I Drew The Boys

I drew the boys🤲

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Thanks to the lies you told

Edgeshot x Best Jeanist soulmate AU where your soulmate's lies appear on your arm Angst with happy ending

„Jeanist, slow DOWN where are we even going?!”

Hawks half-screamed as he clung to the handle for dear life. Tsunagu was going at least 20 over the speed limit, but it was an emergency. He held out his arm for the other to read what stood written on it:

I only work with Best Jeanist I don’t even know him that well. I don’t even particularly like him.

It was a strange thing for Shinya to lie about, usually, he would simply say that they weren’t a couple if anyone who wasn’t supposed to know asked. He was scared to speak, worried that whatever situation Edgeshot was in would be made worse by badly chosen words. It was hard to remember not to tell even the smallest lie as it would immediately appear on his lover’s arm.

“I think Edge is in trouble.”

Nothing else left his lips and Keigo nodded in understanding:

“Well then, we should get there right away. Do you know where he might be? You can just tap for yes or no if you prefer not taking the risk of speaking. Just tap once for no, twice for yes.

Two taps on the stirring wheel.

“Okay. Do you know it based on lies Edgeshot has told? Did he mention names?”

Two taps. Pause. One tap. Keigo sighed as he sat more comfortably in the passenger’s seat. He asked more questions, like some sort of guessing game as he went through the details to come up with a plan. An abandoned factory. A big one most likely. Or at least not small. With many potential places to lurk on rescuers in the shadows. But lies could have different truths contradicting them; just because there was more than one criminal still didn’t tell them how many there were; it could be two or ten or hundreds. But that didn’t seem to matter to Jeanist and what kinds of heroes would they be if they couldn’t take on multiple criminals together?

“Did you at least inform the others? Kamui? Mt Lady?”

“I did.”

Shit. That was a lie. He had informed Kamui but not Mt Lady. He was sure it wouldn’t uncover their plan to whoever had his boyfriend, but he still would have preferred not giving them anything.

“Hey, Jeanist... check your arm.”

Keigo suddenly said, and Tsunagu’s eyes widened slightly at what he read:

I could just use my quirk at any time and get out myself. I’m not scared of you.

So he was unable to use his quirk. And he was scared. Edgeshot, one of the calmest men of all the heroes, was scared. Tsunagu’s knuckles turned white at how firmly he was gripping the stirring wheel and took a sharp turn that slammed Keigo into the door:

“Stop doing that!”

He looked at his colleague, squinting at the pure worry, disdain, and anger he saw in his eyes. It wasn’t an anger he’d ever let out, but it was there, and it would make him take any risk at all to handle the situation. Keigo reached over, softly pulling down the denim hero’s sleeve:

“Let’s keep this covered until we arrive, mh? We can see there if we got any more information. I need you to calm down and take this situation with caution.”

With a deep sigh, Tsunagu nodded and concentrated on the road instead. So many things wanted to run through his head, wanted to show him pictures of Edgeshot, Shinya, being tortured in so many possible ways, but he knew it didn’t help. He couldn’t know for sure until they arrived. So as long as he could just feel the soft tingling of new words appearing on his arm, he knew that Shinya was alive. Perhaps not okay. But alive.

The road felt impossibly long, almost like they were driving for hours even though the car’s clock only showed an advancement of 24 minutes from when they had left Keigo’s place. The factory was in the middle of a sea of beautiful golden wheat and for a moment Tsunagu thought about taking a walk there with Shinya. He would, he decided, as soon as the other was rescued and as soon as this place was secured. When a hero got into trouble, they had to be considered a victim. That’s what he had learned in class years ago, and so the other heroes had to come to their rescue. Time to be heroes. Jeanist slammed the door shut and fixed his hair:

“You came up with a plan, Hawks?”

“Well, I first texted Kamui and he should be here soon, he’s bringing help. We should check out how many people there are. I can do that.”

“Thank you, Hawks.”

Hawks disappeared into the air quicker than Jeanist could notice, flying up to look down into one of the windows. In the meanwhile, the taller one kept an eye out for anyone who might be keeping watch outside the building but couldn’t see anyone. It seemed strange to not have people outside and he wondered if it was a trap. Hawks whistled, catching his attention again; he held up 5 fingers.

