Irreplaceability
Hizashi had a terrible day at work and might have gotten injured, but he didn't want to give Shouta any additional stress. His boyfriend had been overworked; he really deserved to take it easy. A little white lie wouldn't hurt, right?
Yeah, right. It hurt loads.
Warning: Contains non-sexual spanking between two attached adult men.
From a prompt from our discord server by our lovely Dags:
So imagine Mic, sitting in the teachers lounge grading papers and whatnot, and he gets a paper cut, curses loudly, makes a fuss, etc.
And Recovery Girl happens to be in there getting tea, so she sweetly offers to heal it, and smooches him before he can protest.
And he passes out.
Because unknown to everyone, he's been hiding a stab wound and some broken ribs from his last patrol under all that leather, and Recovery Girl's full-heal kiss drained all of his energy.
So of course people demand answers once he wakes up hours later in the nurses office, and he claims he was PLANNING on going to the hospital, but he had a recording to do at the studio after his patrol, so he put it off. And then the recording took longer than he thought, and he had to do last minute prep for his class... Basically he just got busy.
Also imagine Aizawa, who is away for some reason, losing his mind on the telephone with Nemuri. She doesn't want to worry him but also thinks he should know what his dumbass boyfriend has been up to, even though Mic asked her to keep quiet about it. And Aizawa is PISSED, all "just wait until I get home," while Mic thinks he is home free and his boyfriend none the wiser.
And Mic not realizing that Aizawa knows until he gets home, after he's greeted him at the door like an excited puppy. And then Aizawa pulls the "So did anything happen while I was gone?" shtick in THAT tone of voice. And Mics stomach just drops 'cause he knows.
I changed some details to fit the story better, I hope you'll still enjoy it!
Again, this contains non-sexual spanking between two attached adult men. Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.
"Chiyo-baasan, he's waking up!"
Hurried footsteps, and then…
"Yamada. Can you hear us?"
Hizashi opened his eyes blearily to see Chiyo and Nemuri, who looked a mix of worried and relieved. "Hey guys…" He said, grimacing at the pounding in his head. He ignored it, pushing himself upright with Nemuri's help. "Wha… What happened?"
"That's what we would like to know, young man. How did you pass out due to physical exertion, from me healing a papercut?" Chiyo asked incredulously.
"Or would you prefer to help me understand why you had bruised ribs and an unhealed knife wound?" Hizashi thought over her questions while he assessed the situation.
He noted that he was no longer wearing his leather jacket and Hero equipment, feeling naked in his button up and trousers. It was as if 'Present Mic' was stripped away, and all that was left was Yamada Hizashi, a man who was currently in a lot of pain.
And a ton of trouble, if Chiyo's stern gaze was to be taken seriously.
"I'm still waiting for an explanation, Yamada." She scolded, and Hizashi unwittingly thought back to yesterday afternoon.
The rescue mission Hizashi had went for was serious – it was an organised villain raid about two miles from the heart of Musutafu, on an office building. Hizashi was called in for long-range support, but he somehow ended up in the fray. Thank goodness for Shouta and his insistence that Hizashi kept up with his hand-to-hand training.
It didn't stop him from getting off unscathed; his opponent had managed to impale him with a metal fin of all things. It wasn't in a vital area, hence Hizashi was able to ignore the pain and continue fighting.
A loud scream spurred him to turn around, not before clocking the mutant-quirk user with a gloved fist. Hizashi's eyes widened upon seeing a civilian – why was she still here? – staring in terror at the cracks on the ceiling.
All he could register was it beginning to break apart, the huge chunk of cement and metal falling on the teenager and Hizashi…
Hizashi merely responded.
He ran in, ignoring the shouts, grunting when he was hit by a few stray pieces of shrapnel. Hizashi immediately scooped her up and made a break for it, just when a huge wedge fell where she was originally standing. Catching his breath, Hizashi flashed a kind smile at the teary girl.
"You alright, little listener?"
Hizashi held her close as she started bawling, reassuring her with words of comfort. When it seemed like she had calmed down, he gently disentangled himself from her surprisingly tight hold. He looked around, relieved that the villains were already tied up. "I'm going to hand you over to the paramedics now to get checked out, sweetheart."
He did so and turned to walk away only to nearly crash into Tiger, who was absolutely furious.
"Mic. What the hell were you thinking, jumping in like that?"
"There was someone in trouble, dude! I couldn't just leave her be!" Hizashi protested, although he couldn't help but lean back when Tiger stepped forward threateningly.
