Hi everyone! So I just felt the need to explain! Somewhere along the way, the order of the chapters became messed up and that is completely my fault! I took far, far too long to update and correct the order but I did that tonight! Anyhow, I will be uploading the other chapters so it's all caught up and up to date! I hope that you all can forgive this error and I hope you enjoy the chapters in the proper order that they are supposed to be in! I hope you all enjoy the chapters you missed out on! Until we meet again ❤️
"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about? You're practically dancing in your seat since we've sat down so whatever you have to say is going to be good. What's got you in this good of a mood, Zashi? Are you going to tell us that you finally confessed to Shouta? Is this the talk we've been waiting for?"
Hizashi couldn't stop himself from drumming his hands on his knees after placing his cup of steaming tea down. He smiled at the couple curled together on his loveseat with coffees in hand. His heart was thrumming against his chest when he shifted in his seat then curled his legs up to fold them beneath him as he then gave a little bounce. "No, but I have other amazing news! I talked to Izuku's case worker and she told me that his parents expedited it but they signed over their parental rights over him!"
Dark lashes fluttered as sky-blue eyes watched him curiously. And he could see when it clicked; when the woman seemed to understand as she sucked in a sharp gasp and Oboro was beaming. He remembered having this conversation with them years ago; when he'd been in the process of adopting Hitoshi. Oboro beamed brilliantly at him when he lifted his mug up then before grinning at him. "That's amazing, Zashi! So do you know when you're going to be able to file for adoption?"
"I do! She told me that it could be as soon as early as late February and as late as early April but it doesn't matter! I don't care which it is, all that matters is I now have complete guardianship over Izuku and I can adopt him soon!" He bounced in his spot with hands drumming his thighs excitedly when he let out a small squeal before he could help himself as he leaned forward with a smile on his lips. "Soon enough he'll officially be my son! He's been mine for a year now but it'll be even more official!"
"That's awesome news! Seriously! I can't believe how these things often go but it seems like it takes longer than a year sometimes, you know?" Oboro's head then tilted with those blue eyes sparkling at him as his thumb rubbed the rim of his cup. "Izuku's been yours for a year going on two but it feels like you've had him all this time if that makes sense! Hitoshi and Izuku are so close you'd think they'd been brothers for years rather than a single year."
"To be fair it's not hard to love Izuku! He's a persistent little cutie so I can understand why Hitoshi would get so attached to him in a year's time!" Nemuri put in with her mug half raised then lifted up as she took a sip of her coffee and lowered her mug. Swiping at a stray droplet on her red lip when she smiled at him again. "But this is huge! The fact you're going to be adopting Izuku is something you've been thinking about for a while, right?"
"I think around five months in I was thinking about adopting him and that's early, I know! But I just kind of knew he was mine at that point, you know? I saw him as my son rather than someone else's! It was around that time that Hitoshi started warming up to him too!" He reached out to pick up his hot mug of tea which he lifted up to take a sip at. The hot liquid streaked down through his chest where it pooled into his stomach with a shiver when he shifted in his spot when Nemuri leaned into her husband.
"No one's judging anything for being early, Zashi. After all, your whole family loves Izu, and we certainly love him so that makes him part of the family, doesn't it?" Oboro nodded at his wife's words with that tranquil expression that had him rolling his eyes at the blue-haired man when Nemuri then tilted her head with a sparkle to her sky-blue eyes. "If you love Izuku like your own after a year then I say go forward with the adoption. You've been an amazing dad, seriously! Those boys are lucky."
"I double that! If you love Izuku like your own after a year, or even a little more than a year now, then I say that you should make him your son! Adopt him before someone else comes along or they find someone else which I doubt they will but you never know!" Oboro then lifted his mug up to sip at before lowering it as he smiled at him then. "You're a good dad and I'd say that over the past year you've proven yourself to be a damn good dad to two kids! The best that you absolutely could be!"
Taking another sip at his tea, he tried to drown the butterflies fluttering excitedly in his stomach. Shivering at the warmth of his tea when he leaned forward to place it on the coffee table with a light thud when he then leaned back in his seat. "I think I've definitely failed in some areas but was good in others but I really, really think I can do this. After all, my mothers were my age when they adopted me and my siblings! I think I can do this. I'm confident that I can handle two kids on my own."
"And I'm sure you can! There's no one here doubting that you can take care of Hitoshi and Izuku! If anything, you're so sickening with all your posts about the boys and you've proven yourself to be a good dad!" Nemuri then smiled as her head tilted at him with her dark locks swaying against her back with her glasses slipping down her nose slightly. "You're a good parent, Zashi, anyone can see that. You bend over backwards for them all the time and I dare say you're one of the better single dads out there."
"And I think that what you're doing is amazing, Zashi, I really do! Hell, you might just convince me and Nem to adopt! Wouldn't that be something? The both of us adopting and having little rugrats together just like we used to talk about?" It had him smiling at Oboro who then leaned forward in his seat before nudging Nemuri to which she rolled her eyes affectionately at her husband. "It's true! We used to talk about it! Remember? We used to sit around talk about raising kids together and all that jazz!"
"Have you look into it? Adoption I mean." Shifting in his seat slightly, the couple before him shared a look together. One that he recognized anywhere; it was something he'd had years observe the couple making with one another. It was a private look. One with a meaning that he wasn't privy too. "I don't mean to be nosey! I'm not! I just mean, have you guys sincerely thought about it? Have you thought of adopting? Like Oboro just said, we used to talk about it a lot. Have you changed your mind on kids?"
Nemuri dragged her teeth over her red lip when Oboro shifted in his spot with blue eyes flicking from Nemuri to him. What was this? Were they truly looking into adopting? They'd talked about it for years but they'd always been playful. But the look they had on right now? Well, it certainly had his attention when Oboro spoke up. "You're not being nosey at all! But we have been thinking about it sincerely lately and you know we've got all our certifications and qualifications."
