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Shouta rubs his eyes, feeling his phone vibrate in the pocket of his jumpsuit. When he takes the phone out and turns down the alarm, it’s 6am. Shouta yawns and finds the door leading from the roof down and using stairs like a normal person, instead of getting down by jumping from one balcony to another. His hip cracks with each step and Shouta stops mid step to shake his leg and get rid of the sound. It doesn’t work and he just sighs, exiting out of the building.
“I thought you fell asleep on the stairs, Eraser.” Mic chuckles to his left, smirking at him and receiving a punch to his shoulder. “Ah! Heyy , leave the punches to villains, the patrol is over!”
Shouta ignores him, pushing his hands deep into his pockets and hiding half of his face in the scarf.
“Udon?”
Mic lifts an eyebrow, their eyes meeting and realisation hitting his tired brain.
“No complaints from my side.” Shouta starts walking, Mic catching up with him and bumping their shoulders together, slightly shoving him to the side. Shouta does the same, both of them competing for a while, until Mic is shoved from the sidewalk on an empty road.
“Okay, okay! Game over!” Mic jogs back on a sidewalk, grinning at him and walking inside of a small traditional restaurant that was one of their spots through the years. Shouta sits at their table, watching Mic chat with the workers and order their food, all of his perfectly straight teeth visible in a wide smile he is carrying around. He remembers when they just discovered this place at first year fresh out of highschool, those same teeth were crooked, decorated with red braces.
He is taken out of his memories when Mic sits on the different side of the table, taking his phone out and scrolling through social media. Shouta moves his legs at the same time as Mic, their boots touching under the table and he relaxes, closing his eyes for a second.
There is a tap on his boot, waking him up when two hot soups sit in front of them, Mic already slurping noodles, his phone down on the table.
They eat in comfortable silence, Shouta’s head empty of thoughts. Mic pays and holds the door, letting Shouta go out first, while he is cheerfully saying goodbye to the crew of the restaurant. It’s 7:24am when they finally get to Mic’s car, driving off to school. Mic turns on soft music and Shouta doses off again, hiding half of his face in his scarf. Through his sleep he feels a small pillow slip between the side of his face and a car window before they connect.
He wakes up again when Mic is parking the car, standing out of it and fixing his hair.
“Why did you even buy the car that doesn’t fit your hairstyle?” Shouta gets out, cracking his neck and leaning on the roof while watching Mic struggle.
“It was fitting my hairstyle when I bought the car, remember? I didn’t think my hair would be that long at the time!”
“Ah, right.” He huffs, waiting for Mic and walking to the school building together. It was still early, none of the kids were inside, so the hallways were clear and silent. A rare view.
When they get to the teacher lounge, Yamada breaks the silence with a loud greeting and Shouta tunes him off. The easy routine follows, he prepares for his class, Yamada chatting with people next to him, preparing his own papers and checking emails at the same time. After years of knowing the guy, Shouta is still in awe of that level of multitasking.
“Pss, Aizawa.” Yamada pokes his hand with a pencil. “I’m going now. I got some stuff to do during our lunch break, so don’t forget to eat, okay ?”
He nods at that and Yamada leaves the teacher lounge after a quick pat on Shouta’s shoulder. The day goes okay after that. Shouta eats his lunch with Kayama, chewing his onigiri and half listening to a not so interesting story about one of her students' dramas. He kinda wants to spend lunch sleeping, his mind a bit hazy with tiredness, but he will hear a lecture from Yamada about skipping meals. Not that Yamada is the one to talk, Shouta is pretty sure half of his meals are coffee beans covered in chocolate. On the back of his mind he wonders if Yamada ate lunch, busy with whatever he was doing on their break.
He finds out after the school, Yamada driving them home, both of them having a free evening for once.
“..So, obviously I didn’t have time to eat, so I’m kinda hungry. Should we eat out again?” Yamada’s fingers are drumming against the wheel, his hair bending against the roof again.
“Delivery.”
“That’s what I was thinking. You can order from my phone, I have those coupons, remember?” Shouta sighs loudly, reaching out for Yamada’s phone and putting their usual orders in. “Don’t go sighing like that, dude, what the heck!”
