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The training exercise had been awesome!! The students did great, but bummer—Shouta gave them zero points for not figuring out the villain wasn't actually dead. But really, who would've guessed that? Either way, they headed back to the dorms after their day was done, leaving just him and Shouta to tidy up the training area. Their colleagues had taken off to do their own thing.

"—And then I said—"

He'd started the story a while ago and had gotten a bit off track, but he was still getting to the point. Shouta, as usual, was listening impatiently, nodding along with Zashi's animated storytelling. Zashi couldn't help but snort at Shouta's expression, exasperation and fondness that he'd grown so accustomed to over the years. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting Shouta's, and suddenly the air between them felt charged with an unspoken tension.

"Can we talk?" Shouta blurted out, uncharacteristically sudden.

Hizashi raised his eyebrows, surprised by the sudden request.

"Sure! What's on your mind?" he replied, lowering his volume when he noticed the serious look on Shouta's face. He leaned against a nearby wall, giving his friend his full attention. Something in the man’s demeanour made Hizashi's heart sink, nervousness settling in his stomach. Was this about… He was so sure that had been a dream, though!

Shouta took a deep breath, his dark eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made the blonde's breath catch in his throat. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and hesitant, "About that night... after the party..."

“Oh.”

His heart began to race, memories of that hazy night flooding back. He remembered the warmth of Shouta next to him, the surprise on his face when he’d told him he loved him... But had it really happened? Or was it just another dream created from years of unrequited feelings? His usual confidence wavered when he met the man’s eyes, feeling like a coward because he wanted nothing more than to run away in the moment. His palms grew sweaty, and he resisted the urge to fidget or run a hand through his hair – a nervous habit he'd developed. The silence between them seemed to stretch on forever, each second feeling like centuries had passed. His mind ran rings around him, replaying every moment of that night, trying to decipher Shouta's expression, searching for any hint of what was to come.

He took a deep in take of breath, steeling himself for whatever his friend was about to say. He hated it, but he was scared.

He’d liked Shouta for what felt like forever. It had started as a small crush when they were teens, a flutter in his stomach whenever Shouta gave one of his rare smiles. Over the years, that feeling had only grown stronger, deeper. Even though he knew the man would never be his. Every shared moment, every late-night patrol, every exasperated sigh from Shouta at one of his jokes - they all added up to years of longing.

Hizashi had gotten used to ignoring these feelings, convincing himself that their friendship was enough for him. But now, faced with the fact that he’d accidentally revealed his true feelings whilst drunk, of all times, all those years of pent-up emotion threatened to overflow.

It had never been enough, but he'd always been determined to settle for it.

"I've been thinking about it," Shouta started, measured, like he didn’t want to hurt any feelings. "And I'm still not sure what to do."

"It's okay, really! Can we just forget about it? Please?"

He hated begging, but it was all he could do.

"I like you too—no, that's not right. I love you too."

"I really don't want things to be weird between us—" He stopped mid-sentence, his brain finally catching up. "Wait, what?"

Hizashi blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to process the words that had come from his friend’s mouth. Had he really said...? His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure Shouta could hear it. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he just stared at Shouta, green eyes wide with disbelief, gaping like a fish. He felt dizzy and breathless. Joy, disbelief, and a touch of fear all collided within him, creating a chaotic song in his chest. His heart, which had been racing moments ago, now felt like it might burst from sheer happiness.

Years of yearning, stolen glances, and suppressed feelings culminated in this single, perfect moment.

Yet, beneath the joy and the excitement, a hint of doubt lingered. Was this real? Could Shouta truly reciprocate his feelings? After all this time? It honestly seemed too good to be true, like a dream he was afraid to wake up from. Hizashi felt vulnerable, exposed, as if Shouta could see right through him, reading every hope and fear etched across his face. He wanted to pinch himself, just to check.

Despite the turmoil, one feeling rose above the rest: an overwhelming sense of love. It washed over him like a warm tide, filling his entire being. This was Shouta, his best friend, his partner, the man who’d always had his back, who he'd loved for so long.

And now, impossibly, wonderfully, Shouta loved him back.

"Hizashi? Can you say something?" He prompted, sounding uncertain, snapping Hizashi back to reality.

"Sorry—I'm just—I don't really know what to say.”

"If you've changed your mind—" the man began, a hint of worry creeping into his tone.

Without thinking, Hizashi closed the gap between them. He cupped Shouta's face in his hands and pressed their lips together.