"There's a kid that Oboro really wants us to foster- what was his name again? Tenko? I think, if I remember right, he's about eleven years old and he's had a not so nice start but he's in the system. We've been talking about it; obviously he wouldn't be young like Toshi or Izu but we've been sincerely thinking about it. A lot actually." Nemuri then reached out to take one of Oboro's hands with a smile on her lips. "If we do this then it means no more wine drunk nights."
"No more getting smashed with Hizashi!" Oboro replied playfully with his head leaning towards Nemuri with the dark purple-haired woman humming at her husband when Oboro's eyes were flicking back to him with that playful smile on his lips when he watched their fingers interlock. It had his own hands twisting together in his lap. "But I suppose we can have a few more hurrahs! We aren't guaranteed to Tenko but we can still celebrate Izuku!"
"Absolutely! What were you thinking to celebrate it? I obviously can't go throwing a lavish party with, say, a lot of our friends and family without Izuku getting curious as to why we're throwing a party, you know? And I think when I mention adoption I want it to be just him and I. For it to be personal rather than a big show of flare and the usual." He then reached for his tea again to lift up and he took a sip at the hot liquid when Nemuri hummed. A thoughtful expression pinching at her face as her lips pursed slightly.
Her thumb moved idly against Oboro's as her groomed brows came together over her eyes. Her lower lip jutting out just the smallest bit with that thoughtful expression pinching at her face with sky-blue eyes staring sightlessly across the living room before she perked up. A bright sparkle to her gaze when she smiled brilliantly at him. "Why don't we do something tonight? The boys are sleeping over at Kimiko and Yuki's, right? We could do something tonight!"
"We can certainly open the shop later if need be and you don't open your place on your own anymore, do you? Normally it's Taishiro, isn't it?" He pursed his lips at Oboro's questions as he drummed his fingers on the side of the mug he held in his hands when he lifted it up to take another sip when Oboro smiled softly. "If you don't want to do anything tonight then it's fine, Zashi. We don't have to celebrate tonight, we can do it some other time! It's whenever you want too, Zashi, there's no pressure for it!"
"No, no, it's not that I don't want too it's that I'm thinking of what getting piss-blind drunk with the two of you is going to look like if I'm hung over tomorrow when I pick up the boys." He paused then with his thumb drumming against the side of his cup when he then turned his gaze back to the couple with his brows raising. "You promise we aren't going to get black out drunk tonight? Just regular ole drunkenness together?"
"It doesn't have to be anything wild! We can absolutely get regular drunk with no chance of blacking out, I promise!" Nemuri then shifted forward to place her mug on the coffee table when she reached forward with her fingers touching his knee. "Anything we finish off in your liquor cabinet we will one hundred replace, I promise. So long as you're comfortable with it, I would love nothing more than to celebrate with you!"
Sighing out with a smile curling over his lips, he leaned reached his left hand out to take Nemuri's. Rubbing his thumb over her knuckles gently, he held onto his coffee mug with the other when he took a sip. Gulping at the hot liquid that scalded over his tongue and down his throat before lowering it with a sigh. Then he smiled widely at the couple before him. "Well, to me, it sounds like we all have something to celebrate! Me with Izuku and you two possibly taking on Tenko!"
Blue and sky-blue eyes sparkled at him delightedly with Nemuri's hand tightening on his. There was a warmth to her palm and fingers from holding her hot mug of coffee but there was something so nice about having her hand in his. How soft and supple it was; not much different than his own as he was often told. He squeezed her hand when Oboro smiled at him. "Then tonight we get regular ole drunk! Just friends being friends, yeah? Things are going to change for the better."
"Things certainly are changing but at least I got the two of you. I don't what I'd do if I didn't have the both of you." He squeezed Nemuri's hand gently then which got him a squeeze back when he smiled at Oboro who beamed. He truly did seem happy about taking on a possible child. Had he been that happy? He couldn't remember but his stomach fluttered at their words. Change was coming. It was inevitable that it would come for him but was he ready to face it? Is he ready for so much change? He truly hoped so.
The quiet howl of the wind outside rattling the screen against the window.
The floral, rose-like perfume invading his nose that he inhaled with each breath.
The quiet, indistinguishable sound of the TV murmuring before him.
A hand slid over Hizashi's hair gently when he rolled his head slightly to rub his cheek against the slender shoulder his head rested on. The TV was a murmur as one of the Twilight movies played on screen; he couldn't tell immediately which it was. He didn't care. He was absolutely floating in his own head. Weightless. The hand stroking his hair was absolutely calming if a bit clumsy but he didn't mind one bit. Inhaling the perfume that clung to Nemuri's skin, he let his eyes flutter shut with his hands twisted his hands together.
He sighed out quietly to himself as he nuzzled his cheek to Nemuri's shoulder again. He couldn't remember clearly if he'd crawled onto her lap willingly or if he had been dragged onto it and cuddled up to the woman who held him. He didn't care regardless; it was unbelievably calming. Sweet. He felt, for the first time today, tranquil. Quiet. He'd been bouncing off of the walls when he got that phone call from Izuku's social worker.
He'd been buzzing on that high for hours before Nemuri and Oboro had come over. He'd been so happy today that there had hardly been a moment of rest. His sons had picked up on his good mood and they'd been like bright little balls of sun throughout the morning. He'd gotten lunch on the table when he revealed they were going to visit with their grandmothers. He'd never seen them happier; they'd been begging to go over to their grandmothers' home for quite a bit.
And he had to admit it had been a while. He couldn't tell who had been happier when he pulled up, his mothers or the boys. It had been a rather sweet moment watching them run up the walkway carefully to the front door where his mothers stood. And of course, arranging for them to spend the night had been nothing short of easy for his mothers agreed wholeheartedly. He'd been unable to stop himself from telling them the good news; how close he was to closing this adoption with Izuku.
After swearing them to silence, he'd been happy to walk around the house fussing with a few things here and there. Giving himself something to do when Nemuri and Oboro had taken off to their home for a change of clothing and their smaller items. They agreed they'd spend the night and he was more than happy to let them. He'd gotten his laundry done then started in on Hitoshi and Izuku's when the couple had come back.
