightly before reading it out.
“Text a friend some of our sappy couple photos.”
Shota felt the blood drain from his face. “Now THAT is specifically tailored against me. You know Nemuri is my only friend aside from you! And there’s not a chance I’m sending her any of our photos. I’d never hear the end of it.”
“So… you pass?” Hizashi did little to hide the corners of his mouth slowly creeping upwards.
“I guess I do.”
“One strike! I was planning on saying that if you pass, I get to go again, but since I forgot, I’ll be nice and let you draw.”
“Are all the sticks rigged against me specifically?” Shota asked as he plunged his hand into the mug.
“No, not to that degree at least. I did want to be able to play at least a little,” Hizashi admitted as Shota picked a stick. Upon looking at it, he felt his cheeks heat up.
“Uhh… truth. How long did you like me before we got together?”
Hizashi grinned. “Oh, I was hoping I’d get to answer this one! I was attracted to you from the moment I saw you. Cute, shy little thing. Just my type of guy. Even when you turned out to be more prickly than you looked, it only made me fall for you more.”
Shota was fighting back a smile. As much as he wanted to maintain his unbothered appearance, Hizashi did things to him, almost like black magic. Getting him all flustered like this. Unbelievable. He wasn’t supposed to fall for sappy things like this, he-
Hizashi’s hand brushed over his cheek and Shota swore he fell in love all over again.
“Baaaby,” he cooed. “Earth to Shota. How’s my little space cadet?”
“Stop it,” Shota grumbled halfheartedly. “Okay. Your turn now. Just pick up a stick.”
Hizashi obliged, shaking his head affectionately. “Shota, you have to… try on my hero costume.”
Shota’s face fell. Tight, black leather all over, spikes, headphones so tight he was amazed at Hizashi’s lack of headaches, and not to mention his directional speaker? No way in hell. But was it really worth his second strike?
“Hizashi. You said the rest of them weren’t that bad.”
“I don’t know how I keep picking these ones! I didn’t mark them or anything, I swear! Trust me, after all the thought I put into the other ones, I don’t want the game to end this fast either.”
“Either way I’m not doing it.”
“Really? You’d take a strike over getting to wear your boyfriend’s clothes?”
“I’ll steal your comfy clothes. I’d rather go out with you this Friday than have to peel leather off of myself,” Shota grumbled. There was half a chance he’d regret saying that later, but in the moment, it sounded incredibly unappealing. Hopefully, Hizashi was honest about the rest of the sticks not being quite so bad.
“Ookay then,” Hizashi said, with a pleased expression at his progressive victory. “Your turn, Sho-baby.”
Shota pulled a popsicle stick out.
No. No way he has to say that out loud.
And god, there’s even less of a chance Hizashi will say no.
“Well?” Hizashi grinned. God, if he wasn’t so cute-
“You have to-” Shota swallowed, bracing himself. “You have to play the rest of the game bundled in a blanket in my arms.”
Then he preemptively activated his quirk, just in time to stifle an otherwise-deadly squeal from Hizashi.
“Yes, yes, YES, yes, oh a million times yes! I’ll go get a blanket, oh my god, be right back, I can’t believe you got that one…” Hizashi excitedly rambled, returning with a blanket wrapped around his torso, and promptly deposited himself in Shota’s lap.
“I was hoping for this,” he admitted, nuzzling into his grumpy boyfriend’s shoulder. Shota, abiding by the popsicle stick, wrapped his arms around Hizashi. He wasn’t upset about the result, not at all, he always loved Hizashi cuddles. It was having to say that sappy-ass line out loud that killed him internally.
Then he looked down at Hizashi’s face. Beaming, eyes closed in bliss, still nuzzling Shota with excitement and sheer unfiltered affection.
Maybe he should be sappy more often.
Hizashi pulled an arm out of his bundle to reach for a popsicle stick. The look on his face said that even if he lost the game, he’d be happy. In Shota’s eyes, this was going a little too well for him.
“Okay, Sho- you have a truth! What’s your favorite way to be told ‘I love you?’”
“My favorite way, hm.” He was thankful to have a question he wasn’t afraid to answer, though it did require some thought. “I guess… when you wash my hair. You know how tangled it gets after patrols and how much I hate taking care of it myself. So after a long patrol, instead of torturing my scalp, I get to get some rest while you condition it and comb it out. Always so gently. Plus, your fingers on my head just feel really good.”
Shota met Hizashi’s gleaming eyes and stupid grin. “That’s friggin adorable. You’re an acts of service guy, then. Not that it’s that difficult to figure that out, but good to know.”
“Yeah? What’s your love language? Quality time?” Shota inquired.
“Actually, it’s words of affirmation,” Hizashi admitted. “I remember exactly how I felt the first time you said ‘I love you’ to me. I remember almost every detail of that scene.”
“That’s… wow, Zashi.” So that’s why Hizashi liked hearing him be sappy so much. Shota would have to work on that.
Flustered, he grabbed a popsicle stick. “Hm, okay- recite my coffee order.”
