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They had the best lunch spot in the entire school.
Roof access technically wasn’t allowed for students, but when they discovered the door was never properly locked, it was obvious what they had to do—claim their territory. Which they did, every day at lunch, meeting up on the roof to eat. They scurried up one at a time, so as not to be caught by teachers who knew to look out for sneaky students, and it hadn’t been a problem in well over a year!
Sometimes Kayama from the class ahead of them showed up, and Oboro was always thrilled when she did. Hizashi liked her too, but he much preferred the privacy of their little trio. Nothing against Kayama! Oboro was just always… distracted when she joined. Playing up the charm and jokes to try to maintain her attention, to catch her eye. Hizashi may be a little selfish for wanting all of both his friends’ attention, but who could blame him?
Especially since the… dynamic of their friendship had developed.
They’d had sex with each other twice. Did it count as sex? It must, right? They all finished by touching each other. What were the prerequisites for calling something sex anyway?
Despite that development, their friendship was still as steady as always. They hung out after school often. Laughed, talked, ate lunch together, and pushed each other around. They sparred in practice and had other friends they spoke to (none nearly as close, but still). Nothing felt weird or strange between them. Everything was as easy and natural as it had always been.
Well, maybe they were a little closer. That was more of a vibe than anything concrete.
The only thing that had changed significantly for Hizashi was Shouta’s flushed face becoming the all-star player at the front of his fantasies when he jerked off alone. That had been a problem well before they fucked, but now he had real experience to draw on. His more-than-friendly feelings toward Shouta had only grown, but it hadn’t changed anything. Why did that bother him so much?
Hizashi frowned down at his sandwich, as if it had asked him this troubling question.
Oboro sat next to him with a bento, and they were still waiting on Shouta, who had gotten stuck talking to a teacher about some homework assignment.
Hizashi didn’t even really know what these feelings he had for Shouta meant. They were different from how he felt about Oboro. He liked being physical with both of them, so why did it feel so different with Shouta? Why did Shouta's face take the headlining page of his explicit daydreams?
Oboro felt like a grounding, steady presence in their friendship, but Shouta gave him butterflies.
“So,” Oboro said through a mouthful of food. “Are you ever going to tell Shouta you have a crush on him?”
“What?!” Hizashi jerked, almost dropping his sandwich. A crush? It was like Oboro had been reading his thoughts, drawing out his complicated feelings and projecting them into the open with such a simple word.
“It’s kind of obvious.” Oboro swallowed his mouthful, looking at Hizashi with a raised eyebrow.
“I-I didn’t—What do you—”
Oboro frowned. “Don’t tell me you didn’t realize?”
Hizashi’s face heated, staring at Oboro in disbelief. Was that what this was?! The butterflies, the overthinking, the thoughts that would linger and swirl around Shouta like a moth to a flame? He’d had crushes on girls in middle school, but it hadn’t felt this intense.
“I guess I didn’t think of it that way.” Hizashi’s mouth felt dry. What did Oboro mean by ‘obvious’? Could Shouta tell Hizashi felt differently about him, too? Oh no.
“You should tell him.”
Hizashi’s stomach cramped at the thought of it. He shook his head.
“What’s the problem? We’ve already, like, y’know, done the scary stuff. The naked part and the touching,” Oboro said conversationally. “How much scarier could it be to just tell him you like him?”
Hizashi shot back, “Okay, then why don’t you confess to Kayama?”
“That’s not the same!”
“You’ve seen her mostly naked, that’s one of the ‘scary parts’.”
“Yeah, but not—not like us!” Oboro blushed. “And we’re closer, so it’s different. Kayama hasn’t been my best friend for almost two years, like you guys. You’re more comfortable around Shouta. You know him. It shouldn’t be that hard.”
“It feels too… big.”
“I dunno, you literally had your mouth between his legs already, shouldn’t be that scary to tell him you’re crushing,” Oboro teased.
