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Shouta sometimes had to remind himself that, yes, he loved his husband. The loud blond radiated enough lively energy that he could probably raise the dead. Well, he did manage to drag Shouta out of bed so maybe it wasn’t much of an exaggeration. Regardless, it was this endless energy that tricked everyone into forgetting that he too could be tired.
Hitoshi and Shouta often joked about sleepless nights and the rare bouts of sleep they found in odd locations. Almost everyone knew Hitoshi’s insomniac tendencies and Shouta’s near narcoleptic pension for sleep. Yes, Hitoshi had a hard time falling asleep, often finding it too hard to relax. Yes, Shouta slept as often as possible, but his sleep was riddled with nightmares making it feel as if he never slept. What the proper diagnosis was for their conditions didn’t matter. What did matter was getting the proper amount of sleep and they put in the effort. The person in their household that didn’t try to sleep was Hizashi.
Hizashi was constantly wired and often forgot that he had to do normal human things to live. When they first started living together Shouta had almost suspected that the blond was a robot. It wasn’t until Shouta returned from patrol one night and tripped over the unconscious body of his best friend that he realized what was actually happening. There was too much going on in his head that he didn’t feel many bodily needs until it was nearly too late.
Afterward, it began to irritate Shouta when people assumed that Hizashi put more into their relationship than he did. The underground hero wasn’t one for grand gestures and pretty words, but he loved his husband more than anyone would know. For the longest time Shouta hadn’t felt like he deserved Hizashi so he had agreed with people when they thought of him as a drain on the blond. Once he started making sure the blond didn’t forget to take care of himself, Shouta realized that he could be enough for Hizahsi. He had fallen even deeper in love with the man knowing that he could support his love.
Shouta had started off small. He would send a text asking what Hizashi had for lunch and send a picture of his own meal, even if it was just a jelly pouch. Most times it would take his husband a while to respond with his lunch. Seeing the picture of a perfectly untouched meal, he could almost picture Hizashi seeing his text and panicking. The blond was probably flustered realizing that the man he worried about eating was asking him what he’d eaten. He was reluctant to lie to Shouta, so he probably picked up whatever was close by and ordered whatever they recommended. The underground hero would wait and then inquire as to where he went and what he thought of the food. If the blond raved about it, Shouta would take him there within the week. Sure, Shouta preferred to eat at home or somewhere private, but even in a restaurant full of people he couldn’t take his eyes off his husband. Somehow, Hizashi seemed to glow as he sat across the table being just a tad too loud as he chatted away.
When he noticed how such a small action on his part helped his love, Shouta realized he couldn’t stop. Hizashi sometimes forgot to charge his devices, so he would plug them in for him. Shouta would return home from patrol to find the blond working on something or another on their couch. Like an oversized cat he swatted away the man’s work and draped himself across the man effectively keeping him from doing anything. Shouta would doze lightly until he felt Hizashi relax completely. Only then would he remove himself, lay the blond down, drape a blanket over him, and leave to shower off the grime from his patrol.
Sometimes when Hizashi was too wound up, he’d interrupt the man with a small kiss. It’d cause his husband to stop momentarily and then smile like an idiot. He’d wrap his arms around him and gently rub his back as he waited for Hizashi to return the embrace and calm down. He would drop off snacks on his desk at U.A. when the blond was up late working at the radio station. Shouta would bring him tea when the other hero fidgeted a little too much. Hum off-key, but gently, when he woke up from a nightmare. The vibrations in his chest soothing his husband back to sleep.
Hizashi would return his small acts with his own, but in a much louder way. He’d carry around extra eye drops and if Shouta ever needed them he’d offer them up like it was a treasure. Even with all the stares they’d garner, it was impossible not to smile at his antics. Hizashi would reach out and hold Shouta’s hand seemingly at random. He’d save the underground hero from social situations and send him pictures of cats. When Shouta had a rough patrol the blond would rub his tender muscles and fill the silence with quiet chatter. If he had a headache his husband would pull him into his chest and rub his temples.
So maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise that when the dorms were implemented all of Hizashi’s carefully constructed routines crumbled. With his routines falling apart, Shouta’s efforts in helping his husband wavered in their effectiveness. They were provided a new place to stay in the teacher’s dorms, however Shouta had a secondary residence in the 1-A dorms. The teacher’s dorm was a more permanent place while the residence in the 1-A dorms would be where he stayed during the school year. Nezu was forward thinking and ensured that the unit in which the guardian stayed had ample space.
While it did help cut down on travel time to their commute to U.A. it also increased the time to get to their patrols or Hizashi’s trips to the radio station. The time it took for Hizashi to leave varied as he now had to account for being stopped by students. Something was bound to break and no matter how many times Shouta warned his husband, the blond wouldn’t listen until it blew up in his face. Or well, it blew up in everyone else’s face.
It was a quiet and unassuming morning when all hell broke loose. Screams and explosions startled Shouta awake. Without thinking he grabbed his capture weapon and darted to the community kitchen. He flashed Erasure, quelling the pops from Bakugo’s hands and silencing his husband. His husband was dead on his feet and pointing a spatula at their student. In a second the utensil was flung at Shouta who easily sidestepped it. He got the message and dropped his quirk.
No one spoke for a long minute even as more spectators trickled in. Toxic green eyes scanned each face before landing on Shouta. The situation wasn’t the worst that it could be, however it wasn’t good. With a soft voice the underground hero spoke, “Hey ‘Zashi, what are you doing?” If he didn’t know better he’d think the blond was glaring at him, however he could tell the man was just thinking. It was a safe bet to assume that he simply didn’t hear Shouta. Unfortunately, they hadn’t broken the news to their kids that they were married. Hizashi, in his tired state, was a ticking time bomb.
“Why the fuck is he here hobo-sensei?” Green eyes flicked to the student with squinted eyes. Shouta could feel Bakugo’s heated stare boring into the side of his head, but the teacher kept his gaze on his husband.
“Kacchan!” Hizashi whipped his head toward the problem child who had been deeper in the kitchen. Midoriya squeaked and held his hands up when his English teacher’s focus was set on him.
Finally, Shouta had a moment to take in the situation. His husband was between the two teens probably having interrupted some bickering. As Bakugo seemed like the aggressor the voice hero likely kept the problem child behind him to protect him. Hizashi looked wary of Midoriya, though. There wasn’t anything on the stove so the dorm wasn’t at risk of catching on fire. However, his husband was slowly leaning toward the counter where more kitchen utensils resided. Whispers were growing behind him causing Hizashi to tense. Shit.
Shouta was flinging his capture scarf out to wrap around his husband’s wrist just as the man grabbed a kitchen knife. Midoriya’s eyes were comically wide as he waved his arms around frantically apologizing repeatedly. Bakugo was yelling something beside him, but Shouta was too focused on keeping his husband from moving his arm. They’d sparred one too many times to attempt to pull the man over. Even as out of it as the man was, he was bound to react instinctively. A few of his louder students were yelling which was a very bad idea around the man known for being loud.
He activated Erasure as soon as his husband’s mouth opened. “Questions and comments later. Someone get my sleeping bag. Midoriya and Bakugo calm down and get ready. Everyone keep quiet.” Silence followed his words, good. Hizashi was pulling against the capture weapon and his breathing picked up. Confusion. Slowed reactions. Irritation. When was the last time he slept? “When they get back with my sleeping bag I’m going to knock him off his feet. We get him in there, zip him up, and I’ll wrap my capture weapon around it.” The two students nod. His eyes burn, but he doesn’t blink. Even if they gag him Hizashi could do some serious damage. “Jiro, are you there?”
Behind him the purple haired student startled, “Y-yes sensei!”
“Hate to ask this of you, but can you sing? ‘Zashi was impressed with your singing at the festival. We need to keep him from using his quirk and music will likely keep him calm.” Jiro blushes brightly at the complement and nervously plays with one of her earphone jacks. As if sensing her hesitation her teacher continues. “Jiro. No one thinks about it, but Voice is tied into his vocal cords and lungs.” Midoryia visibly perks up and bites his lip trying to keep in a tangent. “Erasure temporarily paralyzes his vocal cords. Paralyzed vocal cords make breathing difficult. Keeping his mouth shut doesn’t stop his quirk.” They had learned years ago the ins and outs of their quirks.
