"'Nori, can I get you anything else? Would you like some scotch? Or some wine? Or would you rather have more of the sparkling juice?"
Toshinori tugged his gaze from the coffee table to look up at Hizashi fluttering beside him with an uneasy sway to his feet. Looking half ready to go running off before he could breathe a word as Shouta settled in the loveseat with a glass of wine in hand. Sipping idly at it as those mismatched eyes stared at him; a rich, black and a cloudy gray. He licked his lips before smiling at the nervous blonde. "No, I think I'm quite alright, Hizashi. If anything, I think I'd like to have this talk you've both been hinting at."
"Come sit, love." He blinked when Hizashi weaved on his feet, glancing at his husband whose voice carried effortlessly. He'd caught the black-haired man calling Hizashi "love" once or twice tonight, but it still sounded foreign. Strange to hear this intimidating man call his husband such a loving word. And he could hear that love, that adoration, behind the word. The other blonde hesitated before walking over to take a seat next to the black-haired man on the loveseat.
There was a nervousness to Hizashi that was infecting him. It had him buzzing as he fought the urge to squirm in his place on the couch. To keep from gawking at the handsome couple before him squishing up together on the loveseat as his fingers plucked at his pants. He'd tried not to overdress nor underdress when the couple had invited him over for dinner. "I-I hope I'm not forcing the conversation, Aizawa, Yamada, but I just- I prefer if we get to the bulk of tonight, you know?"
Hizashi's arm was curled around Shouta's waist; his hand resting on it with his thumb moving idly when Shouta took a gulp at his wine. Draining the glass significantly before he lowered it down to place it on the coffee table before them. Stray droplets of red wine clinging to full lips had his fingers twisting into his pants. Itching. Longing. Wanting nothing more than to reach out to touch the black-haired man's lip when said man turned to Hizashi. "Would you want to start? Or should I?"
"You're too blunt for poor Toshinori!" There was a nervous yet playful edge to the other blonde's words when he found himself fighting the urge to fidget. His fingers plucking nervously at his pants again when vibrant green eyes were lifting up to him making his heart jump. Skipping. It had him breathless staring at that rich, clear color. It was beautiful. It always had been. Always will be. "Toshinori, we wanted to have a sit-down conversation. Because we know how you feel."
What? He blinked as he let his gaze flick from the other blonde to the black-haired man at his side. Both cuddled up together in the image of any pair of husbands. Comfortable. Content. It had his heart sprinting quickly against his chest when his ruined stomach fluttered. He struggled to keep his breath even when he cleared his throat. Coughing lightly before he smiled at the couple before him. "I- What? What do you mean you know how I feel? What does that mean?"
"Don't play stupid." Three words spoken in a rather assertive tone. Determined. He looked to the black-haired man again who sat forward slightly when he noted the way Hizashi's hand tightened on his waist. Those mismatched eyes locked onto his with that blinded right eye staring at him. As if he could see him through it. It had him squirming slightly. "Toshinori Yagi, the symbol of peace. All Might. You may be good at putting up a front to others and to the public for years but-"
"You don't gotta hide it with us! You don't gotta put of a front!" Hizashi spoke over his husband who shot him a glance, but he found himself clinging to his pants. His heart thudding against his chest when he swallowed with his hands fisting at the fabric when Hizashi leaned forward slightly with those green eyes shimmering at him. "'Nori, you don't gotta hide anything from us! Because we already know how you might feel! We just- We need you to confirm it."
"Confirm what?" He wished he could say his voice was strong. That it was casual. But instead, it was a mere wisp leaving him; a wheezing breath that carried the words faintly as he stared at the couple before him when he squeezed the fistful of his pants tightly. Holding onto it like an anchor when Shouta was touching Hizashi's thigh. Squeezing? It was hard to tell when he felt heat gathering in the back of his neck. Burning there. Stinging in the tips of his ears when their eyes turned back to him.
"Do you have romantic feelings for either of us, Toshinori?" That's all it took. A simple question. It had heat flooding his face in a rush when he tensed slightly at the deep voice of Shouta's questioning him when tore his gaze away from the couple before him. Lips parting slightly but his words were clogging in his throat as his hands gripped at his fistfuls. His lips moved silently as his heart thudded hard against his chest; a hard one two that knocked his air out of him. "Take your time. It's okay."
"It is! Please, I'm sorry if it feels like we're ambushing you! It's not the intent at all, Toshinori! Please, take as long as it takes to think about what you want to say! I apologize for my husband, he never knows when to treat something delicately or with decorum!" The impact of a hand slapping at a thigh had him jumping slightly as he peeked up before letting his gaze drop at the scowl on Shouta's face when Hizashi frowned. "What? It's true! Look at the poor man! He's about to have a heart attack!"
Was he? Did he look bad to the two of them? He had not a clue. His heart was thudding in solid hits against his chest; nothing fast but hard. Thud, thud, thud. It throbbed in his chest with his breaths coming quickly but quietly with his hands clutching at the fistfuls of his pants as he let his gaze drop to the floor. Was this truly why they called him over? He wished he had foresight. The feeling that they knew something. He had been noting that the black-haired man hadn't been treating him as harshly as he had been in the beginning.
In fact, Shouta had seemed to be growing more comfortable around him. It was something that left him in absolute shock. In surprise. The black-haired man was always right there; appearing like a cat waiting for the attention of his owner. He was surprised by how often he saw Shouta around their workplace. He'd been honored that the black-haired man was willing to spend so much time around him.
That he was willing to see him after work hours when their coworkers had left for the day. Together they'd work on their individual tasks when he'd begun to take notice of Shouta. He always had, hadn't he? He'd been aware since the first year he met the black-haired man that he was intense. That he was the no-nonsense type of man who kept a tight reign on his class. Someone who kept the tight reigns the best he could with any situation. It was one of the first things he noticed about Shouta.
That he had an apathetic personality but an intensity to him that had him awed. Riveted. Shouta had always caught his eye whether that was intentionally or unintentionally. With black curls that spilled down to his shoulders, those dark eyes of his, and full lips that often pursed into pouts had always gotten his attention. That first year of work he'd tried to ignore it. The fluttering. The way he hung onto Shouta's words when they would speak no matter how curt it had been in the past.
He'd tried his best to remain in the background. To not give Shouta more attention that he needed during their first year. After all, back then they both had mentees that needed their attentions and there was more pushing matters at hand. But it didn't stop him from taking notice of Shouta. It didn't stop his heart from jumping in his chest each time their hands managed to brush together. Or how his ruined stomach fluttered when he met those serious dark eyes of his.
If he was honest with himself, he'd admit that he'd always been awed by the black-haired man's beauty. It was something he had first noticed upon meeting Shouta. How could he not? How could he not see this man before him who was conventionally handsome? He may be apathetic, may nap and seem antisocial but he was beautiful. He'd have to be blind not to see it. He'd been riveted by that beauty whether that was fascination or a mere observation.