There was an infectious, buzzing excitement as he prodded further about their possible fostering situation. The couple seemed over the moon excited; he'd never pegged Nemuri for being a parental figure but the woman had a sparkle to her eye when she spoke about it. He was happy for them. He'd been over the moon happy for the couple and he hadn't hesitated to express that to the two of them. And then with afternoon and it's coffee and tea, it was forgotten with plans for dinner.
The three of them in the kitchen cooking together reminded him too heavily of all those times when he was a teenager and they'd come over for sleep overs. When they'd huddle shoulder to shoulder watching the pan of pizza rolls in the oven while his mothers played sudoku in the kitchen. Standing and cooking with the couple in his kitchen made it feel fuller. Made it feel full of life. It was unbelievably nice to have someone in the kitchen with him.
He'd had Hitoshi and Izuku with him one too many times but they were often deemed "little helpers" given all they mostly did was watch while he prepared dinner and would stir whatever he was cooking if it was safe. But with Nemuri and Oboro it felt nostalgic; it made him feel young again. He was happy to have the company with him if the boys were going to be out of the house. And it was while they were cooking dinner that the first round of drinks was made by Nemuri.
Some left over scotch that she'd snagged from their home to bring over. It was nice. Burned on its way down but the flavor had been absolutely addicting. He'd drained his glass faster than Nemuri had but there had only been refills and touch ups. One cup becoming two. Wanting to pace himself, he cut off the whisky for some water to pace himself. Soon enough he was sitting at the dining room table with Nemuri walking in with that white wine that he absolutely adored.
And before he knew it, his plate was empty and he was two glasses deep in the wine. He'd begun getting dizzy, his head swimming slightly with that puffy feeling to his eyes and the flush to his cheeks. He'd stumbled to the bathroom to splash cold water onto his face to help with the flush in his cheeks before he'd returned to the couple. It was there that he'd had a third glass of the wine; unable to stop himself from accepting it.
And then he was breaking out his bourbon for the couple where they all shared a glass as he watched Nemuri and Oboro's cheeks gradually flush. Laughter came easier. Jokes funnier than they had any right to be as the three of them cackled over half-finished jokes. Unable to get them out properly before giving in to laughter halfway through. They'd stood in the kitchen rinsing then stacking dishes in the dishwasher with that cackling laughter that brought tears to his eyes.
The laughter had felt rather hysterical as he poured another round of bourbon for the three of them. And from there to now, they'd somehow made their way to the living room where snickers were given over the awful lines of the movie. A night filled with laughter that felt like an eternity. Laughter that flowed easily as he nursed his glass of bourbon. He'd long since drained it and he found himself happy to be curled up in Nemuri's arms.
It was a common thing on their nights out to parties back in college; he'd always find a quiet spot to curl up with Nemuri who was as vicious as a bobcat over him. Hardly leaving his side during those parties before they left to her family home where the next day, they'd nurse hang overs. Trying to sober up enough together before going over to his house but his mothers always knew. How they did, he had not a damn clue but perhaps he'd been sloppier back then.
More noticeable. He'd never seen the need to be a loud, obnoxious drunk but he knew how to have fun. He knew how to ride the waves of his drinking that he often found himself with a small gaggle people. It was so easy just being a nice and bright person when he was drunk. People always seemed to be around and that's what he'd always liked the most; to have someone there with him was unbelievably nice.
There was nothing he loved more than to have someone to talk too when he was drunk. When he was three drinks in and stumbling home on shaking legs and tripping feet. He didn't drink heavily all that often since taking in Hitoshi but tonight was a night for celebrations. For celebrating the change that was coming to their lives and for the sake of spending time together. A night for the three of them to hang out together just like they used to do in high school and college.
A night to merely exist together was an unbelievably nice thing that he absolutely adored. Nuzzling his cheek to Nemuri's shoulder, he felt arms tightening around him in response as his glasses dug into his temple and cheekbone unpleasantly. The hand on his hair combing through gently when he shifted slightly; stretching his legs out, he lifted his head from Nemuri's shoulder. Sitting up right only to sway backwards where he happily sprawled out in Oboro's lap.
The blue-haired man jumping at his sudden movement but grinned at him when he felt his lips tipping up into an answering grin of his own. The ceiling, the walls, spun wildly from the change as he shut his eyes to take a deep breath. His stomach felt tense; fuller than it should be after dinner. He knew it was merely a result of the alcohol which, if that was the case, then he knew there was no changing that effect. He raised his arms up to curve up over his head on the cushion of the couch.
He opened his eyes again as he looked to the TV. When had Nemuri and Oboro switched to the couch? How did he end up in Nemuri's lap? They were questions he wanted to ask of his friends but he found himself riveted to the TV screen. It had to be New Moon that was on the TV but he could be wrong. They had plans to watch more movies tonight but Nemuri had begged for them to watch the Twilight saga for some damn reason and he'd given in.
His head swayed and swirled with his eyes struggling to focus on the TV screen before he gave up and rolled his head over the cushions where he looked up at Oboro. The blue-haired man leaned into Nemuri but his hand came up and stroked his hair away from his face. God, what did he do to have such good friends like Nemuri and Oboro? They'd stuck with him all through high school and for what? There was nothing he adored more than knowing that his two best friends in the world were willing to stay with him.
That they were willing to remain friends with him for so long. Didn't they think he was annoying? Loud? Like people in high school accused him of being? His fingers twisted slightly into his hair as his arms crossed over it; twirling locks around his fingers when he let his eyes flutter shut again. It was amazingly comfortable being stretched out across Nemuri and Oboro's laps. It was calming.
That hand smoothed over his forehead again gently which had him humming in response as his feet pressed into the arm of the couch. He was swaying. Weightless. His eyes felt puffy from the alcohol, his cheeks burning with a blotchy blush he'd bet, and his stomach roiled but he was happy. He was pleasantly, amazingly drunk in the comfort of his home. And it might be awful but he could go for another glass of wine.
