Here's another one! So, I guess this can be thought of as a little spin off! I mentioned a lot of first times in my other series, Shades of EraserMic, and decided to make those hinted at first times an actual little story! I've seen so many little comics about Shouta and Hizashi's first times that I really couldn't help myself as the ideas wouldn't leave me ALONE. So, this is the results! Something cute and smutty at the same time! No smut or actual sex will be taking place under age! It'll be 20s and up when that happens! Just so it isn't weird or anything of the sort! Though do tell me if I have to go back into the warnings and mark underaged! I'm back and forth as I'm not sure to use it given that all the actual sexual stuff will take place LATER in the story, you know?

But yeah! Mini story! I hope you all enjoy this story that I am aiming to be sexy and awkward and as authentic as I can make it! Until we meet again! ❤️


"Class dismissed! Remember, chapter five is what your test next week will be focused on! And remember your training schedules will be handed out tomorrow in accordance with your final exams so make sure to be at my desk bright and early!"

Shouta bent down grabbing at his backpack then straightened up to grab his notebook. Stuffing it in, he then grabbed his folder to shove in as well next to it. The zippers jingled at him lightly from the rough shoves he gave. The Gankiri Neko doll hanging on swayed with his actions. His eyes flicked to the stickers his sister placed on the fabric. Peeling lightly already as he flicked his finger against the closest one. Chairs scraped backwards with identical zippers jingling. Conversations picking up quietly with ease.

Quirk training and school work was thrown at them. It all blended together until it was tiring. He wanted to get to the end of the year. To claw his way to the finish line where he'd get that license placed in his hands with that official statement declaring him with his graduating class. He could ignore the awful robes he'd have to wear or the cap, but it felt so far. So close but so, so far. As if the year were dragging its feet after all this time to tease him. As if the world were making time slow to welcome another awful tragedy in his life.

Reaching up, he scratched idly at his chin before jerking hands down when his bag slumped threatening to spill its contents. He cursed under his breath before shoving the items back into the bag. He listened to the sound of shoes lightly tapping against the floor behind him making their way to the door. Grinding open said door, allowing the din of voices in the hall to spill into the room. Chairs screeched when they were pushed back into place with light hits against desks as he sighed softly under his breath.

He stood up then dragged his bag onto the desk top grabbing at his textbook. Shoving it into the bag he snatched up his pencil box to cram it in on top of the items within. His capture taking up the most space within it but he could make it fit. He had done it in the past after all but it was always a hassle. God, he just wanted to go home and sleep. To curl up on his bed and steal even an hour or two of silence while his sister was at her afterschool activities. To do it while his mother and stepfather were gone.

He zipped up his bag only to blink when he watched yellow nails come into his line of sight. Tapping at his desk when he'd straightened up to tug the zippers over his bulging bag shut. Looking up to the owner of said nails instinctively, he was greeted with the beaming face of Hizashi. Amazing how perky one person could be. He couldn't help but wonder what the blonde truly had in him that allowed him to remain so energetic throughout the day. Given he was with the blonde all day energy drinks and coffee weren't it.

So where did all that perky energy come from? From day one the blonde had been so unbearably loud around him. Like a golden retriever with unbound excitement and energy every time he saw him. But the sight of him beaming so sweetly at him never failed to have his heart skip. His eyes flicked instinctively to the blonde's ears. To glance at hearing aids looked seconds from falling out and earlobes held that trace of red from his most recent piercings. Two studs glittering in each lobe with a swollen appearance to them.

Never, in all his life, had he seen a person look so proud over piercings. Hizashi had talked his ear off about the surprise gift his mothers were giving him for his graduation despite the date being two months away. The blonde also swore to him there was another surprise by them coming up. It only took one hopeful look for him to agree to go to this unknown surprise for Hizashi. The blonde wouldn't stop talking about it. He was as happy and excited about it as he was to get his braces removed next week finally.

Two years he'd had them filled with appointments to tighten and adjust. He had to admit he missed the gap in those front teeth. From his freckles to blonde hair and green eyes paired with that tooth gap? It all had given Hizashi a very "Southern Bell" look to him. However, the blonde was more than happy to have that gap be gone. With a twitch he realized that smile was twitching on lips with a look of concern to the blonde. Had he said something? Had he not been listening? "What? Did you say something?"

"I did! I asked if you wanted to, ah, maybe come over? My moms are running errands today so they'll be out a bit later! And Aimi, Hana and Haru aren't going to be there because they have after school activities to do! So you could come over if you want? Take a nap maybe?" There was a tone of hope beneath that babbled sentence as the blonde's eyes darted away then back to him with that smile twitching on his lips once again. Curling higher when he looked down at the fingers drumming on the desk's edge.

"Yeah. Suki has her own thing this afternoon, so she won't be home either. After school stuff and a friend hang out I think. So I guess I have time to come over for an hour or two." It was a wild thing how his heart skipped. Made his stomach drop as he let his own faze flick away with that heat crawling up the back of his neck. Stinging the tips of his ears when the blonde then bounced up on his toes. "You're sure it's fine, though? I thought Yuki and Kimiko didn't like it when we had the house to ourselves?"

"Well, they don't want us to make bad choices! Wreck the house or something! But since I'm eighteen and you're eighteen, so they can't exactly complain about it, can they? And with me turning nineteen in a matter of months, it's kind of hard to tell an adult what to do, right? They've been giving me all kinds of freedom lately! More so than usual! So, I don't think they'll care too much about you coming over to nap or hang out with me! How are they going to be upset about my boyfriend coming over?"

He couldn't help a snort at the blonde. It was if he didn't hear the exact reason why his mothers would be upset about him not only coming over but with the two of them being alone? Giving a pointed look at the now confused blonde, he dragged his nail along the zipper of his bag lightly. "Like you just said, we're eighteen. Hardly an adult. In the eyes of the law, maybe, but as long as "teen" is in our age I don't think it's unreasonable to not be treated our age."

"They can't treat us like kids forever, Sho! We're going to move out eventually once our hero careers take off! They can't expect me to be pure as the winters snow forever , can they?" Another snort broke out of him as green eyes narrowed at him with a pout. While they weren't overly strict like his mother and stepfather, Hizashi's mothers never let them fully shut the door in the past two years they'd dated. Always a crack that was enough for them to see the hallway to put them off from anything close to inappropriate.

"Really? Hizashi, do you not listen to yourself? You just said the exact reason they wouldn't like it. You make it sound like you do have ulterior motives to get me alone in the house." He huffed at the blonde when that pout deepened into a scowl as blonde pressed his hands to the desk only to lean over causing the metal to groan. "You can't be mad if your mothers care about you possibly having underage sex with your boyfriend."

"But if you came to nap, would it really inappropriate?" The blonde then lifted his drumming fingers from the edge of the desk to flick at his swaying Gankiri Neko keychain plush making him scowl. "And we've already made out countless times at your place! Your mom even got a few strikes didn't she because we were too loud? Anyways you like being alone with me! But if you really don't want to come over you don't have to. I wouldn't want it to weigh on your morally innocent conscience and have it bother you."

His brow twitched as he swung his bag off the desk to glare at the blonde. He knew what he was doing. Hizashi was baiting him. Was fishing for a reaction by throwing out his lure for him to bite at and he'd be tugged into an all-new conversation he wasn't sure he wanted to have in a school setting. It's not like everyone in their damn class needed to hear about what they did in their relationship. "You're being annoying. I never said I didn't like being alone with you but I'm not going to disrespect your mothers."

A look of frustrated surprise came over the blonde as his lower lip jutted out before he huffed out a sigh. Leaning forward making the desk creak lightly again with a wobble as the blonde bounced up onto his toes. "It's not disrespect! We're not going there to have sex, Sho! We-!"

"Too loud!" He couldn't help the hiss as he gritted his teeth before stepping away from his chair in. Too hard from the crack of the back hitting the desk as he quickly began making his way towards the door of the classroom. The din of voices had softened quite a bit. He could hear the jingle of zippers and the tap of shoes hitting the linoleum tiles as the blonde chased after him. Rushing up to his side as he flew out the doorway into the hallway. "It's different! Your mothers both care. Mine isn't around to care."

"Sho, come on! We hardly get any time together anymore! I just want to spend a little time with you!" He chanced a glance at the blonde only to find a soft frown tugging at his lips. A sincerity to his words that tugged at his heart when he looked away. "And we're only going to get busier if we do end up going the college route while going Pro! You can't tell me it's wrong that I want a little one on one time with my boyfriend, can you? And with all my appointments and shit, don't you feel the same?"

Hizashi wasn't wrong. The blonde was constantly running from appointment to appointment lately whether it was for his hearing aids or his eye appointment coming up to get contacts. His braces and his medicine check-ins. If it wasn't appointments then the blonde was running around with his mother, Kimiko, to help her with the hard of hearing children of her clients. Something Hizashi was happy to help with but it had his schedule packed. "You're not wrong, okay? But I'm not going to show up at your house and-"

"Nothing will happen! Haven't I said I agree with you plenty of times? I mean, it's not exactly a secret that I want you. Like that." He shot a glare at the blonde when a few girls rushing past cast a curious glance before giggling. He heard Hizashi teeth click as his mouth shut. Then he nudged himself closer to allow their arms to brush. A light touch that could be mistaken as accidental. "I do! There's no point lying about it, is there? But I won't toe that line. I know that we're too young, but I want alone time, you dig?"

"I know, Zashi. But we can't just take advantage of Kimiko and Yuki's trust like that. It feels wrong." Rushing towards the stairs, the blonde flew down the steps with him. Each step was ridiculously loud as they made their way down them when he reached out to grab the railing. The sound of his palm brushing over the metal mixing with the tapping of their shoes when he glanced up at Hizashi. "If I do come over, can you keep your hands to yourself? Kissing isn't bad but you've gotten a bit handsy lately."

There was a rush of color to the blonde's freckled cheeks as his glasses slipped down his nose when they spun around the corner to the next flight of stairs. Lips trembled silently as Hizashi struggled for his words, his hand reaching out to lightly touch the back of his free one. Once the blonde found his voice it came out ridiculously high from his embarrassment. A pitch close to the way his voice used to be before it broke. "I have? I didn't- I'm sorry about that! I didn't think it was that bad! If you don't like it, I can-"

"Never said I didn't like it." A glance out of the corner of his eye confirmed the surprised look he expected to cross the blonde's flushed face. He felt that heat in the back of his neck rushing up to his own cheeks annoyingly as he turned his head away when they turned once again to rush down that third flight. "Just- Keep'em to yourself, okay? And if I do come over, I can't stay for dinner anyways. I gotta get home to Suki because I'll be damned if I leave a thirteen-year-old alone in that apartment with my room unlocked."

"I get it! So, does- I mean, does that mean you're going to? Come over? I can text my moms and let them know if that makes you more comfortable about it! I already hinted at it this morning that I might be inviting you over but if you want them to know I can text them on the bus there?" Hesitating, he glanced at the blonde again through the trembling curtain of his hair to find the blonde glancing at him as well. It had him dropping his gaze down again with another rush of heat to his cheeks.

"Text them and see what they say. If they say no, I'll wait at the bus stop with you and walk home." His mumbled response echoed lightly in the empty stairwell as they twisted for that final set when a hand grabbed his wrist to stop him from flying down them. He jerked instinctively to tug away only for that hand to release his wrist in favor of sliding down to weave fingers through his own. The warmth of his palm pressing to his own as a squeeze was given as he looked at the blonde. "What?"

