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The life of a taken high school boy was suiting Hizashi just fine. He loved being Shouta’s boyfriend, laying with him on Shouta’s bed while watching anime on his laptop, and sometimes… kissing.
The last one still made Hizashi blush. They’d been dating for three months now and almost two months in, they had their first chaste kiss after an arcade date. It was everything Hizashi could’ve dreamt of. They were in their favourite park, surrounded by the pink hydrangeas, and the love and happiness Hizashi felt as their lips brushed together was inexplicable. Shouta’s lips were warm and soft despite being slightly chapped from being bitten on while he was focusing (with Hizashi’s new permission to be very tactile, he started tapping Shouta’s lip every time he was doing it because it wasn't a good habit! Regardless how cute it was.
Even that small change in their relationship was making Hizashi giddy).
It progressed since then, of course, with them occasionally kissing on the bed, though their makeout sessions could hardly be qualified as making out and had yet to steer toward something more intense past gentle pecks. Shouta didn’t really seem interested in doing more, perfectly content with their chaste kisses and Hizashi didn’t want to push and make Shouta uncomfortable. He was also mildly worried he’d have troubles stopping if they started anything/
Ok, yes, Hizashi had thought about putting his mouth to good use on Shouta’s dick but it was followed by burning face and hiding under a pillow. He only hoped he would be able to play it cool when it finally happened. Because it would! Definitely! …at some point in the undetermined future.
As awesome as things were in private, Shouta wasn’t too affectionate in public, barely accepting as much as holding hands at school. He wasn’t too verbally affectionate either; while Hizashi didn’t doubt his feelings for a moment, he didn’t really…
Nah, he was good!
It was the last day of finals of the first term in their third year and Hizashi was absolutely exhausted. The workload for both heroic and non-heroic subjects increased dramatically and they were all wrung out. Him, Shouta, Oboro and Tensei were spending every day at either Shouta’s or Oboro’s place to study. And study they did! They also complained about Nemuri for having the audacity to have already graduated. Oboro of course tried to defend his girlfriend’s honour, initially, but after a third late night studying hero law and its applicability, he was cursing her name, too.
It was all over now, though. Exams written, practicals passed with flying colours, his birthday the next day, and all they had to do was dress up for a party Tensei was throwing for both third year hero course classes, as well for their significant others (because Oboro would throw a fit if he couldn’t bring Nemuri). So now Hizashi was standing in his bedroom in front of his bed, looking at the clothes laid out, and trying to pick something out.
After humming and hawing for a good ten minutes, he finally picked black skinny shorts with low waist and frayed hem, forest green one shoulder shirt with loose fit, artfully ripped at the bottom. Paired with two thick leather bracelets with spikes and some smaller, beaded ones, and he was ready to rock’n’roll. He knew Shouta didn’t really care about his appearance but hey! A guy can want to show off anyway, even if he was taken.
He took so long getting ready that he actually got quite late to Tensei’s house, the party already in full swing. On his way to the Iida mansion, he replied to all the worried messages from his friends in the groupchat, demanding to know where the hell he was.
And then there were messages from Shouta in the private convo.
Love of my life
>Zashi?
>Where are you?? Everything alright?
>missed call
>Hizashi, come on
>:(((
Hizashi frowned seeing the last message. Despite being way more expressive over text than in their first year, Shouta still rarely used emojis, as he deemed them too much of a bother and a waste of time when his text could convey his message just as well.
(It really couldn’t, sometimes, but it was work in progress.)
Using old school emoji? Now that was odd.
Hizashi nearly jumped off the train on the station closest to Tensei’s house and sprinted there, eager to finally party and relax with his friends and classmates.
And perhaps. To get that midnight birthday kiss from his boyfriend.
He opened the door of the mansion with a flourish, like he was the main guest of the party and everybody was waiting for him. A couple people standing near genkan looked at him and snickered goodnaturedly as he shot them finger guns while toeing off his shoes.
“Yo, Yamada. Your boyfriend’s been missing you,” Kaname from 3-B laughed as he threw his arm over Hizashi’s shoulder. “I think he’s in the living room with Shirakumo and Kayama.”
