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“You’re sure you don’t wanna come, Doll?”
Still blissed out from her orgasm, Izumi stretched her legs out and snuggled under the sheets. She always loved it when Hizashi went down on her – he was skilled with his tongue, be it when he was choking on Shouta’s cock or trying to bury his face between her thighs, the blonde never showed anything but sheer enthusiasm.
“No,” she yawned. “I’ve got a shift tonight anyway, I’m working with Tsukauchi on a new case.”
Hizashi put his hairbrush down, satisfied enough to see his long hair falling effortlessly over his right shoulder. He made his way to the bed, already fully dressed for the night and discreet make-up perfectly applied on his eyes, eyelids shimmering a faint gold in the low light of the room. Izumi was still often struck speechless with how beautiful and ethereal the man looked, and she would often join Shouta in admiring the oblivious man, wondering how they got so lucky as to be chosen to share his life. This time was no exception, and Izumi watched with reverence as Hizashi bent his tall frame over the bed, his hair tickling her cheek as he tenderly placed a kiss on her bit-red lips. She sighed, content, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue alongside hers, making her shiver when his piercing rubbed against the sensitive roof of her mouth. She had to slap him away though when his hand darted under the sheets to playfully pinch at a nipple, and he snickered while she rubbed her tender breast with a pout. Before stepping back, he rubbed his nose against hers and pecked her one last time on the lips.
“We’ll try not to have too much fun without you, then!”
He checked his reflection one last time in their vanity, and when he couldn’t find his lip-gloss, he stole Izumi’s, sticking his tongue at her when she scolded him about germs. “Sweetheart, I made you cum with my tongue before making out with you for ten minutes – I can assure you that swapping lipsticks is not the worst thing we’ve done!”
Flustered, Izumi fumbled around the bed covers and chucked at him the first thing she could grab… only to regret it when her lacy panties sadly fluttered to the floor and Hizashi barked out a laugh, blowing a kiss at her before pocketing his keys, ready to leave.
“Kiss Shouta for me!” she yelled at his retreating back, burying herself under their blankets, ready to catch some sleep.
“Will do!”
Their Friday night at the bar was Nemuri’s favorite time of the week. The UA teachers were all sitting around two tables pushed together in the corner of the pub for a little bit of privacy, nursing beers or fruity cocktails, joking around good-naturedly and laughing at the latest gossip they’d heard about themselves from the student body. Nemuri was for her part sipping at a tall glass of apricot juice, being the one in charge of the group this time. Meaning that she watched all her colleagues like a hawk, keeping track of who drank what, and already arranging plans to make sure they would all safely go back home. Plus, she loved being the designated sober babysitter – it meant that her blackmail collection would undoubtedly grow fatter by the end of the night.
Being so attentive to her friends’ safety and so thirsty for blackmail meant that she didn’t miss how close Hizashi kept getting to Shouta, often leaning towards his ear to giggle something. It had gone on all night long, and the blonde now had an arm thrown over the back of the other man’s chair, pale fingers idly playing with dark hair. Nemuri quirked an eyebrow, faintly amused, but didn’t say anything: the two men had always been close, and Hizashi was known to be touchy-feely, so it wasn’t so weird to see him hanging all over his best friend. Usually, Izumi would be here to be the recipient of all his warm, affectionate touches, but when she wasn’t around, by default, Shouta ended up being on the receiving end of grabby hands and hugs. What was odd though was Shouta’s indifference to the whole ordeal as he kept downing beers, and Nemuri was sure that at one point, he even leaned into the hand buried in his hair.
Majima was in the middle of recounting some shenanigans his support students had been up to when she spied Hizashi’s hand trailing down to Shouta’s nape to massage it, and choking on her juice, Nemuri slammed her glass down and promptly called it a night, herding one by one her colleagues out of the pub and into cabs, making sure the ride fee would be paid. Then she turned to send Hizashi and Shouta home – they still were roommates despite Izumi moving in to live with her boyfriend a few years back – and her eyes bulged out.
“He had his tongue so far down Shouta’s throat I thought he was going to suck his lungs out!” Nemuri whisper-yelled at Tensei, hair frazzled and eyes swollen from lack of sleep. She had asked him out for coffee, needing to talk about what she saw with someone that wasn’t hangover and didn’t see the two men daily. Surely, he’d be able to see things from a different perspective and advise her. “Hell,” she hissed, “his hands were down his damn pants and Shouta was just there, moaning as if his life depended on it! If I had not been there, they would’ve fucked right there in the street!”
Yanking nervously at her hair, Nemuri huffed, glaring at her latte. Tensei was frowning, sipping at his tea as he tried to say something, but each time he tried, the words would die on his tongue and his frown would deepen. “I was not expecting that when you called me…”
“Well I was not expecting my friend to cheat on my other friend with their best friend!” the woman snapped, finally taking a sip of her latte, frustrated by the predicament she was in.
“Did you talk with Hizashi?”
Nemuri clucked her tongue, annoyed. “I called him in the morning, the dumbass was completely hungover and didn’t remember half of the night. Shouta was no better…”
Putting his cup down, Tensei tried his best to alleviate her worry, but he was never really the best at it and it showed. “Perhaps—if all parties are unaware and it was all done under the influence, then—perhaps… perhaps it’s best to say nothing?”
Lips pursed, Nemuri mulled it over. She was of a different opinion. Were she in Shouta’s or Hizashi’s shoes, she’d very much like to know what she had been up to while drunk. And what about Izumi? She was a dear friend too, and it didn’t feel right to keep something like that from her. It’s true that she had known Aizawa and Yamada much longer and had only met Midoriya four or so years ago when Hizashi formally introduced his new girlfriend to their group of friends. And it’s also true that, before the woman came into the picture, Nemuri had held hope that the two men would get their shit together and realize they held romantic feelings for each other. But it never happened – Shouta had been too indifferent while Hizashi ended up finding love in the kind Detective Midoriya. It would be unfair to her to keep this secret… and at the same time, Nemuri couldn’t find it in herself to meddle in her friends’ business.
Heaving a sigh, Nemuri felt way older than her thirty-three years. “Alright, I won’t say anything for now… I really hope it was a one-time thing and that these two idiots won’t fuck up.”