A soft smile twitched at his lips when he got another squeeze as fingers fit snugly between his. "It'll be okay, Sho. We aren't doing anything bad, I promise. Besides, we said we'd wait, didn't we? When we're in our twenties we'll take that step towards something more like sex! And until then it's just little steps, right? My moms won't kill us over making out, I promise, babe! So, don't stress so much about it, okay? I swear I've never met anyone with a fussier head than you!"

"Says the scatterbrained one!"

"You know I am! Hey, hold my hand the rest of the way? Please? It's not a secret to anyone else by this point, babe, so please? You can let go if you get uncomfortable, okay?" There was a hopeful glint to those green eyes as fingers squeezed at his again. He wasn't wrong. Again. It was common knowledge among their class that they were together. That they had been halfway through their first year. Yet he couldn't shake that self-conscious sensation that eyes were them. On their hands. "It's fine, Sho, if you don't-"

Fingers started pulling away from him with that softer tone to which he snapped to attention to grab at the blonde's. Clutching tightly as he interlocked his fingers between Hizashi's again. Using a tight grip as eyes widened with a fast blink when he squeezed his hand. God his face had to be that horrible, blotchy red. It burned with a light throb to it when he tugged at the blonde causing him to stumble a few steps closer. "I'm going to hold this the whole way there, you hear me? So stop looking like a kicked puppy, alright?"

There was an awed look to the blonde before that bright, beaming smile curled over his lips with a squeeze to his hand that he gave back. There was a delighted sparkle to those green eyes that had his heart skipping in his chest as he turned away. "We'll hold hands the whole way there then! Now let's get moving! Our quality time is ticking away!"

"Hizashi!" He couldn't help the yelp when the blonde threw himself forward to run down the stairs, yanking at his hand forcing him forward. He stumbled over his feet before rushing down the steps with the blonde smiling over his shoulder with a laugh that bounced through the stairwell as they rushed down. He swallowed down a protest when the hand in his squeezed again as if to give a slash of comfort as they rushed down. And he couldn't help but give a squeeze back to that slender hand.


The Yamada household would never fail to make his head spin at the stark difference to his own. It was a two-story house with all four bedrooms upstairs with the living room, kitchen, and sunroom towards the back of the house that led way to a back porch being on the ground floor. There was a bathroom on that bottom floor and one on the top floor with Hizashi's mothers' room having an ensuite bathroom that was often shared with Aimi or Hana if they needed so. Haru and Hizashi mainly sharing that common one.

There was a closet on the first floor that held spare towels, blankets, pillows and cleaning supplies along with a few bags of dog food and supplies. It was a bright, open place that always had something going within its walls. Walls that were cluttered with family picture after family picture. Awards, certificates, and diplomas in the living room. The floors littered with toys, shoes or clothes were always ready to trip up an unsuspecting person if not picked up in time. It was warm with that soft scent of fading perfume.

A scent often overpowered by cheap cologne by Hizashi and his younger brother. It was a house that held chaos within its walls even if not another soul was there. A cliché home that felt nice to be within. Each bedroom, from what Shouta had seen, was wildly different than the last. Hizashi's mothers' room was pastel teals with teak browns while Aimi's was deep blues with white accents. Hana's soft off-whites and beiges and Haru's being done in hues of reds and grays. Hizashi's, however, was a comfortable hue.

Deep green and brilliant yellow painted on the wall and spread throughout the room. It was embarrassing but the blonde had a memorabilia shrine on his dresser from their dates. All Knick knacks and things he claimed had sentimental value to him. One being a small bear he had somehow managed to win for the blonde at that festival they'd gone too a few years ago. It was a safe place that felt like home. Upon entry of that house, he'd teased the blonde as his fingers fumbled with the keys. Doing so until the door was unlocked

And then Hizashi was yanking him inside. A hard task apparently when one handed as he had kept true to his word and clutched at the blonde's hand the entire way there. Greeted by their dog, he had kicked off his shoes only to be tugged to the kitchen. It was there that Hizashi gave him a few pudding cups after apologizing for not having jelly packets on them. After grabbing a few bottles of water and a pop-tart for himself, they made their way upstairs. The thumping of feet soft against the carpeted stairs.

Down the hall towards blonde's bedroom. Insisting on homework being done first, the pop-tarts and pudding cups were devoured in record time. Then they focused on their worksheets. Him helping the blonde with the math work while he was helped with his English work. Soft music played from the dock next to the blonde's bed as they worked side by side. Bookbags were then pushed off the bed by the blonde with his feet much to his annoyance. However, it had all dissolved into soft music and scratching pencils.

The quiet rustle of leaves after Hizashi opened the window allowing that warm breeze to puff in lazily through the room. It was comforting. A quiet tranquility he didn't know he needed. It was hard, however, to ignore the subtle motions of Hizashi. Little squirms that put them closer, closer, closer. The glances that had him forcing his own away when they caught. An excuse to touch hands or nudge at him prompting him to look up at the blonde. The warmth radiated between them as sides pressed together tightly.

That cheap cologne wafting off of the blonde. Feet that nudged lightly at his own and knees pressing together as they did their work. Innocent to the unsuspecting eye. To him it was far from innocent. And with that bedroom door tightly shut? It had his heart racing in his chest with butterflies wreaking havoc on his stomach. To fight down the fidgets that came with the emotion that had his fingers trembling lightly as he worked. Gulping at his water until he was draining it in hopes of soothing his dry throat.

Rubbing his right hand against the blanket and his left against his thigh when the blonde was looking away. Wiping away that clammy sensation to them as he took quiet breaths. They'd been together too long for him to be so nervous. They'd been along many, many times. But this? It felt different. Being in Hizashi's room with the closed door changed everything about it. Every single time they'd ever fooled around and had their make out sessions had been at his house. It had never been here in Hizashi's room.

Where his scent seemed to hover around him in a sickeningly suffocating cloud that left his head dizzy. And then he inevitably found himself leaning towards the blonde. It didn't help it felt off. So horribly off without Nemuri sitting on the floor to diffuse the tension simmering under his skin. Even Tenya would be a welcome presence to diffuse it. This was nerve wracking being on his own with the blonde in his room. Alone. With the door shut to keep the dog out for the moment while they had been working.

It was only after their homework had been finished that the blonde had offered to go get another water. Something that he happily jumped at to accept from Hizashi who had smiled far too enthusiastically at him. There had been the beginning of a pink blush on his cheeks when he scrambled off the bed. Rushing across the floor as if he had set the bed aflame. As if he were also feeling that strangeness hovering between them. A strange tension that was nonexistent at his mother's apartment. Something they'd had in the beginning.

That had been ten minutes ago now.

Sitting on the bed, he couldn't help but squirm in place as his feet slid across the blanket. The fabric of his socks glowed against the yellow comforter beneath him as he rubbed his palms against his thighs. Trying to rid the tremble as he slid them forward. Tapping them against knees that bent up as his heart thumped sickeningly against his chest. That familiar heat stinging at the tips of his ears. Burned in the back of his neck annoyingly. His phone lay on the blanket next to him silently as he awaited that text from Nemuri.

She had texted with that playful manner about seeing him leave with Hizashi after school. He had not a clue where she'd been but she then went on to ask if he was "being a proper gentleman" in the blonde's room. It was only after he texted back admitting to the strange tension under his skin that the phone had gone silent. He hadn't received anything back from her. Not a word. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. It wasn't nervousness over being alone with the blonde. It was far from anything like that.

It felt as if he were tainting something now that he was truly alone with the blonde. Alone in a home that had done nothing but welcome him with open arms. He'd never be able to look at this room the same no matter how innocently they went about this. It would always hold that electric tension suffocating him. There was the fact that Hizashi's family would know. How could they not? Hizashi's mothers had told him to be responsible in the text he showed him with that blush on his cheeks. Something that had his own face burning.

It had been mortifying knowing that Hizashi's sisters would be joking with him about it when he came over. That it would be an unspoken thing between all of them. A common knowledge unconfronted. Fuck, how was he going to deal with that? His mother and stepfather were never around to care about it. They had met Hizashi once and he didn't know if it was genuine or purely intentional with their introductions. But they never asked about the blonde. They never talked about Hizashi unless they had too.

And even then it was when they were asking if he was still serious about the whole "gay thing". It was only then that they'd ask if he was still seeing that "blonde boy" much to his irritation. Frustrated at the blatant display of disappointment when he said yes to both questions. He knew his mother was far from homophobic but it still stung to see that disappointment wash over her. Even if he no longer cared about her opinion it still stung at him. Suki, however, was more than happy to pester him about Hizashi.

Always begging him to bring over Hizashi so she could spend time with him. To spend time with his family as well as one day they'd be "her in-laws after all" much to his mortification. But was he in his own head too much this time? Or was he-? The sounded of feet coming towards the door had him jerking into a stiff position. Tense when the doorknob rattled. There was a whimpering whine of their family dog, but Hizashi worked his way inside without letting the dog in. He then sighed out as he turned towards him.

"We're going to have to take Moonie for a walk before you leave! Or let him out in the yard to burn some energy again. Anyways, here's your water!"

"Thanks." He mumbled reaching his own for the outstretched water bottle. He untwisted the cap bringing it up to sip at the cold liquid when the blonde made his way around their abandoned bags to climb up onto the bed once again causing the mattress to wobble. Swallowing quickly when the blonde plopped down close. Close, close, close. Their shoulders brushed as thighs pressed together when Hizashi's phone went off. "Has Kayama messaged you at all? She hasn't been answering me."

"Mmm, not really? I haven't talked to her much today! She's been pretty busy with some work from what I've understood." Hizashi then gave a shrug that nudged at his shoulder as he swallowed instinctively. There was a playful sparkle in those green eyes as the blonde grinned at him. "It's not a big deal, honestly! We'll be busier than anything soon enough!"

"True." Lifting the bottle up he took a gulp at the liquid when he damn near spit it back one at the touch of a hand brushing hesitantly against his thigh. He looked down instinctively at the blonde's hand jerking away. As if he had somehow shouted at him not to touch. His heart skipped as heat rushed up to his cheeks while he watched from that side view the pink splotches blooming across freckled cheeks. Swallowing the remaining water in his mouth, he took a breath before speaking. "Zashi?"

The blonde twitched as if he had electrocuted him with the mere use of his name. Hizashi turned his head to look at him as his fingers dug into the plastic of the bottle. The crinkle it made was painfully loud as he watched those pink splotches deepening. Changing to that familiar red that smothered itself quickly over his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it, Sho, I promise! I don't- It's just I don't want this to keep feeling weird, you know? I mean, we make out in your room all the time, but it feels weird here!"

"So, you admit it feels weird then." He looked down briefly to cap the water bottle tightly before leaning forward to drop it to the floor with a sloshing thud. He turned back to the blonde only to find him flinching as he gave a tight nod that had him licking his lips before swallowing again. Was this tension of his making then? Hizashi's? Or was it the both of them feeding into it? "I know what I said at the school was harsh, but it wasn't exactly helpful was it? Like you said, we make out in my room all the time."

"Harsh but I know you didn't say it to be maliciously mean or anything! It wasn't helpful for now, but I just don't want to do something that'll put you off, you know? Spook you away." Green eyes then flicked away from him as he looked down instinctively at the soft sound of palms dragging over uniform pants. The fabric rolling then bunching from the action. He looked up in time for Hizashi's eyes to flick back to him. "You're really skittish, Sho, you know that? I don't want you to be uncomfortable here."

