#shindeku month 2023

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 6: Cuddles

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Hitoshi whispers something into his hair, quiet as a breath.

Izuku misses what it is, and he blinks open his eyes to tilt his head back and look with curiosity. 

Hitoshi’s brows furrow at whatever he sees on Izuku’s face. “Oh,” he murmurs, touching Izuku’s cheek with his fingertips. It takes a moment for Izuku to realize that a tear has dripped down his face. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he gently demands. 

Izuku sniffles once and smiles, feeling more tears well in the corners of his eyes. He tries to blink them away, but another escapes. “Nothing is wrong. This is just so nice,” he says, but Hitoshi doesn’t look very convinced. 

He feels a little embarrassed and glances away, but a feather-light touch to his jaw makes Izuku look back. “I’m just a little sad we didn’t meet sooner,” he admits. 

“But you have me now,” he says, dipping down to touch his lips to Izuku’s brow.

“Mmhm,” Izuku agrees with a sigh, his eyes slipping closed as Hitoshi shifts to press another gentle kiss to his nose. 

He nudges his face to the side so he can kiss his cheek, the tip of his tongue briefly darting out to taste the trail of moisture clinging to his skin.

He moves again, and Izuku can feel the puff of breath next to his mouth as he pauses. “It’s okay to cry,” he whispers. “It’s okay.”

His lip wobbles as another tear escapes his closed lids. He swallows and dares to peek up at Hitoshi. He feels embarrassed that he’s crying like this over their sweet moment, but something about the way Hitoshi’s violet eyes dampen as he watches the newest droplet track down his face makes his heart flutter with a terribly soft emotion. 

He feels seen. They don’t really understand each other yet, but there’s time to learn.

Hitoshi’s mouth is slowly shifting into a frown, and that just won’t do. Izuku rises on his toes to close the distance and press their lips together.

This kiss seems more potent than the others from before, like his heart has cracked open and his feelings are pouring out through a ragged wound. A sob sneaks up on him, and Hitoshi breaks their kiss to pull him into a tight hug. “I’ve got you. It’s alright,” he murmurs. A hand pets in his hair and runs soothing strokes down his back. 

But Izuku doesn't want cuddles right now, he wants to smother the sharp sweetness that's building in his chest with something that burns brighter. 

His fingers seek out a firm grip in Hitoshi's hair so that he can guide his mouth right back to where he wants it. His boyfriend gives in with a sigh, sweeping the barest hint of lips against his before pressing feather-soft kisses to his cupid's bow, his lower lip, the corner of his mouth.

His fingers flex against Izuku's back, pressing deep into one of his muscles with a heavenly stroke that rips a gasp from his lips, and Hitoshi wastes no time to swoop in and capture the next sounds that threaten to spill free with a fiery kiss.

Izuku tilts his head for a better angle, meeting Hitoshi's ferocity with his own, nipping at the tongue that's swept into his mouth before licking after it. He sucks briefly at Hitoshi's lower lip and grins at the resulting groan, his tears long forgotten. 

Hitoshi pulls him closer and deepens the kiss, leaning over Izuku just far enough that he starts to lose his balance. He hangs on tight and lets his boyfriend take the lead. He returns Izuku's favor by reaching down to give his butt a firm squeeze, and Izuku squeaks out a sound of kiss-muffled surprise at how nice that felt.

Okay, yes, breakfast in bed, Izuku thinks, fully on board for this new direction they're headed.

Hitoshi jerks away with a hiss, and Izuku blinks dazedly up to see him scowling down at the floor by their feet.

A plaintive mew sounds in the resulting silence.

“Honey,” Hitoshi chastises the cat. “How could you?”

Mew, Honey replies with the most perfectly bland and innocent expression Izuku has ever seen on a cat.

(AN: lollllll)

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[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Most Ardently

Most Ardently by TheKirkwallChampion

Izuku's initially confused as to why Ashido would ask him to help with their class work, especially as they already have Kacchan helping them. It becomes all too obvious that it's another “get Shinso and Izuku together” scheme the moment Izuku arrives to the library. What will Ashido put him through this time?

Words: 2094, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Shindeku Month 2023

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Gay Disaster Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe - College/University, Pining Midoriya Izuku, Mutual Pining

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45145852

[shindekumonth]

Happy ShinDeku Month Day 21!

Today's prompts are: Hike, Rebel, Childish, Discover, Hoodie

Feel free to tag @shindekumonth or use the #shindeku month tag in your posts and we'll reblog them! (I'll also be keeping an eye on the shindeku tag!)

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 21: rebel, childish, discover

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AN: I considered using another one of the day's prompts, hoodie, in this one, but it worked better in the opening paragraph for the next, instead. :)

Izuku falls asleep in the few minutes that Hitoshi disappears elsewhere in the apartment, only vaguely rousing when a warm, damp cloth brushes against tender spots. He furrows his brows and hums with mild discomfort, curling onto his side with a shiver when the gentle touches stop. 

There’s a quiet rustle as the bedding dips behind him. He hums a soft sound of appreciation when a blanket is draped over him, and when a comforting arm slides around his waist to tug him back into a gently encompassing warmth, he melts. 

He startles awake. 

The light in the room has shifted, and Izuku fumbles for the spot he normally leaves his phone, confused about why he’s sleeping in the middle of the day.

A foot shifts between his calves right before Hitoshi tugs him closer, tucking his head beneath his chin with a sleepy grumble. Izuku is a little taken aback. 

He's not wearing pants. Or anything.

And there's a lot of bare skin pressed against him.

Oh.

He blinks a little, his cheeks pinking as he thinks back to the things they've done.  Feeling very pleased with himself, he nuzzles his face against Hitoshi's neck, breathing in his scent and enjoying the feel of being held close. 

He sighs and closes his eyes, wondering if he should try and nap a little longer. 

(Sleepiness escapes him, especially with how nice it is to be trapped in Hitoshi's embrace.)

It isn’t long before he’s feeling a little bored.

He bites at his lip and carefully wiggles his arm free, trailing feather-light touches across Hitoshi’s side as he sleeps. When he reaches the little crease by his hip, he spots a slight change in his formerly peaceful expression. 

He brushes his fingertip there again. Hitoshi’s nose wrinkles and the hand that’s resting along his back flexes. 

He repeats the gentle touch, tickling until Hitoshi’s lips twitch.

Did I just discover his-

Hitoshi rolls over and drapes himself across Izuku.

“Oof,” Izuku wheezes out under the sudden weight. One of his arms is trapped between their torsos, and he realizes a moment later that Hitoshi’s caught hold of his tickling hand. 

Izuku huffs out a sigh of exasperation as Hitoshi buries his face in his neck. Hitoshi yawns and stretches a little, shifting to press his lips to the soft skin, his tongue sweeping out to take a brief taste. Izuku’s breath hitches as he tilts his head to give him better access, biting his lip to hide his renewed excitement. 

There’s a quiet moment where Hitoshi mouths at the spot, and Izuku wonders if he’s going to nip or suck a new mark into his skin, but instead, 

he blows a raspberry.

Izuku chokes on a laugh and arches away, giggling. “No, no, Hitoshi, no!” He doesn’t make it far, because Hitoshi has a good grip on him and doesn’t budge. A hand finds his side, poking and tickling until Izuku’s near to tears with helpless laughter.

“Ah, Hitoshi! Stop, please,” he begs, tugging at his wrist as his breath hitches. Hitoshi relents with a soft hum against his neck. 

“Not fair,” Izuku complains, turning his face to the side to catch his breath. 

“You started it,” his boyfriend teases with a childish tone. 

He rolls away with a wide grin, splaying out along the bed with limbs akimbo, miles of pale skin available for Izuku to admire in the warm afternoon sunlight. 

He reaches out and traces fingertips from his open palm down his arm, skipping a gentle touch across the planes of his torso, approaching something else that he hasn’t yet had much opportunity to explore.

He chews on a lip, his attention riveted to the twitch of his boyfriend’s body and the subtle catch in his breath as his fingers tickle closer, watching with fascination as-

His stomach chooses that moment to rebel, loudly. 

Hitoshi rolls his head toward him with a wide smirk. “We have all day. Let’s go get a snack so we aren’t working on an empty stomach.”

Izuku pouts, just a little. "Can we snack naked?"

Hitoshi laughs and tugs him from bed.

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[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 14: Safe

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"Tell me what I can do to make it better," Hitoshi demands.

His words are caught when he opens his mouth to speak.  The fear of him knowing presses hard into his throat.

Hitoshi’s expression changes as they stare at one another. His brows lower with vague frustration, then furrow with concern when Izuku's breath hitches. Softens entirely as he brushes a thumb across Izuku's cheek.

As the silence stretches out, he turns his attention back to the scar. He traces a gentle fingertip along the edge and presses another kiss to its center. Izuku rubs a hand down his face, biting off a wave of irritation as he wonders why the hell he can't just spit it out and be done with it. 

Hitoshi's thumb starts tracing slow circles against his skin, momentarily distracting him from the spiraling stress. He glances in his boyfriend's direction to see his head tilt with curiosity, and then without further preamble, Hitoshi pulls away. 

