The voice hero's apartment is dark when he gets home, so he quietly leaves his speaker and phone in the living room and heads to the bedroom. Saitei is comfortably settled into the middle of his bed and he has to bite his tongue to keep from shouting at him to wake his sorry ass up.
Hizashi had a soft and sensitive side, but he could also be vindictive when he needed to be. He could hold a grudge if he wanted to. He could hurt others the way they hurt him.
With an idea already forming, he hangs his jacket up then pulls his shirt over his head as he walks over to the bed. The sheets are pushed down around Saitei's waist, leaving his chest exposed, so as the blond gets into bed, he crawls over his soon to be ex and begins to trail kisses from the man's hips, up his sternum, all the way to his neck.
When he reaches the younger man's jaw, he finally begins to stir beneath him. He doesn't wake up immediately, just soft moans as Hizashi brushes his lips over the man's skin. A smug smile forms and the blond hums in delight when the man beneath him glides his hands up his waist and all the way to tangle into his hair. When he feels the faintest tug at the roots, he opens his mouth and scrapes his teeth along Sai's jaw and bites him.
"Hizashi," the man hisses.
The sound goes straight to his cock and he grinds against him. "Mmm, you like that babe?"
Saitei nods.
Hizashi takes the man's wrists, removing them from his hair and guiding them to rest just above his head. He drags his nails down the length of Saitei's arms, leaving thin red lines on the pale skin and continues to sharply nip at the man's chest. Saitei attempts to lift his hips to meet Hizashi's but with the blond's weight on the blankets he's unable to move at all.
The blond just smirks when the singer looks down at him with pleading eyes, ignoring him in favor rolling one of his nipples between his teeth.
"Fuck. Not so hard," Saitei pants and throws his head back against the pillows..
"What's wrong? Can't handle what you dish out, baby?" Hizashi scoffs then grounds his hips into the younger's blanketed ones.
"Nnn get this shit off of me," Saitei growls as he moves his hands to push Hizashi away so he can free his legs.
But the voice hero has different plans and stops him, holding his wrists with a bruising grip. Now Hizashi didn't think of himself to be physically strong by any stretch of the imagination, but for this he would be. He looks down into Saitei's eyes now that the man has started to become short of breath. They're wide and glazed over like they normally are when he's horny and worked up, but there's also the faintest trace of fear there.
Before they'd ever slept together the two had established that Sai had never been a bottom and no interest in experiencing it, which was well and fine with Hizashi. Occasionally, he and Shouta would mix things up but since Hizashi loved taking care of others before himself, he preferred to be taken and used.
Not tonight though. The point of tonight was to push the young singer beyond what he could handle. To hurt the man and drive him away so that he had no interest in wanting to ever come back.
With Sai's wrists pinned to his sides, Hizashi leans back down to bite at him. At this point, the younger man starts to cry out in real pain when his skin is pinched between the blond's teeth and he struggles to free himself. Hizashi pours everything he's got into keeping him pinned down though. Reminding himself that Saitei deserves to feel this pain, even though it'll never compare to what he's made Hizashi feel.
"Dammit, let me up Hizashi," he demands.
"Not tonight Saitei. This is my show," Hizashi coos, relishing in how panicked the singer sounds.
"This isn't funny. Get the fuck off of me."
"Why? I'm enjoying this," he teases.
Saitei twists his wrists about, grabbing onto Hizashi's and digs his nails into them. Hizashi tries his best, but he can feel the skin start to break and loses his hold. The man beneath him seizes the moment and flips their positions. For a moment the voice hero is worried about what the younger man might do to him, but the rush of hormones when Saitei begins to bite back at him cloud his thinking.
His eyes flutter closed and he imagines that it's Shouta marking him up. Even though they were never a couple, the erasure hero took pride in leaving too many marks on Hizashi every now and again. Some nights the man had just needed something, someone, to be his and his alone. And Hizashi had always been more than willing to be Shouta's.
After the night he'd had, sex would be a nice release. But the feeling isn't right because Shouta isn't the man above him, leaving open-mouthed kisses on Hizashi's hips as he unzips his jeans. Saitei doesn't pull them down though. Instead, he kisses his way up Hizashi's chest, the man's hands trailing up the side of his waist.
Saitei settles himself between Hizashi's spread legs and the blond wraps them around his thighs. He's always thought that Sai's hands were soft and loved the feel of them gliding along his skin, but tonight he misses the rough, calloused pads of Shouta's fingers tracing each and every unsightly scar he'd ever received. He misses that roguish voice, wanton and desperate, whispering 'I love you' as he reaches his end.
No matter how upset he was with the erasure hero, he could never totally shut the man out. That wasn't who he was. He didn't know who he was anymore which meant only one thing: he'd finally hit rock bottom. This was as low as he could get and even though up was the only he could go, it wasn't going to be easy.