"I'm not." The blonde gave him that look. The one that silently but blatantly screamed 'bullshit'. He sighed out softly when he looked away. "I'm really not. It's more the idea they're going to know somehow, and it bothers me, Zashi. I don't- It shouldn't but I just can't shake it. It's like I'm taking advantage of your mothers' kindness after all this time and I don't want to do that. It's easier to just make out in my bedroom because it's more like a dig at my mother. It's easier but I'm not uncomfortable with you."

"Uh huh. So that's why you've been so tense since I shut the door, right?" He could hear that light tracing of a playful undertone to those words. It had his lips twitching as he brought his gaze back up to the blonde to find that emotion sparkling behind his glasses. "I promise, babe, they won't know! You'll be gone long before they come home and even if you are here, I can always open the door! I'll do it before they even reach the stairs! Because they don't need to know what I do with my boyfriend, okay?"

"Okay." He nodded when the blonde smiled only to watch that blush deepen as he then twisted towards the blonde. Reaching down to grab at his hand to interlock their fingers together. Using his left to slide along the blonde's thigh as he watched those eyes widen again. Flicking up to him with that surprised that awe that threatened to send him into a fit of laughter. Swallowing it down, he gave a half smile to the blonde. "If you can hide it then it's okay. Don't think I haven't seen all your little hints, Zashi."

"I-I have not a clue what you could be talking about!" That huffy tone the blonde aimed for was ruined by the crack in his voice as he looked away with his smiling lips pursing together. Trying for a pout as he let his own smile widen at the blonde who squirmed his hand against his own until his palm was resting snugly against his own. Fingers squeezing as they dug lightly into the back of his hand with their comfortable fit between his own. "You're just trying to get me in trouble again, Shouta!"

"In trouble with who?" Closer. He leaned in closer to the blonde who was twisting closer to him with that free hand coming up to brush along his cheek. Tucking his hair behind his ear gently with fingers lightly drifting over the shell of his ear sending his heart into a flurry of beats. It was awkward. Tense. He felt as if the blonde's sisters, brother and mothers would come busting down the door any second. "You said they don't need to know, right? You've been hinting at it for a while. You wanna kiss me, Yamada?"

Oh, it was adorable how red the blonde's face was. It blotted away those soft freckles along his cheeks as the tips of his ears burned that vivid, angry scarlet as lips trembled. His own cheeks were uncomfortably hot as his legs trembled lightly with that urge to jump up. To put the space between them fast as he could. He quickly swallowed that reaction down when the blonde cleared his throat. "You've been dropping hints yourself, Aizawa, I'll have you know! After all, you're coming on to me, aren't you?"

"Maybe I am. My boyfriend promised he wouldn't tell his family so I can make an exception. Just this once." He felt a squeeze of that hand in his own that he returned without thinking twice on as the blonde leaned in close, close, close. So unbearably close that he swore he could feel the heat of the blonde's blush. He certainly felt those quiet breaths mixing in with his own as they just barely brushed against his lips triggering that tingle. That twist of longing. "So why not? Why not kiss me, Zashi?"

"You're an evil contradiction to yourself, you know that? Not wanting to do anything close to making out because you're worried about my moms' reactions then the next you want me too. You're a dangerous person, Shouta Aizawa." He felt a hand brush up his thigh as he twisted closer towards the blonde. His lips twitching in a grin as he squirmed close, close, close. "You wanna lay down for this then? Get comfortable?"

Ah, he hadn't thought of that. He moved in a swiftly to throw himself over the blonde's legs. Sliding along the blanket until he was flopping onto his back with the pillow puffing around his ears from the impact of his head hitting it. Hizashi shifted next to him with legs curling up from their stretched position. Shuffling over, he flopped down next to him on his side. An arm braced itself over his head as the blonde took his glasses off. Hovering over him with a wide smile on his lips to which he hummed up at the blonde.

"Better."

"Much better." The blonde echoed before stretching forward to place his glasses on the bedside table before coming back to hover over him. His upper half twisted over him as his legs nudged at him. He all but felt his heart fly up to his throat at the sight of those green eyes so close. Lashes fluttering in a fast blink as he reached up to lock his hands behind Hizashi's neck. Tugging at him lightly earning him one of those butterfly inducing giggles. Low but not quite a chuckle. "Okay, okay! I hear you loud and clear, babe!"

He pulled at Hizashi again with that insistence that earned him a little laugh. However, the blonde moved down with his pulling hands. Down towards him as he dragged nails lightly against the nape of the blonde's neck. Coaxing him down faster. It was always a treat to watch those blonde lashes flutter down onto flushed cheeks. To feel the warmth of his breaths fanning over his lips making them tingle. That twist of longing hit him as he tugged again at the blonde. Getting that light press of his top lip to his own.

His heart jumped in his chest only to settle happily into a sprinting rhythm at that light touch. He tugged a third time bringing the blonde down to rid that light tease. A sigh left him instinctively at the soft touch of those lips against his own. He felt the blonde shift himself next to him before settling down. His chest pressing to his own as he felt the press of Hizashi's left arm against the curve of his waist. His hand causing the mattress to lightly dip from the weight he leaned onto it as those lips moved in a clumsy slide.

An endearingly sweet movement that he followed quickly. Dry. His lips held a dryness to them but his own were no better. The quiet whisper of those clumsy slides did little to help his racing heart. Especially when he felt a sigh fan across his warm cheek as he stretched his fingers up. Brushing them across his hair lightly. Stiff from the hair spray he strangled it into since it had begun growing out. Just past his ears it had grown out too much to his awe. He liked the sight of those golden blonde locks growing out.

Hizashi never said how long he wanted it to get but he was more than happy to watch it grow. He couldn't help a squirm of his own legs as he clung onto Hizashi with those warm breaths fanning over his cheek. The scent of that awful brand of cologne he had lingered faintly on him. His own was no better but that morning he had surprisingly gotten a stiff pointer from his stepfather about his scents. How they clashed. It was something he was dedicated to looking into. So he wouldn't stink as his mother's husband put it.

It would explain the way the blonde's nose wrinkled up when they met first thing in the morning when the scents were strongest on him. His feet slid along the blanket beneath him as his legs bent slightly with his knees hitting against Hizashi's. He got a yelp against his lips as he rest them against the blonde's boney ones. So lanky he was since his growth spurt. But he didn't mind it. In fact, despite that venomous jealousy that the blonde stood an inch taller than him? He had to admit it was nice. A tiny difference.

It truly wasn't much but the blonde had joyfully teased him despite them quite literally being eye to eye. Hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder with one little inch being the major difference. But he had allowed the blonde to gloat. To poke fun at him with Nemuri. So lanky he was but he was toning up from their training. Becoming stronger by the day and muscles were toning from what he caught from fast glances out of the corner of his eye. Always when they were in the locker rooms. He hardly dared to look at those around him.

Choosing instead to keep his eyes down. Glued to the floor until he was dressed and out of the room leaving behind the sight. He knew that while no one around him aside Nemuri, Tenya and Hizashi knew he was gay, it felt wrong to look. To even glance up by surprise to find someone changing. If anything, he'd be far more comfortable in the stalls if Hizashi wasn't there with him. And from what he had seen, those green eyes were always darting away from him when he looked over. Peeking glances he saw.

Caught onto before they flickered away with that familiar blush. Little sneak peaks he found himself taking more often lately during those moments. But where he felt himself bulking up just as much as the blonde, there was something mesmerizing in his lanky limbs. In his slender fingers that now stretched a bit over the tips of his own. He loved the subtle changes. Hizashi was Hizashi no matter what but there was something thrilling in seeing those changes. Even that light scratch of stubble the scratched at his face.

It was easy to ignore and easy to forget about until they were in a moment like this. He didn't mind it. His face was no different. And he'd be damned if he pulled away now to complain about a little hair. The blanket rustled as Hizashi's hand slid against it in a fidgeting motion. Knees nudging against his again as the blonde twisted closer to him. A familiar movement that created small spark of pleasure. Of satisfaction as he slid his hands from around the blonde's neck to curl his arms around his shoulders.

Tugging then holding him down tight against him. Lips melted and shaped to his own in that delightful manner as he listened to the quiet whispering of them moving together. Finding their rhythm as they abandoned that clumsiness. God, he could kiss Hizashi for hours. Spend the rest of his life laying on a bed with the blonde pressed tight against him as he inhaled the scent of him. Wonder for hours if it was in the room or radiating off of his skin, his hair, his clothes, that enhanced it all. The scent was intoxicating.

And he could live with it. If it meant he got to have those lips on his. His hair between his fingers when it was down. And the unbelievable warmth Hizashi had to him. Like holding a sunbeam in his arms as he felt a breath tremble against his cheek. Ruffling a stray lock of hair that tickled his cheek in time with the blonde's breaths. Moving his lips in time with the blonde's, he felt the hand next to his waist lift from the bed to come up along his side. Over his stomach making the muscles beneath the fabric quiver.

And then fingers moved blindly until they were plucking at the button of his uniform's blazer. He felt it give with the fabric falling open when a hum left the blonde as he felt the hand leave him. Reaching up blindly to brush along his shoulder to push at it again. Trying to take it off? Was it a comfort thing? He wouldn't be surprised if it was. They hardly kept that top blazer of their uniforms on when laying on his bed in the apartment. He wriggled his arm from around the blonde's shoulders to squirm and jerk his arm.

Doing so until the sleeve was coming off. The cool air attacked his forearm as he slid it back up to wrap around the blonde's shoulders to do the same with his other arm. Grunting lightly until it was free like the other. Then he raised it up to curl around his shoulders as well. Clinging onto him as that light smack of their moving lips rang out intermittently. Settling back into the familiarity and the warmth of the moment. The tingles it sent through him to have those lips on his own as breaths trembled out of him.

Fanned over his cheek from the blonde. The soft music playing from the dock next to them was a comforting one. He couldn't remember the name of it, but he knew it was from the soundtrack of one of Hizashi's favorite shows lately. He couldn't remember it, but it was calming. Sweet. It made the moment feel warmer than it was. Romantic even. It had his heart flying against his chest. Had his stomach dropping then fluttering sickeningly with those butterflies. Humming when those lips pressed down firmer than before.

No longer soft, hesitantly fluttering kisses being traded. They instead changed rather quickly into the slow, harder ones he loved. He could hear a buzz from his phone at the foot of the bed, but he happily ignored it. Suki hadn't answered in an hour in the time he'd been here. So that left Nemuri or Tenya as a possibility. Minutes ago, he would have snatched his phone up for any bit of advice he could. Any helpful advice from Nemuri but now? Now he didn't want it. Now he didn't care for hearing what he'd wanted.

He'd much rather deal with this solution to that quiet thrum of tension. Lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he moved his lips eagerly with the blonde's as he clung onto him. Squeezing his arms around his shoulders tightly earning him a hum. He plucked idly at the white button-down shirt as he happily kissed the blonde. Listening to the whispering with its intermittent smacking ringing out in the quiet room. It was as if every muscle in him could relax. As if he could breathe with each kiss traded.

There was such a stark contrast. Between the awkward, clumsy kiss he shared with Oboro in his bedroom after sneaking one of his parents blunts. But it was Hizashi's that really blasted him out of the water. Made him so eager for more of those kisses. More of those soft lips on his. Hizashi took a breath that then rushed over his cheek in a slow sigh. Content. It had him copying that sigh before he could think of stopping himself as he moved his lips with Hizashi's. Loving how they melted and shaped to his own.

So nice they felt against his own. It was addicting. He could happily forsake his homework. His quirk training. The little moments after assemblies where he had let the blonde coax him away from the others for a kiss. He could spend hours twisted together with the blonde whether it was talking or kissing. He'd absolutely happily live like that. And it had that familiar warmth rushing through his veins with each slide of those lips against his. The kisses that made his toes curl with the delight. Made his heart skip.

