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24 Days of MHA 2024 Day 12 - Sensory assurance

“Sunshine!” Hizashi yells out and Shouta suppresses a sigh.

“We’re at work, Hizashi,” he mildly reminds him, more out of habit than anything else, and Hizashi knows it, too, going by the loud laugh he lets out.

“So? Are you only my sunshine at home?”

“I’m not your sunshine ever,” Shouta complaints because he truly isn’t in any way, shape or form related to sunshine.

If one of them is, it’s definitely Hizashi, not that it has deterred him much in the past, and Shouta is not counting on it working now.

“Aw, but you are,” Hizashi says, much quieter, now that he’s close enough to reach Shouta and he unceremoniously drops a kiss to his head. “You are my sunshine.”

“Your days must be awfully bleak then.”

“Oh, hush, you,” Hizashi pouts and against his will, Shouta softens at the sight.

His husband is always beautiful, no question about it, but there’s just something to it when he puckers his lips just so and Shouta is very weak against the way he frowns. He’s not about to say that to Hizashi though, even though he’s reasonably sure he already knows.

Otherwise he wouldn’t use that particular face so often.

Shouta is not about to concede on the sunshine issue—he hasn’t, not once in ten years—but he does tilt his head just so, letting Hizashi know that he’s waiting for a real kiss. Hizashi pouts for a moment longer but then he does what Shouta silently asks for, because he always does, just like Shouta always gives in to his pouting.

It’s a balance they have achieved and why change a working system?

“I love you,” Hizashi mutters when they part and even though they are at work, Shouta has no qualms about pulling his husband back in and letting him know exactly how much he loves him, too.

“Oh, gross,” Nemuri mutters as she walks past and for once it’s Hizashi to move away first, a light blush dusting his cheeks even as he sticks his tongue out at Nemuri.

“You’re just bitter you don’t have anyone to smooch like that,” he taunts her and Nemuri rolls her eyes.

“Please, as if I ever want to be that disgusting with anyone. Shouta, really, I expected better of you,” she teases him with a small smile, and this, too, is all too familiar, which is why no one is really surprised when Shouta’s lips widen into his trademark grin.

“Oh, I can do better, don’t worry,” he decides and then pulls Hizashi right back in.

By the time they manage to untangle themselves, Nemuri is long gone and they are late for their classes.

It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.

~*~*~

“Shou, my love, my dearest, precious apple of my eye,” Hizashi mutters as he comes into the living-room, wringing his hands in front of his chest and Shouta immediately knows that something is going on.

“What did you do?” he sighs out and the wringing gets more forceful.

Forceful enough to prompt Shouta to get up and catch Hizashi’s hands in his own before he hurts himself.

“Deep breath,” Shouta mutters and Hizashi takes a shuddering breath.

All of this is not yet quite enough to make worry settle in Shouta’s gut because Hizashi is prone to dramatics and this could be anything from ‘I forgot to buy groceries for dinner’ to ‘ the school was attacked and everyone is dead’.

It’s always a surprise with Hizashi.

“Now tell me what it is,” Shouta then patiently says and Hizashi’s lower lip wobbles, but Shouta isn’t worried because he spots the tell-tale sparkle in his eyes.

So not everyone at U.A. had died then, he thinks and tangles his fingers with Hizashi’s.

“Out with it, what did you do?”

“I forgot your jelly pouches,” Hizashi rushes out and for a brief moment Shouta goes absolutely still, before his eyes start to glow red and his hair rises around him.

“Hizashi!” he growls out and Hizashi lets out a delighted shriek before he runs off, Shouta hot on his heels.

Their apartment is not that big, so it’s inevitable that Shouta catches Hizashi, which he clearly knows as well, because coincidentally it happens right in their bedroom, meaning Shouta is free to tackle Hizashi into the soft mattress.

“You,” he growls again and manages to shove his hands under Hizashi’s shirt, tickling him mercilessly.

