Unsurprisingly, not the most enthusiastic holiday cheerleader
Mostly appreciates having time off to spend relaxing, sleeping, or cuddling up somewhere cozy
He wouldn't say or show it, but he's excited to have more energy to spend doting on the people he's closest to
Not that he'd get super into cooking or do a whole thorough house cleaning, but you'd notice he's chipping in more here and there, and possibly even offering to make something small (if he's feeling particularly perky)
While he's not really interested in big events or gatherings, Shota definitely enjoys taking the time to find the kind of present for someone that would make them start bawling with happiness
He's also not big on receiving gifts, but can be pleasantly caught off guard with something meaningful and practical
If he's been needing more stationary or has been struggling with certain tasks, gifts that would make those kind of things more tolerable for him would mean a lot
Hizashi Yamada
It's ya boi, the Winter Holiday MC
Polar opposite to Shota - again, not very surprising
Although he likes having parties and getting to express festive excitement with people, Hizashi definitely enjoys the wind down with his favorite people at home (probably his favorite part, tbh)
Somehow manages to get Shota to wear a holiday hat, but can't convince him to get more into the spirit than that
Wants to get something for everybody, so usually everyone gets a small trinket just as a "THINKING OF YOU" from Hizashi
His favorite people, though, get absurdly large gifts
One year he got Shota and Nemuri giant teddy bears that they had no where to put, so he ended up keeping them in his room
Shota has so many holiday clothes now
There was a size limitation on gifts after that
He's been making a genuine effort to get Shota more practical and less...uh, difficult to store presents
He was embarrassed when Shota snorted at the socks Hizashi had gotten him, but was reassured that it was a good sign
Shota has so many holiday clothes now
EraserMic x Reader
If you were together before Eri and Shinso came into your lives, holidays would have been mostly curated by you and Hizashi, with Shota doing as little as he could get away with (not in a "I hate this" way; he just has to be mindful and allocate his energy wisely)
(He a tired boi)
Shota didn't always accompany you and Hizashi to events, but that was fine 'cause y'all had a blast being each other's party hard enablers
And then you'd get to go home and unwind with the chillest of dudes
*chef kiss*
After Eri and Shinso become part of the family, holiday events were attended even less in favor of spoiling these kids
Shota didn't necessarily need an excuse to forego parties, but he had two now, so
He also seemed to really enjoy introducing Eri to holidays, traditions, and seasonal treats
Hizashi loves getting to take holiday family photos
He's finally able to get Shota into more festive clothes (I mean, who could say no to Eri asking for a family photo, come on)
Shinso and Shota have similar reactions to holiday activities and decoration, which is adorable
Shinso and Eri work together to get Sushi into a costume (approved and supervised by Shota)
Shota removes the costume at the first sign of discomfort
You bake with Eri, play board games with Shinso, sing carols with Hizashi, and watch terrible holiday movies with Shota
When Mirio and Midoriya stop by to pick up Eri and Shinso for some school holiday shenanigans, y'all take the chance to drink egg nog, burn old bones, and express gratitude for what you have and excitement for what comes next
Eri and Shinso tiptoe around the couch so they don't wake the three of you up from the accidental winter nap you fell into
Summary: Y/N finds out that the students have a betting pool on who the three of them are dating. Little do the kids know, all three of them are together and definitely going to use their knowledge to their advantage.
Pairing: Aizawa Shota x gn!teacher!reader x Yamada Hizashi
Warnings: none
Word count: like a few hundred, I’m too lazy to check
A/N: I absolutely love poly stuff, so if you ever want to request it please do. Also this isn’t my best work, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for ages so I’m posting it anyway.
H/N: Hero name
While waiting for you to come into the classroom, a large group of 1A students huddled around a desk. Mina, who was sitting at the desk, had a sheet of paper in front of her.
“Okay so Tokoyami, Tsu, Ochaco, and Jiro, you all are betting on Aizawa and L/N?” Mina read the first category on the paper as the four nodded. “Then Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Mineta, Sato, Aoyoma, and I think Present Mic and L/N. And last we have Midoriya, Ojiro, Shoji, and Hagakure for Aizawa and Yamada.”
“Add me to the last one.” Todoroki, surprisingly, spoke up.
“Alright the only people we don’t have are... Bakugo, Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Koda.”
“WHY WOULD I BET ON-“
“I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE-“
Iida and Bakugo started to simultaneously shout. Iida about respect and rules, Bakugo about how stupid he thought it was. Little did they know, you had been standing outside the door listening to them yell. Even though it was hard to understand what either of them were saying, you managed to figure out that there was a betting pool on you, Shota, and Hizashi dating. You whipped out your phone and sent them a text before opening the door and walking in.
“Alright! Everyone in their seats. Here’s what we’re going to do today.”
***
Shota pulled out his phone when he felt it buzz. Hizashi, who was sitting next to him, did the same. They read the text you sent them before looking at each other. Hizashi looked like he was bursting at the seams, obviously very amused. Shota was also amused but significantly less so. They looked at each other knowingly and silently decided to use this knowledge to their advantage.
***
The three of you had to watch over the cafeteria during lunch, so you made a point to stand very close to Shota while Hizashi stared at the two of you from the other side of the room. Because of your quirk, you were able to hear the group of 1A and 1B kids that were close by, but not close enough for Shota to hear.
“Look at how close Aizawa-sensei and L/N-sensei are standing!” Uraraka squealed. “They’re so cute!”
“But Present Mic is standing over there staring at them, and Aizawa just winked at him.” Midoriya started mumbling about every time he had seen Aizawa and Yamada act like a couple.
As they talked about why their ship was better, you relayed what they were saying to Shota. He looked like he wanted to smile, but he was too good at keeping his face blank.
“You of all people should know that I like to keep my life private, but this is pretty funny.” Aizawa looked to you, but quickly back to the students when he noticed a couple of students from 1B walking up to the class A kids. “Is B in on this too?”
“We heard about you guys betting on H/N, Eraserhead, and Present Mic. We want to join.”
“Yeah! I’m betting on Present Mic and H/N!” Tetsutetsu was loud enough for Shota hear.
Midoriya shushed him, and Kirishima high fived him, saying that he said the same thing. A couple other kids from class B came over to say who they were betting on. You wondered how they had even heard about it or who they would bet on seeing as Shota didn’t teach them.
It had been nearly a week by now. The three of you had been messing with your students continuously. Honestly, it was a little surprising that no one had figured out that you knew about it. All of a sudden the three of you had started acting strange out of the blue, but luckily the students seemed more focused on what you were doing instead of why. It had been rather funny to talk about on the way home. The three of you would share any news you’d heard from the kids or what you did to trick them a bit. Somewhere towards the end of the week the teachers had started to pick up on what was happening, especially anyone else who taugh class A or B. At one point All Might, who is very oblivious even though he has literally seen you and Hizashi cuddling with Shota, asked Shota if he actually was dating either you or Hizashi. Shota apparently literally just stood up and walked away.
Monday morning you walked into the 1A classroom, expecting to only find Shota. Instead, all the students and Shota were there already. Ignoring the students since they were huddled in the back, you walked up to Shota and handed him his lunch.
“You forgot this, dork.” You hit his shoulder playfully. “Zashi did too. I’m glad that one of us knows how to cook. You and Hizashi would burn water if it were possible.”
“Hizashi forgot to grab his lunch? That’s odd for him. He has been stressed lately.” Even though you were quiet, it seemed the students still noticed you.
“See, they act like a couple.” Tsu said quietly to everyone around her.
“But they’re talking about Present Mic too.”
You looked at Shota and smiled.
The next day you and Hizashi were on lunch duty. The two of you stood on opposite sides of the cafeteria, but every time your eyes met you would make weird faces at each other and start laughing. A couple kids from 1B noticed and started watching the two of you like a tennis match. Some other kids joined, even some kids from different years and classes started to look around just to see what the fuss was about.
This went on for about two or three more weeks before people started showing up with pins saying who they shipped. By then, Shota had decided that enough was enough. It had become much less funny to him and much more annoying, especially since almost everyone shipped you and Hizashi more than him and either of you. The day after the buttons showed up, he walked into school holding both of your hands. He walked each of you to your respective class, kissed you both smack on the lips, then left. Immediately, screams could be heard from any 1A or 1B kids nearby. All Might was there too, but he couldn’t have looked more confused and startled. In homeroom, every single one of Shota’s kids asked about fifteen different questions, all talking over each other. He activated his quirk, and they shut up.
“I’m dating them both, now sit down and be quiet before I fail all of you. And get rid of the bet, you all lost.”
Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.
Until you are.
Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Polyamorous Erasermic x Reader
Rating: Some references to explicitness towards the end
Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.
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Chapter: 16/16 (all chapters)
You were proud of your home.
You had painted the walls yourself, built cupboards and shelves and painted those too. You’d crocheted your own throw blanket and stuffed every single cushion you owned.
You had made room in one corner for a moses basket and built a wine rack for when you had adult guests over.
It was warm and cosy and you often found yourself dozing off on the couch.
Today, in fact, was such an occasion. You opened your eyes to soft light, snuggled up in the same position as when you returned from work. You had taken off your coat and shoes and set aside your purse, meaning to take a couple of minutes before getting up to make dinner.
Clearly, that had not gone according to plan. You sat up with a wince and rubbed the spots of your back that had grown stiff. How long had you been asleep?
You moved to get up from the chair but that was easier said than done. You were, after all, extremely pregnant and even if your center of gravity wasn’t completely displaced, navigating your swollen belly was getting increasingly difficult.
This was your last week at work before you left for maternity leave and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t glad. Your nesting instincts had hit you hard within the past month or so and you’d reshuffled the furniture more times than you could count.
Nezu had been more than accommodating when he brought staff members into the dorms on site. Your dormitories were more like apartment complexes than the shared halls the students lived in. Your apartment was built to very specific requirements, namely that it was sound proofed and made from two apartments merged into one larger one, with doors connecting them together. There was enough room for Hizashi to do his radio show, for a home office, a bedroom for Eri and, more recently, a nursery.
Eri had a room to the left of yours, specifically chosen for easy access when she had nightmares and needed reassurance. You chose the room on the right of yours for the baby. Eri had offered to share her room, though you got the feeling she didn’t understand much about babies in general, let alone night time feeds and diaper changes.
You could hear three sets of voices coming from the nursery and you waddled towards it, clasping one hand over your belly and the other on your hip for balance.
Hizashi, Shouta and Eri were in the middle of building a crib, Hizashi leaning over the half finished frame, Shouta holding out tools and Eri sitting cross legged in the nursing chair, squinting at an upside down set of instructions.
