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"My love, my man, my darling- I missed you so much!"
Hitoshi can’t help but let his eyes roll.
"Yeah yeah, I missed your ass too," He gives in, because lying just to look cool will only make Denki even more enthusiastic about earning reciprocation of his love- in even more embarrassing ways than declaring it out loud in the middle of a Starbucks. Hitoshi has learned that the hard way.
He accepts the hug, his eyes fluttering just the tiny bit shut at the familiar rush of sea breeze and sour patch- Denki's scent is gleeful and fresh, just like its owner- Hitoshi holds him a little tighter, damn, he can't get emotional now. "Although I could do without some things- what in the world kind of neon is that? You sure is not radioactive? My eyes are having an allergic reaction."
Denki pulls back with a feigned gasp, a dramatic hand over his heart, chest covered in the most obnoxious bright pink known to mankind.
"You gonna make me blush- Thank you!" The blond’s fluttering lashes earn him another eye roll and a sigh that means ‘I give up on you’ but also ‘I should have expected that’ as Hitoshi settles in line with his unsufferable best friend.
Ten minutes later and they’ve got their drinks- Denki's ‘I will have so many flavours together I’ll have no idea what’s in it but cream and lack of common sense’ Frappuccino and Hitoshi’s ‘black coffee please’. Admittedly, he did ask for caramel in it, but that’s his business and it was a completely sensible amount thank you.
They’ve barely sequestered themselves into a booth- ‘not the window seats, have you seen how bright it is? What if it reflects over your shirt and the glare blinds passer-by's? You’re supposed to avoid disasters not cause them’- and Denki is falling into his needy, dramatic self.
"You were gone forever man; I was so lonely!"
"You were fine."
"Bro, are you joking? It was a year! A whole year of gossip and drama and no one to rattle it to! All the scandals, and Ashido’s messy breakups and Todoroki's latest conspiracy- Sero gets all the tea at the agency and boy, you can't believe the shit he knows.”
“Seems you had plenty of available ears.”
“Yeah, but no one is as out of the loop as you are, everyone else gets fed up when I go in circles.”
“I zone out half the time.”
“I like to think you’re zoned in- and I like to hog your attention.” He chuckles with a poorly executed, theatrical wink.
This adorable loose brained goofball.
“Well, I’m here.” Hitoshi announces, palm open and ready to power up on caffeine and old news. No better way to get a recap of the missing year than hearing it from the one who will remember the actual entertaining parts of it. “Lay it on me.”
“-so I said, ‘bitch, where?’ and now Momo is throwing Kyouka this sick birthday party on the second- you absolutely have to come.”
Denki nibbles on another shortbread, crumbles sticking on his face and littering the table. They’ve been here for about four hours already, but for a twelve-month due catch up with Denki, four hours is a bargain.
Hitoshi did miss him, a lot.
That’s why he sounds honestly disheartened when he has to deny the blond a chance to mingle later on.
“Can’t.” Denki’s pout is as childish as his frowning face but before he can start his begging rant, Hitoshi elaborates.
"I’m not ditching, I would come but I can’t. I'll be busy."
"Whaat?” How come he can sound even more like a kid? “Work so soon? Shouldn't they give you like, a long vacation or something? This is slave labour- I’ll beat your boss myself; I swear."
Hitoshi huffs.
"Well yes, I'm out of commission for eight months." Reintegration is a bitch. "I've just," And who to talk about this kind of things if not a close friend that can understand? "I was under as a Beta so now I'm stuck with detox. We're already pushing my heat to next month just so I could finish up the reports and evals but my Dr. won't let me delay it longer than that."
"Ouch man, so you were taking shots for what? About thirteen months?" At his nod, Denki’s pout is substituted by a sympathetic grimace. "That's gotta be messy to get rid of."
"Don't I know?” Hitoshi exhales, a groan rumbling at the back of his throat. “Doc made it very clear I should expect a shit show- above average symptoms, enhanced drawbacks, all the shebang." Shitty prize for a job well done if you ask him.
"Bro, I feel for ya." Omega solidarity. "Why don't you get someone though? To share it with? If it will be that bad, I would probably think about having a partner."
"I don't know many Alphas,” Not many he would call to his bed anyways. “And I've been out of the area for over a year, I don't want to go hunting old flings when they're probably minding their own shit and most likely unavailable." He likes to keep the past in the past as well.
“Can’t just try to snatch a new one now can ya?” Denki says, and he most than many knows how tricky it can be, even more with people like them.