Hizashi shrieks again, trying to squirm away from Shouta, but Shouta knows damn well that he’s not putting his all into it. He torments him for a moment longer, before he pins him to the bed and simply stares down at him.

“Say you’re sorry,” he then demands and he does not go weak when Hizashi pouts at him, his eyes still glittering with tears from laughing so hard.

“Shou,” Hizashi breathes out. “Sunshine, come one, you know I love you,” Hizashi tries but Shouta shakes his head.

“You forgot my jelly pouches. You must hate me.”

“I adore you,” Hizashi immediately gives back, though the pout doesn’t lessen. “Shou, I adore you, I love you, you are the light of my life!”

“Then say you’re sorry,” Shouta demands again, and he will not admit to the way he softens when he hears Hizashi say all of that.

He knows it of course, because how could he not after ten years, but still—it always does something to him to hear Hizashi say it so plainly, even if he’s being silly like this.

“I’m sorry,” Hizashi finally mumbles out and Shouta immediately rewards him with a kiss. Which he then turns into a barrage of them, dropping them on every inch of Hizashi he can reach because that’s his beloved husband underneath him and how could he ever not.

The attack is well received, though, going by the happy giggles Hizashi lets out.

~*~*~

Shouta wakes up when Hizashi tries to pry his hand away from him.

“No,” he grumbles, tightening his grip and pulling Hizashi back into his chest. “No leaving,” he declares, dropping a kiss to Hizashi’s nape and then closing his eyes again, completely content to fall back asleep like this.

“Let me up, sunshine, I have to go on patrol today,” Hizashi sighs out, but he’s not trying particularly hard to get out of Shouta’s grip.

“Let the city burn, what do I care,” Shouta mutters, because he has his husband in his arms, warm and cozy in bed, and what does he care for the outside world.

“Ah, Shou, you care way too much,” Hizashi chuckles out and wriggles around until he can turn around in Shouta’s arms. “Remember that all of your kids are out there.”

“Not my kids,” Shouta reflexively says which only makes Hizashi’s smile widen.

“Mh, sure, and where are they today?” Hizashi asks him, and Shouta has his mouth already opened, ready to rattle off the location of all of his twenty-one kids, when he remembers himself.

And when he notices the subtle way Hizashi is trying to inch away from him.

“No,” he decisively says and rolls them over, until he’s splayed out on Hizashi. “You’re not going to leave me today,” he then tells him, nuzzling his face into Hizashi’s neck.

“Shou, I kind of have to. Patrol, remember?” Hizashi reminds him as he cards his fingers through Shouta’s hair and the thought of Hizashi leaving their perfectly warm and cozy bed on this cold morning is horrible, so Shouta shakes his head.

“Gimme your phone.”

“Whatever for?” Hizashi sighs out but he does as Shouta commands and soon enough he has Hizashi’s phone in his hand.

He unlocks it and then dials Nemuri’s number without hesitation.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” is what she greets him with and Hizashi makes a surprised noise.

“I need a favour,” Shouta says, and while Hizashi hisses out a scandalised “Shou” Nemuri goes silent.

“Are you fucking right now? If you called me while you’re fucking I’m going to eviscerate both of you.”

“We’re not fucking!” Hizashi squeaks out and Shouta makes a disgusted noise.

“Not our kink, Nem. I need a favour,” he repeats and Nemuri lets out a world-weary sigh.

“What is it?”

“I need you to cover Zashi’s shift today.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to cuddle my husband in bed and he was about to leave me alone,” Shouta plainly says and now it’s on Nemuri to make a disgusted noise.

“You two are so unbelievably sappy, it makes me sick,” she declares and then hangs up.

A moment later the phone chimes again, a text message popping up that is just a thumbs up and Shouta contentedly lets the phone fall into the bedding.

“You did not just ask Nemuri for a favour just so I could sleep in with you,” Hizashi whispers out, clearly taken off guard by that, but Shouta only cuddles closer.