5 kidnappers. And no outside security? And Edgeshot being scared. It didn’t take a genius to conclude that those people must have been dangerous. Hawks rejoined him on the ground:

“Don’t freak out. But Edge is hurt. I can’t tell now badly, but he is bleeding.”

It wasn’t something Jeanist hadn’t expected, but something he had hoped for not to happen. He rolled up his sleeve again, checking for any more clues or help.

Heh. That punch didn’t even hurt.

“Stop provoking them...”

Jeanist mumbled and shook his head to clear his mind:

“Did you see their quirks? Any quirk like Eraser’s? Why can’t Edge use his?”

“Likely a drug. They don’t seem too famous so probably just a cheap one. Temporary.”

This was relieving to hear but it didn’t mean it wasn’t just as bad. Not only were those drugs illegal, but hardly anyone knew what side effects they had. 5 people. That had to be doable. Maybe they weren’t that dangerous at all but that wasn’t a possibility that could be trusted.

“One of them has a crab quirk and another seems to have some strength or punching quirk. I didn’t see more for the others. “

Hawks admitted, putting his hands in his pockets:

“It doesn’t seem like they noticed us. I think it’s best to wait for Kamui.

Just as Jeanist was about to agree, they saw the wood hero in the close distance, accompanied by, surprisingly, nobody.

“Talk of the devil!”

Hawks snorted as he waved at him.

I don’t think anyone is coming. As a hero, you have to be able to fend for yourself.

Despite knowing it was only lies written on his arm, this statement hurt just as much as reading Edgeshot say he “didn’t even like him that much”. It was like a needle piercing Jeanist’s heart even though he knew it wasn’t true. Edgeshot knew they would try to save him. They /would/ save him.

“Do we have a plan?”

Kamui asked as he joined the two of them at last, and crossed his arms, looking at the two in question.

“Well… not directly except “go inside and see how it goes”. But did you not bring any backup?”

“I did. They’re waiting they will come when I press this little button.”

He held up a little device, one that would notify the waiting pro-heroes if they needed help:

“I brought Fat Gum and Death Arms and others are informed as well. Just in case.”

Jeanist nodded, grateful for his colleagues’ good planning. He felt bad for neglecting it, knowing he shouldn’t just because Edgeshot was his boyfriend. Sometimes it was hard to separate between work and private life. Yet he was glad he got help in the first place instead of just going on his own. He really needed to pull himself together now, it wouldn’t help Shinya at all if he rushed anything now.

The trio checked once more for people lurking outside the building and approached the front door when they verified that there was indeed nobody to worry about there. They were quiet as Hawks broke the lock with one of his feathers; it merely clicked and was only audible if you really concentrated on it. He was amazingly stealthy and skilled in using them.

The entrance and hallway were broad and each of their steps threatened to echo dangerously and alarm the criminals in the main hall. So, they only got along slowly, but at least the emptiness left no space for anyone to hide and attack. Unless they had an invisibility quirk and so they stayed aware of their surroundings. Soon, voices could be heard from behind a slightly open door, which they silently agreed to eavesdrop on first.

There seemed to be one person who was the main talker, perhaps the leader of the gang, who was speaking about disobedience and “just wanting to know some little facts” about ongoing operations and plans. Followed by the shivering voice of Edgeshot’s brief, untruthful, or provocative responses and it became clear just from that shiver as he spoke that saying anything seemed safer than staying silent which would have been his natural reaction. It was an exhausted shiver; he was in pain for sure but was trying hard to keep his composure. Passing out on people who wanted to keep you talking was more dangerous than the risk of saying something wrong at the moment. And they didn’t have him far enough to let his tongue slip yet. Not even close.

The three jumped as a disgusting, cracking sound filled the air and Edgeshot groaned. 

“Hey, hey, now don’t break his jaw he needs it to talk you idiot! If you don’t talk soon, we might have to break more than your teeth.”

The leader said and it made Jeanist grind his own teeth.

“I don’t know any of the information you’re asking about.”