It was everything he’d always dreamt of.

It was soft and tender. Shouta's lips were surprisingly warm against Hizashi's, slightly chapped but inviting. Time seemed to stand still as they melted into each other. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of this. His heart raced, fingers trembling slightly against Shouta’s cheeks. He could feel the scratch of stubble against his palms, a sensation so familiar yet now so different. His scent overpowered his senses—a mix of coffee, fabric softener, and something that was so uniquely him—enveloped Hizashi, making him so happy that his head spun.

As they pulled apart, both slightly breathless, he opened his eyes to see Shouta's face flushed, his usually stoic expression slack, vulnerable and open. Their gazes locked, and in that moment, Hizashi saw all the love and affection he'd longed for reflected back at him in his friend’s dark eyes.

"Wow," Hizashi whispered, a giddy smile spreading across his face. "That was..."

"Yeah," Shouta agreed, his voice husky. A rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips, making Hizashi's heart skip a beat.

They stood there for a moment, foreheads touching, basking in the warmth of each other. He couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle after a moment, heart overflowing with unbridled joy. He gently brushed a strand of hair from Shouta’s face, marvelling both at how the moment felt so perfect and how beautiful he looked up close. “So,” he murmured, extraordinarily quiet compared to his usual volume, “what happens now?”

His friend’s—well, they aren’t really friends now are they—whole face softened even more somehow, amusement dancing in his eyes, “Well,” he started, the word drawn out, “I suppose we could start by going on an actual date?”

Hizashi felt himself light up, a signature grin spreading across his face, “A date? With you? Shouta, I thought you’d never ask!”

The man rolled his eyes at that, but the fondness in his expression betrayed his true feelings, “Don’t make me regret this already,” he teased.

“No take-backs!” The blonde laughed. He reached to intertwine his fingers with Shouta’s, amazed at how natural it already felt. “So, where are you taking me, hot stuff?”

Shouta raised an eyebrow. "Who says I'm taking you anywhere? You're the one who confessed first."

"Fair point," Hizashi he conceded, already trying to think of date ideas. "How about that new ramen place downtown? I hear they have a cat café next door. We could grab dinner and then hang out with some furry friends. It's perfect for you!"

A small smile tugged at Shouta’s lips. "That... actually sounds nice," he admitted.

Hizashi beamed. "It's a date then! But first..." He leaned in, pressing another soft kiss to Shouta's lips. "I've been waiting years to do that. I think I need to make up for lost time."

As they kissed again, slower and deeper this time, Hizashi couldn't help but think that sometimes, reality was even better than dreams.

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The mirror warped his reflection as he gazed at himself—or maybe it was just his own perception. Shouta groaned, peeling off the shirt he'd chosen and surveying the clothes scattered across his room. Hizashi would be there to pick him up in—he checked his phone—20 minutes, and he still hadn’t settled on an outfit for their date.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling in his chest. This wasn’t like him at all. Usually, he’d throw on whatever was clean and comfortable without a second thought, but tonight was different. He wanted to look good for Hizashi, to show him that he cared as much as he did, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone. Emotions ran rampant within him, excitement soaring in his chest at the thought of spending the evening with the man, not as friends or colleagues, but as something more.

He felt like a teenager with their first crush, his stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The unfamiliarity of his feelings and the situation left him feeling slightly off-kilter. There was also a hunt of vulnerability that he wasn’t at all used to.

Opening up was hard, but opening up his *heart—*even to someone he trusted as much as Hizashi—felt impossible. Despite all of the conflict warring inside of him, an underlying warmth permeated his whole self. It was the same warmth he felt every time Hizashi smiled at him, or when he sneakily brushed his hand against Shouta’s and pretended it was an accident.

With a frustrated sigh, Shouta turned back to his closet, eyeing his remaining options. He pulled out a dark blue button-up shirt he'd forgotten he owned—a gift from Nemuri last Christmas. It wasn't his usual style, but maybe that was exactly what he needed tonight; after all, going on a date wasn't his usual style either. He slipped the shirt on, buttoning it up with slightly trembling fingers. Glancing in the mirror again, he had to admit it looked good on him, unfamiliar as it was. The colour brought out his eyes, and the fit was far more flattering than his usual loose clothing. This whole experience seemed to be far from his norm.

As he gave himself a final once-over, Shouta couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here he was, Eraserhead, the underground hero known for his rationality and no-nonsense attitude, fussing over his appearance like a teenager before prom. But then again, Hizashi had always had a way of bringing out sides of him he didn't even know existed.