The cold from his departure sweeps over him like a wave of rejection, and he blinks with surprise. He sits up, tugging at the blanket to clutch to his chest as he watches him slip away out of reach.

He feels a fresh sting of tears as he gets out of bed.

He wants to reach out and beckon him back.

He wants to plead that they just forget the whole thing. 

It doesn't matter. 

But his words are stuck, and he doesn't know what to do. 

And then Hitoshi’s hands lift to the waistband of his sweats to untie a knot.

Izuku's thoughts come to a screeching halt as he stares at his boyfriend's fingers plucking and tugging at the thick cord.

It slips free.

His thumbs tuck under the waistband and Izuku feels his face flush crimson. His eyes flick up to meet Hitoshi's solemn stare. What is he doing?!

Hitoshi's lips curl in dark amusement as he chuckles. “Relax, this isn’t going where you think it is.” He slowly slides his sweatpants down his stupidly long and muscular legs, and Izuku’s worried he’s going to have a minor heart attack from the way his insides flip. “Unless you want it to go there,” he adds on in a murmur, giving him a teasing wink as he steps out of his pants.

Izuku does not know where to look.

(everywhere. all at once.)

The last time he’d seen Hitoshi half-naked, he’d been a bit loopy and actively bleeding. 

This is... 

this is... 

so much better. 

He swallows nervously.

Hitoshi climbs back onto the bed in just his boxers and Izuku is afraid to look anywhere but his face as he looms over him. 

“Look, down here,” Hitoshi commands, looking down between them. Izuku absolutely wants to but isn’t certain he should. He takes a deep breath and follows Hitoshi’s gaze to see his fingers trace along the lower edge of his boxers. 

He bites his lip, unsure where this is going. 

Hitoshi pulls the fabric up, up higher, higher still, revealing so much of his thigh that Izuku almost misses the fact that he’s exposing the bottom edge of a scar. He hadn’t seen it the night he’d been injured due to its very intimate location.

Izuku stares, then reaches out without really thinking. He briefly traces his thumb across the painfully familiar pattern, flinching back when Hitoshi hisses out a breath. “Oh, sorry,” he murmurs, awkwardly glancing away.

Hitoshi’s hand finds his and presses it back to the scar. “It’s fine,” he says with a grin. “I wasn’t expecting that to feel so ah—” he trails off with a little gasp when Izuku’s thumb twitches against his skin. He stares up at him with pink cheeks, Hitoshi’s hand still holding his pressed against his skin.

Izuku doesn’t look away from his expression, swallowing nervously as he traces his thumb across the scar material. Hitoshi’s cheeks slowly flush red with his fingertips stroking so close to his groin. The pink spreads to his ears as Izuku absently compares the scar’s texture to the memories of those that litter his skin. 

Some of Izuku’s are small and barely noticeable, from the earliest years when the sparks and pop were tiny things. The larger and more prominent were in the last few years they’d known one another, before it had all fallen apart.

Those aren’t as faded, and not nearly as small.

He turns his eyes down to look at the mark Hitoshi’s shown him. It’s just a little darker than his own, a little larger than the one on his side, but not quite as big as the one on his shoulder.

"They look the same. I thought you might like to see mine. It was a really poor block on my end, but I almost... lost my..."

Hitoshi's words trail off. 

He wonders what kind of face he's making as his eyes trace the familiar pattern on his boyfriend's thigh. These scars all have a very telltale shape, a horseshoe with creeping spikes around the edges, the size depending on how much explosive heat makes it through layers of fabric.

Izuku swallows, feeling a fresh prick of tears in his eyes. He turns his watery gaze up to meet Hitoshi’s. 

He knows who gave Hitoshi this scar, and-

From the moisture that's now gathering along his boyfriend’s lashes, he’s pretty sure he suspects the same thing about Izuku’s. 

His brows furrow, and he reaches out with gentle fingers to hold Izuku's shoulders. He's quite proud of himself that he doesn't flinch away. "No." His word of denial is little more than a breath of sound. "Tell me it wasn't..." 

Hitoshi's face falls. Izuku turns his gaze away with shame and dismay. They’d been classmates. A single scar like that would have been from training.

Izuku’s are not.

(Bakugou may have shouted in his teeny child voice that he was training to be a hero by fighting against the 'villains' with his tiny burning blasts, but it doesn't count. It doesn't count.)

Shit. 

He’d been wondering, but he’d never asked.

Had they been friends?

It takes him a few moments to realize that by keeping his silence when Hitoshi had been so vague about the person responsible, he’d essentially confirmed who’d hurt him so long ago. 

Hitoshi touches his cheek with a fingertip, sliding gently across the skin, but not pushing to face him again. He’s giving him a moment. 

Izuku wants to cry. 

“You’re safe with me, Izuku. I won’t be mad. Tell me.”

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[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 10: Giggles

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Izuku sighs against his mouth, feeling a little lightheaded at the idea of having Hitoshi to himself for the next few days. His boyfriend reaches up with his other hand to frame his face, tilting his head to deepen their kiss.

Izuku can’t hold back his wish to touch and explore any longer. His hands wander, gently tracing over his soft shirt as he relishes in the damp press of lips against his.

His fingertips trail up his sides, finding dips and ridges hidden beneath the fabric as they breathe each other in with quiet gasps and tiny hums of pleasure.

They briefly part mouths to find a better angle, and Izuku catches his plush lower lip, sucking gently before pressing his teeth in. Hitoshi’s hands grip a little harder, and Izuku relents with a grin, thinking of their first night as boyfriends and the memory of the kiss that ended with Hitoshi's forehead colliding with his face.

No more surprises. (Except for this one.)

Izuku suddenly ducks beneath his arm and darts around him, racing away. 

“Hey-” Hitoshi’s confused question cuts off into laughter as he makes chase. Izuku is caught midway down the hallway, and he giggles as strong arms encircle his waist. They stumble together into the bedroom, barely making it to the bed before they collapse together in a heap of limbs.

Hitoshi rolls them over so he can loom, cradled between Izuku’s thighs. 

“Punishment for running from me,” he murmurs as he leans his weight against him so he can’t escape, and then fingers dance across Izuku’s sides. He wiggles and squirms, bright laughter bubbling up as Hitoshi finds more spots to tickle. He manages to catch one of his wrists to pull it away from a particularly ticklish spot, but Hitoshi twists and catches both of his hands to press them above his head. He’s breathless with laughter when Hitoshi finally leans in to catch his lips in another kiss.

Izuku likes this. Playing and laughter, sweet interludes and heavier moments of physical connection. He’s addicted to these new highs in his life, and he never wants to let go.

His lips part on a stuttered moan when Hitoshi shifts against him, transferring his wrists to one long-fingered grip. He’s still quite trapped, and a zing of excitement races through him at the thought of what Hitoshi might be planning to do with that hand he’s slowly trailing down his side.

He pokes him right in that extra-ticklish spot. “Agh! Toshi!” He whines, twisting and failing to escape the renewed assault. “No more,” he demands with a laugh, helpless to the tickling fingers.

Hitoshi chuckles, settling his warm hand against Izuku's waist with a soft smile.

Their laughter trails off as they stare at each other. 

He appreciates the solid, warm weight of his boyfriend, caging him in and pinning him down. His cheeks flush pink at their compromising position, and when he shifts his knee to rub alongside his boyfriend’s leg, he can tell the exact moment that Hitoshi realizes where they are and what they’re doing. 

His smile drops off his face as he bites his lip and searches Izuku’s expression.

He looks torn like he wants to continue, but something makes him hesitate.

Hitoshi rolls off of him with a sigh, wincing at Izuku’s whine of disappointment. “Sorry,” he mutters, glancing away.

Izuku rolls after him, propping his head on his palm as he looks down into his boyfriend’s troubled expression. “Are you okay?”

Hitoshi nods hesitantly but doesn’t explain. Izuku wonders if he's worried about pushing things too far.

Izuku trails his eyes over him, his right arm resting lax above his head, his left curled almost defensively over his abdomen. There’s a pale flush of pink across his cheeks, and Izuku thinks it looks terribly cute on him.

(Izuku kind of wants to lean in and bite a little.)

He chews on his lip instead, a gentle warmth blooming in his chest. "Is it okay if I touch you?"

Hitoshi nods. He's relieved that there's no hesitance in his response.

Izuku runs his fingertips over the flush of his cheek, up the bridge of his nose to smooth his thumb along one fine eyebrow. Hitoshi's eyes flutter closed so that he can brush feather-soft touches along his eyelid, stroking the vague shadows beneath his eyes.

His hand winds gently into his pale purple hair, luxuriating in the way the gossamer strands flow around his fingers. "Don't ever cut your hair," he whispers with complete seriousness, meeting Hitoshi's gaze with a look. "I need it super long so I can roll around in it forever."

Hitoshi rolls his eyes. "You are so strange," he says with a chuckle.

"Yes," Izuku wholeheartedly agrees.