Another slight tingle on Jeanist’s arm which he softly caressed for a moment. He lurked inside the room now, seeing the crab man, with gigantic claws for arms he didn’t doubt they’d use on Edgeshot as well if needed and given the chance. The man standing right in front of him was probably the one with the strength quirk, he cracked his knuckles and Jeanist closed his eyes as he went for another punch. His boyfriend had undoubtedly been through worse than this but to stand and watch him get beaten wasn’t something he was willing to do. The other three people’s quirk wasn’t clear, it could have been anything and for the time the three stood and observed only one showed off hers; it seemed like she could grow her fingernails at will, into long sharp claws and was doing it out of boredom at the moment. No, not boredom. /Anticipation/. She was impatient to use them on Edgeshot. Jeanist was hit by the realization that the 5 didn’t belong together; the leader must have taken criminals with an eagerness to blow off their steam on some hero while he got the information he wanted.

“I think they don’t belong together. They likely won’t be communicating with each other well.”

He whispered to his colleagues, and they nodded in agreement. Whether it was because they had observed the same or because they simply trusted Jeanist’s observation didn’t matter. What mattered was that this knowledge increased their chances of success.

“I’ll take care of Miss needs-a-manicure, and the leader, Jeanist can you take the strength one? Kamui, try to restrain the other two. We should be able to keep them under control and call help in time just in case we struggle.”

Hawks suggested, nodding in the direction of the door as he raised three fingers, lowering them one by one as a silent countdown. Then time seemed to freeze as they stormed the room; it always felt this way to Jeanist when he entered a fight like the world was moving much too slowly, like he needed to go faster. He blamed it on the adrenaline that rushed through him with each new fight, but it helped him stay aware and make thought-through decisions.

The criminals turned around, clearly surprised at the sudden infiltration, and immediately began defending themselves; the one who had been beating Edgeshot kicked the chair he was tied to hard, causing it to be knocked over almost faster than Jeanist could react. But he caught the other hero with his quirk, bringing him out of the way of the fight. With the other, he tried holding onto the other man and keep him restrained; but as expected, it wasn’t that easy. He broke free fast, merely smirking as he approached Jeanist only to be trapped with stronger and tighter threads. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his colleagues struggle with their respective opponents. He jumped up to a higher position, landing gracefully on one of the pipes.

 It seemed strange that his prisoner had stopped resisting but as he heard Kamui yelp in pain merely a moment before his own shoulder got dislocated, he understood why. A speed quirk or something of the sort, he figured, completely ignoring the pain, and made up for the loss of this arm by putting more strain on his other hand.

Jeanist heard a quiet beeping sound and knew Kamui had called for help like he had said. Now it was only a matter of staying unharmed and keeping Edgeshot safe.

“Hawks-!”

He started shouting, but his colleague was already sending out his feathers to try and stop or at least slow down this opponent. It was hard to keep track of him, but Hawks seemed to have little struggle with it. He wasn’t able to touch him quite yet, but following the movement of his bright red feathers was much easier to make out the location.

“Edge!! Can you use your quirk?”

No response. Either he had passed out or hadn’t heard him. Likely the latter as the sound of the woman’s yell broke through; it was shrill, and Jeanist wasn’t sure what had happened. Likely a failed attempt at distracting him, but he didn’t call out to his boyfriend again. His opponent had freed himself once more and stomped over to the chair; stopped by a bullet lodging itself into his leg.

“Clever to bring him!”

Hawks praised Kamui, referring to Snipe, who, despite not quite being there yet, was able to use his quirk. The moment was perfect to get a hold of the man again and pull him back from Edgeshot:

“You are /not/ going near him!”

He dodged another attack from the one who had dislodged his shoulder and rejoined his colleagues on the ground. The fifth criminal seemed to have given up. He wasn’t resisting Kamui’s Lacquered Chain Prison and that was why he was paying closer attention to him than the crab guy who was actively trying to free his claws.

It didn’t take too long until more heroes came for help, namely Fat Gum, who wrung his way through to Shinya to cover him, and Death Arms who saw the difficulty and helped with the crab criminal. Even he grunted in effort trying to knock him out.