“Shut up!” Hizashi’s face was hot with embarrassment, and Oboro laughed.
A moment passed, both of them in their thoughts.
“Have you ever even kissed anyone?” Oboro asked between bites of tempura.
Other than kissing Shouta’s neck and stomach. And thighs. That’s not what Oboro meant, though. “No, have you?”
“Oh, sure.” Oboro nodded. “This girl in gen studies last year, so she could show me her quirk. That girl with the red hair in 3-A because her friend said I was too chicken. Then this boy in the business course, on a dare. My girlfriend in middle school, and this other girl—I forget her name—during summer break in first year. Also—”
“Okay, I get it!” Hizashi rolled his eyes. “How is it so easy for you? Aren’t you nervous?”
The first time they’d looked at Shouta naked, when he’d permitted them to touch, Oboro had been the first to follow through. The first to touch, to feel, to make those moves. Though his hands had a hesitancy to them, and his breath trembled, he was still able to just do it, casual and confident in himself.
“I am a little nervous,” Oboro said. “But, I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Reminding myself of that helps.”
“You were so worried about your first time having sex, though,” Hizashi pointed out. “You seemed comfortable with Shouta and me.”
“That’s different than just kissing. There’s more that can go wrong.” Oboro picked at the breading on his tempura with chopsticks. “With a kiss, it’s like… I don’t know, there’s less stakes.” He looked up. “And then with Shouta, I was more comfortable when he said it was okay. I trusted him to tell me if it was bad or if I was doing something wrong. It’s not like there was a committed romantic relationship on the line. I was still nervous, but that made me less scared. Because it’s you and Shouta, y’know?”
Hizashi leaned back, mulling it over. “I guess that makes sense.”
“So…” Oboro dragged out the vowel. “You haven’t confessed to Shouta because you’re too scared to kiss him?”
“What? No! Not that, it’s…” he sighed. “I don’t know. He probably thinks I’m straight. I don’t even know if I’m not straight, Shouta’s the first boy I’ve… Anyway, maybe he has feelings for someone else? I know the three of us are okay messing around for practice, but what if he’s not even actually into guys?”
Oboro chuckled. “Uh, I don’t think any of that’s a problem.”
“Why?”
“I just… I don’t think you have to worry about it.”
“Did he say something to you?”
Oboro shrugged, but didn’t give him anything more.
Hizashi pouted, but Oboro wasn’t budging. He slumped back against the concrete wall they sat against. Could Shouta reciprocate his feelings? How would Hizashi know what signs to look for? It wasn’t like Shouta to be shy about that type of thing; he was forward about his status as trans when they’d become friends. Just a fact about who he was, like his hair being black and his quirk being Erasure. Would he have said something by now if he was gay or bi? Or if he had feelings for someone?
He’d never joined in on talking about girls when Oboro and Hizashi did. Was that a sign?
“But you want to kiss Shouta, and you’re too nervous to?”
“I-I guess.”
Oboro hummed, lips pinching in thought. He asked, “Do you want me to kiss you? So you can see it’s not scary? Then you can go for it with Shouta!”
“Really?” Hizashi gaped.
Oboro was watching him like he’d merely asked if he needed help with homework. In a way, Hizashi supposed that was the question. Did he want help learning to kiss? Did he—want help learning to kiss Shouta? By kissing Oboro? Sure they’d touched each other a lot more, but kissing felt like another level of intimacy.
“Like, now?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“What do you mean ‘why not’? We’re at school!”
“Yeah, on the roof. Where no one comes except us. Kisses can happen anytime, Hizashi! That’s one of the fun things about them.” Oboro shrugged.
“I—I don’t know.” Hizashi frowned, looking down at his half eaten sandwich. He pulled the wrapper over it and set it down next to himself, fighting the urge to draw his knees up and wrap his arms around them.
Oboro set his bento down, smiling reassuringly. “Listen, it’s okay if you don’t want to right now. I just thought I’d offer. Maybe it would take the pressure of knowing what to do off your shoulders, and make kissing Shouta easier. Then confessing could be easier too?”