He had no clue which it could have been but once he noticed that beauty it was over for him. Once he'd begun staring, he couldn't stop. He couldn't fight it. He found himself spending hours of the day each time he ran into Shouta admiring. In watching how the shadows fell across that lovely face. How the light played on dark curls. How sharp and cutting that deep voice could become. The glinting light of his quirk when it threatened to flare to life in those dark eyes. Like lightening.
A warning that would get anyone back into line as fast as they possibly could when that gaze was aimed on them. When the light flickered in response to Shouta's irritation. Shouta was a man he couldn't get his head around. He seemed so stoic when he was at work that the man before him seemed foreign. He'd had not a clue how to react around Shouta that first year but when the second year had begun it seemed they were finding their footing. Becoming friends with one another.
He liked to believe, anyhow, that they had become friends. There was a familiarity with how they worked and how they bounced off of one another that he had become used to it. He had become used to the cutting tone of Shouta's and the way his jokes often fell flat with the black-haired man. Or when he landed one just right which had those dark eyes sparkling at him with that bemused smirk that would curl over full lips.
When the black-haired man would scoff at him before returning to his work with that bemused smirk on his lips while he did so. He didn't realize how these moments had become so precious to him. He didn't understand when his curiosity had led the way to admiration. To gawking. He liked to watch the shadows of the days lighting play on the black-haired man's features. How it highlighted those black curls and how they sat messily around his shoulders.
Shouta had become a dear friend to him. Someone that he felt that he could talk too without the man balking at him. Or at least, without balking too hard at him but the black-haired man was a blunt one. He didn't mince his words. He didn't cut corners. He told him how it was whether he wanted to hear it or not. There was something so exciting about being treated like he was any other person. Like he wasn't the famous All Might now retired.
Shouta had never hesitated to treat him the way he would any other coworker and he found that refreshing. Something that their other coworkers had yet to do. Shouta had treated him bluntly since the beginning and there was nothing, he loved more than that. He'd been riveted since the beginning, hadn't he? He'd been riveted by this black-haired man with his messy curls and cutting dark eyes.
With full lips that never hesitated to turn up into a sneer or to pinch together in that neutral look of displeasure. An expression that he'd come to recognize after working together over the years. However, he couldn't tell when it changed. When it went from admiring to actively crushing. He had liked to believe that he had become friends with Shouta despite his blunt nature. That somehow along the way they had grown closer despite it.
When he had referred to the man as his friend, he'd faced no rejections. No refusals. It had filled him with an unbridled joy that he couldn't describe properly. A joy that he could call this stoic, snappy man his friend? It was something he'd wanted since the beginning when they met during that first year. Before the war. He'd been in awe of this man for years as they aged and with their fourth year wrapping up in teaching? Time had flowed in the blink of an eye it seemed
But how could he describe the joy he felt knowing that Shouta regarded him as a friend finally? It had him over the moon. Knowing that this man who was so no nonsense was willing to regard him as a friend, no matter how close, had satisfied him over the past year. It had left him feeling fulfilled. Left him feeling happy to be called Shouta's friend. For a time. But how did he express the emotions mounting in his chest? When was the last time he'd felt like this?
Had it been during his time in America with Dave? Ah, it had been so long since he felt like this for another person. With his work keeping him constantly busy, he'd never had time for a whirlwind romance. Or any romance. He had been blind to the confessions given to him. Blind to Night Eye's blatant feelings due to his crushing pressure to be the Symbol of Peace that Japan needed. He'd been blind to the idea of romance when he'd been in the public eye.
When his job as a hero came before his own personal life. Something that he found himself often regretting but he knew there was no changing it now. He'd been so caught up in throwing himself into his hero career that he hadn't had time to even think of having a possible romance. Not when it was important to keep up in supporting the nation the best that he could. Somedays it was so hard to open his eyes to the possibilities around him.
Hardly had time to process that there were indeed many possibilities for him to act upon the desires of his body. That there were people around him that were willing to be his partner if he just looked their way. He'd heard the whispers that anyone would be lucky to be All Might's lover. And to be quite fair, he'd spent so much time of his life being the Symbol of Peace that the thought of love or a companion had been forgotten. Neglected.
And then before he knew it, he was being placed in U.A where he met one of the most fascinating men he'd ever met in his life after Dave. Shouta Aizawa. He'd been absolutely stunned by the callous, almost uncaring way in which Shouta had regarded him, but he'd taken it with a grain of salt. After all, there had been plenty of people in the past who had overlooked him. That had seen him with disdain. And yet no one had him hooked the way that he had been hooked on Shouta.
The man had a new reaction, a new look, every damn day and it had him fascinated. Riveted to see what would come next. How he would react next. There was something so damn interesting when it came to Shouta that he found himself so wrapped up in the man. So wrapped up that the idea that he had a crush hadn't come to him until he felt his heart leaping in his chest. How jittery he'd felt after casually touching the black-haired man's hand.
How those dark, mismatched eyes often looked up at him curiously with lips pursed into a slight pout. There was a beauty to Shouta Aizawa that he couldn't get enough of. He hadn't had a crush in years. He hadn't found anyone worthy of having a crush on since he left America and mourned the loss of Dave. They'd tried the long-distance relationship, but it proved too hard when both had their busy schedules, and both had their work to focus on.
Their love fizzled out, much to his dismay, but they had ended things amicably together. However, since that fizzled relationship, he hadn't found anyone he was into. The faces, the times, all blurred together. Even now, hindsight what it was, he had felt guilty about his previous sidekick's blatant crush on him. And now here he was pining after Shouta like a damn fool. It was a simple crush but one that he'd been choking on for what felt like an eternity when in reality it had simply been a year.
And then, of course, with Shouta came Hizashi. Oh, he still remembered the first time he met the boisterous blonde. He had thought him far too loud but he couldn't deny that he'd been interested in the loud man from the beginning. What made a man like Hizashi Yamada tick? What made him so loud? So out there? So bold that it left him feeling like a truly introverted mess when he'd sworn, he'd been bold his entire career.
Hizashi was a different man from Shouta; they were like two opposites of a spectrum. Like they were polar opposites. He'd been fascinated by the few conversations he'd had with Hizashi. There had always been a playful, taunting air to the blonde but when it came down to it? Well, he'd had quite a few talks with the blonde that left him in awe. The fact that this loud, bouncing man could be serious? That he could tone himself down like that? It was absolutely aweing.
He had found himself growing close effortlessly to Hizashi who hadn't hesitated to refer to him as a friend by the second year of his time at U.A. Meeting and befriending Hizashi was like meeting the sun. He was bright, open, and willing to help him with anything he needed. Hizashi had been an amazing support from the beginning when he first began teaching. When he didn't know what he was doing and the other blonde helped him through it. Cheering him on.
There was no one he appreciated more than Hizashi during that time. And come his second year at U.A, he could happily say that he looked forward to talking to Hizashi. He looked forward to the approaching blonde who always had an air of confidence to him that was infections. He liked watching how, sometimes, when he was truly animated his hands would begin flapping through the air. How those green eyes would sparkle at him when he caught on to whatever it was that Hizashi was harping on about.
