Rubbing it on a cloth didn't help, using his fingers didn't help either. He was going insane at that point.

He just wanted the friction to work, that sweet sweet release from the itch he couldn't scratch—

Literally.

"Hitoshi, just stop, you're making it worse," Izuku repeated for what felt like the millionth time in the past hour.

"I know," he whined answered, still trying to rub off the skin on his leg while also not touching the bite directly. It sucked. It majorly sucked because he couldn't focus on anything else.

He and Izuku were supposed to enjoy the sunny weather, go out on ice-cream, take a walk in the park, watch a movie and then come back home and enjoy the cuddles. But no. Of course nothing he planned ever survived a confrontation with reality. There would be no movie, all because the annoying sensation spread all over his leg, leaving a sad excuse of a limp as his only way of moving.

Fucking mosquito allergy. Who invented this? He just wanted to talk.

"Toshi—" Izuku grew tired of his antics and grabbed both his hands by the wrists. "It will only hurt worse, stop." He didn't sound mad, just... tired. Probably disappointed too judging by the annoyed edge in his voice.

Hitoshi fucked up. And he knew he fucked up. The day was supposed to be perfect and Izuku was so excited for this All Might movie and Hitoshi destroyed it and—

"Toshi, this isn't your fault. You can't control mosquitos, can you?" Izuku asked, voice carefully patient. Oh, Hitoshi hated it so much. Because just how upset would Izuku have to be to use this tone?

"I'm sor—"

"Shhh," the greenhead pressed a finger to his mouth, letting go of his left wrist. Hitoshi had to consciously stop himself from trying to scratch the bite. Somehow that made him feel even worse. "It is not your fault and you have nothing to be sorry about."

"You're mad though," he said, a little muffled by the finger on his lips, before he could stop himself. The flash of surprise and hurt on Izuku's face made him flinch. Fuck, fuck, why couldn't he keep his thoughts to himself—?

"I'm— I'm not mad?" he said it more as a question, worry painting his voice. "Why would you think that?" He removed the muffling finger in favour of catching his wrist again. Since Hitoshi was a dumbass and started scratching his leg without thinking.
Don't focus on it now.

"You were really excited about the movie—"

"Toshi."

"—and we had to cut the walk short too—"

"Toshi." Izuku squeezed his wrists a little, almost painfully. It was a good wake-up call. Right, he probably didn't want to listen to him being miserable and just wanted him to leave so he could be alon— "Hitoshi, I already watched that movie."

What now.

"You... did?" he asked numbly. He probably looked like that Brazilian telenovela woman maths meme but just... what?

"Yes," broccoli said, once again sounding like he was gathering patience to talk with a three-year-old. To be honest, Hitoshi felt as dumb as one so maybe that's how it felt. "I wasn't excited about seeing it, I was excited about seeing it with you."

"I— I don't—" Izuku let go of his wrists in favour of pulling him onto his lap. "I don't understand—" He stopped trying to articulate his thoughts when Izuku pushed his face into his hair and started giggling slightly.

"Toshi, I'm just happy to spend time with you, alright? It doesn't matter where." Izuku's voice sounded a little softer, a little more understanding. It made his heart fill with warmth. He didn't want him to leave, he just wanted— "I'm very fine with sitting here and making sure you don't scratch yourself half to death. Also, I have this movie on DVD. Let me pull that up?"

"Yes please."

And somehow Hitoshi didn't mind when Izuku's arm stopped encircling him so the boy could stand up and play the disk. Not even the mosquito bite could bother him when he felt so warm with love.