They had half a bottle left and if Nemuri wanted to finish it off, he'd be more than happy to finish it with her. There was too much of his bourbon to say they could finish it off. He was more than willing to make a sizeable dent and drain most of the bottle while they can. He hummed again with a happy little note as he continued to twirl his hair around his fingers absentmindedly with his lashes resting on his cheeks. Tonight was so simple. It was so easy.
There was no stress, worry, or anxieties to plague him. They didn't seem real to his drunken mind as he stretched out slightly with his feet pressing into the arm of the couch. Groaning quietly under his breath as he rolled his head over the couch cushion with a sigh leaving him. And then, before he knew it, a yawn was bubbling up his throat and flying out of him as his eyes squeezed briefly before relaxing once more. He was so happy that he'd taken Nemuri and Oboro up on this.
That he hadn't shied away from celebrating. Celebrating what? Oh, the adoption. He let out another sigh through his nose with his fingers twirling his hair around his fingers. It was getting hard to hold onto reality when he was floating in his own head. When he felt so weightless he might just hover out of their laps. Or roll out of them. He had not a clue but there was a push and pull in his head that had him struggling to hold onto the here and now.
He was absolutely ready to curl up in bed and sleep this off. It was getting nauseating the way his head seemed to spin even with his eyes shut. As if there was no possible way of escaping the rolling in his head. In his stomach. He opened his eyes to find Oboro looking down at him; there was a fog to those blue eyes. Unfocused yet seeming to stare straight through him. He lifted his hand up from his hair to poke that bronze cheek; surprised by the wobbling, weaving weakness in his arm as he lifted it from the couch.
Jabbing his fingers into Oboro's cheek, he got a chuckle from the blue-haired man when he rolled his head to glance at the TV again only to be catch a glimpse of large wolves on screen. Interesting. He then rolled his head again to look up at Oboro as he continued to press his fingers into his cheek. Oboro's hand then raised up to grab his hand to push away when he swirled his hand through the air clumsily before poking Oboro's cheek again.
Giggling to himself at the rueful smile on those lips when he caught Nemuri glancing over at the two of them. Moving his hand away quickly before Oboro could grab his hand, he pressed his fingers into the blue-haired man's cheekbone. Dragging his fingers down his cheek to his jaw before moving his hand quickly before Oboro could grab it. Giggling at the little game of his, the blue-haired man then began to giggle with him when he raised his hand clumsily with a sparkle forming in those blue eyes.
It became a fun little game; trying to jab his fingers into Oboro's cheek and Oboro trying to grab his hand to stop him. Both giggling together, he caught Nemuri rolling her eyes at the both of them when he poked the side of Oboro's nose. He wasn't quick enough and the blue-haired man grabbed his hand and "threw" his hand away. He let it hit the cushion with a thud before jerking it up again to poke the tip of his nose then jerking his hand away quickly.
Giggling when Oboro's hand darting out to jab into his own cheek. And it became a better game; his fingers trying to jab at Oboro's cheek while the blue-haired man poke at his cheek with that same jabbing manner. He was faster as he moved his hand quickly then used his left hand which was far more efficient. He happily jabbed his fingers into Oboro's cheeks and dancing them over his face. Poking at his forehead, his eyebrow, nose and jaw. His cheeks.
There was a delight in this little game that sparkled in those foggy blue eyes as the blue-haired man poked his cheeks and nose which had his giggles breaking up with snorts. Snickers. His clumsy hands reaching for Oboro's face delightedly with pokes that were returned to him while Nemuri watched on as he then rolled his head when fingers jabbed into his cheek. A firm press that had him smiling widely at the blue-haired man before turning to look at the coffee table.
His half-finished glass of bourbon and ice waiting to be finished. He felt like a child when he turned his head back to poke up at Oboro's smiling face giddily. And then the blue-haired man's hand was swatting at his which led to a playful three hand slap fight. Oboro, of course, couldn't win given he only had one hand he was slapping with and with his own two he easily won. Both giggling, snorting, snickering together when he turned his face away and fingers jabbed into his cheek again.
He couldn't help giggling as he then rolled slightly to push himself up on his arm as he reached for his glass. Lifting it up, he quickly downed his watered down bourbon in a sleek gulp before putting the cup back down. Melting ice rattling the sides of the cup when he then looked up at Oboro who then pinched his nose. And he couldn't help giggling when Oboro tugged on his nose forcing his head to turn side to side gently.
The blue-haired man looked utterly delighted with their game when Nemuri's giggle broke their attention as he lifted his head to stare at the dark purple-haired woman curiously. She looked delighted at their little game. As delighted as she would be if she were a part of it. He found himself smiling at the woman with a delight of his own when fingers jabbed into his cheek. He chuckled then swatted at Oboro's hand with the blue-haired man giggling mischievously at him with a sparkle to those foggy blue eyes.
"You two are idiots, you know that?" Nemuri's voice dripped with amusement when she then giggled again as her head then came to rest on Oboro's broad shoulder. Her hand reaching out to skim along his hot cheek adoringly with that shimmer to her sky-blue eyes. Foggy from her own alcohol consumption when she hummed lazily. "How about we finish off that bottle of wine, huh? There's about half a bottle left, no point in wasting it, is there?"
"I certainly don't think there's a point in wasting it! We should probably get the bed set up for the two of you soon anyways!" He replied before swatting at Oboro's hand when his fingers poked his cheek and he grinned up at the blue-haired man. "You're such a pain, Oboro, you know that? Can't let me talk to your wife for more than two seconds without inserting yourself. You jealous or somethin'?"
Blue eyes rolled then with a snort breaking out of the blue-haired man when those eyes shimmered as his head tilted to press his cheek to the top of Nemuri's head. Holding her all the closer as a pleased smile curled over her lips. All the adoration for this one man. "'m not the least bit jealous! I won Nem's heart fairly and completely! You might've had your chance once but it's looooong gone! So there's no need to be jealous over you of all people! You had a-a chace once but that was forever ago!"
"I would've never!" He replied vehemently with his fingers then poking at Oboro's jaw. It was true; he'd never once thought of pursuing Nemuri after he got it out of Oboro that he liked her. The second the blue-haired man had said it he had content himself to being a best friend to one another. A good, best friend who was unshakable. "However, you gotta be quiet if you're gonna fuck on my living room couch bed! Not everyone wants to hear their friend being plowed into a bed!"