“Ah, that’s easy- black, unless you’re in a really bad mood, then you like a single sugar cube in it, and whole milk. I wrote this one thinking you’d get it- mine’s a lot more complicated,” Hizashi explained.
“Wait, you pay attention to what kind of coffee I get depending on my mood?”
“Well, yeah! Memorizing coffee orders is like, Dating 101,” Hizashi chuckled softly, grabbing a new stick and settling into Shota’s embrace. Upon seeing it, he let out a much more menacing laugh. “Say, Shota… have you ever jacked off to me, and if so, what’s your favorite fantasy?”
“Guess I lose the game.”
“What? Really?! You’re passing?! You’d rather go to a party than admit to using your own boyfriend as material?!”
“I am not telling you one way or another about my habits in… that regard.”
“Why not? It’s not like we haven’t fucked before,” Hizashi pouted.
“And obviously I’ve… done that, but you don’t get to know my fantasies. I’m… not ready to go there yet.”
“Hmm… I guess it was kinda unfair to put sexual stuff on there. Boundaries and all. Why don’t we nullify this one?” Hizashi offered.
“Why do that? Don’t you want to win? That’s not very logical.”
“I’m having way more fun with this than I would at any party. I wanna keep playing!” He gave Shota a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“I guess I’ll lose no matter what. It’s not like you have any strikes yet,” he grumbled, though gave Hizashi a little squeeze nonetheless. “Why not torture myself further?”
“That’s the spirit! I’ll ask you another one, since that one doesn’t count,” the blonde grinned. “Okay- kiss your favorite part of my body!”
Hizashi glanced down at the button of his pants, then back up, wiggling his eyebrows.
Shota glared at him.
He did, then, move, softly placing his lips on Hizashi’s throat. A soft gasp escaped the blonde’s lips, Shota’s mouth gently moving, not hard enough to leave any marks, but with a clear desire to. When he was done, Hizashi’s face was bright red, and Shota’s finishing touch was a little peck to the forehead.
“Closest I could get to your voice. Never shut up. If your words were the last thing I heard, I’d die happy. And, of course, your brain, and your head, for making you the person you are.”
Shota didn’t think people could blush this hard in real life. Hizashi might as well have been an entire strawberry. He tried to play it off, voice shaky as he proclaimed, “Glad you don’t just like me for my dick.”
“Maybe I just didn’t feel like bending that far,” Shota teased.
“Nah, you don’t usually have any problem with bending,” Hizashi flirted forwardly, giving Shota’s jaw a playful kiss.
“Anyway, before we have sex right here on my living room floor, let’s finish playing this game,” Shota said, taking another popsicle stick. He was sad to see there was only one left, which he just chose. He was admittedly having a little fun with this. “It’s officially impossible for you to lose, but- you have to tell me something you love about me, that you’ve never said before, while holding a handstand.”
“Nooo… I’m too cozy,” Hizashi pouted, burying his face in the crook of Shota’s neck. “Pass. Not that it really matters. At the end of the game, you’ll have more strikes, so you’ll lose no matter what. Party time Friday!”
Shota groaned. “Wow, you break that news to me and refuse to tell me something you love about me? Now who’s the terrible boyfriend?”
“Fine… I’ll try to make the party bearable for you babe, I promise. And I suppose, if you begged for it, I could do that part of the dare,” Hizashi said, slipping in a sly grin.
“I am not begging,” Shota deadpanned.
“I feel so unloved!” Hizashi declared dramatically, placing a hand over his forehead. “But I’ll do it anyway. Because I’m way too nice to you. Shota… did you know you talk in your sleep?”
He felt the blood drain from his face.
“No. No I did not.”
“It’s not that often, but… every time you do, you pull me close, and mutter stuff- sometimes it’s nonsense, but it’s always really sweet nonsense. I’ve gotten more than a few ‘I love yous’ out of that. And then one time you got really upset because you thought I wouldn’t love you because you were a wizard, oddly enough. That was just as cute as it was funny.”
Shota’s head was spinning with this new information and all the whispered confessions he’d apparently shared with Hizashi. How could he go thirty years of his life before realizing he talked in his sleep? “And you didn’t say anything about this because….”
“I thought you’d be embarrassed! I mean, was I wrong?”
“No….”
Hizashi laughed, and gave Shota’s hair a little ruffle. “S’okay, baby. I like it. Love it, even! It’s so fucking cute, honest.”
“Doesn’t make it any better.”
“Hm… I know what’ll cheer you up. I’ve got one last challenge. If you accept this, you can win the game and get out of that party, okay?”
“... You have my attention.”
“Great! Be right back. Gotta go grab something,” Hizashi exclaimed, unfortunately unwrapping himself from the blanket and running over to his bag which he’d set by the door. He pulls something out, keeping it hidden behind his back. He runs back over to Shota, cheeks on fire.
God, what mischief he could be up to this time.