The memory of the two of them in highschool learning the limits of quirks would never fade. They were dumb teenagers trying to be heroes and were told they would have to push past their limits, so they tried. Hizashi’s quirk was easy to cancel and neither of them thought much about how quirks were bodily functions. Someone with a strength quirk wouldn’t lose muscle mass when Erasure was used on them, but any excess power would disappear. Bakugo still sweat when Erasure was used on him and the chemicals remained the same, however it kept the quirk from exploding. In other terms, it kept quirk energy from being used. Hizashi, having been born with his quirk, was constantly using his quirk as it had no ‘off’ switch.
Long story short, they’d been seeing how long Shouta could use his quirk on Hizashi. Neither of them took the blond’s gasping breaths into account. It was just how Erasure worked on him. It was only after Hizashi passed out that they learned, after a series of tests, from Recovery Girl what was happening. Afterward, Shouta never used his quirk for long periods of time on his husband. “I’m essentially choking him.”
Midoriya grimaced and a few students behind him gasped. After a few seconds, Jiro cleared her throat and began singing something soft and sweet. Another voice joined in singing and a few deep hums followed. Hizashi wasn’t tugging on his arm as much and tilted his head ever so slightly as the music filtered into the air. Shouta wasn’t going to question the gentle strums of a guitar that snuck into the sounds. There’s a yell behind him, his rolled up yellow sleeping bag is soaring through the air, and caught by Midoriya. With a flick the sleeping bag is unrolled and the three of them are on the voice hero in a flash.
When Shouta tugged his capture weapon hard enough to knock his husband off balance, Bakugo was dragging him to the ground. Midoriya is throwing the sleeping bag over the English teacher and the teens work together to flip, restrain, and zip the man into the sleeping bag. Shouta wraps the sleeping bag up in his capture weapon, keeping him from struggling further. Finally, he sits near his husband’s head, pulls his head onto his lap, removes his glasses, and starts carding his fingers through long blond hair. Slowly, Hizashi calms to where he isn’t struggling, but doesn’t fall asleep. Too many eyes are on them, but none of them break the moment. It feels like forever until his husband finally dozes off.
Bakugo opens his mouth, but Shouta simply holds up a single finger then holds out his hand, “His headphones.” One of his students ran off and returned with the requested item.
As soon as the headphones are in place the explosive boy growls out, “What the fuck?”
“Kacchan!” Problem child gasps and slaps his friend’s arm as if he hadn’t heard far worse from the boy.
Kaminari is snickering somewhere in the crowd of students.
Tenya looks between his two teachers with a worried look.
Hitoshi is smirking at them.
Ashido and Kirishima’s eyes are glittering.
Asui tilts her head and speaks up, “Sensei, why is Yamada-sensei here?”
Shouta nods to himself. An easy question and straight to the point. “I can’t say exactly why,” Hizashi didn’t stay at the 1-A dorms too often as the students would’ve noticed. They’d been talking about telling his students, however they hadn’t agreed as to how. That and Shouta had been trying to keep the blond from his bad habits. “He was probably looking for me, though.”
Midoriya perks up again and holds his fists up to his chest like some schoolgirl. “Oh yeah! You two are high school friends!”
Tenya glances over to the green haired teen and pushes his glasses up, yet says nothing.
“Asshole barged in, stepped between us, and started lecturing me on fucking language.”
“Actually, Kacchan, he was lecturing you on using curse words as filter words and how they are less effective as curses when used in such a way. Then when you yelled at him, he yelled back, and then stole the spatula from you and started wacking you with it.”
Bakugo growls, Hitoshi is covering Kaminari’s mouth, Jiro is quietly snickering, and Tenya looks like he wants to speak up. However, before Shouta can drop several information bombs on them Todoroki raises his hand. “Could it be that Yamada-sensei is your secret lover?”
“That’d be so manly!” Kirishima’s eyes are watering.