With one last deep breath, he grabbed his keys and wallet. Right on cue a knock sounded on the door.

Answering the door, he felt an unusual flutter of nerves as he met Hizashi's gaze. His breath caught—Hizashi looked incredible. Shouta's eyes traveled appreciatively over his date's form, taking in the snug skinny jeans and the even tighter red shirt that clung to his torso.

"You look..." He trailed off, his jaw dropping slightly. Hizashi grinned and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You look sexy as hell too!"

Shouta rolled his eyes affectionately at Hizashi's choice of words, a warm blush creeping across his face.

Hizashi's smile softened, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Ready to go, handsome?" he asked, offering his arm. Shouta hesitated for a moment, unused to such open displays of affection. He wasn't particularly fond of PDA, but… for Hizashi, he made an exception. With a slight smile, he linked their arms together. They stepped out of his apartment together, locking up before heading down the hallway. As they emerged outside, the cool evening air enveloped Shouta, gently tousling his hair. He drew in a deep breath, savouring it. The night air always had a different feel and scent to it.

"Your chariot awaits!" Hizashi announced with a flourish, gesturing towards the car parked nearby. His theatrical tone coaxed a smile from Shouta as they made their way to the vehicle.

The blonde opened the door for him, waiting for Shouta to slip inside and settle before shutting it and bounding around to the driver's side. Shouta sighed contentedly as he settled into the warm seat of Hizashi's sports car, his eyes roaming over the smooth dashboard. It was spotless—clearly cleaned in preparation for their date. The effort Hizashi had put into making even his car look nice made Shouta's heart skip a beat.

Hizashi slid into the driver's seat and turned to Shouta, his face lit up with an ear-to-ear grin. "Ready?"

Shouta nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "As I'll ever be," he replied softly. Hizashi started the car, the engine purring to life, vibrating beneath them. They buckled their seatbelts before they pulled out onto the road. The traffic wasn't too bad for a Friday evening, though the ramen place they were heading to would likely be bustling and full of life. Even though he had reservations about visiting a crowded place, Shouta was willing to go for Hizashi's sake.

As they drove, Shouta found himself gazing out the window to admire the sights flying past them, watching the city lights blur into streaks of colour against the darkening sky. The familiar calm of his neighbourhood gradually gave way to the bustling downtown area of Musutafu, glowing pub signs and crowded streets coming into view. He observed couples walking hand in hand, groups of friends laughing together, such a stark difference between the two groups. That was how different it would be for he and Hizashi now. His eyes flickered to the man, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlight. The mans features were softened in the dim light of the car, a small smile playing on his lips—like it always did—as he focused on the road.

Shouta felt a powerful surge of affection, and not just that, attraction. His gaze lingered on Hizashi’s lips, captivated. His feelings, even though they were familiar, felt new in this context—and somewhat overwhelming, as a lot of things often were for him. Yet as he watched the man beside him, Shouta knew with certainty that they were right.

After a moment, his hand found its way to Hizashi's knee, an action he found surprisingly comfortable. Hizashi glanced at him curiously, his eyes filled with an expression that made Shouta's heart melt, knees weak even while seated. With a gentle squeeze of Hizashi's knee, he turned his gaze back to the window, noting they were nearing their destination.

The restaurant, "Noodle Haven," came into view. Its warm, inviting storefront stood out among the other establishments. Tables inside already crowded, a testament to its popularity. The aroma of rich broth and freshly cooked noodles wafted through the open window, making Shouta's stomach growl in anticipation. Next door, as Hizashi had mentioned, was the cat café. Its large windows allowed passersby to peek in at the felines lounging on various perches and platforms. Shouta felt a flutter of excitement at the prospect of visiting after their meal.

Hizashi manoeuvred the car into a nearby parking spot, his face lit up with enthusiasm. "We're here!" he announced, turning to Shouta with a grin. "Ready for some of the best ramen in town?"

Shouta hummed thoughtfully. "Did you make a reservation? It looks quite busy."

"Of course! I booked it the day you—" He paused, a blush creeping across his face. Adorable.

Shouta pushed the car door open and stepped out onto the sidewalk, waiting for Hizashi to join him. When he came around the vehicle, he extended his hand, his eyes brimming with affection. Shouta hesitated, too aware of the bustling crowd around them. Ignoring the tightness in his throat, he reached out and took Hizashi's hand.

