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"I should go home and let you sleep," Hizashi said out of nowhere, knocking Shouta out of his doze.
"I'm not tired," Shouta protested, aware of the evidence but compelled to defend himself anyway.
He'd just been resting his eyes for a moment, that was all, though the darkness of the room made him suspect it was later than he realized. But this was their routine: Hizashi would randomly show up late Saturday afternoon with a bag of groceries for a dinner that Shouta would make and then he'd nap after.
As for Hizashi, well, he wasn't actually clear on what Hizashi usually did. Watch TV or listen to music or other... various Hizashi things. He knew how to keep himself entertained. And eventually, when Shouta got his second wind, they'd just pick a movie or play a video game or watch more television.
Saturday nights with Shouta weren't exactly exciting, but that never stopped Hizashi from showing up.
"It's going to rain," Shouta said.
"Which is why I should leave now."
"And then you'll get caught in it."
"Not if I leave now," Hizashi replied, ambling to his feet.
He was, Shouta noticed, without earphones around his neck, and the television was off with the remote exactly where Shouta had left it. Shouta glanced around the room. Had he been… reading? Obviously, Shouta knew he could, but Hizashi tended to prefer his Saturday night entertainment a lot more... noisy.
There was nothing to indicate what he'd been doing other than the dishes, which were set out to dry.
Clearly, Hizashi had found some way to pass the time. He was still there after all.
Still a bit fuzzy, Shouta followed Hizashi to the door. He'd been out for hours, he realized, and he felt almost well-rested for the first time all day. He blamed his tiredness on the fact he'd been up so late listening to Hizashi's radio show. It had been a bad habit to form, but he'd done it nonetheless.
And now, yet again, he'd wasted another precious day of his weekend sleeping.
He had to be the least exciting Pro Hero alive. At least he knew some equally boring teachers.
"Are you okay?" Shouta asked as he watched Hizashi lace his boot up, knelt down on one knee.
"I just don't like getting wet," Hizashi replied, switching to the other knee. With one hand, he gestured vaguely at his head. "The hair, you know. I have to always look on brand. And the hairspray stings."
"At least take an umbrella."
"I can make it home in time," Hizashi insisted as he tugged on his jacket. "Especially if I run!"
"How do you always have so much energy?"
"I stole all of yours," Hizashi replied, grinning. "And hey! Thanks for dinner! It was only a little burnt!"
"Okay, leave," Shouta said, stepping back so Hizashi could squeeze out the door. He refused to smile as Hizashi made a big show of stretching, pants pulled so tight that Shouta was impressed Hizashi didn't pop right out of them. "You don't have to spend every Saturday with me, you know. You can have fun."
"You're fun enough for me," Hizashi assured him with another wide grin, and Shouta rolled his eyes.
Hizashi sprinted all the way down the hallway and then disappeared out of sight.
Shouta exhaled. He felt wide awake for the first time in days and now he had nothing to do.
He was two steps into his apartment when the rain started, going from threat to torrential downpour in a second. As Hizashi's quirk didn't include super speed, at least not with any part outside his mouth, Shouta imagined he had been instantly soaked. He debated when he should send his I-told-you-so text.
Right this second, he decided, picking up his phone and thumbing his way to their last conversation.
Just as he was about to hit send, someone pounded on the door. Shouta thought about making him wait, just to drive his point home, but he'd known Hizashi too long, and he knew Hizashi would just ignore it. Putting his phone down, he walked over to the door and opened it. At least Hizashi looked sheepish.
"My eyes are on fucking fire," Hizashi said, squinting, limp hair dripping over his shoulders.
"I'll start a bath," Shouta replied, grabbing a fistful of binding cloth and pushing it at Hizashi's face. In return, Hizashi gave him his glasses, and Shouta put them out of reach before heading to the bathroom.
As Hizashi tried to wipe as much hair product out of his eyes as he could, Shouta began to fill the tub. He had been foolish to let Hizashi go in the first place. The forecast had called for a severe storm, and he'd lived through enough of them to know what had been brewing, but Hizashi was just so stubborn.
"I could call a taxi," Hizashi shouted across the apartment, likely waking all of Shouta's neighbours.
Shouta came out of the bathroom to guide Hizashi back into it. "Don't bother. I'll make up the couch."
"I hate your couch."