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AN: how long can I draw this out? >:3c

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 22: swimming

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Izuku feels a little weird about potentially meandering around in the nude, but if Hitoshi can do it, so can he. 

A lump of grey flies at him from Hitoshi’s general direction, and he barely catches it before it smacks him in the face. 

He stares down at it for a few seconds, then unabashedly rubs his face in the fabric with a soft sigh. It’s one of the hoodies that Hitoshi wears often, and it smells like him. 

He peeks up at his boyfriend and spots him watching with a fond smile. He chews on his lip with mild embarrassment and glances away, but doesn’t bother pulling the hoodie away from his nose until he’s ready to pull it over his head.

He hasn’t worn one of Hitoshi’s hoodies before, so he’s a little surprised to find it hangs halfway down his thighs with the ends of the sleeves dangling just past his fingertips. He feels like he’s swimming in his boyfriend’s clothes.

Hitoshi helps him fold the sleeves back a little and then tugs the hoodie collar to the side with a thoughtful expression. “It’s missing something,” he murmurs, tilting his head with consideration as he stares at the hint of Izuku’s exposed shoulder. He taps a fingertip against his lip with a slight smirk. 

Izuku’s seen him wear this hoodie with the capture weapon once or twice, but he can’t imagine being bundled with a scarf right now.

“I’m sure it’ll come to me eventually,” he says, turning away to fish out a soft pair of sweatpants.

(Izuku does not stare as he bends over to put them on.)

“No pants for me?” Izuku inquires, tugging at the end of the overlong hoodie. 

Hitoshi glances back at him with a soft look, briefly eyeing his legs. “If you’d like pants, feel free. Do you want me to put on a shirt, too?”

Izuku gulps, raking his gaze over Hitoshi’s bare chest. Now that he has unfettered access, to cover that up seems like a travesty. He shakes his head a little. 

Hitoshi laughs and loops an arm around his waist to tug him toward the kitchen. 

Izuku makes tea while Hitoshi puts together something light for a snack.

It’s an exhilarating sensation to feel the cool kitchen air on his bare butt when he has to stretch high above for something on an upper shelf. Hitoshi makes an odd sound and promptly fumbles the box he’s holding, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor.

(Izuku finds it a little funny, until he realizes what spilled is the box of his favorite crackers.)

They sit side-by-side on the couch, quietly enjoying their tea with the few crackers that remain after Hitoshi's mishap.

“Sorry,” his boyfriend mutters with adorably pink cheeks. Izuku shrugs and leans against him with a little smile.

Hitoshi sighs into his teacup as he drapes an arm over the back of the couch to play with Izuku’s hair. 

“It’s really okay,” Izuku insists, peering up at him. “You aren’t upset about something else, are you?” 

Hitoshi smiles and shakes his head.

He drains his cup after a few more sips and sets it on the table before turning his pale violet gaze on him.

Despite them not moving from their spots, Izuku feels a little hunted. He peeks up at his boyfriend from beneath his lashes, wondering what’s on his mind.

“Come here,” he murmurs, motioning for Izuku to sit in his lap. 

He sets his teacup aside and turns to face him, chewing on his lip with a bit of nervous anticipation. “How...?” He's not sure which direction he should be facing. 

Hitoshi leans over and grabs his leg, hauling him over to straddle his lap, his knees tucked in beside his hips. Izuku can feel his cheeks flame red at the sudden exposure, but Hitoshi’s attention is firmly set on his face. He brushes his fingers through the loose, wavy hair that’s clinging a little to the sides of his neck.

There’s a soft smile playing on his lips as his hands fall to rest on Izuku’s knees. Hitoshi meets his gaze and watches, very attentive to his reactions as his fingers spread wide.

He’s hyperaware of the fact that he is not wearing anything beneath the hoodie as Hitoshi’s fingertips begin a treacherously slow glide up his thighs.  

He swallows thickly and bites his lip, running his hands up Hitoshi’s bare arms. He traces a gentle path across his shoulders to press his palms to his wide pectorals just as Hitoshi’s thumbs brush tantalizingly close to his inner thighs. He shivers, feeling a little too warm beneath the thick fabric of the hoodie. 

His breath hitches as Hitoshi’s fingers continue on, drifting lightly past his hips. The fabric bunches over his arms, riding higher as he sweeps his hands up Izuku’s bare back, nudging him to lean closer. 

“Hitoshi?” He’s curious what he wants, but his boyfriend smiles and pulls him a little closer, his gaze dropping to the gap in his collar.

Izuku sucks in a quiet gasp at the feel of Hitoshi settling his mouth against the small patch of bare skin. 

(He figures out really quick what Hitoshi thought was ‘missing’ from his outfit.)

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AN: this one and the next few were supposed to be cute entries plus very important conversations and I'm not sure what happened...

actually, I know what happened. Hitoshi happened. I'll try and get them back on track, but it's proving difficult.

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 15: Fears

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Izuku shakes his head once, blinking quickly to try and stop the tears he can feel threatening. "He was—"

He doesn’t really want to talk about this part of his history. "We were kids—"

This feels like one of his worst-case scenarios, one of the fears hovering on the horizon, something he didn’t want to face. He clasps his hands in front of his chest, wringing his fingers together.

He’d pushed these memories to the back of his mind. 

He’d never intended to bring up his past with another living person. 

But Hitoshi already suspects enough to be dangerous. He could draw conclusions, he could assume the worst, he-

He has to explain, quickly. "Kacch—"

Izuku's eyes widen in horrified shock. 

That name.

He hasn’t-

years.

He’s desperate to stop this, now.

Tears spill as he tries to clarify. "Katsuki-" 

His voice gets stuck and catches on a sob.

Hitoshi doesn't let him flounder for another moment, pulling him up on his knees to crush him in a tight hug. Izuku feels the breath wheeze out of his chest, but he soaks up the strength while it's wrapped around him. He buries his face in Hitoshi’s shoulder and lets himself be squished, his arms trapped between their torsos. 

Hitoshi holds him for a minute until he wiggles free, reaching for the box of tissues beside the bed. 

Figures, he thinks. Nearly naked boyfriend in bed and I’ve just gotta break out the ugly sobbing. 

(This wasn’t what he’d had in mind while leading his boyfriend in a merry chase toward the bedroom.)

Hitoshi leans against him from behind, the warm weight of his arms draping around his shoulders. His nose buries in his hair, his breath fluttering the strands as he sighs. "I didn’t mean to push."

Izuku sniffles once, rubbing the tissue beneath his nose. He idly kicks his feet that dangle off the edge of the bed. 

Mood.

Killed.

He leans over to drop his trash in the wastebin.

Hitoshi gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze, then slips around his side to kneel on the floor before him. He reaches up to cup Izuku's cheeks between his hands.

They stare at one another for a long moment as he brushes his thumbs across his cheekbones, wiping away the remnants of tears. 

There's a trickle of warm appreciation that Hitoshi has placed himself like this, lower than Izuku, so that he has to look up to meet his gaze. Izuku feels somehow better that he's able to look down into his boyfriend's face.

A wordless apology hangs in the air.

Izuku slips his hand through pale purple locks, his fingers seeking out the scarring he'd found earlier. 

He tugs a little, drawing his boyfriend closer, parting his knees around his chest as warm arms wind loosely around his waist. 

Hitoshi’s fingertips trace little patterns along Izuku’s back as they look at each other. His eyes flick across his cheeks, and Izuku wonders if he’s counting his freckles.

He swallows and tries to speak, but his voice comes out as an embarrassing squeak. Hitoshi gently scratches his fingernails across his back, and Izuku's eyes nearly cross from the unexpectedly nice sensation that ripples straight through him. Hitoshi hums with curiosity and repeats the gesture a little harder.

Izuku’s next breath is a shuddering sigh.

His thoughts are a little scattered now, but he has the presence of mind to ask what he’d meant to before his voice had gotten stuck. "You- you aren’t mad, are you?"

Hitoshi presses his forehead to his breastbone and gives him a gentle hug, a warm sigh brushing across the skin of his chest. "I'm mad at someone, but not you."

He tilts his head back to peer up into Izuku's face. "Never you," he murmurs. "I really am sorry."

Izuku leans down, almost close enough to kiss, keeping that scant distance between their lips as their breaths mingle. 

The electric anticipation of so close sparks between them.

Hitoshi's lips part. He's patiently waiting for Izuku to close the distance, but he won't, not yet.

Izuku chews on his lip, happy to prolong this moment so that he can fully appreciate the nuances in Hitoshi's expression, the lowered lashes nearly hiding his amethyst gaze, the soft flush spreading across his cheeks, the way it's almost like he's begging for a taste.  

Feeling a little empowered, his next question is particularly inspired. "How are you going to make it up to me?"

Hitoshi's lips curl into a wide smile. "Tell me what you want, Izuku," he murmurs into the space between them.

Izuku shivers at the puff of breath against his lips. 

His eyes flutter shut as he whispers his reply. "Everything."