“Are you sure that’s the right screw?”
“Positive.”
“It’s just that...I need five of them. How many do you have there?”
“One.”
Hizashi was a lot better at DIY projects than Shouta, thanks in part to how much of his time he spent building sound rigs and fixing his equipment. You could have lingered in the doorway forever, just watching them, though your back and ankles were already beginning to protest.
“Having fun?”
Eri gasped in happiness at the sight of you standing there, launching herself out of the nursing chair and reaching for your hand.
“We’re building the baby’s bed,” she said, hopping on the spot as you lowered yourself into the chair. “They’re following my instructions!”
“So I see,” you said. “Looks like you’re being very helpful!”
“We couldn’t do it without ya, Eri,” said Hizashi, before turning back to Shouta. “How many do you have now?”
“ One .”
“That can’t be right.”
Hizashi sat up and shuffled across to Shouta, counting out the screws and other materials.
“One,” he said, turning the screw over in his hand. “Why would they only give us one ?"
“Probably so we’d have to go back and spend more money,” said Shouta.
You sat back in your chair and rubbed your hand over your belly, glancing round at the near complete nursery. Everyone had contributed something; all four of you (and several others) had made your mark on this room.
Hizashi had assembled just about everything, from the changing station to the bookcase to the nursing chair you were currently sitting in. The very same day you told him you were pregnant, he came home with an armful of toys, almost all of which were sound related and certainly far too advanced for a newborn, though he refused to hear it. He’d also bought a music player and specialised headphones so that he could play music or voice recordings through your belly. It had become his favourite thing to do ever since your bump got noticeable, mostly because it almost never failed to make the baby kick.
Eri (under supervision, of course) had painted rainbows, clouds and kitties on the walls, as well as a picture of her and the baby enjoying a basket of apples. She didn’t know much about babies, much less what this one would look like, so her painting looked a little like a potato. She’d been something of a bad influence on Shouta, too, who couldn’t refuse her at the best of times, much less when she was pointing out cute onesies.
Shouta supplied almost all of the stuffed animals in the room, as well as the mobile you planned to hang above the cot. You hadn’t realised just how many baby toys, clothes and equipment were cat themed until Shouta bought almost all of them.
Nemuri’s gift lurked in the corner; an enormous teddy bear with glass eyes and a tartan scarf. It was almost as tall as you were and possibly the most hideous thing you had ever seen, but she and Hizashi had both smiled so widely when she brought it over that you had had little choice but to put it next to the bookshelf.
Your colleagues at UA (with the exception of Shouta and Hizashi for obvious reasons) had gifted you a storybook, with buttons at the side. They had recorded themselves speaking the lines and sometimes, when you wanted a giggle, you pulled it off the shelf and pressed the buttons yourself.
You had overseen everything without picking up quite as many individual items, though in your defense you were contributing the baby.
“That reminds me,” you said aloud without meaning to, “just a second…”
You had done something a little special, something you had been working on for weeks and couldn’t wait to hand over.
You climbed up out of the chair and waddled into the bedroom, coming back with a box you’d gone so far as to wrap with a ribbon.
“What is it, doll?”
“I got the test results back a few weeks ago,” you said with a grin, holding the box out towards them. “I was wondering how to tell you...so I made this.”
Due to your somewhat unique circumstances, you had gone through much of your pregnancy without knowing the identity of the father. You knew it was either Shouta or Hizashi, but couldn’t put that on the birth certificate.
You’d sent samples of your blood and Hizashi and Shouta’s saliva to be tested, though as far as they knew, that was where the story ended.
Both of them eyed the box in your arms, knowing that whatever was inside it would change the course of your futures. One of them was about to become a father, biologically speaking.
Eri didn’t fully understand the situation, but she did understand the concept of presents.
“Can I see?” she cried out.
“Sure, sweetie, why don’t you open it?”
You handed the box to Eri and sat back down in your nursing chair, watching in anticipation as she unfastened the ribbon and lifted the lid.
Maybe it was the hormones, but you’d been thinking about Ego a lot lately. You remembered glasses shattering against the floor, remembered your heart shattering into just as many pieces.
“It’s a onesie,” Eri cried out, dragging the black fabric out of the box.
“Sure is, honeybun,” said Hizashi. “What else is in there?”
It had been years since that night at the bar that changed everything and up until then you hadn’t been the biggest believer in destiny.
“Look,” said Eri, dragging out a small, grey strip of fabric, “it’s a scarf! Oooh, and there’s goggles!”
“That’s right! It’s a hero costume.”
You remembered how long you had shivered inside of a toilet stall, scrubbing away a stranger’s cum. You’d panicked, the reality of what you had done sinking in. You had never been so happy as when you got your next period; you didn’t even complain about the breakout and hellish cramps that came along with it.
You planted a hand on your belly, unable to stroke your son’s hair and so settling for his general vicinity.
Headcanon Request: I didn't know how much I needed poly!EraserMic . I have seen the light. Could I maybe request some headcanons of their day to day life?
Grocery shopping is always chaos. Aizawa is very conservative on what you three need, Yamada usually wants to get anything that catches his fancy, and you’re somewhere in the middle (ish). If you do not go shopping without some sort of list to use as a point of reference, more than likely you’ll arrive home with at least half of the bought items being things you didn’t entirely need.
Yamada is a huge blanket-hog, and will steal any and all blanket-like objects the three of you have when you go to bed at night. However, he is also very clingy when he sleeps, so it somewhat balances itself out at night when his body is almost wrapped around you like you’re some large teddy bear.
Aizawa is used to this treatment, and has fallen off the bed more than once due to Yamada’s unconscious bed shenanigans. It may or may not be related to why he’s so tired during the day, but doesn’t really complain about it at all as long as the other two of you are getting good sleep.
Aizawa is the best cook. Sweet jesus, when that man wants to cook, he can cook. Romantic dinners are almost always made by him, since Yamada would somehow manage to find a way to burn water.
Early in the relationship, you may be surprised to learn that, while extremely energetic, Yamada isn’t as loud of a person as you might otherwise assume, especially when he’s at home. It’s partially due to his unconscious habit to keep his voice from being too loud to hurt anyone, especially if you have sensitive hearing, but also simply because, outside of his over-enthusiastic hero persona of sorts, he does know what is a healthy level of energy to have without overwhelming his partners with it constantly.
A typical weekend will find Yamada reading a book or magazine while listening to the background noise of a television, Aizawa taking a nap in the bedroom, and you perhaps taking a nap on Yamada. It’s typically a very pleasant, calm time for the three of you.
The "Eri Sees Hizashi kissing Santa (Shota)" Trope.
But...
Eri knows her dads are nonmonogamous so instead of thinking Hizashi did something bad, she is very excited about Santa being a secret third parent. She makes comments to Hizashi about keeping it secret, and he catches on pretty quickly, but plays along because it's cute and hilarious.
Shota doesn't know if she actually believes in Santa, so he just kind of leaves it alone (but he also thinks it is very cute and funny).
Shinso definitely plays it cool, but makes small observational comments that he knows will fuel Eri's theorizing fires when the dads are out of hearing range.
I highkey want to make one of those text screenshot things for these two, but I can’t find any decent websites to do it, so if you know one please tell me!
Pairing: Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic x GN!U.A.Teacher!Reader x Aizawa Shota/Eraserhead
Warnings: A bit about bugs
Genre: Fluff
When the media went crazy when All Might started teaching, you found an article that mentioned when they tried to get ahold of All Might, a homeless guy and a dude who looked like a human-macaw hybrid stopped them
You teased them endlessly about it, much to both of their dismay (but I mean, come on, it’s hilarious)
Hizashi and Shota are both big time cuddly bois
I am right and you know it
Shota literally has an ugly yellow sleeping bag at work, of course he loves to cuddle while he naps
And Hizashi just looks like a big ol cuddle bug
Maybe not a cuddle bug because of the thing that happened during finals
That brings me to my next point
After Koda got the bugs off Hizashi, he legit ran all the way to you and made you hold him while you watched the next team go
If you ever tease him about the bugs, he will freak out again and make you cuddle him for at least an hour
You’re probably a homeroom teacher of one class or another, you are now their parent. Aizawa likes to brag about 1A, show him that your kids are better.
There have been times where you’ll just sit there and either brag about them to each other or talk about how much you love your kids and how proud of them you are
I mean except for Aizawa, he would never admit that he loves and is very proud of 1A
We all see through your lies, Aizawa
If you’re not a homeroom teacher, that means you teach multiple classes. Congrats, you can now adopt whoever you want!
Midnight thinks your relationship with Shota and Hizashi is so cute, she’s y’all’s #1 fan
I hope you’re not the jealous type, because at some point you’ll probably meet Ms. Joke
It’s a little funny because Shota obviously hates it, but Joke obviously does not care about that so she probably wouldn’t care that he’s with you and Hizashi
But don’t worry, if Aizawa sees that you’re pretty uncomfortable, he will shut her (or anyone else really) down
All of your sleep schedules are the absolute worst
Aizawa “do whatever you want, just keep it down so I can sleep on the job” Shota
And Yamada Hizashi, who is a teacher, pro hero, and has a radio show
Neither of them sleep, and when they do it’s not for long
Make them go to bed. They cannot take care of themselves and get decent a decent amount of rest.
They’ll do it for you too. All of you are really protective of each other and make sure you take care of yourselves, so it balances out where everyone is usually fine
I FORGOT ABOUT ERI SOMEHOW
ERI LOVES YOU
But I mean she also loves Shota
Hizashi is too loud for her, and this upsets him so much. So so much.
One time you walked in on Eri sleeping on Shota’s chest
You and Hizashi took so many blackmail photos
I feel like Shota has a phone, but for three reasons and three reasons only.
To text you and Hizashi
To take/look at pictures of cats
To look up slang words that 1A uses
I hope you can cook because they are both absolutely horrible at it
I feel like Shota would realise this as a weakness and just... not cook, but Hizashi...
He repeatedly burns and ruins food because every time he underestimates how bad at cooking he really is or thinks that he magically got better
If you can cook/bake, he’ll want to join you, and if you let him, over time he will get a lot better
Okay last one I just want to talk about Hizashi with his hair down
So first off it should be illegal to be that pretty, like seriously tho
But also play with his hair please
He will be forever in debt to you
Like if you ever want him to do something, play with his hair for a bit and he’s down
He just looks so cute curled into you as you run your hands through his soft hair
Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.
Until you are.
Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Polyamorous Erasermic x Reader
Rating: Explicit, MINORS BE GONE
Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.
AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi
Chapter: 15/16 (all chapters)
UA’s press conference aired two days after the incident, a deceptively simple move in the grander scheme of things. Their status as a household name and initial hesitation to comment on the incident had captivated the country. By the time the conference began, everyone had grown morbidly curious. Reporters chomped at the bit for answers; the general public watched with bated breath.
Hizashi glowered into his beer at the izakaya, stomach churning as the other patrons watched in suspense.
Nemuri sat down in front of her TV, ready to bury her face in the pillow she held to her chest.
Shigaraki and the League of Villains watched with expressions of glee, glancing across at Bakugo every so often in the hopes of catching the exact moment he lost faith in hero society.
Jirou, Hagakure and the other students yet to recover from the forest attack watched from their hospital beds.
Midoriya, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Iida and Todoroki watched from Kamino ward, hands trembling at the grim reminder that they shouldn’t have been there.
Your mother watched from the couch in your childhood home, alternating between sewing and shooting disapproving glances at the television, all while your father bellowed into his cell phone, demanding to know the name of the person that had allowed Moonfish to escape. In an oddly fortuitous turn of events, UA had escaped his ire. He had been personally involved in Moonfish’s conviction and took your injuries as a slight on his honour. It had never occurred to him to blame UA.
The world watched as Aizawa, Nezu and Vlad stepped out onto center stage, a fact that was not at all lost on them. Vlad gave his tie a forceful tug before stepping out into public view. Shouta took a deep breath and followed.
He had taken a crash course in interview techniques the night before, though if anything Hizashi’s coaching methods made him even more nervous. Hizashi was used to taking interviews, a consequence of years as a public entertainer. Eraserhead was rarely seen in public, much less interviewed by the press.
As Shouta, Vlad and Nezu bowed in apology, your eyelids twitched. You opened one eye by a sliver and then the other, taking in the darkness around you. You were still woozy from surgery and multiple rounds of treatment from Recovery Girl, every inch of your body feeling like lead. You didn’t remember who you were, much less where you were, and your initial inspection of your surroundings gleaned little in the way of answers.
The last thing you saw before closing your eyes again, overwhelmed by exhaustion, was the punnet of peaches at the foot of your bed- a flash of colour in the otherwise monochromatic room.
You slept for two days after that, fingers and eyelids occasionally twitching. The doctors were hopeful that you would wake up soon, though the news of any potential recovery on your part was swiftly drowned out by the chaos in Kamino ward.
The age of All Might was over and all of hero society needed to adapt. UA needed a plan now more than ever.
You were moved to Musutafu’s city hospital three days after the incident, Recovery Girl insisting that you were well enough to make the trip and it would be more convenient to have you closer to home. You slept through most of this process, briefly opening your eyes and staring at the strip lights above your head as they wheeled you through the hospital corridors.
You woke up fully coherent the following morning, eyes burning as they opened. Your body didn’t feel as heavy as it had before, but it ached instead, as stiff and sore as if you had run a marathon at full speed.
You sat up and immediately regretted it, for your side throbbed and left you flinching. You stroked a hand over the spot, remembering the last few moments before you had lost consciousness. You remembered the blade cutting through you; remembered the tightness in your body and stench of blood. When you lifted your pyjama shirt, though, there was no wound, only a ghostly patch of raised skin.
You wondered how long you had been asleep and scanned the room for any sort of hint, heart fluttering at the realisation that you weren’t alone. Someone was sitting in the chair next to your bed, face obscured from view by a textbook and snoring softly.
From the clothes and book title, you were able to make an educated guess who lay beneath. You only knew one person who taught English grammar.
“Hizashi,” you murmured, reaching out to touch his arm. “Hizashi.”
You tapped his elbow and he shifted in place, perhaps thinking your touches were part of his dream.
“Hey...Hizashi.”
“Hmmm?”
You eased the textbook off his face and put it down on the bed, watching as he began to stir.
“You’ll get a crick in your neck if you sleep like that,” you said, poking his arm.
“Sorry, (Name),” he said sleepily, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face, only to freeze in place and realise what he’d said.
He jerked up straight and shoved on his glasses, hands trembling so much that it took several attempts to actually get them on, much less see you properly.
“You’re real, right? I’m not dreaming,” he said, sitting down on the bed next to you and throwing both arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on your head.
“If it is a dream, it’s pretty meta,” you said, reaching up to touch the arm closest to your collarbone and looking up into his face, gaining a faceful of scratchy, tearful kisses in response.
You remembered dialling Hizashi’s voicemail; the way you had cursed every time you reached his automated message.
You had resigned yourself to never seeing him again, but there he was, holding onto you and kissing your cheeks. You closed your eyes, absorbing his warm body and familiar scent, tears running down your own face before you realised what was happening.
“Hey, (Name),” he said, loosening his grip on you and stroking his fingers through your hair, “are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“I’m just so happy,” you sniffled, “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t answer,” he said, planting a kiss to the top of your head.
You sat in silence for a while, overwhelmed with emotion and enjoying the moment. You rested your head against Hizashi’s chest, afraid that he’d disappear into smoke if you let go.
Unfortunately, the more you relaxed and focussed on his heartbeat, the more memories of that night came flooding back. You remembered stumbling through the woods, remembered why you had dialled his number in the first place.
You couldn’t breathe, your heart raced, memories of USJ creatures and men with patchwork faces dominating your every thought.
You knew you were having a panic attack; you knew dozens of techniques to get through them. Even so, it had been such a long time since you had had one and it crept up on you with so little warning that you were powerless to do anything. All you could do was grip onto Hizashi for dear life, hands growing sweaty and chest rattling with shallow breaths.
Hizashi picked up on your struggle relatively quickly and stroked a hand over your back, gently prising you off him and slipping one of his bracelets off his wrist.
“Here we go,” he said, slipping it onto yours, “slow and steady, focus on my voice.”
You reached for the bracelet and snapped the elastic against your exposed skin, relishing the sharp shock that rippled through your body and eased you back to earth.
“Just like that,” said Hizashi, stroking your hair, “nice and easy.”
You took a deep breath and rubbed your temples, head clearing and tension slowly leaving your body.
“How long have I been out?”
“About a week.”
“A week ?”
From the heaviness of your body and severity of your wounds, you assumed it had been much, much longer.
“Did you get my message? The address? What-“
“One thing at a time, princess,” he laughed. “A lot happened while you were asleep.”
“Really?”
“Well, for a start, UA’s reputation has taken a nosedive. Almost all of the students at the camp were injured-“ he reached for your shoulders as you flinched at the news, “-they’re fine, don’t worry!”
“Ragdoll,” you whispered, remembering the way she had told you to run, “is she-“
Get out of here, (Name). Tell the others!
Hizashi’s grave expression was all you needed to know. You clapped a hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you whispered, Hizashi letting go of your shoulders and holding you to his chest. “It wasn’t…”
“I know, sweetie, I know. We don’t have to talk about it anymore.”
“No, I need to know,” you said, wiping your eyes. “Is she dead?”
You needed closure.
“No,” said Hizashi, “she and Bakugo were taken away by the League of Villains. Ragdoll lost her quirk, but Bakugo was rescued in time…in part because someone led us straight to their front door.”
“Poor Ragdoll,” you sniffed. “And Bakugo? Is he…”
“He’s going to be fine,” said Hizashi. “The League wanted to recruit him, but no such luck.”
You knew from conversations with Shouta exactly how volatile he could be. It was naive to think villains wouldn’t have noticed it too.
“Wait,” you said, “Shouta...”
Had he been caught up in the villain attack? Was he okay? You remembered dialling his number too.
Hizashi frowned, which only added fuel to the fire.
“Hiz...Hizashi? I-“
You willed him to tell you Shouta was fine, that he hadn’t thrown himself into danger. You knew him too well to believe that, though. You remembered how angry you had been with him after the events of USJ; how quickly he had thrown himself into the line of fire to protect his students.
Your throat tightened and you snapped the bracelet against the inside of your wrist.
“He’s fine,” said Hizashi. “Came out of it with nothin’ but bruises. Thing is, though…because of everything that’s happened in the last few months...a lot of people have lost faith in UA. We’ve grown negligent, taken peace for granted…”
“What are you saying?”
“Something happened the night they rescued Bakugo,” he said. “All Might’s power. It’s gone.”
“ Gone ?”
“I don’t know all of the details,” he said, “only that he can’t use his quirk to fight anymore. He’s going to retire soon. Without him, though…”
You shuddered, knowing exactly where this was going. All Might had maintained Japan’s low crime rate for decades. His departure from the hero ranks would almost certainly create a power vacuum on both sides.
“What does that have to do with Shouta?”
“Well, as I said, UA’s reputation has well and truly tanked,” said Hizashi. “Sho, Nezu, Vlad and All Might are going to visit the students today...try and persuade their parents to let them come back.”
You tried to absorb the news, habitually snapping the bracelet on your wrist to keep you grounded.
“Is he...okay?”
Shouta would blame himself for this. You knew that much without having to ask and Hizashi chuckled under his breath.
“As good as anyone can be when their lady’s in the ICU.”
Your heart skipped a beat at that. You remembered plotting with the Pussycats, the strategy they had put in place so the two of you could talk alone.
You’d never mentioned your feelings for Shouta to Hizashi. You’d never told him the pair of you had slept together. Before leaving for summer camp, you didn’t think you had never given him any reason to suspect you might have been Shouta’s ‘lady’.
Of course, the more you thought about it, the more obvious it seemed. You remembered calling him ‘Shouta’ in conversation without realising; remembered probing Hizashi for his address. Hizashi wasn’t an idiot and knew Shouta better than you ever would. It was naive to think he wouldn’t have noticed something was off about the two of you.
“You knew about that, huh?”
“You kiddin’? I don’t get how anyone could meet you and not fall in love with you.”
His words were so sincere that you giggled.
“I’m serious,” he said. “Did you know you have your own background music? What’s it like having cherubs sing behind you every time you take a step?”
“Stop it,” you said, face flushing red, “you’re making me blush!!”
“Good,” he said, kissing your forehead.
“Say, Hizashi.”
“Mm?”
“Don’t call me Shouta’s lady like I can’t be yours as well.”
There was no point dancing around the point now. You were well past the stage of breaking it to him gently.
For a second, you wondered if you’d made a mistake. He sat incredibly still, breath warm against your forehead. Slowly, he lowered his face, touching his forehead to yours as he caught your lips.
“Hizashi,” you murmured into his open mouth as he broke the contact.
“Sssh,” he said, cupping your face and moving in to kiss you again, “the cherubs brought out tiny violins.”