There was a delight to both of them when he understood perfectly what it was that Hizashi was telling him. There was something delightful about watching the blonde bouncing gently in his seat with cheerful humming that filled the staff room effortlessly as he went about his work. There was an infectious joy he felt when he was talking with the other blonde. When he was humoring whatever joke, it was that the blonde had up his sleeve.
There was no other way than to say that Hizashi made him feel younger. Made him feel like he could get away with pulling small pranks or jokes on those around him. Being around Hizashi was like being around the sun; it was warm. It was pleasant. And he found himself soon craving those instances where he got to meet and talk with Hizashi. Moments where he found himself walking faster to the staff room with the hope that he would get to talk to the blonde again.
That he would have those green eyes on his while Hizashi bounced in his seat and flapped his hands through the air as he spoke. There was something so refreshing, so sweet about spending time with Hizashi. There were two sides to the other blonde that he found himself riveted too in the best of times. He adored spending time with this new friend of his even if Shouta had been giving him a bit of the cold shoulder while offering advice.
Spending time with Shouta then with Hizashi was like spending time on the moon then being faced with the sun coming forward. Hizashi, he found, was absolutely electrifying. The other blonde hardly seemed to doubt himself; he had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, it got away from him but there was never any trouble with getting that head back on his shoulders. It was amazing being around the blonde who always seemed open and ready for a conversation.
In fact, he'd dare say that Hizashi had weaseled his way into his heart bringing with it an affection he couldn't deny. Hizashi, on top of it all, was easily a handsome man. Much like Shouta, he found himself in awe of the other blonde man. He'd seen him quite a few times with his hair down and it left him in awe. How beautiful those long blonde locks looked in the afternoon lighting as he lounged in the teachers' dorms after work.
How it glowed like spun gold when the light hit it just right. He swore he could recall with accuracy the cut of his jaw. His nose. The arch of his cheekbones and the shape of his lips. The way his brows arched and the blonde lashes that fluttered at him when he blinked. How the light played on those green eyes making them appear so much richer. Clear. Like emeralds with the soft highlights of blue that he'd noticed once when the sun had hit Hizashi's face. The blonde was beautiful.
Easily the most beautiful man he'd ever met in his life next to Shouta. They were easily the most beautiful men he'd seen in his life. They appeared like polar opposites physically; like Shouta was the moon with his pale skin and dark eyes and hair. Hizashi the sun with his golden blonde hair and rich emerald eyes. Where Shouta always scowled there always seemed to be a smile on Hizashi's lips. A friendly greeting ready to fly out of said blonde who bounced in his chair.
There was an electric, fascinating obsession he'd had with Hizashi for some time now. Hell, he couldn't deny that one afternoon he'd lost hours talking with the blonde. It was like peeks into how his mind worked; a fascinating thing that left him on the edge of his seat. Left him eager to see what more the blonde was going to say to him and what he would learn about him next. It was hard to predict what Hizashi would say or do, and it kept him on his toes.
It kept him ready to adjust himself however was needed for the blonde if it meant going along with whatever plans he had. While Shouta was just as unpredictable, he'd been happy to lose himself in Hizashi. There was a joy, a happiness, in talking with the other blonde who seemed so perky. And yet in his off hours he could see how down the other blonde could be. How calm he could be when he was focusing on his work. Hizashi was a beautiful man with an open heart.
An open mind and an open-door policy. How many nights had he found himself restless only to run into Hizashi on late nights when he was still in the staff room working with Shouta? How many times had he let himself be lured out with the promise of tea to help him sleep? Something that would "help with his lung" when it was flaring up? It allowed him to see just how caring Hizashi was. The blonde always seemed to fuss over him with a growing intensity that had his stomach fluttering.
At first, he'd merely chalked it up to nerves. Chalked it up to the embarrassment he felt when Hizashi would fuss over him worriedly. How he would touch his hand or his forearm to get his attention. Small touches that he found himself looking forward to too. Touches that left him with a fluttering stomach and skipping heart. He hadn't realized how far he'd fallen into Hizashi until it hit him that he did, indeed, harbor something.
How it was possible, he had not a clue but there was something about Hizashi that lured him in. Something that had him coming back for more of those gentle, sweet touches when Hizashi fussed over him. He found that, with time, he adored how Hizashi would fuss. How he would try to make him the most comfortable he could. How he tried to accommodate him when his lung issues flared up. When he was picking and skipping his lunch only to have Hizashi bring him a soup he'd made.
Something that he swore would be easy on his ruined stomach. Something he could digest without worrying about bringing it up later if he ended up heaving into the toilet. There was a concern he saw in the blonde that had brows knitting together. He'd seen it countless times and it had his ruined stomach fluttering with butterflies. Hizashi was a worrier where Shouta was the type to let him suffer his mistakes if it meant learning.
He adored the gentle treatment that Hizashi gave him, but it felt good having someone baby him just a bit. Having someone fuss over him. Bring him teas and soups, heating pads and water, and pain medication if he needs it. He liked how Hizashi seemed to take up the task of caring for him even if he never asked him for it. If anything, he found himself to be quite the fool when it came to Hizashi's touches. When it came to the way their hugs lingered longer.
How Hizashi gently pushed those soups and teas onto him. When those green eyes stared at him worriedly with hands caressing his forearms. Fingers curling to interlock gently with his own as Hizashi questioned him on how he was feeling. They were touches he was sure Hizashi gave without thinking twice about it. He didn't understand it. Didn't know how he could but his heart seemed more than capable for falling into the blonde. Crushing. Longing.
He didn't understand how his heart was big enough to accommodate two crushes like this; he didn't understand how his heart could be big enough to love them both. How did he deal with this? A human heart can love many people, that much he knew, and with that love came different varieties. Sibling. Fatherly. Mentor. Platonic. Romantic. There were so many different types of love; so many ways to love someone else. The human heart was capable of loving others in a variety of ways.
Capable of devoting itself to another person when the time came to it. Hell, he'd sworn for years that no one could hold his heart the way that Dave had. That there was no one he could love the way he'd fallen so hard for Dave. He'd sworn he wasn't capable of it. Not when he had so much at stake early on in his career here in Japan. When he was the Symbol of Peace there was hardly any time for romance. He'd shut the book on that chapter, on the possibilities, the day that he left America.
Left his heart with Dave. He'd been too busy to notice those around him so how in the world could he have been prepared? How could he have known that the moment he became a teacher at U.A that he'd find two men he wanted? Two very different men who had him fascinated? Riveted? Two men that kept him on his toes and seemed to care for him in their own ways? When he had found out that Hizashi and Shouta were married, he'd been stunned silent. After all, how else could he react?
Hizashi and Shouta seemed like polar opposites; the type of people he'd never expect to end up together. And yet, somehow, that didn't stop him from loving them both. It was exhausting. Having a crush on two people, to go so long without admitting it to himself let alone out loud, has been exhausting. His heart was so full it ached. So full of love for these two men who seemed to be in a happy, committed relationship. A closed door to something he'd never have in a million years.