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AN: the writing from here on through 27 has been a tricky dance of how much / too much / too soon / we got this / gonna edit the shit out of this later / it's fine just roll with it / okay maybe dial it back some / oh but wait what about-

SO if I end up posting one or two of these a bit later than 'daily' it's because I'm still waffling about the details lolllll

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 20: Honest / Top

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AN: omfg. last scene I was like, oh 700 words is a good spot to cut! but then THIS ONE just didn't have a good stopping point, so you get 1700 words. of smut. So I guess... here, have more cake? have more cake.

He’s happy to let Hitoshi continue to take the lead for now, uncertain what to do to get what he wants. (He’s done this by himself, so he knows kind of what to expect, but with another person in the mix, he’s suddenly unsure of their next steps.)

Hitoshi kisses down his chest, his warm hands petting tenderly, sliding warm and careful as his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. His fingers are gentle, his touches are slow and sweet, and Izuku clutches at the bedding with a gasp. "Ah, wait—" he blurts, twisting his hips. 

Hitoshi’s hand stills, and Izuku almost curses aloud at his poor choice of words. "No, don’t— don’t stop. I mean— I meant, more," he pleads. "I want more, ‘toshi." 

He sucks in a shuddering breath when his boyfriend patiently obliges with a hint more. Just as slow, just as maddeningly tender.

Izuku is on fire, writhing beneath his slow and methodical touches. His breath hitches as he can think of nothing else but how much he aches to have everything, all at once. He's greedy for the next sting of teeth and touch, panting and desperate to chase that high of completion.

He understands why he's taking his time, but there's a part of Izuku's brain that's too honest and straightforward with the desire that's gnashing away at the reins, itching to break loose and flip him over, to climb on top and take what he wants, ready or not.

He bites at his lip and shifts impatiently, his eyes slipping closed as his fingers grip at the blankets beneath him. The temptation nearly overwhelms him as moisture collects around his lashes. Tears of frustration threaten to spill, but crying is the absolute last thing he wants to do right now.

His impatience is briefly forgotten when Hitoshi hums and brushes his lips against him. Izuku chokes on his next breath in surprise, his mouth falling open with a gasp as he shudders. 

He blinks and peers down at his boyfriend's knowing smirk, unable to stop the low sound of appreciation that sneaks up his throat as Hitoshi slowly swipes his tongue along sensitive flesh. 

He swallows thickly, his hands unclenching to shakily thread into damp purple locks. 

Oh my— He moans out a rough approximation of Hitoshi's name when his boyfriend closes his mouth around him.

On some level, he knows what's happening, but his vision and thoughts blur into a haze of fuzzy pleasure, yes please more oh god just like that, the words tumbling from his lips in between hitching breaths and quiet gasps.

Shuddering under the onslaught of sweet sensation, he arches up to follow the movements of his boyfriend’s careful ministrations, but a warm hand presses firm against his hip to still his motions. 

He groans at the loss when Hitoshi pulls away, then shivers at the unexpected cool of breath blown over his damp skin. 

Hitoshi brushes his nose against the tender skin of his inner thigh, and Izuku’s breath hisses between his teeth as Hitoshi sets his mouth and sucks a mark, gentling the sting with the warm press of tongue. 

It's hard to think around the bombardment of his senses, and the aching creep of want and more and not enough is scattered amongst the floating drift of yes and please and exactly that. 

He's feeling a little dazed when Hitoshi crawls up his body, dropping a meandering path of tiny kisses and little licks across his skin on his way back to his mouth.

He catches Izuku's lips in a tender kiss before his maddeningly gentle fingers press in to resume their dance. Izuku whines against his mouth, desperate hands clutching at his shoulders as he shifts restlessly beneath him. Hitoshi breathes out a soft laugh and nips at his mouth and jaw. 

"Please please please," Izuku begs without a morsel of shame. How can he be this patient? How can he take his time? 

There’s a sheen of sweat along Hitoshi’s brow, and Izuku is positive he must be just as half-mad with desire as he is.

"Tell me what you want," Hitoshi murmurs against his lips. 

He wants him to say it?

Izuku’s mouth falls open as he tries to form the words. Hitoshi’s slow touch is unrelenting as he pulls back to stare solemnly into his eyes, like the next words out of his mouth mean more than anything else. 

Izuku’s face flames as he shivers, reaching up to grip his boyfriend by the back of his neck to tug his face close. He swallows back a fresh moan as Hitoshi’s fingers twist suddenly, scattering his thoughts. Izuku barely manages to eke out his request, his demands, in a harsh whisper against the shell of Hitoshi’s ear, reveling in his answering shudder as his hand pulls away.

Izuku would never have thought the crinkly sound of a tearing wrapper could be a turn on, but he knows what’s following it, and his insides clench with tingling anticipation. 

"You’ll tell me to stop," he murmurs, leaning over him. Hitoshi’s gaze is cautious and watchful as he sets a careful hand on his hip and nudges against him. Izuku threads his fingers behind Hitoshi's neck, briefly entranced by his trembling limbs as he’s poised above him, waiting for Izuku to say or do something.

"You’ll tell me-" he repeats, his fingers gripping Izuku's hips a little harder.

"Yes," Izuku interrupts. "Um, did you not wa-~ahh!" Izuku's words cut off in an embarrassing squeak as Hitoshi chooses that moment to push forward. 

Izuku is glad he made him wait.

He's glad he took his time.

It's almost too much at first, his mouth falling open as Hitoshi moves slowly, carefully, inch by toe-curling inch.

His eyes are locked to Izuku's face as he watches him fall apart. 

Izuku's lips part on a breathless gasp, caught somewhere between too much and please just a bit more, staring almost sightless as Hitoshi’s features blur into a smear of purple and peach. Hitoshi stills, and it takes him a moment to realize that tears are slipping from the corners of his eyes.

"Izuku," he says, his breath coming in quiet pants as he trembles with the effort to remain still. "Tell me-" 

He shakes his head and hooks an ankle behind Hitoshi's hips, biting his lip as he tugs him closer with his hands and his leg.

Hitoshi breathes out a soft chuckle, his smile a little shaky as he presses deeper with a sigh.

Izuku shudders from his head to his toes once they’ve joined together with no room to spare.

"Tell me when," Hitoshi whispers, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks and nose, the tip of his tongue tracing Izuku's lower lip. 

Izuku shifts slightly beneath him, feeling a spark of bliss skate up his spine as Hitoshi gasps against his mouth. He grins and does it again, this time pulling with his foot as he rocks into the grind. "Yeah, now, now," he mutters, feeling his breath hitch as his excitement grows. He's ready for this, he's-

Hitoshi pulls back a few inches, catches his lips and swallows his moan as he surges forward again.

He's not ready for this, but the discomfort is nothing in comparison to the pleasure. 

It feels too good to tell him to stop.

He pants against Hitoshi's lips, their breaths mingling as his boyfriend moves, every other moan that creeps between Izuku's lips muffled by another wet kiss. Snippets of Izuku's name trickle out around Hitoshi's tongue as he licks into his mouth, kisses moving along his face and jaw interspersed with cursory tastes and gentle bites. 

Hitoshi dips his tongue into the hollow of his throat, mouthing at his pulse and whispering his name over and over again with every arching roll of his hips. 

The slick sounds of their movements echo obscenely through the room as Izuku gets caught on the first syllable of Hitoshi’s name, his brain malfunctioning as he tries and fails to tell him it’s amazing and don’t stop and so close.

The end sneaks up on him as a sudden shock of pleasure. He chokes out a gasp, wide-eyed as he clutches at Hitoshi's arms.

His boyfriend blinks down at him, dripping with sweat as he pants from exertion.

And then he sits up straight, adjusts his grip, and lets loose.

Izuku’s senses blank out in a haze of bliss.

(And then they're a mess, all over again.)

Boneless and floaty, he drifts along in an ocean of satisfaction. His boyfriend is a solid weight slumped against him, pressed close to nuzzle the skin beneath his ear. "Tell me if I should move," he murmurs. 

Izuku hums a quiet disagreement. He lifts his mostly uncooperative arms to rest across Hitoshi's back, his fingertips trailing through the cooling sweat that still slicks their skin. 

He lounges, drowsy and content, hugging his boyfriend's limp form against him.

He doesn't want to move.

He doesn't want Hitoshi to move as he basks in the heady sensation of fullness where they're still joined together.

He doesn't want to let go of their intimate connection, but they probably should clean up after what they've just done. 

(...Maybe after a short doze.)

Hitoshi shifts against him, prompting a quiet whine as his perfect moment of intimate cuddling comes to an abrupt end. He sighs at the loss.

His boyfriend leans up to give him a lazy, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping between his lips to tease, unexpectedly stealing his breath. He looms above him, cupping his face, slanting his lips for a better angle as he kisses deeper. 

Izuku feels a fresh stir of interest as Hitoshi catches his lip between his teeth, sucking on the spit-slick swell of his mouth. He groans with renewed desire. “Toshi,” he moans, almost disappointed when Hitoshi releases his lip with a quiet chuckle. 

"Sorry," he says, although he doesn’t look regretful at all as he looks him over, brushing a damp lock of green away from his sweaty forehead. His fond smile is achingly tender. "Feel up for another shower?"