“You’re such a dork.”
“Adds to the appeal, don’t ya think?”
You looped your arms around his neck to draw him in deeper and lowered yourself down onto the bed. He crushed his lips against yours, every kiss sending ripples through your core.
It felt so good that you forgot you were in a hospital and why you were there. In that moment there was only you, Hizashi and months of lost time.
Hizashi slipped a hand under your pyjama shirt, lifting the fabric higher to expose your scar. He broke away from you and sat up a little to get a good look at it, pouting as you instantly dragged your shirt back down.
“I guess my two piece days are over,” you said, blushing bright red in an attempt to deflect your embarrassment.
You had exactly two scars on your entire body and both were from Moonfish, each as ugly as the other. Hizashi linked his fingers through yours and guided your hand away from your shirt.
“I was just thinking,” he said, exposing your scar, “it makes me kinda nostalgic.”
“Nostalgic? For w-“
You caught his meaning too late, remembering the night you’d slept together. You remembered the moment he dragged off the condom and came across your middle, covering you in spots as ghostly white as the raised skin.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” you squeaked, hiding your face in your hands.
“Am I wrong?”
He prised your hands away from your face, grinning widely. He wasn’t wrong and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“(Name), look at me.”
Against your better judgement, you looked up at him, only for him to lean over and steal a kiss.
“Am I wrong?” he murmured, face inches from yours.
You looked up into his face, slipping a hand out of his and tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
“No.”
You looked into each other’s faces for a while, enjoying the warmth and one another’s presence. You had had so much to say, but the events at the lodge had given you a new perspective. It didn’t matter to you anymore if you said it out loud. Actions spoke far louder than an awkwardly planned confession ever would.
“Let’s get out of here,” you said at last.
“You sure?” said Hizashi, nuzzling his face against your hand. “You were really badly hurt, ya know? Couldn’t hurt to rest for a little longer.”
“No,” you said, motioning for him to get up. “I have work to do.”
You had been gone for a week and the world had fallen apart. The children needed you; your colleagues needed you. They were the future of hero society and had already suffered enough. You couldn’t fix the world or undo the night at the lodge, but at the very least you could give them pats to the head and a sympathetic ear.
~~~~~~
It took a lot of coaxing for the doctors to let you discharge yourself. They insisted that you still needed rest, to which you argued you needed fresh air. You pouted your way through their examinations and tests, insisting you had rested enough. Your wounds weren’t open anymore and you hadn’t been on a ventilator since arriving in Musutafu. You were wobbly on your feet, but you weren’t in danger and you weren’t alone.
“Be careful,” your doctor sighed as you handed over your discharge papers, “your injuries were severe and it’s important you don’t push yourself too much.”
“I’ll be okay,” you said, knowing that he couldn’t stop you even if he wanted to.
“Don’t worry, doc,” said Hizashi, lifting you up into his arms like a newly wedded wife. “I’ve got Recovery Girl on speed dial.”
You giggled as he carried you out of the hospital and into the car park, holding you gently so as not to aggravate your injured side.
“Do you really have Recovery Girl on speed dial?”
“Of course I do,” he said in mock offense, “though I called her so many times this week that I’m pretty sure she blocked me.”
“Wow, should I be jealous?”
Hizashi laughed, stopping in place to kiss you on the lips.
“ Are you jealous?”
“Just surprised,” you said. “I didn’t have Recovery Girl pegged as a cougar.”
The pair of you sniggered as you crossed the car park, arriving at a flashy car that could only belong to Hizashi. He set you down on your feet as he reached for his keys and opened the doors, easing you into the passenger side front seat as if you were made of glass.
“Comfortable?” he asked as he fastened his own seatbelt. “I have some cushions in the back if you want one.”
“You sleep there often?”
“Only when I’ve got company!”
The ride home was a short one, though you made sure to absorb every detail; the soft synthwave music playing through the car radio; the city’s afternoon glow; Hizashi’s hand slipping into yours whenever you hit traffic.
Hizashi pulled up outside of your house and went on ahead to unlock your front door before helping you inside. You lingered in the doorway, Hizashi a couple of steps behind you.
“You good, little listener?”
“Yeah,” you said, taking a deep breath before crossing the threshold, “it’s just been a while, that’s all.”
Your home was exactly the same as when you’d left it, which shouldn’t have surprised you, yet did all the same. You hadn’t been there for so long that it smelled foreign. You normally didn’t smell the pot pourri or candles you had used to decorate the place, but suddenly they overpowered your senses.
You had left in a hurry, without much time to tidy up. Your breakfast dishes from that morning were still drying on the rack; your pyjamas lay abandoned in the laundry basket. You had left your laptop on the kitchen table, a pamphlet for Yamanashi next to it.
It was like a perfectly preserved time capsule and Hizashi wrapped an arm around your shoulder at your hesitation.
“We can go to my place if you’d like,” he said gently, “if it’s easier.”
“No,” you said, snapping the bracelet against your wrist and taking a few shaky steps towards the couch. “It’s fine.”
You sank down onto your couch, rummaging through your purse as Hizashi pottered around in the kitchen. At some point someone had switched off your phone and you turned it over in your hands, all too aware of how spotlessly clean it was. Someone had scrubbed away the bloody fingerprints, perhaps the same someone who had painted your nails. You spread out your fingers as you powered on your phone, taking note of how carefully it had been done.
Your phone came on at 13% battery, immediately bursting to life with messages, missed calls and voicemails.
You recalled the USJ incident, how overwhelmed you had felt back then when you had been in no danger at all and out of contact for only a few hours. This time you had a week’s worth of notifications to sort through. The groupchat you shared with your girlfriends had exploded; you had voicemails and missed calls from your brother, as well as a few from your mom. You had missed calls from Hizashi and Nemuri, though one name cropped up more than any other. Shouta seemed to have called you multiple times a day every day since the incident.
“Hey,” said Hizashi, sitting down next to you with a cup of steaming tea, “enough of that.”
He prised the phone out of your grip and set it down on the coffee table, slipping the tea into your hands instead.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, though for the tea or the intervention you weren’t quite sure.
~~~~
Several hours later, you sipped ice water at the izakaya, Hizashi peering out from your booth to the doors.
As a morale boost, he had invited the other teachers to the izakaya for drinks that evening. If the students refused to come back, they could drink away their woes. If they agreed, they could raise a toast to the new school year.
He hadn’t expected you to be awake, much less eager to join them, but you had looked so desperately lonely that he couldn’t refuse. What’s more, he didn’t want to leave you on your own. He never wanted to ever again.
You had gotten there early, long before any of the regulars, much less other teachers. Despite being the one to suggest getting wasted in the first place, Hizashi stuck to soda, not quite so desperate to let loose that he was willing to drive you home drunk.
He stole glances at you every so often, watching for any shiver or grimace of pain. It had seemed like a good idea to steal you away from the hospital at the time. Perhaps it was selfishness on his part, but he wanted to relive the moment of joy when you spoke his name. He could think of no better way to do so than by reuniting you with the other teachers, who needed the excitement now more than ever.
Now, though, he wondered if he’d done the right thing.
After you had finished up your tea, he’d sent you away for a nap. You had been reluctant to go, but he’d insisted, claiming you needed your strength for the partying that night. You’d pouted as he tucked you in, only to fall asleep again in minutes.
For the past few days, Hizashi and Nemuri had taken turns visiting your hospital bed. They both had lesson planning to do, though nothing they couldn’t do remotely. Shouta had visited a few times as well, though lesson planning and dealing with the fallout of Bakugo’s rescue took up almost all of his time.
Hizashi had continued to plot out his schedule while you slept, getting up every so often to poke his head through your bedroom door.
Even now he watched you like a hawk. He knew your movements were slower than usual, that your injured side burned with pain if you stretched too far. He had helped you bathe and dress ahead of the night at the izakaya, only too happy to rinse the smell of the hospital from your hair under the guise of being a pervert.
It was a useful facade, for whenever you caught him glancing in your direction, all he had to do was slip a hand onto your thigh and tell you you were pretty to deflect how concerned he still was and likely would be for the rest of your lives.
Nemuri was the first to arrive, massaging her shoulders as she stood at the bar. She glanced around the room to see who else had arrived and waved at Hizashi, unable to see you because of the angle of the booth.
She cursed as she arrived at the table, beers under her arm as well as a portion of garlic fries.
“Wake me up when the-” she grumbled as she arrived at the booth, freezing in place when she saw you sitting there.
“Hi,” you said, to which she let out a shriek of joy and threw herself into the seat beside you.
“It’s you!” she cried out, trapping you in a tight hug that she swiftly reconsidered. “It’s really you!”
“Yep,” you said as she pressed your head against her chest and carded her fingers through your hair, “it’s really me.”
“How did you... when did you?!”
She glanced from you to Hizashi, suspicion and joy playing out across her face. You had been fast asleep the last time she visited you, fingers occasionally twitching.
“This morning,” said Hizashi, leaning back against the walls of the booth and sipping his soda.
He’d considered texting her with the news, but you had been sleeping at the time and he knew she’d come right over. He’d considered texting Shouta too but decided against it. It would come across as incredibly unprofessional if a text came through while he was speaking to a concerned parent, after all. In the end, for better or worse, selfish or otherwise, he’d left it as a surprise.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” she said, tears rolling down her face. “Pinch me.”
You pinched her arm and she cupped your face, swiftly squishing you against her again.
“I’m coming to stay with you for the next few days,” she said, “we can watch movies, I can do the cooking-”
“Nemuri, she just got out of the hospital.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, glowering at Hizashi and stroking your hair. “(Name), just ignore him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Hizashi protested the point, though you barely paid attention, catching only the occasional word here and there. Nemuri combed her fingers through your hair, defending both her honour and cooking skills.
“Honestly,” she said at last, reaching up to touch her own cheek. “I should go and fix my makeup. (Name), you come too!”
Neither you nor Hizashi commented on the fact that her makeup was fine and you weren’t wearing any.
~~~~
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
Nemuri paused, eyeliner pen in hand.
“Whatever do you mean?”
She had lifted you up onto the counter to get a better angle, silently painting away the dark circles under your eyes and returning the colour to your cheeks.
You spread out your fingers, flashing your scarlet fingernails.
“Guilty as charged,” she said. “It was the least I could do, considering…”
You remembered the last conversation you had had with her, right before you had rushed out of the door to meet Shouta and take on her duties as chaperone. She had sounded so upset over the phone; you had gone without a second thought.
“You couldn’t have known what would happen,” you said, tilting your head as she applied the eyeliner. “No one could have.”