"The rest of the Pussycats were already in position, Mic! Ragdoll had already taken note of her position, and Mandalay was on standby. Then you decided to play hero and come running in, breaking the formation. Against explicit orders. What on earth, Hizashi?"
That was true. Hizashi knew the importance of following protocol; having too much experience under his belt. But that person was the same age as his students, and he had allowed his protective streak to overtake his better sense. It was an amateur mistake and he was willing to admit it.
"I… You're right. I'm sorry, Tiger. I just… I just saw her and reacted, y'know? It's on me." The taller man relaxed slightly, mollified. He fought to keep a straight face as Tiger stared at him intently. "Did you get injured, man?"
"I think some bits of plaster hit me," Hizashi said, brushing him off. He was glad that the black leather jacket hid the actual damage; he didn't want more scrutiny after getting whaled by his ex-schoolmate. "The gear kept most of it out; it's just a few scrapes, I'll get it checked out when I get back."
Tiger paused before shrugging, appearing to believe Hizashi, "If you say so. I'll still have to write a report, Hizashi." His colleague sighed. Hizashi wilted, already knowing that his agency was going to lay into him deep. Not to mention Shouta…
Shouta had been swamped with work lately, from both his teaching and Hero duties. He was running himself ragged planning for the students' midterms, alongside some additional duties Nezu had entrusted to him. However, Shouta's investigative work was the one that took up most of his time; the Trigger incidents having multiple new leads, which led to his partner doing overnight stakeouts more often than not.
Hizashi refused to add to his boyfriend's burden, because he knew that Shouta would definitely kick up a fuss over Hizashi getting injured. And spend precious time dragging him to the hospital, instead of catching up on sleep. No way would Hizashi act this selfishly - he was a grown man and an experienced Pro-Hero; capable of getting himself patched up without additional assistance.
That's that, then, he breathed shakily, flagging down a cab. What Shouta doesn't know wouldn't hurt him.
His day had only gotten worse right after; getting yelled at by his boss and given a formal warning for disobeying orders. Hizashi knew that his stellar track record had prevented him from getting a more severe outcome, but he was simply upset with the situation. To make things even worse, his radio station had called him in for an urgent meeting with regards to hosting a special guest, so he didn't even have the time to go get himself checked out.
The wounds from the shrapnel had already closed up, so that was a relief. The main problems were his ribs and that one stab wound he had gotten during his fight with the villain.
He reached home around midnight, just when Shouta was about to leave for his shift. "Hey," his boyfriend greeted, and Hizashi pulled him into a chaste kiss, sighing as the stress of the day was finally beginning to leave, "How was the mission? It looked very serious on TV." Shouta asked, soundly vaguely concerned.
Which meant that he was actually extremely bothered. His injuries pulsed with pain, and Hizashi made sure that his smile revealed no discomfort. "'Was great, baby. We got all the hostages out, no casualties!" He proclaimed proudly.
"Really, 'Zashi? No issues whatsoever? It appeared very chaotic." The disbelief in Shouta's voice almost made Hizashi come clean, but he caught his partner glancing at the clock. Nope, not going to give Shouta any more difficulties.
"Nah, everything was fine. The Pussycats were great, it went very smoothly."
Shouta stared at him for a little while longer before relaxing. "That's… good. I'm proud of you, 'Zashi. You're doing very well."
The guilt rose at Shouta's praise, Hizashi abhorring that he had to deceive his partner. It was for the better good, he stubbornly insisted. Shouta left soon after, with a promise to come home around ten p.m. tomorrow.
He went to shower, exhausted. His wounds were throbbing badly, and Hizashi whimpered at the force of the water jets. He tried to fix himself up as much as possible before going to bed; icing his chest and disinfecting the wounds.
Hizashi thought it to be no big deal; he could ask Recovery Girl to check him over in the morning, without anyone else knowing. That was before he remembered that he was hosting a meeting for the English department before his classes.
He intended to go see her after school hours, before he got careless.
"Fuck! Owwww, papercut," Hizashi swore, quickly grabbing a few tissues to stem the bleeding. It stung badly, and he groaned at yet another instance of bad luck. "Does anyone have a band-aid that I can borrow?" The apologetic mumbles from his co-workers made him stand up with the intention to clean up in the washroom.
