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Hizashi was glad to finally be enjoying some time off. Between League attacks, Eri, and various kidnappings; he felt like he hadn’t stopped moving for months. Once you and Shouta were reunited, Hizashi went to Nezu and requested time off at the earliest availability.
That’s how he found himself laid up on his couch, eyes closed, basking in the warm afternoon sunlight filtering through his window.
At first, he didn’t know how to feel about being moved to the dorms. Then he found out that the hero course homeroom teachers were having to share and he realized things could be much worse. Hizashi had never lived with anyone besides Shouta for a few years after high school. Shouta was an easy roommate though and let Hizashi make all of the decor decisions around their apartment.
The walls of his current home were covered in art many deemed to be eccentric when they saw it. Shelves were lined with photos of his friends, he painted bright colors everywhere, and moved in his vintage disco themed furniture. His pride and joy was a wall in his living room covered floor to ceiling in vinyl records.
“But just look at it all,” Hizashi would exclaim when people came to visit, “The raw emotion it all elicits.”
“The only thing this place makes me feel is nauseated,” Shouta had grumbled before sulking away, pointedly ignoring the polaroids containing Oboro.
Hizashi quietly laughed to himself at the memory. Moving into UA was during a critical junction in what Hizashi referred to as his “metamorphosis”. You had taken grumpy-and-withdrawn-caterpillar Shouta and transformed him into able-to-tolerate-other-people-butterfly Shouta. Hizashi loved every second of Shouta’s awakening, especially all of the money he got off of bets with Nemuri because of it.
But most of all, he loved seeing his best friend truly happy again. He’d been so worried about Shouta after Oboro’s death. Of course, it hit both of them hard, but Shouta didn’t take the loss well. The two of them never talked much about it, but Hizashi had a suspicion that Shouta cared for Oboro in a way beyond friendship. The loss of one of his best friends was hard enough to deal with without having to watch his other friend deal with the loss of the boy he was growing to love.
Best not to dwell on it too much, he reminded himself.
Then, Hizashi remembered the night he took Eri last week so you and Shouta could have a date. He’d had so much fun with the girl. He taught her how to braid, they made friendship bracelets, and he let her pick a record off the wall to play. Nemuri even came over for a bit during dinner. She brought take out for all of them and Eri was over the moon to try all the new foods. They had so much fun that she passed out by 8:00 and slept soundly through the night on Hizashi’s couch.
Hizashi was more than happy to take the kid off your hands for an evening and looked forward to being able to do it again soon.
Without him meaning to, his mind wandered to the conversation he had with Shouta before the date. He had shown up at Hizashi’s door in a panic once afternoon after classes.
“I need your help,” Shouta had said, pushing his way into the apartment. “She’s saying she wants to have a date night soon. A real one.”
“Hold on—” Hizashi tried to get Shouta to slow down as the clearly overwhelmed man slumped on the couch. “You’re telling me you two haven’t had a date yet?”
“I don’t know. We spend every day together and share meals and watch movies with Eri.”
Hizashi joined his friend on the couch. “Those things are kind of unavoidable when you live and work together, Sho. Plus, chicks dig the romance, sometimes you just gotta turn it up a few notches.”
“Well, I don’t do ‘the romance’,” Shouta grunted as he made air quotes.
“Oh, it’s not so hard, you big baby. Make her dinner, light some candles, and then… you know…” Hizashi wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I don’t,” Shouta deadpanned, clearly not grasping what Hizashi was trying to get at.
Hizashi’s face dropped. “Shouta, come on.”
“I’m serious.” Shouta rubbed his temples. “This whole concept is completely lost on me.”
“I’m telling you to have sex with her.”
Shouta sputtered, “Wha— Sex? How on earth do I even know if she wants that?”
“You’re completely hopeless,” Hizashi sighed. “Of course she wants to have sex with you. She loves you.”
