Izuku's Tangles

Waiting For The Lights

For Hitoshi, awakening from sleep was nothing new. He would typically wait for his vision to clear while gazing at the ceiling. If not, he would resume sleeping for the lost time. He could only sleep for a few hours at a time because of his insomnia. Usually, he sleeps for blocks of three hours.

But it was different last night. He had a solid eight hours of sleep. He only woke once, at the agreed-upon hour of 6 a.m with Izuku. It said that Izuku was the one who assisted Hitoshi in getting a decent night's sleep. It felt natural for Hitoshi to be cuddling with another warm body next to him.

Izuku's hair concealed his beautiful face. Hitoshi brushed it away by pressing his locks. With his head resting on his chest, Izuku was nearly sleeping on top of him. He had his arms at his elbows and was hugging Hitoshi. His hair was dangling over the side and collecting on the air mattress.

Izuku received a shove from Hitoshi at precisely six, instructing him to get up. Izuku, who is a light sleeper, was startled awake and gasped. "Toshi?" He muttered as he lifted his head from his chest to scratch an eye. "What time is it?"

"Six am." Izuku's head was tucked back into his chest as Hitoshi spoke.

"What's the plan now?" Izuku yawned, snuggling closer.

"Well, we could cuddle for a bit longer or get some food, plus I need to text Katsuki."

Izuku hummed, squeezing Hitoshi's hand. "Let's cuddle, then you can talk to Katsuki." Wrapping an arm around Hitoshi's arm, he tangled them together. Hitoshi smiled brightly, wrapping an arm protectively around him.

They continued to relax in their warmth for about an hour. Izuku nodded off at one point, then jolted awake. Hitoshi questioned whether Izuku simply woke up startled every time. Izuku didn't have an answer.

A stomachache made them separate (slowly) to make their way to the kitchen. Hitoshi kneeled to unplug the blow-up bed and massaged the top to let the air flow out. Izuku sat in his chair, watching in amusement. He helped remove the sheets so that Hitoshi could fold them in a tight square, plopping them beside the door. Knowing Izuku would want to sleep with him the next night, he thought there was no point in keeping the blow-up bed. "Okay, now that's done, I can text Katsuki."

Izuku leapt from the seat and reclined against Hitoshi's lap as if it were commonplace. Hitoshi flushed and wished that it really was their routine. After turning on the computer, he waited for the app to load.

Hitoshi sent out a short and sweet text. 'Morning, you doing okay?'

"Are you sure he'll respond now?" Izuku asked, conveying his concern.

"He will," Hitoshi nodded, "He must get up early because he has to get to school, and he generally does."

"Oh, I see." Izuku didn't understand this school thing. "What's school?"

"Uh, you don't know what's- oh right, right. School's-"

"Katsuki replied!" Izuku pointed out, literally pointing at the screen.

Hitoshi rolled his eyes; he'll tell Izuku later. Izuku adjusted his hand away so he could see it. He glanced at the text. Katsuki gave a brief reply, 'I'm fine. But I was thinking about Izuku. I think he's Deku.'

'No, that's impossible.' Hitoshi's eyes curled.

'Their appearances match up, they both have green, long hair and freckles. Not many boys are like that. Besides, I'm heading over to your place now to see Deku myself.'

'What about school? You just got into the Hero course, you don't want to be damaging your record already.'

'You're skipping too, I bet.'