"What's wrong, dearie?" Chiyo said kindly, walking over to take a closer look. She must be leaving from her meeting with Nezu. "Oh, that's a nasty cut, Yamada. Give me your hand, I'll fix it up!"
He automatically held his finger out, before realising his mistake.
"Wait no, Chiyo-san, don't –"
All of Hizashi's energy seemed like it had been instantly drained from his body; leaving him an empty husk. Standing on his two feet was impossible, Hizashi's head feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. He slumped over amidst cries of alarm, overtaken by unconsciousness.
Hizashi sheepishly explained everything to Chiyo, wincing as her frown deepened. "Yamada, that was a very stupid thing to do. My quirk could have done more harm than good, brat. You know that it uses your body's stamina to accelerate the healing process, what do you think would've happened if I'd used up more energy than your body could actually spare?"
Fall into a coma, he automatically thought just as Chiyo voiced it out. "Luckily, yours wasn't very serious but that was still very irresponsible, young man." She continued muttering about the 'ideocracies of youth', never mind that Hizashi was already approaching his thirties.
"Hizashi, how are you feeling?" He grinned at Nemuri, wanting to alleviate her badly-hidden worry.
"I'm good, Nemuri-senpai," Hizashi soothed, "Thanks for staying here with me." Hizashi watched resignedly as her distress faded away to anger, knowing he was in for it.
"What were you thinking, keeping something like this quiet?" Nemuri scolded, sounding nothing like his cheery best friend, "Do you know that your wound actually got infected? And your ribs? Hizashi, that was so dumb!"
"I know," He whined, "I couldn't help it, Nemuri-senpai. I was too busy to get it checked over; yesterday and this morning were crazy hectic."
"Wait till Shouta hears about this, your boyfriend is going to have an aneurysm." Nemuri snorted, after ascertaining that Hizashi was really alright. "Too bad he's out proctoring the Heroics exams, otherwise he would've been here with you. It's always funny to see Shouta acting like a mother hen."
He immediately froze, dread filling every inch of his bones. His bottom also tingled in apprehension at the memory of his partner's large, calloused hand. Hizashi and Shouta had a system where they held each other accountable for their mistakes; and intentional subterfuge was high up on that list.
"… Actually, I have a favour to ask," Hizashi spoke slowly, meeting his senpai's confused blue eyes, "Is it possible that you not mention anything to Shouta?"
It only took Nemuri five seconds to shatter Hizashi's hopes. "You want me to lie to him? To Aizawa Shouta? Did the concrete also knock out your brain cells, Yamada?" She demanded.
"It's not a lie, I'm just asking you to not mention anything –"
"That's still a lie of omission, Hizashi. We punish our students for the same thing, Hizashi. But whatever, I'm not getting involved in your lovers' feud. You ready to go or what?"
"Yeah, yeah." He grumbled, fixing his outfit before being helped up by his friend. "But please, don't tell him?"
Nemuri only rolled her eyes, wrapping a deceptively strong arm around his shoulders, "Whatever, man. It's your funeral."
The sun had just set when Hizashi got home, insistent on finishing his grading despite Nemuri's protests. He got down from her car, waving off her offer to help him into the house.
"'s all good, friend! Thanks for the ride." Hizashi unlocked the door, wincing as he pulled off his boots and speaker. He walked into the living room, taking a double take when he saw Shouta grading in casual clothes. His boyfriend gazed at Hizashi, looking completely unsurprised at Hizashi's presence.
"S-Shouta?" He squawked, panicked. "What are you doing back home so early?"
"'Zashi. Is there anything that you would like to tell me?" Hizashi froze, eyes wide as he turned to meet Shouta's deceptively calm face. He wasn't blind to the tight lines around his partner's eyes, the downturn of his lips.
Crap, he knows! Was Hizashi's first thought. Damn it, Nemuri you traitor! was the second. He didn't have time to flagellate his friend more, as Shouta cleared his throat warningly.
"I'm waiting."
"I might have gotten a bit injuredandChiyohadtohealme?" He said, stumbling over his words in his panic.
"Let me see," Shouta asked, although it was more of a demand; seeing that he immediately tugged his jacket off and made quick work of his buttons. Hizashi stood still as Shouta breathed shakily, hands hovering over the healing bruises.
"So, Hizashi," Hizashi gulped as his partner used his actual first name, instead of the usual, more affectionate ''Zashi', "How exactly did you get all these injuries? I thought that you said the mission went without a hitch?"