The fifth guy moved a little too abruptly for the strong man’s liking and was promptly knocked unconscious before he could so much as think about using his quirk. Now that Edgeshot was being covered by Fat Gum, it was easier to fight. Another scream echoed off the walls, followed by a victorious “Hah!” from Hawks, who had finally hit the man bouncing off the walls in his immensely fast way, and gotten him to fall.

“Kamui, can you take this one too?”

After short acknowledgment, Jeanist took his hand off the man he was keeping trapped, redirecting it to the other one. His hand hurt from the amount of force he had to apply, and he was beginning to develop a headache. It was safe enough to throw a quick glance over to Edgeshot again; Fat Gum was checking him over, apparently not too concerned and that was all Jeanist needed to know. The all too familiar tingle on his arm assured him that the man was awake, but he had no time to look at what lie he had told at that moment.

Soon, more people stormed in, to properly arrest and restrain the criminals, all in ways that best fit their quirks to keep them under control. One of the policewomen started talking to Jeanist, wanting to clear up the circumstances and what had happened, but Hawks quickly chimed in:

“I’ll talk to them. Go check on the damsel in distress.”

The denim hero gave a thankful nod, impatiently rushing over to Edgeshot and tearing off his restraints with his quirk. Fat Gum informed him that the other wasn’t fatally hurt, not from what he could tell at least, and was conscious and responsive. He then left as well, to give directions to the paramedics that were waiting outside. It marked the end of the fight for now, and Tsunagu put a hand on Shinya’s cheek:

“My little thread, are you with me?”

A bloody smile formed on his boyfriend’s face, as he finally raised his head; he had a bad black eye, missing teeth, and what looked like a broken nose. With the strength of the criminal, it wouldn’t have been a surprise if he had had more fractures. His voice was slightly strained as he spoke, which clearly took him a great deal of effort:

“Not for long I’m afraid, love.”

“That’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe, and we’ll bring you to the hospital.”

But Shinya had already slumped forward against his torso in the middle of the sentence, with raspy breaths and Tsunagu just ran his fingers through his hair for a moment. Then it was time to leave, and with the help of his quirk, he gently and carefully took the ninja hero along to hand him over to the paramedics. All the participants of the fight were quickly checked over for injuries and one of the medical staff made quick work of putting his shoulder back into place. The noise of it was disgusting and it hurt, but the pain quickly faded.

“I’ll accompany him to the hospital.”

He announced, tossing Hawks his keys:

“Would you mind taking my car home in the meantime? I trust you won’t crash it within the first five minutes.”

“Nice! Nope, but within ten.”

His colleague replied with a cheeky grin that made him roll his eyes with a sigh. It wasn’t that he didn’t find the remark funny, but at that moment he was still too worried about Shinya to laugh about it. 

“If the police don’t need you anymore, we’d get going now, Best Jeanist.”

The driver of the ambulance said, and Tsunagu nodded:

“Yes, I’m coming. I’ll text you later, Hawks. Tell Kamui and the others I appreciate their help.”

With that, he climbed into the vehicle, assigned by the paramedics to a place where he would not sit in their way. He even got to hold his boyfriend’s hand and he held it with so much care as if he might break it if he was too rough. His thumb stroked over the other’s palm and the last lie he had spoken came back to his mind, so he rolled up his sleeve:

I doubt Jeanist has time to worry, he is too busy fighting.

Of course, he had known that Tsunagu would always be worried about his well-being, no matter how hard he was concentrating on doing his job as a hero. It wouldn’t affect his feelings just the same way his feelings wouldn’t affect his work. These two things co-existed, often in an overlap, but as a professional, he could keep them separate in his actions.

One of the paramedics dabbed cotton pads drenched with alcohol on the smaller scratches on Shinya’s face, causing him to unconsciously squeeze his hand a little.

“They’re just cleaning your wounds, Shi, it’s alright.”

It was calmingly quiet, and the lack of the all-too-familiar ambulance siren was a blessing. Every now and then his boyfriend would stir or make a small noise, or the paramedics would go around and attend to him.