"Then be more aware of the weather next time," Shouta replied, pressing a hand to Hizashi's lower back and pushing him towards the shower head. When he attempted to glare at Shouta, Shouta saw how irritated his eyes looked, and his own began to water in sympathy. "Or you can take the floor."
"Ugh, fine, I'll sleep on your shitty couch. Seriously, you've had that thing since we graduated U.A."
"I hate your couch, too."
"No, you don't." Hizashi took one last swipe over his eyes with Shouta's binding cloth before beginning to undress. Shouta looked away politely for all the good it did. Naked, Hizashi leaned into his space and added gleefully, the whites of his eyes a lattice work of red. "You have your best naps on it."
"Top ten at best," Shouta protested faintly, and Hizashi laughed, breath warm on Shouta's cheek.
Shouta left Hizashi to his bath, washing Hizashi's glasses before pulling the guest sheets from his front closet. The couch wasn't that bad, he thought as he unfolded the linens. A little small, especially for two grown men, but they'd always both fit on it, even though it demanded an invasion of personal space.
It was a couch. It served its purpose. Shouta couldn't think of any reason why he'd ever replace it.
Afterwards, Shouta stood by the window and watched the rain fall. He found it oddly mesmerizing.
"The water's still hot if you want to jump in," Hizashi said from behind him. Shouta looked back, watching as Hizashi scrubbed a towel over his hair. He noticed that Hizashi had borrowed some of Shouta's clothes: a t-shirt and his old gym shorts. Hizashi smiled brightly. "I hope you don't mind."
"It's fine," Shouta replied, flustered for reasons he refused to acknowledge right then. "I would say help yourself, but you've already done that. Anyway, I washed your glasses. They're by the kitchen sink."
Hizashi's smile deepened. He patted Shouta's cheek with his palm. "Ah, you're such a good host."
Shouta grumbled audibly, ignoring Hizashi's laughter as he headed for the bathroom.
But the water was still hot, he discovered a few minutes later, sinking down to his chin. He was still so awake, a sensation he was not at all used to. Usually, he'd go for a walk and just roam, waiting for the inevitable exhaustion to set back in. Not an option for tonight. The rain beat at the window, incessant.
Shouta sighed deeply and tipped his head back, closing his eyes.
Hizashi gave him a solid ten minutes before he pounded on the door. "Are you drowning in there?"
"No," Shouta replied.
Hizashi's tone turned gleeful. "Jerking off?"
Shouta went hot all over, made worse by the water that was somehow still steaming. "No," he repeated, with a little more edge, and flushed even deeper when he heard Hizashi cackle, obviously pleased that his teasing had had the desired effect. With a deep sigh, Shouta stood up and reached for a dry towel.
His cock made itself known then, plumped up with interest, and he rolled his eyes at the mirror.
When he finally came out of the bathroom, Hizashi was on the couch, folded up like an accordion, back hunched over, knees pulled up. The couch really was too small for a man of his height, but there was nothing Shouta could do about it then. And he definitely wasn't giving Hizashi his own bed. No way.
"Good night," Shouta said.
"Sleep well, Shouta-kun," Hizashi replied. "You'll probably owe me a new spine in the morning."
"Yeah, whatever," he said, brushing the words away. He turned off the rest of the lights and then went into his bedroom, keeping the door cracked open behind him. Hizashi talked in his sleep. It used to deeply unsettle him, listening to Hizashi chatter all night, but now he actually preferred it to the silence. At least he could be sure that Hizashi was still alive. He found the mindless nattering almost soothing.
He would never tell Hizashi that, of course. It was enough that one of them knew.
Shouta laid down in his own bed and stared at the ceiling. He still wasn't tired, not at all, and he was more aware of his cock than he wanted to be, especially with company. Even if that company was Hizashi. Especially if that company was Hizashi. He wished he didn't know what he meant by that.
But he did. Of course he did.
Shouta sighed.
Normally, the sound of rain knocked him right out, but after tossing and turning fruitlessly for half an hour, he grabbed his phone and started to thumb through his news feed, looking for anything remotely interesting. When that failed, he completed a crossword puzzle that he had been stuck on all week before starting a new one that proved to be impossible. With a huff, he tossed it aside and sat up. He watched the rain again, feeling restless and strange. Suddenly too hot to stand it, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. For once in his life, he bitterly regretted napping. What a terrible decision.
Eventually, he laid back down again. He glared at his ceiling. He scratched a hand over his bare belly.
