"I... I finally made it." Hizashi's voice quivered, a couple of tears fall from behind his glasses, and he stops to scrub them from his face. "Shota. Shota, babe, are you proud of me?"
"I'll be proud of you if you manage to finish the fucking shopping sometime before midnight," he responds dryly over the phone.
"Shotaaaaaaa," Hizashi pouted despite the fact that his boyfriend couldn't see him. "I know it doesn't matter to you, Mr. Hates-attention-and-would-rather-die-than-have-fans, but it's a big deal! All Might has pajamas, Atomic Samurai has pajamas, even freakin' Wild Tiger has pajamas with his logo on them. You know who doesn't have pajamas? Endeavor. The number two hero, Shota! I am holding in my hand genuine, but probably knock-off, Present Mic pajamas and that means I've officially made it as a hero!" He waved the hanger around wildly, nearly smacking a nearby teenager who looked alarmed but too high to respond.
Shota made a scoffing sound. "Not all the villains captured, or the lives saved, or all the children who look up to you…"
"I'm hanging up." Hizashi threw the pants into his cart, and after a moment of deliberation, adding a second pair. "You obviously don't support me."
"I'll support you if you feed me – we're out of jelly packets."
"I got them. Tell Walnut I will be home soon – she'll be proud of me." Hizashi hung up the phone as Shota laughed. Hizashi smiled, shaking his head as he headed to the register.
It was later in the evening when Hizashi returned to their shared apartment, but it was far from midnight. Shota was reclined on the couch, a stack of papers on the table in front of him forgotten apparently in favor of curling up beneath the throw blanket.
Hizashi saw Shota sit up and open his mouth the greet him, but Hizashi interrupted.
"Walnut!"
The cat chirruped, climbing down from her cat tree and trotting over to wind between his feet. She was missing an eye and half of her left ear but was still one of the sweetest cats Hizashi had ever met. When they adopted her from the shelter her name was Kurumi – which Hizashi had proudly informed Shota translated to Walnut and it stuck. "Walnut listen! They make Present Mic pajamas now! They're so soft, you're gonna love it when daddy wears them." He grinned at Shota over his glasses, waiting for his reaction.
"I refuse."
"But they're a gift!" Hizashi turned to dig in the shopping bags. First he pulled out a jelly packet and tossed it to Shota who caught it neatly with a grunt of thanks. It was followed by the pajamas, which landed on Shota's head. "You can't refuse a gift!"
"I can on the grounds that you're an idiot." Shota pulled the pants off his head, seeming to startle as he touched the material, rubbing it between his fingers. "Oh." He traced the pattern of headphones and microphones, and the occasional writing in English of HEY LISTENER.
"See?" Hizashi dropped down next to him on the couch, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Shota's lips. "I told you they were soft!"
"Mm." Shota reached up to grab Hizashi's shoulders before he pulled away, dragging him down into a deeper kiss.
"Shota, I need to go make you an actual dinner." Hizashi protested halfheartedly when they broke to breath, his lips still brushing Shota's. Shota just hummed in response, pressing his forehead to Hizashi's for a moment, before loosening his hold.
Reluctantly, Hizashi disentangled himself and stood up from the couch, nearly tripping as the blanket caught on his jacket. He had to shoo Walnut away from the grocery bags to carry them into the kitchen. He had just turned the corner when he heard Shota call. "'Zashi?"
"Yeah?" Hizashi leaned back to see him, still on the couch, but with his head rolled back to grin at him. Shota held up the pajama pants.
"Congrats. I'm proud of you."