“Cheers to that,” Tensei piped up with a crooked smile.
Smacking a hand on his girlfriend’s pert ass, Shouta groaned when she gasped and tightened around his cock. His thrusts shortened and he slowed down, taking pleasure in watching her writhe beneath him as she tried to push back against him. “Shouta,” Izumi whined as he refused to go faster and deeper, teasing her by pulling back every time she shimmied her hips back into his. Izumi was on the verge of her climax, walls fluttering around the cock filling her so perfectly, and she felt she might cry if her lover decided to play his sadistic games now.
She knew he liked to edge her and Hizashi, that he took great pleasure in seeing the tears easily building up in her eyes and the drool slipping out of Hizashi’s mouth when he was too fucked out to properly swallow his saliva. But unlike him, she always managed to get what she wanted in the end, because where the blonde was a brat who relished in being treated roughly, Izumi was a clever girl who knew when to beg prettily.
And beg she did, tears slipping down her pink cheeks as Shouta finally let her come, following close behind with his own climax, whispering dirtily in her ear how cute she was when she asked to be stuffed full.
“Don’t say things like that, pervert,” she mumbled, but Shouta just hummed under his breath, staring at his come seeping out of her puffy lips, and he couldn’t resist pushing it back in with his thumb, massaging the slick walls just to see her try to squirm away from his rough hand.
“See?” he smirked as she stifled a protesting moan, biting into a corner of the sheets. He took pity on her and pulled out his thumb, sucking on it before pecking the apple of her freckled cheek. “Adorable.”
They cleaned up quickly, too lazy to change the dirty sheets, and they were still lounging naked in bed when Hizashi came back home. He puttered loudly around the house, singing out loud as he put away his shoes and bag before he banged the door to the bedroom open, earning himself a scowl from Shouta. They were never getting their deposit back. The blond man stopped on his tracks to the en-suite bathroom and smiled at the picture his two partners made. Clammy skin sticking together, limbs tangled around one another, bitemarks on hard pecs, freckled buttocks beaten red… this was art, in his humble opinion, and he would not mind staring a bit longer. Not even bothering to undress, Hizashi changed his course and crawled onto their big bed, a purr in his voice. “Well, well, well. I see some people had fun!”
He pressed a wet kiss on Izumi’s knee before slithering behind Shouta, pushing his hips against the man’s ass and rubbing the tip of his nose against the hard curve of his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I know I missed the main event, but I wouldn’t mind a repeat,” Hizashi said, looking at the two with lust. Strong pale hands playfully skittered down tan flanks before settling on thick, muscled thighs, fingers digging into the flesh, itching to find a warm hole to play with. If he played his cards well, maybe he could finger his boyfriend while watching him fuck their already ravished girlfriend. That would be a nice treat.
But Shouta snorted and jumped out of the bed, tauntingly stretching his body as he made his way to the bathroom. “Too late Zashi, you should’ve answered your phone when I called. I need to prepare for my patrol, now. I don’t have time for a repeat performance.”
“And I’m definitely too sore for an encore,” Izumi sheepishly added, wincing when she turned on her back and felt the sheets rub against the raw flesh of her bottom.
At the dismayed whine Hizashi let out (“I was at work! How was I supposed to know you were calling for a hookup!”) Shouta smiled at him over his shoulder, gathering his hair into a bun. He wouldn’t have time to wash it, now. Oh, well. Priorities. “Come on, join me in the shower, dorkface.”
It didn’t take more for the blonde to jump to his feet and plaster himself against Shouta’s back, Izumi looking at them fondly.
This time around, Nemuri wasn’t the one in charge of their group of merry drunk teachers, and yet it didn’t stop her from noticing things. She had always prided herself for her high alcohol tolerance, but she suddenly regretted not being able to be completely wasted when she became an unwilling witness to the disaster that was unraveling in front of her.
It had been two weeks since the first time she had caught Hizashi drunkenly making out with Shouta, and even if she hadn’t been intoxicated and her brain fully switched on, she would’ve still struggled to understand what the hell Hizashi was thinking. He was the designated babysitter this time around, and thus completely sober and aware of his surroundings, and yet there he was, a hand casually resting on Shouta’s thigh while his girlfriend was sitting right fucking there.
Perhaps it was time to intervene. Nay, she thought as she saw the hand itching further up the thigh, it was definitely time to intervene. Lurching forward and startling Yagi enough that he choked on his saliva, Nemuri took the last four shots sitting on the tray Sekijirou had paid for and gulped them down like a champ. She then slammed a hand on the table, rattling the empty glasses, and pointed at Shouta. “Oi, Shouta-chaaaan,” she simpered, getting her cleavage on his face, making him recoil in disgust as he tried to shove her away without touching her breasts. “It’s your turn to pay us a round! Bring me something sweet, okay?”
Drunk Shouta was always fun to rile up. He was less grouchy than Sober Shouta, but had even less than a filter than normal, so as everyone rattled off their orders, the man kept dramatically groaning about not being a waiter before he grumpily walked away. As soon as he left the booth, Nemuri stole his place and stuck close to Hizashi’s side, almost climbing onto his lap to ensure he wouldn’t try to move.
“Wow, Nem, you alright?” The blonde tried squirming away from the invasive woman but she refused to let him go far, ensnaring his arm in her own, tightening her hold so much that Hizashi mumbled something about ending up an amputee if she kept on with the garrot-like grip she had on him.
“Yes, yes, peachy! Now, did I tell you about the date I had on Monday?”
“No—”
“It was fabulous.” And she went on to drone about her date – it had frankly not been that spectacular if she was honest, but who cared as long as it meant the man would be too busy feigning interest in her story to look at Shouta. Still, she didn’t miss how he glanced longingly at his best friend when he came back with all their drinks and had to sit across from them when he realized his seat was taken. Not liking that one bit, Nemuri doubled her efforts in keeping Hizashi’s attention off the other male.
What she did miss though was Izumi sneakily slipping out the end of their booth to make her way to the other side of the table to stick close to Shouta, nor did she see the man’s arm wrapping around her waist.