And somehow, he fell asleep, at least enough to be startled when someone climbed into bed with him.
"Relax," Hizashi said, pressing his palm against Shouta's stomach and holding him still as Hizashi squeezed into the narrow space between Shouta's body and the wall. Shouta forced his adrenaline down. "I can't be tortured by that couch a second longer. I'm buying you a new one. Happy Birthday."
"My birthday's not for months."
"It'll probably take me that long to save up for it," Hizashi assured him airily. "Go back to sleep."
But Shouta had barely been asleep before, and now he was back to the beginning, awake and fidgety. It was even hotter with Hizashi in the bed with him, and he could feel the sweat rise on his skin. Hizashi hadn't moved his hand either, his palm resting on Shouta's naked flesh. His cock began to harden again.
Great, he thought, scowling at the ceiling. Just... great. This night was quickly turning into a disaster.
Shouta gave himself fifteen minutes. If he couldn't fall back asleep by then, he'd admit defeat and go sleep on the floor. It had two things going for it: one, it would be cooler, and two, it wasn't his terribly uncomfortable couch. He had no idea why he wouldn't admit that to Hizashi. It was a horrible couch.
"Man," Hizashi said suddenly, shifting on the bed. "It's really coming down out there."
"It's typhoon season," Shouta replied irritably.
Hizashi hummed, tapping his fingers on Shouta's belly. "And you should really get a new bed, too."
"Why?"
"It's a bit of a tight squeeze for two people," Hizashi replied cheerily as if they were in the middle of a pleasant conversation and not the middle of the night with a storm raging around them. "Unless you never take anyone home. Or... oh, no, Shouta, are you forcing them to fuck on that couch of yours?"
"Even I'm not that cruel," Shouta grumbled, earning a hearty laugh. "Anyway, you invited yourself."
"I did, didn't I?" Hizashi sighed hotly in Shouta's ear, shifting again, hand still in place. He could have at least brought his own pillow, Shouta thought, keenly aware of how close their faces were. "It's not the worst place I've slept," he added, knee bumping against Shouta's leg. "But you need a bigger bed."
"For all the sex I'm not having?"
Hizashi chuckled, and that seemed to be the end of it because he didn't say anything else, but his fingers kept moving on Shouta's stomach, drawing circles. Shouta tried to focus on the sound of the wind and rain instead, imagining all the things in his life blowing away, leaving only him and Hizashi.
Always just them in the end. Whenever the world went to shit, they always seemed to find each other.
The way it should be, he thought. The way he wanted it to be.
"Shouta," Hizashi said. "I'm tired."
"Then go to sleep."
Hizashi groaned and, without warning, pressed his face to the side of Shouta's neck. The hand on his belly finally moved, curling around Shouta's side and digging into the softer flesh there. Shouta sucked his stomach in, terrified of Hizashi feeling his erection. He wished he understood what was going on.
"Do you know why I spend every Saturday night with you?" Hizashi asked.
"I have no clue," Shouta replied honestly. He had asked himself that a million times.
"Because it's date night. I know that's ridiculous of me, and I'm sorry if I made it awkward, but..."
Hizashi trailed off, pulling away slightly, but Shouta caught him with the wrist, keeping that hand where it was. So this is happening, he thought, heart battering his chest. Finally. He hadn't been sure. There had been times when he had wondered. Moments when he had thought he had seen something.
But he had never been sure, and he'd never been brave enough to risk the embarrassment.
As usual, Hizashi wasn't giving him much of a choice. Go willingly or be dragged along anyway.
Not that he had any reluctance this time. Not anymore.
"You're right," Shouta said, voice low and husky. "It's date night. What else would it be?"
"You made me wonder," Hizashi replied with a shaky little laugh. He exhaled as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and Shouta looked at him, feeling a question rise up in his throat. There was enough ambient light from the streetlamps outside that Hizashi must have seen it form on his face.
Hizashi smiled. "There comes a point in a man's life when he's sprinting down the street in a storm because he couldn't find the balls to ask his best friend if he could stay the night after spending the entire evening watching him sleep that he has to ask himself if the solution is to simply... stop running."
Shouta swallowed. "And is it?"
"You tell me," Hizashi replied, pushing up to meet Shouta's gaze. "We've agreed it's date night. I know you're, like, totally gay." Hizashi levelled a look at him, and Shouta nodded, having come out to Hizashi years earlier over too many cheap beers. "And I slept with that hot salaryman that one time."