Everything seemed perfectly fine, until upon entering the hospital, Shinya suddenly shot upright and threw up. The staff didn’t lose any time, rushing him to one of the rooms and Tsunagu was quickly informed he would need to wait while they checked for brain damage. It made his heart beat so loudly he could barely hear anything else, and he couldn’t help but pace back and forth for what felt like an eternity. Nervously, he played around on his sleeves with his quirk, disassembling and reassembling them before he went on to biting his nails; a habit he had quit years ago but that would come back every once in a while when he was particularly stressed. This “eternity” in reality took no longer than roughly 20 minutes. Then the door opened, and the doctor brought out the other man again, who had a faint smile on his lips when he saw him. Tsunagu smiled back, in relief and happiness to see him alright as the doctor started to speak:

“He’s concussed, we’d like to keep him here for a few days just to be sure. But other than that, he should make a fast recovery. His quirk should also start to work again soon, we detected a weak form of a quirk-erasing drug. Nothing to be worried about.”

She explained and Shinya chuckled:

“Yeah, plus I feel much better after vomiting my guts out.”

Tsunagu rolled his eyes with an amused huff and said he was glad about that. The doctor brought them to a room, a private one which was one of the government-paid benefits of being a pro hero. The sun was high in the sky and up until now he wasn’t aware of how hungry he was; he had skipped breakfast at the first feeling of something being wrong when he woke up without his boyfriend by his side and altogether hadn’t eaten since dinner the day before.

“I’ll have someone bring you two food. Mr. Kamihara can eat if he feels like it but take it slow. And if your headache or nausea gets worse or you need anything, please inform someone. The visitation time /officially/ ends at 7 pm, Mr. Hakamada, in case you are one of the few partners that care.”

She winked and disappeared into the hallway. Seconds later, Shinya started to shift around a bit, scooting over to one side of the bed and patted the empty spot next to him:

“I want cuddles please I didn’t get them after my very much annoying night shift.”

“Ah, well if you join five strangers in an abandoned factory without telling me I can’t provide cuddles very well.”

Tsunagu mused, laying down carefully next to his very messy-looking ninja-worm lover. He put a hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a loving kiss.

“Eww Tsu, I barely rinsed my mouth out!”

“Ah, that bit of blood and puke taste is nothing compared to your cooking last week.”

The other punched him lightly at the memory of his accidental mess-up of over-seasoned and undercooked pasta. Still, he had eaten the whole plate without a single complaint.

“I told you you could stop eating.”

“I didn’t want to after you took the time to cook it. So let me kiss you since I took the time to save you~”

They shared another, shorter kiss before Shinya rested his head on Tsunagu’s shoulder and closed his eyes:

“I’m a bit dizzy and tired, Tsu, will you stay?”

“Of course, I will my soft little fiber. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With that, he fell asleep and although he himself wanted to wait for the food, couldn’t help but give in to a comfortable nap with the person he loved most.

Pretty boy Jeanist with pretty dyed hair and piercings

Ugly scribbles this time

Just A Crush

Tsunagu is very gay and very in love with Shinya but very scared to admit that Fluff

It all started when they were in high school. In the exam period, to be precise, when Tsunagu lay awake for nights. Not because he was studying so much. No, quite the opposite. He was awake because of a boy, younger than him and with long hair he had always hated. Always messy and unkempt and done in messy buns or even messier ponytails. It had bothered him ever since he had seen him for the first time. More than that, there has never been a single day where this boy had a neatly done tie or neatly worn clothes or even just tied shoelaces. In Tsunagu’s eyes, that boy resembled a gremlin more than he resembled a UA student. 

“How are you comfortable walking around like that?!”

“Like what?”

That had been their first interaction. In hindsight, that seemed quite harsh, but in that moment it had been the only thing Tsunagu had had in mind for this other student whose name he didn’t even know at that point.

“You're a mess. At least tie your shoes. And let me help with your tie.

“Okay. I’m Shinya by the way.”

From that moment, his mind hasn’t been still. Always running and running back to this mess of a person who, strangely enough, was starting to improve fast after this interaction. They spent more time together, mostly in the hallways before and after class. Those were the best moments of Tsunagu’s days even though they did nothing but talk, about trivial things, but it felt like so much more than that.