"Well… it didn't go completely smoothly. A villain struck me by accident." Shouta didn't look surprised; confirming Hizashi's suspicions that he had already known. He gave himself a mental pat on the back; at least he didn't lie and make things worse.
"And how on earth did you pass out from Recovery Girl's quirk? If you had went to medical yesterday, your injuries would have already been healing; the difference in strain wouldn't have been that extreme."
"… I didn't. Go get myself checked out, I mean," Hizashi admitted, nearly in tears from his partner's shocked and furious expression. Hizashi mentally bid his ability to sit in the foreseeable future goodbye.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Shouta asked dangerously.
"There wasn't any time, Shouta! I had something urgent at the station after!" Hizashi knew that he was grasping at straws, and Shouta's face showed that his boyfriend did too. "And I err… Didn't think that it was very important? Like, it wasn't that serious?"
"Hizashi, that's enough." The firmness in Shouta's voice made Hizashi stop short, a chill running down his spine. "Do not make things worse for yourself."
There was a tense moment when they just stared at each other, before Shouta stood up.
"Go clean yourself up, Hizashi. You have twenty minutes to get changed and wait for me in our bedroom, and if you make me wait for even a second longer I will add to your already considerable tally. Are we clear?" Shouta barked, and Hizashi fought hard to maintain eye contact. He swallowed the lump in his throat, willing himself to retain his composure for a little bit longer.
Even though Hizashi was a good inch taller than Shouta, he always felt tiny standing in front of his boyfriend after screwing up. His partner's sharp gaze always made him feel so juvenile, as if he was a naughty kid instead of a successful Hero and radio star.
But that was nothing compared to the guilt he felt over making Shouta so upset. All Hizashi wanted to do was improve the situation, but he realised that all he'd accomplished was to dig a huge hole for himself.
"Yes, Shouta," He murmured, eyes already misting over. He turned away before his boyfriend could see, making his way into the master bedroom and shutting the door. Hizashi quickly stripped before stepping into the hot shower, allowing his tears to finally fall.
Shouta sighed after Hizashi left, knowing that his partner would likely be crying in the bathroom. He had always been sensitive, moreso when it came to upsetting the people he cared about. And Shouta was at the very top of that list.
It didn't make sense, though. Hizashi was particular when it came to their welfares, always nagging or doing more to Shouta when he failed to take care of himself. It was jarring having his partner being the one acting so irresponsibly.
Shouta wasn't worried. He was adamant in getting to the bottom of things.
He took out his phone to make a call, having to force himself to stay calm as the conversation continued. The things he found out were disturbing, and Shouta's determination to make Hizashi sorry had increased tenfold.
Before heading to the bedroom, he made sure to stop by the kitchen to grab a little something. Hizashi emerged a few minutes later, his eyes slightly red.
"I hope… this is okay?" The blond asked, looking almost shyly at Shouta. He was wearing boxer shorts and one of Shouta's oversized sleep shirts, the one with a cartoon cat stencilled in the middle. One of his arms was wrapped around himself, and his entire posture screamed 'nervous'.
It took Shouta a lot to not just pull Hizashi into his arms and into a deep kiss. It took even more for him to keep his stern expression up, as he silently beckoned the blond over. Luckily, his partner listened; shakily moving to stand in front of Shouta.
"I spoke to Shiretoko while you were bathing," Shouta remarked coolly. "Going against orders? Running straight under a crumbling ceiling, Hizashi? Are you crazy?"
If he was even a few seconds later, it would've fallen on him, the green haired woman had quietly admitted.
"I'm sorry, but Shouta –" Hizashi tried to talk, but was cut off by Shouta.
"And I haven't even began talking about your deceit, Hizashi," Hizashi winced at the controlled anger in Shouta's tone, "Four bruised ribs and a stab wound, and you didn't think to get yourself checked out? Or, to get me."
Shouta could not keep his disappointment out of his voice, making Hizashi's head fall. He could almost feel Hizashi's already heavy guilt and shame build up even more, fresh tears spilling onto his cheeks. Shouta quickly took measures to prevent his boyfriend from spiralling, pulling him into a brief hug.
"Hey, stop that." He chided, squeezing Hizashi's neck. "I'm upset at your choices, yes, but they aren't unforgivable. I still care loads about you. We'll get past this, 'Zashi." Shouta waited for his partner to nod before reluctantly letting go, removing Hizashi's glasses in the meantime.
Cuddling would come later. Right now, Shouta had a job to do.