Hitoshi shakes his head. "Yeah. Even with fair warning about my quirk, there is still a risk- and I could try the services, but..."
Denki meets his eyes, sighing himself. "Yeah, same." Paying for a warm body just doesn’t sit well with him either.
“Nothing I can do about it.” Hitoshi straightens up, back pressed to his seat. He takes another sip of his coffee and with a shrug, tries to lighten the mood a bit.
"Well, if you know of anyone trustworthy that is not scared of getting brainwashed, won’t ask too many questions and has a plus week free on their calendar, please- by all means, let me know.”
Denki laughs, an easy thing, and Hitoshi feels more relaxed now that he’s brought that grin back to the blond's face.
A couple minutes pass without incident and then suddenly Denki gasps, snapping his fingers and almost toppling his drink down on his lap. Thank the heavens for Hitoshi’s quick reflexes.
"Toshi!” Denki shouts, with the energy of a dozen batteries.
“I think I might know someone!"
The smile that greets him is blinding even through his sunglasses.
How the fuck Kaminari though fucking Kirishima Eijirou was a possibility for Hitoshi still alludes him.
He's more surprised the man actually showed up. Okay- Hitoshi half said 'yeah' when the blond brought it up in a sarcastic way because Red Riot mentioning in passing his rut was coming, Kaminari remembering that and getting both of them in touch was such an absurd idea Hitoshi was only initially considering it for entertainment value.
But alas, Kirishima was given his number and he had actually texted Hitoshi and actually proposed they meet up for a chat, and wow- this is absurd and unreal and insane- but here he is, standing across the bulky fucking mountain that is this red headed Alpha in a round table on a secluded corner of a very pink, café.
This hunk of a man should look misplaced but somehow, he blends in just fine.
Hitoshi is still too mind blow to comment.
"Hey Shinsou! Long-time no see!" Gosh, Hitoshi thinks as he takes a seat, the guy barely fits in the chair. Did he get bigger? Did his smile also get a power up? Hitoshi is half regretting taking his glasses off. Why everyone he talks to is so bright?
Hitoshi mumbles his own pleasantry line with stuttering brain cells and Kirishima’s wide grin doesn’t budge. Those teeth look as sharp as he remembers. They are probably as sharp as they look. Damn.
"I've ordered, by the way- Denki told me your usual, so it should be coming soon."
"Oh. Thanks." Lame. Aizawa would be so disappointed if Hitoshi can’t keep a straight face- all those years of training for what?
"That's no trouble. Heard you were working overseas for a while, how you've been?" Blessed be the being that made this man because Kirishima will probably need to carry this conversation with his people skills, since Hitoshi’s brain can’t get a grip.
"Yeah, been underground- back for about two months now but just out in the open for a week or so."
"How come?"
"Tying ends. There is a lot of protocol after extraction too, so I gotta go through the screening before they clear me out."
"I see!” And how can he sound so honest over small talk? “Kats had something similar a couple years ago, was pretty hush hush and the wait was bad but the paperwork was almost worse- I thought I was gonna have an aneurism or something just from looking at it."
"It can be pretty intense yeah.” Although the psychoanalysts are worse. “I wish I could skip that part but getting the reports out properly is still part of the job."
"Can’t be a hero without the boring bits, can we?" He says, in a familiar tone and a glint in his eyes that hints on the joke- Aizawa’s words, from a long time ago.
Hitoshi chuckles.
"No, we can't."
He feels more relaxed now, Kirishima’s ability and willingness to control the mood easing the tiny edge of anxiety buzzing under his skin. If nothing else, the comforting pace makes him kinda happy at accepting the invite.
If this is how Kirishima can make him relax in just a few short minutes, it gives Hitoshi more confidence in entertaining this more seriously.
Ah, well, got to breach the subject, right?
"I was surprised to get your text."
Red doe eyes blink at him, darker in the low light and too fucking endearing considering Hitoshi’s got to look up a bit to meet them.
Oh lord, how tall is he? Hitoshi is nowhere close to petite and the man still might have a couple inches on him.
"Ah- Denks told me he asked before giving me your number- he did, right?" Hitoshi’s confirmation sees Kirishima letting out a short puff of breath. He then bashfully scratches his cheek with a nervous finger, eyes changing directions as he speaks. Is that a blush? "Yeah, I mean, I was the one that brough it up, and well, it only made sense I texted you first.”