Hizashi’s racing heart settled slightly. His hands rubbed against his pants, growing clammy as his body prepared for the new experience. What had Oboro said? What’s the worst that could happen? At least if he sucked at kissing, Oboro wouldn’t be disappointed.
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
“Cool.” Oboro was shifting closer immediately, turning so they were angled toward each other. One hand rested on Hizashi’s knee, the weight grounding him as Oboro leaned closer.
“So, when it comes to kissing, you want to make your intentions clear. Lean in most of the way, like this.” Oboro leaned closer still, and Hizashi couldn’t help but lean back instinctively. “This is a good time to touch his waist, or his hair, cupping his face, or squeezing his thigh. It’s up to you and how bold you’re feeling, really; just do something with your hands so they’re not useless by your side like an eel.”
Hizashi chuckled, the noise cut short by Oboro’s hand slipping higher onto his leg, his other hand raising to settle on Hizashi’s neck. Hizashi shuddered, a shaky breath following his aborted laugh.
“This also gives someone time to change their mind if they want.” Oboro paused, the implication clear that Hizashi could back down right now, and they’d have a normal lunch period.
He brought his hands to Oboro’s waist, pulling his body closer by the sides of his shirt.
“And then you just—”
Oboro closed his eyes, narrowing the remaining gap into nothing. The first press of their lips was soft, tentative, like he was easing Hizashi into the deep end of a pool.
Hizashi exhaled through his nose, relaxing into it. This wasn’t so bad. Oboro seemed to take that as a cue to begin moving, the press turning more fluid as he moved his mouth against Hizashi’s, slotting their lips more firmly together than a peck. The kiss broke lightly, but met again at a slightly new angle, lips moving together. He followed Oboro’s lead. When Oboro caught Hizashi’s lower lip between his own, tugging lightly, Hizashi returned the action. When he changed the angle, Hizashi adapted.
As they found a rhythm, Hizashi began to understand why cheesy romance novels equated kissing to dancing. Finding a balance, the harmony, it felt choreographic.
Oboro used the hand on his neck to guide Hizashi’s position, the new angle helping provide extra force to the kiss. The increase in pressure had him gripping Oboro harder around the waist, attempting to pull him closer, but their knees got in the way. It was half a second before he felt Oboro move. Climbing over him to straddle his legs without breaking the kiss. Oboro now loomed over him from his lap, both hands cupped around his jaw, and Hizashi had to tilt his head back to keep up.
Hizashi couldn’t help the moan that slipped from his mouth into Oboro’s at the change in position. He could feel Oboro’s smile against his lips in response before continuing the kiss.
Oboro guided Hizashi’s mouth further open. Hizashi wasn’t sure why until a tongue found its way into his mouth. It was a strange feeling, the slick but strong muscle licking its way into his mouth. It felt foreign, not bad, just new. Hizashi’s tongue prodded back, curiously interacting with Oboro. He breathed heavily through his nose, not wanting to break for air yet, tongue stroking tentatively along Oboro’s.
The sigh of an exhale felt like approval. Hizashi’s hands grew bolder, feeling over the broad expanse of Oboro’s back, pulling him close enough to mingle their body heat as much as possible. Oboro tilted Hizashi’s head again, using the leverage to—
“Oh.”
The quiet noise had their lips parting, a string of spit breaking as they jumped apart, but with no way of hiding the way Oboro straddled his lap. Hizashi’s heart raced both from the kissing and the act of being caught. Oboro’s weight settled on his thighs.
His heart rate didn’t slow once he realized it was Shouta who’d caught them.
“Shouta!” Hizashi gasped, caught like a deer in headlights.
Shouta’s eyes were wide, stalled mid-step where he had just rounded the corner of the wall. His dark gaze flicked between them, mouth dropped open in surprise, but clicking shut quickly. A muscle in his jaw jumped, and his throat bobbed with a swallow.
