ShinDeku Day 5: Hugs / Cooking
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Izuku's distraction works a little too well for both of them.
He mourns the loss of Hitoshi’s fingers in his hair as he settles his hands on Izuku's waist with a smirk. "I don't think you understand what you're asking for," he murmurs.
Izuku blinks up at him with an innocent smile. "You're right, I don't. What am I asking for?"
Hitoshi's hands splay wide over his sides. Izuku shivers at the touch as fingertips find the lower edge of his shirt, lifting to expose a hint of skin. They trace gentle, teasing patterns there for a second, feather-light until Izuku twitches away from a spot that tickles.
"Ah, there it is," Hitoshi purrs with a look of dark glee, and Izuku realizes in that moment that he's doomed.
Izuku hangs on to his prize for dear life, but Hitoshi's fingertips seek and stroke and poke, drawing helpless giggles until he finally relents, releasing his grip on Hitoshi's butt. He scampers back to escape the tickling fingers, but his boyfriend is quick to catch him, pulling his arms up around his neck so that he can hug him safely without further groping.
They're both a little breathless as they smile at one another. "So," Hitoshi murmurs, swaying them lightly from side to side. He doesn’t say anything more.
“We should think about cooking breakfast,” Izuku suggests in a whisper, but he clings just a little tighter.
The breeze sighs between the buildings, setting nearby wind chimes into motion, accompanied by the soft rustle of his balcony curtains in the gentle eddies of wind. Izuku presses his ear against Hitoshi’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.
It’s like a quiet song only they can hear, and Izuku thinks this might be his first dance.
There’s a subtle ache in his chest. It might be regret, maybe, but the sweetness of being tucked within Hitoshi’s embrace makes it hard to fathom. Perhaps it’s regret that it took so long to find this peace, regret they hadn’t met sooner, regret that they might have to part one day.
They continue to sway for a while, slowly rocking back and forth. The warmth surrounds him, seeping between their chests, the soft scent of his shirt teasing his nose. He wants to bury his face in Hitoshi and breathe him in, but more than that, he wants to keep listening to the steadily thumping beats of his heart.
He’s content to hold on forever.
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