“She can have whatever she wants if it means I get this morning with you,” Shouta gives back and he feels Hizashi soften underneath him.

“Oh my gods, I love you, too,” he breathes out and nuzzles the crown of Shouta’s head.

Shouta closes his eyes, feels Hizashi’s chest rise and fall underneath him, reaches out to thread their fingers together and thinks that he’d gladly stay like this forever.

~*~*~

Shouta never gives much thought to how he expresses his love for Hizashi because it doesn’t matter how he does it, as long as he does it. At least not to him.

Hizashi though, he has his days.

Days where he gets into his own head, where he doubts everything, where his brain turns all the love-filled moments against him and makes him believe that none of it is real, that it could never stay.

It’s been happening less, over the course of their marriage, but they still happen every now and then and by now Shouta is a pro at weathering them.

On days like these, sensory assurance is no longer enough. On days like these Shouta can’t just say ‘I love you’ with the way he pushes Hizashi’s hair out of his face, or by tangling their hands together while they walk down a street or by making sure Hizashi’s favourite tea is ready when he comes home from the station.

On days like these, Shouta absolutely has to use his voice or Hizashi won’t believe him.

It doesn’t make sense to Shouta because a voice can lie, but Hizashi has a unique knack for deciphering every single nuance of a voice, hearing all the hidden meanings, the hidden cadences in it and on days like these it’s the only way to reassure him that this is real, that Shouta loves him, that he’s here to stay.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Shouta calls out when Hizashi doesn’t quite make it back to the couch after getting up for tea and usually, holding his hand out would work well enough, but not today.

Today, Shouta has to be vocal.

“Join me on the couch,” he says, giving Hizashi a small smile and watches how Hizashi presses his lips together in thought.

“You want me to?”

“Of course I want you to.” Shouta’s reply is immediate and it must ring absolutely sincere because Hizashi shuffles over.

“Where—?”

“Right here,” Shouta says and points on top of him. He did not spread out on the couch for Hizashi to question his place now. “I want you to lay on top of me, cause I love feeling your weight. It keeps me tethered, you know?”

Usually, Shouta doesn’t have to say any of these things, because Hizashi knows; knows him too well after ten years for there to be any doubt but the mind can be a bitch, Shouta knows that very well himself, though his episodes typically tend to manifest in panic attacks.

“Okay,” Hizashi softly agrees and gingerly climbs on top of Shouta.

He holds himself stiff for a moment before he goes boneless when Shouta starts to scratch at his nape.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re right where I want you to be.” Shouta mumbles the praise into Hizashi’s hair and he knows what will come out of his mouth next, because it always does.

Shouta hates it, because he knows Hizashi knows better and to hear him sound so unsure makes his chest ache, but he’ll also get them through this.

He might not usually say it a whole lot, but he doesn’t shy away from it either. He just likes to not express it solely through words.

“Shou?” Hizashi’s voice is weak and shaky and his hands are clinging to Shouta’s shirt.

“I love you,” Shouta immediately says, because this is what Hizashi is asking for and Shouta knows he’ll hear no doubt or hesitation on his voice. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I have for a long time and I will for even longer,” Shouta promises him because there is no future for him without loving Hizashi, he knows that.

“Say it again?” Hizashi mumbles after a moment, his head slightly turned so he can press his ear into Shouta’s chest.

“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Hizashi makes a happy sound as Shouta cards his fingers through the long strands of his hair but otherwise they are silent for now.

Hizashi needs time to process it, and then to work himself up into another spiral that Shouta will talk him through without question. They will most likely fall asleep on the couch like this, and wake up with terrible back pain but by then, things will have returned to normal and when Shouta will tuck Hizashi’s hair behind his ear and drop a fleeting kiss to his cheek, Hizashi will know that it means Shouta loves him and he’ll even believe it.

And if not, well, then Shouta will just have to say it out loud again.

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