“Kaname, my man! May your goodness be rewarded with some cushy sidekick position after we graduate!” Hizashi replied with a grin as he slid from under the arm over him and Kaname squawked.
“I’m going solo, man, you know that!”
Hizashi snickered and left the boy alone, too busy looking for his friends. It was weird that Kaname mentioned anything. Did Shouta say something? That’d be weird. Or maybe Kaname was just teasing him for being later than Shouta? The fact they were dating was no secret at school.
“Hicchan.”
Shouta’s voice pulled him from his thoughts and Hizashi smiled as he spotted his boyfriend on the couch where they spent the last two weeks studying. He was pouting.
“Shouchan~!” Hizashi singsonged and plopped himself down next to him. “Did my baby miss meeeee,” he teased and was shocked when Shouta nodded and scooted closer, their thighs now touching.
“Where were you,” Shouta demanded, his eyes slightly glassy. Hizashi frowned and looked down at half-empty glass in Shouta’s hand and then to Oboro who was sitting in the armchair next to them and was, apparently, laughing his ass off.
“Don’t blame me!” Oboro protested immediately when he noticed Hizashi’s glare, hands waving in front of him. “Some chicks from 3-B decided to bring booze and they offered us some too.”
Hizashi kept looking at him, an eyebrow raised and arm instinctively raising to protectively curl around Shouta who immediately nuzzled into Hizashi’s neck. The action made his poor little gay heart flutter in his ribcage and his mouth went dry.
“Well, I spat it out immediately, this shit’s gross. But our boo had no such qualms, as you can see,” Oboro grinned.
“How much did he drink?” Hizashi asked cautiously, taking the glass out of Shouta’s hand after he jostled it enough for the drink to slosh dangerously.
Oboro shrugged. “Idk man, I think that’s his first. Apparently, Shouta’s a real lightweight."
Hizashi sighed and looked down at Shouta, still attached to his shoulder, and petted his hair. Shouta was looking up at him with big glassy eyes and Hizashi smiled. He really wanted to have some fun tonight, chat up with people and dance, but could he leave Shouta like this?
Suddenly, Shouta stirred in his embrace and lifted his head; next thing, Hizashi felt a puff of hot air against his ear.
“You’re so pretty, Zashi,” Shouta murmured and Hizashi’s brain shortcircuited. Shouta… thought he was pretty???
Sure. He knew Shouta liked him. He appreciated how skilled a hero he was, and Hizashi assumed Shouta somewhat liked how he looked given that, you know. They were dating. But at no point Shouta mentioned anything specific, like if he liked Hizashi’s sense of humour, or his music taste, or his impeccable gif-reaction skills.
Sure as hell he never said anything about finding Hizashi pretty.
His face was on fire.
“You’re drunk, Shouchan,” Hizashi giggled nervously and gently pushed Shouta away by the shoulder. He needed to calmly assess the situation and make some choices. He didn’t want his boyfriend puking his guts out! Would he puke after one drink? Well, Hizashi didn’t want to find out!
“Mmm, maybe,” Shouta nodded as he willingly went with Hizashi’s movements. “But you’re still pretty.”
What the hell.
“I-” Hizashi stuttered. “I’m gonna grab a drink. And water for Shouta. Watch him,” he ordered Oboro, who was watching them with an amused glint in his eyes, and he left for the kitchen.
“Don’t get lost~” Oboro yelled behind him.
Hizashi huffed but didn’t respond as he started weaving between other guests, stopping here and there to say hi and to chat with some of his classmates. They rarely had time to hang out as two classes and there were some people from 3-B Hizashi really liked! Some of them had partners who had already graduated, too, and brought them to the party, meaning Hizashi could use the opportunity to network with his senpais who were already in the business.
No, Nemuri didn’t count. If Hizashi wanted to go into radio business, he couldn’t really be associated with someone who was already causing scenes for their non-existent hero costume, sorry Oboro.