Shouta was quiet for a moment before asking, “So, do all couples…”
Hizashi gasped, gripping his friend by the shoulders, “Aizawa Shouta! Do not tell me you’ve been with this woman for all this time and you haven’t had sex with her yet!”
“The opportunity… never arose.” Shouta shrugged awkwardly as Hizashi collapsed dramatically to his side of the couch.
“Well.” Hizashi straightened. “Consider it risen! It’s time to make sweet love to your lady!”
The dark haired man fell silent again and Hizashi could almost see the cogs turning in his head when suddenly, something dawned on him.
“ Ohmygodyou’veneverhadsex ,” Hizashi blurted in one breath.
“No, Yamada, I’ve never had sex.”
“Don’t you dare use my family name in a time like this. This is a crisis!”
“Explain to me how this is a crisis,” Shouta replied, dry as ever.
“Because I am your best friend . And until now I hadn’t realized that I haven’t done my due diligence in getting you laid!”
Shouta barked a laugh. “I’m not sure that’s your responsibility.”
“Well, it is now!” Hizashi insisted.
They spent the rest of the afternoon planning the perfect date for you and Shouta. Hizashi had never been so disappointed in himself for not guiding his friend down the right path.
Once a menu was crafted and Shouta had a shopping list laid out, it was time to discuss the “after dinner festivities”, as Hizashi called them. Being the hot blooded man he was, Hizashi was no stranger to bedding anyone that caught his eye. His best friend never showed the same inclination. After many years, Hizashi began to assume that maybe Shouta just wasn’t all that interested in sex as a whole. Shouta explained that he did have certain “urges” when it came to you, but that he viewed them more as something to ignore than something to act on. Hizashi made it abundantly clear that it was time to act.
Hizashi took his time detailing exactly what Shouta was to do to you, starting with his mouth and ending with his cock. Shouta grew very quiet and very red during the conversation. If Hizashi hadn’t known any better, he would have pointed out that Shouta was concealing his lap with a throw pillow.
When they were done, Shouta thanked his friend without looking him in the eye and quickly left. It was all Hizashi could do at the time to not burst out laughing. When they were teenagers, Shouta would rarely join in on the dirty discussions Hizashi and Oboro would have. But Hizashi had no idea that Shouta would react the exact same way over a decade later.
Propping his hands behind his head on the couch, Hizashi couldn’t help but smile at the mental image of his suddenly very sexually frustrated friend rushing out of his apartment. He briefly wondered if Shouta was simply unaware of what he was missing out on all these years. Nevertheless, you seemed happy the next morning when Hizashi dropped Eri off. You had a beautiful post-sex glow about you and Hizashi was filled with pride in his best friend.
You had hugged him before he left, whispering in his ear, “I know you had something to do with all this.”
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he whispered back.
Hizashi recalled the enticing smell of your perfume. He could easily see why Shouta was so drawn to it. Before he could stop himself, he wondered if you wore it for the date, whether Shouta could smell it as he buried himself deep inside of you.
Hizashi’s eyes shot open, startled at the thought. You belonged to his best friend, it had never even crossed his mind to fantasize about you once you’d set your sights on Shouta. Even still, he couldn’t deny the fact that you were a very attractive woman, he’d told Shouta as much many months ago.
Against his better judgment, Hizashi closed his eyes again and tried to return to relaxing. He adjusted himself on the couch, still basking in the sun, and did everything he could to halt his train of thought.
It wasn’t easy, though. And it wasn’t his fault you were so alluring. It didn’t help that he was going through a bit of a dry spell after dealing with all the recent events at UA.
It couldn’t hurt, he decided, to let his mind wander a little. He wasn’t hurting anyone. After all, Shouta had come to him for advice on how to take care of you. It was only natural for him to think of you this way now.
Hizashi had told Shouta to start by eating you out. He wondered how Shouta went about it, whether he teased you until you begged or got straight to the point. Hizashi tried to imagine what sounds you might make if it was his own skilled tongue between your legs. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you enjoyed your time with Shouta, but there was something to be said about sleeping with an experienced partner. He loved giving pleasure to his partners and something in him knew you’d be an appreciative recipient.