“(Name),” she said, swallowing loudly, “the truth is...there was never anything wrong with me. I sent you there because...Hizashi and I wanted you and Aizawa to talk.”
“Huh?”
You had wanted to get Shouta alone, of course, but hadn’t thought of the trip to the lodge as anything more than a lucky break.
Not for the first time that day, you realised exactly how naive you had been. How many conflicts had passed by without your notice? How many sacrifices?
Shouta had pushed you towards Hizashi, Hizashi had pushed you towards Shouta. Both wanted the other to be happy, both wanted the best for all involved.
You laughed, you couldn’t help it. Every moment of hesitation; every second thought; it had always been part of something much bigger. You had always been part of a far more intricate sequence of events and now it was unravelling before your eyes.
You laughed so hard that your eyes blurred with tears, Nemuri joining in soon after.
“I’m such an idiot,” you said. “We’re all such idiots.”
Nemuri laughed with you, doubling over and smudging your makeup in the process.
“It’s really been that simple the whole time,” you spluttered, “ all this time .”
You laughed until your side hurt and you sucked in a deep breath, touching your hand to the spot as Nemuri ran a makeup wipe over your smudged eyeliner.
“Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Speak to Aizawa at the lodge.”
“Oh,” you said. “No. The attack happened before…”
Nemuri tossed aside the wipe and folded her arms with a smirk.
“Seems to me that you three have a lot to talk about,” she said, glancing from you to the makeup bag. “I need to rethink this...I need to rethink all of this .”
She reached for different eyeshadows and fresh brushes, ready to paint you in different colours.
“You listen to me, kitten,” she said, reaching for lipstick, “if they mess around with you like this again…” she ran her thumb over your bottom lip, “you come to me.”
Her thumb was warm against your lip, gentle enough to tickle but hard enough to bring heat to your cheeks.
Was she...
Surely she wasn’t...
Surely she didn't…
Your eyes darted from her slender fingers to the bright red polish coating her nails; the same shade she had used to paint your own. She smelled intoxicatingly sweet, like the fancy soap stores you often passed in Roppongi, the ones that left their doors wide open to lure in passers by with exotic fragrances.
Right then you felt just as curious; imagination wandering to paths never taken and decisions never made. A different lover in a different bathroom...maybe even this one.
“O-okay.”
~~~~~
Night had fallen by the time Shouta arrived at the izakaya, loosening off his tie with a grunt. He hadn’t bothered to hide the fact that he didn’t want to go. He could think of a dozen or more things he’d rather be doing. He had lesson planning to do, streets to patrol and that was without mention of stopping by the hospital. Your transfer to Musutafu made things a lot more convenient in theory, though his schedule had been so unforgiving that he still hadn’t been able to visit as much as he wanted to.
He walked towards the bar, ready to order something fruity and deceptively strong. For a moment at least, he wanted to distract himself from the chaos of the past few weeks.
“Sho,” said Hizashi, stepping out from a booth and draping an arm across his shoulders. “You made it!”
“Looks that way,” he said, eyes immediately darting around the room.
It had been a few days since they’d slept together and, in truth, he was still waiting for it to feel wrong. Hizashi had never been a stranger to putting an arm around his shoulders or reaching for his arm, but there was something different about his touches now. Shouta half expected everyone in the izakaya to stop what they were doing and stare in disgust, yet they carried on as if nothing had happened. Snipe and Nemuri faced off against each other on one of the arcade machines while Cementoss and Vlad played pool. Thirteen was sitting in a nearby booth with Ectoplasm, engrossed in a game of poker. All Might and Nezu discussed the day’s events, drinks long forgotten.
Shouta wasn’t used to public displays of affection. He wasn’t used to dating or letting down his guard. He had brushed off any of Hizashi’s attempts to hold hands, had been deliberately non-committal in arranging dates, and all because it felt like a betrayal. He wasn’t ashamed of being with another man, didn’t care that said man happened to be Hizashi. He did, however, care a good deal about doing either of those things without your blessing.
He didn’t want to commit to another person without hearing what it was you’d had to say that day at the lodge. He had told himself that you were better off not knowing how far you had gotten under his skin, but he didn’t believe himself anymore. He wanted the first thing you heard from him to be a prayer: a prayer that you wouldn’t leave him again; a prayer that you would forgive him for every time he had pushed you away and been upset when you didn’t follow.
Hizashi, who not only knew him better than he knew himself but had found himself in a similar predicament, didn’t push. Shouta told himself he would thank him for it when all of this was over.
“Listen,” said Hizashi, expression grave as he flagged down the bartender, “don’t freak out, okay?”
“Freak out? About what?”
“Hmmm...well…”
“You can’t just tell me not to freak out without context.”
“Uhhhh...well...the thing is…(Name) woke up earlier on today.”
Shouta’s eyes widened. He was glad he hadn’t yet ordered a drink, for he was certain it would have shattered on the floor.
“I have to go,” he said without a moment’s hesitation. “I need to-”
He moved to leave, only to look back in surprise as Hizashi took hold of his arm.
“What are you doing? Let me go.”
Before this, Hizashi had encouraged him to go and see you. Why was he stopping him now?
“She discharged herself,” he said. “You won’t find her there.”
“She what ,” said Shouta, pulling his arm away. “That idiot , what was she thinking?”
“Wait,” said Hizashi, grabbing his arm again, “where are you going now?”
“Where do you think? I’m going to her house,” he said. “What if she tries to cook something and passes out by the oven? What if she tries to take a bath and dr-”
“Sho,” said Hizashi, looking more than a little bit offended, “you won’t find her there either.”
Shouta blinked, contemplating where else you might have gone. Had you gone to your parents’ house? No, he knew for a fact that it was unlikely. He paid close attention to just about everything you said and you hadn’t exactly made a secret of how little contact you had with your immediate family.
Had Hizashi set you up at his place? Had Nemuri taken you to hers?
Where were you?
He needed to talk to you, needed to wipe the last memory of you from his imagination. He didn’t want to speak your name and immediately think of you pinned to a tree. He didn’t want to remember your voice as a croak of despair.
Hizashi chewed at his bottom lip and Shouta’s imagination ran wild.
Was this his weird way of telling him you’d died?
“She’s over there,” said Hizashi at last, nodding his head towards All Might’s booth.
Shouta’s blood ran cold.
No way.
No fucking way.
He had wanted to speak to you so badly for so long. He’d wanted to see you up and about on your feet, back at UA as if nothing had happened. Now that you were there, though, in the same room and surrounded by other teachers, he didn’t trust himself to look at you. What if he fell to pieces like he had on that night at the lodge?
“You okay?” said Hizashi, prodding at his arm.
“I’m fine,” he said with a sigh. “Just...”
He wasn’t prepared to be vulnerable in plain sight. He didn’t know how he’d react when he saw you.
“Okay,” said Hizashi. “Hear me out…”
~~~~~
The past week had passed by you in a second, yet it felt like you hadn’t seen your colleagues in years and apparently the feeling was mutual. You found yourself on the receiving end of more hugs than you could count, more pats to the head in half an hour than you had received in the past twenty years.
That was without mention of your ever expanding collection of ice water. Everyone wanted to buy you a drink and you knew for a fact you couldn’t drink them all.
You ran your fingers through the condensation on your nearest glass as All Might and Nezu discussed the home visits, eyes darting to the izakaya doors every time they opened.
You had expected Shouta to arrive with All Might and struggled to contain your disappointment when that wasn’t the case. The more time passed, the more nervous you became. Part of you hated the idea of the first years’ hard work and training going to waste, but you didn’t know what you would do in their parents’ position. If your child went through the same experiences as 1-A and B, would you allow them to go back? Would your need to protect them overpower your need to see them happy?
You were biased and you knew it.
It was almost a relief when Hizashi came back to the booth and reached out an arm.
“C’mon, Little Listener,” he said, guiding you out of the booth and onto your feet, “let’s stretch those legs and greet your adoring public!”
You linked your arm through his and used his weight to steady your own, grateful for the prospect of leaving the booth even temporarily. You had been sitting there for so long that you were pretty sure it had remolded your butt.
“This way,” said Hizashi, leading you past the arcade machine and jukebox, through a side door that led outside to the back of the izakaya.
You took a gulp of fresh air, relishing the coolness against your skin.
“You okay, sweetness?”
“Yeah,” you said. “It’s good to see everyone again.”
He laughed softly, patting his hand over the one you had linked through his.
“ Almost everyone,” he said, pointing out a shadowy figure further along the street. You followed his gaze, eyes blurring with tears.
You would have known that silhouette anywhere.
You had wanted to see Shouta for so long; had wanted to speak to him for longer. There he was, right in front of you, and none of it seemed real.
He looked good , dressed up in a suit, though plainly tired of it, for he had taken off his tie and unfastened his top two buttons, leaving his collarbones on full display. You realised this was the first time you’d seen him with his hair up since Ego and, in all honesty, you were surprised your knees didn’t buckle.
“I’ll leave you to it,” said Hizashi, clapping his hands together and stepping back into the izakaya, leaving the pair of you completely alone.
You stared at Shouta; he stared at you, neither of you quite believing this was happening.
“I,” you said at last, “the thing is…”
You never got to finish your sentence, for Shouta moved, stepping closer and resting his head on your shoulder. For a moment, you were sure your heart stopped.
“Forgive me,” he murmured into your neck, voice rumbling against your skin. You closed your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks.
You considered asking him what it was he wanted forgiveness for, though decided against it. He’d spent the entire day apologising for events out of his control and this wasn’t the time to dwell on them even more.
You reached up to cradle his body, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other combing through his hair.
“Okay,” you whispered back, saying nothing of the wetness against your neck from tears that were not your own.
He lifted his head and touched his forehead to yours, catching your lips in his in a kiss that consumed every inch of you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes; a kiss you wanted to burn you to ashes and scatter you on the evening air; a kiss you would remember with perfect clarity for the rest of your life, long after other details of that night lay forgotten.
~~~~
You stayed at the izakaya for another hour or two, Hizashi’s jacket draped over your shoulders while both he and Shouta hovered in your general vicinity like a pair of mother hens.
All Might and Nezu were the first to leave, staying only for a couple of rounds and catch up with Shouta, followed a short while later by Thirteen. Nemuri, who had had more than a little bit to drink by that point, tried to persuade everyone else to finish up the night at a club. Ordinarily, Hizashi would have said yes, but he had other responsibilities today, namely getting you home and finally hashing it out with you and Shouta.
