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Hizashi was laying in his bed, hair down and messy. He was growing it out, but right now it was at an awkward in between stage, where it wanted to sit shaggy on his head, but the constant combing and teasing to make it stick straight up left it with cowlicks and fly aways he was never up for dealing with after a day of classes and training. Once it grew out and wouldn't stick up any more it would be worth it, he told himself, and either way it wasn't like anyone but him ever really saw it unstyled.
He ran his hand through it once more, he could feel a section near the back sticking up and sitting uncomfortably against his pillow, he rolled over to try and alleviate the odd sensation and caught a strip of light appearing and growing along his floor and up to the bed. He squinted into the light, wondering who would be up and opening his door at- quickly glancing at his alarm clock- eleven pm. Well after curfew.
The mystery didn't last long, as he lifted a hand to shield the hallway light from burning his eyes, he saw a backlit Oboro standing there in his pajamas, a pillow under his arm and a conspiratorial grin on half of his face.
"What are you doing? It's past curfew you'll get us in trouble," He said, his voice clear where others would get croaky or hoarse at night. His throat naturally kept itself more lubricated for his quirk, so dry throats from the night air never plagued him. Oboro steps inside and quietly guides the door back into it's frame, keeping the knob turned so it didn't click when he secured it.
"I couldn't sleep, wanted to talk to you." He says, the smile audible in his voice even with the hall light no longer illuminating it. Hizashi could tell he was nervous, he felt the fluttering in his own chest to match. There was really only one thing Oboro could want to talk about right now, his confession of sorts on the rooftop earlier that week.
They'd met up there like they did every other school day, Shouta was notably missing, having taken an early internship with some mysterious underground pro he wasn't allowed to tell his best friends about. They'd both figured he wouldn't have said much about it, permission granted or not. Oversharing not in their tight-lipped friends' nature. With Shouta gone though, it had apparently opened a door for Oboro that he'd been holding shut for a while. He'd sat beside Hizashi against the gate surrounding the roof's edge, their thighs pressed together and bento's balanced on their legs. He hadn't been eating much, mostly pushing the food around with this chopsticks, which tipped Hizashi off that there was something on his mind. By that time, halfway through the lunch period, Oboro is usually done stuffing his face and already moved on to stealing bites from his or Shouta's lunches.
Asking him what was wrong was the straw that broke the camels back, and a flood of confessions fell from his lips. Feelings that had been growing in him, confusing him, making him question his sexuality and past crushes, which had all ended in Hizashi spilling his bento when Oboro grabbed his face and kissed him.
Hizashi had known he was gay before that, but that really just cemented in him that his friend wasn't just an attractive guy he appreciated platonically, but he was an attractive guy he really wanted to kiss more, for the foreseeable future preferably.
But they hadn't really talked about it after the lunch bell rang and Hizashi had to scoop dirty rice back into his bento while Oboro laughed, face flushed and palms sweaty, acting like they weren't both having breakthroughs and awakenings while growing increasingly late for class.
Until now, they'd gone on as normal with the exception of lingering glances, fingers ghosting over lips to try and remember how they'd felt pressed against another pair, and deep blushes on two sets of cheeks when they'd find themselves sitting just as close as they always had, now with a new layer of context that made them jump apart and awkwardly laugh it off. Hizashi wasn't surprised to hear that Oboro couldn't sleep, he'd spent the past couple of nights similarly tossing and turning, wondering if he should make the next move or if that would just put pressure on Oboro who was still figuring out that he was attracted to dudes at all, let alone his best friend. He'd had many embarrassing dreams that he would never tell anyone about, that resulted in several early morning cold showers that left him shivering, and burning red at the same time. Highly inconvenient.
"Mind if I lay down?" Oboro broke the silence once more, and Hizashi realized he hadn't responded to his earlier words yet. He cleared his throat and nodded, though he doubted Oboro's eyes had adjusted well enough to the low light yet to even see.
