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Stitches

Hanta was okay, after a few days his ankle really started to heal. He was getting used to his crutches and his stitches were meant to dissolve in about a week. And Aizawa was able to bring him into the hospital on base to get it legitimately checked out, and even snatched stronger, medical professional approved painkillers for his injury. And they didn't even charge him for it because apparently everyone there knows Aizawa and owes him. You didn't ask.

But that doesn't matter, because he was getting better and the designated party day snuck up on everyone. You hadn't asked Hitoshi about what he said the day of Hanta's mishap, to be honest you kind of forgot about it until now. And if he had never mentioned it before, there was most likely a reason for it, but as his friend and lover you had your curiosity get the better of you.

"Hey I almost forgot to ask, the day that your uncle stitched up H's ankle, you said something about doing that before. What did you mean?" Laying in your bed, you rolled over to your side to face Hitoshi. He was doing his morning reading...yes he is like a 70 year old man.

"Oh well, do you remember when I told you about how I had a bad crash off of my bike in highschool?" Of course you did, it's easy to remember when you can see the scar it left behind every single day. It isn't exactly unnoticeable, the scar's a good 2 or 3 inches long and right on his abs.

"Well I don't talk about it much because I don't totally remember all of it. You see I vividly know some bits and pieces, and then I just got filled in on the rest. So basically, I was bombing down this hill and went into a death wobble, which inevitably had me end up face down in a bush. I'm still not totally sure if I passed out or not, but after I got up from the bush I saw the giant blood stain on my shirt. Lifted it up to see the gash and a twig sticking out of my stomach. Then I panicked, so instead of calling one of my parents or going to the ER, I ran back home. Both of my parents were working at the time, so I found some of my dad's emergency medical equipment: went to the bathroom, googled how to do stitches, and went to work. Next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital bed. So yeah, that was my first experience with stitching someone up."

"That is not how I was expecting that story to go. Did you seriously freak out so much you forgot how to function? Seriously, how did you think running home and stitching yourself up was better than walking to a hospital or something? Even if you just found some random person that could help you. That would better than what you did on instinct."

"Honestly I think I was slightly concussed and low on blood. I'm not kidding, it was bad." His eyes looked as if he was off in thought after that, reminiscing on his past trauma.

"On a scale from 0 to squid games, how bad was it?" He deadpanned. He was done with your bullshit already and it was only 10 in the morning, you could tell. But he played along.

"There was a solid moment where I felt like Sae-Byeok in episode 8, but definitely not with the same ending." You laughed and were completely content now that you knew the whole story. But as you saw the time on your phone you knew you had to get up, which sullened your mood.

"We have to get out of bed now. We need to get the house decorated, pick up food and cake, and still get ourselves ready too before the party starts." He mirrored your mood when you said that. It was obvious he just wanted to stay in bed but he offered to help Momo and you already, and he stuck by his word.

"Ugh, fine. Just give me five more minutes." Finally putting his book down he engulfed you in his embrace before pretending to sleep. You had a feeling this would last more than 5 minutes.

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It definitely lasted more than 5 minutes, his fake sleeping alone taking up a solid half hour. It was now around 11 o'clock and you found yourself in a joint shower, legs slightly shaking as Hitoshi helped hold you up. Washing your back as you wondered how you got in this position.

"I don't understand how you always seem to find a way to get me to want to fuck you?" You looked up at him; his stubble was growing in.

"I guess you'll find I'm very persuasive. Especially when it comes to pleasing you so much you start begging for more.You're addictive and addicted." Your mind started to match your legs, becoming mush. So you definitely do know how he gets you to do it.

"Okay that's it. Times up, you're kicked out." You pushed him out of the shower. "You can take your sexy ass voice and wait till I'm done with my shower to finish yours."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh I'm fucking serious. Thanks for the head, I love you. But we don't have the time to do anything, so I'm stopping it before we're able to start." You threw his towel at him and showed him away as nicely as possible. Finishing your bath in peace, he did the same after you.