"Hizashi!" Nemuri screeched his name with her hand slapping at his thigh to which he couldn't help bursting into laughing when she whacked at him again. The blush smothering over her cheeks was absolutely lovely as she leaned forward with those eyes sparkling at him as she then smirked at him. "You're deaf anyways! It's not like you'd be hearing shit even if he did want too! But we'd never, never, never disrespect your sacred couch bed! I'd never allow it!"
"Bullshit! You'd do it because you two are-are horndogs for each other!" He crowed back with his fingers slapping at Nemuri's when she tried slapping at him again when he giggled at the wild laugh that burst out of Oboro. His head swayed when he pushed himself up out of Oboro's lap then crawled out of Nemuri's. Pushing himself onto wobbling legs, he smirked down at the couple. "You try to-to act better than that but I see you! I see exactly how down bad you two are!"
"Hey! At least I get dicked down at least four times a week! When's the last time you can you've been dicked down?" Nemuri demanded with her sky-blue eyes sparkling as she leaned away from Oboro's shoulder to lift her head up as he wobbled on his feet. His face hot with the blush burning there when he dropped back into his seat as she smirked. "I bet thirty bucks if Shouta showed up right now, offering to sleep with you, you'd be on his cock like that."
"Nemuri Kayama, you are such a pervert!" He shrieked with a laugh in his voice when he pushed her into Oboro's side with the blue-haired man throwing his head back with a rolling, bursting laugh ripping out of the man. And once he started it seemed impossible not to join in as he swayed in his spot to lean against the back of the couch. His head was swimming. Loose. He felt ready to drown under the waves of that drunken state lapping at him.
"She's not wrong, is she? You'd hop on Shouta like that. " And much like his wife had, Oboro snapped his fingers with a sparkle to those gaze of his. A smirk curled over his lips as the blue-haired man hugged Nemuri to his side with her head sliding from his shoulder to his chest where she curled her legs up to drape across his lap. "You're the only one out of us with 'burning loins' as some of those trashy romance books would say it! Seriously, Zashi, just fuck the guy already."
"I'm not fuckin' anyone! I don't gotta fuck Shouta at all if I don't wanna!" He replied with a sniff but the blue-haired man merely raised his brows and Nemuri's head turned just enough for him to catch the glint in those sky-blue eyes of hers. He lifted an arm up to brace on the back of the couch with his hand finding the back of his neck. "Okay, so what if I wanna fuck him? It's been so long. I haven't fucked anyone in literally years. And I like him so is that so wrong?"
Nemuri's head raised from Oboro's chest to his shoulder with her head tilting slightly with those foggy eyes locking onto him. Pink lips pursing as he admired their light shade; her red lipstick long since washed off for the night. And then she was smiling at him with all the sweetness in the world. "It's not wrong at all! You like him, right? So, it's only natural you'd wanna fuck him! After all, if Shouta had shown interest in me before Oboro I might just be with him now! He's hot."
"Okay, that just feels straight up rude to say in front of me, your loving and sweet husband, even if you're drunk!" Oboro protested with his hand dancing along Nemuri's side with the woman breaking into pealing giggles as she squirmed and twisted away from the man who only held her closer. And then the blue-haired man was grinning over the top of her head with brows lifting again. "But Shouta is hot in that tragically, stoic, dark way, you know? I may have had the teeniest little crush on him."
"No way!" He couldn't tell who yelled louder; himself or Nemuri as her head jerked up. Oboro merely nodded sagely at them with a smile on his lips as he blinked at the blue-haired man curiously with his head swimming. The walls spinning faintly forcing him to close his eyes for a moment before opening them again as he leaned forward slightly to speak on his own without Nemuri. "You had a crush on him? You gotta tell us everything, Oboro! No way you just drop lore like that!"
"It's not a big deal! I liked him just a little bit in high school but it was harmless! He didn't even like me and I had a much bigger crush on Nem." He replied with that arm tightening around Nemuri with another kiss being pressed to the top of her head when the blue-haired man then gained that thoughtful expression with eyes locking onto him. "I wonder, sometimes, if you'd like Shouta in high school. If you two had met, would you crush on him then? It's a shame really."
Pausing as he leaned into the couch, he found his weaving and swaying mind wondering itself. If he'd met Shouta in high school, would he like him? Would he have the big fat crush he had on him now back then? Would he have found him attractive? Handsome? Beautiful? It had his lips pursing slightly before he leaned back with a groan. "God, Oboro, why you gotta put those thoughts in my head, man? Now it's all I'm gonna be thinking about if I even remember this shit!"
"Soooo, drink to forget! You're gonna end up forgetting anyways! You know how fucking drunk you are right now?" Nemuri questioned before sitting up straight with her red nailed hand reaching out to poke his nose with a giggle leaving the woman. "Half a bottle of wine and boop! You'll be forgetting all about it! So, try not to think so much, babe, okay? Just sit back, enjoy the drunkenness you got going and just feel good! Have one night that's not about Shouta, okay?"
"And yet you two are talking about-about me fucking him and about his cock and shit!" He protested with a pout forming on his lips as he slapped Nemuri's fingers away from his nose when they pinched at it gently. The woman merely grinned at him with sparkling sky-blue eyes that had him enforcing his pout. Jutting his lower lip out with his head turning. "I'm not making it about Shouta! You guys are being perverts and talking about me fucking the man!"
"Oh, please, like you haven't even thought about it! I know you have!" Oboro protested back with that smile on his face with blue eyes narrowing on him playfully. It had his face burning hotly with a fresh blush when he pushed himself up on his shaking legs to which the blue-haired man jutted his chin up. As if he were expecting a hit of some kind to be delivered. "Tell me I'm wrong! I may be drunk but I know you, Zashi, and I know you've thought about it at least once!"
