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Hitoshi knew. He knew that Izuku is scarily ambitious, hardworking, diligent and all. He knew that his boyfriend always keep his word. So, really, why is he even surprised at this point? But…
„Oh, come on. Isn’t this a little too early in the mornin’ for a jog?” he mumbled into Izuku’s shoulder, having his arms and legs wrapped around the shorter teen’s torso to keep him in bed. Preposterous. Unbelievable. How can someone, so short, be so cruel? "Toshi, it’s already 5:30 am, you know?” He wiggled in his hold a bit and sighed.
Shinsou isn’t actually stupid, he knows perfectly well that if he wanted, his boyfriend would get out of his hold without breaking a sweat. He also isn’t in denial (anymore) about his attraction to Midoriya, so he can admit. That’s pretty fucking hot. But not when he just wants to sleep snuggled with his boyfriend under the warm covers, when the air in his room is so frigid. „Already, huh..”, „Besides…” Green haired boy hummed, „... I promised Iida that we would go on a run at 6, I can’t just leave him like that.” A scarred hand found its way into his tangled, purple hair. If Izuku thought that this gesture would placate the grumpy insomniac, then he was very wrong. The grip only became tighter.
„It’s Saturday, ‘zuku” Hitoshi placed a feathery kiss on Midoriya’s nape, and shoved his nose into his hair, making the boy giggle. An involuntary smile bloomed on Shinsou’s sleepy face, well hidden behind the body that he was hogging. „Hey, don’t be dramatic.”, "I'm never dramatic", Izuku rolled face to face towards his boyfriend and kissed his cheek, „You can sleep after I go out, you won’t even notice that I’m gone, and when you’ll wake up once more, I’ll be there again.”. Ugh, his cute, freckled face stretched out into a disgustingly soft, and warm smile, making Hitoshi glad that he cracked one eye open for this conversation as his stomach started to fill out with this mushy feeling of affection. He was so lucky. „I won’t”, he declared. Izuku smile cracked dumbly, and he repeated his words, „You won’t?”, a hum, „Why not? It’s a day free of school”. „The heating is still off, have you forgotten already? I won’t fall asleep cold. You have to be here.” End of story. No. Nuh-uh. If his overpowered boyfriend thought that he would let him go, he couldn’t be more far from the truth.
Midoriya actually rolled his eyes at him, as if he was the one sprouting stupid shit at the ass crack of dawn, and gently shook his head, as if exasperated. What a little shit. What he didn’t account for, in his defense from being left alone, was a situation in which Izuku gently cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. The room was still a little dark, and a little too cold. The day was still in a stage of being a little too early morning and already tiring, but they kissed softly, warmly, opposing the world outside their covers. Hitoshi slid his one eye closed again and relaxed his body, hand drifting from clutching the hem of the shirt, to gently laying on a warm mid back, although, very soon, being grabbed by the other boy and tangled together with his fingers. Kisses grew even softer, more sluggish as Hitoshi’s brain started to shut down again. So warm. His boyfriend is so warm. He could lay in there forever. Eventually, without noticing, he successfully was dragged back to sleep.
When he woke up half an hour later, shivering, cold and alone, he let out a curse. What Izuku didn’t account for, was that Hitoshi would awaken before he could end his and Iida’s morning run.
„Iida, you’re so dead for this.”
Somewhere, out in the UA campus, while running with Midoriya, Iida felt a shiver go up his spine.