“It’s crazy,” she told Tensei the day after. She was tearing into a muffin, picturing Hizashi’s love-sick eyes. “It’s fucking crazy. She was right there and still he made puppy eyes at their best friend.”
Tensei winced. “I still think we shouldn’t get involved…”
His opinion earned him a venomous glare. “Wouldn’t you like to know if your significant other was cheating on you with your best friend?”
Well, when she put it like that… Tensei gave her that point. “Then talk with Hizashi before doing anything else. I think he should be the one coming clean.”
Tearing a new piece from her muffin, Nemuri huffed. Tensei was right. She should first confront Hizashi and give him a chance to come clean on his own. She didn’t want to be labeled as the friend who wrecked a relationship by butting her nose where it had no business to be. But first, she’d need time to calm down. Otherwise, she might rip Yamada’s limbs and scatter them through the country.
Quiet moments spent lazing around were something Hizashi and Shouta could not often indulge in. They both were workaholics, though the Voice hero at least tried to never bring his work home. They spent a good chunk of the day in the same workplace, but they could rarely get some quiet time just between the two of them – there was always a student needing something, or a colleague not taking the hint and bothering them as soon as they were free. Kayama in particular had been quite horrid these last few weeks, always popping out of nowhere and either annoying Shouta so much he’d decide to leave, or just plainly dragging Hizashi away from his boyfriend, claiming he was needed somewhere. At least they both could still see Izumi as much as usual, though it had been a while since they had all tumbled in the sheets together.
Fingers were idly scratching Hizashi’s head and he purred happily, snuggling deeper into Shouta’s arms. They had just showered and decided to go to bed early as Shouta still had to go on patrol later, and Izumi would be coming back from the precinct after midnight.
“I miss you,” Hizashi whispered, pressing his lips against his lover’s pec, just to feel the steady heartbeat beneath paper-thin warm skin. “I know we see each other at work every day, but I feel like it’s been ages since I could just properly hold you…”
“I know what you mean,” Shouta said, heaving a sigh. “I think I’m going to punch the next person who interrupts our quiet time at school.”
Hizashi huffed, still frustrated at having Kayama hounding him every minute of the day. All for nothing! He couldn’t remember the last time he could just take the time to stare into his lover’s eyes and romance him… at least he still had his dates with Izumi to cheer him up—oh, dates! Feeling excited, Hizashi propped himself up on his boyfriend’s shoulders and brought his face so close to his that their noses almost bashed together. His long hair fell onto Shouta’s face and the man spluttered on it. “We should go on a date! I should be free on Thursday night—it’s your day off from patrols too, right?”
Spitting out the last of Hizashi’s hair and gathering it in his hand to hold in a make-shift ponytail, he pulled the other male closer to lightly kiss him once, and twice, and a third time, just because he could. Hizashi took that as his assent and smiled before lying back down properly. He covered them both with their light blanket despite the chilly night – they quickly found out that three people sleeping in the same bed generated a lot of body heat, and it was more than enough to keep them warm.
“Sleep tight, love.”
Shouta squeezed him in his arms before relaxing. “Mh-hmm…”
Later in the night, the bed dipped and small cold feet brushed against Hizashi’s bare calves. Used to it, the blonde simply moved his legs away as Izumi made herself comfortable. He didn’t open his eyes, simply mumbling “Hi, honey,” when she eventually stopped moving.
“Hi,” she breathed back and Hizashi rolled onto her, trapping the woman under his body to use her as a pillow. Izumi snorted and wiggled a little to free her arms so that she could push Hizashi’s hair out of her face. She quickly braided it and let the thick golden rope drape over his shoulder.
“Did Shou go already?” he asked around a yawn.
“Hm! Don’t worry, I made sure he ate something before he went to work.”
“Good… d’you kiss ‘im fo’ me too?”
Izumi smiled, bringing her arms around the tall, puppy-like man. He shuffled around, until his head was leaning on her shoulder, and butted his forehead against her chin until she took the hint and started to massage his head.
“Yep,” she said. Then, remembering something, she added: “He told me to give you this.”
Curious, Hizashi looked up and Izumi kissed the tip of his nose with a smile. The man blinked before stifling a guffaw into his girlfriend’s neck who slapped at his back. “Stop laughing!” she whisper-yelled as Hizashi shook, turning red. “Zashiiii!”
“Sorry, sorry!” he gasped, wiping at the tears of hilarity clinging to his eyelashes. “It was just so cute, I couldn’t bear it! Izumi, you precious little doll, you’re so adorable—” he rubbed their cheeks together, his nascent stubble catching on soft flesh. “When I’m gonna tell Shouta you actually did that, he’s gonna laugh so hard.”
“Oh my God, is that why he told me to—ugh, you’re both bullies, I swear to God—”
“But come oooon, love, did you really think Shou was serious? He doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body! I can’t believe you still fall for his triiiicks pffhahahaha—”
“—I’m never going to be sweet to you ever, I really swear this time—”
“Babyyy don’t be like that—”
“Sleep! Zashi, sleep!”
Naomasa liked working with Midoriya. She was a good detective, dedicated to her job, and never slacked a day in her life. Any case he had headed with her had been solved without a hitch, and her uncanny analytic skills made her an invaluable partner to have when working on confidential missions. She was greatly appreciated by Underground Heroes who flocked to her when in need of help on hard cases to crack. And so it was no surprise when Eraserhead prowled into the precinct and immediately asked for Detective Midoriya to be put on the case he’d recently taken. It was not the first time he’d work with her, and they actually completed each other nicely as Midoriya seemed to be the only detective around who couldn’t piss Eraserhead off, no matter how many questions she asked. “It’s because unlike some, she knows her shit,” Eraserhead had once crudely said when Naomasa had asked, curious.
But he frankly doubted it was the real reason, now that he just caught the two alone in a backroom, Eraserhead leaning back against a table, hands resting on Midoriya’s hips as she fussed over the cut on his lower lip. It was no secret around the precinct that Midoriya was dating Present Mic – the man sometimes swung by in civilian clothes to take his girlfriend out for lunch, swooping her off her feet and making some of their colleagues giggle about the dreamy couple. And though Naomasa wasn’t so close as to call the hero a friend, he was still offended on his behalf when the man’s known best friend touched his girlfriend so casually… and bit her finger.
