Brainwashers have always been described as being of power and control. Hitoshi has been fighting with this stereotype for years, fighting his instinct to lead the way, never using his quirk in public, rarely speaking, being meek to most— But there were moments like this when he found the description accurate and so easy to succumb to.
He traced the groups of a freckle on his lover's face with the tips of his fingers and the man below him sighed contently, his eyelashes fluttering a little as he closed his eyes, small smile setting on his face.
Hitoshi followed the invisible line from a freckle to a freckle; cheekbones, collar, shoulders, chest… All those little dots created a map of the only stars Hitoshi ever wanted to reach, a group of perfect constellations he wanted to map with his fingers, mouth until he knew every single one by heart.
And while straddling Izuku's lap— he could. The man bellows him always said yes to his antics, no matter how big or small, no matter if others shook their head or muttered that it wasn't in his free will.
"What are you doing?" Izuku asked, barely over a whisper. So beautiful, so relaxed, so trusting.
"Lookin at my entire universe," he replied, bending down to taste Izuku's lips.
And it was true.