With his mind focused on Shouta, he'd gone soft and was no longer in the mood, but Saitei still was and continued his ministrations on the man. Hizashi attempts to push the man off of him, not rough like he had been just minutes ago, but he's ignored. He tries again, with more force and when Saitei pulls back to look down at him, Hizashi sees that he's not going to stop. He's far too invested in the act that he started and was going to see it through.
He'd told himself earlier that he was done being used by others but this was something that his own fucked up mind had caused.
Hizashi takes a deep breath and stares at the ceiling as Saitei takes his wrists and holds them above his head. The blond feels like vomiting and his skin is crawling as the man's hands slide down his arms and across his chest until they reach his hips. He doesn't move yet for fear that he might accidentally trigger the man and cause him to try something really awful.
The younger man slides his hands back up Hizashi's torso and lets them linger at his neck. The voice hero freezes because Saitei knows how sensitive he is. How easily he scars and bruises. There's no possible way that the man would consider choking him, even just a little because he'd been told that was a deal breaker. His voice was everything to him and so far the only individuals he'd ever give it up for were Shouta and the students.
He's truly surprised when Sai wraps his hands around him. He squeezes his eyes shut and prays to whatever higher being may exist that he doesn't squeeze, not even the tiniest bit because given everything that he'd been put through due to the singer's mistreatment, he was still a civilian and doesn't want to hurt him. At least not with his quirk.
Hizashi is afraid. Behind closed lids, his red eyes sting with fresh tears and he can't stop himself from snifflling because he doesn't want snot running down his face as well. But just that was enough to set the man above him off and apply the slightest bit of pressure.
The voice hero reacts without hesitation, arms shooting down to one of the man's elbows that are locked. Hizashi wraps one of his in the inner side and makes a fist with his free hand. He closes his eyes and counts to three, then smashes his fist against it. Given their positions, there's not enough force for him to break the arm, but it's enough to cause Saitei a hint of pain so that he loosens his grip.
It's just enough leeway for Hizashi to push him off, causing him to lose balance and fall to the floor. Instinctively, his hands go to his neck to protect it from further damage. Hizashi rolls off the bed and walks around to the other side, one hand still soothing the pain of his neck. Saitei is on his side, holding the arm that the voice hero had pathetically punched, groaning in pain.
The blond just scoffs and bends down to pull him to his feet by the hair. The singer winces and cries out but the yell could be considered a whisper to Hizashi's ears.
"I don't want to see your sorry ass ever again,"he growls when they reach his front door.
"Wait, I'm sorry Hizashi. Please don't do this—"
"I'm done! This was a fucking mistake and I'm an idiot for letting it get this far."
He opens the door and shoves Saitei's half naked body outside. The younger man turns to look at Hizashi and for a second the blond thinks he might beg to be allowed to stay but a scowl quickly forms on the man's face. He shuts the door and turns the deadbolt, stepping away from it when the younger man bangs against it.
"Don't make me laugh, Hizashi. You didn't let anything about us get far. You were lucky to have had me stay for as long as I did," he yells from the other side.
Hizashi ignores him and rushes back to his bedroom, removing his remaining clothes on the way. He closes and locks both his bedroom door and then his bathroom door before stepping into the shower.
"Shit," he hisses when the freezing water starts beating his skin.
Not moving from under the stream, Hizashi reaches for his body wash and pumps out way too much onto his hands. Most of it is washed away before being worked into a lather, but he rubs the unscented soap into skin, from his face all the way down to his toes, to rid himself of the dirty feeling he got from when Saitei was on top of him.
After scrubbing his body from head to toe three times, Hizashi finally works with his hair that had become a rat's nest since he'd gotten home. He continues to stand under the running water even after the conditioner had rinsed from his hair, afraid to step out and look at himself in the mirror. He doesn't want to see the marks that Sai had left on him. He doesn't want to think about him anymore. He doesn't want to stay in his own apartment tonight even though he's gone.
So he decides that he won't.
Hizashi shuts the water off and wraps his hair in a towel before drying off the rest of his body. He faces away from the mirror as he does so and doesn't return to the bathroom until after he's dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater that covers his neck. The voice hero observes his appearance, making sure that nothing is visible so that if he's woken up by another teacher arriving, they won't be suspicious .
It's not ideal, but there's no way he can go back to Shouta tonight because he'll assume the worst. He also still doesn't know how to act around Yagi. Hizashi wants to appreciate that the other blond worries about him just as much as his best friend. He wants to be given a chance to tell the man how he feels. How he's felt since before he and Shouta got together.
When he reaches the school, he goes to the teacher's lounge and grabs the sleeping bag that Shouta keeps in one of the cabinets. It smells like the erasure hero, which helps to lull Hizashi to sleep as he repeatedly asks himself: What now?