And yet it didn't stop it. It didn't stop his heart from leaping in his chest when he met that dark eye of Shouta's. When he spoke to him in that blunt manner. It didn't stop his heart from racing in his chest at each gentle touch of Hizashi's. It didn't stop him from laying up at night trying his best to sleep when his mind wouldn't stop. When it wouldn't stop replaying the words said to him by Shouta or the touches from Hizashi. Casual touches that had him absolutely electrified.
That zapped his heart and left him breathless. For one year, he'd been debating his feelings for the other blonde and for the black-haired man.
He didn't understand why now these emotions were coming for him, but he knew crushes hardly made sense. They hardly had a rhyme or reason for it. It was an exhausting thing holding a flame for two different people but he couldn't help it. How could he? There were two very different men before him that he found himself riveted by. Two men who he found himself absolutely entranced by. Men that he wanted to get to know better without being nosey. Without his crushes made obvious.
He liked Shouta. He liked Hizashi. And yet he feared saying it out loud; after all, how could he? How could he come out and say something when he could see how happy Shouta made Hizashi? When he saw how Shouta would grin tightly with pink spots popping on his cheeks when Hizashi dared to fuss over him. How they were always together, side by side, with Hizashi toying with the golden band on his finger. Something that Shouta lacked.
But he had no doubt that somewhere, somehow, the black-haired man had his wedding band on him. Just seeing how happy the couple was in their quiet moments kept him from speaking out loud. It kept him from admitting it, but it didn't stop him from feeling it. It didn't stop him from crushing on both men so damn hard it felt like his lungs were failing him. It didn't stop his heart from skipping when he met those crystal, emerald eyes.
When he was talking with Shouta and that dark eye was on him. A deep, rich dark hue that he found himself drowning within. Just like he always had. He didn't want to be the catalyst that ruined Shouta and Hizashi's marriage. He wasn't going to be the one to admit his feelings out loud and ruin whatever friendship it was that he had with them. He was content to let his feelings wither away. To let them simmer away until they were manageable. He was happy to do so.
And yet despite his best efforts, these crushes refused to abate. Instead, they seemed to swell in his chest. Causing absolute havoc in his poor heart. It had him damn near wheezing in his room when he was along from the weight on his chest. And in recent times, he swore there was something in their interactions that had him on the edge. The way Shouta seemed to linger by his side when he was in a coughing fit with a hand on his back.
The way the black-haired man pushed water onto him whether it was to drink or wash his mouth out. How he questioned him extensively while he wheezed back his questions. Or how Hizashi's hands grabbed his with enthusiasm with the soup of the day in a thermos on the table. Tea being made in a kettle off to the side. How those green eyes locked onto his with such intensity it had his ruined stomach fluttering. How the blonde seemed to linger longer with his touches.
How good those slender, soft hands felt in his. How the other blonde seemed to sit closer to him when they were sat together. How he seemed to gravitate closer to Hizashi. There was one time there was a stray lash on his cheek that Hizashi had brushed away gently and he swore the moment turned electric. Those green eyes widened at him as fingers drifted over his sharp cheekbone with lips parting ever so slightly.
How those wide eyes flickered over his face with fingers drifting down the side of it to touch his jaw gently. A hand touching his lightly. And then the moment had popped like a bubble leaving him damn near doubling over from the pressure. The press of the moment left him frantic to drink his soup and say goodbye to Hizashi. And then, God, there had been a moment in the hallway with Shouta. He knew from the electric memory that it had been something.
The black-haired man had been talking when he noticed a lock of hair falling against his cheek. And without thinking, he'd reached out to tuck it behind his ear. His fingers skimming the shell of his ear where he admired the glittering studs in his earlobe. How that dark eye locked onto him with black lashes fluttering at him. His fingers had trailed along Shouta's jaw boldly when the black-haired man let out a shaking exhale before turning away. Spots of pink on his cheeks.
Oh, he'd never cursed himself more when he was alone in his room. He'd been pacing and trying to make sense of these moments the best that he could. Trying to find reason. Trying to find some reason for these little moments that lit a fire in his soul. To try and figure out why they lit such a fire in him. He felt like a damn fool for believing that there was something there when it could easily be shocked. He could be reading a situation that was merely shock on Shouta and Hizashi's part.
How could he imagine something being there when he was crushing on these men and would take anything he could get? When any moment between them was something that he'd adored more than anything? Treasured more than anything? It had only been a year sitting on these crushes of his, but it was taxing. It was exhausting. And going into the second year of it? He didn't know how much longer a man like him was expected to go on like this.
He was too old for this, wasn't he? He was better than a teenager running on hormones, wasn't he? Wasn't he too old to have crushes of this magnitude? A light cough tore him out of his thoughts when he lifted his gaze, he hadn't realized he'd dropped. Hizashi was leaning forward slightly in his chair with a worried knit to his brow as a frown pinched at his lips. Shouta had drained his glass of wine with those mismatched eyes locked onto him with an odd intensity.
Something that had been aimed his way more and more often over the past couple of weeks. He watched as those full lips pressed together slightly. Did he admit it now then? Did he bear his soul and hope they didn't hate him? He found his breath trembling slightly with his fingers twisting into the hem of his shirt nervously. Licking his lips, he took a slow breath that trembled on its way down. Raking out of him on a sharp exhale. If they supposedly knew then-
"Toshinori?" He blinked when Hizashi stood up with Shouta's hand drifting by his thigh when the other blonde walked past the coffee table. His heart jumped wildly in his chest when the other blonde sat down next to him on the couch when hands grabbed one of his. Holding it gently between soft hands that had him exhaling in a wheezing rush when a thumb rubbed over his knuckles. "Toshinori, you can tell us, you know that? We won't be angry. Would you like it if we explained something to you?"
"It will possibly help with your thought process." He tore his gaze from the blonde before him to Shouta who was sitting on the edge of the loveseat with his hands interlocked and hanging between his knees. Forearms braced on his thighs when a weak smile played on those full lips as mismatched eyes flickered over his face. "Hizashi and I have had conversations about possibly opening up our marriage to a third. We've talked about it long before you came into the picture."
"And we've been talking about it more often lately with the suspicions both of us have had about you." Turning his gaze back to Hizashi with wide eyes, the hands holding his squeezed gently when the other blonde smiled softly at him. Those green eyes were so warm in the soft lighting of the living room. His lips looked pinker than normal; spots of color popped on freckled cheeks when Hizashi squeezed again. "Nori, we've been really speculating here about you. And I'd love to hear what you have to say."
He was breathless. Speechless. They'd been talking about opening their marriage up? Wouldn't that have been dropped in conversation before? No, probably not. It was a personal choice between partners. But did that mean he fit in with them? Did that mean that he belonged with them? Was he really right to be made their third when he had so many health problems? When he was a mess? "I-I think I need a moment. I mean, I just- If I say I do then-then what does that mean for us? What will happen?"