He didn’t speak much at all on the drive to your house, glancing at you in his rear view mirror every time you hit traffic lights. He wanted to reach out for Shouta’s hand as he had yours; to congratulate him properly for his hard work that day. Once or twice, as you leaned your head against the passenger side window and drifted in and out of sleep, he reached in Shouta’s direction, only to pass it off as resting his hand against the gear stick.
Even if he did make contact, he knew Shouta wouldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t do anything without your knowledge. It was exactly the sort of honour he loved him for, but did nothing to warm his fingertips. Hizashi loved to touch and be touched; he liked being on the receiving end of attention almost as much as he liked giving it out. Not being able to touch Shouta was like being starved of oxygen and he felt himself wither with every second that passed.
It was a relief when they finally arrived at your house, Shouta lifting you up into his arms as you rifled through your purse for the key.
Hizashi followed the pair of you inside, watching as Shouta set you down on the couch and slipped off your shoes with a good deal of care- far more care than he ever afforded himself.
“We need to talk,” Shouta said as you rubbed your eyes.
“Sho,” said Hizashi, suddenly paranoid that you would be too tired for such an important conversation.
You sat up straight, though - of course you did - not quite wide awake, but coherent.
“It’s okay,” you said. “Let’s talk.”
The three of you sat in silence for a while. None of you had ever imagined getting this far.
Finally, Shouta broke it.
“I fucked Hizashi,” he said, so bluntly that Hizashi choked on his own spit.
“Hey, you...you don’t have to put it like that!”
“Why not,” shrugged Shouta. “It’s what happened.”
“Well yes, but...it sounds so dirty .”
For Hizashi, at least, it had been more than just fucking and even though he knew Shouta wasn’t an overly sentimental kind of guy, the notion that he felt otherwise prickled at his skin. He had been one too many people’s one night stand for it not to.
You glanced from Hizashi to Shouta with an unreadable expression. Finally, you nodded, crossing one leg over the other in the pose you very often took at your desk.
“Okay.”
Hizashi was sure his stomach fell through the floor. He’d expected you to be shocked, hurt or at the very least confused. He hadn’t expected your reaction to be so subdued.
“Does it bother you?” said Shouta.
“Why would it?”
“Well...uh…”
Hizashi glanced from you to Shouta, increasingly agitated by both of your poker faces. You were normally far more expressive than this and it was making him nervous.
“I fucked Hizashi too,” you shrugged and it took everything in him not to gasp.
It was one thing for Shouta to say it, but you?
“Does it bother you two?” you said. “That I’ve slept with you both.”
“Of course not,” said Hizashi, so quickly that it was a surprise even to himself.
The idea of being upset with you and Shouta for sleeping with each other was absurd. He wasn’t even completely upset that you’d kept it from him for so long. Shouta hadn’t been upset by the revelation that you had slept with him either, accepting it as easily as if he’d been told the pair of you had gone to the movies or eaten dinner.
“Then why should it bother me ?”
“We’re both men,” said Shouta almost immediately, to which you finally broke out into a smile.
“Trust me, I’ve noticed.”
“If we did it again...would it bother you?”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Yes,” said Shouta, once again without any sort of hesitation.
“ Really ?” said Hizashi, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Sure.”
You sighed and rubbed your temples, adjusting your weight on the couch. Both Hizashi and Shouta stepped forwards to help but you waved them away.
“It’s okay with me,” you said. “It’s not like I own either of you. You don’t need my permission.”
“No, but I want it,” said Shouta, stubborn as ever.
You pushed yourself up from the couch and folded your arms, wrapping your fingers in the sleeves of Hizashi’s jacket.
“Do you remember how all of this began?”
“ Ego ,” said Shouta.
“No, before that,” you said, shaking your head. “When I got dumped...it made me question everything. Akira told me he didn’t want to settle down, he didn’t want to lock himself into a particular path...and I hated him for it. I thought I wasn’t good enough, that I was boring, that my entire life until that point had been a waste of time…”
“(Name),” said Hizashi, but you waved him off.
“I understand it now, though,” you said. “It was never really about Akira. It’s just...up until then I’d always been the one who settled. I was always the one who made sacrifices and hard choices. I was always the one who caved. Up until Ego I’d never done anything self indulgent. I’d never thrown caution to the wind and chased something I wanted. Until then I’d shaped myself to fit other people, because at some point I’d convinced myself that everything I actually wanted was silly or an imposition.”
You breathed a heavy sigh, cheeks flushing a bright pink.
“I want both of you,” you said. “I don’t want to choose or settle. Life’s too short to talk yourself out of doing things that make you happy. If you want to choose, I’ll support it, but don’t feel like you have to because of me.”
Hizashi looked across at Shouta. Shouta looked at him. Both of them turned to look at you and all of the confidence melted from your body.
“That is…” you said, shuffling on the spot, “I mean…”
“This is new territory,” said Hizashi at last, “it’ll take time to figure it out.”
“If it doesn’t work we can just reset,” shrugged Shouta, “it’s not a problem.”
“We’ll need to,” you said, trying and failing to stifle a yawn, “....go over boundaries.”
“We can have a longer conversation about it tomorrow,” said Hizashi, as you rubbed your eyes. “It’s been a long day.”
He reached into his pocket for his car keys, turning to Shouta with a knowing look.
Hizashi had had you all to himself for much of the day. It was only fair that Shouta got some time too, especially considering how much you likely still had to talk about. He doubted either of you would declare your undying love in an alley behind the izakaya.
“I’m heading home,” he said, “you two...don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
~~~~
After Hizashi left, you and Shouta fell into a comfortable silence. He helped you into your pyjamas and tucked you up in bed, planting kisses on your forehead any time you got close enough. It was so casually affectionate that you thought your heart might burst and you quite deliberately turned your face to his for more attention.
Your heart sank, though, when he actually tucked you in.
“I’ll be right next door,” he said, backing away, “call me if you need anything.”
You glanced from your bed to him, finally pulling back the sheets and motioning for him to come closer. You had wanted to hold onto him for what felt like an eternity and you weren’t going to pass up the chance now that it was right in front of you.
“Come here,” you said, patting the space next to you. “Get in.”
He considered it, the dilemma visibly playing out across his face.
“Fine,” he said, “move over that way.”
You did exactly that, wondering what his motives were. It would have been easier for him to take the side you pointed out to him. Had he picked the other side for no other reason than to be contrarian? It wasn’t outside the realms of possibility, but you had a feeling that wasn’t the case.
He unbuttoned his shirt and dragged it from his shoulders, exposing the sharp angles and scars of his body. This wasn’t the first time he’d done so in this room and heat pooled inside of you at the memory. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself staring then, either. You had seen the scar on his face from USJ, but not the mark on his elbow. You skimmed over the ripples in his skin, the same discoloration as on your own body.
Realisation sank in.
Shouta did indeed have a reason for choosing that side of the bed and it was far simpler than you might have imagined.
Anyone who broke into your house would have to pass your couch. Shouta had picked the side of the bed that was closest to the door. Anyone who came in would have to go through him to get to you.
You lifted up the covers so he could crawl in beside you, heart skipping a beat as he rested his head on the pillow. He looked at you in confusion, no doubt feeling your eyes on him.
“What is it?”
You rested your head on his chest.
“Nothing.”
In this situation, Hizashi would surely have pestered you for an answer. Shouta was almost certainly curious, but he didn’t say so, instead combing strands of hair out of your face in an attempt to see more of you.
You closed your eyes and listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, the warmth of his body enclosing yours. He held you close, though not so tightly that it hurt, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you to sleep.
You fell asleep safe and warm, with a peaceful expression that Shouta watched long into early morning.
~~~~~~
A week passed.
Your energy returned, albeit slowly. It took the best part of a day to get through your notifications and update your friends and family on your condition, much less make the time to have them over. It took all of your energy on that first day to make a single pot of tea, much less make conversation.
Nemuri, true to her word, stopped in every morning to make breakfast and help with laundry. Her cooking wasn’t the best and you found yourself redoing the laundry more often than not, but her heart was in the right place and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn down her offer.
Hizashi created a group chat with you, Shouta and himself as the only members. You knew exactly what it was for the moment you received an invitation, smiling at the emojis he had used as a title: 🐱 🎤 👑
If you were all going to date it made sense to have a group chat, though it made your stomach flutter nonetheless. You still couldn’t quite believe you’d signed up for this, much less that Hizashi and Shouta were just as up for it as you were.
It didn’t sink in even as the three of you ordered food and worked over the final details, which in the end took only a matter of minutes. You were all fairly laid back when it came to preferences and boundaries. You didn’t mind who slept with who or how many dates you had with each other. You were all busy for one reason or another and there was no point in keeping score.
You discussed threesomes last of all. Given your triangular relationship, it had always only been a matter of time before it cropped up in conversation. You and Shouta had never had one, while Hizashi’s experience mostly amounted to drunken fumbling with beautiful strangers. He’d never done it with anyone he wanted to date, much less anyone he actually was . It was new territory for everyone and all three of you were nervous for different reasons.
You agreed that if you were to test run something of that nature, it made sense to do so before the next school term. The teachers would become incredibly busy almost overnight and, while Nezu had gotten you a temporary replacement for the first couple of weeks, you would have just as much to catch up on when you returned.
And so it was that Hizashi sent an address to the group chat, one sent you flushing a bright pink.
👑: You do realise that’s a love hotel?
🎤: Yup! Best for it to be on neutral ground, don’t you think?
👑: I guess you’re right .
🎤: Plus, this one has alllllll kinds of facilities. They have a minibar, they sell toys at the counter, they have every kind of lube and condom you can dream of...it’s the perfect place for de p r a v i t y
👑: what do you think, Shouta?
🐱: whatever
🎤: Then it’s settled! We’re going to have so much fun! 🎉 🎉 🎉
You lowered your phone into your lap with a giggle, which prompted Nemuri to look over from the kitchen with a raised eyebrow.
She hadn’t asked too many questions about who it was you were always texting, mostly because she hadn’t needed to. Hizashi and Shouta took turns staying the night with you long after the strength returned to your legs. It never progressed any further than cuddles and they were always gone before she arrived, but you knew she wasn’t a fool and had likely already guessed what was going on. You’d agreed to tell her once the dust had settled and you’d figured things out.
“Something funny?”
“Somewhere, at this very moment, I’m pretty sure Shouta’s questioning his life choices,” you said between giggles.
“Ahhh,” she said, reaching into your cupboard for dishes, “must be Tuesday.”
~~~~
However nervous you might have been about going to the love hotel paled in comparison to how it felt when you actually arrived.
