[He sets his bounty of medication on his own lap, as he tugs a hair tie free from his pocket, idly gathering his hair into a loose bun.]
You're good at it. I don't think there's another pro who boasts the expertise you do. You've been doing radio since we were kids.
I'd hate interviews less if they stuck to hero questions. They just want gossip and to nose about everyone's business.
[He deadpan, crossing one leg over the other as he gets comfortable. He hadn't heard a word of protest yet, so.
Though he glances to Hizashi's hand, and he sets his own atop it. He doesn't push him away, instead he brushes the pad of his thumb across Hizashi's knuckles instead.]
Sorry, you're not allowed to die. You can be dramatic about it when we're both old and grey.
[There's a pause, before he huffs out an amused breath.]
...I can't believe you ate a nugget off the floor.
[Hizashi half-opens his eyes, gazing up at Shouta so he can watch him put his hair up.]
I always loved talking, that's why. It just comes naturally.
[The subject is successtully distracting him from his nugget victim performance.]
Because people love that stuff! Gossip and everyone's business! That's what gets the clicks. More clicks, more gold bricks—brings in the bucks.
The challenge is focusing on making the hero work, while making it interesting to the average listener—not that my listeners are average—and you sprinkle in just the right amount of personal bits and pieces to keep it spicy.
[In response to the movement of Shouta's thumb, he moves his forefinger, stretching it out in an attempt to achieve contact with Shouta's hand.]
I will be a really cool old man. I can't deny the world Future Mic!
[But then, Hizashi groans again.]
I know, I know! You don't have to keep saying it. I saw it tumble to the floor, and something inside me just snapped. I wanted to believe... It could be safe. The last of the nuggets. That tiny tasty bundle of greasy joy...
[To anyone else that may have sounded harsh, but Shouta usually adopted a different tone when it was just them. More of a bemused observation.]
You have a knack for it. The average reporter wants to know all the things that don't matter. Who I'm seeing, am I having kids? Others want to know my honest opinions on other heroes- remember the last time they asked me how it felt to work with All Might?
I think my popularity tanked after that.
[Something he genuinely didn't care about, he had only laughed when he heard the news.
He glances down to their hands, catching that stretched finger with his own, then moving his hand to better intertwine their digits together. A simple, affectionate gesture.]
No, you can't deny the world Future Mic.
['You can't deny me Future Mic' is left unsaid. But the squeeze to his hand implies it.]
I think I do have to keep saying it? Might tell the rest of the staff. Have a good chuckle with our peers.
[He pauses a moment, glancing back to those familiar glasses.]
[He's not offended by Shouta's harsh remarks at a time like this. It's his love language, that's all.]
Ooh, Shota... Now I have to ask, who are you seeing? Do I get the exclusive sappy scoop?
[He can't resist, even thought he knows very well who Shouta is seeing.]
Yeah, your answers kind of... have the finesse of a ton of bricks dropped from a cargo plane.
[Hizashi thinks that's cute, but not everyone feels the same. He smiles again as he feels Shouta's fingers twine with him. He returns the squeeze fondly. Reassuringly.]
Future Mic is on his way, don't you worry. That old coot is en route.
[He inhales sharply—but doesn't utilize his quirk when he speaks next. He's just—normal loud.]
Noooooo, Shouta, don't tell everyone. Please. I'll ever hear the end of it! I don't wanna chuckle with our peers. Not when the chuckle's at me!
[Look, he can laugh at himself, but he doesn't want to be mocked about his chicken mistake for all time. At least Shouta is so close to him. Nice and warm. It's consoling him in his hour of need.]
[He wiggles his fingers between Hizashi's, to fit their hands together more snug as he pretended to think about it.]
Some idiot I've known since high-school. He's loud and rowdy, hasn't changed a bit in all that time.
I think he's even gotten louder.
But it's the only type of loud I enjoy. And wherever he goes, I can't help but follow. Even if he needs to give me a push here and there. I wouldn't want it any different.
[Shouta doesn't say it often. He rarely alludes to their relationship or how Hizashi made him feel. Not because he didn't. He was just... bad at this. Maybe even a little afraid of admitting how much he cared.
But he heaves a small sigh all the same, to add;]
He'd pout if I didn't point out how cool and handsome he is. So. That too.
[Hizashi wanted a sappy scoop. So he delivered.]
Good. I'll look forward to meeting him.
[He will then relent, because as much as he enjoyed teasing the man when he had these rare moments to, he never let it get too far.]
I won't. It can be our... really disgusting little secret. Though, Recovery Girl knows. But she won't say anything.