He was standing in the back, in the tatami room, with Tensei and Akabe where he somehow ended before even managing to get that drink, when he felt an arm slipping around his waist. He jerked and looked to the side, where he was greeted by a mop of fluffy black hair. Shouta was standing slightly behind him, his body a pleasant pressure on Hizashi’s back, and Shouta’s arm keeping him close to his boyfriend. Shouta seemed more sober but… he was still way more touchy than he’d ever allow himself among people, which was concerning for Hizashi.
“Hi, baby,” Hizashi smiled and tried to relax into the touch, so foreign yet so welcome.
“Aizawa!” Akabe greeted his boyfriend. “We were just talking about Hizashi’s performance during sports festival and how great his DJing was. He really has improved since first year, hasn’t he?”
Uhuh. Hizashi felt Shouta’s grip on his waist tightening when Akabe used his first name, which never happened before, and Shouta grit his teeth before responding.
“Of course it was great. Zashi is super talented and very hard working,” he said sternly but otherwise undisturbed, as if he hadn’t spoken more words to Akabe in one go than in the past three months.
Akabe and Tensei’s jaws dropped and Hizashi knew he was getting red like a tomato. He couldn’t deny though, hearing Shouta complimenting him so openly was making him warm inside.
“Come on,” Shouta whispered right into his ear, his lips brushing against the Helix piercing Hizashi got a year before, and nearly sending Hizashi into cardiac arrest. He gently tugged him towards the hall and Hizashi went willingly albeit wobbly, his legs like jelly.
He was in such a daze he barely noticed Shouta led them back to the living room, where Oboro was keeping the couch reserved for them. And reserved, in this instance, meant that Oboro was sprawled over the armchair, Nemuri sitting in his lap, giggling as she sipped her drink from a tall glass, and a very thick cloud was placed over the couch, making it impossible for anyone to sit down. A couple of other students were glaring at Oboro, who was busy pressing kisses to Nemur’s bare shoulder thanks to her purple spaghetti strap top.
“Ah, you found him!” Oboro grinned as he spotted them coming over. He made sure they were close enough before dissipating his cloud so they could sit down.
“Of course he did,” Hizashi responded, smiling from ear to ear as they sat down on the couch. A major disadvantage of Oboro’s cloud was the humidity it kept leaving behind and he just knew that if he got up, his shorts would be wet.
“Oh good, Shouchan was getting antsy you were gone so long,” Nemuri giggled and leaned into Oboro’s chest. Oboro immediately put an arm around his middle
Hizashi spluttered. “No he wasn’t????” He hissed, much to his friends’ amusement but he was immediately distracted.
By a hand.
On his knee.
Shouta’s hand on his knee.
“Shouta?” Hizashi squeaked while his boyfriend’s fingers started tracing patterns on his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Hizashi was sure his face was on fire.
“You look so hot today,” Shouta murmured and Hizashi only heard because Shouta’s lips were just below his ear, almost caressing his neck. “Well, you always look hot,” Shouta corrected himself and Hizashi was sure he was about to faint, he felt so dizzy.
Shouta?? Thought he was hot?? Like, yeah he knew Shouta liked him enough to date him but he never assumed… something as superficial as his looks played into it. Sure, he could and had waxed poetics about Shouta’s soft hair, sleepy handsome face and muscular body for hours, and he hadn’t hesitated to compliment Shouta either, especially since their first date. Yet Shouta never said anything nor really seemed keen to level up their PG-rated kisses… honestly, Hizashi sometimes wondered if Shouta wasn’t on an ace spectrum. Which was totally fine, and he’d be super duper respectful and didn’t mind at all! He hadn’t brought it up yet but the current situation was escalating rapidly towards pointing NO on the “Is Shouta ace?” scale.
Hizashi shot an alarmed look to Oboro and Nemuri, who were just watching with wide grins. Why weren’t they concerned?! Shouta had never done anything like this…
Not that Hizashi hated it, ok? Shouta’s touch on his naked skin was absolutely amazing and if they weren’t surrounded by so many people Hizashi would absolutely melt into that touch and let Shouta have his way with him.
