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Green is a familiar color to Hitoshi.
It’s not one he’s particularly connected with, but the boy he’s seen around Mustafa has more than acquainted him with the hue.
Messy, forest green curls and bright viridian orbs. Pale skin littered with freckles, a bright yellow backpack, pale blue uniform, and deep red hightops.
So many colors on the boy, but green is the only consistency. It’s unchangeable.
He doesn’t know the boy’s name, but he has to be around Hitoshi’s own age, right? Yeah, he looks pretty small and has a major case of baby face, but he’s wearing the same elementary school uniform. He’s not in the boy’s class, but that’s okay, because it never stops him from being friendly to Hitoshi.
He’s never officially talked to the green boy, but he always sends Hitoshi waves and smiles in the hallways or if they happen to spot each other on the streets.
Hitoshi admits, it really makes his day.
He’s found himself looking forward to seeing the odd kid whenever he can, returning the waves and smiles with his own smaller ones. Seeing the boy absolutely beam back at him fills Hitoshi with a satisfaction and pride he carries for the rest of the day.
Eventually, it evolved into more than just smiles and waves. One day, during an outside drill in which the classes had to sit together on the grass of the schoolyard, Hitoshi had glanced around to look for his Green companion. He spotted him a few rows away. Apparently sensing Hitoshi’s eyes on him, he leaned forward to make eye contact. The two stare for a few moments before Green Boy’s eyes flicker to the guest speaker droning on. They flick back to Hitoshi, and the emeralds go cross-eyed, the boy lifting a hand to twirl his finger in a circle by his temple.
Ah, yes, the universal sign for crazy.
The boy’s faces and gestures only escalated from there. He would make the most bizarre expressions for Hitoshi, or mime an action, pretend to be an animal, all sorts of crazy things.
It was fun.
Hitoshi didn’t exactly have any friends in his class. Everyone was too scared to directly speak to him. Sometimes he’d get shoved in the hallway, but for the most part he was alone outside of his dads.
The Green Boy’s silly shenanigans have become the highlight of his week. For once, ever since getting his quirk, Hitoshi feels like he has a genuine friend. Which is funny, considering he’s never even talked to the boy. He feels like a friend to Hitoshi, and that’s good enough.
At least, he thought it was.
Quite frankly, he’d been happy with the goofy faces. The way the Green Boy positively lit up whenever Hitoshi laughed when he stuck his tongue out, or used his arm to mime an elephant’s trunk, was always nice to see. It was nice to know that despite Hitoshi never quite fully reciprocating the silly gestures and looks, his reactions still brought just as much joy to Green Boy as his shenanigans brought Hitoshi.
But he had to admit, he’s still really happy the boy approached him.
He’d been sitting near the tree in the schoolyard for lunch. Nobody really wanted to ever sit with him, which is sadly something he’d gotten used to.
“Hey!”
Looks like he didn’t have to worry about it anymore.
He looked up to see a pair of emerald’s gazing down at him, a red, blue, and white hero-themed bento box in the owner’s hands. Hitoshi blinked intelligently. A quick glance left and right let him know the boy was, in fact, talking to him.
“...Hi.” He’d weakly greeted.
Green Boy laughed, revealing a gap between his two front teeth. Hitoshi can vaguely remember a single thought passing through his head.
Oh no, he’s cute.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you for ages,” The cute boy began. “My name’s Izuku Midoriya!” He holds out a hand for the purplette.
Hitoshi reluctantly placed his own hand in Midoriya’s, feeling his face warm. His ears must be pink. His hands are so soft, he’s never letting go.
“Hitoshi Shinsou.”
“Nice to finally meet you, Shinsou! Mind if I sit with you?”
Of course he didn’t.
So Midoriya sat with him that day.
Then the next.
And the next.
Hitoshi never considered himself alone after that.
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Hitoshi isn’t deaf.
He considers himself lucky that he ended up in the same class as Izuku by the time they reached middle school. They’d been separated in elementary grades, but now they could finally spend more time together outside of lunch.
It was great. He got to sit right next to Izuku. So what if he used the chance to reach over and hold the jittery boy’s hand in class whenever he got nervous? It made Izuku feel better, so of course he did it. It’s not like Hitoshi just always wanted to hold onto that pale hand every day and never let go. It’s not like anyone particularly cared anyway.
Well, except Bakugou.
But honestly, Hitoshi never cared about him.
He hears every small thing the brat tells his best friend. He hears the whispers, the whispers of how the poor quirkless kid is being led on by a villain. How they deserved each other at the bottom of society.
No, Hitoshi heard all of it.
He just didn’t care.
Really, he’s just happy someone like Izuku wants to stay his friend.
And, okay, maybe they’ve well passed friend boundaries by now.
Maybe Hitoshi sometimes presses kisses to the greenette’s knuckles in lieu of greeting him with words at the beginning of the day. Maybe Izuku likes to press himself against Hitoshi’s back during PE class. And maybe, just maybe , the two have already shared their first kiss with one another.
And the second.
And the third…
And maybe they do it every day like it’s clockwork.
And so what if they refer to one another as their boyfriend when talking about each other to their parents?
Hitoshi doesn’t care.
They’re happy.
He’s happy.
School sucks, but they only have one year left before they can go to UA, then they’ll finally be able to start working on the life they’d fantasized about for so long.