Koda signs ‘love’ with a tilt of his head.
Hagekure and Ashido hug, squeal, and jump up and down.
Again, before Shouta can speak Tenya is chopping the air and loudly speaking. “Todoroki! They can hardly be secret lovers when they’re married!”
Sero shrugs and nods to himself, “Checks out.”
Uraraka spins and holds her hand out to Aoyama who deposits several bills in her hand.
“You guys are married!?” One too many teens ask at one time and a ‘so manly’ echoes in the silence after. Shouta narrows his eyes at his students as if to dare them to interrupt him again.
As soon as his mouth opens a soft questioning “Sho?” is voiced by the man in his lap. All eyes turn to his husband. He’s sleepily looking up at him and shifting to snuggle deeper into the sleeping bag. “I missed you.” There’s a small sniffle from the man as a single tear trails down his face.
Despite the blush heating his ears and cheeks, Shouta smiles softly down at Hizashi. “I missed you too, we’ll talk more after you sleep.”
The man’s eyes drift close. “M’kay Sho.. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
For once, his students ask any questions. They looked to one another and after a series of nods they dispersed. Midoriya crouches down next to the teachers with his arms held out in an offer to take the blond off his hands. Shouta gives a small shake of his head as he pushes himself off the ground and bends to pick up his husband. Bakugo is standing by the doorway with his arms crossed, but doesn’t say anything as they pass by him.
The common room is a mess. He isn’t sure it looked like this when he’d rushed to the kitchen, but as it stands now there’s blankets everywhere. A few of his students run in, throw some blankets in the center of some couches, and take off again. Several small critters latch onto a blanket and drag it into the mass of blankets. They scurry around adjusting the bedding until they’re satisfied and run to collect another blanket. Two different hands rest on his shoulders and gently guide him to the mound of blankets. Hizashi is pulled out of his arms as he’s shoved into the plush fabrics with the simple direction of, ‘get comfortable’.
Shouta feels like he’s swimming in clouds as he struggles to escape, but finds himself sinking into a comfortable hole. A yellow mass is set next to him and with a few adjustments they’re tucked into a nest of blankets. Distantly he can hear his students bicker over a movie and eventually settle down elsewhere in the mess of blankets. The chatter and laughter of his kids soothes his nerves. He doesn’t try to resist the pull of sleep.
Later he’ll wake up to his husband sharing embarrassing stories. Bakugo will have dinner made for everyone including his teachers. Tenya will apologize profusely for spilling their secret. Hitoshi will explain how they decided to have a slumber party so their tired teachers could rest peacefully. Midoriya will ask Hizashi more about his quirk. Todoroki will theorize how much sleep the voice hero actually needs if only after a few hours he was back up and running. Shouta will ask how long it had been since his husband had slept and Hizashi will avoid answering him. Ashido, Hagakure, and Kaminari will tickle the answer of four days out of him. Tenya will scold the blond. Shinso will be mildly impressed. Midoriya will question, ironically, if he has a secondary quirk for energy.
Shouta never hears a negative comment about his relationship with Hizashi. They see who their teachers are more fully now that the men aren’t hiding their relationship. Hizashi respects his husband’s space around others and Shouta reaches out in small ways knowing how the warmth comforts him. However, it’s the change in his student’s behavior that interests him the most.
Hizashi and Shouta have taken to relaxing in the common rooms every couple of days. The blond has always enjoyed the ambient noise of people and the black haired hero was soothed by the knowledge that their kids were safe.
Midoriya seeks them out when he wants a hug for comfort. Hizashi, being the touchier person, offers free hug services, but underestimates the teen’s need for love. As his husband drifts off Todoroki asks curiously about why hugs were needed. The loud hero just tugs the kid into the hug and settles in for a nap in a cozy snuggle pile. Shouta simply continues grading sneaking glances at them. He lets a small smile creep onto his face at the sight of the three of them napping.