Izuku’s eyes slip shut with a sigh. "After a nap, unless you carry me."

Hitoshi hums with amusement, pressing another kiss to his throat, his chin, his lips. "Maybe I will."

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AN: oml. oml. oml. This one? I am so smutted out. Is that a thing? If these guys have another go or two before the February prompts are over, it's probably going to be a barely described thing, fade to black, you've got the idea. phew. There is some cuddling and talking and thinking totally deep thoughts ahead for the next prompts 21-28. at 28 I'm for sure done with these xD

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ShinDeku Day 16: Obstacle

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There's a breathless moment of anticipation after Izuku's reply settles into the silence.

Hitoshi surges upwards to tackle him into the mattress, looming over him again to press sweet kisses to his cheeks and mouth. His boyfriend's fingers dance over his side, drawing out more giggles and gasps as he tickles and teases.

Izuku wants more, and just as he opens his mouth to voice his complaint, Hitoshi captures his lips for a deep kiss, his tongue slipping inside to lick and taste.

His playfulness becomes subdued as he nudges Izuku's knees apart to settle in for a long session, resting his upper body against his elbows as he dips his head to savor Izuku's mouth. His arms cage him in, and the wet sounds of their lips pressing and parting, tongues touching and tasting are almost obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

Izuku's breath hitches from the mounting excitement. 

He’s not sure where to put his hands. There's so much skin to touch. He slips his fingers up Hitoshi’s side, only briefly tempted to look for more ticklish spots. He moves his leg for Hitoshi to settle more comfortably between his thighs, and Izuku gasps into Hitoshi’s mouth at the tantalizing hint of friction between them. He needs him just a bit closer. 

He winds the fingers of one hand into the hair at the back of Hitoshi's neck, briefly playing with the strands before catching hold with a firm grip. There's a press of desperation taking root in his chest, and he doesn't want to risk another escape or interruption. 

He trails his other down Hitoshi's bare back, delighting in the way his muscles flex and bunch when he touches something just right. The fabric of Hitoshi’s boxers is slick beneath his touch, and it’s a visceral pleasure to feel it slide beneath his hand as he reaches low, far enough to cup his hand around Hitoshi’s cheek and squeeze. 

(He'd meant to use it as leverage to pull him closer, but he couldn’t help himself.)

Hitoshi pulls back with a gasp, his lips swollen and red, slick with spit. His pupils are blown wide, revealing silvery depths as his hungry gaze sweeps across Izuku’s face with desire. "We need—" he starts to say, but Izuku uses his grip in his hair to pull his mouth back down for another taste, catching his lip between his teeth as he tries and fails to tug him just a bit higher.

Izuku releases his lip only long enough to eagerly pick another spot to suck and nip. Hitoshi groans and opens his mouth to say something, but Izuku uses the opportunity to lick into his mouth, tangling his tongue and muffling his words. Hitoshi relents for a moment with a sigh, pressing hard against him to kiss with a sharp intensity that leaves Izuku gasping for breath.

With Izuku briefly dazed, Hitoshi pulls back an inch to try again, "We need to—"

Izuku knows exactly what they need, and he tips his face up to expose the long line of his throat for Hitoshi’s mouth to explore. He shudders in pleasure at the warm swipe of tongue in the hollow of his throat, then gasps out a breathy whine when teeth find his skin. 

"—Fuck," Hitoshi groans against his neck. 

Izuku wholeheartedly agrees. "Yeah okay," he blurts.

Hitoshi shifts against him with a stuttering sigh, finding his lips again with a groan. Izuku is completely on board with this level of enthusiasm, half in love with how nice it feels to have his solid weight pressing against him. Crush me forever, he thinks, throwing a leg over Hitoshi’s hip to tug him closer, shamelessly rocking his hips up to grind against him. There’s another hint of toe-curling friction, and he just needs to either shift a tiny bit to the right or pull his boyfriend a smidge higher to make it perfect. 

Izuku wiggles beneath him, his kisses growing sloppy and rushed as he lets go of Hitoshi's neck, insistent on adjusting his boyfriend’s position to find a better angle.

Hitoshi suddenly lifts onto his hands and knees, putting a horrible amount of space between them. Izuku whines at the loss, tugging to try and pull him back down. 

Hitoshi reluctantly pushes away from him with an unhappy frown. "We ah, shouldn’t—"

Izuku blinks up at him. He must have misheard. "We— what? Why not?" He tilts his head with confusion. "Wait. We shouldn’t what, exactly?"

Hitoshi bites his lip and looks askance. "Er," he says, apparently at a loss for words.

"Hitoshi." Izuku’s tone is firm and a little annoyed. "We’re both still dressed. Um. Sort of. What should we not be doing?"

"Well," he hesitates, turning a little pink.

"Are you trying to tell me you're not ready for anything more than kissing?" Izuku wonders.

He swallows, feeling a rush of disappointment. 

It's fine if he's not ready. He shouldn't have assumed. 

But... 

...he's been in relationships before. 

"Do you—" he pauses and bites at his lip. "Do you not want to do those sorts of things?"

Hitoshi doesn't immediately answer.

There's a sudden creeping worry that he knows is probably just his self-consciousness peeking out, but... "Is it me?"

Hitoshi sits up in a rush, waving his hands to deny the thought. "No, no that’s not it at all, I just..." He sucks in a breath and stares at his knees, a grimace on his lips. His hands flex and clench at his sides. "I just..." 

Izuku sits up and takes hold of his hand. He doesn't shake him off, so that's a good sign.

Hitoshi brushes his free hand through his hair with a long sigh. "I have problems with..." He swallows and gives Izuku an appraising look. "Consent and maintaining consent is such a big deal for me. With my quirk, I—"

Izuku cuts him off. "No, no, you aren’t really still worried about that with me, are you?"

Hitoshi rubs his hand down his face and briefly glances away. Izuku squeezes the hand he's holding, encouraging him to answer. "No, well, yes. But it’s just that...It’s hard to let go of that fear. That I'm taking advantage of someone, or that someone might lose their agency to tell me to stop."

Izuku pushes at him so that Hitoshi rolls onto his back. This time, he's the one that's looming over a blushing man that doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He sighs and cups his cheek. He waits until Hitoshi meets his gaze, then echoes his earlier proclamation. "You're safe with me, Hitoshi."

Hitoshi closes his eyes with a sigh, turning his face to nuzzle into Izuku's palm. "Yeah," he agrees.

Izuku chews on his lower lip for a moment, thinking very hard about what he's about to suggest. "How about..." Hitoshi peers up at him with curiosity, trailing tickling fingers up Izuku's forearm. 

Izuku licks his lower lip, watching Hitoshi's expression as he makes his offer. "How about you just tell me when to stop, and otherwise don't say anything at all?"

Hitoshi swallows, his eyes widening with anticipation.

Izuku leans closer and puts his hands on either side of the bed beside Hitoshi's face to support his weight. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, his eyes on Izuku's lips. 

"Good."

Before he can think better of his decision, Izuku rolls onto his back and quickly shimmies out of his pajama pants, leaving one less obstacle between them. 

Clad only in his boxers and grinning with wild excitement at his boyfriend's wide-eyed expression, he throws his leg over his hips and straddles him. 

A surprising thrill at being in charge wells bright and sparkling in his chest. He bites his lip with anticipation and gently presses the fingertips of both hands to Hitoshi's throat to feel him swallow. He slowly drags his touch down Hitoshi's chest, his eyes on his hands as they trace a path across his skin.

"Now, the only word I want to hear out of your mouth is stop, and nothing else, got it?"

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an: initial draft had a bit there where Izuku refers to the cute-guy AU point that Hitoshi's quirk doesn't work on him so he has nothing to worry about, but it felt right to leave out that line because it should be more about the overall trust in your partner.

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ShinDeku Day 26: blushing, sleepover

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an: so many sleepovers. also, i thought they were done but i'm forever wrong when it comes to these two

It takes a while (a long while), but Izuku eventually realizes that there is such a thing as too much. 

That understanding, however, doesn't necessarily mean he's willing to stop anytime soon.

“I should stop. You’re gonna- hahh~” Hitoshi slows with a shudder, then leans in for a hasty kiss.

Izuku gasps at the new angle and throws his leg around the taller man's waist to try and nudge him back into motion. “Keep going, keep going,” he pants into Hitoshi’s mouth. They're both drenched in sweat, and his leg slips twice before Hitoshi catches his thigh beneath his arm. He tries to shift but can't get enough leverage to move. 

He winds his arms around Hitoshi's damp neck, fingering the locks clinging to his neck as Hitoshi stops entirely, using his weight to hold Izuku still so he can leisurely kiss his pouting lips. "Mean," Izuku accuses half-heartedly.

Hitoshi presses their foreheads together and takes a bracing breath. "Not mean," he says with a shuddering sigh. Izuku tugs on his neck for another kiss, and he relents with a chuckle. 

"If we don't stop-" kiss, 

"-you're gonna regret this-" lick, 

"-in the morning-" nip. 