"Well, Nori, I think that's something for the three of us to talk about, isn't it?" The hand on the back of his hand moved with his thumb stroking his wrist gently when that hand then lifted up. Fingertips brushing over his sunken cheek gently before a thumb ran over his cheekbone. A soft smile on those pink lips when green eyes locked onto his. So beautiful they were. "Because I've come to adore you. I've come to feel something for you, and I want you to know that. I want you to know that I like you that way."
There was a shift when he glanced over to find Shouta standing up from the loveseat and making his way over to them. Sitting beside Hizashi, crowding him closer to the other blonde, a rather broad hand stretched out then. Fingertips flinching before touching the back of his hand gently. Sliding down to cover it with a roughness to his palms and fingers that had him glancing down when Shouta spoke. "I feel something for you as well, Toshinori. I like you that way as well. So please, be honest with us? If this is too far-"
"If this pushes your boundaries then please, please, tell us." He lifted his gaze from the hand in his, the hand on the back of his, to find that dark eye staring at him with an intensity to match that of Hizashi's gaze. Hands squeezed his gently as he found his lips parting, moving silently yet the words clogged his throat. He felt heat bursting over his cheeks in a blush he knew was unflattering. Blotchy. "We've talked together about you. And if you think you're too old for us you're not!"
"It may seem wrong to you, to have two "young" men confessing to you but it's not. We're both well old enough to know what we want. We're thirty-three going on thirty-four and not getting any younger, Toshinori." And then, in unison, hands squeezed his when he felt Hizashi's hand fidget beneath his with fingers sliding between his comfortably. Knitting together like they were meant to be. Like he imagined them doing. "Yes, you may be twenty years our senior give or take."
"And yes, you may think yourself too old for us, but we've had extensive talks about you and what this type of thing would look like! About how we feel when it comes to you, and I'd dare say we're on the same page!" A thumb moved along the side of his hand and another against the back of his wrist gently. This felt like a dream. An impossibility. His fantasies breathed into life. "Nori, we like you. We like you very, very much. And we'd love nothing more if you told us what you think. So be honest, yeah?"
His words were clogging his throat. Like his throat had been filled with marbles of words that were having a hard time making their way out of him. Hizashi and Shouta liked him? Why? Shouldn't they be opposed? Shouldn't they find something wrong with a man older than them finding them attractive? Shouldn't they find it disgusting? He was a shell of his former self. He wasn't who he was when he was with Dave. And he can't change that. "Why? Why do the both of you like me that way? Look at me!"
"We are looking at you, Nori! And I want you all the same! Shouta wants you all the same!" Fingers skimmed over his cheekbone again before that hand cupped his sallow cheek gently with green eyes shimmering gently at him. The honesty of those words was undeniable, yet it had him looking down when Hizashi stroked his cheek. "You may not be buff. You may not be like your former self, but I like you regardless. You're who I want, and I'll be damned if you talk down about yourself."
"He's telling the truth. I want you just as much as Hizashi does and I mean it." The hand on top of his squeezed when he let out a trembling breath when that hand rubbed against his cheek gently. "I can't deny that these feelings are new, they're nothing compared to how I feel for Hizashi, but that's because this is new. You're new. And there's no denying that I do like you in the same way Hizashi does. I like you, Toshinori Yagi, and if you'll have me, I'm yours. I'm yours and I'd love nothing more than for you to be mine."
"To be ours. Nori, there's nothing more we want to hear than the truth about how you feel." That thumb moved over his cheekbone when his hand moved down to cup his chin gently. Tilting his head up, he lifted his gaze up slightly to glance at the sincerity in Hizashi's face when he leaned forward, glasses slipping down his nose. A lock of hair brushing his cheek had his fingers itching to touch it. To see if it was truly as soft as it looked. If it would be silky between his fingers.
"How does-does my appearance not turn you away? There's no way that the two of you can possibly look at me and-and want me like that! And not to mention that I am older than the both of you combined! So please, tell me how this isn't weird for you? How is this not putting you off? How can you want me when I'm nowhere near who I used to be? I'm a shell. A shadow of who I was. How in the world can you look at me and-and feel the way you do? How do you know it's not just pity?"
"Pity?" The word was spit out by Shouta with such incredulousness that it had him flinching back instinctively as he looked down again. There was movement and he watched Shouta's hand lifting from the back of his hand to grab his chin gently. Lifting it upwards while he kept his gaze down. He didn't need to see the look on his face. On Hizashi's. He didn't want to. "Who the fuck says we pity you? Who says we can't want you? Who you were is in the past, Toshinori. The past can't be changed."
"And there's no changing the present! You are who you are, and we feel the way that we feel! Toshinori Yagi, you are by far a handsome man! You can stand to put on weight but given your health issues it's understandable why you can't! But don't you dare go shaming yourself that way! Don't you dare talk down about yourself! Neither me nor Shouta have a single drop of pity for you! How can you even think that? How could you begin to think we'd want you out of pity? Because we sympathize!"
"We're empathetic. But that does not mean that we pity you." Fingers pinched his chin tightly when he lifted his gaze feeling for all the world like a shamed child. Like he was being scolded by the two men before him when he pinched his lips together as Shouta squeezed his chin gently. "But Hizashi is right. We're not going to sit here and let you shame yourself and talk about yourself like that. You deserve love, don't you? You deserve to be happy, don't you?"
"But it's not right." He couldn't help but whisper when his free hand twisted into the fabric of his pant leg. Tightening on the hand in his when he felt that familiar prick to his eyes as he looked from Shouta to Hizashi as he watched the blonde's face fall. Green eyes flicking over his face when he licking his lips. "I'm so much older than you both and I-I don't want you feeling embarrassed of me. I-I can't stop feeling this way even if I wanted to. Because I do like the both of you very, very much. So much it's killing me."
"Then why don't you take this chance and be happy? Don't you want to be with us? Don't you want to do what makes you happiest after everything you've been through?" Hizashi whispered back with that thumb sliding over his cheekbone gently with the hand in his tightening gently as Shouta released his chin. Dropping back down to his hand, there was a squeeze given as his thumb moved against his wrist gently. "Toshinori, don't you see how pointless this is? I like you. And you like us back? Why not be happy with us?"
"Look at me." He couldn't stop his gaze from flicking to Shouta at the sound of his low voice. Not a question. Not a request. Not even a demand. Three simple words had him looking over at the black-haired man instinctively when that thumb moved against his wrist again. "You have to understand that the view you hold of yourself? It's not what we see. It's not what we feel. Yeah, maybe it's wrong. Maybe you're too old for us. But why not let us make that decision? Why not let us make the call on that?"
"Because I'm older than you both and I should be the mature one! I should be the one not to have this-this school yard crush on you both!" Hands tightened on his then when he looked down with a swallow when Hizashi's thumb moved over his cheekbone gently. He let his eyes shut with a shuddering exhale leaving him. "But I want to be happy. I want to be loved. And yet I can't let you, either of you, take me on when I-I have so many problems. I mean, what if I can't have sex? What about my health condition?"