Wobbling on his feet, he hated how the floor waved beneath him. Like the ocean lapping beneath his feet as he stumbled around the coffee table then weaved on his feet. He then pointed at the couple cuddled up together on the couch with eyes shimmering at him with a playful sparkle. Both seeming all too content. "You two are the worst. Now, I'm gonna go get that wine and somethin' from my room! When I'm back I don't wanna hear about Shouta's cock or me fucking him from either of you!"
"No promises!" Nemuri replied playfully then giggling when Oboro nuzzled his nose and lips into her red cheek. It had him narrowing his eyes on the couple before he turned on his feet to surge towards the doorway that seemed to weave incoherently before him. Just like the floor that was pitching and rolling beneath his feet when he glanced over his shoulder to find the couple staring worriedly. "I'll get the wine, Zashi, if you need help, okay? You look like you're about to fall over, babe."
"I'm fine! Don't go lookin' at me like that! I'll be right back!" He replied stubbornly before trudging across his living room to the doorway. Damn near tripping over his own floor as he tried his best to walk in a straight line but he found himself stumbling. Weaving back and forth on his feet as he blinked at just how bad off he was. All he could do was hope that he didn't trip over his stumbling feet as he made his way to the doorway. Stepping over it into the hallway.
Two glasses of whiskey, four wine, and two bourbon really took its toll, didn't it? He just hadn't felt it as potently when he was curled up on Nemuri's lap. When he'd been stretched out across Oboro's or when he'd been sitting. He'd felt dizzy, foggy, but it hadn't been this bad when he'd been on the couch. He had to expect that the drinks would go through him this way. After all, no one could remain sober after drinking effectively eight glasses of alcohol.
He was rapidly approaching his limit and he was going to help finish off a bottle of wine? He would be toeing the line of blacking out and he didn't want to do that. Maybe he can get away with a few gulps from the bottle but he would let Nemuri and Oboro finish it off if that's what they wanted. He already knew that he was in for one hell of a hangover in the morning. Something that was going to leave him keeling over and wearing his shades in the house.
He'd have to sober up effectively before he even thought of going to get the boys from his mothers' house. He weaved on his feet as he walked down the hallway with his socked feet sliding over the floor. Dangerous as he stumbled forward leaving behind the couple on the couch. Stretching his hands out once he was out of sight with his hands preparing to catch him on either wall if he should stumble over his feet and go flying like he feared he would.
God, the floor was pitching and rolling beneath his feet was making his head swim. His face felt hot with his heart thumping against his chest with his head swaying. It was like walking through water; his legs were wobbling and the floor pitching beneath him had him fighting a whine. It was like trying to walk through the snow but knowing he'd be sinking. He hoped that after that final half a bottle of wine that he'd be able to make it to bed.
Could he convince the couple to drink in the kitchen? On the floor the way they used too when the snuck booze over to Oboro's home that one time after classes? It had his chest constricting at the nostalgia of that thought as he stumbled forward into the kitchen. His gaze flicking to the wine bottle when he then turned to trudge past the fridge. His stomach felt uncomfortably tight; bloating to press into the waistband of his jeans. He stumbled down the short hallway of his that felt so, so long.
He made his way to his bedroom where he flicked the lights on. Flinching at the bright lighting that flooded the room but he stumbled forward with his hands reaching down. He began to fuss with the buckle of his belt the best that he could until he was pulling it apart blindly. The clink of his belt was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom followed by the hiss of leather as he worked the belt through the loops of his pants. He let the belt fall to the floor when heads on his bed rose up.
Reese was curled with Twix, both cats jumping at the loud sound while Cappella and Sterling slept on with a twitch. He stumbled past his bed with his legs feeling like lead. His feet thudding over the floor as he worked the button of his jeans apart then the fly where his fingers brushed over his packer. He made his way around his bed with the bathroom insight when he rushed forward eagerly with his feet threatening to trip him up. Threatening to get in his way.
He stumbled over the threshold of the bathroom, falling into the door causing it to bounce deafeningly off of the wall with a slam as he reached for the lights. He turned the lights on which had him flinching again but he turned to face the sink where his reflection had him pausing. His blonde hair was messy from toying with it, his cheeks a deep red that glowed at him in a blotchy blush that had him flinching. There was a foggy, unfocused glaze to his eyes that reminded him distinctively of Nemuri and Oboro's.
He tore his gaze away from his drunken self to turn the water on then taking his glasses off and resting them on the sinks edge. He then cupped his hands beneath the stream of the faucet to gather water in his hands before bringing it up. He gasped with a jolt when the frigid water met his feverish face but God if it didn't feel good. If it didn't feel like a fresh wave of alertness through him; like his head was peaking over the waves.
He knew it wouldn't matter when he grabbed that wine bottle but it felt good. He cupped his hands beneath the stream again to gather the water up then splashed it on his feverish face again. Rubbing his hands over his face idly with a sigh into his palms with a shiver making its way down his back. He cupped a hand beneath the water, gathering a palmful then bringing it up to rub over the back of his neck. Shuddering again at the cold touch of the water, he found himself swaying on his feet slightly.
Still weak-legged yet somehow still standing. How could his legs feel like lead and yet feel so weak? Like they were going to fall out beneath him at any damn moment? He clung to the sink, slick hands sliding over the edge when he brought his hands together to cup his hands under the water. Bringing it up to splash over his face with his fingers rubbing into his eyes. He couldn't deny that he was ready to turn in; he was ready to go to bed soon as he possibly could.
He wanted to crash while he was still feeling good. While he was still riding the buzzing high of humor from his conversation with his friends. Cupping another handful of water, he brought it up and rubbed it over his face before pressing his wet hands to the edge of the sink with shuddering breaths being taken. He felt just the tiniest bit more alert but he knew when he started gulping at that wine it'd go away.
He stood up on swaying feet as he grabbed clumsily at the towel hanging up next to him and bringing it up to his face. Rubbing it dry fiercely, he dropped it on the edge and turned the water off. He'd have to get some water from the freezer; his mouth and throat felt dry. He swayed on his feet when he opened the mirror to the medicine cabinet behind it and grabbed a red scrunchy off of the shelf.