You had spent hours going through your wardrobe, wondering what on earth to wear. Hizashi was quick to remind you that whatever you wore would end up on the bedroom floor anyway, which did little to quell your nerves. You wanted tonight to be special; the kind of night you revisited over and over to better enjoy each detail. In the end, you settled on a simple dress and shoes, with the fanciest lingerie you owned underneath.
Your stomach fluttered as you caught sight of your reflection while you were getting dressed, the anticipation of the night ahead almost too much to bear. After tonight everything would be different for what you prayed would be the right reasons.
You bobbed on your heels as Hizashi booked you in, glancing around at your surroundings. It didn’t look any different to any ordinary hotel, though you weren’t sure why such a thing surprised you. You had heard stories of people spending the night in one by accident, as well as people who took advantage of the cheap rate to do so on purpose.
You glanced across at Shouta to see if he was as nervous as you, only to see him examining one of the posters on the wall. From the looks of things, the hotel offered themed rooms as well as generic ones and while some of the themes were pretty run of the mill, some were far more unusual. They had a dinosaur themed room and an aquarium, as well as a superhero room designed to look like a back alley.
They also had a cat themed one, complete with fluffy pink bed sheets and equally fluffy cat themed lingerie, which seemed to have grabbed Shouta’s attention the most. You made a mental note to do some online shopping at the next opportunity.
“Let’s go!” said Hizashi at last, dangling a key labelled 215.
You took a deep breath and followed him through the building, taking note of the luxurious interiors. You’d expected it to look seedy and the reality was quite jarring.
“Who’s excited?!” Hizashi cried out as you took the lift to the second floor. “This is going to be awesome!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, but even he fell silent when you stepped inside of your room for the night.
This...this was everything you had expected and more besides. Everything you looked at was more obscene than the last.
The room was bright red, with silk sheets and a mirror on the ceiling. There was a pole and set of couches in the right hand corner, as well as bookcases full of erotica. Across from the bed was an enormous flat screen television and a cabinet underneath it that you knew without looking contained porn.
Hizashi fiddled with the switches on the wall, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the spotlights on the floor and ceiling, all three of you taking a step back when one switch made the room rumble. The ceiling mirror shifted and a set of straps lowered through the gap.
“Is that…” you whispered.
“It’s a sex swing!” cried out Hizashi, unable to contain his excitement.
You had only ever heard of them until now and mostly as a joke. Hizashi rushed across the room to test the straps, looping his wrists into the cuffs and hoisting his weight up off the floor, laughing as he began to swing as if the three of you were in a playground and not a room full of sin.
On the leftmost side of the room was a wooden divider screen, with multiple wardrobes behind it. You approached them slowly, morbidly curious about what you might find inside.
What you actually found there made you cry out in glee.
“Oh my god,” you said, rummaging through the drawers. “Oh my god!!!”
“What is it?” said Hizashi, trying to unravel himself from the swing.
“It’s...oh my god. They have costumes.”
“Oh? You gonna be a dominatrix for us?”
“No, you don't understand,” you said, stepping out from behind the divider. “They have costumes.”
Both Hizashi and Shouta’s eyes widened when they saw what you were wearing. You’d found a familiar spiked leather jacket and gloves, as well as the shades to match the set.
“Hey, hey, hey listeners,” you called out in your best Present Mic impression. “It’s a beeeeeeutiful day to boogie!”
Hizashi was delighted; he struck a pose of his own.
“Put on your dancin’ shoes and happy smiles,” he said, “tonight we’re going Plus Ultra style!”
“I knew it was a bad idea for you two to spend time together,” sighed Shouta, rummaging through the mini bar.
“Are you saying there’s not enough room for two Present Mics?” Hizashi pouted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“I don’t think the world is big enough for one .”
Shouta pulled out three beers and unscrewed the lids, passing one to you and another to Hizashi.
“Cheers,” you said, taking a long sip before setting the bottle down on the nearest surface.
Hizashi and Shouta did the same, the reality of what you were about to do sinking in.
“Anyone want to back out?” said Hizashi.
“Nope,” you said, Shouta shaking his head along with you.
“Okay,” said Hizashi, “in that case, let’s set the mood .”
You stripped off the leather jacket and gloves, watching as Hizashi played around with the various switches in the room. He returned the sex swing to its original position and fixed the lighting, choosing a setting that left the room in a soft light that resembled candles.
Shouta pulled the pillows from the bed and set them down on the nearest couch, fluffing them up as you slipped behind the divider screen and unfastened the zipper of your dress. You slipped it off your shoulders and down to the floor, excitement rushing through you at the knowledge that neither Hizashi nor Shouta had noticed yet.
You rearranged your hair, taking a deep breath before stepping out and perching on the end of the bed, stretching like a cat and waiting for them to turn and look at you.
It was Shouta who noticed first, turning from the couch and freezing on the spot. You flashed him a knowing smile and he reached out for Hizashi, who was searching through his phone for the perfect playlist.
“...so I’ve been putting this together for the past few days. I wanted something that was mellow but had a bit of a beat and-ow!”
Shouta poked him in the ribs and pointed in your direction, prompting Hizashi to almost drop his phone.
“I seem to have lost my dress,” you said, crossing both arms over your chest in pretend modesty. “Won’t you help me?”
“O-o-o-of course,” said Hizashi, “though for what’s worth, you seem to be doing just fine without it.”
Shouta sank down into a chair at the foot of the bed, reaching for his beer as Hizashi climbed up onto the bed behind you.
“You look,” he said. “I’ll supervise.”
Hizashi’s breath was warm against the back of your neck and you shivered as he planted kisses along your exposed back.
“Maybe it’s hiding behind your ears,” he said, lifting your hair and swirling his tongue around your earlobe. “Hmmm...nope.”
“Maybe this one,” you said, tapping your finger against the opposite ear and giggling at the tickle of his lips against your ear.
“No,” he said, sounding genuinely forlorn even as he kissed the back of your neck. “Not there. Perhaps… maybe...”
He looped his fingers through your bra’s fastening and unhooked it with ease. Your bra dropped down onto your lap and you tossed it aside, watching as Shouta leaned back in his chair and sipped his beer, an expression of satisfaction across his face as Hizash looped his hands around your middle and reached up to give your breasts a squeeze.
“Not here either,” he said, tightening his grip on your nipples and grazing his teeth against your shoulder. “Where else might it be?”
He slipped his arms under yours, maneuvering them into his line of sight and turning your hands so they were palm up.
“Not here,” he said, spreading your fingers in the same way you wanted him to spread your legs, “my my, we are in a pickle.”
He set your hands back down and moved a little further up the bed, leaning over to pull at your shoulders so that you followed. He guided you up onto your knees and tossed his own shirt to one side before resting a hand over your lower stomach. He snaked his free hand over your breasts, burying his lips in your neck as his other hand dipped into your underwear.
“Is it in here, perhaps?” he purred, slipping his fingers into your folds and earning a gasp from you in response. “Hmmm…”
He slipped a single, exploratory finger into you and you nibbled your bottom lip, remembering the last time he had gone down on you. You’d been a shivering, shuddering mess afterwards and you couldn’t wait to experience it a second time.
“What do you think, Sho?” he asked, glancing across at Shouta, who had cast aside his beer in favour of reaching into his pants.
“I think you should get a better look,” he said, resting his free elbow on the arm of the chair and resting his chin in his hand.
“Roger that,” said Hizashi, taking his hand out of your underwear. “Lay back for me, princess.”
You obeyed, rolling over onto your back so that your head rested at the foot of the bed, facing out towards Shouta.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, easing your panties down your thighs and over your ankles before tossing them over to Shouta, who held them up to the light, admiring the way the soft light shone through the pattern.
You blushed, heat pooling deep inside of your core as Hizashi planted a kiss between your breasts, hair tickling over your lower stomach as he spread your legs wide to expose your cunt.
The chill of being so thoroughly exposed lasted only a second; Hizashi ran his tongue over your clit before it could truly register. You gasped, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair and catching your reflection in the mirror on the ceiling.
You knew for a fact what was happening; you knew you were there, you knew who you were with. You saw your face, your naked breasts, the lacy stockings you had yet to remove and Hizashi’s head bobbing between your thighs. Even so, you didn’t recognise yourself.
You released Hizashi’s hair and spread your arms across the bed, watching as the girl in the mirror did the same. You watched the pleasure play out across her face, the muscles in Hizashi’s back shifting as he reached to slip in a finger. You cried out and so did the girl on the ceiling, back arching from the bed.
You could see Shouta too, jerking his cock in time to Hizashi’s movements. You watched the ceiling, watched as Hizashi took note of your silence and followed your gaze.
“Ah hah,” he said, waving at your reflections. “So Sho isn’t the only one who likes to watch!”
You blushed and turned your head to look at Shouta. You were on your back, so he was upside down, but the intensity when your eyes met was no different than usual. Before you knew it, you were reaching out to him, willing him to come over. You wanted to feel his hands against your body as well, wanted to see all three of your naked bodies on the ceiling.
You didn’t speak a single word of invitation, but you didn’t have to. He got to his feet and kicked off his pants and underwear, showing off how hard he had gotten just from watching.
Hizashi sat back, wiping your juices from his lips.
“Nice of you to join us,” he said, letting you relax your legs and roll over onto your side. Shouta approached the bed and you reached for his dick, propping yourself up on your elbow to coax him closer. He climbed up onto the bed and sat down on his knees, providing the perfect angle for you to run your tongue over his hardness.
You hadn’t tasted his cock before. Technically speaking, you hadn’t tasted Hizashi’s either. You had dipped a finger into the pool of cum he left on you while he was busy running your bath, curiosity and lust overtaking you.
It was too simplistic to say it tasted good or bad. The only way you could describe it was that it tasted of him, sweet and earthy in equal measures.
Shouta’s cock tasted far more bitter, though in a way that was more intriguing than it was unpleasant. He was broad, so broad that you couldn’t take all of him into your mouth without gagging, though you were so intoxicated by him that you were more than willing to try.
Hizashi crawled off the bed and kicked off his own pants, slipping a kiss to the side of Shouta’s mouth before leaning back down onto the sheets. He shuffled his weight until he could comfortably rest his head between your thighs, lifting one of your legs up onto his shoulders before returning to his earlier ministrations.
Maybe it was the change in angle; the moans you dragged from Shouta every time you moved your head. Maybe it was the way Shouta used his position to grip onto Hizashi’s hard cock. Whatever the case, you found yourself quaking at the prospect of everything to come. You could feel your stomach churning in anticipation; the wet sound of your lips on Shouta’s skin combined with the wet feel of Hizashi’s lips against your clit sending shudders of pleasure down your spine.