“Ouch, Shou!”
The man chuckled before kissing the tip of the finger he had just bitten. “Not my fault, it was too tempting.”
“I was just trying to see the damage to your lip,” the woman pouted before puffing up in righteous anger. “See if I’ll care next time! I hope the next villain will punch you extra hard in the mouth and you’ll lose a tooth.”
The hands around Midoriya’s hips tightened and she was brought closer to the male, and that’s when Naomasa decided to interrupt, obnoxiously clearing his throat. They didn’t so much as jump away from each other, and Eraserhead only looked at him with a blasé air while Midoriya went beet red, and Naomasa looked with disapproval at his colleague and the pro Hero.
“Midoriya-san, Eraserhead, I have the files you asked for.”
He dropped a thin folder on the table and made his way out of the room, not without giving one last glare at the man. Midoriya was at fault too, he guessed, but he was fonder of his bubbly colleague than he was of the wolf in disguise that was the Underground hero. Sighing under his breath, the detective hoped that his colleague knew what she was doing.
Back in the room, Shouta and Izumi exchanged a baffled look. “Did you piss him off the last time you came here?”
The man thought for a moment before shaking his head as he crossed his arms, staring with confusion at his girlfriend. “No more than usual, I guess. Did you do something?”
At the unimpressed look she shot him – it was a dumb question, Izumi was a known cinnamon roll – Shouta just shrugged, ultimately unbothered. “Anyway, back to the case.” And just like that, Izumi straightened her back and took a professional air, just like Shouta did. “That villain’s quirk leaves me perplexed—”
Later that day, when Naomasa met with Midoriya for their daily debriefing, he found it hard to meet her eyes. He was not a judgmental person, and what his colleague did in her spare time was none of his business. Still, being the witness of his colleague’s illicit affair was awkward.
“Is everything alright, Tsukauchi-san?”
“Ah—”
She didn’t let him try to weasel his way out of the conversation, rolling over him. “You’ve been weird all day. Is it something I did?”
Genuine concern poured out of her voice, and Naomasa sighed. Twirling his pen between his fingers, he decided that being honest was the best for both of them. He really liked his partner, and he didn’t want her affair to drive them apart at work. The precinct couldn’t afford for their best team to split over some awkwardness.
“I guess I was just surprised to see you with Eraserhead.”
Midoriya smiled, sheepish. “Ah, sorry about that! We try to stay professional, but Shouta can be a bit playful sometimes…” Truth, his quirk registered, and Naomasa’s cheeks pinked a little with embarrassment. There truly were times when he wished he could just turn off his ability to detect lies because right now, he frankly didn’t want to know about his colleague’s sexcapades. She’s so brazen about it, he thought.
“Oh,” was all he could say, before frowning. Maybe he was crossing a line but… “And Present Mic doesn’t mind?”
His fellow detective blinked owlishly, seemingly confused. “Why would he? Hizashi loves it, to be honest. He wishes Shouta would be like that more often.” Truth.
Huh. That was not what Naomasa had expected. Schooling his face into a blank expression, he pointed to their folders and Midoriya enthusiastically dove into the papers, scribbling notes and filling him in the latest report she got on one of their suspects.
Sex with Hizashi was always like playing the Russian roulette. Unlike Shouta, who mostly liked his sexual encounters dirty and rough, Hizashi could go from wanting soft, lazy lovemaking to wishing to be turned into a toy for pleasure, meant to be used over and over again.
Then, there were times when Hizashi decided to take a leaf out of Shouta’s playbook… but worse. Because their grumpy lover was not much of a talker, favoring actions over words. Hizashi, though… he liked to think of himself as a wordsmith. Albeit a filthy one.
“Fast and dirty, baby doll, that’s how I’m gonna fuck you,” the man growled as he pushed his length down Izumi’s throat, one hand pulling at her green curls, the other holding her jaw wide open as he steadily fed her his flushed cock inch by inch. “Just like Shouta would,” he grinned, drawing a desperate moan from the woman kneeling between his spread legs.
Because that was another thing the blonde liked doing – bringing up their missing lover just to fuel his own desire. While with their boyfriend, he’d always moan about how he craved Izumi’s soft curves and skin to counterbalance the other male’s roughness. This always made the Underground hero work harder to shut him up, because clearly, if Hizashi was coherent enough to wax poetry about their girlfriend’s breasts and hips, then he was fucking him wrong. He was the same with Izumi though, but instead of singing praises about their boyfriend, he’d imagine out loud what Shouta would do if he were with them. And Izumi loved it perhaps even more than Hizashi, getting wetter by the second as soon as their lover was brought up and the limelight hero would just weave a dirty tale about him. It was no secret that Shouta was the only one who could affect Izumi by just glancing at her the “wrong” way – it had been lust at first sight between the two, after all.
Pulling on the curly hair, Hizashi brought the pouty lips to the crown of his dick, painting her lips and chin with shiny smears of pre-cum. When he released his hold on her hair, Izumi took that as permission to mouth at his Jacob’s ladder. “Look at you, baby, so hungry for me… won’t you give me a kiss?”
Eyes lighting up with eagerness, Izumi started to back away from her treat, clammy hands grabbing at his thighs to pull herself up, but Hizashi’s hand swiftly came back to weave into her curls and he harshly tugged at the silky strands to keep her in place and rub once again the dripping head of his cock over her sticky, partly opened-mouth. Reflexively, she darted her tongue out, drawing a shaky breath out of her lover. Understanding finally dawned on her, and Izumi peppered soft kisses along his length, but the blonde tutted. “Kiss me like you mean it, Dollface.”
The command was clear, and Izumi didn’t lose time to obey, rolling her tongue against the angry-red slit, licking messily and closing her mouth around the leaking glans, her lips smacking wetly each time Hizashi’s dick popped out of her hungry mouth.