Hizashi could not suppress a cry of surprise as he was swiftly pulled over Shouta's lap, his legs and torso resting on the bed. "Comfortable?" Shouta asked gruffly, laying a hand on his partner's back.
"W-Well, yeah," He said weakly, wriggling instinctively. "As comfortable as I can be in this situation, at least."
"How's your ribs? Do they hurt in this position?"
"Nah, they're fine. Chiyo-san did a great job, they are almost fully healed. I didn't even need bandages; I just have to take it easier for the next couple of days."
"Good." Shouta raised his hand high, landing it upon Hizashi's left cheek with a loud Smack!. "Holy shit, Shouta, some warning here-Owww!"
"Not the right time to be cursing, Yamada," Shouta scolded, picking up the pace with his swats. He could see the skin under Hizashi's boxers slowly turning pink, and decided to move on with the lecture.
"The first thing that you did wrong was to go against orders. You have been a pro-Hero for a decade, too experienced to be making such preventable mistakes. Even if something was amiss, you should have communicated your intentions to the rest of the team," Shouta berated, alternating between cheeks and sit spots, "and not simply run off. You know this."
Hizashi sniffled, nodding his head frantically. "Y-Yes, Shouta! I slipped up, I'm sorry!"
"You did. However, I understand that sometimes our instincts can override logic, which is why I am willing to go easier on you for this." He gracefully ignored Hizashi's mutterings of 'that was easy?', hardening his tone. "What I'm more peeved by was the fact that you lied."
Shouta slipped his fingers into Hizashi's waistband, swiftly tugging his boxers down to his knees. The blond groaned; sheets tightly gripped within his fingers. His bottom was still a dusty pink, and Shouta intended to turn it cherry-red by the end of the evening.
He brought his palm down hand onto Hizashi's thigh, the loud Slap! from the skin-on-skin contact echoing throughout the room. His partner wailed, and Shouta had to press down on Hizashi's lower back to prevent him from bucking off. "Keep still, or I'll have to restrain you."
The whimper was telling and Shouta hummed, satisfied. He continued to add colour to Hizashi's cheeks, keeping careful watch as they turned from dark pink to red. "Trust is paramount in every relationship, 'Zashi. I asked you twice if everything was alright, and you lied straight to my face both times."
"I abhor lying, Hizashi. It only makes it harder for me to believe you in the future," Shouta paused to let his admittedly harsh words sink in, before continuing in a kinder tone, "Why did you think that this was the right thing to do?"
"Because I didn't want to make you worry!" Hizashi burst out, body heaving with sobs. Shouta halted, placing his hand upon Hizashi's bottom, feeling the heat emitting from the skin.
Hizashi wasn't done. "Y-You've been so tired from work, and I didn't want to make things worse for you… I never want to be a burden!" His partner then went limp, crying his eyes out.
Shouta could only stare blankly; heart pounding in his ears as guilt compounded by the second.
"I… I've been neglecting you, huh?" Shouta said, bitter with self-reproach. If only he didn't decide to take up all those extra shifts, and had taken Hizashi's supportive nature for granted…
"S-Shouta?" Hizashi tried weakly.
"I was here at home when you lied to my face saying that you were fine, and I believed you." He took a shaky breath, unable to stop a couple of tears from escaping.
He felt Hizashi push himself upright on his lap, his boyfriend hissing from the strain of moving. Shouta made no move to stop him, even when Hizashi brushed his lips over his forehead.
"Hey, hey, babe. I'm the one being spanked, why are you crying?" Hizashi hiccupped, chuckling wetly as he thumbed Shouta's tears away. Shouta took his partner's hands, squeezing them lightly.
"I feel horrible," He admitted, staring deep into loving green eyes, "All these could have been avoided if I had paid more attention to you, or asked after you a little more. I'm sorry, 'Zashi."
"'s not your fault, Shou. I chose to keep things from you despite our agreement, that's on me." Hizashi insisted, planting his chin on Shouta's head. "Don't cry, please? You're making me feel worse." Shouta closed his eyes in an attempt to get ahold of himself, hiding the wetness in his partner's shoulder.
"Things will change, alright?" Shouta rasped out. "I'll cut down on my hours and spend more time with you. And it's because I want to." He added when Hizashi was about to object.
"You're important to me, Hizashi. I should start acting like you're my greatest priority."