Closing the mirror once more, he scraped his hair together clumsily with a few locks hanging over his shoulders, around his face, as he tied his hair up into a lazy bun. It felt good to get his heavy hair off of the back of his neck that felt more feverish than his face. He then grabbed his glasses and lifted them up back into place when he dried his hands off with the towel before reaching up to lightly touch his hearing aids.
Making sure they weren't wet from the water before turning away from the mirror with a shuddering exhale. He stumbled over his feet, hitting off the door again, when he straightened up and turned the light off before walking into his bedroom on shaking legs. He eyed his bed speculatively; longing. It wouldn't hurt anyone if he laid down for just one moment, would it? He dragged his teeth over his lip before turning to walk over to the bed quickly with his bun bobbing against his neck.
His knees pressed to the edge of the bed then climbing up onto it with Twix and Reese taking off. He ignored the sketched out cats in favor of flopping down onto his side and God, it felt good. His bed was so cool, soft, and comforting. He curled into a slight ball with his knees drawing up slightly as he let out a shuddering breath. Oh, it felt so nice to lay down like this. Something he'd been unable to do on the couch. Were Nemuri and Oboro getting the bed out?
Were they setting up? He knew he had mere minutes to get back to them before they came looking for him. He nuzzled his face into the bed despite the hard dig of his frames into his face and he let out a sigh. It felt nice. To be off of his shaking legs. Even his bloated stomach felt better laying out like this when he slid his head back only for his world to be focused on a single ping. A notification from his phone. Tilting his head back further, he looked to his phone which glowed on the bedside table.
He blinked curiously at it before shifting to carefully crawl as he wobbled like the bed beneath him. His head swimming, swaying, and so unbearably foggy that he found himself whining under his breath. Already he wanted to be sober. To have some kind of sobriety at the moment but he knew there was no changing it. He'd had eight glasses in total of alcohol which meant he was anything but sober. Grabbing his phone, he pulled the charger out when he flopped onto his side as he powered the screen back up.
And his heart was jumping in his chest wildly at the sight of the notification waiting for him; a text from Shouta. He'd promised Nemuri that tonight wasn't going to be about Shouta. He'd promised. And yet he found his hands squeezing the phone that sat in his shaking hands as he unlocked the screen with his knees drawing up slightly. It wouldn't kill anyone if he just texted him once, right? Just a little bit? The longing was sucking at him; throbbing in his chest as he forced his shaking fingers to work with him as he tapped at the screen.
Just one text. Or a few. He'd get back to Nemuri and Oboro in just one itsy, bitsy, tiny moment. It's not like they would scream at him for being away so long. Had it been that long? Or was it shorter? His concept on time was fickle at the moment but he had no doubt the couple were entertaining themselves in the living room. After all, the movies were still on, right? He hummed quietly to himself as he peeked at his open bedroom doors before looking to the text that Shouta had sent him.
Shouta: hey zashi r u there?
Hizashi: i'M totaly here! Whts up? 😀
Shouta: i was just thinking about some things & i realized it's been a while since we've hung out
Shouta: and i was wondering if u wanted too? at some point u know?
Hizashi: oMg thats such a godo idea! I totally wanna hang otu wit you!
Hizashi: there's actualy somethin I want to talk to yuo about whn i see you!
Hizashi: remember that um
Hizashi: in the kitchen! when I said i needed to talk to yuo bout somehin but wasn't sure how?
Shouta: i certainly do but Zashi?
Hizashi: Yeha? What's up? 😊
Shouta: i dont mean 2 be rude but r u
Shouta: r u drunk rn? or r u having a stroke?
Hizashi: I might be jsstu a teeny tiny bit drunk atm!
Hizashi: but like i want ot talk to yuo!
Hizashi: I miss you so muhc, shouta
Shouta: i miss u 2? Zashi, r u sure u wanna text when ur drunk? i can let u go
Hizashi: No! No, no, i wnna takl to you!
Hizashi: i feel like I havent talked to yuo in forevver
Shouta: zashi , we can always talk in the morning, u know
Shouta: i can just barely make out what ur even saying to me rn 😟
Hizashi: noooooo i wanna talk to yo NOW
Hizashi: please, Shouta? Pease can I talk to yuo?
Shouta: im honestly surprised u can pick out emojis rn
Shouta: but fine, wht wuld u wanna talk about? what can ur drunken self wanna talk to me about?
Hizashi: how pretty yuo are
Shouta: ...im sorry wht?
Hizashi: Yuore so PRETTY like really supre pretty and it drves me super crazy soemtems yuo know?
Hizashi: i think yuor the prettiest mna ive ever SEEN soemtimes
Hizashi: and i thuought yuo should hear the truth snd the tuth is tht yuore so freakin PRETTY Shouta
Hizashi: like u make me so nervous
Hizashi: so nervous i sometimes dont know wht tu do wiht myself
Hizashi: like ur my closest friend besdies Nema nd Oboro
Hizashi: But ur so freakin pretty, i love how curly ur hair is
Hizashi: ui love ur eyes they're so dark and PRETTY
Hizashi: and i like how u say my nmae sometimes
Hizashi: and i just feel so lucky ur my best frinde
Hizashi: I dont think ive ever been so nervous about someone before
Hizashi: i think even ur BUTT is pretty Shouta
Hizashi: Ur just so so pretty and i just want to tell u that I think youre so freakin pretty that u make me nervous haha!
Hizashi: and i jus dont know wht to say to you sometimes! and i just cant help admiring how pretty yuo are
Hizashi: i dont wanna be a bad friend you know? i dont want to make yuop uncomfortable at all or to hate me
Hizashi: beause your one of my very best friends and i just dont wanna lose you but at the same time yur so pretty that i cant take it sometimes
Hizashi: and i jut sit and think sometimes and wonder why YOU are friend with ME because it just doesnt make snse sometims
Hizashi: but please tell me if youre uncomfortable at all ok? because i want to be a a good friend to yuo
Hizashi: oi want to be there for you the way youve been there for me you know? and i want yuop to know that youre my FAVORITE person in the whole wide world
Hizashi: like yo are totally in the top five of my favorite people in the world and i just wanted to tell you that, you know? i want you to know hat i really do care bout you alot!