"Yeah, sure dude," He tossed back the corner of his blankets, shifting to the side so he was pressed against the wall his bed was touching. Oboro shuffled over, kicking off a pair of slippers that are no doubt deep under Hizashi's bed now, before climbing in and settling under the sheets. The double bed comfortably held them both, but Hizashi could feel the chill of Oboro's feet against his legs, and the press of his shoulder against his. They stay quiet for a long few minutes, Oboro pushes the pillow he'd brought behind his own head and un-bunches his pajama shirt while Hizashi sits still, watching, hands tugging at the edge of his sheets as he waits for whatever's going to come out of Oboro's mouth. Whether it was the green light to explore that incredible, terrifying, electric pull under both of their skin when they were together, or that it had been a mistake for him to kiss Hizashi that day, and he wanted to stick to just being friends.
"So... I probably freaked you out the other day huh?" Oboro said, scratching the back of his hair as he sheepishly began the weighted talk. Hizashi's eyes darted to his face from where they'd been tracking the boys hands, watching them adjust the pillow and the sheets.
"What do'ya mean?"
"Well I kind of kissed you out of nowhere, that's not cool right? I probably should have asked for permission or something-"
"No!" Hizashi immediately cut him off when he saw the first hint of regret in Oboro's eyes. He couldn't stand the thought of him beating himself up over something so far from the truth, like he'd forced that kiss on Hizashi. If anything, he'd like him to force some more.
His exclamation had apparently been a bit too loud, as the wall of his dorm that connected to the next student's over rattled with a few annoyed knocks and a sleepy grumble to keep it down. Hizashi flushed and whispered an apology that his neighbour certainly couldn't hear- and Oboro burst out into those addictive, contagious laughs that made his body feel light.
He snorted and pressed a hand over his own mouth as Oboro shook his head and laughed into the crook of his elbow, shoulders shaking as he stifled the sound.
Hizashi's unflattering snort seemed to make Oboro laugh even harder, his head tilting back and knocking against the headboard.
They fell into fits of laughter and sqeaked out little sounds from stifling the noise of their amusement. After another knock from the wall- Hizashi scrambled pulled the comforter over both of them and tugged Oboro down to lay beneath the noise muffling cave of blankets, on their sides facing each other. Their cheeks were flushed from laughter, eyes straining in the dark to see from the few bit of dim light that made it under their shelter from creases in the blankets. Once they'd caught their breath, staring at one another, the atmosphere didn't seem quite as heavy.
"You didn't ask, but it was fine. I liked it," Hizashi found the courage to say in the way Oboro's hand was clutching the sleeve of his pajama shirt, a lingering touch from when they'd been squirming and grasping at each other through peals of untimely giggles.
"Me too," Came quickly after, their gazes were glued together in their little cavern of blankets, away from the rest of the world and the sleepless dorm neighbour who would most likely tell on them tomorrow for being together after hours. That didn't matter here, where their breaths mingled and their legs tangled together. Oboro's cold feet warming themselves against Hizashi's body.
"Yeah? So you're gay?"
Could have been a bit more eloquent, but no one ever said that almost midnight was prime word to mouth filter time for a lovesick sixteen year old.
"I don't know," Oboro shrugged, the blankets lifting a little when he did, giving him a momentary well lit view of Hizashi's flushed and grinning face before the comforter settled again.
"But I like you, at least."
Hizashi had to bite his lip to control the way he wanted to scream, or laugh, or squeal, or something at those words. He didn't know but there was definitely something brewing in his chest that hadn't been there before that was itching to get out. Oboro chuckled quietly, seeing and feeling the way Hizashi got almost instantly restless, his legs moving together like a cricket.
"Me too, that I like you- " He said, hushed and laced with stifled giddiness.
"Well that's good then,"
"Yeah,"
They stared at each other once more, this time there was no heavy tension or invisible threat hanging over their heads, just air that was growing thicker by the moment as they filled the blanket cave with their breath, but neither wanted to go back to the open air any time soon.
"Do you, want to date then?" Hizashi knew it was forward, probably too much so for two boys who had kissed once and hardly even knew what this attraction to each other was.
"Probably," Oboro spoke with an ease that spoke of knowing that he didn't need to rush into decisions or labels, because the pieces would fall where they were meant to and he had time to unravel this web, and find Hizashi and himself in the center, maybe dating, maybe not. It didn't matter to him right now, and that made Hizashi lose any lingering tension. They didn't need to rush this, didn't need the answers. They liked each other, and they were here together now, the future could bring what it would.