As they entered the restaurant, a waiter immediately greeted them and led them to their table. Hizashi had booked it under his hero name, securing them a private booth away from the crowd. Shouta felt a wave of relief wash over him as they settled into the quieter space, appreciating the reduced number of prying eyes. His partner knew him well.

The waiter handed them menus, and amongst all of the options Shouta found himself drawn to the spicy miso ramen. As they perused their options, Hizashi's foot brushed against his under the table, sending a pleasant shiver up his spine.

"So," the man began, his voice low and intimate, "I've been thinking about this moment for years. Any preferences for conversation topics, or should we just wing it?"

Shouta couldn't help but smirk. "When have you ever needed help with conversation, Mic?"

He laughed, the sound warming Shouta's heart. "Fair point. But this isn't just any conversation. It's our first official date, after all!"

As they placed their orders, Shouta found himself relaxing into the easy rhythm of their banter. The nervousness from earlier melted away, replaced by a comfortable intimacy. Their ramen arrived soon after, steaming and fragrant. Between bites, they discussed everything from their latest hero missions to their students' progress. Shouta realised as they ate that while the context had changed, the core of their relationship remained wonderfully unchanged.

"Do you want to tell anyone?" Hizashi prodded softly, gaze searching his face.

The question caught Shouta off guard, making him pause mid-bite. He wasn’t one to be public about his—well, anything, so the idea made him hesitant. He took a moment to consider his response, his chopsticks hovering above his bowl. "I'm not opposed to it," he said slowly, "but I'd prefer to keep it between us for now. At least until we figure out how this affects our work dynamic." He paused, meeting Hizashi's gaze. "Is that okay with you?"

Hizashi's expression became tender. "Of course it's okay, Shouta. We'll take this at whatever pace you're comfortable with." He reached across the table, tenderly squeezing Shouta's hand. "I'm just happy to be here with you, however you want this to go."

Shouta felt a wave of relief wash over him at Hizashi's words. He squeezed the other man's hand back, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the restaurant's ambient noise. As they finished their meal, the conversation flowed naturally.

When the check arrived, Hizashi insisted on paying, waving away Shouta's protests with a grin. "My treat," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You can get the next one."

They stepped out into the cool evening air, the streets now quieter as the night settled in. Hizashi turned to Shouta, a hint of mischief in his smile. "So, ready for part two of our date? I hear there are some adorable felines next door just dying to meet you."

Shouta's eyes lit up at the mention of cats, and he nodded eagerly, unaware of the shift from his stoic facade. As they walked towards the cat café, Hizashi's hand found his, their fingers intertwining naturally. This time, he didn't hesitate to hold on.

The cat café was a cozy, dimly lit space filled with the soft sounds of purring and the occasional meow. As they entered, Shouta's eyes widened at the sight of cats lounging on every available surface. Hizashi couldn't help but smile at his partner's uncharacteristic excitement, gently squeezing his hand before leading him towards a quiet corner where a fluffy orange tabby was curled up on a plush cushion. He approached the cat cautiously, his eyes softening as he extended a hand towards the tabby. The cat lifted its head, blinking lazily before stretching out a paw to bat at Shouta's fingers.

A rare, genuine smile spread across Shouta's face as he gently scratched behind the cat's ears, eliciting a contented purr.

They whiled away a couple of hours there, sipping coffee and chatting comfortably until the café’s closing time. As they left the café, the cool night air enveloped them again. Shouta found himself reluctant to end the evening, a feeling mirrored in Hizashi's eyes, he could just tell. They strolled aimlessly, their hands brushing occasionally, comfortable silence punctuated by soft conversation.

Eventually, they found themselves in a small park, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. Hizashi's gaze fell on an empty swing set. With a mischievous grin, he tugged Shouta towards it.

"Really?" Shouta raised an eyebrow, but allowed himself to be led.

Hizashi hopped onto a swing, patting the one beside him invitingly. After a moment's hesitation, Shouta joined him. They swung gently, the rhythmic creaking of the chains a soothing backdrop to their quiet laughter. The night wore on, and Shouta began to realise something—or maybe discover something he’d already known for a long time—with Hizashi, everything felt natural, unforced.

Eventually, the cold began to bite at Shouta's fingers, and the pair decided it was time to head back. On the way to his apartment, he felt himself coming down from the evening's high, a twinge of disappointment settling in as he realised his night with Hizashi was drawing to a close.