The first time you came, it was like butterflies in your belly, sending shockwaves through your middle that teased at what was to come. You moaned onto Shouta’s dick, Shouta squeezed Hizashi’s and all three of you groaned at the combined sensation.
“Do you think you’re ready for me, sweetness?” said Hizashi, sitting up from between your legs to look you in the face.
You nodded, rolling over onto your back while he got up to choose a condom from the box beside the bed.
“Hey,” he said, unable to hide his glee, “they have Present Mic ones!”
“Really?”
“Yeah!”
He laughed as he tore open the packaging and pulled it on, still overjoyed as he got back up onto the bed and aligned his hips with yours. He gave your clit a tentative stroke and you raised your hand up to get a good grip on Shouta’s dick from this new angle, jerking it gently even as Hizashi held onto your hips and slid his tip into you. You sighed at the feeling of being stretched, Hizashi slipping himself in and out a little deeper each time.
Both of you moaned the moment you took him to the hilt, as he gave one gentle thrust.
“Oooh, she feels so good, Shouta,” he said. “I’ll get her all nice and warmed up for you!”
Shouta didn’t answer, he was watching the three of you in the ceiling mirror and Hizashi reached for his shoulder.
“Sho,” he said, “earth to Sho.”
Shouta looked down at him, only to be dragged into a searing kiss, one that came with its own soundtrack of moans and flesh hitting flesh. Hizashi thrust his hips into yours with such force that it pushed you up the bed, leaving you little choice but to grip one of Shouta’s legs.
“Okay, little listener?” said Hizashi, breaking the kiss to peer down at you.
“Not going easy on me, are you?”
“What me? Never!”
He slammed his hips into yours and crushed his lips against Shouta’s, all while you moaned and held onto Shouta for dear life. Hizashi held one of your legs in place to secure you further, tangling the other in Shouta’s hair.
You wrapped your free hand around Shouta’s cock, jerking it roughly in time to Hizashi’s thrusts. You looked up, watching the pair of them kiss both above your head and on the ceiling.
Your insides grew tighter still; a spring inside of you ready to unwind.
You weren’t naive enough to believe Hizashi would let you come there and then. Sex was an artform to him and he had had enough time to plan.
“You feel so good, cupcake,” he said, breaking free of the kiss for a second, “Sho’s really missing out.”
He slowed down his thrusts to an agonisingly slow and deep pace that left you gasping into the sheets and digging your nails into the back of Shouta’s legs.
“...listen to that,” Hizashi murmured against Shouta’s lips, forcing him to listen to the wet sound of him fucking you, “it’s driving me crazy and I’m the one balls deep.”
He stopped for a moment and Shouta reached for his jaw.
“Don’t hold out on me, now,” he said. “Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to finish.”
Hizashi grinned at the command; you realised this was exactly the outcome he had been waiting for. He fucked you so hard and fast that you squealed in a mixture of surprise and delight. Shouta adjusted his weight, crossing his legs beneath him and guiding your head into his lap.
He stroked your lips as gently as if he had kissed them, reaching for the hand that had held his dick not so long ago and planting kisses on your knuckles.
“Harder,” he said, in a commanding tone completely at odds with the tender way he held your hand.
Hizashi was only too happy to comply, lifting your knees higher to get a better angle. You gripped Shouta’s hand and arched your back, trying to link your legs behind Hizashi’s back to hold him in place, only for him to tickle your feet in punishment.
Part of you couldn’t stand the growing tension between your thighs. You wanted to let go and lose yourself completely. The other, more rational part of you wanted to relish this moment, the combination of Hizashi’s rough and increasingly sloppy thrusts and Shouta’s soft touches.
“Deeper,” said Shouta at last and you screwed up your face as Hizashi obeyed, so close to shattering to pieces around his cock and yet so tortuously far. You spluttered in sheer desperation, holding Shouta so tightly that you feared you’d break the skin.
“Oh my g-don’t stop,” you pleaded, “like that, like that, like-“
You let out a whine, holding your body still as pleasure rushed through it. You bucked your hips into his as flutters of delight rushed through your core, enough to shake your legs though not enough to take over completely.
“Oh fuck,” you said as your walls clenched around Hizashi’s cock, a taste of what was to come and enough to send him over the edge.
He gave a strangled whine as his cock twitched deep inside of you, holding himself perfectly taut to ride out the wave. You knew the exact moment he finished, for the bones left his body and he flopped forwards, a goofy smile on his face.
“You tryin’ to kill me, Sho?” he murmured, head resting on Shouta’s chest and dick still buried deep inside of you. He pulled out with a sigh and rolled backwards, climbing up off the bed without any sort of grace. He reached for his beer as he pulled off the condom, making an impressed sort of noise as he held it out in front of him. “Look how much you made me cum!”
He threw a couple of fresh condoms onto the bed and Shouta picked up the closest one: a luxury branded one in simple silver packaging. He eased your head up from his lap and shifted positions, leaving you to watch as he put it on, body so close to release that it ached.
“Come here,” he said gently, helping you up onto your knees and holding his body against your back. “Just like that…”
“I’m so close,” you whined, “so close…”
“I know,” he whispered in your ear, “you’ve been very good and patient.”
You laughed at that, knowing for a fact that you’d been anything but.
Shouta reached down to take hold of your waist, holding his hand over the flat of your stomach and kissing the back of your neck. You arched your body into his every touch and ground your ass against him, relishing every time you brushed against his hard dick.
He guided you down onto your hands and knees, slipping a finger into you a couple of times before replacing it with his dick. You moaned in relief at not only being filled again, but in a different position. Every time Shouta pushed into you, he teased the sensitive spot inside of you that would turn you into a squealing mess; a spot that had gone thoroughly neglected until Akira dumped you.
Shouta went almost torturously slow and deep, gripping onto your hips to steady you. At first you gripped onto the bed sheets, before sliding one hand down to your clit. You wanted to cum so badly, but no Shouta wouldn’t go any faster no matter how much you moaned.
You never made contact with your clit, though. Hizashi got there before you.
“Let me,” he said, sitting down next to the bed and leaning over to reach his head between your thighs. You gasped at the combined sensations: Shouta’s deep thrusts and Hizashi’s masterful tongue.
“Oh my god,” you said, so overstimulated that you feared you’d explode. “Oh my god, don’t st-ahhh!”
For a moment, it was as if time stood still. You weren’t there; none of it was real. All you knew was pleasure, rippling from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, Hizashi’s tongue hot and sticky against your clit while Shouta groaned, your walls clenching around him almost unbearably tightly.
Your body shook, still twitching as both Aizawa and Hizashi eased you down onto your back.
“You okay, listener?” said Hizashi, stroking sweaty strands of hair from your face. “Are you with us?”
You blinked, staring blankly into their faces.
“I think,” you said, voice hoarse, “I think my soul left my body for a second there.”
Something cold touched your cheek and you realised Shouta was holding out a bottle of water from the minibar.
“Maybe we went too hard on you,” he said, sounding more than a little concerned.
“No,” you said, flapping a limp arm as you leaned over to sip the water. “That’s not what I meant! It left my body in a good way!”
“Hear that, Sho,” smirked Hizashi, “your dick is killer.”
“Speaking of which,” you said, “you didn’t finish.”
“You’re right,” gasped Hizashi. “Where are our manners?”
Both he and Shouta had flopped down on either side of you, cocooning you in warmth to negate how cold you had suddenly gotten. Hizashi shimmied over to the other side of the bed, leaving Shouta in the middle, all of his earlier fatigue forgotten.
“Now then,” he said, peeling the condom off Shouta’s dick, “let’s do something about this.”
At first you watched, body still heavy. Shouta rested his hand on Hizashi’s head as he trailed his tongue over the underside of his dick, looking Shouta dead in the eye as he lapped up all of his precum and took his dick into his mouth.
It was mesmerising; so different to when you were on the receiving end. You could make out every flutter of Shouta’s eyelashes; the way his body tensed whenever Hizashi hit a particularly sensitive spot or sucked that little bit harder. He looked so vulnerable there and then and you couldn’t look away.
Shouta opened his eyes and looked towards you, crushing his lips against yours before cupping your face in his hand. He pulled you further down his body, until you joined Hizashi at his waist. Hizashi leaned back to make room for you, holding the base of Shouta’s cock and guiding your lips down onto it, earning a sigh of relief.
“Like that,” said Hizashi, holding Shouta in place as you sucked at him. “Wow, you’re really good at this, check you out!”
“Maybe one day I’ll be as good as you!”
“Haha! Maybe! Now, (Name), I want you to do something real quick.”
“Oh?”
“I want you to sit tight and then, when I give you the nod, I want you to do this.”
He leaned over and wrapped his lips around the tip of Shouta’s cock, giving it a hard suck before letting go, making a loud popping noise as he let go. Shouta’s response was instantaneous; he hissed with pleasure and bucked his hips into Hizashi’s touches.
“Think you can handle that?” said Hizashi, bright eyed.
“I think so.”
He nodded and you sat up on your elbows to watch, eyes darting from Hizashi to Shouta as Hizashi began to jerk Shouta’s dick without a hint of mercy. Shouta ground his hips into the bed, arching his back just as you had and making deep, guttural noises you would never have guessed he was capable of. You could see how close he was getting, cheeks flushed and eyes darkened with need.
He gasped when Hizashi finally let go, though the torture wasn’t over. Hizashi gave you the nod you’d been waiting for and you wrapped your lips around the tip just as he had. You sucked hard, relishing the noises Shouta made almost as much as the pressure when he planted a hand on the top of your head in an attempt to hold you in place. You let go, knowing it would drive him insane.
You really were learning from the best.
Hizashi gripped Shouta’s cock and motioned for you to take the tip between your lips. He held on tight and jerked him hard, both sensations leaving him squirming into the bed.
“J-....F-...I…” he babbled, arching his back and reaching his free hand to grip the bed frame. “H-”
Hizashi tapped your chin, motioning for you to sit back. You obeyed and he jerked Shouta’s dick with even more force, only stopping as Shouta sighed in relief and cum seeped across his body.
You and Hizashi both watched him in contentment, taking in the ripple of his muscles as he gasped for air. You crawled back up to lay beside him, giving him a soft kiss to the cheek that he leaned into.
Hizashi crawled up to Shouta’s other side and flopped over onto his back, folding his arms behind his head.
All three of you stared at your reflections on the ceiling, drinking in the sight of your naked bodies and perhaps even thinking the same thing.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
‘What now?”
Art by the lovely @earthbender/ earthbender on tumblr / ArtemisRedd on AO3~