Hizashi: u still there? Shouta? did i say somethin wrong? i'm sorry if i did! i'll leave uyo alone if u want?
Hizashi: Shouta?
Shouta is typing...
"Hizashi Yamada!" He jumped, dropping his phone as he looked up to find Nemuri standing in the doorway with a scowl on her face as she made her way into the room. Weaving on her feet, dark purple locks swaying with her movements as she stumbled over to the bed. She scooped his phone up before he could close out the texts and she pouted at him as she turned the screen off. "Come on! We're supposed to be spending the night together! You promised me! One night without Shouta!"
"I swear I was comin' back! I was going to come and sit with you guys again! I promise, no more Shouta tonight! That means you two have to shut up about it too!" He retorted as he shifted to sit up on his knees before wobbling forward with his hands pressing onto his bed. He then crawled forward towards the woman and wrapped his arms around her waist. "C'mon, I'll forget about Shouta for tonight, okay? Okay? Let's go watch some shitty Twilight movies and drink some more?"
Nemuri's neatly groomed brow raised up as she then put his phone on the bedside table. Sighing out as she reached up to cup the back of his head forcing his face forward into her chest. His cheek pressing to the curve of her breast as her hand slid over the top of his head down to his bun. "I'm not trying to be a bitch, Zashi! Just- So much of your life is all-all wrapped up in Shouta Aizawa lately! I just want you to have one night without obsessing over him, you know? Have a fun night with us."
He felt a stab of guilt hit his chest. Had he really been so obsessed over Shouta that much? So much that Nemuri would feel the need to plead her case? It had him tightening his arms around her waist as he slid his hands up her back as he nuzzled his cheek to her breast gently as he looked up at her jaw. "I'm sorry, Nem, I really am. I promise, for the rest of the night I'm yours and Oboro's, okay? I just- I don't think about it, I just wanted to respond to him even if it was a few texts, you know?"
Nemuri sighed out again with her hand sliding over the top of his head gently. An arm wrapped around his shoulders as he fought the urge to turn his face into her chest like he was a small child. There were boundaries and he knew nuzzling his cheek to her breast was possibly pushing a boundary. But she felt so warm. Smelled floral with a hint of rose. Comforting. Familiar. "Fine! Fine, I'm not going to scold you like I'm your mother, okay? I'm too drunk for that shit."
"It'd be pretty weird to be cuddled up to you like this if you were my mom. Or one of them." He got a smack on the back of the head from the woman but it had them both laughing as he pulled his head away from her breast with a soft smile on his lips. He really had promised, hadn't he? Drunk or not, he promised Nemuri no Shouta tonight. "I promise, Nem, I won't even look at my phone again while you guys are here. I promise I won't even talk about Shouta."
"And I promise that Oboro and I will stop teasing you about Shouta. Now, let's go, yeah? I told Oboro I'd bring you back, kicking and screaming if possible, and I can't deny him that." He grinned as the dark purple-haired woman pulled away to allow him to sit back and swing his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up on wobbling legs when Nemuri's arm slid around his waist. In response he curled his arm around her slender shoulders.
"I'll make you another promise and not talk about your sex life either, okay? I know that was a bit of a low blow and you guys were only playing off of what I said and I can't blame you for that." He then paused as they began to walk forward as his knees remained wobbly. Far too loose. And then he grinned at Nemuri. "But I'm not exactly kicking or screaming now, am I? Guess you're gonna be letting your husband down real bad! Though I suppose I can do a little resistance."
"Oh, just do enough to give Oboro a bit of a show, won't you? And I appreciate you not talking shit about me and my husband's sex life for the rest of the night!" The arm around his waist tightened as they padded forward with Nemuri smiling at him with that sparkle to her sky-blue eyes as they crossed the threshold of his bedroom into the small hallway. "And by the way, you'd better make good on your promise! You can text Shouta in the morning after you drink with us, got it?"
"I gotchu loud and clear, ma'am! Now, let me get some water while you grab the wine, okay? And I promise, first thing in the morning I'll apologize to-to Shouta for all my texts! I spammed the poor man but I just wanted to say somethin' you know?" He felt Nemuri's arm tighten around his waist gently as they stumbled into the kitchen together. Moving towards the counter with feet thudding over the floor when he sighed. "I cannot wait to go to bed tonight. It felt so good to lay down."
Again, he felt the arm around his waist tighten as they all but flew into the counter with Nemuri grabbing the wine bottle while he reached up into the cabinet with clumsy hands. Knocking two cups down, he cursed under his breath but grabbed one cup as he and Nemuri turned as one. Making his way to the freezer where he fussed with the ice settings when Nemuri spoke up. "If Shouta can't handle a few drunk texts from you then he's a prude. I for one love your drunk texts!"
"That's because you're drunk at the same time most of the time!" He replied with his grin curling over his lips as ice cubes tumbled into his cup deafeningly. Changing it over to water quickly, he listened to the ice crackle as the water gushed into the cup with a deafening trickling. He hummed as he rocked on his feet before pulling his cup away when he lifted it up to sip at it. And it was heaven on his mouth and throat; so much so he couldn't stop himself from groaning.
"True! But still, I think Shouta will be okay with a few drunk texts from you! But enough about that prude! Let's go get completely hammered and then we'll worry all about the Shouta stuff in the morning, okay? Does that sound like a deal for you?" Nemuri's arm tightened as she lifted the wine bottle up as if it were a peace offering. Something physical for him to agree too when he smiled softly at the dark-haired woman. He could do that much, couldn't he?
"Deal." He then lifted his cup up to sip at the frigid water with ice clicking off the sides of his cup. He could do that. One night. For one night, he could put Shouta out of his head and focus on the here and now with his best friends. He could focus on celebrating the fact that he was so, so close to adopting Izuku. For just one damn night out of the many he spent pining, longing, and wishing he could forget. He could put Shouta on the back burner for once. And he was sure it'd be more than fine. It'd be fine in the morning he was sure of it.