“Sounds like a problem for future me,” Izuku replies, sneaking his tongue into Hitoshi’s mouth to lick until his boyfriend groans and pulls back. Izuku hisses with discomfort. He hurts in the best ways, but his eyes track a droplet of sweat that trickles from Hitoshi's hairline to trail temptingly down his jaw. “Yeah, yeah okay, but still, same answer.”

Hitoshi closes his eyes for a moment and Izuku wonders if he's praying to some deity for strength. When he opens them again, he hikes Izuku’s other leg up over his shoulder and gives him a sharp grin. "Alright."

No regrets.

...Okay, maybe a few regrets.

💜💚💜💚

"Another sleepover, hm?" Izuku cheekily asks as Hitoshi helps towel him off. They're fresh from one final bath, feeling lazy and absolutely worn out.

Izuku leans back and watches Hitoshi rub at his hair with a towel until it poofs up in a riot of violet fluff. He absolutely plans on running his fingers through it until it dries. They carefully squeeze and blot the lingering water out of Izuku’s waves, and he’s happy for the careful attention so that his hair doesn’t turn into a hazard of twisted tangles.

“Sleepovers, always,” Hitoshi solemnly answers. 

Izuku beams up at him. 

"Fuckin' bright," his boyfriend mutters, leaning down to muffle Izuku's laugh with the warm press of lips. His thumbs stroke his cheeks as drops another kiss on the tip of his nose. Izuku's heart feels unbelievably light, but it doesn't help him stand without a bit of a wobble.

Hitoshi snorts and scoops him up into his arms again.

"Am I destined to be carried around the house forever?" Izuku asks, ducking his head to hide his furious blush.

Hitoshi kisses him on the brow with a little hum of amusement. "Depends how often you insist on being injured."

"Worth it," Izuku mutters with a sigh.

Hitoshi deposits him gently on the edge of the bed and gives him a lingering look. “I know you normally sleep in pajamas, but...”

Izuku’s brows shoot upwards. “I don’t plan on wearing them, ever again.” 

“You are insatiable,” Hitoshi mutters, faintly blushing as he turns away. “Alright, tonight we’ll go without, but you should consider wearing pants in the future in case of an emergency.”

Izuku purses his lips with consideration. “What if I just keep emergency pants on the nightstand?”

Hitoshi rolls his eyes and climbs into bed, holding the blankets aside for Izuku to join him.

One of the cats has decided to brave the bedroom despite all the racket the humans made over the course of the day, stealing the spare pillow as Izuku rests his head on Hitoshi’s shoulder. 

He idly traces a fingertip around a nipple to watch it bead under the attention. 

"We are going to sleep," Hitoshi reminds him. 

"Mmhm," he replies with a little grin.

He places his palm over Hitoshi’s heart and shifts a little closer. It makes sense to hook his leg over Hitoshi’s and press close, relishing in the feel of nothing between them. He's completely at ease, and it's such a novel experience to trust someone implicitly while being so exposed and vulnerable. 

Hitoshi disturbs his comfortable spot by rolling toward him. He doesn’t whine, but he does grumble a little until Hitoshi's warm arm wraps around his waist and tugs him closer.

He can see the faintest shimmer of silver in the darkness that blinks out of sight each time his boyfriend closes his eyes. “Sleepovers, forever,” Hitoshi whispers before pressing his lips to Izuku’s brow. 

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ShinDeku Day 13: Bitter

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an: this scene and the next have been grade-a struggle, and i'm not sure i like them just yet. I will continue to fiddle with the structure and pacing. it's important they're just right, but now is not the time for weeks of gently massaging the story xD

Izuku follows his gaze to look at the wide scar from so many years ago.

Shit. 

Their gazes meet for a split second before Hitoshi turns his attention back to the mark. “Is this what you were worried about?” He traces his fingers along the edge of the old burn, then leans close to press his lips to the dark surface. 

Izuku shivers. 

Hitoshi’s other hand is tracing slowly now, with purpose. Izuku suspects he's looking for more marks like the one that’s clear as day on his shoulder. He finds one, and then another. Izuku shudders with recognition every time his fingers stall to touch and feel out the edges. 

He’s caught in a mix of feelings - embarrassment at the disfiguring marks, anger that he’ll never be rid of the old and painful memories, and pleasure at his gentle touches.

His teeth gently nip the skin beside the scar on his shoulder. “You have more than I thought,” he whispers, tracing his lips up Izuku’s neck.

Izuku squeezes his eyes closed, a frown pulling at his mouth as he turns his face away with the sudden swell of bitter anger. He has a lot more than any regular civilian should have. He doesn’t like thinking of the circumstances that led to each one.

Hitoshi leans forward, tipping Izuku over until he's nestled against the soft bedding. He looks up with surprise, briefly meeting Hitoshi's warm gaze before he turns his attention to the marks littering his torso. 

He leans in and presses a warm kiss to the one on his shoulder. Izuku sighs as seeking fingertips sweep his skin, leaving sweet tingles in their wake as he searches for more. Hitoshi dips his head lower to kiss a mark on his abdomen, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to the waistband of his pajama pants. 

He chews on his lip to distract himself, and he’s not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed when the next scar Hitoshi finds is on his forearm. 

(disappointed.)

Hitoshi lifts his wrist and brushes his mouth against the old mark, his tongue slipping out to sweep the pulse point of his wrist before he presses a tender kiss to his palm. He nips gently at the edge of his hand before turning his attention to the scar on his bicep. 

(he’s no longer disappointed.) 

Hitoshi’s pays silent homage to every mark he can find with lips and tongue and teeth, slowly, methodically, intent on leaving better memories where the old aches still haunt him. 

Izuku shivers under the tender onslaught, wavering between sadness and desire.

His boyfriend runs out of marks to cherish and changes direction, peppering little kisses up his chest, in the hollow of his throat, and across his jaw and cheek toward his mouth until Izuku relents and turns to catch his lips with a breathless little sigh. 

Hitoshi settles firmly against him, a warm weight cradled between his thighs, anchoring him to earth. There is nothing but them, together, Hitoshi's tongue sweeping into his mouth, Izuku catching his lip and sucking, gentle bites and the soft sounds of their breaths mingling. 

He wants to wipe those lingering memories from his mind and think of nothing else but the man above him.

He threads his hands into Hitoshi’s hair wanting so much more, to kiss every section of his mouth, to taste and lick and nip and brand this man with who he is and what he wants and never let him go.

Hitoshi shifts at that moment, edging his hips a little closer, swallowing Izuku's gasp of surprise at the feel of Hitoshi's hardness pressing against his thigh.

His boyfriend smiles against him, their lips brushing whisper-soft as he speaks. “You didn’t think your scars would bother me, did you?”

Izuku nods once, then shakes his head, feeling a little confused and light-headed as Hitoshi chuckles and kisses him again. He'd been worried about too many things. 

(Maybe he needn't have worried.)

“Hmm,” he says, trailing soft kisses across his mouth to his shoulder.

His attentions slow as he looks up to meet Izuku’s gaze, his fingertips tickling along the edge of the largest mark. His arm rests beside his head where Hitoshi had placed it earlier, and he turns his eyes to the scar on his wrist, inches from their faces.

"These are years old," he murmurs, dropping a fresh kiss against his wrist. He glances up with a tiny smirk. "Unless you're secretly a vigilante and seeing a healer that leaves you littered with scars." Izuku rolls his eyes with a sigh, appreciating the moment of humor.

(He doesn't want to admit it may have crossed his mind a few times in the past, but that's not the point.)

Hitoshi is deceptively calm as he visually compares the two in close proximity. “You would have gotten these as a kid.” There is a long moment of silence as Hitoshi looks over the marks with his eyes and fingertips. Izuku can guess that he's beginning to see the similarities between them.

Izuku doesn’t want to look anymore.

 

(He's back to worrying.)

“Was it a bully, or do I need to hunt down an old asshole that’s about to have a very bad day?”

Izuku's lips twitch with a flash of amusement. He briefly pictures his boyfriend in his terrifying costume, darkening his old bullies' windows.  (...Darkening Bakugou's window. Would he be unsettled, or just curious about a late-night visitor?)

He absently spreads his hands across Hitoshi’s back and bites at his lower lip but doesn't say anything. 

Hitoshi presses his face to Izuku's chest, heaving a quiet little sigh. "When I was ten," he says, his fingers sweeping up the back of his neck to hold aside a chunk of his hair. "Someone knocked me down a flight of stairs after one of my classmates accused me of doing something to them with my quirk. I had to get a dozen stitches." 

Hitoshi fishes for Izuku's hand and presses his fingertips to a hidden mark. Izuku shifts to peer closer, trailing his fingers over the thin silver line tucked away from sight there. He feels a wave of discomfort when he realizes he has a similar one hidden within his curls. What are the odds? 

There's a smile in his voice as he turns his face to press his cheek to Izuku's shoulder. Izuku continues to stroke the mark, his thoughts whirling. "I have others, little cuts and burns that never quite healed. Always an accident, or self-defense. I was lucky my mom paid attention." Fingertips brush over the bridge of his nose, and Izuku sees a pale mark where he touches. "This one could have been much worse. One of my teachers insisted I wear a muzzle during school hours. Mama was pissed when she found out." 