So, so cliché after all this time they had such a strong hold on him. That he still felt as giddy as the night they began exploring the world of make outs. When they decided to move past their awkward hand holds and the hours it took them to work up the nerve to wrap an arm around one another. It was silly how happy a few kisses made him. He let out a soft sound that was indistinguishable even to himself as he plucked at the blonde's shirt. Loving that firm press, that strength, in the kiss that he returned absentmindedly.

He then felt that hand that had lifted from the mattress press to his side. Sliding up and down slowly in a caress that had him melting into the bed. That was fine. He was more than happy with that. There was nothing he loved more than to have the blonde caressing his back or side in moments like these. It wasn't going too far nor crossing any boundaries. It had tingles happily racing underneath his skin from the slow slide of that hand. Bunching then smoothing the fabric as he fidgeted instinctively.

Following along, he abandoned the plucking of his fingers to return the favor. He moved his right arm from around the blonde's shoulder to curve it down along his side. Reaching around to his back much easier. Fanning his hand over the fabric, he slid his own hand along his back slowly. Up and down, up and down. Mimicking the speed of the hand on his side as he felt Hizashi shiver from the soft touch. An effect he loved even if it was just through clothing. The fact he could pull such little reactions out of the blonde.

And then the speed of those lips picked up. Inching their way away from that slow speed that he was all too happy to abandon. He could happily die now. He could be killed right where he laid but he'd do it a happy, blissful man. Hizashi shifted when his phone buzzed again yet it continued to go ignored. The soft song on the phone moving on to another equally sweet ballad that had the tracings of a pep to it. The type of song made to make the listener hum along happily with it. He felt a rush of a sigh tremble over his cheek.

Slow hands moving in caresses that had him melting and had the blonde twitching above him with sighs leaving him. It never failed to make the excitement twist in him with each sigh that left the blonde. Soft noises in the back of his throat often carried with it. Soothing. It was amazing how those lips fit to his own. Always a bit to the thinner side, the blonde had begun taking meticulous care of them. It had begun when those braces had been put on. The blonde was always hypervigilant about his mouth care.

However, this was a new level he was tapping into. The same with his hair. He was getting the good stuff they had both scoffed at. Always brushing it off despite it always being under ten bucks easily, the blonde was buying them now. Taking care of his hair with vigilance that surprised him. And while it was a difference scent from his usual soaps he knew he'd get over it. That while it was strange now it would become familiar down the road. He just needed time. And the new softness to the blonde's lips?

That was more than a welcome sensation. He loved when the blonde moisturized his lips. When he turned to him only to find waxy Chapstick covering them. Making them so, so soft. And despite that initial dryness they'd started with today he still loved it. Still found himself addicted to kissing the blonde with that trace of eagerness. Having those lips on his was a treat he needed, wanted, and loved to have. And he knew Hizashi was the same. He always felt those green eyes on him whenever he was looking away.

Always finding those eyes darting away when he looked to the blonde curiously. It wasn't hard to notice how they always dropped to his lips when he spoke. Hard to miss it even if he were clueless. How they stared so intently long after he was done talking that it inspired that desire. That tingle in them that had fed into the desire that he could see in Hizashi's eyes before turning away. He'd never see the appeal in his own but God if he would let Hizashi show him the appeal. He hummed curiously when the blonde pulled away.

When he broke the kiss then with a smack that sparked that weak confusion. A shadow underneath that curiosity as his lashes fluttered against his cheeks. Did he open them? Or did he keep them shut? What was Hizashi doing? Where was he going? What was he doing? It was answered rather quickly when he felt teeth nip at his lower lip lightly. It sent a shiver down his back when teeth then but softly at it. A blunt pressure that had his breath rushing out sharply. A surprised reaction to the sudden new move of the blonde.

Where had he learned that? When had he learned it? He wanted to ask but after a light pull at his lip with those teeth digging in it was lost. They released that soft bite on his lip only to come back up to cover his again. Moving quickly against his with that hard press had his heart sprinting wildly in his chest. Had his breaths shortening as they came faster with a hitch. Mirroring the increasing speed of Hizashi's breaths. And he giddily, delightedly returned that strength. Mirror that speed Hizashi was settling on.

What in the world was happening? When did Hizashi pick all this up? He felt the hand on his side moving down to the hem of his white button-down shirt. Twisting then tugging at the fabric as fingertips flicked it up out of the way making his heart skip frantically. There was a light brush of fingertips over his waist. Chilled compared to the warmth of his skin causing him to squirm. His breath hitching wildly down his throat at the twist of excitement. A soft sound choked itself out of the tightness of it as that hand began to-

The sharp ringing of the Hizashi's phone had him jumping as that hand jerked away. As if he had been burned. Hizashi broke the kiss again with a smack as he opened his eyes, looking instinctively to the door. Hizashi, however, looked to his phone. Quick, short breaths were loud as his face burned then at the guilty reaction when the blonde leaned forward pulling his phone out of the dock. He groaned then as he sat up, phone in hand, and he blinked at the thump of his back against the wall. "It's Nem."

"Oh." He shifted in his spot as he reached down to tug lightly at his shirt. Unsure of whether he should sit up or remain laying down. He then reached down to pluck at stiff material of his uniform pants as he looked away from Hizashi before looking back. "What do you think she wants? Is it-? I mean, I was texting her before, ah, this. That could've been why my phone was buzzing but you'd think she'd spam me more if she wanted to get ahold of me, right?"

"True, true." Eyes flicked over that phone screen when a look of realization washed over the blonde as he began sliding towards the edge of the bed. He blinked as he sat up watching the blonde weave on his feet before taking a step towards the door. "I'll be right back, okay? I gotta talk to her 'bout something! It's, ah, it's private for the moment but I just need to know how to say it to you but until I do I just-"

"Go talk to Nem, Zashi. I don't care if you have to talk to her alone first." He sighed when he then shuffled before rolling forward to lean on his hands to reach for his phone. After grabbing the device, he looked away from the blonde with a fidget as his feet shuffled in a squirm on the blanket. "Just hurry back, okay? I want- We don't have much time, you know? Before I have to start heading home and your family gets back, right? So, try to hurry."

"It won't take long, babe, I promise! I'll be right back!" With that blonde he watched the blonde twist on his feet before rushing towards the door, tugging it open only to shoo the whining dog on the other side out of the way with that wet nose trying to make its way around him. He couldn't help a smile as the door snapped shut behind Hizashi leaving him alone. Again.

His cheeks throbbed lightly from the force of the heat burning there. He reached up rubbing at his face with his heart flying against his chest. His traitorous stomach was absolutely doing flips to make him nauseous. His fingers instinctively navigated towards his buzzing lips. Pressing the pads of his fingers against his bottom lip he couldn't help the hitch in his breath. So. That was new. Hizashi had never gone for a lip bite before but he found he didn't hate it. He didn't hate it at all. In fact, he could say confidently he liked it.

Rubbing his fingers against his lips absentmindedly, he looked over. At his abandoned phone on the bed next to him to which he forced his fingers away to pick it up. Turning the screen on he found a text from Suki and one from Nemuri making him raise his brows. She certainly didn't try very hard to reach him, did she? Sighing out, he unlocked the screen to send a text to Suki. It was a simplistic message with those annoyingly perk emojis explaining she'd be coming home a bit earlier. Not by much.

But it was definitely not the usual time for her hangouts. In that same text she was begging to join him later tonight for dinner with Hizashi and himself. Could he ignore that request? Or did he humor the thirteen-year-old and bring her here? Or did they go to the apartment to order out together?

It always felt a touch awkward around Hizashi's family. He truly care for them in his offhand way but it was embarrassing how they all but choked with joy if Hizashi so much as leaned against him. Cuddled against his side. If he wrapped his arm around his slim waist. But his sister would also fawn all over them if they did the same things at the apartment. There was also the chance his mother and stepfather came home tonight. He couldn't risk another tense run in with his parents so what did that leave him with?

Did they go to a restaurant then? Or did he humor saying no to it all? He pursed his lips together as he forced his fingers to type out his answer with a pang of guilt. He knew his sister wanted to see Hizashi. Knew she loved him as much as the blonde loved her but he couldn't. Not when he was ready to fall apart with these new little things. Steps taken so quickly in the span of an hour. While Hizashi had always been touchy with him in the past it had always been over clothing. Back rubs and fingers in his belt loops.

Sliding then squeezing along his waist playfully. Always over clothing with that line being no skin to skin stuff. Not yet. But he'd just touched the line, hadn't he? Hizashi had toed that line with one touch of those fingertips against his waist. It was a silly line to make, a boundary that felt stupid, but he knew it was a needed one. He refused skin to skin for two years now as he knew he wouldn't be able to help himself. His mother, after all, had pounded it into his head that skin to skin went only one direction.

And despite that sharp look to her, she had warned him. A motherly warning for once not to take steps he wasn't ready for. That some teenagers simply couldn't stop themselves. That hands had the tendency to wander more and more until clothing was shed. Until they were taking steps they shouldn't. It was perhaps one of the more helpful tidbits she gave him. Of course, when his mother and stepfather gave him the sex talk it was meant for a girlfriend. Not one of them expected it to be in regard to boys.

A conversation identical to the one that he knew Suki was going to be in for when she was of age. He fidgeted in place as he put his phone next to the dock on the bedside table next to the blonde's glasses. Sex was a touchy subject. Literally. But from all he'd gathered that sex was a serious step. Something he did with a person he cared or loved. Something that could be done without a second thought. Could be done with anyone he damn well pleased. That he didn't need to have feelings to have sex with someone.

But he was very, very certain he had strong feelings for the blonde at this point. Loved him sickeningly. And he was very sure he didn't want to humor casual hookups. He was far from religious, but he never saw himself treating sex as a casual thing he'd throw around. Not unless he wanted to but at the end of the day, he knew he couldn't. Wouldn't. How could when the only person he wanted to have sex with was Hizashi? How could he imagine himself with anyone else? It was all a mess that made his head hurt.

A fussy debate that they had talked about as maturely as they could given their ages. Promising that after high school. Even a few years into college if they went that way. They'd revisit it when they were mature. Adults. But that didn't erase the fact he wanted to do it. Wanted too badly but he wouldn't give in. Not now. He had something to look forward to too and he'd keep it that way. He wasn't sure where to even begin with sex with another man anyhow! He needed time. And if Hizashi wanted him like that later on then-

"No, Moonie! In a minute you can come in, just give me a sec!" He looked up at the muffled voice of the blonde through the door as the handle rattled lightly before turning as the blonde squeezed in through the gap with whines leaving the dog on the other side. "I'm sorry! But I promise, as soon as I'm done you can come in! Just not now!"

"How did that call go?" He twisted his fingers into the yellow blanket beneath him as the blonde turned to him. The blush smothered over his cheeks seemed deeper than it had been when he left. Obliterating those soft freckles as he then shifted on the bed. The soft hump of feet on the carpeted floor rang out as perhaps the loudest thing in the room. And then the blonde was climbing up onto the bed again with a quiet grunt. "Oh, we owe Suki a dinner night. I told her not tonight for us but promised another time if that's fine?"

"More than fine! I don't mind going out to dinner with Suki as well!" Hizashi crawled over, settling himself close to him once again. His knee knocked against his with thighs pressing together as the blonde then pat his thighs. Drumming his fingers against the fabric when those blonde lashes fluttered as eyes flicked to him. He swore before his very eyes that blush deepened when lips trembled silently before the blonde cleared his throat. "So, I wanted to ask you something, Sho, if that's okay?"