Without thinking, he let a hand trail down his body, palming his hardening length through his pants. He groaned at the contact and let his mind continue to wander.
How would you look sprawled out on his sheets? Hizashi focused and tried to imagine how you’d look needy and wanting as he hovered above you. He thought of the pretty blush that spread over your cheeks when he caught you kissing Shouta in your office, and how beautiful it would look on you if he teased you in bed.
Of course, Shouta would be there, it would only be right.
Would Shouta want Hizashi to watch you two? Would Shouta watch Hizashi take care of you? Would all three of you intertwine together? A million possibilities raced through Hizashi’s head as he absentmindedly released himself and wrapped a firm hand around his shaft, slowly teasing himself with long strokes.
Hizashi had long suspected that Shouta was still a virgin, but to have the idea confirmed lit Hizashi’s mind aflame with possibilities. Someone would need to teach Shouta, show him how to best please a woman of your caliber. You were astonishing and deserved a man who could expertly take care of your needs. Hizashi imagined he was just the man to guide his friend down the right path to your pleasure.
Envisioning you at the edge of the bed with Shouta between your legs, he imagined whispering in Shouta’s ear exactly how to move his tongue against your pussy. No matter how Shouta had taken care of you the other night, Hizashi would make you wait for your peak, telling his friend to slowly and tantalizingly lick at you until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Then, he let his mind explore his friend’s body. His hero costume hid it well, but every inch of Shouta’s body was toned to perfection. After many post-patrol baths at the agency, Hizashi knew Shouta was a well endowed man. But that’s not where his mind wanted to focus.
On the other hand, your tight outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination.
He thought of his and Shouta’s mouths and tongues lavishing your body together. You’d squirm and beg so beautifully, Hizashi was sure of it. He and Shouta would tease you as long as they wanted. Your voice would sound so sweet with his name breathlessly falling from your lips.
Who would take you first? And which would Hizashi prefer? He imagined you taking him into your mouth, sucking eagerly. He wondered how skilled you were, and if he’d have to teach you too. But, he wouldn’t mind it. Hizashi would be there to take care of you, after all. And Shouta would be between your legs, pounding vigorously, making you moan around Hizashi’s cock.
Then, he let himself picture the roles reversed, you making love to Shouta’s length with your lips while Hizashi fucked deep into you. How would you feel around him? Tight and warm and wet, Hizashi was sure of it.
He imagined Shouta watching him make you come undone, those bloodshot eyes boring into him. Shouta was a quiet man day to day, but Hizashi was enjoying imagining that Shouta couldn’t help but let filth fall from his tongue in bed.
“ Fuck her harder, ‘Zashi. ” Hizashi imagined Shouta’s strained voice as you lavished him with your tongue. “ Make her cum on that cock for me. ”
Hizashi was now frantically jerking himself off, hips bucking up into nothing, eyes squeezed shut so tight he saw stars.
He let himself think of what it might be like to feel you tightening around him with your orgasm. When you were done, would Shouta let him cum inside of you? Would Shouta eat you out after that to taste you and Hizashi together? He’d want to kiss you, to taste himself and his best friend on your soft lips.
What did you sound like when you reached your peak? Were you quiet and whiney? No, Hizashi knew that wasn’t the case. Something told him you wouldn’t be able to hold back. You’d cry out his name, begging him to fuck you through it. He’d bury his face in your neck and smell that perfume mixed with the heady scent of sex.
But it was only unfolding in his head.
So it was Hizashi that came with your name on his lips.
He cried out, pleasure coursing through his body in huge tidal waves.
Once his peak had passed, he went limp on the sofa, sweaty and exhausted. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d masturbated so desperately.
Cleaning himself up, he was suddenly grateful for the time off. It might make it easier to avoid you for a few days. Hizashi didn’t know how he’d face you after that.