It wasn't fair to Hizashi and their relationship if his partner was the one putting in all the work, and Hizashi had even paid for it. Shouta would be damned to lose the best thing that had ever happened to him. "I'll be better, I promise."
"So romantic, babe," His boyfriend murmured fondly, dropping the argument. Shouta's lips quirked up as they shared a loving, understanding gaze. He could not resist going in for a quick kiss, before remarking, "That will have to come later, though. We still have to finish up."
Hizashi yelped as Shouta unceremoniously flipped him back over his knee. "You're getting twenty with the spoon, 'Zashi." Shouta proclaimed, swatting Hizashi's bottom when the blond protested. It was as though Shouta's breakdown didn't happen at all. "That will hopefully teach you to not lie to me in the future."
"And before you complain, you were the one who said that you were at fault for ending up in this position."
"Fine…" His partner mumbled. Shouta hummed in approval as he took the implement out from his pocket. It was more of a spatula; the surface almost flat and smooth, and made from quality cherry wood.
He tapped Hizashi's bottom in warning, before giving him two smacks on each cheek. Hizashi yelled, and Shouta had to activate his quirk to keep his partner from destroying their room.
"Control yourself, brat," He scolded, bringing the implement down a few more times.
"ARGHHHHH! S-Sorry, Shouta…"
"For us to be a good team, we need to be able to rely upon each other. And that means sharing our problems, particularly the ones that are threatening to your welfare."
He made sure to spread his spanks throughout, not concentrating too much on a single area. Shouta did not want to risk bruising Hizashi.
"I'm your boyfriend, Yamada Hizashi. It is my damn right to worry about you as much as I please." Shouta scolded, bringing the spatula down a few more times on his sit-spots. "You do not get to decide what is best for me. I am my own person, and I get to make my own decisions."
"And anything that has to do with you concerns me. If you ever do anything like this again, I'll deliver the entirety of your spanking with the spoon. Are we clear?''
"Y-Yes, Shouta!" Hizashi promised, crying harshly. Shouta ran his hand up and down his back soothingly.
"I love you, Hizashi. You're irreplaceable; I never want to live a life without you beside me." Shouta confessed. "And if spanking your ass raw will make you take care of yourself more, I'll gladly do it a thousand times over."
With that, he delivered the final swats upon his thighs in rapid succession, before throwing the spatula aside. Shouta reached down to tug the boxers off completely; knowing that Hizashi would prefer to have them off.
Shouta absentmindedly ran his fingers through the long blond hair, making hushing sounds as he waited patiently for his boyfriend to calm down. "You ready to get up, 'Zashi?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm good."
He cradled Hizashi in his arms, snorting in amusement when his boyfriend whined about his rear pressing painfully onto Shouta's thighs. "Stop being dramatic. You deserved this, Yamada," He lightly scolded, tilting Hizashi's chin up to look at his face. Aside from his light sobbing, Hizashi was fine; peaceful even as he pouted at Shouta.
"So mean, Shouta. Let me complain all I want, that really hurt!" Shouta rolled his eyes, reaching over for the wet tissues to clean Hizashi's face. His drama king wasn't done, however.
"I'll never sit again, you barbarian! Wait till the paparazzi gets ahold of this, they are going to make a special feature speculating on 'what is wrong with Present Mic's lovely ass." Hizashi grumbled, even making air quotes.
"I guess that you'll just have to come clean, then?" Shouta said wryly. "At least the students will think twice before doing something like this." Hizashi's affronted squawk made him snicker, heart bursting with fondness for his silly, wonderful man. "Hold on, let me look over your injuries."
Hizashi sat there obediently, lifting his shirt so that Shouta could give him a once over. To his relief, nothing looked out of place. He stood, lifting Hizashi up with him.
"Time for bed, you overgrown brat."
He laid Hizashi on his side before moving closer, wrapping his arms around the blond. "I love you, darling." His partner whispered, nuzzling into his chest. "Thank you for taking care of me."
There were many objections that Shouta had wanted to raise, such as What are you talking about, you are the one who is always looking out for us or I should and will be doing more from now on. But one look at his partner's sleepy and serene face held him back; it really wasn't the time.
"You're welcome, 'Zashi. It's my pleasure, and I love you too." He said instead. Shouta held Hizashi tighter, sighing into his hair.
"Go to sleep, babe…" Hizashi mumbled, eyes falling shut.
The night was tranquil, the moon casting brightness across the land. And in a tiny studio apartment in downtown Musutafu, a young couple slept; content and at peace.
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