A lot more effort was going into Shinya’s appearance now, and that also didn’t leave Tsunagu’s mind. He simply couldn’t make sense of why neither version of this boy would leave his mind and why he wished to just sit with him and comb his hair. And help him find a better hairstyle. One that would be more heroic. Why he wanted to be with him and do anything, really. He would be happy just sitting there and listening to him talk while sewing. And maybe hang out after school and get ice cream. And hold hands.

Shit.

Tsunagu rubbed his eyes and got up to get a glass of water. He had the horrible feeling of knowing what all his sleepless nights and desperate waiting for any message and any chance to talk to Shinya meant. He knew it, for sure, deep down just below the denial. The cool water calmed him a bit and refreshed him but as he sat back down on the bed and checked the time on his phone, his heart skipped a beat.

‘Wanna hang out? I can’t sleep. Unless you’re busy studying.’

Various possible replies rushed through his brain, none of which seemed good enough to send. He wanted to say yes but it was past midnight and surely his mother wouldn’t like for him to go out that late. And the other shouldn’t be out at that time either, and they shouldn’t start this and form a bad habit out of it. For that reason alone, he knew that he really should say no.

‘Sure. By the park?’

‘By the park. Be there in 10!’

Never before had Tsunagu snuck out of the house; it wasn’t that his parents wouldn’t have allowed it but rather that it was simply unlike him. He left a note, though, just in case, and put on a jacket like his mother always told him to. And then out into the night he went; it was cold and some of the street lanterns weren’t working quite well and frankly, he was a bit scared. Class didn’t properly prepare you for walking around at night, sleep-deprived, and with nothing for defense but your own quirk. 

Luckily, it wasn’t a long walk and the lamps around the park were much brighter, thanks to the LEDs they used. Shinya was already waiting and waved with a smile when he spotted him. 

“Tsu!”

This made him pull his turtleneck higher into his face, to hide the soft blush that immediately formed on his cheeks. 

“Hello, Shinya.”

He replied simply, standing at a slightly weird distance from the shorter boy; really not wanting him to notice how flustered he was. Maybe it was because of the more formal school environment that he could push down his feelings there, or because he was so tired at that moment, but just looking at the other made him feel all warm despite the freezing air.

Shinya’s hair was done, in a sharp angle on the front and spikes in the back which likely took a lot of effort and hairspray. Tsunagu wasn’t sure whether he hated or loved it, and so for a moment he just stared. And blinked. And stared again as a badly fought grin crept up on the younger one’s face:

“Come on, say something!”

“It’s… original? Not in a bad way! Necessarily... I think it would look even cooler if you let it grow longer.” 

“So you’re saying it’s cool?”

“…yes.”

The older one could have sworn to see a tint of pink on his face, for just a moment, but blamed it on wishful thinking. Surely Shinya didn’t like him back and surely it was just a stupid little one-sided crush that would leave within a short while.

Except that it didn’t. It didn’t leave, not as they formed a club together, that was more an excuse to hang out than an actual club as they were the only members. And Shinya couldn’t even knit or sew or stitch. And not as Tsunagu graduated. Not even as they both started an internship together, in an agency of a popular hero who had expressed interest in them for a while. But had waited until both of them were free from the hold-back that high school classes could be. 

It was a nice thing; they gathered experience, earned some money, and saved people, more often than not together. And even now, with their own hero names, Best Jeanist couldn’t help but think about being with the man who now called himself Edgeshot. And who would always stay in his memory as the boy whose appearance he had hated so much it had pushed him to talk to him. Over the years, he had only grown more handsome, more mature and kept his humorous and silly side for more private moments.

“Tsu, your hair got a bit messy.”

Shinya said one day after they were sent home at the end of the day. He stopped in front of Tsunagu and reached up to fix the wild hair strand. His hands felt warm and the older one felt the strong urge to cry at how nice it felt:

“Please, stop.”

All those years, he had kept those feelings secret, scared of rejection and of losing the other as a friend. Of losing him altogether. It hurt to think about ruining what they had because of a confession. The younger one looked at him in confusion, stepping back:

“What’s wrong?”

