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yellow = kiss on the hand
It is a hero function of the kind Shouta despises, Hizashi knows. He’s sure Shouta would have happily feigned illness or emergency to skip it, but given the recent uproars surrounding U.A., it’s even more important than usual for those involved, the teachers and heroes, to put forth a positive face both for other heroes and the press that always surrounds galas such as these. Hizashi still suspects Shouta would’ve skived off if he could, but Hizashi’s been keeping a close eye on him to prevent just that.
He’s not doing it because he so rarely gets to see Shouta in a suit. It’s just an added bonus.
Hizashi himself would be lying if he said he didn’t love things like this as much as Shouta hates them, and usually he’d be all over the place, chatting up whatever friendly faces he sees and doing his best to bully his way into control over the music. Tonight, though, he stays near Shouta. Partially so Shouta can’t escape out a window or something, partially because Shouta might hate the whole affair less if Hizashi acts as a buffer between him and unwanted small talk, and partially because -- well. Hizashi still gets sort of anxious if he can’t find Shouta in a crowd, these days.
So he never gets too far from Shouta, and he restricts himself to complaining about the music only at particularly cliched and outdated tracks, and he doesn’t suffer socially because he is very easy to pick out in a crowd and between the hair, the glitter, and the voice anyone who wants to talk to him definitely knows where to find him. But he does manage to very skillfully, if he does say so himself, rescue Shouta from a few situations where he might be forced to talk to someone he has absolutely nothing to say to; the nice ones he engages in pleasant conversation with, turning their attention towards him, the assholes he makes a point of sliding into the conversation with as annoyingly and intrusively as possible without actually saying anything rude enough for them to complain about. It’s a fun game, and he whispers the cutting remarks he refrained from saying out loud into Shouta’s ear after the offending personage has excused themselves, and all in all Hizashi thinks things are going pretty well.
Then a particular song plays, and Hizashi has an idea. It is not part of the Save Shouta From Accruing Any Unwanted Attention plan. It is in fact a purely selfish idea, but here is the thing -- Shouta is in a suit, one that actually fits him well (thanks to Hizashi’s efforts, obviously), and Hizashi has had to physically stop himself from just staring at Shouta most of the evening whenever he’s not actively talking to someone else and sometimes when he is. And the music is an old song, one he remembers from their high school days, and it’s possible Hizashi has some associations. Some romantic associations. Some sixteen-year-old-pining-hopelessly-over-his-best-friend associations. And he is at heart an incurable romantic, and Shouta knows this and sometimes even puts up with it.
So in the impulsive way he does many things, he turns on his heel to face Shouta directly, clearing his throat until Shouta stops staring moodily at some middle distance and looks over at him. And he takes Shouta’s hand, bowing over it and placing a kiss on it just like the princes in those American movies he likes to watch at 2 in the morning, and looks back up at Shouta, smiling, eyes dancing behind his glasses. “Hey, hey -- may I have this dance?”