Bakugo gets on both of them about eating regularly and Hizashi helps him in the kitchen. It’s an interesting dynamic to watch. The teen would loudly insult the hero who would cheerfully respond with a backhanded compliment. Shouta, curious as well as worried, sneaks over to the doorway of the kitchen to see both of them giving toothy grins to the other. The underground hero is less worried about his husband being hurt and more worried about his husband doing the hurting. Green and red eyes are trained on one another daring one another to make a move. Calmly Hizashi steps over to Bakugo and towers over the teen. There’s a small waver to Bakugo’s smile, but his husband has to have seen it. His smile grows ever so slightly larger before he’s flicking the student’s forehead.
“Woah…” it's soft, but Shouta’s still surprised. Ashido was on the other side of the doorway watching the two blonds. “He’s not even yelling about it.” The underground hero doesn’t have the opportunity to stop the snort nor the laugh that follows. Bakugo always had a soft spot for Hizashi, but it seems that not everyone had noticed. His husband had noticed rather early on how the insults directed at him were nowhere as harsh as others received. Pushed the student’s buttons only to learn that the explosive child only really sparked at him, but never exploded. It was always bizarre how Bakugo acted around him.
Ashido is giving him a worried look when his laughter dies down. He simply gives his student a small smile and nods back in the kitchen’s direction. Hizashi is patting Bakugo’s head, who is blushing, as the teacher goes on about how good of a kid he is and how proud he is of him. The teen looks close to exploding, but his furious expression disappears when he’s hugged. “Kid, you’re already the best at everything you put your mind to, but life’s not a competition.” Hizashi pulls away with a shit eating grin. “Oh and I think your food is burning. Guess we’ll be eating what I started cooking. Don’t worry kiddo, you can help me finish it and we can say we made it together.” He pats Bakugo’s shoulder when the teen goes to speak. “Ooooor we can tell them that the great Bakugo Katsuki burnt dinner…”
“Nooo…. He didn’t…” Ashido’s eyes are wide when Shouta peeks over to her.
“He did and he’ll do it again.”
All of them start helping each other in small ways. Hizashi helps Bakugo learn how to accept help. Shouta teaches Ashido more about information gathering. Ashido, in turn, feeds Shouta all the important information he needs on his students. Todoroki starts to learn what a healthy family should look like. Hizashi teaches a specific student that there is, in fact, a point of too much glitter. Shoji teaches half of the class and his teachers how to sew. Kaminari points out when the voice hero forgets to turn off the stove. Ojiro and Koda share with Shouta a few quiet places he hadn’t known of. Shouta, in turn, shows them the best ways to avoid people on campus. Tenya threatens Hizashi with a look of disappointment if he doesn’t go to bed. Midoriya and Hizashi are spotted making secret pinkie promises. Tokoyami sits his teachers down and Dark Shadow leads them all through a spiritual journey. None of them talk about the tears shed that day. Shouta finds jars of juice, clearly homemade, on his desk with a note from Sato about the health benefits over his jelly pouches.
Perhaps his favorite change is when they’re in the living room and Tenya declares it bedtime. Hizashi sprints over to block the way to the stairs and elevator. Some of the students groan while others giggle as Shouta watches from afar. Midoriya runs over and jumps into Hizashi for a hug. The blond tries to keep them from falling, but fails. He ensures that they land on him. Shouta’s husband is laughing while his problem child is fretting and giggling. They both make it to their feet, Hizashi hugs Midoriya again, mumbles something soft only for his ears, and pats the kid on the head as he pulls away.
“Good night Izuku.”
Kaminari is up next. He tries to run past the hero, but is caught in Hizashi’s arms. They spin, laugh, and stop. Again, Hizashi hugs him, says something quietly, pats the kid on the head, and pulls away.
“Good night Denki.”
All of their kids are given a similar treatment even if they seem begrudging to the affection. Shouta doesn’t know what he says to them, but he knows the words are warm and he means every word he says. It’s small and silly, but the underground hero has to admit that he loves to see all of them heading to bed with smiles. Later, after everyone should be asleep, Shouta strides down the halls of each floor. It puts his mind at ease to know that they’re ok. If he says goodnight to each child as he passes their room, well, they don’t have to know that. His love might not be as loud as Hizashi’s, however, it doesn’t mean his love is any less.