"Well, technically that was a question in itself." He let his lips twitch when the blonde shot him a look and he squeezed his fingers to fight from reaching out. To squeeze the blonde's thigh with that comfort he wanted to give the poor guy. He looked ready to fall apart on him. "Jesus, Zashi, you look like you're going to freak out or something! Not at all what I'd expect of the upcoming Present Mic at all. What kind of question has you all twisted up like this, huh?"

"I- What would you think about, um, trying something new? Taking a step?" He raised his brows with a blink at the blonde as his stomach flipped with that stab of excitement. Eyes darted away from him as lips trembled once more before the blonde took a breath as they flicked back to him. "Shouta, have you ever heard of French Kissing? Do you know what that is?"

"French- Wait. No, no, are you talking about that gross one? Isn't that a kiss with tongue in it?" He couldn't keep that scandalous tone of disbelief out of his voice no matter how hard he tried. The blonde squirmed next to him with eyes darting away again briefly before seemingly forced back to him. "I- That doesn't exactly sound appealing, does it? I mean, the way movies portray it it's just-"

"Gross! I know, it looks gross in movies and stuff, but I promise it won't be for us! I just- I really wanted to try, you know? I've been wanting to bring it up to you, but I just didn't know, ah, how? Not without spooking you off or something because I know you, Shouta. But I just wanna take a new step, you feel me?" Hands then came up to press fingertips then palms to his cheeks. Holding his face as he tipped his face into the blonde's left palm. "If you don't want too, if it grosses you out too much, we don't have too."

"It's just not something that looks appealing, Zashi. It doesn't look like it feels good. I mean, it sounds gross just to have someone else's tongue in your mouth, right? I know Nem jokes about us playing tonsil hockey, but it doesn't sound like it'd be a thing you'd like first try." The smile on Hizashi's lips trembled before being forced back up into a tight smile. No good. It wasn't what he wanted to cause when he sighed softly reaching to touch Hizashi's hands. "It sounds gross as fuck, but we can try, Zashi."

"I don't want you to force yourself too! It's not the biggest step we've taken but if it really doesn't sound good to you then we don't have too!" Hands lightly squeezed his cheeks to which he shot a scowl at the blonde when thumbs stroked his cheeks lightly. "It's kind of like how I wanted to talk to you about skin-to-skin stuff. Nothing wild! Just- Maybe once in a while? Nothing sexual about it but I've just been wanting to bring it up! So, ah, if it's not too weird then maybe-?"

"Both? Yeah. Yeah, we can inch over it. Try touching skin to skin but you can't deny that one of the smartest things my mother has said is what skin to skin can lead too. But let's just try, yeah? Of course, we can ignore what the other wants and pretend you never said anything. But we're not going to. Your wants are important too, Zashi, and the worst thing I can do is not try. It sounds gross as shit but I'll never know if I don't like it if I never try, right?"

"So then-?"

"Now? Yeah, we can try now. Ease me into it, Zashi, okay? Time is ticking against us though and I think I'd kill you if someone found us with your tongue down my throat. Also, I'd rather not feel rushed to explore new things with my boyfriend. Doesn't exactly set the mood I want to have with him if you know what I mean."

Oh, he adored the simplistic reaction of calling Hizashi his boyfriend. It brought a bright, glowing sparkle to those green eyes. Had lips twitching up into that beaming smile that showed off his braces. Had the blush deepening on his cheeks as he squirmed in place before releasing his face. It had a smile twitching at his own lips as he leaned backwards to fall onto his back. The pillow puffed around his head as he shuffled then squirmed in place against his blazer. Then he raised his hands up towards the blonde.

Curling his fingers in a beckoning motion that had the blonde moving with that eager look to him. Hizashi shuffled then slid down onto his side in the same position he had bene in before with one hand on the bed and the other arm braced above him on the pillow. Taking time to make sure his hair wasn't pinned under his forearm before looking down at him with that smile. Knees hit together as they twisted closer together again. Hizashi's chest hovering above his own with a gap. A mere gap between them.

Something that would so easily be closed had his heart fluttering in his chest. His stomach knotting then fluttering with those butterflies as Hizashi's chest pressed down to his own. Curling his right arm along his side, he fanned his hand out on his back. Then he lifted to wrap his left arm around the blonde's shoulders once again with a hum. Dragged his nails against the nape of his neck as he tugged at him to which the blonde moved easily this time. Giving in to his silent demand. Moving in time with his pulling.

Leaning down until those warm breaths were fanning against his lips. Feeding into that tingle that had them parting with a quiet breath as he scratched lightly at the nape of his neck again. And this time, much to his joy, there was no light press of that top lip of his own. No tease. Those lips covered his own without a drop of hesitation to him this time as he sighed out softly. Melting under the touch of that warm softness to his own as he clung to the blonde with an instinctive wriggle. A movement to assure himself of his position.

The comfort of it. He couldn't help but wonder then if in that brief moment away Hizashi had put on Chapstick. Or something like that he had wiped away before coming back to the room. He had too of given how those lips melted and molded against his own with a softness that hadn't been there before. He loved that. It was adorably sweet of him to do it even if there was nothing wrong with it. And he happily fell right back into the routine of kissing the blonde. In the surprising softness as those smaller smacks rang out.

Loving the way those lips again molded and shaped themselves to his own. That whisper with each kiss ringing out in between those smaller, quiet smacks that were increasing with that speed used. The hard press of those lips against his own. It was as if they had never jumped apart. Never stopped. And he loved that Hizashi would happily provide that continuation whether he knew it or not. He liked that. Liked it very much that it felt they could stop one moment then pick up where they had left off. Continue on without hesitation.

He squirmed when that hand slid down his side slowly then back up. As if to coax him into the sensation again through his shirt. It was far too quiet without that music playing but he didn't mind it at that moment. Not one bit. He slid his own hand up and down the blonde's back as his lashes fluttered against his hot cheeks. Humming at the warmth generated from the blonde's breaths fanning against it. There was an unshakeable sensation that this was going to be weird. That he had seen French Kisses before.

And not once did they appeal to him but he couldn't deny it had him curious. Morbidly curious. There was something disgustingly fascinating about a kiss like that. He had suffered through joke after joke about him and Hizashi playing tonsil hockey. About shoving his tongue down his throat, and so many more from Nemuri with the help of a few of her friends. Embarrassing but good fun. Now here he was, about to do those very things possibly and it had him curiously excited about it. Ready to see what the fuss was about.

Then the hand on his side slid down once again. Moving over the fabric where fingertips once again pinched at the end of his shirt. Moving slowly, they flicked up at the hem with that familiar brush of fingertips against his waist. It sent a shiver up his back at the chill to them as he squirmed. Again, his mother's flat voice came to him. Telling him that it would lead to no good to let someone touch him like that. Of course, she changed it to make it sound as if he were a woman rather than boy. As if it were different.

Changed it after he came out which ended up with her telling him not to let anyone up his shirt. Down his pants. Always with his stepfather quietly encouraging him to meet with the daughter of his coworker. To "get this gay shit out of you" then telling him touches like that didn't matter. He got such conflicting advice from them, but he had to admit he agreed more with his mother. He hated it but he did. It was a dangerous game that had his stomach flipping. A gamble he had always been worried about taking.

it was such annoyingly conflicting advice from his mother and stepfather. Words that made no sense when paired together. And yet, despite that warning for his mother, he found himself ignoring them. How could Hizashi be a devious teen boy wanting to feel him up? When those fingers were trembling lightly against his skin as they slid under his shirt. And he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. Affection. Adoration perhaps? He didn't know it's origin but it made his heart hurt. Swell. He squeezed his arms around the blonde.

Tightly holding himself to the blonde as he hummed softly. Following along with the lips moving fervently against his own with that familiar trace of passion to it. It had his toes scrunching as they wriggled restlessly as Hizashi fidgeted against him with that nervous energy. It was heart achingly adorable. Unbearably so that for his appearance to those around them? The Present Mic persona he was building up? Full of his boldness and confidence? All of it meant nothing when the tremble to Hizashi's fingers spoke volumes.

Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was exciting. He didn't know but it was nice knowing he wasn't alone in it. That the nervousness that had his stomach flipping then knotting up on him was a shared experience. He tried to keep his next breath even and slow yet it trembled on it's way out. Shaking as that hand finally slid underneath his shirt. Fanning out against the curve of his waist with the chill of his palm a shock against the warmth that had gathered under clothing. Shaking against his waist where it stayed still.

Unmoving. Poor thing, wasn't he? He felt that hand twitch before squeezing at him when he scratched softly at the nape of his neck. Coaxing him to relax. He wished he could say skin to skin wasn't a big step for them. That even if he kept that boundary that it wasn't a big deal. But it was significant. A give he was finally allowing. It was a sign of trust he knew Hizashi understood it to be. And despite the warnings from his mother, he had to admit that hand felt nice on his waist. Still or moving it was a comfort.

Comforting because it was Hizashi touching him. And he hummed when those gently coaxing's had a deep breath being taken that shuddered on his cheek. Then that hand slid up his side slowly with its tremble that sent tingles racing under his skin. The soft whisper of that palm brushing over him mixed in with the quiet whispering of their lips moving together. It had his back arching off the bed a touch in response with a sharp breath leaving him at its effect. It was so insignificantly simple but he loved it.

Loved the way his hand was warming ever so slightly allowing him to marvel at its softness against his skin. He slid his own hand down over the fabric of Hizashi's shirt. Down, down, down until he was grabbing at the hem of his button-down shirt and lifting it up. Just high enough to reveal the skin. To brush his fingertips over it before sliding his hand down to fan his fingers out against the warmth of his skin. He got a shiver as he slid his hand up underneath his shirt earning him a sharp breath betraying that excitement.

Then a soft, encouraging noise left Hizashi as those lips moved faster. Pressing hard against his own had him releasing a quiet noise himself. A trapped whine in the back of his throat. So soft his skin was. How can it be? Did he have someone lotion his back? Or was it natural? His own was dry most of the time but Hizashi's felt nice. Warm. Soft. There was a squirm from the blonde as his back arched when he swept his hand up between his shoulder blades slowly. Then he slid it back down causing the blonde to squirm.

Another quiet noise left the blonde in response to his caress that had him squirming. Squeezing him closer, closer, closer. Impossibly tight against him until that chest was pressed against his own. A result of that arch. That hand slid up and down his side in that slow, easy manner. The whisper of palms sliding over skin was deafeningly loud. He loved it. While there had never been anything wrong with skin to skin, he couldn't help but feel prudish. As if the blonde touching his skin was as vulnerable as sex would be.

But he could feel that stab of vulnerability to the action in letting that hand sweep up and down his side slowly. The warmth of his hand. It was a reservation he'd held onto for the sake of keeping things even a bit modest. A hilarious notion now that he thought about. Hilarious when they had recently introduced making out seriously with one another. Something different than the awkward cheek kisses and pecking ones. The cheek strokes and hand holding with awkward arms wrapped around one another.

It had and was groundbreaking. It had been different when they'd given in to it. It had been amazingly pleasant when compared to those playful face grabs and impromptu kisses that had him snickering at the bus stop. Shoving at Hizashi as he waited for him to hop on to head to his home. It was fun but he liked this more. He liked laying down on the bed with the blonde twisted tightly against him. Liked the feeling of lips moving against his lips so delightfully. How they always gave way for more kisses.

Trading them until it left him feeling higher than anything when he finally couldn't take it. When he would have to break away to breathe properly. Just like now. The only difference was he wasn't in his bedroom where the hues were darker. The lights dimmer. A pocket of silence where he delighted in getting the blonde loud as he dared to annoy his mother with those strikes. This was the blonde's room. A bright, open area that smelled so heavily like his horrible cologne it made his head spin. And he loved it.