Hitoshi’s hindbrain latches on the Alpha’s sheepish movements, curious, interested.
Cute.
Kirishima pushes both hands down, probably to clasp between his legs, shy. The shift makes his shoulders pop up even more and okay, he is a fine specimen and Hitoshi can’t help but appreciate those biceps- they are right there- “Honestly, I was already giving up on finding someone." The man confesses, a tiny smile curving the side of his lips, almost concealed. Hitoshi sees it anyways.
The purple haired man assesses, meeting red eyes as he hums. Approving. "Really? I don't see how it would be a struggle." Hitoshi makes a point to sweep a glance over the man’s form- no effort at subtlety.
Hitoshi can do flirty- flirty is familiar- play confidence and then bam, it sticks.
Kirishima is now definitely blushing, chuckling over his closed fist. Hitoshi’s own lips quirk up.
Again- Damn. Maybe Kaminari was onto something.
"Well, being heroes makes it trickier to have much of a life outside of work, you know."
"That I get.” And how he gets it. Hitoshi leans on his hand, elbow casually resting on the table as he runs a finger through the groves on the wood. “Still, I didn't expect you to let go of Bakugou."
"Uh?"
Hitoshi tilts a shoulder, maybe is not the best subject to bring up, but he was curious. "You guys had a thing since high school yeah? You were so close, it was heated sometimes but I think everyone would agree you two had something serious going on. So how come you're free now?"
The tall man blinks at him from across the table, mouth held open. Maybe it really wasn’t a good topic after all.
Before he can apologise and change the direction the conversation was going, the red-haired snaps out of his trance.
Kirishima’s stuttering words come out rushed and slightly high pitched. "Shinsou- I, uh, wait, I'm, I think- there is some.. misunderstanding?"
Hitoshi glances up from the table top, a confused frown on his face. Kirishima’s a mixture of flustered and mortified.
"What do you me-"
"Oi, here are your drinks- the lines in this place are too fuckin' long."
Hitoshi’s gaze zeroes on the large plastic cup in front of him, then follow the retreating hand- up the defined swells of an arm- to freeze as he meets sharp eyes and a well-known scowl. Hitoshi would recognise that face anywhere, and he doesn’t need anything but a glimpse of the shaded expression brewing under the cap to know it.
Hitoshi stares at the new addition to their conversation like he can’t form words to process it, because, really, he can’t.
The silence hangs still, Hitoshi’s tongue is going dry from how long his jaw hangs open, in confusion and surprise.
"What’s with the stupid face?"
"Kats- don't be rude!"
"I, what?" Hitoshi blinks, shaking his head. Looking for clarity. “What?”
"Huh?” Bakugou questions, staring down at him. “What's going on?" He prods Hitoshi, and after a few more seconds of him gaping like a fish decides to turn the inquiry to the remaining member of their party, albeit more forcefully. "Ei, what's going on?"
Kirishima’s definitely got way more experience dealing with Bakugou as he gets into responsive mode dizzyingly quick. "Uh, I think,” He raises his head from where he had buried them in his palms, so his words can come out more clearly. “I think Shinsou might not have gotten the right information about our, uh, situation."
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
This time is Hitoshi himself that finds his bearing to mutter, "Denki told me Kirishima was looking for a rut partner." Did they misread something? “Is that right?”
Bakugou’s raised brow seems to evaluate Hitoshi’s whole existence and his capacity to process thoughts.
"Yeah, and you're looking to spend your heat with company."
It feels like a question, so Hitoshi nods. Is all he can manage, as he’s subjected to Bakugou’s heated gaze. Kirishima groans, burying his face in his hands once again.
Luckily, Bakugou’s got enough functioning braincells to make up for their lack of. The blond clicks his tongue, brows twitching.
"Fucking Dunce face didn't say anything about me- us- did he?" Hitoshi looks away, embarrassed. "And you didn't explain anything either?" Hitoshi can’t tell, since his own eyes are burring holes on the table top, but he assumes Kirishima’s confirmation comes in something similar to a head nod. Bakugou curses. "Goddamn."
Bakugou takes a seat- to Hitoshi’s right, and this table is really too small, he feels so close- and somehow, in the following awkward minutes, the blond begrudgingly coaxes Hitoshi and Kirishima into sipping their respectful beverages.
Thank God for patches, or Hitoshi might have been assaulted by his pheromones by now- Hitoshi can tell there is a slight added sweetness to the air, the subtle whiff of sugarcane on a field. He’s getting his senses back pretty quick now, and hopefully the sensitivity won’t strike for another couple weeks. He’s not looking forward to that yet.