“Is that how you suck Shouta off? Hmm… he’d be using you like a sleeve right now,” the blonde hissed and Izumi moaned against his frenulum, encouraging him to say more. “I bet you wish it was his fat cock you were drooling over, huh? Just feeling it slid down your throat, cutting your air off… ah, fuck—” he cut himself off and Izumi whimpered, looking up at him with big wet eyes from where she was nuzzling at his piercings. He smiled. “It’s okay baby, I love chocking on Shou’s dick too, aah, yes—” He arched his back a little as Izumi tugged on his piercings with her teeth before sucking on them harshly, and Hizashi abruptly pulled her up, making her straddle his hips as he devoured her mouth, humming when he could only find the taste of his pre-cum. Izumi eagerly pressed back against him, hands running over his bare chest, nails scratching against tight nipples. She was already soaking wet and didn’t hesitate to roll her hips against his, shuddering when she felt the underside of his pierced length rubbing against her clit.
Satisfied from tasting her mouth, Hizashi pulled back and nipped at her bottom lip, tugging on it before licking it and letting go. When Izumi tried to kiss him again, he turned away and bit her cheek, sucked on the smarting flesh before lapping at her chin, tauntingly rubbing the ball of his piercing against the freckled skin. "Is that what you wanted? Hmm?"
She was growing frustrated, he knew it, but it only amused him further, so he taunted her some more: “My cock’s not enough, you wanted to suck on my tongue too, baby?”
It earned him a choked gurgle, tears shining in Izumi’s eyes as she tried and failed to catch his mouth with hers. That made him chuckle. Where Shouta could have her wetting her panties from just one look, Hizashi could have her shaking from just a brush of lips. Izumi loved making out with him, he didn't know if it was because of his pierced tongue or if he was just that skilled at it, but he took great pleasure in knowing the effect he had on his lover. After all, Yamada Hizashi was nothing if not an overachiever, and he thrived in being the best at everything he did.
"Zashi," she mumbled, "please".
That only made the man smirked. "Aw, sweetheart... begging so prettily for me. But—" Forcing her jaw open with two fingers, he pushed against her tongue, uncaring of the drool that started to dribble down his hand. "—I'm not Shouta, you'll only get what I want to give." Then he released his hold and Izumi mewled, teary-eyed. Hizashi could be such a bully...!
He cooed, happy with the sight, before palming her ass. Too bad Izumi wasn’t fond of anal play, because he knew that Shouta would love to eat her ass before pounding into it while Hizashi took care of her pink cunt. She’d look so lovely, her lithe body trapped between theirs, filled to the brim from both sides and unable to escape the pleasure they’d bring her… Chasing away his little fantasy, the blond man stood without warning, and from one second to the next, Izumi found herself laid out on their dining table, panting and moaning as Hizashi did just like he promised – fuck her fast and dirty. The table was left wobbly on its feet when they were done, and they were still both panting from the session when they heard slow claps from the entryway. Shouta was leaning against their corridor’s wall, eyes brimming with desire. There were some tears in his suit, but he seemed otherwise uninjured, and both Izumi and Hizashi shuddered as the man approached, shedding his clothes with each new step he took towards them.
“Nice performance,” he said before wrapping his right hand into Hizashi’s throat to roughly pull him back against his chest, snaking his left one around his boyfriend to grab Izumi’s plush thigh tightly and hoist her closer to them, almost tugging her off the edge of the table. Hizashi rubbed his bare ass against the dark-haired male’s straining boner, already ready to go for another round, like the eager slut he always was for his lovers, while Izumi groaned, letting her head fall back against the table as she whined about over-sensitivity and needing a break. Still, she dutifully wrapped her legs around them both.
Satisfied, Shouta let his capture weapon levitate in the air, ready to help him arrange his lovers to his taste. “Now, let’s see if we can actually break the table.”
“Oh God, did you two bring work home?”
The childish accusation in Hizashi’s voice was funny, but the two dark-heads winced as he came into view, his usually cheerful features pulled into a tight frown. It was 1 am, and their energetic lover was knackered from a day split between his duties as a hero, his duties as a teacher, and his duties as a radio host. Their household didn’t have many rules, but the most important one – the one Hizashi had insisted upon when he first started dating Shouta, and had beaten into Izumi’s thick skull when she had joined their relationship – was that work was meant to stay at work. Period. No excuses. If he could manage three jobs in a day and still come back home without files, then so could Izumi and Shouta.
It was 1 am, Hizashi was knackered from a day split between three jobs, and he was not amused. When his lovers exchanged a long look, seemingly conveying words by just raising their eyebrows and tilting their heads every which way, Hizashi got surprisingly angry and breathed in sharply before releasing a great gust of air. “Forget it, I’m going to bed.”
While he changed into his pajamas, he heard them whispering quickly at each other, papers ruffling in the background, and Hizashi felt like a child wanting to throw a tantrum, but he couldn’t care less. Burrowing under the covers, the anger slowly left him only to leave a strange hollowness behind. The mattress dipped behind him, and strong arms coiled around his waist as Shouta clung to him like a barnacle, lips pressed to his nape as he wordlessly soothed him.
The wooden floor creaked, and Hizashi knew that Izumi was standing in the doorframe, worried. She was undoubtedly wringing her hands or pulling on the hem of her too-big shirt, biting her lips raw to staunch off an avalanche of mutterings.
“Sorry,” he whispered, voice a bit croaky from trying not to cry. “I don’t know why I’m so upset…”
The arms around him tightened and he could feel Shouta’s sharp inhale, his chest expanding against his back. “No, baby, we’re sorry. We disregarded the one thing you asked from us.”
“Um!” Izumi agreed vigorously from the doorway. “We were real assholes, sorry Zashi…”
That made him snort, because Izumi rarely swore, and it was more endearing than anything else when she tried to play tough. Then Hizashi frowned and propped himself up on an elbow. “The hell are you still doing all the way out there, dollface?”
“Ah, um—” and now that he could see her, eyes darting everywhere but to Shouta and him, dancing from one foot to the other and body angled as if she was ready to leave the room, Hizashi felt numb. He opened his arms wide, beaconing her to him, and the relief in her eyes was so obvious that it made the strange hollowness come back tenfold and it hurt to see his lover so hesitant and yet relieved. Once she was tucked in his arms, button nose pressed to the hollow of his throat, with Shouta’s arms engulfing both of them, Hizashi finally felt at ease.
