no one bats an eye when you and hitoshi go your separate ways when you get to the bar. izuku's been waiting for him for the past fifteen minutes to get the game of billiards going and halfway through the car ride, you decided that you really needed a drink.
you're a private couple. you're independent. you don't need to be glued to each other's side or constantly checking in with one another when you're out- a nod from across the room, if anything.
the others don't notice, but tonight is different.
you've been arguing before you left your apartment. and in the cab. and right outside the bar. and in your text messages.
"damn, who the hell is that?" mina asks when you slammed your phone face down on the counter.
"no one." you wave off, "just my coworker being annoying."
you lean your elbow over your phone, and smile back at mina as she continues her story to your group, trying to ignore the previous text.
toshi poo: and don't ask for me when you get shitfaced im not dealing
you can hear his voice so clearly in your head. it's hard for you to not be visibly irritated, so you excuse yourself to the other side of the bar. you tell your friends that you'll be able to get the bartender's attention better from over here, but you really just needed a moment alone.
from across the room, you glance over at hitoshi crowded around the pool table with the others. he's leaning against the stick, smooshing his cheek against its smooth surface as he watches the others take their turns.
he looks good. he always does.
you release a huff of annoyance under your breath as you lean up against the counter. it's always a waiting game on a busy night like this. you wonder how long or how many drinks it'll be before you irish goodbye and call yourself a ride home.
you rest your chin in the heel of your palm, waiting for any bartender to make eye contact and signal for your order. it's loud. the girl next to you keeps leaning back and throwing her head back against your shoulder whenever she laughs. you can't get away from the mixture of cheap men's cologne that's been slapping you in the face since you walked in. spending the rest of the night in your bed sounds more and more enticing with every minute that passes.
you feel a tap on your shoulder and a hot breath of air against the shell of your ear.
"can i buy you a drink, sweetheart?"
your face immediately scrunches in discomfort. you reflexively lean away and turn your head to meet eyes with the stranger lingering over your shoulder.
"i'm good," you respond curtly.
"i insist." he urges. "c'mon, pretty thing like you deserve a free drink, right?"
"i can buy my own drinks, thanks." a half-lie, but you say confidently as you recall hitoshi's card saved in your phone.
you start to feel hot. if you weren't already overstimulated and having a bad night, this interaction had made it tenfold.
"if you won't let me buy you a drink, can i have your name then?"
you want to rub your face in your hands and scream.
"listen," you begin, "i'm not in the fucking mood to-"
after nearing the end of your patience, you almost swing when you feel an arm snake around your waist, pulling you away from the counter.
"hey baby. still waiting for a drink?"
you turn and see hitoshi, deadpanned as ever.
"oh." he nods to the man in front of you as if he didn't notice him standing uncomfortably close, "what's up, man?" he casually says, fingers digging into your side.
you want to roll your eyes, but the heat crawling up your neck only gets hotter.
you share the same deadpan expression as you watch the stranger finally take the blaring hint and scramble away.
hitoshi's grip doesn't let up. he pulls you to his front with both hands lazily resting on your hips.
"you. are. trouble," he leans in and whispers into your ear. "can't leave you alone for a fuckin' second.”
you look up at him through your lashes with an annoyed expression. he's sporting a shit eating grin knowing that you're still upset with him while simultaneously grateful for his intervention. you can tell your sour mood is nothing but entertaining for him.
"you're a piece of shit."
hitoshi leans in and kisses you, trying to ease the tension. bitterness still lingers on his lips from his beer left at the pool table.
"and i know you're mad at me, but you're not allowed to go home with another man, alright?" he reaches up and runs his thumb across your chin, nudging you to look up at him, "still mine."
"what? pretty boy’s jealous?"
despite the lack of alcohol in your system and irritation with him from your fight earlier, you're buzzing from the closeness and shameless teasing with hitoshi.
the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, "you'd like that wouldn't you? fucking sadist."
you drag a finger down his chest, digging your nail into the fabric of his shirt. from behind him, you see a few of your friends glancing over at the rare instance of PDA from you two.
"what would that make you then?" you cock your head to the side.
"right where i want to be."