“Sho… obviously, I love you. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, a million times, until you get sick of hearing it and I’ll say it still. I just can’t keep quiet, and how could anyone as lucky as I am- as lucky to have the most gorgeous, breathtaking, heart-throbbing boyfriend as I do? I liked you from the moment I laid eyes on you and loved you from the moment I met you. I’ve never felt the way I do for you before, and could never imagine a life spent in anyone else’s arms. When you hold me I may as well be in heaven, because I’m completely engulfed by someone too good for this Earth. They say nobody’s perfect. I guess you must be nobody.”
Shota didn’t dare to allow himself to hope about where this was going.
“I make a living screaming at people. But you, Shota, you make me want to sing. You’re kind, and you’re strong, and you care so much it spills out of you, even when you don’t want it to. I love, completely and entirely, all of your little quirks, every single cell in your body right down to the spaces in between them. You’re so beautiful I can’t even begin to describe it, you always make me laugh, and on my most difficult days, nothing can lift my spirits the way even just a single ‘hello’ from you can. If I could wake up to you every morning, I don’t think that’s a high I could ever come down from. I wouldn’t even argue about spending nights in because nobody else who might be at a party matters when I could be spending time with you. I want to take care of you. I want to hold you so close that the world can’t lay its nasty hands on you, I want to shield you, and spoil you, and god knows all I want is to see you happy. But I’m a selfish bastard, and I want you to myself.”
There’s no other outcome.
Hizashi slowly lowered himself, placing one knee on the ground and keeping the other lifted. His eyes met Shota, a gaze so warm and hopeful it practically melted Shota’s soul right then and there. He finally removed his hands from behind his back, revealing a small red velvet box.
“Shota Aizawa, will you marry me?”
Shota Aizawa was not an emotional man. He was a being of pure logic. But he burst into tears right then and there, rushing over to Hizashi, lifting him up into a spine-crushing hug.
“Of course I fucking will, you fucking idiot, I-” He took in a shaky gasp. “I love you so fucking much….”
“I love you too, baby,” Hizashi laughed in relief, crying too, lifting his hand up to wipe away Shota’s tears. “What’re you crying for, I said I wanted you happy….”
Shota shook his head. “I am happy, dumbass…. I mean, I thought the whole ‘happiest man in the world’ thing was just a cliche but I don’t think anyone could be happier than I am right now….”
“I definitely am,” Hizashi teased, ruffling Shota’s hair.
They held each other, long and hard, giving each other sloppy, needy kisses. They couldn’t get enough of each other, savoring every taste, every accidental bump of teeth laughed off quickly before leading into another kiss. Hizashi’s hands traveled down Shota’s back, wrapping around his waist, pulling him in closer, as Shota wrapped his arms over his shoulders.
“Shit, Sho, the ring,” Hizashi remembered, reluctantly pulling away. He grabbed the box out of his pocket. He slipped a simple silver ring, with a small carved design of a cat paw print in the center, onto Shota’s left middle finger, signifying engagement. They technically hadn’t done a ceremony, but Hizashi knew that kind of thing wasn’t Shota’s style.
“Hizashi, that’s the cutest damn ring I’ve ever seen,” Shota grinned.
“Yeah, I figured it’d be more your speed than diamonds.”
“It’s perfect.” He gave Hizashi a quick kiss on the cheek as he put his own ring on.
They held each other for a moment, taking in each others’ warmth silently, now that the initial burst of energy had died down. Hizashi placed his arms around Shota’s waist, beginning to sway side to side. Shota looked at him, then repositioned his arms around his neck, swaying with him. Softly, Hizashi started to sing, a slow song he played on the radio sometimes, nothing special. From then on, however, it would hold new significance to the both of them.
And his voice was nothing short of melodic in Shota’s eyes. Eventually, Hizashi pulled him in closer, and he allowed his head to fall onto the blonde’s shoulder. He moved his mouth along his neck, feeling his muscles move and his throat vibrate as he sang. He wasn’t afraid to leave marks this time, after all, they were fiancés now. Hizashi was officially his to claim, as much as he wanted to. He could scream from the rooftops that it would be Hizashi who was the first to greet him in the morning and the last to wish him goodnight, forever and ever. Though maybe that was more Hizashi’s style. This was definitely more Shota’s speed.
Slowly, his kisses got more heated. Hizashi’s sweet voice caught in his throat more than once, and his hands on Shota’s waist began to wander a little bit lower.
“Zashi,” Shota teased into his neck. “Do you want something?”
“Hmm, maybe I do,” he flirted back, moving a hand up to root through Shota’s hair.
He stepped back slightly, gripping his hair to prevent his head from falling at the sudden movement. The sudden movement elicited a small noise from Shota, surprise mixed with perhaps a little something else.
Hizashi lowered his lips to press them to Shota’s ear. “Do you maybe want that too? Baby?”
God, the chills he got.
“What about it? Ready to show your fiancé some of those fantasies you were so stingy with earlier?”
His response was basically the same as it was to Hizashi’s proposal.
“Fuck yeah.”