"And that'll be it, little listeners! Remember you have a three-page essay due next week on Wednesday and the homework I assigned is due Thursday! If anyone needs any after school help, feel free to shoot me an email or come see me after class and I'll let ya know my hours! That'll be it, now get outta here! Enjoy the rest of your day, little listeners!"

Chairs scraped against the linoleum floor loudly as chatter began flowing between the students, the type of idle prattle Hizashi didn't really focus too much on given that it often made little to no sense. Not that he wasn't with the memes and internet trends but more that teenager talk could be empty and senseless. It was something he himself knew personally. He stared down at the stack of papers on his desk, the most recent homework he had assigned.

He nearly groaned at the thought of a long night of grading papers. He swallowed the noise down as feet shuffled across floor He looked up watching the last student walk through the door into the bustling hallway, voices raising and shouting to one another over the white noise conversations around them melding into one large noise that strangely did wonders to relax Hizashi's tense shoulders.

He reached up scratching behind his ear for a moment as he took a seat in his chair plopping down in front of his computer, his email up and ready with a new message from his team at the radio station. He let out a small breath shutting his eyes just for a moment, reaching up to rub at his temples then covering his ears rubbing the tips against the edges of his ears carefully. As if it could sooth the mild ache in his ears.

His double helix jewelry was chilled beneath his fingers and he dropped his hands straightening up as he took another deep breath before opening his eyes then plopping his hands onto the keyboard. He slid naturally slid his right hand down to rest lightly on the mouse pad, swirling his middle finger making the mouse perform circles on the screen before hovering over the email. Work, work, work.

"All work and no play will make Hizashi a dull boy." He mumbled under his breath as he opened the email, his eyes scanning the first sentence, when the sharp rapping of knuckles on the door had his head turning just a bit as his gaze flew to the door.

"Mic."

A smile naturally tilted his lips upwards, bright and joyful, when he caught sight of the one and only Eraserhead at his door. Aka, Shouta. Aka, his husband. His stupid thoughts made him chuckle as he spun in his chair to face his husband, hands slapping onto his thighs as he tilted his head. "Well, well, well, what can I do for the esteemed Eraserhead-sensei?"

The black-haired man then smirked quickly and wickedly at Hizashi, a flicker honestly, before he looked over his shoulder as if to see if he was alone before stepping over the threshold making his way over to the blonde's desk. His hands were deep in his pockets as he came to a stop before his desk, dark eyes peering at the rather thick stack of papers on his desk then to his open laptop, before lifting to Hizashi's face.

A touch of that familiar shyness creeped into that gaze making Hizashi's brows raised expectantly for his husband to speak and laced his fingers together resting his chin on them as he placed them on the desk, spinning to face his husband front on. He stared right back at the man with what he hoped was all the patience he possessed. Shouta took a breath then let it out, clearing his throat.

"When we get home I want to-"

"Yamada-sensei? I wanted-Oh!" Both men looked over in unison to find two students, Uraraka and Midoriya, standing in the doorway both looking equally surprised to find Shouta in the classroom and a brief look of curiosity then concern flickered between the two students when they looked to one another. "I apologize! Did we interrupt som-"

"No. Absolutely not." Shouta replied flatly before turning to walk away from Hizashi who pouted at his partner's bluntness as he strode across the floor with such briskness that Hizashi could only imagine the look on his face.

There was an agitated vibe rolling off the man that was so evident, perhaps even clear on his face, that Midoriya and Uraraka jumped apart to allow the man to stride through and disappear from sight. Hizashi forced his pout away when both students then turned to him again with hesitation on their faces and he let out a little breath of his own before putting a bright, welcoming smile on his face.

What was Shouta going to say? He wanted to know, dammit!

He rarely ever entered his classroom, after all. They always met in the staff room to chat after classes had ended for the day, so what was Shouta wanting to say that he didn't want others to hear? Did it possibly have to do with the frustration he saw in those dark eyes? In the tight pull of his brows on his forehead that was appearing more and more lately? The irritation that often laced his voice and simmered in the air around him when he stared at Hizashi?