There was a shift when he felt Hizashi's knee pressing into his own. Hands squeezing his gently with that palm pressing against his cheek firmly. It felt nice. Unbelievably nice when he opened his eyes then lifted his gaze up to find those brilliant, beautiful eyes on him as Hizashi leaned forward. "So, we don't have sex. It doesn't make or break anything, Nori. We'll find our way, and if you can't join us in the bedroom as an active participant then who cares? We'll find our footing. We'll figure something out."
"Sex or no sex, we still want you. We want you very, very much and we'd love nothing more than to have the chance to love you. To know you even better than we already do." Shouta's voice had a husky note to it that had his heart jumping against his chest wildly when the hands in his gave yet another squeeze that had him exhaling on a trembling breath. "Please, Nori? Won't you let us love you? Don't you want to be happy with us? If it makes you uncomfortable then please say no."
"You're consent, your comfort, are what matters right now. Toshinori, there is no one we could even begin to think to add into our lives than you. I want to go to sleep and wake up to you in the morning! I want to dance with you in the kitchen the same way I do with Shouta! I want to cuddle and read a book together! I want to make meals with you! I want nothing more in the world than to be able to kiss your cheek and have it returned! But you need to tell us now that you don't want us. That you don't want this."
"Hizashi-"
"Please, Nori. We can't- I can't take much more of the suspense." The other blonde leaned forward then with those beautiful green eyes on him with a slight purse to those pink lips when blonde lashes fluttered at him. Beautiful. Utterly, heartbreakingly beautiful Hizashi was. "I like you. I like you so much that I don't know what to do with myself. These feelings- I haven't felt this way since I first fell for Shouta! I want to love you. And I want nothing more than to spend our days together."
"Toshinori, I would love to have the privilege to love you. Like I said, this might just be a schoolyard crush, or it can be something more. I would love nothing more than to have you join us. I would love to have you here." Shouta smiled then; it wasn't that disturbing, wide Totoro-esque smirk. No, it was something soft. Warm. Sweet. "I would love nothing more than to get to know you better. I would love nothing more than to also be able to experience all those firsts with you."
His lips trembled then when he squeezed at the soft hand in his. His other hand was moving upwards then to touch that blonde lock of hair to tuck behind Hizashi's ear. Caressing the shell of his ear before his hand reached backwards with hesitant fingers that flinched before he touched Shouta's jaw. That stubble rough under his fingers when Hizashi smiled at him softly. "My age truly doesn't bother you? My body doesn't disgust you then? You truly want to be with me even if I can't fathom why?"
Hizashi's other hand reached up to caress his forearm gently with Shouta's hand covering the back of his hand to press his boney hand to his cheek. It was warm. A soft pink as he rubbed his palm instinctively against it with the stubble scratching his palm. There was a sparkle to Hizashi's gaze that was identical to the one in Shouta's. "Your age doesn't bother us at all. Your body is hardly disgusting, and God knows we've talked about this more than enough times to know we want you!"
"You don't need to understand why we do just know that we do." Shouta's thumb stroked the back of his wrist as his forearm stretched then to rest on Hizashi's shoulder gently. The other blonde squeezed his hand gently with his other hand touching his cheek once more with fingers trailing down it to his jaw. "Toshinori Yagi, I like you. I want you. And I'd like to explore what this could be romantically if you'll have me."
"Nori?" He let his gaze flick back to Hizashi when the other blonde leaned in with a hopeful smile on his lips as those green eyes shimmered at him beautifully. Spots of color, a soft red, spreading over those freckled cheeks that he so adored. The fact Hizashi had freckles was an amazing, wonderful realization. He adores the sight of Hizashi's freckles far, far too much. "I know you're a bit insecure. I can see that now, but you have to know that I'd love you regardless of if you were thin or buff. I want you all the same."
There was a lump in his throat. A fat lump that refused to dissolve no matter how hard he swallowed to rid himself of it. This couldn't be reality, could it? How could Shouta and Hizashi hold romantic feelings for him? The same feelings he had for them? How can they want him like that? He licked his lips then when he let his gaze flicker from the other blonde to the black-haired man. He didn't know what to say. What to do. "You're not lying? You really don't care? You really think this-this can work? You won't be ashamed?"
"Ashamed? Who in the world would be ashamed to be with you?" Shouta's voice had that incredulous note it had when he'd mentioned pity mere minutes ago. His nostrils flared slightly with a huff through then that stubble covered cheek tipped into his hand awkwardly with a thumb moving against his wrist gently. A thumb against his own. So many hands in so many places. "What is there to be ashamed about? Give me a good reason why I or Zashi should be ashamed to be with you."
"My age? My appearance? I practically look like the Crypt Keeper, Shouta! You can't deny that I look older than the both of you combined! Don't you know how the public will look at it? Don't you know how they will think? After all, what would you think of a man in his early fifties would be doing with two young, beautiful men in their thirties? And don't go denying it! You know what they'd think!" He hated it but it was true. It was true and they needed to at least accept it somewhat. They had to be prepared.
"Well, people can think what they will about us! Who cares what others think if we both care for one another? Who cares what the public will think? I know that I like you and you like me! Who gives a fuck about what the public thinks!" Hizashi had an indignant tone as he spoke when the hand in his tightened with those eyes flaring at him. "Let them think! I know the truth and so will you, so that's that! If we have too, we can keep everything very quiet for a while!"
"We can go public when you're ready for it. There's no rush for that type of thing." Shouta's low voice had his heart fluttering in his chest when the hand over his squeezed. "I certainly don't think you look like the Crypt Keeper. If anything, I also think you're handsome; thin but handsome. Who cares what others would think if we were together? If you're happy, Hizashi is happy, and I'm happy then what does it matter to the world around us? You deserve happiness too, Toshinori."
"That's all that we want for you. Is for you to be happy." Hizashi's fingers trailed down his cheek gently towards his jaw while the hand in his squeezed gently at him. A squeeze that he returned without thinking twice about it as he watched that smile on Hizashi's lips soften. Becoming something so sweet, so heartwarming that it had his chest aching. "So please, won't you let us make that call? If we want to be with you and you with us then we can weather whatever shitstorm comes up, okay?"
He tightened his grasp on Hizashi's hand with the other blonde smiling softly at him with all the warmth in the world. Even Shouta's warm, sweet smile had his ruined stomach fluttering wildly as his heart skipped quickly in his chest. Such reactions wouldn't do much for his health, but he didn't mind it. If anything, it made him feel alive. The way he had with Dave. Licking his lips, he trailed his thumb over Shouta's scared cheekbone. "You promise? You promise you'll be okay if-if we keep this quiet for now?"
"We're very okay with it! Toshinori, all that matters is that we want you. The whole world doesn't need to know yet that we're together if you're not ready for it. All of this is paced to how ready you are." Hizashi's voice was soft, low, and God if it didn't have him leaning forward instinctively towards the sound of it when Hizashi's fingers trailed along his jaw again. His thumb rubbing his cheek gently. "We'll take this slow, okay? However, slow you need it to be that's how we'll take it."