“I love you,” he stated firmly, squeezing her against him and pushing back against Shouta’s warm chest. “Both of you.”
And because Shouta was clumsy with words, he simply took his hand and kissed the pulse at his wrist, before reaching for Izumi to entangle their fingers together, bringing them to rest on Hizashi’s heart. Shouta sighed, content, and Izumi trembled, like she often did when feeling too much at once, and mumbled against Hizashi’s throat, “Love you both, too.”
He pecked the crown of her head and turned slightly to kiss Shouta’s stubbly jaw. “Convo time tomorrow?” He said, and both his lovers agreed. It was something they had learned early in their three-way relationship: nothing came easy, feelings were messy, and if they wanted to last, communication was the key. Clearly, they were all in need of a good talk to reassure each other of their love, but also talk about what hurt them and made them insecure. But Hizashi knew that they’d weather everything – they had to, because his heart wouldn’t be strong enough to bear losing one of them.
The thing is, polyamory is messy. And—well—neither Shouta nor Hizashi ever imagined they would one day be able to love more than one person. So when Izumi pushed herself into their lives, making herself somewhat fit somewhere where no puzzle pieces had been missing, it had been hard. They all had their doubts and insecurities. Would Shouta’s aloofness eventually push his lovers away? Was Hizashi so self-centered that his lovers would just one day up and leave? Was Izumi truly welcome into this tight-knit relationship, or was she just supposed to be a satellite, orbiting around two shiny stars?
The other thing is—you might love two people equally, but you’ll never love them the same way. It was another hard-learned truth they had to make their peace with. Izumi’s love for Shouta was born from lust which then turned into a passionate fire. It had been sheer desire that pushed her into wanting to learn the curves of his body before learning the shape of his heart. Her love for Hizashi, on the other hand, was like a flower: it bloomed as if a seed had always been planted in her heart, just waiting to be bathed in his warm sunlight. Shouta’s love for Hizashi was something deep-rooted, not easily shaken, their old friendship and familiarity engrained so deep within him that it was only natural that he’d one day wake up and feel more. And, ironically enough, his love for Izumi stemmed from the temptation of the unknown, burning with the desire to feel something other than the comforting touch he’d been so used to. And Hizashi… well, Hizashi had always been too careless with his heart. He fell fast and hard, with no return point. It was like he blinked and, oh, there came love. He had admired Shouta for so long that it only felt logical to go from solely loving his strength of character to loving him wholly. With Izumi though… it had been the easy flow of their conversation, the easy smiles, the easy banter, the easy everything. Being with her had been so much easier than anything he had ever done before, it had clicked, and Hizashi had fallen.
He had been the one to tell Shouta he wanted her by his sides. Hizashi had felt confident too because he wasn’t blind and he had seen the yearning in his lover’s eyes – a yearning that matched his and Izumi’s. And Hizashi had always been known for his lack of self-control. He was like a child at times – seeing and wanting and taking. Sometimes, he was still riddled with guilt, because—what if Shouta had caved only because Hizashi had been selfish and wanted her? And then he’d feel even guiltier because Izumi did not deserve her presence within their relationship to be second-guessed. He wasn’t dumb. He could see the moments when she would withdraw, trying to disappear in the background when she felt like her presence was not wanted.
“Well, what did you expect?” Shouta had once told him when he shared his worries before they established their ‘Convo Rule’. “You’re always acting so envious when we’re together and you’re not with us. You’re a possessive little shit,” the other man had pointed out. “But you need to understand that it’s not because we spend time together alone that we don’t love you anymore.”
And so Hizashi had tried to better himself. And it had worked, too! Or, at least, that’s what he had thought until Kayama decided one day to rain on his parade.
“What do you mean?” he asked, furrowing his brows.
They were in his classroom. School had just let out for the day, and he’d been doing some last-minute grading before going home.
“I’m afraid I can’t be clearer than that – stop being a complete asshole to your girlfriend and lay off Shouta.”
Pulling his shades off, he stared at her with narrowed eyes, feeling ticked off. The nerve she had! He hadn’t been able to spend quality time with his boyfriend at work in weeks because of her, and now she came waltzing in his classroom to tell him off? What the fu—“Nemuri, you’re a dear friend, but keep your nose out of my business, will ya?” He had tried to keep his tone cordial, but he could feel his patience reaching a threshold.
“Well, your business becomes my business when you’re hurting my friends!” the woman hissed, refusing to back down.
That did it. Offended, the man yelled, keeping a tight leash on his Quirk. “The fuck, Nemuri? I’m not hurting anyone!”
Kayama sneered. “Yeah? Tell that to Izumi and Shouta. Your actions are despicable, I can’t believe you, Yamada. Tch.”
With that, the woman turned on her heels and left the room, banging the door close on her way out. Sitting at his desk, still holding onto his red marking pen, Hizashi was left to wonder what she had seen about his lovers that he had been too stupid to catch on his own.
“Fucking self-centered prick,” he muttered under his breath, eyes burning beneath closed lids.
Try as he might, it seemed that all he ever managed to do was to screw up.
Something was wrong with Hizashi. He kept sighing forlornly, kept trying to evade their touches, and kept getting misty-eyed for no reason. Fed-up, Shouta put his spatula down, turned off their stove, and sat at the table across from his partner. He had been staring into his mocha for five minutes, and that was not normal behavior. “Alright, dorkface. Spit it out.”
Fingers danced around the mug as Hizashi bit his lips. He often did that when he was trying to organize his thoughts before blurting out whatever crossed his mind. After long seconds of silence, he finally huffed a breath and, without looking up from his tepid mocha, asked, “Am I being too clingy again?”
Frowning, Shouta got up, went around the table, and pushed Hizashi’s chair so that he could sit on his lap. “Hey,” he said softly, hands coming up to cup his boyfriend’s face. “You’re never too clingy. Who put that idea in your head?”
Hizashi muttered “I don’t know,”, shrugging, but Shouta would have none of that. “I don’t care what anybody says, they don’t get to pass judgment on you, you hear me? Nobody, not even me or Izumi.” He brought their foreheads together, rubbing his thumbs under the blonde’s tired eyes. He had obviously been losing sleep about it. “You get to express yourself however you like, and if that’s through clinging to us like an octopus, I don’t fucking care. I’ll always love you as you are.”