The blonde blinked as cleared the babbling in favor of focusing his attention on the two students that were hesitantly weaving in his doorframe, as if they wanted to enter but were afraid too. "What can I do for you, little listeners?"

"Um, we're sorry, very sorry-" Midoriya started when Uraraka placed a hand on his upper arm to stop his little babble and the green haired student looked down at her before looking back to Hizashi. "We were wondering if we could, um, get your hours for after school help? Kirishima and Kacchan forgot about staying be-behind to ask so they asked if, uh, we could."

"Of course! Here, I'll write'em down for ya!" Hizashi cheerfully replied as he spun in his chair tugging open a drawer and reaching in to snatch up his yellow notepad slapping it down on his desk as his eyes flicked to the computer screen for just a moment before snagging a pen from the novelty mug that held a fistful of pens of many colors.

Hey, you never know when you or someone around you needs a pen! He clicked the end watching the ball point pop out and he scribbled a little experimental line before humming with satisfaction as he began writing his hours down quickly. The quiet scratching of the pen against the paper as he quickly filled out the lines, some part of his brain becoming strangely fascinated with the way the pen wiggled in his grip as he wrote.

How smoothly the ink was coming out on the page. He forced himself to keep from writing anything extra or signing it with a flare he felt itching in his fingers in favor of ripping the page from the pad and standing up. He walked over to the teens holding the yellow paper out with a smile.

"There ya go! I'm sure you both can find my email easily on the directory online if you need to get in contact with me for anything more related to class. Now go! Like I said, enjoy your day! I'm sure you have plenty of homework to get done today, little listeners!"

"Thank you, sensei!" Uraraka chirped before taking Midoriya's arm tugging him with her as they rushed from the door into the hallway once again, their shoes tapping against the floor as Hizashi leaned out the doorway to watch their strangely fast retreating forms.

Were they put off by the energy Shouta gave off? It wouldn't be the first time, nor would it be the last, that someone was scared or freaked out by Shouta's energy. He made a small 'hm!" that was accompanied by a shrug of his shoulders before stepping back into his classroom to make his way back to his desk. His fingers twitched with the urge to write again, his mind wondering just how long it had been since he wrote something.

Marveling over the fascination of wanting to see the pen wiggle in his grip was tempting. To enjoy the smooth glid of the nib on the paper. God, it was like he had crow brain! Instead of shinnies his brain was hooked on the idea of writing due to the simple satisfaction of watching his writing fill a page, to feel the pen fly across the page effortlessly and scratch softly against the paper. He shook his head.

He sat down in his chair a touch rougher than needed causing it to make a light buckling sound as he bounced lightly in the seat and turned to his computer pressing a hand to his cheek. He needed to get his work done, he needed to get serious! Now, he had two options at the moment when it came to getting his work done. He could go to his dorm room and do most of his grading. Or he could go home.

Home was filled with easy distractions though; temptations he wasn't sure he'd be able to ignore. But he'd be at home. However, the dorm room went unused far more than he liked to admit, and it was the perfect place for him to stay after hours to get the grading done with little to zero distractions. But Shouta would be home. And he would kill him if he skipped or missed dinner again. The blonde sighed before raising his hands to pluck the shades off of his face.

Rubbing at it before pressing his fingers against his cheeks tugging lightly at the skin under his eyes as he stared blankly at his laptop screen. He knew rationally if he went home that he would procrastinate grading the papers until nine o'clock at the latest, like always, and then end up staying awake until midnight or a few hours past it leaving his brain fried for the next school day. He was already so scatterbrained some days.

Did he really need to add to it? It was like a kitchen fire; you screamed and panicked to put it out but then someone came along to throw gasoline on the fire. Then before you know it the whole place is on fire, everyone's screaming, there's music playing somewhere, and chaos is reigning over everything. Was that really how his brain functioned? What if he just went to his dorm room now and got to work on as many as possible now?