Hizashi pulled the sheets back enough for their heads to be uncovered once more, the air a bit too thick to comfortably breathe anymore, and wanting to see Oboro clearly in the dim light spilling in through the balcony's glass door.
No words needed to be exchanged when he brough his face a little closer to Oboro's their eyes tracked one another, flitting between eyes and lips and hands that didn't know where to go. It didn't matter, in the end, they shut their eyes and their noses pressed together as they kissed, laying on their sides and smooshed against pillows. It was messy and unpracticed, their lips made an awkward wet noise when they pulled them apart to readjust, making Hizashi let out a laugh that was really just a heavy breath against Oboro's lips. Before they tried once more, Oboro slipped his hands between Hizashi's cheek and the pillow, allowing their mouths to fit together a little more seamlessly.
When they opened their eyes once more, they were panting slightly, flushed to the tips of their ears, and holding onto each other from which ever vantage point their inexperienced hands had clung onto. Hizashi's curled into the front of his shirt, brushing against his collarbone. Oboro's on his cheek, and the other just a bit too high to be around his waist, feeling his rabbiting heart against his ribs.
"Want to spend the night?" Hizashi asked in a low whisper, not ready to lose the warmth in his bed just yet, they didn't have to kiss, didn't have to talk about it, he just knew he was meant to have this night with Oboro.
"Yeah, we'll get in crap with Sensei either way, might was well make the most of it," He whispered back, wriggling his hand free from under Hizashi's cheek and lifting it to the other side of his face not trapped against the pillow. He let his fingers trail over the blonde's flushed cheek bone and up behind his ear, lips twitching into a smirk when he ran his fingers through Hizashi's hair and the strands popped back up like they were spring loaded.
"You're hair's crazy," Oboro's voice wavered between a whisper and a laugh.
"Says you," Hizashi poked the other boys side in retaliation, grinning like a child when Oboro jolted and snatched up his wrist. He knew just how ticklish his friend was, especially around his ribs.
"Careful, we'll get a real noise complaint if you try that,"
Hizashi wished he could swivel his head completely around like an owl to hide the way his face no doubt lit up bright red at Oboro's words, and the way they were spoken in a low whisper with his hand wrapped around Hizashi's wrist, pressing his hand against the mattress. Oboro had to press his face into his pillow to muffle his laugh, the bed shaking under them when he'd picked up on the direction his friends' mind had taken that.
"Shut up," Hizashi grumbled, but he didn't stop smiling. Oboro laughing and existing here in his bed felt so right, that no teasing or embarrassing revelations about himself could dampen the mood.
"You've got a dirty mind man,"
"Shut up, go to sleep-" Hizashi press the pillow back up against Oboro's face when he lifted his head to speak, the blue haired boy slapped his hand away and rolled his eyes, fond.
"Fine, but come here. If I'm spending the night you have to keep me warm." He grinned and shifted closer. The two of them were no strangers to casual contact, pressed together more often than not when they were together, studying or eating or whatnot, they'd usually had one point of contact, consciously or not. They tried to get Shouta in on the friendly touch, he was averse to it most of the time, but both boys could tell he needed it sometimes, even if he scoffed and rolled his eyes the whole time.
Despite their usual ease with touch, cuddling in bed was another thing entirely, apparently it was it's own science. The bed creaked as they tried to form themselves into a cohesive position. If Hizashi tried to wrap his arms around Oboro's waist, he'd jerk and squirm, ticklish and unable to settle in that position. The he'd tried just guiding Hizashi's head onto his chest, but the blonde didn't like the way it trapped his own arm under him and Oboro didn't like being tickled by Hizashi's blonde birds nest.
Eventually, after tossing and turning, they'd settled with spooning, Hizashi against Oboro's chest and the taller boy's arms around his waist. It was warm, they were close without stifling each other or prodding at Oboro's ticklish spots. Hizashi got to feel Oboro's heart beating against his back, and their legs tangled together comfortably. There was nothing quite comparable to the feeling that followed in the silence of the room, it felt almost like when you were drifting between awake and asleep, and someone you loved would scoop you up from where you were and bring you to where you were meant to be. Safe, warm, connected, loved.
While they were maybe, kind of, probably not really dating, they both knew there was something there, and that was enough. They had all the time in the world to spend together, after all.