It wasn't something he had thought about doing in the blonde's room, but it was a rare moment. Something that he knew they wouldn't get away with twice. He threw himself into the kiss then when he got a squeeze at his waist in that silent question. He tightened his arms around the blonde again. Recommitting himself to the moment rather than focusing on the memories. There was a fidget then from the blonde with a tiny noise leaving him. Uncertain. He'd be an idiot not to know what the blonde wanted to do.

Had to be. For he knew what Hizashi wanted to do but he knew that he was unsure of how to do it. It was painfully obvious to him as he sighed out softly. How they started a kiss like this he had not a clue. But he had read enough books that always sprung a scene such as this on him out of nowhere. Had heard from Nemuri's gossip what he should do. While he never specifically asked her about French kissing, he knew he'd end up researching it on his laptop later tonight. Looking to see if he did it right when he was alone.

But for now, he could give the blonde a helping hand by using the little knowledge he had on it. Swallowing instinctively, he shoved that awkward embarrassment down the best he could. Now or never. He pulled back to break the kiss with a smack that had the blonde whining at him. He then delivered a nip to the blonde's lower lip in that same playful manner as had been done to him. A soft but firm bite after throwing in another playful nip. Copying the very thing Hizashi had done to him. It earned him a sharp exhale.

Shaky as if fanned over his tingling lips. He then brought the blonde back down as he parted his lips to give a clumsy, awkward little lick to his lower lip. His brows squeezed together with a twitch as he felt Hizashi's parting lips press against his own. His phone vibrated next to them on the mattress again but he couldn't think about it. It was insignificant. Not important. It didn't matter when he was flinching lightly as he opened his mouth to feel the light touch of a tongue to his own. Fighting the urge to close his mouth again.

Hizashi flinched as if he wanted to move back. To call it off but stopped himself by holding still as he tightened his arms. It was almost as if Hizashi wanted to give up first before they had even tried which wasn't like him. Dammit, he'd said he would try to do this, hadn't he? The best thing he could do now was fucking try. It was an odd, strange feeling as he kept himself still. Clinging onto the blonde as his lashes fluttered on his cheeks. Cheeks that felt as if they were burning uncomfortably hot as a breath rushed out of him.

It was- Oh, was there even a damn word for that? For that disgustingly strange sensation of something wet against his own? Something soft that didn't belong? No, no, he couldn't focus on that anymore! If he did he wouldn't be able to continue onwards like he wanted to try and do. He didn't- What did they do now? What hell did he do now? It was awkward. So awkward when the blonde's tongue touched his again with that hesitance. Then there was a nudged against his own with a quiet whine leaving the blonde.

Frustrated at their lack of knowledge before doing it when he hissed in a breath. Twitching as he struggled to keep from closing his mouth when the blonde's tongue slid against his own. Instinctively he tightened his grip on the back of his neck. His fingers closing into a fist against the blonde's back beneath his shirt. Oh, it was weird, weird, weird. So fucking weird. Not even the hand sliding along his waist could distract him from it. It was so disgustingly strange yet the blonde's hand was shaking.

He had a few guesses on what flew through the blonde's head as he remained stiff against him. A quiet noise leaving him as lips pressed tightly to his own. He wasn't trying, dammit! He just- God, what did he do? He wished he knew ahead of time what to do! He wasn't- Fuck, fuck, how did he do something like this? He took a breath through his nose as he then cautiously moved his tongue against the blonde's. Mimicking that similar sliding motion. It didn't abate that weirdness, yet it gave him something to focus on.

Even if it was sliding and clumsily twisting his tongue with the blonde's. It was so damn weird. So awkward as breaths trembled over hot cheeks that quickly began the loudest sound in the quiet room. The rustle when his legs squirmed mixed in with the muted thud when his knees hit Hizashi's in response. He got another squeeze of that trembling hand against his waist prompting him to uncurl his hand. To force his own twitching hand to move. Comfort. Assure him silently that it was okay is what he wanted.

He didn't want the blonde to be self conscious. Not when he was just as awful as Hizashi was at it so far. And so he began sliding his hand slowly up and down the blonde's back in an attempt to ease that nervousness. He tried to focus on the smaller things like the soft warmth of Hizashi's skin beneath his palm. The comforting press of his chest against his own. His hand, just as soft as his skin, sliding up and down his side once again. It was an awkward twisting, sliding motion the blonde was taking up with his tongue.

Something that he couldn't understand. Was this really as the movies made them to be? There were no sparks. No burst of heat under his skin. It was a damn lie what the media portrayed these types of kisses to be. It was weird, awkward and none of it explained that odd urge to shut his mouth. To stop that slick slide of that tongue against his own as his breath trembled out of him. It was fucking weird, but God knows he wasn't going to say it to the blonde. And so he recommitted himself to copying those movements.

Sliding his tongue against Hizashi's with clumsy half made twisting motions that failed. Became awkward in their motions as he then settled back into that nudging and flicks the blonde gave. All of it left him stumbling to continue copying as he stopped himself from jerking away. From pressing his head back to the pillow to break the awkward kiss. He didn't know if there was a true word that could decipher the odd sensation. It was a slick slide that did it. Or maybe it was the fact it was someone else's tongue?

Something that wasn't supposed to be there? It had him squirming as he slid his tongue against the blonde's again in what felt more akin to a lick than anything. And then, as if understanding he needed a break from it, the blonde's tongue slid away from his own. Lips lifting from his own only to press back down into that normal kiss. Familiar. This he could handle. He clung to the blonde as he moved his lips with that fervent, heart racing speed. It had him sighing out in relief as he felt muscles relaxing.

Muscles he hadn't even realized had been tense during that little moment. There was another buzz of a phone, his or Hizashi's, he had not a clue. He was focused on moving his lips with the blonde's that had become slick from his clumsy licks. But he had not a problem with it as he listened to the smacking of their lips moving together. The rustling as hands moved underneath shirts with an increasing boldness. Trembling breaths when the blonde's lips lifted from his own again. Opened his eyes quickly.

Looking up to find a worried look on the blonde's flushed face. As if he were scared to ask him the question that he knew Hizashi wanted to ask him. Please, if there was God or Satan or something then do not let this boy ask him what he had the horrible sinking feeling he would. He didn't know if he couldn't not be blunt. Honest about it had felt. Lips trembled silently before the blonde let out a breath as he spoke up. "I- Was that too weird for you?"

Fuck. Why, why, why? When he knew he couldn't lie about it? Even if he knew it was coming it still had his face burning with a fresh wave of heat. He felt his lips trembling when he tightened his arms around the blonde when he fidgeted. "It's super fucking weird but I don't- Maybe we should try again? It feels like we're missing something. Like we're not doing something right with it maybe? Should we- I mean, would it be too weird to look it up or something? Look for a Wiki on it?"

"I don't think so but should we just, like, dive back in? Try more, um, movement?"

"We, uh, can. Yeah, I think we should try more of that. Did Nem give you any advice about it?"

Green eyes flicked away with lips pressing together tightly before flicking back to him. "A-A bit? She kinda told me what to not do I think? She just told me, and I quote, "do not choke him with your tongue" and to be careful about my braces? I don't really know! But, um, are you sure about trying again?"

"Yes, Zashi! Just- Please, kiss me again before I think about it and get squeamish or something, okay? I want to try it again an-and see if it's just us being idiots about it. So come here?"

His face was uncomfortably hot as he squirmed in place when the blonde leaned back down with his lips parting slightly. He opened his mouth to take a breath in the attempt to steal himself. Brace himself for that strange sensation again. If all else failed he could just suggest they go back to normal kissing, couldn't he? He couldn't name the noise that slipped out of him when lips pressed firmly to his own. Paired an equally firm squeeze from his hand. Sliding down to his waist again with a tremble to it.

So, he took another breath through his nose. He tightened his arms around the blonde as he let that breath out before opening his mouth again. Moving his tongue to meet Hizashi's. His brows twitched together as he tried not to focus too much on it. On how odd it felt. It wasn't- Well, he couldn't say it was the worst thing on the planet. But it certainly wasn't his favorite thing. He listened to the rustle of the blanket beneath the blonde's shuffled movement. His hand giving another squeeze before rubbing circles with his thumb.

Comforting him. He could do it. He knew he could. It was a matter of not focusing on how unpleasant it was and merely trying to lose himself in it. Didn't he have the same thought when they first started making out? Didn't he think it strange? Yes. He absolutely did but he loved it now. But could he love this? The weirdness of it all? He wasn't sure. Not one bit was he sure. He swallowed a sound crawling up his throat in favor of letting out another breath. Focusing on moving his tongue with Hizashi's again.

A clumsy slide that was coped by the blonde as he clung onto him. With another twitch of his brows, he began sliding his own hand up and down the blonde's back again. A tremble to it similar to the one in Hizashi's. He tried to use that action to ignore the awkwardness clinging to him. The clumsy way their tongues were sliding and nudging that had him wanting to close his mouth again. To put a stop to the painfully awkward, uncertain movements, but he wanted to try. That's all that he wanted to do.

And he had to admit he was doing that, wasn't he? A quiet noise left him at the feeling of the blonde's tongue slide against his teeth. The hand on his waist squeezed before sliding up his side again. Everything about it had him wanting to crawl in a hole and hide. To die beneath a rock. Trembling breaths fanned against his hot cheek as he took a breath through his nose. Dragging that cheap cologne scent radiating off of Hizashi into his lungs. The soft warmth beneath his hand. The twisting press of Hizashi against him.

God it was so odd. It felt more like licking each time he slid his tongue against Hizashi's. He couldn't shake that feeling when he moved his tongue against Hizashi's again. That it was no different than licking something though there was a difference. For not only was he licking something that something was licking him back. It was so, so odd. He let out a warning noise when the blonde got over eager with a motion that pinned his tongue down. It had him squeezing the nape of his neck tightly with that warning.

There was a whine from the blonde as that pressure lifted with a clumsy rub of that tongue against his own. Massaging itself against his? Well, at least it wasn't pinning his down clumsily. It helped him relax from one worry. It was odd to feel teeth dragging against his tongue each time he moved it. The feel the metal over them when the tip of his tongue licked clumsily at them. The faint metal taste he got from the awkward movement. But it was far from distracting as it worked as more of an undertone.

Something he could find fascinating had this not felt so awkward. Was he an idiot? Who looked up Wiki's on how to French Kiss? It had his heartbeat throbbing in his ears lightly with that uncomfortable heat sizzling in his cheeks. He squirmed then with the blanket rustling as his feet slid against it. Trying to get far more comfortable than he was as he flinched at the failed attempt at what he could only guess was a twisting motion. It had him swallowing a noise down as he focused instead on his hands.

What could he do with them rather than let them lay limply against Hizashi? Releasing the tight grip on the blonde's neck he slid it up to the stiff locks to cup the back of his head. Slid his other hand along his back again with the hand on his waist. Following along the curve of his back down towards his waist as he then felt Hizashi's hand slid up his side slowly. Curving backwards ever so slightly as if to touch his back. It had a wave of tingles racing happily under his skin as he arched up instinctively.

A soft noise leaving him as that arch allowed the blonde's hand to slid underneath him. Fingertips slid down his back lightly sending that squirming, tingling sensation down it as his breath rushed out quickly. He hated the slick slide of that tongue against his own. Hated that embarrassed awkwardness grooving itself into his chest. But oddly enough it was becoming a bit easy to ignore. It was about finding a rhythm, wasn't it? He didn't know. It never elaborated in books how this went. Not in movies or shows either.