And then around three thirty make his way home? Knowing Shouta dinner wouldn't be ready or on the table until at least five-twenty if he was cooking tonight but he would want to spend time with Hizashi before then, wouldn't he? But what if he took all the papers home and forgot to grade them? He had to get the papers back to the students for tomorrow, as always, but home was so chaotic that he worried he wouldn't be able to focus on grading.

But Shouta wouldn't let him forget to do it, would he? If Hizashi told him not to let himself forget, then the brunette wouldn't let him forget about it. He just wanted to go home after a long day of teaching. Why did it feel so complicated? Hizashi pulled roughly at the skin beneath his eyes for a moment before releasing his face to slap his cheeks and shake his head. Enough, enough! Focus, dammit!

"Okay! I'll pack up, go home, feed the cats as soon as I get there, park my ass at the table and start grading! Take a break for dinner, maybe some after dinner cuddles, and-Ahh, but she likes to watch a movie after dinner! It's practically tradition at this point, she'd break my kneecap if we don't watch a movie! I just-"

Another rapping on his door had his mumbling cut off as he looked up instinctively to find another all too familiar teen at his door. Hitoshi? What was he doing? He said he was studying with a group tonight, didn't he? So why-? "Dad sent me to ask if you're gonna come home for dinner or not. That he needs to know so he can work around some stuff."

"Why didn't he just call me about that?"

"He said that you're phone keeps going to voicemail." Hitoshi's voice was just as flat as Shouta's, the thought making his lips quirk into an amused smile and the indigo haired teen raised his brow. "I'm not gonna be the in-between for my parents, you know. He said he texted you but you're not answering. I'm not you're little errand boy for either one of you."

"Awww but you're my favorite errand boy!" Hizashi playfully crooned as he began pulling the top drawer of his desk open, fingers finding the cold screen of his phone tugging it out and pressing his thumb to the power button. He then looked up smiling widely as his phone powered up, plopping it on the desk as the screen glowed when he spun in his chair to face the teen and cocked his head.

"I thought you were going to a study group? Didn't you say it was for after school?" Hitoshi sighed stuffing his hands into his uniform's pant pockets and the blonde squinted as he picked up his sunglasses and gripped the frames by the side, spinning them lazily. "Shouta wouldn't drag you away from your studies, not willing anyway, so I'm guessing it got canceled tonight! Did it?"

"You know, you can be pretty annoying sometimes." Hitoshi replied on a sigh, sounding for all the world exactly like a teenage Shouta and it made Hizashi beam ear to ear as the teen before him then rolled his eyes before shifting his weight on his feet.

"Says the teenager. Now, answer me, child-spawn number one! Did your study group get cancelled?"

His hip jutted to the right as his shoulders dropped and his gaze, along with his face, became expressionless as he stared at Hizashi as if trying to skewer his adoptive father with his opinion. When Hizashi continued smiling at the huffy teenager all he got was another eye roll. Damn, Hitoshi probably saw the back of his own head with the intensity of his eye roll. "Yes, it was cancelled. I'll be home tonight for dinner too."

"Awesome! Alright, thank you for letting me know, Toshi!" Hizashi replied cheerfully before twisting his chair to face the desk, dismissing the teen who huffed a breath of irritation though he saw a smile beginning to twitch at the corners of his lips as he turned away.

He was a good kid. Hizashi plucked his phone up unlocking the screen to find at least two texts from his husband, opening them both up and reading them quickly. Alright, easy enough! He hummed happily while tapping his boots against the floor lightly as his thumbs flew across the phone screen, typing a response and sending it. He then stuffed his phone into his jacket pocket, slid his sunglasses back onto his face.

He reached out shutting the laptop screen and twisted facing the wall grabbing his computer bag as he continued his quiet humming. He slapped the bag onto the table as he then turned again to the outlet to tug the laptop charger out carefully, wadding the cord up and then placing it on the desk. He shut then slid his laptop into the bag, grabbed his stack of papers pushing them in on top of the computer.

Then he slid the charger in on top and zipped it up. He stood swinging the strap over his head where it settled snuggly on his shoulder, patted his pockets for his wallet then lifted his hand to pat his jacket pocket for the shape of his phone to confirm its placement. He reached into the open top drawer then slammed it shut walking away from his desk as he slid the ring onto his pointer finger then stuffing both hands into his pockets.