The way Shouta’s hand was clenched around his protein bar betrayed him as the usual neutral expression fought to cover the shock on his face.
Hizashi felt as if he’d been caught doing something wrong, suddenly, a slimy feeling rising in his chest. They weren’t, but he felt… bad? He didn’t want Shouta to see him and Oboro kissing, and didn’t want Shouta to think they were doing it behind his back. The words to explain, the need to tell him it wasn’t what it looked like, got caught in his throat. Worried that he’d monumentally fucked up somehow.
“Hey, Shouta,” Oboro greeted, plowing through the obvious tension, attempting to diffuse it. “I’m teaching Hizashi how to kiss because he’s never done it before. So we’re practicing.”
The phrasing—practicing—cleared something in Shouta’s expression. His shoulders dropped minutely, grip on his food relaxing. Practice, just like everything else they’d done, nothing more. Hizashi was glad Oboro said it. They’d already clarified with each other that fooling around physically was on the table, and this fell into that category, right?
“Oh,” Shouta repeated, but this time it didn’t sound like he’d seen something he wasn’t meant to, an understanding in his voice. He joined them by the wall, sliding down to sit.
The anxious energy that had tightened in Hizashi’s chest lessened with Shouta’s casual acceptance. They were still good. That bad, slimy feeling that he’d done something wrong was washing away. Why would Shouta be upset, anyway?
“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Oboro asked, ignoring the fact that he was still sitting on Hizashi’s legs, Hizashi’s hands resting on his thighs.
Shouta ripped open his protein bar, shaking his head. “No. Why would anyone want to kiss me?”
“I would,” Hizashi blurted, heat rushing to his face.
Shouta’s hand paused on the wrapper of his food.
“Me too!” Oboro added brightly. “You’re smokin’ hot, Shouta. I don’t know why you always put yourself down like that. I think plenty of people would kiss you if you gave them the chance. Hizashi thinks so too! Right?”
Oboro’s hand resting on Hizashi’s shoulder squeezed encouragingly.
“Uh,” Hizashi stuttered, “Yeah, you’re really handsome.”
Shouta’s face went red, and he tucked his chin to hide in his bangs, shoving a bite of the protein bar in his mouth. He mumbled, “whatever,” through the bite.
“I can kiss you right now, too!” Oboro said, then mocked a pout. He raised his voice like he was talking to an upset little kid. “Would that make you feel better?”
“Shut up,” Shouta grumbled.
“Aw, Shoutaaa, I don’t want you to feel left out!” Oboro leaned toward him, eyes light. “Let me kiss you! I’m good at it!”
Shouta rolled his eyes, then looked at Oboro with his chin raised and a challenging note to his voice. “Do it, then.”
A mischievous glint flickered in Oboro’s eye as he extended a hand towards Shouta, fingers wrapping around his tie and dragging Shouta closer with it. A curse left Shouta’s mouth as he followed the tug, catching himself with a hand slapped to the pavement, giving in to Oboro’s strength.
Hizashi held his breath, eyes locked on where Oboro lingered for half the length of time he’d paused with Hizashi. Shouta closed their gap.
Hizashi’s stomach dropped at the boldness. Shouta seemed so… willing. Eager to kiss Oboro. Their last sexual encounter played in his mind, the aftermath of cleaning up in the bathroom, how soft and calm Shouta looked under Oboro’s touch. The look on his face just now when he’d caught them kissing. Hizashi’s chest ached as the pieces came together, it was so obvious now.
Shouta had a crush on Oboro, didn’t he?
What a trio they made. Oboro’s crush on Kayama, Shouta’s crush on Oboro, and Hizashi’s newly realized crush on Shouta. It’d be funny if it didn’t feel like a recipe for disaster. Oboro’s body shifted in his lap, angling more towards Shouta. A pang shot through Hizashi’s heart. Did Shouta realize his feelings yet? Was doing this… hurting him? Or was he blind to it, the way Hizashi had been blind to his own?