Biting his lips, this time to choke back a sob, Hizashi mumbled, “Shou…”
And Shouta smiled fondly. “You silly dork.”
“I’m your dork though,” the other man cried.
A snort, followed by a peck on pouting lips. “Of course, you are.”
“And I’m totally telling Izumi you’re actually a closet-romantic—”
“That’s a lie and you know it.”
They continued to bicker for a while, forgetting about the mocha and the batter of pancakes still waiting to be cooked. When Izumi came back from lunch with her mother, she found them sitting on their living room carpet, playing with their old cat. Surprised to finally see Hizashi out of his funk, she shot a questioning glance at her dark-haired boyfriend who subtly made an “ok” sign with his left hand. Relieved, she flopped down on the couch like a dying whale and happily played with their hair.
“We’re still on for tonight’s date, right?”
Hizashi nodded vigorously, yelping when Izumi’s fingers caught on tangles. “Yep, yep! I’m gonna make myself sooo pretty for you, babes!”
“Aw,” she cooed. “You’re always pretty!”
Shouta groaned and got up. “Oh God, you’re both dorks. I’m leaving before you contaminate me.”
“You’re the prettiest, Shouta! Always, always, always!” Izumi yelled at his retreating back, followed by Hizashi’s enthusiastic, “Yeah, the prettiest snack, I could eat you up!”
Feeling playful – and perhaps he was a dork, too – Shouta swayed his hips and patted his butt, looking at them over his shoulder with one of his awful, serial-killer-like smiles. “That’s right guys, I’m ready for the runway.”
“Oh my God—I’m dYING—”
“Wait wait, where’s my phone!”
“—I’m fucking swooning, someone catch me—”
“I can’t belie—why do I never have my phone when he—uuugh, so unfair!”
The January night was a bit chilly as they all pressed together on the sidewalk, deciding on where they should be going. It was a usual Friday night between the UA colleagues, with the addition of Tsukauchi and Iida. Both hadn’t meant to impose on the group, but they’d been dragged there by their insistent friends – Nemuri because she wanted Tensei to finally see what she was talking about when it came to Hizashi and Shouta’s affair, and Izumi had insisted Naomasa needed to breathe fresh air and celebrate their latest win on what had been deemed a cold case.
“I want to do a Karaoke night, it’ll be fun,” Hizashi argued, distractedly raising an arm to let Izumi huddle closer to his side as she burrowed her face in her red scarf, shaking in her boots despite her thick coat. “Plus we already went bowling two weeks ago. Let’s take a vote! I need at least five people for a fun night!”
“I’d rather just get drinks,” Shouta grumbled, which earned him a slap on the arm from the blond man and a yell of “betrayal!”.
Unrepentant, Aizawa asked who wanted to join him at their usual bar, and people started to divide into two groups. In the end, Hizashi was joined by Izumi who dragged her reluctant colleague with her (“You need to lighten up Tsukauchi-san, come on!”), Yagi, as well as Tensei, who was forced to come after losing at rock-paper-scissors with the English teacher.
“I don’t even sing well,” the man complained as Nemuri laughed at him, already turning on her heels and leading her group towards their usual bar.
“Take videos for me, guys! I need new blackmail material!” the woman yelled from down the street, Majima hushing her so she won’t disturb the neighborhood. They disappeared around a corner, Sekijiro lazily trailing after them.
Fiddling with his brand new phone, Yagi turned to Hizashi for some directions. “So, where to Mic?”
“There’s this nice karaoke room I’ve been wanting to try near the train station!”
Yagi perked up and started to search for the address on his phone. “The students show me today how to use the GPS on my new phone. I could lead the group if you want?”
A chorus of affirmatives answered him, and the older man smiled as he started going the wrong way, only to be stirred on the right path by an amused Tsukauchi who leaned over his shoulder to look at the GPS and re-explained to the retired hero how it worked. Tensei was about to follow but caught sight of Shouta still planted in the middle of the street, talking in hushed tones with Hizashi while Izumi nodded along. Shouta’s fingers were loosely tangled with Izumi’s, who was swinging their hands back and forth like an excited child. Then, Aizawa softly kissed Yamada, who happily leaned into it, and when the dark-haired man turned towards her, Midoriya went on her tiptoes and kissed him too. When they separated, Hizashi said something Tensei couldn’t catch, but it made the other two snicker before Aizawa waved at them and hurriedly went down the street to join his own group. When Tensei caught Hizashi’s eye, the man didn’t look the least bit sheepish or horrified, only smiled at his friend and jogged towards him to shove him forward. “C’mon TenTen, I must hear your talent.”
He sputtered, still a bit surprised by the display he witnessed. “I don’t have any talent,” he protested, but Hizashi wouldn’t hear any of it. They spent the rest of the night making fun of everyone who took the mic, and Tensei dutifully recorded the voice hero making a fool of himself while he serenaded his blushing girlfriend.
When Tensei met with Nemuri at their next coffee date, he didn’t say anything about his observations, deeming that if their friends had kept quiet, it had been for a reason.
Things were still a bit cold between Hizashi and Nemuri, but it didn’t prevent them from planning their yearly collaboration at school. Needing space to spread out all their ideas, they agreed to meet at Hizashi’s on the weekend, and Nemuri brought her portable whiteboard and several stacks of foreign magazines. This year, they had decided to have a joint lesson on how to craft the best hero persona internationally while analyzing interviews from American heroes.
The man’s flat was as cozy as ever, and Shouta’s fat cat was purring somewhere under the coffee table. Nemuri had never really understood why the dour man had decided to stay Hizashi’s roommate when Izumi moved in with her boyfriend but never prodded. She knew how rent in this district could go crazy, and she was sure all three of them were happy to save money by staying together in the rather large flat.
Izumi had joined them in the living room, stealing some magazines for herself as she avidly went through the interviews and offered some analytical help when then two teachers were stuck. She otherwise kept to herself, quietly gushing over the foreign heroes.