Happily trading his humming for a cheerful whistling. He felt excitement curdling then bursting in his chest painfully at the thought of getting home and he smiled so powerfully his cheeks ached. He couldn't wait to get home! And yet he could feel underneath the excitement a curiosity that ached to be satisfied. Just what did Shouta want to talk about? Had Hizashi done something? Something to make him seem so frustrated and irritated lately?

Probably, knowing him. Well, there was only one way to find out, now wasn't there? He walked with a sense of purpose down the hallway, his smile twitching at the corners as he let out a breath to relieve the tightness in his chest. More than likely it would be nothing. He just needed to pin point the past few weeks on his way there and be prepared. He just had to be prepared in someway to help smooth this-this tension inside of his partner.

Any good husband would, after all!

"Papa? Can you come help me?"

Shouta looked up at the soft voice to find Eri standing in the doorway, her little hands in fists pressing against her stomach as she stared at him with her wide red eyes. Much like Hizashi had at school he had his laptop open, his own papers in the process of being graded, when Eri had come running into their small dining room where he sat and stared at him hesitantly. He placed the paper in his hand down on the keyboard of his laptop.

He pushed his chair back, and stood up when he saw the hope light up in her little face as he walked around the table over to her place in the doorway. One of her hands uncurled in order to reach up to take his large hand and he offered her a little smile as he curled his fingers around her hand in response then raised a brow. "Alright, show me what you need help with."

She smiled brightly at him like he had just presented to her a glittering star from space, her eyes glowing as she turned tugging him out of the small dining room through kitchen to the small hallway that led to the stairs that would take them upstairs or the basement door. The house itself was a simple two floor building; the downstairs had a living room, a small entry way with a hallway obviously, a set of stairs that lead to upstairs.

The second floor had two bedrooms, a bathroom and a closet they used to store random items. The downstairs was simply made up of the kitchen, the living room, the small dining room they'd been in, and a door that surprisingly led to a basement that they turned into a playroom for Eri. Finally, towards the back of the house was the only master bedroom that Hizashi and himself had claimed long ago as theirs.

Instead of taking her to her bedroom, where he had assumed she'd been playing quietly, she instead took him to the basement door. She looked up at him then began pulling him down the stairs with her, his head cocked to the side curiously as just to where this child was dragging him. Eri didn't explain herself much, something Hizashi was working on with her, for she'd rather just show a person what she wanted.

Or she would take someone where she wanted them to go and then present the thing she wanted done. Despite the year of having Eri in their custody they had just filed for the finalization of their adoption for the young girl. The system seemed to be taking their sweet time to award them permanent custody and the ability to change her last name but they could be patient. After all, when they had begun fostering Hitoshi the boy had surprisingly chosen to keep his last name.

Something about it being too confusing now to change it but Shouta had the inkling that Hitoshi would be changing his last name someday, whether it was to his and Hizashi's or to something different all together. He looked down at the top of his daughter's head as they came down to the bottom of the stairs where she then tugged him urgently to the middle of the room and releasing his hand as she rushed to her toy chest wordlessly.

While Hizashi was working on teaching Eri to explain herself, something that she was finding easier with the blonde more than anyone, she still seemed rather shy with Hitoshi or Shouta. Almost as if she expected them to snap at her. She reached into her chest then tugged out a small cat plush, something small to be held in her arms like one would with a baby but not overwhelmingly big. It was one of Shouta's old favorites.

He had gifted to her when they'd told her of the adoption and something she now treasured. She walked over to him holding it up, his mouth opening to question why she was presenting it to him. He didn't understand at first why she was presenting him with the cat plush. It was the same old thing, her favorite stuffed animal she took with her everywhere. And then he saw the tear in the seam of the tail and the cotton that was sticking out.