The caffeine gives Hitoshi enough strength to face off to the situation at hand, or well, enough for him to be able to fake the confidence to try.
“I’m confused.” He starts, fidgeting with the lid of his cup. “You’re both together still?”
"Yes.” Is Bakugou that answers. “Since- fucking ever- no weird on and off.” He pops a thumb Kirishima’s way. “This bastard is not leaving my ass. Period." Kirishima’s lips quirk up a tiny bit, an obvious sign of content. Yeah, Bakugou’s statement seems legit.
That doesn’t explain much though.
“So then what is this about rut sharing?”
Bakugou again seems to be the one that will address the situation at hand. Is good to have someone willing to take the lead and Kirishima seems more than happy to let his partner take over.
"Alright, here is the deal- you know me and rock for brains are both Alphas yeah?" The blond leans forward, fingers laced. His tendons are very defined. Hitoshi sips his drink to mask his nervous swallow, caramel tickles his tongue. Fuck.
"Between Alphas, you need at least one clear head at all times, to make it work. We schedule our ruts so they don’t overlap each other, for obvious reasons,” And yeah, Hitoshi can see the point. “-Well, I do- I'm the only one that takes the shots, Ei keeps breaking the needles with his stupid flexing." Kirishima makes an embarrassed sound, looking up and covering his face once again.
"Anyways, we are careful and it has worked for us for years but a few months ago I got dragged to the fucking hospital after some shitty job," His tone is full of bite, and Hitoshi can only wonder about the circumstances surrounding Dynamight’s need for medical attention- he’s the number two hero for a reason. "They shot me with a lot of shit for a couple weeks. My rut was up for a couple days later, but even after I was out, and the meds were all but gone, it still didn't come."
Hitoshi’s eyes widen. Did he get so badly hurt it caused permanent damage? "Did you-"
"Is fine, just messed with the cycle,” Bakugou huffs and waves a hand, dismissing Hitoshi’s concerns. That's good then. “But now it is finally fucking coming again and its gonna hit pretty close to Eiji’s."
Hitoshi takes that in, rolling it over his mind.
“That’s why you’re looking for a partner?” He looks at them, raising a brow. “Partners?”
Bakugou shakes his head.
“Just the one.”
Hitoshi’s mind seems to finally be catching up to speed. His jaw feels loose.
Breathe.
"So you guys are thinking of bringing an Omega in?” Between two alphas? Denki has too much confidence in Hitoshi’s abilities, or he's just an idiot. Hitoshi’s years of training and a natural resting bitch face is what keeps the surprise from showing all over his face.
Be logical, don’t work yourself over so easily. Hitoshi lets his lashes bow slowly, a grounding technique- no rush, just well veiled composure. “How do you know having someone else won't just make things worse?" He’s gotta ask. Is not really frowned upon, for packs members to engage in communal nesting, but there aren’t many alphas that would share- and that's what Bakugou is hinting at- it doesn’t usually work out.
The answer follows a scoff.
"We are trained pro heroes, not knotheads.” Bakugou huffs, turning up his chin.
They do get training on control and feral de-escalation- it is a mandatory requirement for the job, and Hitoshi is aware the alpha screening is pretty strict. No one wants quirk user sanctioned alphas to be ripping people to pieces because of hormones. Besides Bakugou’s prickly exterior, he was one of the Big Three at graduation. Hitoshi’s pretty sure his grades in Instinct Management classes were top of the class, and Kirishima wasn’t much behind himself.
Hitoshi has to give them that, so he raises his hand in appease at Bakugou’s offended glare and gets an eyeroll for his effort. The blond adds, an extra supportive argument, “Plus, we are bonded."
Hitoshi is a bit surprised but tries to not let it show. Is not that much of a shock that they’ve bonded, as he can see that happening- if not Kirishima, who the fuck else? -but he’s surprised at the fact Bakugou so openly admitted to it. There aren’t any visible marks that he can see, but Hitoshi wouldn’t expect there to be any in plain view, not with them having such a big public presence.
"We get roundy but we definitely won't jump each other’s throats, or attack a nesting omega- we are way above that.” Hitoshi’s pretty sure what he’s seeing is Bakugou’s version of a pout. He’s salty then- at least a bit iffy at being put in the same level of some random, ‘extra’ alpha. Figures.