“Sunfire’s interview is interesting because it talks about the trauma he dealt with after last year’s earthquake,” Hizashi pointed out as he leafed through one of the magazines. “I think the kids need to deal with the less glamorous aspect of heroics… oh, and there’s also a spread on Blue Patriot that I wanted to make them analyze.”
Nemuri hummed under her breath, takings notes on the whiteboard. “Yeah, that one is pretty good to show them how to tastefully avoid invasive questions from the media.”
They continued shooting ideas back and forth until no space was left on the whiteboard and Nemuri needed to switch her laptop on to take some more notes. She was in the middle of explaining why they should take the time to include an analysis of the hero ranking system overseas when Shouta stumbled into the room, eyes still half-lidded and hair tangled around his face.
“Oh, hey Shouta, I brought some bagels with me!”
The man grunted in reply and instead of making a beeline for the food as he usually would, he plopped himself onto the couch and laid down across Izumi’s and Hizashi’s legs, his head resting on the woman’s thighs.
Hizashi seemed concerned and patted the man’s shins. “You okay, Shou?”
“Still got a bit of a headache ‘n my throat is sore…”
Izumi tutted and brushed his hair out of his face, and Nemuri could now see the faint flush of his cheeks. “Ah, I shouldn’t have left you alone in bed… Nemuri, could you pass me the meds on the kitchen table please?”
“Oh, uh, sure.”
That done, the art teacher sat back down and silently observed her three friends. When Hizashi brought a hand up to feel Shouta’s forehead, the sick man immediately leaned into the touch and clamped a hand around the wrist so that he wouldn’t move away. He sighed, sounding content.
“The best of both worlds,” he mumbled, and Hizashi puffed out a laugh while Izumi tried to coax him up so that he could drink some water with his pills. When he was done, he laid back down, burrowing into the detective’s stomach, but not before kissing Hizashi’s wrist. Soon, he was sound asleep, and Nemuri could only blink at the picture they all made.
Something finally clicked, and she groaned, letting her head fall between her knees. These idiots. These fucking idiots. Making her worry for months on end for nothing.
“Oh God, I hate you guys.”
“I didn’t do anything!” was Hizashi’s outraged whisper.
Straightening her back, Nemuri threw her ponytail over her right shoulder and readjusted her glasses with a severe frown. “You could’ve told me you were all dating!”
Izumi blinked owlishly, confused, and Hizashi tilted his head from right to left, seemingly trying to decipher the hidden meaning behind her words. The two lovers looked at each other, then back at Nemuri, then back at each other.
“Didn’t we tell them—”
Izumi hurriedly nodded. “I’m sure we did—”
“And, like, we’re super obvious—”
“Yeah, I mean, we never hid it—”
The blonde held up a finger, as if trying to make a point. “Plus I’ve been with Shouta since high school and—”
“—and you made a big deal about introducing me to everyone!” Izumi finished for him.
“Yeah, exactly!”
“Hold on a sec.” Nemuri stared at the blond man, bug-eyed. “You’ve been with Shouta since when, now?”
Hizashi stared at her as if she was growing a second head. “Last year of high school? Don’t you remember? It was after Shouta said he’d rather date me than any girl in our class.”
“How is that supposed to mean—ugh, never mind, I’m surrounded by idiots…” Frustrated, she balled a piece of discarded paper and threw it at Hizashi’s face who yelped as he tried to bat it away and missed. “I can’t believe you made me worry for nothing… all this time I thought you were a dirty cheat!
“What?!”
“Hizashi?! Nooo way—”
Gasping in horror, the blond man jumped to his feet and pointed an accusing finger at his colleague. “IS THAT WHY YOU KEPT BEING HORRID TO ME?”
The paintings on the walls trembled and Izumi tried to temper her boyfriend. “Ah, Zashi, inside voice!”
“UUGH, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”
“Well if you had been clear from the get-go about your relationships—”
“Nemuri.”
Shouta’s groggy voice shut them all up as they turned their focus to the sick man. “Thanks for trying to watch out for us… but next time you upset my boyfriend, there will be hell to pay.”
Chastised, the woman pouted but offered a meek apology. Then Shouta rose from the couch and grumpily made his way back to the bedroom. “You should go home, Nemuri. I want to cuddle with my partners, you hogged them long enough.”
Izumi quickly trotted after him to make sure he wouldn’t collapse, and Hizashi helped Nemuri pack all her stuff. He kept a stack of magazines that he needed to go through and showed her to the door with a tin filled to the brim with freshly baked cookies, as was their tradition when she dropped by.
She took the container, sheepish. “Sorry about making your life hell these last few months…”
Hizashi sighed and rubbed the back of his head, tired. “I won’t lie, it kinda hurt… I thought you knew about our relationship, and what you said, well… it just dredged up some old insecurities.” He waved a hand reassuringly when he saw his friend about to apologize once again. “It’s okay, I know you just wanted to protect them, and for that, I’m grateful. Just… perhaps try and be more blunt the next time you need to accuse me of something?”
She slapped his arm, smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind. But you three should really work on how you introduce your relationship to people! I swear we all thought you and Izumi were an item and that Shouta was just both your best friend. It leads to serious misunderstandings, sheesh, I felt like I was witnessing a soap opera.” She sighed, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. “I lost so many hours of beauty sleep on you guys…”
This tore a snicker out of the man before he stopped abruptly, growing a bit pale. “Oh shit.”
“What?”
“Oh shiiiit!”
Without explaining himself, Hizashi left her at the door and ran to the bedroom, short of using his Quirk as he yelled: “DOLLFACE! DID YOU TELL YOUR MOM WE’RE ALL TOGETHER?”
Silence reigned for a few seconds as Izumi seemed to quietly explain something before something crashed in the bedroom and Shouta could be heard laughing through wet coughs as Hizashi continued to yell “OH MY GOD, THIS EXPLAINS SO MANY THINGS! YOUR MOM TOTALLY THINKS YOU’RE DATING SHOUTA AND I’M YOUR SIDE-PIECE, DOESN’T SHE? DOESN’T SHE?!”
With a sigh, Nemuri closed the door of the flat and made her way downstairs. Yep. A bunch of idiots.