Ah, it was ripping? Or falling apart? Hizashi was far more clever with his fingers than Shouta was, sewing far better than Shouta ever could, so perhaps when he got home- He blinked seeing Eri's bottom lip jut out slightly before quivering as her eyes began to shimmer with gathering tears on her pale lashes. Oh.

"Eri, it's okay. Don't cry." He held his hands out for the toy which she placed into his hands carefully, like it was made of fine glass or a living hurt animal. "It can be fixed, I promise, it used to do this a lot when I was a-a child too." Ahem, more like teenager. "When he gets ho-"

He was cut off when the front door opened with thumping feet and a wild, cheerful laugh. "I'm home! Come and hug me!"

Hizashi's voice boomed through the house, his quirk working to amplify his voice just enough to be heard far clearer than if he had been merely speaking and it always worked to alert everyone to his presence in the house. He was strangely keen on a person announcing themselves, that lurking was something weirdos and perverts did if it was an unknown thing and both Hitoshi along with Eri agreed with him surprisingly.

Shouta wondered secretly if it was some kind of dig at him since 'lurking' was something he supposedly did. He'd spooked Hizashi countless times in their youth after all. And he still did. "Sho? Eri? Are you guys home?"

"Go on, Eri. Let's go give it to Daddy, alright? He'll fix it up good as new, I promise."

Eri looked up at Shouta with her wet eyes before taking the stuffed animal from him when he nodded, and she ran for the stairs thumping up them quickly. The bottom of her dress swayed with her movements, the sweater she paired it with flickered backwards as she shot up the stairs much faster than she'd gone down them. "Daddy! Daddy, look at it-!"

"Ah, there you are! Oh, Eri, it's okay! Here let me see, okay? I'll be careful with it and fix it all better!" Hizashi's voice was soft exclamations, his tone pitched just right between a concerned father and a doting one as Shouta walked up the stairs with a little chuckle escaping his nose as he imagined his face.

He'd seen it countless times when Hizashi had comforted Hitoshi or Eri, it was completely different from when he comforted Shouta. For the children it was a soft look, his brows relaxed on his forehead, his lips would quirk into the softest smile Shouta had ever seen with a warmth that made his eyes glow as he stared with an even gaze and a certainty that would allow anyone to trust him.

With Shouta it was so much different but still held the same effect on him as if he aimed that soft look at him. With him, the blonde's brows came together, and he gained a-a stubbornness to him. He'd pout too. He stepped over the threshold of the basement and Hizashi looked up. "And there you are, Sho! Can you run in the bedroom for me and get the sewing kit?"

"Sure thing, Zashi." Shouta replied turning in the direction of their bedroom, his feet sliding easily across the floor as he moved through the kitchen to the small little hallway that led to the back of their house. Their bedroom doors slid open and shut, double doors grand enough for a master bedroom, but thankfully they could lock the doors in place. Thank God. He cringed to think of how catastrophic it would have been had Hitoshi or Eri ever walked in while- He clenched his jaw as he slid open the door walking into the room. Shake it clear. Get it out.

Shouta Aizawa was not a pervert. He said it to himself countless times during the day, during the past week and the start of this new one that they were in the middle of, but it did little to help anything. When he'd walked into Hizashi's classroom he had been fully prepared to ask the blonde to sit down with him tonight to discuss something with him.

At least that was the calm, rational way to phrase it. While he could get frustrated or perhaps even irritated with his husband throughout the day, it natural response that Hizashi loved to exploit to get Shouta twisted around. Though here recently, the black-haired man found himself feeling both emotions in a more persistent manner lately. The last month had been a frenzy of work, both as teachers and pro-heroes.

While both men would plan their lives around their careers, you couldn't plan a schedule around children of their own, but they tried. Hizashi worked weekends at the radio station which Shouta respected just as Hizashi respected that Shouta would go on patrols at all hours of the day or night without being upset as he himself was the same way. But the men always tried to plan for a date night.

Something that would release the tensions that would build from such a crazy and full schedule of work. And then there was afternoons of running Hitoshi and Eri to their appointments or to their after-school activities if they chose to have one or to the mall or to the park. Wherever they wanted, basically, but the dates helped. Shouta strangely loved dressing up for his husband and going out to gaze at the lovely blonde man in the low lighting of a restaurant.