Working together as Underground Pro Heroes (neither particularly liked being the center of attention, so underground was the best option), in their own little apartment. They both agreed they’d prefer a smaller living space instead of a big one. Maybe they’d adopt a kid, preferably a little girl, because they didn’t want to put themselves through raising another hormonal, male teenager like they’d forced their parents to go through. Besides, they had to balance it all out. A little girl sounded perfect, they’d love her no matter what.
They definitely had to have at least two cats. That was not negotiable. Hitoshi had been more than pleased when Izuku had agreed with him easily, already brainstorming ideas to name them. It’d be cute if they had matching names. Hitoshi suggested Egg and Toast, mainly as a joke, and Izuku has been clinging to the ideas ever since. It’s adorable.
Were they thinking a little too far ahead for their current age and how long they’ve been together?
Yeah.
But they didn’t care.
They loved curling up with each other on the carpet in one of their homes each day, just mindlessly babbling about possible wants and wishes for the future. The future they’d have together.
They’d make it together, no matter the obstacles.
And Hitoshi couldn’t have asked for anything different.
“Why don’t you take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life?”
That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to go apeshit on a certain blonde while they worked towards their goal, though.
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Hitoshi doesn’t like that Izuku makes him smile so easily.
He wants to set a precedent for his classmates that he’s not interested in any pursuits of friendship. The easiest way to do that is to show up to class with a frown and a look in his eyes that screams death.
Izuku kind of ruined that by showing up at the same time as him, though.
Because how can he not smile like a goof when his cute little lucky clover is holding his hand? Fingers intertwined and casually swinging their arms as they walk side-by-side… The close proximity and vulnerable yet casual touch is really hard to resist.
Hitoshi hadn’t even been able to administer his usual knuckle kiss, because Izuku had been fawning over how he looked in the uniform blazer and tie. Hitoshi had taken a moment to laugh at Izuku’s own uniform.
The boy had given up making a tie with the red fabric and instead fashioned it into a bowtie, which he’d confirmed was not against the dress code. It was so fucking cute, Hitoshi had to duck his head into his boyfriend’s shoulder to hide his pink ears when Izuku hugged him.
The two had taken out their school maps and made their way to their classroom. Of course, Izuku had grabbed Hitoshi’s hand and they continued on, albeit Izuku had a bit of a bounce in his step now.
Of course Hitoshi smiled. It was physically impossible for him not to.
They’d been some of the first to arrive, beat only by a tall, square teen and a ravenette with beautiful, silvery eyes. The former had immediately approached Izuku and apologized for something or another that had apparently happened in the entrance exam. Izuku flustered around the apology, quickly waving it off.
Hitoshi’s not even ashamed to admit out loud that he quickly dragged Izuku to two seats, sitting directly behind the greenette, forcing him to turn around in his seat to keep a hold on Hitoshi’s hand. He clearly hadn’t minded as he simply started conversing with the taller easily.
He’d forgotten he’d still been holding Izuku’s hand as they chatted, at least not until now that this… very pink girl had all but gotten between them. Staring at their locked hands with sparkling, golden eyes among a sea of black.
“Are you two dating?!” She squeals, bouncing in place.
Izuku goes red, bringing his other arm up to curl around his red face. Hitoshi huffs out a laugh at his shyness.
“Yes.” He answers flatly, rubbing his thumb over his boyfriend’s knuckles comfortingly. The poor greenette has no idea how to act around girls.
“Oh my gosh! I haven’t even known you for ten minutes and I can already tell you two are so cute together!!” The girl coos. “I’m Mina Ashido!”
“Hitoshi Shinsou.”
Hitoshi gently nudges Izuku when Ashido expectantly looks at him, only for a silence to stretch on.
The greenette jumps, but looks up enough to stutter out “I’m I- Izuku Midoriya…”
“You’re adorable, I’m stealing you.”
With a surprising amount of strength that shocks Hitoshi enough to let go of Izuku’s hand, Ashido wraps her arms around Izuku and hefts him into the air. Granted, she probably had to really work to get a body that would give her an advantage in strength to get here, and Izuku isn’t that much taller than her, but still. That’s impressive.
Izuku eeps, his face going strawberry pink as he goes rigid in the girl’s hold.
Hitoshi immediately goes to stand on his feet to get Izuku down.
He’s not able to do much as a brunette bounds up to the trio.
“Hey, you’re that Zero p]Pointer boy!” She calls happily, twisting her form so she can be eye level with the boy hanging over someone’s shoulder.
Zero Pointer boy? They’re definitely talking about that later.
“O- oh, hi… Uh, Uraraka, right?” Izuku stutters back, clearly doing his best to not leave the girl hanging through his embarrassment. Ashido cackles from her spot under him, turning her head so she can look at the brunette, Uraraka.
“That’s me!”
Hitoshi sighs, slumping back in his seat as he watches his boyfriend be fussed over and coddled by the two girls. Hopefully they stay this friendly and open when everyone’s quirks, or lack thereof, come out. If not, oh well, they’ve already had to deal with it for ten years, three more won’t hurt.
But, honestly, watching the two interact with Izuku fills him with hope. He can tell these two aren’t the type to turn their backs on someone over quirk status.
So he lets himself relax.
No matter what happens, he knows he won’t have to worry for long, because Izuku will always be a part of his life and he’ll never consider otherwise.
He loves his little Green Boy.