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Hitoshi knows what’s coming before it happens.
He’s watched Izuku get more and more flustered for the past five minutes as everyone asks him who he’s dating.
They haven’t announced anything yet because he’s been gone on a mission for two weeks, and they wanted to announce it together after their one-year anniversary.
Life was hectic, Hitoshi was busy doing several missions that took him away for weeks at a time.
They made that decision when two weeks after their first date, Hitoshi was on a mission and Izuku had been asked to help with planning for an important mission that Katsuki, Shouto, and Eijirou would be going on.
It was almost a month before they could talk to each other again.
So, yeah, Hitoshi’s expecting it when green eyes turn to him in a panic an hour before they intended to announce everything.
They were waiting for Shouto, Eijirou, Katsuki, and Tamaki to get there.
Hitoshi just opens himself up in his spot on the floor, and Izuku rushes over, straddles his hips, and buries his face into his neck with a whine.
“It’s okay, Bunny, just breathe,” murmurs Hitoshi as he wraps him in a tight hug at the same time as the front door swings open.
“I fucking knew it! You owe me twenty bucks, Halfie!” hollers Katsuki loudly, amusement coming off him in waves.
Izuku tugs himself free, twists around at the hips and glares at Katsuki, “Did you really bet on my love life, Kacchan?!”
“Duh, Dumbass, I’ve known you liked Troll Doll for ages. Had this bet with Halfie since U.A. I should’ve upped the damn thing,” sighs Katsuki as Shouto passes him the money.
“I’m telling Auntie,” huffs Izuku with a pout as he twists back around to look at Hitoshi with soft green eyes that are sparkling.
“Alright, no more questions because you’ve flustered Zu enough. We've been together for a year, we’re telling you now, and if it gets out,” Hitoshi lets himself trail off as he glares at everyone in the room.
“I’ll explode your brainwashed asses to the goddamn moon,” sneers Katsuki as he joins in on the glaring, little explosive pops echoing from his hands.
“Perfect,” says Hitoshi with a half-smirk as he and Katsuki’s eyes meet. “Now, what movie did you pick for tonight because I didn’t see a single text about it.”
Izuku stays wrapped in Hitoshi’s arms, buried in his neck, while everyone gets comfortable. But when the movie is set up to start, he adjusts to sit between his legs with his back to him, head tipping back as he presses a kiss to Hitoshi’s jaw.
Hitoshi brings a hand up to gently cup Izuku’s face as he leans in and kisses him properly before pulling away with a sigh and hugging him close again.
Izuku melts into him happily as a horror movie starts, and Hitoshi’s hands are lifted to cover his eyes for every jump scare.
It’s perfect.