He sighed to himself as he walked across the room to their dresser, tugging the top drawer open causing the TV on top of it to wobble lightly in response. Shit. Shouta took a deep breath as he rubbed one hand down his face and used the other to scoop up the sewing kit. Their date nights. Right. They hadn't been on a date night in, what, a week or two now? No, he knew exactly how long it had been.

He just wanted to pretend that he didn't have a clue, that he hadn't been marking the calendar off with a rising intensity that had him pressing the tip of the marker harder to the calendar. Slashing at it quickly, irritated at the reminder and irritated that he was counting the days at all since the last time. But it had been the middle of last month that they had gone on a date. They were in the second to last week of this month.

So, about to be five weeks next week. Just about a month, huh? These things normally didn't upset him, if anything sometimes he didn't want to go out, but the dates were sweetened with the promise of what the night would hold for him. Almost like a pact; Shouta would allow the blonde to coax him out of the house for a few hours of food and quality time while Hizashi would respond in kind with a long night of sex.

Shouta almost didn't mind the dates because it always felt like the prelude to the main event. An appetizer to the main meal. A hint before the answer. Now, Shouta didn't care at first that they hadn't gone on a date in a week because it was understandable that they were both busy with exams coming up. But then one week turned into two. Two turned into three. And so on and so on until presently they would now be going on five weeks.

And Shouta, at his base core, was understanding that they didn't have time and he'd been successfully distracted the first two weeks with his own work but in the third week things had begun to make themselves known. Every human being had urges, base urges even, and cravings to feel that they were desired in some form or another, didn't they? It doesn't apply to everyone now a days, but Shouta was a person who never really listened to his base urges.

Never listened, never noticed, until it was punching a hole through him. He was a person! So, it was natural for him to be frustrated right? For him to want to be touched? To feel skin sliding against his own? To want his husband's hands on him, sliding and brushing at sensitive areas making him writhe or jerk into his hold as the long blonde locks tickled at his skin. To want the heat of his breath on him?

To have his lips pressing and kissing his skin softly? To his teeth biting at him? Nipping playfully? To have nails clawing at his thighs? Hands gripping his waist tight? God, when was the last time he and Hizashi even had a proper make out session of any kind? All he got lately were these stupid little pecks on the lips, brief and so fast that he was left wondering if he had just imagined the sensation when Hizashi was rushing away.

How many more nights of this? How many more hours would he spend staring at Hizashi's peaceful face? Would he die from the longing? The want? The desire that was twisting him up so fiercely it felt like he might not make it another day? When all he wanted were those hands on him? To have them sliding, brushing, squeezing, clawing and holding him? To have Hizashi's lips on his so fervently as hips struck at him so hard that he-?

"Stop it!" Shouta hissed between clenched teeth as he slammed the top drawer a touch too hard causing the TV to jiggle slightly, and he glared at the device before turning on his feet to the bedroom door.

He was far from lacking in pleasure as masturbation was always an option. Sure, it used to be his plan B but it was still an option he could select when he needed something, but this was different. His plan B had more and more recently become his plan A and while it did satisfy those urges in the beginning of the third week he found that it simply wasn't working as effectively. Yes, he orgasmed.

Yes, it felt damn good, but it felt like with each masturbation session and each orgasm he had on his own was making him more desperate. More needy. Craving. Needing. Wanting. Touch-starved. So many nights he laid in bed with Hizashi, stiff in his husband's slack arms as he snored into the pillow while Shouta stared so intently at his partner's face, he half expected it to burst into flames. Spent night after night so restless that he inched his face closer, closer, closer to his husband's.

So close his hitching breath mingled with the slow and even breathes of Hizashi's. Mentally willing him to wake up only to feel a crushing disappointment when Hizashi remained sleeping. It was awful. It was the worst. It reminded him of those years he spent pining after the blonde and it made him want to scream in the blonde's face until he gave him what he wanted. As if he were a child throwing a temper tantrum.