A quiet moan drew Hizashi’s focus back, eyes darting to the tongue he saw Oboro slipping into Shouta’s mouth through a break in their lips. Was Shouta focusing on Oboro’s taste? On how his tongue felt? On the firm tug pulling him close by the tie?
Hizashi pulled his hands from Oboro’s thighs like the boy in his lap had scalded him. He needed—He didn’t know what he needed.
Oboro decided for him.
The kiss beside him broke apart, Oboro sparing one last glance at Shouta before turning and pressing his mouth to Hizashi’s. His lips were as soft as before, the kiss itself harsher, like what happened with Shouta had encouraged him. Hizashi struggled to keep up this time, distracted by his thoughts. Hizashi tasted something new on Oboro—something nutty?—was that from Shouta? The lingering taste of his protein bar passed from Oboro to Hizashi. His head spun.
Oboro detached his mouth, forehead knocking lightly against Hizashi’s as he opened his eyes. Their gazes were crossed this close, but Hizashi still found himself staring into reassuring blue.
“Get out of your head. You can trust me, Zashi.”
Damn it. Oboro always knew the right thing to say, he always caught onto the subtleties of his friends. Hizashi found himself nodding, the ache inside his chest loosening a touch. Oboro wouldn’t ask his trust unfounded, if he wanted Hizashi to trust he had a plan, then Hizashi owed it to their friendship to have faith. Oboro had reassured him again, just like the first time when he’d kissed at Hizashi’s neck until he relaxed.
Oboro pressed their lips together once more, softer this time, tongue languidly lapping into Hizashi’s mouth, pouring a promise into it that Hizashi couldn’t make out the words to. It was like they were on the tip of Oboro’s tongue, the answer to all of his questions just out of reach, lost in a language Hizashi was still learning. Hands cupped his cheeks and Hizashi sighed into it, letting his woes rest in Oboro’s hands.
When the tension had drained from Hizashi, leaving him pliable, Oboro stopped the kiss. His attention turned to Shouta, a quick but sloppy kiss that Shouta leaned up into. Hizashi couldn't help but think about the transferred spit from his mouth to Shouta’s. Could Shouta taste him on Oboro’s lips, too?
“See, I’m a good kisser.” Oboro’s words were slightly breathless as he settled back on Hizashi, pulling Shouta’s tie once more to get him even closer. Hizashi’s skin tingled with the proximity. Oboro’s hand slipped from Hizashi’s face, moving to cup the back of his neck instead. “Hizashi’s a good kisser, too. You should try it.”
Oboro pulled on them both simultaneously, Hizashi’s head guided nearer to Shouta while Shouta was tugged towards him until the final centimeters were closed, and their lips were pushed into collision. Hizashi froze, brain stalling from the emotional rollercoaster of the last few minutes. This was Shouta, what if—
“Relax.” Oboro’s hushed voice spoke from the side, his thumb caressing Hizashi’s neck.
Hizashi was about to hum in agreement when Shouta beat him to it. Oh. Had Oboro… been talking to them both?
Shouta parted his lips, slotting them together, and tilting his head, each movement hesitant until Hizashi reacted, following his pace.
Oboro had given him an opening—an excuse to kiss Shouta without the weight of a confession behind it. He wasn’t going to pass that up, nervous as it made him. For practice meant that if it was bad, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to kiss Shouta.
Hesitancy lost between them, their mouths found that dance. The kiss grew faster and deeper with each quick break and movement. Syncing as they became familiar with how each other moved.
Hizashi’s mind got lost in the feeling of Shouta’s lips on his, Oboro’s hand still rubbing over his neck, Shouta’s hand cupping his jaw. He couldn’t say whose tongue acted first, only that by the time he slid a hand into Shouta’s hair, the kiss was becoming wetter. Sloppy in a way that kissing Oboro hadn’t achieved.