[Gently he taps the side of a finger with his thumb.]
Tell me when you need me to move. I won't be insulted.
[Leaning back in the chair, Hizashi is slowly starting to brighten, following his harrowing nugget ordeal (and associated amateur dramatics). He had asked for a sappy scoop, and he's getting it. That's more than fine with him, because he can be fairly sappy himself.
He likes to listen to Shouta talk about him like this. But then, he likes to listen to Shouta in general.]
That guy sounds amazing, a real catch. Especially the part about how great it is that he's loud. And cool and handsome, of course. You better hold on to him. Guys like that don't come along every day. The really cool, handsome ones, I mean.
[Pointedly, he reaches up to place his free hand on Shouta's cheek, then slides his fingers up into his thick, dark hair. He gazes into his eyes, smiling softly.]
You're a lucky guy. But then, so is he.
[In the midst of his sappiness, he exhales in relief when Shouta says he won't tell. He just really doesn't want to be teased about floor nuggets for the rest of his life... unless it's just by Shouta. That, he can deal with. He can just add it to the pile of things Shouta teases him about.]
Yeah! Recovery Girl is the best! Well, second best. After you.
[Hizashi considers, pursing his lips, then grinning.]
Mm, you don't have to move anytime soon. I'm having a good time.
[It was nearly whispered, because he genuinely meant it. He felt lucky he had Hizashi, lucky that the man stayed out of harm. That he was alive, and with him. It did mean that Shouta would worry endlessly whenever Hizashi was off doing hero work, or when he joined on dangerous missions. He couldn't help that. They've lost so much together.
But, not wanting to fall too deeply into this sappy moment - as expressing his feelings still came with difficulties.]
He's gross sometimes, though. So I guess he's pretty lucky that I'm willing to stick around.
[He deadpans this, giving Hizashi a Look.
But he couldn't keep it up, not with Hizashi's hand in his hair, which prompts him to close his eyes with a content sigh.]
Next time you're being dramatic, do it on the couch. Easier for me to lay with you that way.
Gross??! Maybe he was just grossly misled about germ theory? Huh?
[He flashes sad kitty-cat eyes at Shouta, since those are more effective on him than puppy-dog eyes, though the difference between those expressions may exist only in his mind.]
Yeah, sounds like a mutual luck situation you've got going on. Isn't that the best kind?
[Hizashi is already very aware of how lucky he is. How many people can say they met the man of their dreams in high school and managed to stay with him? It was a real stroke of great luck.]
I see your point. The couch has a lot more room for cuddling. I'll make sure to keep that in mind, as it's in my best interest. We could always... move to the couch?
[It's certainly possible. Not that Hizashi's in a real hurry to go anywhere, as he's very much enjoying Shouta sitting on him.]
Okay, okay. Fix my mouth for me, cause I need kisses.
[Hizashi opens his mouth wide, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.]
[The sad kitty-cat eyes do nothing. Only making him roll his own as he reaches over to gently poke the middle of his forehead. Though he can't hide the fond smile as he regards him. He really did love this idiot with all of his damned heart.]
I guess.
[Now that the couch was on the table for somewhere to lounge, he looks back down to Hizashi and his open mouth... Reaching over to deposit the mouth wash, and other things he brought for the man's throat, right on his chest.]
Do it yourself.
[His tone flat, yet there was that hint of mischief, paired with his cheshire grin as he gets to his feet to move to the far more comfortable couch. Which he stretches out on fully, on his back with a smirk. Though, not to be too mean, he gestures for Hizashi to join him with a 'come hither' by pointing to himself. Then he pats his chest.
Usually it was reversed, where Hizashi would lay down and he'd lay on top of him. But some days he felt different, and right now he wanted the man to relax and have the honors this time.]
Yeah, germ theory! I'm an English teacher, not a science teacher! It's a real tragedy.
[The phrases with extra emphasis he makes sure to say in exaggerated English.
He blinks when poked in the forehead, but doesn't really seem to mind. When Shouta leaves all the mouth-fixing supplies on his chest, he gathers them up before they can fall off, then pulls a sad face as Shouta moves away and settles himself on the couch.]
Okay okay! I get it, I get it. I've gotta take responsibility for my own dirty mouth.
[He pauses to grin.]
You don't always mind when I have a dirty mouth.
[But, as suggested, he gets busy fixing his own mouth. It wouldn't do for him to get sick and get a sore throat in addition to the sadness of not getting kissed. That'd be a real bummer, so he does a very thorough job, watching Shouta as he does so. Once he's finished with his treatments, he sets the supplies to the side and crosses the room to join Shouta. He settles himself down on the couch, stretching out on top of Shouta and snuggling up.]