A mess of slamming hands, stomping feet and screaming at the top of his damn lungs until Hizashi gave him what he wanted. To throw a horrible, sobbing tantrum until he reached the sole goal of getting what he wanted. And some part of him wanted too. He wanted to shriek and scream and slam his fists on the counters and slam the cabinets shut and stomp his feet, cry then hold his arms out for Hizashi to just understand that he needed him.

Needed him so badly he was scared it was approaching acute pain. Shouta paused in the bedroom doorway to rub at his eyes fiercely, dragging his fingers down his face roughly as the edges of his blunt nails scraped at his skin until his palm pressed flush against his lips. He was going crazy. He would go insane and would have to be clinically locked away if something didn't change. Didn't Hizashi feel the same?

Hizashi, from the time Shouta had met him, had explained his diagnosis to him countless times. Had explained his ADHD and how he tended to feel his emotions a bit more intensely than the average person's but that he understood that sometimes it made him come across as overwhelming. That sometimes he was frazzled or snapped because just feeling his own feelings could be far too much sometimes.

That he needed someone, something, to snap him back into place. Something grounding. It was why he appreciated Shouta's blunt tongue. If all that were the case, however, then didn't the man feel the same things? If Shouta thought he was at his wits end then was Hizashi clawing and hanging on by his fingernails? He forced his feet to move as he took a deep breath, walking quickly down the little hall and through the kitchen.

His heart was flying against his chest with those tiny little urges. He swallowed as he followed the sound of his husband's voice comforting their child. He entered the living room, large green eyes lifting up to him from behind the familiar glasses Hizashi wore at home, and the smile that lit his face was blinding as Shouta walked over with the kit in hand. Hizashi, while he didn't know it, was not making a single thing easier on him.

"Thank you~!" Hizashi chirped out accepting the kit from Shouta and Eri watched intently as the blonde plopped the plush in his lap carefully. "Soon it'll be good as new! I promise! I've fixed this thing so many times it'll be easy peasy!"

"Will it really?"

"It sure will! Just watch!" Eri looked at him hopefully as he opened the kit plucking out a needle and a wad of thread then found the end of said thread then lifted it and the needle up. How he could do that when he was blind as a bat without his glasses never made sense to Shouta. "So, what's for dinner tonight, Sho?"

Dinner? Could Shouta realistically stand in that kitchen with Hizashi fluttering around him, hands on his hips and lips on the back of his neck without cracking? He parted his lips for a moment, taking a breath that scratched his throat on the way down as both he and their daughter watched the blonde man attempt to thread the needle. Could he resist the urges? Or would he end up giving in to the urge to pin Hizashi against the counter?

The urge to yank his face to his own, the urge to claw and grab and writhe against his husband? The urge to be bent over the counter by the blonde and fucked so hard he was weeping? Until he was clawing at the counter, howling his husband's name like he was a God that he was devoting every word and breath too? Until his legs shaking and his breathes hot as they escaped his lungs? Until the tears had dripped off his jaw?

Until he was openly drooling and watching the liquids drip onto the counter as he would jerk his hips backwards? Coaxing, begging, pleasing for Hizashi to fuck him harder, harder, faster, controlling the pace as he screamed. God, he knew his voice would be wrecked if it happened like that, knew that Hizashi would eat it up too. Oh, the thought of Hizashi giving in to him in the kitchen, such an open area in the kitchen should be wrong.

He should not find the idea of a hand on his hip and a hand in his hair tugging and pulling at his hair so fiercely the pain would shiver down his spine exciting. But oh, it was right there behind his eyelids. Would Hizashi howl and scream with him? Would he shout his praises, his sweet nicknames for Shouta and his compliments as he pounded him or would he sink his teeth into the expanse of his back and shoulders?

Would he leave hickeys in their wake? He knew he'd claw the other man's soft skin until he had welts, knew he would gasp and writhe and squirm against Hizashi until he was absolutely clawing for his orgasm as he begged and pleaded in shrieks for Hizashi to please, please, please come in him, that he wanted it, so please? Please, Hizashi? Wouldn't he do it because Shouta had been so good and he -?