There was genuine worry in his voice, and it broke Tsunagu’s heart. There was nothing wrong, the problem was that it was so right. That it felt so good. He wanted more of his touch and never feel anything but this warmth. But he was far too scared to admit that. They were colleagues, now, after all, and…

“Tsu. Talk to me, please. You have the same look you’ve been having for years whenever I show you any kind of affection. I’ve seen your blushes. And your smiles. And the way you would avert your eyes.”

There was a long moment of silence and the blonde felt a tear roll down his cheek; he tried to hide it by looking away as always. But this time, Shinya didn’t let him; with a soft gesture, he turned Tsunagu’s face back to look at him, his thumb softly brushing away the tear: 

“I know you’re in love with me. Now I know. I wasn’t sure before.”

It shocked the taller one to hear that, although he should have expected it. He wasn’t very good at hiding it, he never had been. Still, there was always the hope that maybe the other was oblivious to it. And his heart dropped in fear and guilt.

“I’m sorry, I really tried to hide it.”

“I fell for you first.”

His face stayed blank, his brain trying to process what his so-called "crush" had just said. 

“What?”

Was all he could think to say and the other chuckled. It was his cute chuckle, the one that was genuine and amused and not held back. He took his hands, and Tsunagu thought he was caught in a daydream.

“I got a crush when I first saw you and got jealous of all the girls around you. Even more, at the moment you talked to me, after I saw how often you looked at me with so much, what I thought, hate. I thought you didn’t like me and I was a bit upset because I knew I could never match your good looks. I wasn't motivated to even try to impress you. But then you talked to me and helped me and I for once felt like I wanted to put effort into my appearance. I dreamed about you sometimes but I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Tsunagu caught himself and now it was his time to laugh:

“I couldn’t sleep for nights when I realized I liked you. What destroyed me was the night at the park. When I saw you with your idea for your hair. And later, when you took my suggestion of growing it out. It made me so happy but it broke me so much because I was scared to lose you.” 

What happened next wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t something he ever wanted to rush and it wasn’t the setting and it certainly wasn’t something he’d ever have done without asking. But he cupped Shinya’s cheek, and there was nothing but love in both of their eyes. The kiss that followed was the most wonderful thing Tsunagu had ever felt; he’d been dreaming about it, so many times that he feared to wake up the next second with nothing but his stuffy in his arms and neverending yearning.

But instead of seeing the ceiling of his room, upon opening his eyes he just looked back at the most handsome man he knew; and he looked adorable with the faint tint of pink on his cheeks, contrasting the deep red that colored his own. The smaller one was holding on to his collar and gave a shy smile before stealing another kiss. His lips tasted like cherry chapstick, something Jeanist had been too caught up in pure bliss before to notice. 

“Oh oh oh, you fell hard for me, didn’t you?”

“It feels more like I crashed through a glass ceiling. I need you near me like fancy expensive denim.”

“Don’t compare me to fabric!”

The other laughed, and pulled away, only to softly take Tsunagus's hand and pull him along to continue their way back home:

“Let’s be boyfriends.”

Years later, Tsunagu still couldn’t believe those words. He still dreamed about the kiss and smiled like a fool when thinking about it. They weren’t boyfriends anymore now but while they were, it was the calmest time of his life. But they had both been through so much, in their job as heroes and the constant danger they had both been in and still went through, it didn’t last longer than a few years like that. Their lives were too short and at risk for that. 

Shaking off his thoughts of the past, he turned over and kissed his husband’s shoulder softly while caressing his hair:

“Good morning my soft little fibre. I’m leaving for work. Do you need anything from the store?”

“Mhhh no don’t go. … I need hairspray please.”

“I already stayed fifteen extra minutes I really need to get going now, my dear. I’ll see you later.”

With that, he got up and dressed and only took one last look at the man as he walked out the door with a smile:

“I’ll see you later.”

“You take years to bring up the bravery to confess to me but then you just need 15 minutes to leave me! Traitor, traitor!”

Shinya joked tiredly, and made a happy noise as Tsunagu used his quirk to pull the blanket higher over his body:

“I love you, Tsu.”

“I love you more.”

Dreamed about Jeanist wearing a really cool fully black outfit but couldnt fully remember what it looked like but he was very hot in it. So I drew it.