“How is your hair always so soft,” Shouta whispered, his other hand suddenly around Hizashi’s shoulders and fingers dipping into Hizashi’s meticulous ‘do. “It makes you look so pretty, you know? I’m so glad you sit behind me in class, or I would probably keep staring at you the entire time.”
Hizashi took a steadying breath and closed his eyes, trying to take in all the revelations that just kept happening.
So Shouta thought he was hot.
Oh god, Shouta found him attractive, and Shouta was currently kissing his neck, and…
“I really want to bend you over the table and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Hizashi squealed at a frequency that was probably not in human hearing range and his face was so hot it would burn him if he touched his cheek.
Shouta was drunk. He needed to put a stop to it asap.
“Shouta, buddy…” He tried to untangle from the arm around his shoulders and put some space between them. “I think you had enough to drink.”
Shouta let himself be pushed away but pouted, his eyes filled to the brim with disappointment and worry.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked quietly and Hizashi shook his head, relief flooding him.
“No… but I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly, cupping Shouta’s cheek. “You need to drink some water, ok?”
“I’ll handle it,” Oboro announced as he pocketed his phone, mischievous glint in his eyes. He grabbed Shouta by his collar and lifted him without any effort like a misbehaving kitten. Shouta grumbled but when Oboro put him down, he let him guide himself to the kitchen, leaving Hizashi absolutely flabbergasted and confused, and, for some reason, hurt.
“Come on, Zashi,” Nemuri said cheerily. “You gotta enjoy yourself too.”
She patted him on the arm and helped him to his feet. She quickly fixed his hair that Shouta mussed with his fingers, and clapped him on his ass as he pushed him towards a group of their classmates.
It took some time for the lingering tension to leave Hizashi’s body but soon enough he was joking around with some other guests and teasing Tensei about Tenya’s speed and how he’d soon be the heir apparent to the Ingenium title instead of his friend. Tensei was too smitten with his little brother to seem to actually mind, instead agreeing with Hizashi with an excited nod. Pfff, where was the fun in that.
Hizashi kept glancing around to see if Shouta and Oboro were back yet but it seemed his boyfriend and best friend were totally MIA for the time being. He really hoped Shouta was ok. Nemuri was on the couch, talking with some of her former kouhai, sipping her drink and occasionally looking at Hizashi and sending him a reassuring smile.
His thoughts kept straying back to what happened over the past hour. Did Shouta really find him that attractive? Liked him this much? Wanted… wanted… to fuck him?
Oh God, the blush was back in full force, Hizashi could feel it down his neck.
He was about to go looking for them when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned his head to see Oboro standing behind him, Shouta nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s Shouta?” Hizashi asked, a frown on his face.
Oboro grinned. “Go to Tensei’s room,” he said and immediately left to stand by Nemuri.
Hizashi stood there for a beat, looking at his bestie puzzled but eventually his worry for Shouta won over and he left the living room to go upstairs.
“Shou?” He asked cautiously as he opened the door. The lamp on the nightstand was on, its dim light giving an ambient atmosphere and spreading warm glow on plum satin covers on the bed…
On which Shouta was sitting, carefully watching Hizashi.
“Hi, Zashi,” Shouta said quietly as he stood up. Worldlessly, he reached out his hand towards Hizashi, palms up – an invitation. Hizashi swallowed seeing his intense gaze, focused entirely on himself but came up closer and gingerly put his hand in Shouta’s.
“What’s this all about?” He asked quietly, staring into Shouta’s eyes, unable to look away.
A small blush crept on Shouta’s cheeks.
“I, um…”
He tugged Hizashi’s hand to bring him even closer; they were chest to chest now and Shouta put his free hand on Hizashi’s hip.
“I’m ok now,” he whispered, predicting the protest that was forming on his boyfriend’s lips. “I’m sorry, I had no idea I’m such a lightweight.”
“No, that’s ok,” Hizashi smiled reassuringly. “I’m glad you’re-”
“Oboro told me,” Shouta interrupted him. “What I, um… did. Showed me too, actually.”
Oh wow, Hizashi’s face was on fire. “Showed you?”