There. All clean. See?
[To illustrate, he opens his mouth, showing the interior to Shouta.]
[A small sigh follows, yet there is a touch of fondness in the utterance as he regards the voice hero. His voice hero. But he was thankful the man was taking care of his dumb mouth after that disaster of a food decision. He was pretty sure the man would be okay, but for his own sake he needed that mouth to be clean and as pristine as a mouth could be. Especially with his prior knowledge.]
Dirty and dirty are entirely different things. I'm less likely to catch a floor disease when you're being dirty.
[He drawls this out whilst he gets comfy. His arms wide and accommodating when Hizashi joins him, wrapping them both around that slender waist as soon as the man settles. They're a bit tangled but he enjoys it, cheekily sliding his leg between the others, bending it as he secures the man comfortably on himself.]
Don't just open your mouth like that, any wider and you'd eat me.
[A simple quip as he tucks his hand under Hizashi's shirt, so he can start stroking at his bare back, under the garment while his free hand moves to pinch at the man's chin, gently nudging that gaping maw a bit more closed.]
But yes, I can see.
[For his efforts he merely tugs him in closer, so he could gift him a slow and lingering kiss.]
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Since I'm an English teacher, maybe I should write a play about it. Very Shakespeare. Julius Chicken Caesar Salad. Or The Tragedy of MacNugget. Real serious stuff.
[He makes a serious face, nodding seriously. Modern Mic masterpieces in the making.]
And as a language teacher, I can tell you, dirty and dirty are the same. They're the exact same words, y'know.
[No, he knows what Shouta really means. He just can't resist the joke. Jokes are harder to resist than floor-nuggets. That's good. He's got to resist the floor food from now on, now that he knows the cruel truth! It is some consolation to him as Shouta's arms slip around his waist, while his leg slides between Hizashi's own. It's a lot of consolation, actually. Very close and very nice.]
Hey man, you might be exaggerating a little. You're not gonna catch a deadly disease off me cause of one nug.
[Although in spite of his protests, he's doesn't feel like protesting much more. He's already relaxing under Shouta's very expert touch.]
Eating you might not be a bad idea... but you've gotta confirm you haven't been on the floor first. Cause I'm turning over a new leaf.
[However, he doesn't wait for any confirmation before letting himself be drawn into the kiss and kissing Shouta back as his eyelids start to close.]
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[He sets his bounty of medication on his own lap, as he tugs a hair tie free from his pocket, idly gathering his hair into a loose bun.]
You're good at it. I don't think there's another pro who boasts the expertise you do. You've been doing radio since we were kids.
I'd hate interviews less if they stuck to hero questions. They just want gossip and to nose about everyone's business.
[He deadpan, crossing one leg over the other as he gets comfortable. He hadn't heard a word of protest yet, so.
Though he glances to Hizashi's hand, and he sets his own atop it. He doesn't push him away, instead he brushes the pad of his thumb across Hizashi's knuckles instead.]
Sorry, you're not allowed to die. You can be dramatic about it when we're both old and grey.
[There's a pause, before he huffs out an amused breath.]
...I can't believe you ate a nugget off the floor.
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I always loved talking, that's why. It just comes naturally.
[The subject is successtully distracting him from his nugget victim performance.]
Because people love that stuff! Gossip and everyone's business! That's what gets the clicks. More clicks, more gold bricks—brings in the bucks.
The challenge is focusing on making the hero work, while making it interesting to the average listener—not that my listeners are average—and you sprinkle in just the right amount of personal bits and pieces to keep it spicy.
[In response to the movement of Shouta's thumb, he moves his forefinger, stretching it out in an attempt to achieve contact with Shouta's hand.]
I will be a really cool old man. I can't deny the world Future Mic!
[But then, Hizashi groans again.]
I know, I know! You don't have to keep saying it. I saw it tumble to the floor, and something inside me just snapped. I wanted to believe... It could be safe. The last of the nuggets. That tiny tasty bundle of greasy joy...
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[To anyone else that may have sounded harsh, but Shouta usually adopted a different tone when it was just them. More of a bemused observation.]
You have a knack for it. The average reporter wants to know all the things that don't matter. Who I'm seeing, am I having kids? Others want to know my honest opinions on other heroes- remember the last time they asked me how it felt to work with All Might?
I think my popularity tanked after that.
[Something he genuinely didn't care about, he had only laughed when he heard the news.
He glances down to their hands, catching that stretched finger with his own, then moving his hand to better intertwine their digits together. A simple, affectionate gesture.]