He was stumbling blind into something he was warned against ever doing by his mother. She never explained nor did classes on it go into detail about it. All he had ever heard was STDs and safe sex. No one had ever told him what this was supposed to be like. And, yes, his mother shouldn't be the one to tell him. He certainly wouldn't wish that upon himself. But he wished someone, anyone, could have warned him. Told him what to do without him feeling the need to look up answers online. It was mortifying.

Idiotic even offer that solution. Fingers slid along his back lightly before his hand fanned out. Moving back towards his side where he squirmed at the touch. A sharp breath leaving him carrying with it a quiet noise in the back of his throat. What noise was it? He had not a clue as he flinched at another clumsy attempt at a twisting his tongue. He gave up when it failed in favor of massaging his tongue to the blonde's. Then that hand was sliding down to his waist again only to come out. His brows twitched at the stab of confusion.

What was he doing? Where-?

Oh.

Oh!

His heart jumped against his chest when he felt fingers tugging at his tie. He'd forgotten all about the silly thing. Forgot all about it but as Hizashi began undoing the knot blindly, he felt his stomach flip. Squeeze in on itself when he made an overly eager movement of his tongue. Rubbing up against the edge of his teeth that ended in him licking at the roof of his mouth. God, he felt heat race up to his face again in what felt like a never-ending blush. Something that would never go away. Not anytime soon.

Trying to remedy that overly each action had his tongue moving down to massage it against Hizashi's. Too hard when he flinched at how he essentially pinned the blonde's tongue down from the clumsy actions. He couldn't help a whine of frustration that was then answered with a soft hum. The awkward movement of Hizashi trying to twist then massage his tongue against his own to remedy his embarrassment. His lips ached. His jaw felt strangely tired from the open position he had it in. His tongue felt tired.

But he had to admit it was doing something. He was clumsy, awkward but he was participating. While it wasn't pleasant per say it was slowly - very slowly- inching to a bearable sensation. It was still so unbelievably weird but there was a spark. A confidence that was growing. Even if he knew they had not a damn clue what they were truly doing. There was no thought behind it when he moved his own hand. When he slid it from Hizashi's hair down along his shoulder towards the top button of his shirt.

A response to the fingers unraveling his tie clumsily. Blindly. He tugged at that button pulling it apart as he moved down to the next one. He felt confident. Bolder in the way he nudged and rubbed his tongue against Hizashi's. Twisting it with the blonde's. Hell, it was becoming a bit easier. And then he froze when lips the kiss broke. He took a trembling breath that was echoed by the blonde. Too far, too far, too far. It was a shriek, a howl, in the back of his head as he opened his eyes to find the blonde's eyes locked on him.

"I didn't- I wasn't thinking! Is- Too far?" He could hear that breathless tremble to his voice as his fingers clutched at the fabric of Hizashi's shirt. The blonde's lips looked as if they were swelling. Were they? Was that possible? Or was it only in the shitty romance novels his mother kept laying around? In the books he'd seen Nemuri reading then offered to him? "Is it too far? I really wasn't thinking but if it makes you uncomfortable-!"

"N-No, it's- I think it's fine! It's fine with me if it is with you?" Oh, what was it about that confident voice trembling, stuttering above him that made his stomach twist like that? Made his heart jump right up to his throat? It made him want to stop. It made him want to keep going. There were too many steps being taken at once when those green eyes flicked away before coming back to him. "A-Are you okay with that, Sho? If you're not-"

"Yeah! Yeah, I just- Come here?" He tugged lightly at the blonde as he felt a button come apart on his own shirt followed by fingers moving down. It was sickening the way his heart felt ready to burst out of his chest as his stomach dropped. There was a car door slam that had him jumping before stiffening. Tense as Hizashi's lips came down on his hot cheeks. "Was that-?"

"There's plenty of cars on the road, babe! We're fine! We have a little more time!" A whine burst out of him before he could swallow it when lips pressed to the corner of his mouth lightly. Trembling breaths fanning over his tingling lips as the blonde then giggled. "It's not so bad, right? Is it getting easier for you? Or do we still need to go look up a Wiki about it?"

He tapped his fingers sharply against the blonde's head earning him another giggle. "Shut up! It was stupid to suggest it, you don't have to rub it in! Now, I don't care what kind but just kiss me again, Yamada, or I'm going home now. I'll leave before I convince myself someone is going to catch us!"

Once again, a giggle was his answer, but it was deeper. Much closer to a chuckle this time when those lips fluttered against his bottom lip. A light nip was then given before lips shifted to cover his own. The light flick of that tongue against his lip had him wanting to groan a protest. But he did just say he didn't care, didn't he? Taking a trembling breath through his nose, he opened his mouth greeting that awkward touch of Hizashi's tongue with his own. Fingers then began moving to pluck apart his second button.

Quickly moving down again to the third. So, were they really taking another step? Surely this didn't mean his mother had been right, did it? That touching would lead to clothes coming off? They'd stay on, wouldn't they? A noise dangerously close to a whimper nearly left him at the sudden sting of questions. As if to sooth them away, the hand on his chest then gave a soft rub. A soothing up and down that had his breath rushing out quickly. In response, he moved his own hand to pluck at that second button.

Doing so until it came apart earning him a soft noise from the blonde. Eager. It was betrayed in the clumsy, fast way that tongue twisted itself successfully against his own. And then it was pressing down much too hard again. Pinning his tongue down yet he tried his best to ignore it as he grunted. He then moved his tongue in that same massaging manner as Hizashi's before it was traded for a slide. Slick and so very odd against his own. And as much as he wished he could hate it, he could admit it was growing familiar.

Everything about it wasn't so fresh and startling as it became easier. Familiar in the awkwardness and the clumsy motions of both of them but he was happy with that. He heard the buzz of a phone, his or Hizashi's he couldn't possibly know. And even if he wanted too, he was happily wrapped up in the blonde. In the press of those lips on his. The warmth of the breaths trembling against his cheek. The softness of his skin. Even the quiet excitement cresting tighter in him with the third button of his undone.

His own fingers slid down to the blonde's third button as well to tug blindly. It was an amazing thrill that had his heart pounding. Sickening beats that made his stomach twist tighter. Then he fought that urge to shout victoriously when he got that button pulled apart. Then it melted away. Gone as he hovered his hand over the open fabric as that uncertainty washed through him. Left his hand trembling as it remained in place with his fingers lightly touching the fabric. He could feel the tremble to Hizashi's hand.

What did he do now? Did he just-? A noise, not quite a squeak, flew out of him when fingers snuck underneath his shirt through the opening made from those three buttons. He flinched at the touch when that tongue scraped across his teeth in an overeager motion. Squirming at the awkward flick of the tip against his own. God, what was he doing? Wasn't this the very thing he didn't want to do? He couldn't remember right. What he did know and remember in that moment this was definitely something he shouldn't be doing.

Not at all. It went against everything his mother told him. It was proving her right with every passing second he laid there beneath the blonde. That soft palm brushed up then down his chest lightly beneath the fabric before sliding down cautiously. Fingers to brush along his rips making him squirm. Breaths trembled against his cheek when he forced his trembling hand to move. To push aside the fabric where his fingertips touched the warmth of his chest. Then he realized the hand he had on Hizashi's back had stopped.

When had they stopped? He didn't remember. There was no active memory of him doing that but he would fix it. In a moment. For now he slid his left hand beneath the fabric to his chest. Warm. Soft like his back. With a sliding rub of that tongue against his own he couldn't stop himself from squirming. And he wished he could say he knew what he was doing before he did it. That he was aware of the movement long before it happened. But he wasn't. His body moved with the subconscious thought that formed.

A tiny whisper of an idea. It had his legs and hips moving with him to roll over on top of the blonde awkwardly. Lips parted as the kiss broke with gasps of air being taken as they rolled. Hizashi was forced onto his back with a grunt as his legs wriggled beneath him as he settled on top of him. Squirms of adjustment being give as the mattress bounced lightly beneath them when he dug his knees into it. The rustle of the blanket beneath them painfully as he wriggled the hand he had unintentionally pinned under Hizashi's back.

He pulled it free with a soft grunt as he adjusted his position slightly. It had him resting on the blonde's pelvis with legs squirming beneath him as the blonde stared up at him. And it clicked. It clicked what he had just done causing his face to fry with heat as the tips of his ears stung with the heat.

His hands shook as he rested them on Hizashi's chest. Stared down wide eyed himself at the equally wide eyed, awed blonde beneath him. There was no proper way to describe the awe. The shock he felt. In all the time they'd been alone he had never done a thing like it. Never sat on top of the blonde. Yet here he was straddling him like he knew what he was doing when in reality he didn't. He really, really didn't. It had his head spinning as he gasped in another breath. And then Hizashi's hand was reaching up.

Twisting into his hair gently, the blonde placed his right onto his chest again. With a light tug on his hair he was pulled back down with a quiet whimper leaving him to which the blonde hummed. A quiet, comforting noise that cracked briefly as nails scratched at him. The hand on his chest then lifted upwards to cup his cheek as he stared down at the blonde. Pausing halfway down, he took a deep breath before giving Hizashi a tight nod that earned him a smile. A brief sight as he leaned down quickly.

Lips met again in a seamless restart. They moved together, melting and shaping to his own with that familiarity. No tongue. No open mouths. He wished he could relax yet his muscles remained tense. A damned residual reaction to the embarrassment that was grooving it's place in his chest. It had him trembling with tight muscles, yet hands stroked and scratched at him lightly. Tiny reassurances despite his stiffness against the blonde. The hand on his cheek then gave a soft caress along his cheek bone.

Then it moved down. Slipping underneath his shirt again slowly as if he had to be kept from any sudden movements. Anything to keep him from being scared away or spooked. It made him want to laugh at the blonde as nails dragged over his scalp sending a shiver down his back when it was followed by a tug. Happily he threw himself into kissing the blonde. Trying to forget the embarrassment. The boldness to his action that led them to this. Him straddling Hizashi while the blonde seemed all too happy with it.

Taking a breath, he moved his shaking left hand to touch the warmth of his skin. There was a quiet, sharp breath that melted into an encouraging little noise aimed at him. A subtle arch of his back as his fingers trembled with that hesitation. He didn't- What was he doing losing himself like that? Slipping in his control? He didn't have those answers. Not now. And it irked him as his breath came a touch too fast as he squirmed instinctively causing his knees to dig into the mattress. Making it bounce lightly with the motion.

However, Hizashi squirmed beneath him with a whine aimed up at him. Surprising how that noise made his stomach flip as his throat tightened. It was followed by a familiar lick at his lips then that he took a second to respond too. A moment of hesitance before opening his mouth against the blonde's. His breath rushed out of him with an identical breath fanning against his cheek. It was almost too much. Sitting on top of him. A hand in his shirt. This. All of it was making his poor head spin with those sickening beats of his heart.

The strange knots forming in his stomach created a pressure that twisted into him. Something that had him wanting to put a stop to all of it right that second. Yet as he moved his tongue with the blonde's in a rather decent slide. Oh, how he wished he had been more aware of the situation. That he had insisted more on the car door slamming outside. But it was hard. Hard when the hand in his hair was sliding out of it. Moving down as Hizashi pulled his hand from his chest. Both moving down slowly to the hem of his shirt.

And then they began to push it up. Moving it up slowly away from his waist slowly had a shiver running over him at the chill of the air. How it eagerly attacked his skin before hands were fanning out against his lower back with that all too familiar whispering of palms moving over his skin. He couldn't help arching up as they slid up his sides slowly. There was a flicker of warmth under his skin as his breath shuddered out of him when the blonde's legs squirmed under him. Fuck, he wished he was better at this kiss.