"You told me you enjoyed it."
"I did. It was really awesome. Eye-opening. Life-changing. All that jazz."
"I was jealous," Shouta admitted.
"Way to state the obvious." Hizashi's eyes crinkled at the corners. "So I assume there are feelings."
"Yes," Shouta said, his first love confession ever. At least it had happened before he turned thirty.
"Same here. A super amount of feelings. But well... I'm not very experienced. With men, I mean."
"I'll teach you everything I know," Shouta told him, wetting his lips with his tongue. Hizashi followed the movement, gaze going hot. The hand on Shouta's side moved down to his hip, beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts, dangerously close to his cock now. "It's not that hard," he added breathlessly.
Hizashi's grin turned gleeful. "I'm pretty sure it is." He waggled his eyebrows at the double entendre.
This night had taken a very unexpected turn, Shouta thought as he put a hand on Hizashi's face. He had thought about this often. Too often, probably, overthinking to the point that he had long ago dismissed the possibility of it ever actually happening, but that was all in the past now. Hizashi knew how he felt.
That Hizashi felt the same way might take a few days to get used to, but he'd get there eventually.
He always did. The story of his life really.
With his eyes fixed on Hizashi's face, he pulled him down for a kiss, letting their lips brush for one sensual moment before giving himself completely over to him. Hizashi exhaled against his mouth, pausing once to smile, and then kissed him back with fervour and tongue and years of pent-up desire.
"You're so stubbly," Hizashi murmured, nipping at his jaw. It didn't sound like a complaint.
They made out for longer than Shouta thought either of them was capable of. Hizashi, because he was impatient, and Shouta, because he never usually bothered. But for Shouta, sex had always just been an itch to scratch, enjoyed and then ignored again until he was bored and some new guy caught his eye.
Shouta had never gotten a new bed because he had never needed one. Nobody stayed the night.
Hizashi, Shouta knew, would be staying for a lot longer than that.
"I'll buy a new bed," he said, reaching under Hizashi's borrowed shirt to trace the line of his spine.
"Good," Hizashi replied, helpfully pulling off his t-shirt to give Shouta full access. He shifted his position, sliding over Shouta's body and blanketing him. Shouta groaned as their cocks rubbed together through their shorts. "Your apartment is much nicer," he added, rocking his hips. "Except that couch."
"I'll fuck you on it once and then throw it away," Shouta promised.
Hizashi laughed so loudly that Shouta's ears rang. Shouta's first instinct was to grumble about it. His second was to erase Hizashi's quirk. But his third was to do what he did: slide his hands under Hizashi's shorts and guide them down his legs, tossing them alongside the two shirts abandoned on the floor.
"How do I look?" Hizashi asked, glancing down at his own cock before palming a hand over it.
Shouta's eyes swept over him. He took in Hizashi's parted lips and the cascade of golden hair over his shoulders before continuing down the slope of his torso, past the dark buds of his nipples, to his cock, still held loosely between his fingers. Not the first time Shouta had seen it, but the first time hard.
And the first time for him. That thought almost undid him. That was all for him. He had done that.
"Good," he said, voice cracking on the word. He deserved the laugh that Hizashi gave him.
They kissed again, deep and hot and desperate. Shouta replaced Hizashi's hand with his own, stroking with a confident, well-practiced touch. There were a million things Shouta wanted to do with him, to show him, and he forced himself to slow down and savour this one thing as it truly deserved to be.
Hizashi responded to Shouta's hand like he responded to everything: loudly and with great enthusiasm.
"My neighbours are going to hate you."
"I'll start stocking up on apology gifts," Hizashi murmured, kissing Shouta again, rocking against him.
Shouta brought Hizashi right to the edge and then stopped, ignoring Hizashi's deafening groan of protest. Chest heaving with breath, Hizashi flopped back on Shouta's narrow bed, legs loose and open, cock leaking wetly on his belly. He looked... fuckable. Better than anything Shouta had ever imagined.
"I know staring is kinda your thing," Hizashi said, lifting his head slightly, "but I have needs."
"Like what?" Shouta asked, amazed he could even still form words. That either of them could.
"Like I need you to take off those shorts and let me see your cock. And then let me touch your cock. And then let me suck your cock. In that order," Hizashi said, legs shifting on the bed, hand drifting back to his own dick. "If that sounds okay. I'm all for getting rid of that couch ASAP, but... you know."