Shouta nodded. “He and Nemuri recorded it. I felt so bad I did this to you but um…”
Well, now Shouta’s face was on fire too.
“He told me you stopped me only because I was drunk and you actually enjoyed it…”
Fucking traitor, Hizashi was going to kill him.
“I, um-” Hizashi squeaked. “I meaaaaaan…”
“He also told me to get my shit together and show you how much I love you because I’ve apparently been doing shit job.”
Oboro…
“No way!” Hizashi protested. “I know you like me, ok? Don’t worry about it!”
Shouta frowned, clearly unconvinced. Hizashi sighed.
“Ok, so, maybe hearing you say I’m pretty, and hot, and smart was nice, ok? And also…” He looked to the side. “The way you kissed my neck was pretty hot. Made me feel reassured you actually find me attractive, ya know?”
Shouta glanced away, the flush now spreading down his neck and his grip on Hizashi’s hip tightening. “Of course I do,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t know why you would think I don’t,” he grumbled, clearly embarrassed.
Hizashi laughed, endeared how much Shouta was flustered.
“Babe, I was about 80% sure you’re ace or something. Or that… dunno, you agreed to date because???”
Shouta whipped his head to stare at Hizashi, clearly terrified.
“I’m not. I really, really am not,” he said decisively. “I just… didn’t think… you’d like that?”
Oh my god.
Hizashi took his hand out of Shouta and put his arms over his shoulders, his fingers tangling in black hair.
“I’d reaaaally like that,” he said, tilting his head enough to look at Shouta from under his lashes. He could only hope he managed to look seductive.
A shadow of doubt crossed Shouta’s face but it was quickly gone, replaced by that small smirk he usually wore when he won against their classmates, one that Hizashi found incredibly hot. His both hands were now on Hizashi’s waist, fingers digging into his hip bones and Shouta leaned closer to brush his nose against Hizashi’s cheek.
“Well then…” he murmured and pecked Hizashi high on his cheek.
Again, just a bit lower. Hizashi played with Shouta’s hair as anticipation thrummed in his body, Shouta’s kisses getting closer to his lips one by one, riling him up and making his blood rush South.
Finally…
The only warning Hizashi had was a puff of air across his lips and then he and Shouta were connected at long last. Hizashi felt soft, warm pressure, almost hesitant, and it registered to him that he should probably close his eyes which he did reluctantly; Shouta looked so focused and into it, Hizashi didn’t want to miss it for the world.
Then Shouta cupped the back of Hizashi’s neck with one hand and tilted his head just a bit; their lips moved against one another, the angle so much better and Hizashi couldn’t help the tiny pleased moan that escaped him. Shouta hummed with satisfaction and started walking them towards Tensei’s bed. He twirled them around at the last moment so Hizashi was the one who landed on his back on the satin covers, Shouta straddling him and caging him with his body, making Hizashi feel both protected and dominated. He felt his cheeks heat up at the mere thought.
They hadn’t wasted time, finding each other again. Shouta licked Hizashi’s lips and he moaned at the wet sensation. Shouta used that opportunity to slip his tongue inside and holy shit, this was hot. The feeling of Shouta’s tongue in his mouth was intoxicating, the coffee he must’ve drank leaving a delicious trail as Shouta explored him. One of Shouta’s legs was between Hizashi’s, a steady pressure against his aching member and Hizashi’s thoughts started to drift away from him, overwhelmed with the sensations.
He clutched the back of Shouta’s shirt to tether himself but he knew there was no use – all that mattered in that moment was Shouta, always Shouta.
Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, something Shouta said before they started. He leaned back, breathing heavily.
“You love me?” He asked, wonder and awe colouring his voice.
Shouta was panting above him, his fingers tangled in Hizashi’s golden hair. He looked at Hizashi with a dazed look, like he hadn’t understood the question. He blinked twice before he smiled gently.
“Of course I do,” he murmured, and Hizashi smiled so hard his cheeks hurt.
“I love you, too,” he declared happily and they dove to kiss again.
Officially the best birthday ever.