Disgustingly clumsy is what it was as he tried to twist and undulate his tongue the blonde's only for that shared thought to be performed by the blonde. A motion that had him grunting as he tried to remedy it with a massaging motion. It was a bit overeager on his part once again that caused his tongue to scrap against the edge of his teeth. Was he getting the hang of this? Yes. Slowly but he was doing it. Was it showing how painfully inexperienced they both were with it? Absolutely. But there was a rush of joy at that.

A quiet satisfaction of learning together. Of taking tiny steps with Hizashi. Doing this with his boyfriend. His significant other. It had him squirming as hands slid up and down slowly along his sides making him squirm. He then slid his hand into that gap the three buttons provided to the warm skin. A breath shuddered over his hot cheeks as he then dragged his nails lightly over the skin. Instinctive. A soft, strangled noise left the blonde as he squirmed beneath him. Something that he couldn't stop himself from copying.

Another instinctive action when nails dragged lightly down his back after hands curved towards it. There was so much warmth and he just wanted more, more, more, more of it. More of Hizashi. And as he inhaled that familiar scent as he twisted his tongue clumsily with the blonde's. Responding to that sliding, massaging pressure in kind. His lips ached. His jaw and his tongue were tired. So tired already yet he didn't want to stop. Surprising as it gripped him when the blonde's nails grazed over his skin.

There was an eager movement of Hizashi's tongue against his own that had him hissing in a breath. Had him swallowing for fear drooling somehow. And he knew he had slipped up. He forgot. Forgot exactly where he was. He squirmed as his breath shortened identically to the blonde's as hands swept up his back. Pushing his shirt up again as he moved his tongue eagerly with the blonde's. Fast, clumsy twists as he let that confidence twist into him. The blonde responded in kind as hands caressed his back.

His tongue moving as eagerly as his own as short, shallow breaths fanned against his cheek with a squirm of the blonde. And his stomach was twisting into an ache he knew was all too familiar. An ache that if he didn't stop this now? Oh, he knew it would take him down dangerous alleys of possibilities. Dangerous options. Options that happily formed weakly when he felt hips squirming beneath him. But God if his brain wasn't telling him to take more. More of those hands sliding over his skin like this.

More of that cheap cologne filling his lungs until he felt dizzy. Lightheaded. The softness of the blonde's lips on his own. He wasn't quite sure about the awkward, eager movements of that tongue but fuck he wanted it. Wanted more of Hizashi. His breaths were fast. Too fast as he felt the blonde's hips squirm beneath him again with nails dragging over his shoulder blades. That tongue rubbing against him in a way he could think truthfully as pleasant now. Weird but pleasant. It created that quiet chant for more, more, more-

The rattle of the doorhandle followed by the hinges was sudden. It had him cold. A splash that washed away the warmth under his skin as he jerked away from the blonde. Stiffening rather than throwing himself off like he wanted as he hissed in a breath. The blonde looked up in confusion when his eyes then widened with hands freezing on his back. Stilling as they began shaking with little squirming twists that stopped. Unsure of himself as a look of absolutely mortified horror washed over the blonde as the door flew open.

"Hizashi, are you in here? Did you know that Moonie is practically begging to be let out? And you left your shoes all over the place in the entry way! I nearly broke my damn neck tripping on them! You're lucky your sister was there to help with the groceries! Don't you know better than to- Oh! Hizashi Yamada, what in the world do you think you're doing?"

"Ma! What the hell! Close the door!" Kill him. He wanted someone to come and kill him. Anything to spare him the sight of Hizashi's mother, Yuki, standing in the doorway with her hand on the doorknob. Anything to spare him the sight of those brown eyes flicking from his shirt hanging open awkwardly. To the sight of the back of it awkwardly bunched around Hizashi's wrists. Hizashi gasped in a breath before twisting to push him onto the bed before shrieking. "Don't you know how to freaking knock anymore?"

"And you know the rules! You said you were studying! This isn't studying! Far from it! Th-This is the complete damn opposite of studying! Hizashi, we trust you to be smart! Is this being smart?" His hands slapped up against his hot face at the woman's voice coming out as shrill as Hizashi's. High with embarrassment as her face flushed from what he saw before she spun around. "The door is supposed to be open anyhow! Home or alone, you know that! You told us he was coming over to study! Not this!"

"We were studying! I brought him over to study this just-! It's not why he came over! I promise, Ma! I swear we were studying! We finished an hour ago! Please, Ma, please, just go away!" Hizashi's voice was a shriek as his quirk activated at intervals causing it to bounce. Creating a crack that reminded of him of that period before Hizashi's voice broke. It didn't help. Nothing helped. He strangled a keening noise down his throat. "Just get out! I'm sorry, okay? Just go away! For the love of freaking God just go away!"

"Oh, I'm going, alright! I'm going to call your mother and you are going to waltz your ass downstairs, Hizashi Yamada! And that goes for you too, Shouta Aizawa! You'll be down there with him! You both have five minutes to get there, you hear me? If you're not I will happily drag your asses down there! And I-I'll take away your phone! And your door! And you're damn bed and dog walking if it teaches you a lesson!" Empty threats. He could pin them for what they were, but he couldn't acknowledge them.

"Fine, fine, just go away! Get out! Get out of my room, Ma, please!" Flinching into the mattress as he let out a keening, strangled noise under his breath as he curled up. Knees drawing themselves towards his chest as Yuki left the room with a huff as the door slammed open with feet stomping down the hallway. And then, much to his mortification, there was laughter. Down the hall perhaps? Or across it? "Shouta, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!"

"Stop talking! Just stop fucking talking to me!" He wished he could shriek the words like he wanted. Shout them to make everything stop. But he couldn't. Couldn't when they came out on a whimper as he kept his face hidden. Kept his hands tight over his face with the blonde rubbing his upper arm to no doubt comfort. To relax him. Though it shook and slid far too fast for him to find it comforting. "I want to fucking die, you know that? I want to die and jump out your fucking window and kill myself!"

"It's my fault! All mine! I told you not to worry about th-the car! The car door! I'm so sorry, I didn't think she'd come home faster than Mom! I'm sorry, babe, I'm so, so sorry!" The blonde's voice was an urgent whisper that bordered on a whimper as that hand rubbing his arm squeezed. He couldn't do this. He couldn't go downstairs and face her. Yuki wasn't even his mother but God he couldn't think he can do this. "Shouta, I'm an idiot and I don't blame you if you hate me! I'm so, so sorry!"

"If you apologize one more time, I'm going to rip your fucking throat out with my goddamn teeth! Just shut up!" He rubbed his hands into his hot face as his legs trembled from their tight curl with that hand rubbing his upper arm. This is awful. This is the worst situation he had ever been in in recent times. It was worse than the magazine debacle two years ago. God, he wanted to curl up and die before facing Yuki and Kimiko. He can't live through his image being stained like that. Both of their images.

"I-I'm still sorry! Shouta, I didn't think about it because I thought we had another hour at most! I can't explain how sorry I am!" If one more apology was spit his way he was going to absolutely scream. If he had to hear one more jingle of the dog's collar in the hall or giggles, he was sure he would die. His breaths rasped down his throat far too fast as his hands shook against his hot face. How could he be so stupid? How did he let himself get so caught up? Put himself in that position? "Shouta? Are you okay?"

"I am not okay, Zashi! How can I possibly be fucking okay?" Digging his fingers into his eyes, he tried his best to choke down the panic. The embarrassment that twisted into him viciously as he gasped in a breath. "I should never have done this! I shouldn't- We should've just gone to my mother's apartment! That way this wouldn't have happened! God, your mothers are going to hate me and we're never going to be alone! They won't even let you come to my place because they'll know! Hizashi, what the fuck are we going to do?"

"They aren't going to hate you! Shouta, they've known you for, like, two years! They're not going to hate you now! This is our first offense here! It'll- Fuck me, we're idiots! And they can't stop me from going to your place! They can't! Even if they do we're still getting our own place! But I can't even lie to myself that we fucked up bad! But Shouta I promise it'll be oka-!"

"Hizashi Yamada! Get your ass down here! Now!"

"How did she get here so fast?" The panic in the blonde's voice had him peeking through his fingers at him. God, could this get any worse? "Fuck, fuck, okay! Okay, I'll take the blame, okay? I'll take it since it's technically and morally my fault! I should've said no but I didn't! Just-"

"Hizashi! Don't make me come up there!"

"Let's just go! I'm going home after this! I can't stay here after this, I can't. Fuck, it's the fucking Costco parking lot all over again!" He forced his trembling hands from his hot face to button up his shirt quickly. jerking his undone tie from around his throat he shuffled to the edge of the bed as he stood on shaking legs. The blonde sat up allowing him to grab his blazer that he threw on quickly. He crammed his tie in with his books and capture weapon with a shaking breath. "Fucking hell!"

"Don't forget your phone, babe!" He looked over to find the device held out to him when Hizashi spoke in that trembling tone. He took it from the blonde when he forced himself to take a deep breath as he then grabbed at Hizashi's trembling hand. Fingers weaved briefly with to give a squeeze as the blonde fumbled to get his glasses on. "I really am sorry, Sho! I didn't- I really didn't think this would happen! I'm so, so, so sorry I put you in this situation, but I promise I'll make it right, okay? I promise!"

"We're never doing anything like this here again, you hear me? Never. Again. And you can forget about this happening again regardless! Any "steps" you want to take are at my place if we can be alone. Fuck, Kimiko is going to hate me for this! She called me a smart boy, remember? Is this something a smart boy does? A fucking idiot, maybe!" He got a squeeze from the blonde as he shuffled off the bed before that hand slipped from his. Fumbling fingers buttoning up his shirt as he tried to straighten his. "We're fucking idiots, Hizashi!"

"We are but we'll be fine! Fine, okay? I promise, I won't let this happen again! Next big steps we take we'll double check no one will be around, okay? And soon enough we'll have our own apartment where we-"

"Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada! You have five seconds to get down here! I know he didn't crawl out that damn window! His shoes are still here! Even if he did I'd still call his mother!"

He flinched with Hizashi at the booming voice of Hizashi's other mother, Kimiko, ringing out again. Flinched when hands cupped his face prompting him to look at the blonde. Lip then came down in a fast, sweet kiss when feet rushed down the hall to which he jerked back rom the blonde. One of Hizashi's younger sisters, Aimi, poking her head in the doorway. Freshly dyed blue hair swung over her shoulder as her gaze locked on them. "Zash, you gotta get down there before they pop a blood vessel! Ma and Mom are not happy with you guys!"

"We're coming!" Hands hovered between them as the blonde hissed at the fifteen-year-old to which she pursed her lips before rushing away. Hizashi took a breath before turning his attention back to him with a hand reaching out to touch his lightly as he gripped the straps of his bag tightly. His phone's case digging into his palm and fingers as he forced himself to take a breath as well. "Okay. Ready to go face the music, then?"

"Yeah. Let's just get this over with. There's no way we can ever redeem ourselves with them and have them trust us to be alone. Not while we're here that is. Fuck me, Zashi, why did we get so carried away? We never get carried away like that! The one time we do your mothers are going to rip us a new asshole! Fuck, they're never going to trust us, Zashi. Never." He squeezed his bag straps when Hizashi sighed with that frown pinching at his lips. A guilty look flickering in those green eyes. It was unspoken but he knew he agreed.

Goddammit. Never again. This will never, ever happen again.