He props himself up on his elbow and gazes into Izuku's eyes. His fingers feel glued to the scar Hitoshi has revealed to him, and there's a building desire to dump all of these old memories in his lap. 

Maybe he'll know what to do with them. 

(Maybe then he'll be able to forget.)

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ShinDeku Day 11: Shirt

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AN: Firstly, as I’m writing these next sections, I’m beginning to realize I might not be able to post all 28 sections as a complete oneshot. I think I'll need to scavenge some chunks to use in later chapter(s) of Trouble, specifically something that comes up in these next few prompts. Secondly, today might be edging into M for Mature rating. Lastly, while things are getting a tiny bit spicy now, don't get too excited when I hide half of these upcoming scenes behind a ~more~ break. Explicit isn't on the menu for these prompts, but I have thoughts about how close I might toe that line.

“You may continue,” Hitoshi teases, closing his eyes again as he tucks his arm behind his head. 

Izuku breathes out a laugh and tweaks his boyfriend’s nose with a fingertip. Hitoshi scrunches his face with a grin. 

He scoots a little closer, then runs his fingers over Hitoshi’s plush lips. They part, enticingly, and he wants to lean forward to kiss him. He bites his lip and continues on, pushing down his desire in order to prolong this moment of sweetness. 

His hand strokes over the rough stubble on his jaw to touch his neck. Such a vulnerable location, Izuku thinks, extending his fingers to loosely encircle Hitoshi’s throat, feeling the movement under his palm as he swallows.

His gaze drops lower to the collar of his shirt, trailing his fingers over the fabric. It bunches and tugs aside, revealing tiny peeks of collarbone. He can’t help himself then, leaning forward to press his lips to warm skin.

Hitoshi’s breath hitches.

He leans back again to watch the expressions playing across his face as his fingertips dance lower across one pectoral. Hitoshi’s brows twitch and furrow as his thumb passes over his nipple.

He does it again, feeling the flesh stiffen beneath his fingertip as he gently strokes his thumb back and forth. Hitoshi is holding very still, chewing at the inside of his lip. 

He wonders what kind of sound he might make if he pinched... or closed his mouth around the little nub and sucked. His mouth waters at the thought. It’s probably for the best that he still has his shirt on, but he’s still tempted to mouth at it through the fabric.

He very reluctantly moves on. 

Hitoshi’s hand is still clenched over his abdomen, and Izuku works his fist open with playing fingertips, squeezing the digits and stroking over the light scarring on his knuckles from the injury he’d patched up so recently. His gaze wanders over Hitoshi’s torso, wondering how the rest of his healing injuries look. 

He chews at his lip as he plays with Hitoshi’s hand, stroking his fingers up his forearm to watch tiny goosebumps spread. He pulls at his wrist to set it aside, exposing his abdomen. He trails his touch along his stomach and fingers the lower edge of his shirt. 

Hitoshi shifts beneath his hand, a scrunch of abdominal muscles that makes him want to see and touch what’s hidden beneath the fabric. He peeks up at Hitoshi’s face. 

He’s watching him with a dark look in his eyes. His lips are parted and damp. 

Izuku slips his fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt, watching as his lids lower, feeling the shiver that rocks his boyfriend’s body as his hand drags across the soft fuzz below his belly button. His abdomen clenches again, and for a long moment he’s horribly tempted to slip his hand lower. 

Soon.

He slides his hand up instead, watching the shirt bunch over his wrist. Tantalizing stretches of skin are exposed, inch by inch. “Take it off?” 

Needing no further encouragement, Hitoshi lifts his torso just far enough to pull the shirt off in one smooth motion, then lies back down in the same position. 

Izuku sits up, deciding he needs both hands for this particular adventure. His eyes follow his fingertips as he gently touches scars, dips into the hollows between muscles, rolls softly over the planes of his abdomen and sides. He peeks up as he touches feather-light in spots that he thinks might be ticklish, but Hitoshi doesn't react aside from a slow curl of his lips. 

Damn, Izuku thinks. He'd been hoping to find a hidden weakness. 

(There are more spots he can check, later. He has a list of potential targets.)

He doesn't break eye contact as he slides his hands up further to brush his thumbs over his nipples. They harden beneath his touch, and Hitoshi's breath hitches again. He flicks his gaze down to the tempting bit of flesh. 

Should he? Just a kiss, there. 

Maybe a lick. 

He glances up at Hitoshi, wondering if he should ask permission. But he said he can touch. This counts, right?

This counts.

He leans forward and presses a tiny kiss to the little nub, then parts his lips and flicks his tongue out to taste. 

Hitoshi gasps. The fingers of the hand lying lax at his side flies up to grip at Izuku's shirt.

Emboldened by the response, he closes his mouth around the flesh and sucks, just a little.

His boyfriend makes the most amazing sound, so he sucks a bit harder, then presses his teeth into skin. 

Just a hint.

"Holy fuck, Izuku," Hitoshi growls, lurching upwards to grasp at him, pulling his face down for a hasty, messy kiss. The angle is a little awkward, and he's contemplating the risks of straddling his boyfriend's lap when he feels fingers fumbling at his waist. 

Izuku realizes Hitoshi's trying to strip him of his shirt. 

His blood runs cold. 

He catches Hitoshi's hands and pulls away from their kiss, swallowing harshly as his ardor fades. 

“Um, wait,” Izuku says, feeling horribly ashamed at the sudden swell of self-consciousness washing over him. This shouldn't be a thing. It's been years. 

Hitoshi has scars of his own, so why is he so worried about him seeing the marks from his painful history?

He's not good enough for this.

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an: sorry for the cliffy, but the scene is getting super long... i s'pose all these scenes are rather cliffy and teasing huh. my bad 😘

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 4: Haircut / Squeeze

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AN: lol.

Hitoshi eventually sets him down with one last peck and Izuku reluctantly unwinds his arms from around his neck.

"We really should eat something so we have fuel to handle whatever else we decide to do today." The way Hitoshi suggests this seems both perfectly innocent and heavy with promise.

Izuku stares up at him with a growing smile as Hitoshi threads his fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp.

He closes his eyes and leans into the touch, sighing with bliss. Locks of his hair fall into his face each time Hitoshi withdraws his hand for another gentle stroke. Izuku wonders if he should get a haircut before he sees his mom again, or leave it long so that he can experience more soft moments like this one.

At the next gentle tug, he realizes he’s going to need some kind of compromise. 

Just a trim, and a lot more of this. 

Izuku plants his chin on Hitoshi’s chest and stares up into his peaceful expression. A hint of morning sunshine spills in through the open balcony door, warming their toes as he admires the way the light sparkles in his violet eyes.

He wraps his arms around Hitoshi’s waist, hugging gently as he thinks about how damned nice this has been. 

Just... vibing with a pretty guy in his apartment. 

Sleepovers, kisses, coffee, cuddles... so much while still so little.

It’s everything.

A few tiny words find themselves caught behind Izuku’s teeth as he stares and watches and thinks and feels.

He really considers it sometimes. What would it be like to be with someone that might warrant those three little words? 

If he says them now, everything would change. 

Would everything change?

He closes his eyes and swallows thickly, willing away the prick of tears. He does not want to cry and spoil this sweet moment.

 

Fuck, he thinks. 

It's way too early for him to be thinking of love. 

(But he kind of is.)

It's too perfect.

Is it too perfect? 

He’s feeling a heaviness in his heart, a thickness in his throat, a pressure to speak his mind. 

He needs a distraction.

His right hand slowly slips downward. Hitoshi’s hands still in his hair and he blinks down at Izuku’s innocent expression, arching an eyebrow with disbelief. Izuku bites his lip to contain the little grin threatening to break loose as his fingers continue to dip lower, a bit further, until they pass over the swell of Hitoshi’s absolutely perfect ass. 

It’s just a few more inches until he can cup his fingers beneath one cheek to squeeze.

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[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 9: Forbid

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Hitoshi props his chin on a hand and gives him a slow smile. "But a date night does sound nice." He taps at his cheek and bites his lower lip before continuing with a devilish smirk. "Maybe I'll bring a blindfold so you can listen to me talk without mooning over my eyes and hair the whole time."

Izuku whines and presses his hands to his face. "I won't be that bad, probably?" He hides there for a moment, trying very hard to ignore how his stomach flips at the thought of being blindfolded. He eventually manages to ask, "When?"

Hitoshi hums and leans closer, brushing his nose against a patch of cheek that's not covered by Izuku's fingers. "Maybe this weekend. I'm not sure I'm ready to let you leave this apartment just yet."

Izuku peeks from between his fingers. "What does that mean?"

Hitoshi tilts his head and watches him with a knowing smile playing across his lips. "I mean, I'd rather lounge with you in this apartment, together, and neither of us go anywhere until the weekend."

That does sound nice. Izuku absently chews his lip and stares for longer than necessary as he thinks about all the things that they might do to pass the time together.