The blond doesn’t lose the pout but he exhales slowly and keeps to his role as spokesman.
“Having an Omega around will help us be lucid as well,” The whole ‘Beware Provide Protect’ instincts huh? “-that's without saying you're a pro yourself.” Bakugou says, crossing his arms and leaning back.
He tilts his head at Hitoshi’s direction, dripping confidence. “You have enough under your belt to make us believe you won't be vulnerable." Bakugou does act like he’s got his shit together, doesn’t he?
Hitoshi is flattered, because that is much as a praise as he will get from blondie. Knowing they’re got enough confidence in not only themselves but in Hitoshi to hold his own as well, is comforting.
He’s mulling over the proposition, fingers on his chin, and has to admit Bakugou makes reasonable remarks. Kirishima clears his throat then, drawing his attention away from- he was staring at Bakugou’s hands, wasn’t he?
"We have never spent ruts apart,” The red head starts, subdued. He sneaks a glance at his counterpart, that doesn’t react much, just sits back, sipping his own beverage. “-and uh, we, we know from experience that two Alphas when one is rutting is manageable but both at the same time..."
His brows lower a bit, and Kirishima’s emotions are so clear. He seems troubled, a bit worried- and whatever words will come out of his mouth can be nothing but unfiltered honesty.
"We got work, and the Dr. said that due the uh, conflicting pheromones? It means it would take longer, possible double the time. I really want to avoid injuries or going too overboard, plus adding to the recovery time as well.” That’s something he hadn’t considered, the drawbacks of a dominant-only relationship.
“We've got an agency to run and Kats’ schedule is not easy to manage on a normal day- Midoriya is out of the country so having the number two out for roughly three weeks could be a problem."
Hitoshi feels his face morph in sympathy, that seems like a lot to be dealing with.
"We have the option to try and spend it separately but some of the hard stuff will still apply, and since it will be Kats first rut after the drip, ideally, he should have someone watching out, just in case anything feels out of norm.”
Kirishima rolls his shoulder, a hand working his neck. A tingle of anxiousness nudges Hitoshi’s nose, and he shifts back forward, watches as Bakugou himself shifts closer to his mate, supportive in his own subtle way, Kirishima is not oblivious, a soft look thrown to his left.
“We are not trying to pressure you or anything, pretty sure you have your own circumstances to think over as well, so,”
They haven’t got it easy either do they? Hitoshi is familiar with having limited options, as an underground hero omega with a brainwashing quirk.
Kirishima and Bakugou don’t have the cover of the underground, and being public celebrities openly dating must make it even harder to keep their matters private. The media would have a field day conspiring news over two alpha heroes having ‘relationship problems’.
"I understand it better now.” Because yeah, he really does. “It's a bit more than I initially expected,” By double, is what he means. "-but being completely honest? I can relate- I'm not at an ideal situation either."
If they are putting their cards down, so should he.
"I've been undercover, as you might have heard. Long-term mission, played Beta for just around a year and this heat will be my detox one." Kirishima and Bakugou listen attentively, the blond leaning forward a bit, but otherwise just taking the offered context in. "Medical note is that it will be a bad one and I've been strongly advised to have a partner for it."
His assigned Doctor had not been at all enthusiastic at Hitoshi’s decision to go without a companion, and although fulfilling his duty in helping him plan for the possible struggles and precautionary actions to take, had pressed the fact she didn’t advise his choice.
"I do confidential work, and some things shouldn't be let out, even under heat delirium.” His agency would sue his ass with gusto. “So, clearance is hard to get on the regular.”
He chuckles at the next part, out of a distorted sense of humour. “Plus, I have a voice activated mind control quirk and the waivers are ridiculously long.” And intimidating enough to put off the majority of his suitors. Who would have thought it would be so difficult to find a buddy for a literal sex holiday?
“I can't just take any person as a partner- there are liability risks. You might want to keep that in mind."
Bakugou raises a single eyebrow, a slight grin in town, tongue fliting quickly over a white canine.
“You think you’re a bit much for us, Eyebags?” And isn’t it so on character that the blond would take Hitoshi’s observations as a challenge? "We are two literal, licensed battle trained Alphas, looking for a partner to share during our combined ruts; I think is obvious this doesn't come without some hazard signs too."
Once again, Bakugou makes a fair point. It’s a bit unnerving that out of the three of them, he’s the one winning the reasonable game.
Hitoshi picks his cup with a little wrist move, swirling the liquid around.