The car rolled to a stop outside his apartment building and he sighed softly, lingering in his seat.

"Everything alright?"

Shouta turned to Hizashi, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Stay the night?" he asked softly. "It's Saturday tomorrow. We don't have to go to the school."

Hizashi's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight dancing across his features. He hesitated for just a moment before nodding. "I'd love to.”

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As soon as Hizashi and Shouta stepped into the apartment, the blonde pressed him against the door, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. Shouta gasped into his mouth, his hands instinctively finding their way to Hizashi's waist. The sensation sent shivers down Shouta's spine, his body tingling with excitement. Every touch, every caress ignited a fire within him, his arousal growing with each passing moment.

Hizashi's lips were soft yet demanding against his own, and Shouta found himself melting into the kiss, his heart racing.

As their bodies pressed closer, Shouta could feel the heat radiating between them. The familiar scent of Hizashi's cologne mixed with something stronger intoxicated Shouta's senses. His fingers dug into Hizashi's waist, pulling him even closer, craving more contact. A low moan escaped his throat as Hizashi's hands roamed his body, leaving trails of electricity in their wake. Shouta's mind clouded with desire, all thoughts fading away except for the intense need for more.

Hizashi broke the kiss, breath hot against his ear as he whispered, "Bedroom?" Shouta nodded, unable to form words as desire coursed through his veins. They stumbled towards the bedroom, hands fumbling with clothing, desperate to feel skin against skin.

The second Hizashi’s hands caressed his bare skin, he felt electrified—a fire coursing through his body. Any lingering insecurities disappeared instantly as his lover deftly removed his shirt, gently pushing him through the door to his bedroom. No time was wasted before Shouta's back hit the mattress, Hizashi following close behind. Their lips reconnected, more urgent this time. Hizashi's hands roamed Shouta's body with desperation, fingers tracing every contour and muscle. His touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, eliciting soft gasps from Shouta. Their kisses deepened, tongues exploring and tasting, as Hizashi's lips moved from Shouta's mouth to his jaw, then down to his neck.

Shouta arched into the touch, his fingers tangling in Hizashi's long blonde hair. He tugged gently, guiding Hizashi's mouth back to his own for another searing kiss. Their bodies pressed together as hands continued to explore and caress. Hizashi's fingers ghosted over Shouta's sides, causing him to shiver with anticipation. His hands slid down Hizashi's back, feeling the muscles flex beneath his touch.

He pulled Hizashi closer, their hips aligning, both men groaning at the friction. Hizashi broke the kiss to trail his lips along Shouta's collarbone, alternating between gentle nips and soothing licks, drawing out quiet moans from Shouta. His underwear was soaked through, he could feel it, his body trembling with need. Soft whimpers of pleasure escaped his lips without him even noticing.

Hands slid up his sides and over his chest, fingers brushing the scars under his pecs. Shouta tensed up, suddenly remembering—"Hey," Hizashi cupped Shouta's face, his eyes full of warmth. "I love you, Shouta. All of you. Being trans is just another part of what makes you, you."

Shouta felt a lump in his throat, his eyes stinging. But he blinked it away, focusing on Hizashi's loving gaze instead. His heart swelled with emotion at just how much this man cared about him. He pulled him close, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. As they parted, Shouta whispered, "I love you too." His voice was barely audible, but the words carried. Hizashi leaned in, pressing his forehead against Shouta's, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them.

"Hey, can we... you know... keep going?" Shouta mumbled, a hint of shyness in his voice.

Above him, the blonde’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Thought you'd never ask." He resumed his exploration, this time with renewed vigour. His lips trailed down Shouta's chest, leaving a path of tingling sensations in their wake. Shouta gasped when a warm mouth closed around his nipple, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, making him arch his back and grip the sheets.

“Fuck—Hizashi," Shouta breathed, voice thick with desire. "I need you."

Their eyes met, a silent conversation passing between them as Hizashi's fingers danced along the waistband of his underwear.

"Can I?" Hizashi asked, his voice husky.

Shouta nodded, lifting his hips to help Hizashi slide off his underwear. The cool air hit his skin, making him shiver. But his partner’s warm hands were there in an instant, caressing his thighs, making him feel safe and wanted. Hizashi's eyes roamed over Shouta's body, taking in every detail. "God, you're beautiful," he breathed, leaning down to press a kiss to Shouta's inner thigh.