"You're both sure? Absolutely, one hundred percent sure about me?" He wished he could say he spoke confidently. Incredulously. Instead, his voice was a choking sound as he tightened his grasp on Hizashi's hand with Shouta's squeezing at his as well. It was a comfort that had him shifting slightly with his knees pressing to Hizashi's knee. "Can you really be with me knowing the weight of those around us? The judgement? Are you sure you want this? Sure that-that you want me?"
It had him blinking when Hizashi's hand pulled away from his then. He tried to cling to his fingers, but the blonde pulled his fingers away effortlessly. Did he mess up? Was he being too negative? Too insecure? Was he-? And then arms were thrown around his shoulders. Tugging him to Hizashi's chest as his arm dropped from his shoulder and away from Shouta's cheek. A tight hug as his chin rested on Hizashi's shoulder when lips pressed to his ear. "I want you. I'm sure about this and I can be with you knowing all that. I want you, Toshinori."
"Please believe that we're stronger than a few doubtful questions. We can handle this. And we'd be more than honored to have you be with us whether it's something casual or to be our boyfriend." And then to his surprise, Shouta was standing up to shuffle around his and Hizashi's legs to sit down behind him. And arms slid around his waist as a chin rested on his right shoulder with arms holding him tightly. "I want you too, Nori. I want you so much and I would love nothing more than to be with you."
It was choking him up again. The knot in his throat formed bigger than ever as warm breaths fanned over his ears as arms held him tightly. Strong arms made him feel so thin and frail in comparison, but it was so nice. It was unbelievably nice, and he was melting in their arms when Shouta's chin dug into his shoulder. Hizashi's to his left. What more was there to say? If he was going to get what he wanted then- "Okay. Okay, I give up. If you two are so damn sure, then I'll give in."
"Toshinori?" He hummed quietly in a strained note due to that lump in his throat as he reached forward to grab Hizashi's waist. Reaching behind him to touch Shouta's thigh with fingers twisting into their clothing to keep them closer as lips pressed to his ear gently. The warmth of his breath against his ear was a comforting sensation as arms held him tightly. "Would you do me the amazing honor of being my boyfriend? Would you please go out with me?"
God, it did little to help that lump in his throat. He clung to the fabric he held in his hands as he let out a shuddering breath. He knew he should be a better adult. He was older than both of them, yet they were holding him like he was something precious. Like he was something to be adored. And it was making his chest melt faster than he ever thought it would when he imagined scenarios just like this. But he coughed lightly before taking a breath. "Yes, I'll go out with you, Hizashi. I'll be your boyfriend."
There was a shift behind him when he then felt Shouta's lips pressing to his ear gently. The warmth of his breaths had his heart jumping wildly in his chest as his fingers tightened on the fistfuls he held of the black-haired man's pants when he swallowed around the knot in his throat. He knew what was coming. And God, he couldn't stop his eyes from stinging when the black-haired man spoke. "Toshinori, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend? Would you go out with me too?"
"Yes. I'll go out with you, Shouta, and-and I'll be your boyfriend too." He couldn't bring his voice up above a whisper when he then tipped his head forward to bury his face into Hizashi's shoulder. There was a warmth in their arms that he had fantasized about for the past year. Going on two years if he was honest with himself. And as he sank into Hizashi and Shouta's arms, he felt confident. For the first time he found himself hoping this would work out. That he could finally be happy.
"Thank you, Nori, for accepting me!" Hizashi breathed out then with lips pressing to his shoulder in a kiss when the blonde began to pull back slightly. He wanted to whine. To protest. But both men were pulling back just enough with arms still around him when he caught the soft smile on the other blonde's lips. "I think that we'll find our footing! I think that we're going to make an amazing match and the three of us are going to be happy together!"
"And I also thank you for accepting me, Toshinori. We'll find our way through this, and we'll take things one step at a time, and we'll make our way forward." Arms squeezed around his waist gently when he felt Shouta's chin rest on his shoulder once more as he was tugged backwards to rest against the black-haired man's chest lightly. "How about we talk about physical touches. What are you the most comfortable with, Nori? Is this acceptable? Or is it making you too uncomfortable?"
"No! No, I like this!" He couldn't keep the yelp out of his voice when he felt arms slack slightly with Shouta's question. They tightened once more with Hizashi leaning forward towards him. Arms around his torso tightening gently when Shouta's arms squeezed his waist as he took a breath to compose himself. "I'm-I'm fine with handholding, hugs and, um, this. I like this very much. And I'm not opposed to the occasional cuddle when we're here. But should we also talk about, um, me stopping by? What is and isn't acceptable?"
There was a soft hum from Shouta then; the sound buzzed delightfully in his ear when Hizashi's arms squeezed lightly as the blonde gained a thoughtful expression on his face. A subtle pout on those pink lips that enraptured him when the blonde then glanced at his husband who nodded gently. "Well, typically Shouta and I have an open-door policy. Something we keep in effect for Toshi and Denki when they pop by or for Eri and her friends to come by when they want."
"And since we'll technically be dating, you can come by whenever you want. Just send us a text ahead of time so we know that you're coming, yeah? That way we can properly greet you and see you at the front door." Shouta's chin dug in comfortably with Hizashi's hands beginning to rub his back comfortably in the space between his back and Shouta's chest. "Now, I suppose we should also discuss jealousy. I know it's only natural but it's better to get it out of the way than let it fester, you know?"
"Jealousy, I feel, is unavoidable. I care for you both the same amount and I'll take any affection given my way and I'll give it back! Whatever you two are most comfortable with I'll be happy to provide! It's just- It's been quite a while since I've been in a relationship, so I don't quite remember the etiquette perfectly, but I'll do my best to love you both equally." His voice wavered but it merely had arms tightening around him when he then cleared his throat lightly. "And then of course we need to talk about the elephant in the room. Sex."
"Well, me and Shouta have a pretty active sex life! I'd fuck his brains out every night of the week if he'd let me but after Nezu's many, many talks about harlotry and limps, we keep it a minimum during the work week." Shouta merely hummed along with Hizashi's words when the blonde then rubbed his back again gently. "But I want you to know that you don't have to be an active participant if you can't, Nori. But just know that we're open to having you in the room! Because sex or no sex, we'll be happy regardless."
"But if you can join us sexually just know we'll be gentle with you, Toshinori. We'll take it slow, one step at a time, alright? There's no need to jump straight into sex and pressure you to do so. If you want to start with simply watching then we can do it that way, okay? Zashi, here, is a bit of a voyeur too so I know he'll definitely get his rocks off if you were watching. But sex isn't going to be rushed. We can work up to it." It was comforting having Shouta's deep voice in his ear. So close it sent shivers down his back.