But it’s not exactly reasonable, is it? 

He gets up with an arched eyebrow. "Okay, that does sound a bit nice, but I have to eventually leave. Groceries are needed, and surely you've got to go in to work for something, right?" He collects their bowls and brings them to the sink, trying to take his mind off his boyfriend for just one minute.

Hitoshi shakes his head and stands to follow. "I don't need to go anywhere," he murmurs, stepping in behind him as Izuku rinses the dishes in the sink. 

A shiver of anticipation rolls down Izuku’s spine at the warmth of him standing so close. 

"And neither do you," he adds on, placing his hands on either side of Izuku's hips. He leans in and whispers in his ear, "I forbid you from leaving."

Izuku whirls and looks up into Hitoshi's playful expression. "You can't just forbid me from going to the store."

Hitoshi swoops in to press a brief kiss to his mouth. "I can, and I have, just now. If you wish to be obstinate, I'll be happy to tie you up."

Izuku's mouth falls open at the suggestion, a crimson flush burning over his cheeks. He turns his face away and crosses his arms, trying to play off his interest for that idea with rolled eyes. "I can't make dinner if we don't have the appropriate supplies." 

(He’s absolutely not thinking about being tied up and blindfolded.)

(yes, he is.)

Hitoshi’s fingers tickle gently up his sides, teasingly light over his crossed arms to rest on his shoulders. Izuku's arms fall lax, his fingertips tingling with the sudden ache to touch, but he's a little worried that if he starts, he might not stop.

Hitoshi dips to press his lips to Izuku's exposed neck, and Izuku swallows hard to block the whine he can feel creeping up his throat. He closes his eyes, relishing in the sensations that make his heart race. His face feels like it's on fire.

He drops tiny kisses along his skin in a slow path toward his jaw. "I can order whatever you want. You won't have to go anywhere," he offers in a quiet murmur. More kisses trail up over his cheek, and Izuku turns his face to give him better access. 

His breath is starting to feel a little shuddery as the tiny kisses inch closer to his lips. He has never felt more cherished, more wanted. 

His lips part on a little gasp of air when Hitoshi draws close enough to press a kiss there, but he skips past to kiss his chin, instead. 

Izuku rolls his head back with a sigh, only a tiny bit disappointed. He can wait for a real kiss if his boyfriend wants to do this first. This is nice. 

He swallows harshly and opens his mouth to speak, but his voice comes out a little rough. He quietly clears his throat and tries again. "What would- Um. What would we do with our time, then, if we aren't going anywhere?"

Hitoshi hums and cups a hand along Izuku's cheek, drawing his attention. Izuku blinks up at him, astonished by the way his dilated silvery pupils almost glow in the soft morning light.

"I can think of a few things." He leans down to press a soft kiss to his mouth. 

"And we can start right now."

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>:3c

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 17: Picture / Moving

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AN: omg ok yeah this is Mature for sure for sure starting today, and it's a struggle to keep out the details that would nudge this into explicit territory.

Izuku holds his breath, waiting to see what Hitoshi might say, or do, after hearing his demand.

A bright flush sweeps over Hitoshi's cheeks as he stares up into Izuku's earnest expression before he blinks and nods.

Izuku leans forward to press a careful kiss to his lips, then his chin and cheek and brow.

Hitoshi remains silent, but his fingertips creep up over Izuku's knees, spreading little trails of goosebumps the higher he goes.

Izuku grips Hitoshi's wrists to stop him with a playful smile, tilting his head with consideration before placing his hands above his head.

He briefly wonders how nice it might look to have him trussed up and at his mercy. His pretty, violet-haired boyfriend, panting beneath him, trapped.

Picture perfect.

(Maybe some other time.)

For now, he’s going to...

Well... He's going to do something, that's for sure.

(He’s read all sorts of stuff about how this works. It shouldn’t be that difficult.)

"Stay put," he murmurs, leaving Hitoshi's hands placed above his head. He watches as his boyfriend swallows harshly and grabs onto the blanket, feeling a little thrill of control. Izuku's eyes skate over corded muscle and old scars. 

He runs fingers over places that he knows will make Hitoshi gasp, brushing his thumbs over his sensitive nubs once, twice, watching as the flush spreads across his face. Hitoshi licks at his lip, leaving a damp sparkle that draws his attention. 

He leans forward to kiss him again, his lids fluttering closed as their lips touch. Hitoshi tries to chase his mouth when he pulls away, but he pushes him back down with a breathless chuckle. 

Impatience wells within him, bright and hungry for more. He wants to do everything all at once, but only has vague ideas of where to start.

He wants to play and see how far he can push Hitoshi before he gives in and takes back control.

He leaves a little bite on his chin, kisses down his neck to nip at his throat, then sweeps his tongue across the long line of his clavicle. He trails his lips across Hitoshi's skin, dropping soft kisses and taking tastes of his sweat, smiling at the soft sounds of his breath quickening. 

He leans down to press his lips to one nipple, pinching the other gently between his thumb and forefinger, reveling in Hitoshi’s tiny close-mouthed groan and his abdomen flexing beneath his other hand.

He draws the flesh into his mouth with a soft suck, and Hitoshi bucks up against him with a fresh gasp that hisses through his teeth. Izuku hums and dips lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses over his stomach, grazing his fingertips through the soft fuzz above his boxers. He licks at the edge of his bellybutton and hears an answering sigh.

Izuku fingers at the waistband of his boxers and peeks up to see Hitoshi's face is flushed red, his lips parted as he pants. He ducks to hide his amusement, leaning to the side to set his teeth against the edge of his hip, pressing just hard enough to leave a vague imprint as Hitoshi's breath catches on a groan. 

He smooths his tongue over the mark and turns to brush his cheek over his hip, his gaze centered on the bulge beneath Hitoshi's boxers. 

He wants to peel back the fabric hiding the rest of him from view. 

He wants to taste every inch of him, to run his tongue along his skin and leave little marks in places that no one else can see.

But his confidence is waning, and this seems just a bit beyond him at the moment. 

He crawls back up Hitoshi's torso to kiss him again, gently settling himself over his hardness, leaning forward to feel them pressed against each other through the thin fabric of their boxers.

His boyfriend shudders beneath him, and Izuku is immediately entranced by the electric zing of pleasure that shoots through him at his first tentative shift.

Hitoshi grips at the blankets above his head with white-knuckled fists, his muscles straining as he does his best to hold back. 

Izuku threads a hand into his violet hair and holds on to his shoulder, using the leverage to rock against him again, his mouth falling open with surprise at the toe-curling sensation. 

The idea that something as simple as this could feel so good is beyond his wildest imagination and is somehow intensely better than any session of self-care.

He shivers, slowly moving against him, savoring the tiny sounds escaping his boyfriend's throat.

It's quickly overwhelming him.

He wants more, he needs more, but he doesn't know what to do. He has a thousand ideas and no clue where to start. His hips stutter as his eyes slip closed, a quiet moan creeping up his throat as he grinds them together, chasing the heightening sensations as the curl of pleasure winds tighter in his gut.

He breathes a quiet sigh of relief when Hitoshi gives up the battle to behave and clutches at his hips. His fingers twitch against him, urging him to shift closer, encouraging him to move just a bit faster. 

"Ahh... 'toshi," he whines, feeling helpless to stop as he edges closer to the precipice.

They both have been dancing around this game of teasing desire for too long. Little more is needed than these small shifting movements, breaths mingling as their lips inelegantly mash, little nips and licks between panting moans.

Izuku feels flushed, shivering with want as he follows Hitoshi's shaky lead, aching and straining for the end that seems just out of reach.

His boyfriend slips a hand between them, fumbling for the briefest of moments before he grips, and Izuku moans against his neck as he unexpectedly and completely unravels beneath the touch.

"Fuck, Izuku," Hitoshi groans, his free hand tugging at his hair to pull his face up for a messy, frantic kiss. He's vaguely aware of a few more stuttered movements between them before Hitoshi tenses with a sigh against his mouth.

His boyfriend lazily kisses him as Izuku recovers from his dazed state. The sweat cooling on his back makes him shiver, and he's a little sleepy. He wants to pull a blanket over them and never move again, but he's feeling a bit... sticky.

"Oh no, we’re messy," Izuku half-heartedly complains as tucks his face into Hitoshi's damp neck.

"I hate to break it to you, but this is not nearly as messy as I expect things will get," he replies with a hint of amusement. (Izuku's lazy mindset perks up with the possibilities.) "I suppose we could take a shower, though."

"Together," Izuku immediately suggests.

Hitoshi thinks about it for a moment, gently sweeping his fingers against Izuku’s back. He melts a little more against the solid warmth of his chest.

He thinks he'll stay in this spot forever.

"Sure," his boyfriend agrees.

(Hm. Forever, right after they get out of the shower.)

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AN: well, where else can we go with this? a few places. heh. The next ten prompts are still in horribly scattered pieces, and I want to wrap up and post another villain prequel oneshot today or tomorrow (depending on how long it takes to do final edits with a readthrough) so the next posts on this might not be tomorrow??