He felt his face heat up, but held his partner’s gaze. His fingers tangled in blonde locks, guiding the man to where he needed him most. He was already dripping wet, his clit throbbing with need. When Hizashi’s tongue finally made contact, tasting Shouta for the first time, his hips jerked involuntarily, a breathy moan escaping his lips. Hizashi grinned against him, diving in for more.

"Fuck, Zashi," Shouta gasped, his grip tightening in Hizashi's hair. The vibrations from the man’s answering hum sent shivers through his body.

Hizashi's tongue swirled around Shouta's clit, alternating between teasing flicks and long, languid strokes. Shouta was a mess, coming undone, his breath ragged as he squirmed beneath his lover’s touch. His thighs quivered as Hizashi sucked gently on his clit, pleasure building rapidly.

"I'm close," Shouta whimpered, his voice cracking. Hizashi redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, more insistently. “W-wait,” He gasped, “I want you inside—”

Hizashi didn't miss a beat. With a quick nod and a glint in his eye, he leaned over to rummage through the bedside drawer. Shouta’s heart raced as he pulled out a condom from the drawer, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it on. Shouta couldn’t help but stare, his mouth going dry at the sight, he’d been so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he hadn’t even admired Hizashi’s body yet and he was something else—

“Like what you see?” Hizashi winked, positioning himself between Shouta’s legs.

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” Shouta growled breathlessly, wrapping his legs around the man’s waist to pull him closer. Hizashi laughed, lining himself up with his loose entrance. “So impatient,” he teased, but then he was pushing in, slow and steady, and Shouta couldn’t even complain.

His breath caught as Hizashi entered him, his fingers digging hard into those muscular shoulders. "Fuck," he gasped, feeling himself stretch wide around Hizashi's cock. He felt so much bigger than he looked.

"You okay?" Hizashi’s voice was strained, clearly attempting to hold back.

"Yeah, just... give me a sec," Shouta panted. After a moment, he nodded. "Move."

Hizashi didn't need to be told twice. He started moving, slow at first, but quickly an intoxicating rhythm. Shouta couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, his head falling back against the pillow. It felt so good, Hizashi filling him up, hitting all the right spots.

"Fuck, Shouta, you feel so good," Hizashi groaned, his hips snapping forward, picking up speed.

Shouta could only whimper in response, lost in the heady pleasure. He wrapped his legs tighter around Hizashi, urging him deeper, wanting more. "Harder," he demanded between gasps. God, he needed it so bad. His lover grunted, picking up the pace as commanded, his slip slamming into Shouta’s. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, alongside their grunts and the harsh creaking of the bed beneath them. Shouta’s nails raked down Hizashi’s back, leaving red marks in their wake.

“Fuck! Yes— just like that!” He cried out, not caring about how loud he was being. In that moment, the thought of his neighbours overhearing didn't even cross his mind.

His lover’s hand snaked between them, his fingers finding Shouta’s clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, matching the rhythm’s of his thrusts. The man’s back arched off the bed, a string of curses falling from spit slicked lips. “Shit, Zashi, I’m gonna—”

The words were cut off as Shouta’s orgasm hit him like a truck, his whole body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over him. Hizashi didn’t let up, fucking him hard through it—milking him for all he was worth—drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come,” The man moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Can I—”

“Yeah, yeah, do it,” Shouta panted, still riding the mind-blowing high of his orgasm. With a few more hard thrusts, Hizashi came with a loud moan, burying his face in Shouta’s neck as he filled the condom with his seed.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before Hizashi carefully pulled out. He tied off the condom and tossed it in the trashcan nearby before collapsing back onto the bed next to Shouta.

"Holy shit," Shouta breathed, turning to face Hizashi with a lazy grin. "That was..."

"Yeah," Hizashi agreed, pulling Shouta close for a soft kiss. "It really was."

They snuggled up close, all sweaty and spent. And Shouta couldn't help but chuckle, feeling kinda giddy.

"What's so funny?" Hizashi mumbled, his face pressed against Shouta's chest, breath hot against his skin.

"Nothing, just... didn't expect our first time to be so..." Shouta trailed off, searching for the right word.

"Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Absolutely fucking amazing?" The blonde supplied, wiggling his eyebrows.

Shouta snorted, giving him a playful shove. "Shut up, you dork."

Hizashi just grinned, planting a sloppy kiss on Shouta's cheek. "Make me."

"Oh, I intend to," Shouta growled, rolling on top of him. Round two was definitely on the cards.