Hizashi tugged at Shouta’s hair, changing the angle of the kiss to have more control, urging Shouta’s mouth further open.
“—zashi.” Shouta panted into his mouth, and Hizashi breathed in the taste of his own name off Shouta’s tongue.
Heat flashed through him. Oboro hadn’t earned that, hadn’t had Shouta clutching at him and moaning his name. Beneath the heat of desire, the embers of hope sparked. Maybe this didn’t have to end in disaster. Maybe things weren’t as clear-cut as Hizashi had assumed.
Warmth pooled lower through his body, the breathless exclamation on repeat in his mind like a skipping record. The stray thought of how similarly it sounded to the way Shouta’d moaned when he’d orgasmed from Hizashi’s fingers passing through his brain. Hizashi jerked back, stomach fluttering. The kiss broke as he became aware of the tightening of his pants.
Shouta blinked hard a few times, disoriented. His tongue slipped out between his lips, tracing over his lower lip like he was chasing the taste of Hizashi off himself. His voice was breathless when he asked, “Was it bad?”
“No!” Hizashi’s eyes widened. “Not at all, it was—uh, it was good. I just… um…”
Oboro rocked forward in Hizashi’s lap, grinding down, and Hizashi hissed at the friction, hands grabbing his hips to still him. Oboro wiggled his eyebrows.
“Ohhh, Hizashi got a little too excited!”
Hizashi shoved Oboro off his lap and drew his knees up, glaring while his neck heated. Oboro laughed, dramatically rolling to splay out on his back.
“So, I was good?” Shouta clarified.
His tone caught Hizashi off guard. It sounded a little uncertain, like he was afraid Hizashi would say no.
Hizashi nodded quickly, wrapping his arms around his knees. Willing his erection to die, but it was hard when Shouta looked at him like that, from under his bangs with hesitant eyes. Asking if he kissed well. Hizashi only had Oboro and Shouta to compare to, so he wasn’t really sure the difference between a good or bad kiss, but they’d both felt good. He’d wanted more, and Shouta set off sparks in his stomach. He’d started to get an erection from it.
That probably meant it was good.
Shouta tilted his head in a single nod. The confirmation from Hizashi was enough to satisfy something in him. “Do you guys want to hang out after school?”
“Sure.” Oboro hadn’t moved much from lying on his back. Just enough to shut his eyes and tuck his hands behind his head like a pillow.
“Maybe at your house, Oboro?” Shouta asked.
“Yeah, my dad works late again, though, so if you want to stay for dinner, that’s on us.”
“Sounds fine,” Hizashi agreed. They hung out after school more often than not, bouncing between each other's houses or their usual haunts. “Do you want to go to the arcade or a café first?”
“No, I mean, I want to…” Shouta’s fist tightened on his pant leg, bunching the fabric. “Is it still okay if we—y’know.”
Hizashi frowned, not following.
Oboro opened his eyes and tilted his head back to look at Shouta, his brow furrowed for a moment before his eyes widened. “You want to mess around again?”
Shouta nodded, mouth pressed in a flat line.
Oboro gaped, sitting up and glancing at Hizashi, who was sure his expression matched.
It was different now. No proposition about being curious about the opposite sex’s body. They’d put it on the table that just practicing with each other—for a future partner—was okay. They hadn’t done anything since last time, and now Shouta was the first to ask, which shocked Hizashi. He thought Oboro might initiate it first, or even Hizashi himself if he got desperate enough to be that bold.
Shouta was rarely the first to ask for something, and Hizashi had thought the last time might be an outlier.
“It’s okay if not.” Shouta’s voice had risen slightly, the way it did when he second-guessed himself. “We can go to the arcade instead.”
“I want to,” Hizashi rushed before he could revoke the offer completely.
“Yeah, me too!” Oboro grinned. “We can walk to my house after school.”
“Okay.” Shouta nodded once more.
They were all in agreement.