"I don't have any expectations," Shouta told him. "I just want you to enjoy yourself."
"Okay, got it. You're a conscientious lover. I was pretty sure you would be. Good job. A-plus."
Shouta rolled his eyes, but he shimmied out of his shorts anyway, kicking them into the pile. Hizashi eyed him appreciatively, jerking off leisurely to the sight. Shouta let his own hand drop, matching Hizashi's rhythm. He imagined how he'd look with Shouta's come marking his flat, quivering belly.
"If you wanted to fuck me," Shouta said almost as an afterthought. "I'm into that, too."
"I want you to come over here," Hizashi replied. "We can fuck each other all over your apartment later, but right now: my hand, your dick." Reaching for him, Shouta allowed Hizashi to take his free hand and pull him down to the mattress. And as he had promised, Hizashi then moved that hand onto Shouta's cock. Shouta groaned, almost coming right then, but he fought harder than he ever had before.
"So big," Hizashi cooed, stroking him, and Shouta finally did what he'd been trying not to do all night and laughed out loud, finally giving Hizashi that satisfaction. It would just encourage him, he knew, but right then, in that perfect moment, he wanted Hizashi to be encouraged. Not that he really needed it.
No, Shouta thought as Hizashi continued to jerk him off, Hizashi was doing just fine on his own.
They went back to kissing, Shouta taking Hizashi's cock in hand again and teasing him into a frenzy. As their kisses grew sloppier, they banged teeth a few times before Hizashi finally knocked Shouta's hand away and slid down Shouta's body instead. Shouta held his breath until he felt Hizashi's mouth.
And then he groaned. He groaned so loudly that he expected a noise complaint the next day for sure.
Forget the couch and the bed. He'd have to move entirely, ideally somewhere with thicker walls.
Hizashi's inexperience showed, but he was so into it that Shouta barely noticed. How could he? His best friend, the probable love of his life, was sucking his cock and clearly having a great time doing it. Shouta tried not to look, knowing he would never last, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Hizashi and the obscene stretch of his lips. Between the sounds and the feelings and the heat, it was almost too much.
Shouta tugged at Hizashi's silky hair. "I'm going to come," he said, forcing the warning out.
But Hizashi, for once choosing to remain silent, just kept sucking until Shouta came apart in his mouth.
Loudly.
"I was worried I wouldn't know what you liked," Hizashi said, sliding back up. "But you're so noisy, Shouta. I'm proud of you." Hizashi brushed a hand over Shouta's over-sensitive dick and drew another big sound from Shouta's lips. Clearly pleased with himself, Hizashi leaned over and kissed him again.
Hizashi's cock pushed at Shouta's hip, leaving wet streaks, and Shouta gathered his last bit of energy to roll Hizashi onto his back. He wanted to draw it out, take his time like Hizashi had, but Shouta had finally reverted to the norm, the exhaustion bone-deep. And besides, he thought, Hizashi was close.
It would be so easy to get him there and make him unravel in Shouta's own bed. So very, delightfully easy. Shouta had, after all, sucked a lot more cocks. And the idea of sucking this one in particular...
Shouta smiled.
So he didn't make Hizashi wait any longer. He went to work with single-minded determination, eyes fixed on Hizashi's face and keeping him silent. His neighbours had suffered enough. For his part, Hizashi was exactly as close as Shouta had thought he would be. Throat working, Shouta drew Hizashi in as deep as he dared before pulling back and doing it again, over and over, until Hizashi finally broke.
Shouta held him there in his mouth, feeling Hizashi's cock soften. It was only then that he looked away.
When he eventually moved, he looked back up to find Hizashi grinning dopily at him.
"That was... wow. Who knew what hid behind that grumpy facade? This is gonna be so much fun."
Even though he was in complete agreement, Shouta thought about grumbling, but he was exhausted.
Instead, he climbed back on the bed and laid down next to Hizashi. There really wasn't enough space for the both of them, but they'd just have to make it work, he decided, at least until all his new furniture arrived. Hizashi, clearly having come to the same conclusion, settled in beside him and within seconds was mumbling in his sleep. Idly, Shouta wished he had thought to open the window and take out some of the heat and the smell, but it was still pouring outside, and he knew it could be days before it let up.
Oh well, he thought, listening to the rain fall. Hizashi would just have to stay a little longer then.
No more running for either of them. Which was just as well. Running was exhausting.