"Sho?"

Shouta jerked both mentally and physically when he found a pair of green and red eyes respectively staring at him with varying levels of concern. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He glanced down instinctively, half expecting the disgust or horror to slam into him more forcefully than it already was if he had even become slightly hard, but he was quickly breathing in relief as he rubbed at his face. Nothing.

Oh, he could feel the twitches of interest, the arousal curling low in his stomach as it warmed the blood in his veins, but he was far from being hard. How the fuck could he do that? How the fuck could he lose control of his thoughts like that? In front of their child! God, it was disgusting. He was disgusting. Didn't he know how to control himself better? Didn't he know better than to do that sort of thing?

Disgusting. He was disgusting.

"I-" His voice cracked and he stopped to clear it. "I'm not feeling too good tonight. I was thinking take out?"

"Really?" Both Hizashi and Eri shouted, the blonde a touch louder as he forgot himself and the child cautious as if she didn't want to scream at Shouta as well but then the man was smiling widely at Shouta. "Awesome! Oh, Hitoshi will be home too so that works out! Last time we ordered take out without him he pouted for weeks! I don't think I could reasonably accept the sight of that boy sulking and pouting for weeks on end again. He already thinks we spoil Eri too much!"

"I'm spoiled?" Eri tilted her head, concern on her face when Hizashi leaned forward pinching her nose gently and moving her head in a shake that had the concern leaving in favor of the giggle that left her lips as that little nose of hers scrunched up making Hizashi laugh.

"You're our princess! You deserve a little spoiling, Eri!" He then looked up at Shouta smiling. "So, where do-?"

He had to walk away. Now. He needed to walk away and breathe. Walk away and figure out why the fuck he had let himself get carried away like that. No excuses. He had no excuses for such behavior and he knew it. Hizashi would even say that if he had known the dirty path his mind had taken in such a short amount of time. In the presence of a child no doubt. Disgusting. Immoral. He was disgusting to allow that to happen.

And so he needed to walk away, get his damn head on straight, and control himself.

"I don't care, choose what you want." He replied quickly as he turned on his feet, throwing his hand up in a 'whatever' motion as he moved quickly to exit the room with Eri whispering to her blonde parent in a worried tone as Shouta's feet thumped harder against the floor than he intended.

What was wrong with him? He wasn't hiding it as well as he had been at the school. But God, the familiar sight of Hizashi's iconic bright, warm smile that made his eyes glow up at Shouta as his lashes fluttered and that stupid mustache twitch slightly with the movement of his lips was too much. It was too much to be near Hizashi at all with the erotic little escapade of his, now colored with slight shame.

An image ruined by his disgusting slip up. And rightfully so it deserved to be tainted like that. How dare he get even a bit carried away like that? He entered the dining room plopping down into his seat. He needed to get this done, if anything. Get the grading done, eat dinner, hope to God he can get through a movie with Hizashi so close and get to the shower. That was his only reprieve most nights.

The only place he could rationally get it out of him. It was there that he had to quite literally squeeze as many orgasms out of himself as he possibly could in the allotted and expected time a shower could take without Hizashi becoming curious or worried or even joining him before they would go to bed. Because there were some nights Hizashi would be so wrapped around him while they slept that he couldn't squirm away to get to the bathroom.

Couldn't rush to the place where he would sit on the toilet seat and bring himself to a precipice that was so frustratingly good that he had shove the hand towel in his mouth to bite down on while his other hand clenched and clawed at the sink's counter. It would leave him laying twisted around his husband with an erection that lasted so long he was nearly whimpering aloud as he laid there losing his precious sleep over the arousal.

Losing hours to the want, the need, that throbbed in his very bones. Scorched through his veins until he felt he would burst into flames. He covered his face once again, his reading glasses sitting on the stack of papers where he'd left them moments before Eri had come in. God, what was he going to do with himself? He slammed his elbows onto the table covering his face. Groaning quietly into his palms quietly.

This was going to be a very long night.