No, you can't deny the world Future Mic.
['You can't deny me Future Mic' is left unsaid. But the squeeze to his hand implies it.]
I think I do have to keep saying it? Might tell the rest of the staff. Have a good chuckle with our peers.
[He pauses a moment, glancing back to those familiar glasses.]
...Am I too heavy yet?
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[He's not offended by Shouta's harsh remarks at a time like this. It's his love language, that's all.]
Ooh, Shota... Now I have to ask, who are you seeing? Do I get the exclusive sappy scoop?
[He can't resist, even thought he knows very well who Shouta is seeing.]
Yeah, your answers kind of... have the finesse of a ton of bricks dropped from a cargo plane.
[Hizashi thinks that's cute, but not everyone feels the same. He smiles again as he feels Shouta's fingers twine with him. He returns the squeeze fondly. Reassuringly.]
Future Mic is on his way, don't you worry. That old coot is en route.
[He inhales sharply—but doesn't utilize his quirk when he speaks next. He's just—normal loud.]
Noooooo, Shouta, don't tell everyone. Please. I'll ever hear the end of it! I don't wanna chuckle with our peers. Not when the chuckle's at me!
[Look, he can laugh at himself, but he doesn't want to be mocked about his chicken mistake for all time. At least Shouta is so close to him. Nice and warm. It's consoling him in his hour of need.]
Nah, not yet. I like the weight. I can wait.
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[He wiggles his fingers between Hizashi's, to fit their hands together more snug as he pretended to think about it.]
Some idiot I've known since high-school. He's loud and rowdy, hasn't changed a bit in all that time.
I think he's even gotten louder.
But it's the only type of loud I enjoy. And wherever he goes, I can't help but follow. Even if he needs to give me a push here and there. I wouldn't want it any different.
[Shouta doesn't say it often. He rarely alludes to their relationship or how Hizashi made him feel. Not because he didn't. He was just... bad at this. Maybe even a little afraid of admitting how much he cared.
But he heaves a small sigh all the same, to add;]
He'd pout if I didn't point out how cool and handsome he is. So. That too.
[Hizashi wanted a sappy scoop. So he delivered.]
Good. I'll look forward to meeting him.
[He will then relent, because as much as he enjoyed teasing the man when he had these rare moments to, he never let it get too far.]
I won't. It can be our... really disgusting little secret. Though, Recovery Girl knows. But she won't say anything.
[Gently he taps the side of a finger with his thumb.]
Tell me when you need me to move. I won't be insulted.
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He likes to listen to Shouta talk about him like this. But then, he likes to listen to Shouta in general.]
That guy sounds amazing, a real catch. Especially the part about how great it is that he's loud. And cool and handsome, of course. You better hold on to him. Guys like that don't come along every day. The really cool, handsome ones, I mean.
[Pointedly, he reaches up to place his free hand on Shouta's cheek, then slides his fingers up into his thick, dark hair. He gazes into his eyes, smiling softly.]
You're a lucky guy. But then, so is he.
[In the midst of his sappiness, he exhales in relief when Shouta says he won't tell. He just really doesn't want to be teased about floor nuggets for the rest of his life... unless it's just by Shouta. That, he can deal with. He can just add it to the pile of things Shouta teases him about.]
Yeah! Recovery Girl is the best! Well, second best. After you.
[Hizashi considers, pursing his lips, then grinning.]
Mm, you don't have to move anytime soon. I'm having a good time.
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[It was nearly whispered, because he genuinely meant it. He felt lucky he had Hizashi, lucky that the man stayed out of harm. That he was alive, and with him. It did mean that Shouta would worry endlessly whenever Hizashi was off doing hero work, or when he joined on dangerous missions. He couldn't help that. They've lost so much together.
But, not wanting to fall too deeply into this sappy moment - as expressing his feelings still came with difficulties.]
He's gross sometimes, though. So I guess he's pretty lucky that I'm willing to stick around.
[He deadpans this, giving Hizashi a Look.
But he couldn't keep it up, not with Hizashi's hand in his hair, which prompts him to close his eyes with a content sigh.]
Next time you're being dramatic, do it on the couch. Easier for me to lay with you that way.
Still, no kissing until you fix your mouth.
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[He flashes sad kitty-cat eyes at Shouta, since those are more effective on him than puppy-dog eyes, though the difference between those expressions may exist only in his mind.]
Yeah, sounds like a mutual luck situation you've got going on. Isn't that the best kind?