Shouta ignores him, ordering some beer, kaarage with vegetables for Yamada and donburi for himself, picking out ingredients and ordering, putting Yamada’s phone back on a charger and hiding his face in the scarf.
“Wanna go shower first, so you can go to sleep right after you eat?” He can’t see Yamada, not willing to open his eyes, but his voice is quieter and Shouta feels a slight shiver coming up his neck.
“No.”
“Ya sure?”
“Yes.”
Yamada accepts it without further questions, turning on the music for the rest of the ride. When they are home, he disappears into the bathroom taking his sweet time. Shouta opens the door for delivery and pays, feeds their cats and finds chopsticks, coming out on the fire escape stairs and staring at the street below. He is still in his jumpsuit, not willing to change before his shower, but when he sits without movement it’s a bit chilly.
“God, it smells so good.” Hizashi steps out of the window putting beer cans on the stairs and wrapping a soft blanket over Shouta’s shoulders. Before sitting down Hizashi moves Shouta’s bangs with two fingers and leaves a soft kiss on a curve of his nose. Hizashi sits next to him, picking up his box and puts a whole piece of chicken in his mouth, putting a beer can between his knees and opening it. For the who-knows-what time in his life, Shouta is left wondering about all of those sides his husband has and what it says about him, as a person, if he adores all of them.
“You missed some gossip Kayama was telling me about at lunch.” Shouta digs into his own food, mixing eggs with rice and hearing Hizashi fake gasp on his right side.
“I will ask her tomorrow, I’m sure she will be happy to repeat it for someone who actually listens.” Hizashi chews on another piece of meat, putting some vegetables on Shouta's plate and drinking his beer. His hair is up in a ponytail, freshly washed and dried, smelling like coconut conditioner with every whiff of the wind. “There is a party I was invited to, no paparazzi, obviously, just some heroes and free food. Wanna come with me?”
“I will think about it.”
“Will you now?”
“Yes.” Shouta’s lips quirk into a smile when Hizashi kisses him behind his ear, moustache tickling his skin. “Your lips are greasy, get off me.” But he doesn’t do anything, letting Hizashi kiss his cheek too, because for all his hero nature Aizawa Shouta is a weak man.
They sit on the stairs until the sun is fully down, stars bright on the dark sky, beer cans and plates empty, Hizashi pushing him inside. Shouta takes a shower and changes into one of his sweaters, pajama pants and softer socks, coming out to the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, watching Hizashi unload the dishwasher, music playing softly in the background. How inviting.
Shouta walks over and Hizashi turns his head around, lifting a brow in a silent question.
“Dance with me.” He reaches out his hand and Hizashi softly smiles at him, taking his hand and moving closer. Shouta wraps his arms around his husband’s waist and lifts his head a bit to kiss him on the lips. Their legs move with rhythm, not breaking the kiss and Hizashi’s hands go around his shoulders, palm resting at the nape of Shouta’s neck. “I missed you.”
“We’ve been together the whole day. And night.” Their voices are barely loud enough to hear over the music and Hizashi kisses him again, short and sweet. “I missed you too, Shouta. It’s weird, isn’t it? No matter how much time we spend together, it seems like it’s never enough.”
“Maybe. I don't really care if it is weird.” Shouta leads in a dance now, one of his palms resting between Hizashi’s shoulder blades.
“You never do.”
“Why would I?”
“Right.” Hizashi smiles at him and tiredness washes over him with the song ending, his head falling down on his husband’s shoulder. “Let's go to bed.”
“No.” Sometimes Shouta hates being so tired all the time. He doesn’t have a lot of nights like this, when he can dance with Hizashi and just hold him for a while, talking stupid shit and exchanging kisses.
Hizashi brushes his hair back and leaves a soft kiss on his temple, leading him to the bedroom. Shouta grumbles, but goes to bed anyway. In the morning Hizashi always leaves first and Shouta feels a short kiss on his cheek through his sleep. He wiggles over to the other side of the bed, wrapping himself more into the blanket and pushing his face into Hizashi’s pillow where the warmth of his husband’s body is long gone.