"Well,” He exhales after a sip. It’s still warm and sweet. “Who to rely on those tight situations if not a mighty hero?"
It makes Kirishima snort a laugh, and even Bakugou can’t help but let his grin stretch a little wider.
They are not strangers. Hitoshi’s shared two years of his life with class 1-A, and Denki had dragged him to enough Bakusquad gatherings for him to be acquainted to the two, enough to have a somehow clear understanding of them as individuals and fellow professionals.
Kirishima is a softie- big heart, bigger smile, loyal and caring to his friends- he would treat Hitoshi right, no doubt about it- manly honourable Alpha through and through. Bakugou is a pretty respectable guy, behind all the bark. If not traditionally nice, he would be diligent in his task of caring for his wellbeing at the least.
When he was first presented with Kirishima, Hitoshi thought over how easy going and friendly he was. Kirishima seemed the type to be understanding, and at the bare minimum, someone who could see the best in someone else.
He was a bit hesitant that this was a situation where Kirishima was just going to be too nice to say no, even with how long the list of cons for a heat with Shinsou is.
All reservations he might have had towards taking advantage of Kirishima are out of the table, just by the simple fact Bakugou has been added to the mix. Bakugou is known for not taking bullshit, saying what he means and not holding back.
If someone is to notice Kirishima’s pushing himself at any point, it would be his big bad blond partner. No way Bakugou would keep quiet about it either, and probably would quickly catch up and call his mate out.
The scenario feels more balanced, knowing Bakugou and Kirishima can have each other to watch their backs on unfamiliar territory. Hitoshi feels comforted by that added security blanket, if nothing else.
Fair is fair, and it eases his mind, knowing he’s not the only one who would be getting what he needs from this.
They are not random Alphas. They’re trustable, know about his quirk, and are not likely to pull a one-eighty and leave him in a compromising situation.
Not to say Bakugou and Kirishima are frankly, super hot, and well, Hitoshi never really was one to waste an opportunity.
What’s he got to lose?
“About the warning signs,” He looks at them, decision made. Fuck it. "If you are willing to go through mine, I am willing to through with yours."
"Really?” Kirishima brightens, whole body going lax in relieved tension, face morphing onto that too sweet expression more fit to a pup than a seven-foot-tall wall of muscle. Why is that cute? “Man, that would be- that would be such a relief. I was worrying over this for the past two weeks-"
"We would survive either way.” Grunts Bakugou, huffing. His tough words are betrayed by the little nudge he gives his partner. His body language is way more honest than his mouth filter. “Well, thank fuck eyebags is in- I won't have to watch you whine another night."
Their banter is light and amusing to watch, and after the elephant in the room has been addressed, the rest of the talk goes smoothly, and they exit the Café with a next steps plan and a promise to exchange some calls during the following days, to discuss details.
Kirishima apologies, for the fifth or so time. "I'm sorry, if this was is a bit too much too sudden, I should have been clearer and made sure you had all the information."
Bakugou is as patient as he was in the first time he repeated those words. Which is null.
"I knew I should have done all the texting. 'You’re too aggressive, it can give the wrong idea' my ass- You give no idea whatsoever."
Hitoshi rolls his eyes, bites back a chuckle. “C’mon children, no bickering in the streets.” He gets a pointed look from Bakugou and Kirishima’s sheepish expression is endearing, so Hitoshi drops the teasing and lets them know he’s going the other way.
"Anyways,” Starts the blond, his standard puffed up pose on the ready. Hitoshi will let him get away with the posturing, mostly because he has to look down to meet Bakugou’s gaze and that is entertaining enough as a payback. It might as well just be habit. “Think through what kind of stuff you require for the week. Prepare any notes beforehand."
“Hai Hai, mother hen, will do.”
He doesn’t return the finger because Kirishima is right there, and the poor guy has enough of a shitty fucker to deal with. The red head sighs defeatedly at his mate's antics and turns to appraise Hitoshi with another one of his lovely teeth filled smiles. Hitoshi is a cat person, but Kirishima’s big dog vibes are growing on him fast.
"Text me whenever- I'll let you know when we’ve got the paperwork from your agency in. If you need help with anything, please don’t hesitate to ring us up!”
Hitoshi waves. The glare of the afternoon sun reminding him of the glasses hanging from his jacket pocket. He grabs it, pops it on.
Walking back home as the city goes dark, Hitoshi muses,
Just what’s he got himself into?