"I-I do have a few complications when it comes to sex; I can't overstrain my lung or my side. It makes sex, um, hard? And I have to talk to my doctor about possibly putting me on a pill to make it easier. He offered it in the past, but I declined but I suppose now I have reason to talk to him about it." It had his face burning when Hizashi hummed softly with hands rubbing his back gently. Arms squeezing his waist tenderly. "But I appreciate you, um, offering to let me watch. I don't know if I'll ever take you up on it but-"
"But the offer is there! It's there for you to take whenever you find yourself curious or you want to join us!" Hizashi smiled then when he then squeezed him gently with hands continuing to move up and down his back gently when the blonde then tilted his head with that sweet smile on his lips. "And then, of course, there's dates! Now, the three of us can go out together or we can do one-on-one dates! Whichever feels better for you at first, okay? We'll take it slow and start with at home date nights!"
Nodding at the blonde, he felt Shouta's arms shifting against his waist slightly when he licked his lips. He didn't know how to process this, but he knew that the information given was more than enough as he tightened his grasp on Shouta's thigh and Hizashi's waist. "I think I'd be more than happy with at home dates! If you're really okay with it, then we'll work our way up to it if it's alright with you both. Just so we can get our bearings first and go from there?"
"Of course, Nori, it's whatever your most comfortable with." Shouta's arms squeezed him gently when he squeezed at the holds he had on the two men when the black-haired man sighed out. A gentle sound when Hizashi shifted slightly with his hands continuing to rub his back comfortingly. "Is there anything else you can think of that you'd want to talk about? I mean, obviously the conversation isn't ending here but it's best to have some solid ideas in mind for the remainder of the night before you go home."
"Or, and tell me if this is too bold, but Nori could stay the night here with us? Toshi's room has been emptied out and we got that spare mattress up there still! And we have blankets and pillows! I know Nori wouldn't be comfortable just jumping straight into bed together but would you like that, Nori? Or you could sleep down here on the pull-out couch?" Hizashi's gaze flicked over him restlessly with hands rubbing up and down his back. "What do you want to do, Nori? Stay the night or head home?"
If he went home this wouldn't be real. He'd talk himself out of this. He knew he would. And yet he wanted to stay. He wants to stay right here with Shouta and Hizashi's arms wrapped around him comfortingly like this as hands rubbed gently over his stomach with Shouta's arms tight around his waist. Hizashi's hands on his back as arms squeezed him gently. "I think I'd very much like to stay. I can rough it on the sofa couch tonight. I wouldn't want to make your daughter too uncomfortable with my presence upstairs."
"Then awesome! Did you want to run back to yours then and grab some pajamas? Or do we have some I think might fit you? Shouta's always been broader than me so you might fit in a pair of sweats of mine and a shirt of Shouta's if you don't feel like leaving then coming back!" Hizashi's hands then left his back when the blonde straightened up with hands sliding carefully along his scarred side. Smiling so warmly at him it was ready to melt him through. "Now, should we have a glass of wine to celebrate?"
Blinking at the blonde, he felt Shouta's head raise from his shoulder to which he glanced over it at the black-haired man's face. There was a look of amusement on his face with black brows raising at him as those mismatched eyes met his. And he glanced away with his cheeks burning as the realization, the reality, sank in. It was- Well, he couldn't just say overwhelming, could he? Dragging his teeth over his lip, Shouta's arms squeezed his waist delicately. "I can go for some wine but how about sparkling juice for Nori?"
"That works with me!" He breathed out when Hizashi sprung off the couch onto his feet, making his way around himself and Shouta, then flying across the living room into the front hall. Blonde locks swaying and bouncing against his back mesmerizingly as he disappeared from view. Leaving him alone with Shouta. It had his heart thudding sickeningly against his chest when he shifted to pull himself from Shouta's arms as he faced the man. His ruined stomach doing flips. "So, um-"
"Don't worry. Really. It's alright for you to stay the night so long as you're comfortable with it." And then Shouta's hand raised up with fingers just barely grazing his cheek. Fingers flinching away instinctively until he reached up to catch his hand when he then pressed that rough palm to his hot cheek. A thumb sliding over his cheekbone when the black-haired man smiled softly at him again. "We really mean what we say. We really mean that we like you and we want to be with you. That I want to be with you."
"It's hard to believe it, you know? I just- I can't help but feel I'm not conventionally handsome enough to be with you or the appropriate age. I'm so much older than you yet neither one of you bats an eye when you profess your feelings for me." He paused then as he covered the back of Shouta's hand; awed at how much bigger his hand was compared to Shouta's when the black-haired man's thumb moved over his cheekbone again. "I suppose I'll change my outlook with time. But I just- It's hard. Unbelievable, you know?"
The black-haired man hummed softly then with his thumb sliding over his cheekbone in a gentle back and forth rub beneath his eye. There was a thoughtful expression on Shouta's face when he then smiled again with that same softness. That same warmth. It was one-sixty from the disturbing, tight smiles he'd seen at work. "I suppose so. Normally it doesn't work like this in the stories I read but we'll find our footing. Our grounding. It'll take hard work and dedication, but I think we can do this."
Gently squeezing the hand, he held to his cheek; he rubbed his thumb to Shouta's gently which had it moving over his cheekbone. Stroking gently with the black-haired man smiling softly at him when he heard a thudding of feet running back for them. And then Hizashi was swinging into the doorway with the bottle of wine, sparkling juice, and the clothing in his arms with a bright smile on his lips. "Alright! I picked a pair of my pants and shirt for you to wear rather than Sho's! And I got the drinks!"
"I appreciate you letting me borrow some pajamas tonight." He replied with his hands reaching out then as Shouta's hand left his cheek and Hizashi padded over to him to hand him the clothing. It was buttery. Soft. The most comfortable fabric he'd ever felt, and he wasn't even wearing it properly yet. He hummed softly as he folded the clothing in his lap while the other blonde worked the caps off the sparkling juice and wine. Watching the light-yellow juice being poured into his glass.
The rich, clear red being poured into Hizashi and Shouta's. And then the blonde was placing the bottles down with glasses being handed out to him then to Shouta. Hizashi then shuffled around the coffee table with his wine glass in hand then sat down next to him again. A sparkle to those beautiful green eyes of his as the blonde held the stem of his wine glass delicately with that bright, happy smile on his lips as he held his glass out. "To us! Let us be happy going forward and the start of our relationship! Cheers!"
Shouta grinned tightly then as he raised his glass up. Those mismatched eyes landed on him as he felt his lips twitching for the first time upwards rather than downwards. He could forget about his worries for a night, couldn't he? He could be happy, couldn't he? After all, it was like a dream come true. One that he'd been fantasizing about since he realized he had this dual crush on both men. When he realized he wanted them. Shouta grinned widely as he touched his glass to Hizashi's. "Cheers."
He hesitated for a moment but with that dark eye sparkling at him, the brilliant gleam of those green eyes, he found himself smiling wider. His heart flew wildly against his chest as his ruined stomach fluttered with vicious butterflies that made it hard to swallow. Had his hands trembling. But he happily raised his glass up to touch Hizashi and Shouta's with a delicate clinking sound of glass hitting against one another as he let out the breath. One he felt like he'd been holding this entire time. "Cheers!"