[Hizashi is already very aware of how lucky he is. How many people can say they met the man of their dreams in high school and managed to stay with him? It was a real stroke of great luck.]
I see your point. The couch has a lot more room for cuddling. I'll make sure to keep that in mind, as it's in my best interest. We could always... move to the couch?
[It's certainly possible. Not that Hizashi's in a real hurry to go anywhere, as he's very much enjoying Shouta sitting on him.]
Okay, okay. Fix my mouth for me, cause I need kisses.
[Hizashi opens his mouth wide, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.]
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[The sad kitty-cat eyes do nothing. Only making him roll his own as he reaches over to gently poke the middle of his forehead. Though he can't hide the fond smile as he regards him. He really did love this idiot with all of his damned heart.]
I guess.
[Now that the couch was on the table for somewhere to lounge, he looks back down to Hizashi and his open mouth... Reaching over to deposit the mouth wash, and other things he brought for the man's throat, right on his chest.]
Do it yourself.
[His tone flat, yet there was that hint of mischief, paired with his cheshire grin as he gets to his feet to move to the far more comfortable couch. Which he stretches out on fully, on his back with a smirk. Though, not to be too mean, he gestures for Hizashi to join him with a 'come hither' by pointing to himself. Then he pats his chest.
Usually it was reversed, where Hizashi would lay down and he'd lay on top of him. But some days he felt different, and right now he wanted the man to relax and have the honors this time.]
Fix your own mouth then come here.
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[The phrases with extra emphasis he makes sure to say in exaggerated English.
He blinks when poked in the forehead, but doesn't really seem to mind. When Shouta leaves all the mouth-fixing supplies on his chest, he gathers them up before they can fall off, then pulls a sad face as Shouta moves away and settles himself on the couch.]
Okay okay! I get it, I get it. I've gotta take responsibility for my own dirty mouth.
[He pauses to grin.]
You don't always mind when I have a dirty mouth.
[But, as suggested, he gets busy fixing his own mouth. It wouldn't do for him to get sick and get a sore throat in addition to the sadness of not getting kissed. That'd be a real bummer, so he does a very thorough job, watching Shouta as he does so. Once he's finished with his treatments, he sets the supplies to the side and crosses the room to join Shouta. He settles himself down on the couch, stretching out on top of Shouta and snuggling up.]
There. All clean. See?
[To illustrate, he opens his mouth, showing the interior to Shouta.]
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[A small sigh follows, yet there is a touch of fondness in the utterance as he regards the voice hero. His voice hero. But he was thankful the man was taking care of his dumb mouth after that disaster of a food decision. He was pretty sure the man would be okay, but for his own sake he needed that mouth to be clean and as pristine as a mouth could be. Especially with his prior knowledge.]
Dirty and dirty are entirely different things. I'm less likely to catch a floor disease when you're being dirty.
[He drawls this out whilst he gets comfy. His arms wide and accommodating when Hizashi joins him, wrapping them both around that slender waist as soon as the man settles. They're a bit tangled but he enjoys it, cheekily sliding his leg between the others, bending it as he secures the man comfortably on himself.]
Don't just open your mouth like that, any wider and you'd eat me.
[A simple quip as he tucks his hand under Hizashi's shirt, so he can start stroking at his bare back, under the garment while his free hand moves to pinch at the man's chin, gently nudging that gaping maw a bit more closed.]
But yes, I can see.
[For his efforts he merely tugs him in closer, so he could gift him a slow and lingering kiss.]
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Since I'm an English teacher, maybe I should write a play about it. Very Shakespeare. Julius Chicken Caesar Salad. Or The Tragedy of MacNugget. Real serious stuff.
[He makes a serious face, nodding seriously. Modern Mic masterpieces in the making.]
And as a language teacher, I can tell you, dirty and dirty are the same. They're the exact same words, y'know.
[No, he knows what Shouta really means. He just can't resist the joke. Jokes are harder to resist than floor-nuggets. That's good. He's got to resist the floor food from now on, now that he knows the cruel truth! It is some consolation to him as Shouta's arms slip around his waist, while his leg slides between Hizashi's own. It's a lot of consolation, actually. Very close and very nice.]
Hey man, you might be exaggerating a little. You're not gonna catch a deadly disease off me cause of one nug.
[Although in spite of his protests, he's doesn't feel like protesting much more. He's already relaxing under Shouta's very expert touch.]
Eating you might not be a bad idea... but you've gotta confirm you haven't been on the floor first. Cause I'm turning over a new leaf.
[However, he doesn't wait for any confirmation before letting himself be drawn into the kiss and kissing Shouta back as his eyelids start to close.]