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(Let me know if y'all want me to go back to switching POV, I can do either!)
"Yes, we need to talk now. I don't care that you're sleeping this is important Shouta. I'm coming over." The blonde said sternly hanging up the phone. He pushed his hair out of his face as he stare at Y/N's apartment, her lights turning off. He and Aizawa needed to figure this out, it was bad enough he was competing with his best friend, but with All Might too? Hizashi felt hopeless and so small.
He made his way over to Aizawa's house and knocked. The ravenette begrudgingly opened the door, glaring at the blond in front of him. "This better be important" he grumbled letting Hizashi in. Hizashi walked in "It is, I promise" he said in a softer more somber voice than his usual happy tone.
Aizawa looked at him questioningly, Hizashi was never this quiet. Something was wrong. He followed him and sat down on the couch, a cat hopping into his lap as he stroked its fur. "So... what is the problem, Yamada?" He questioned looking over at him.
He fiddled with his hands looking down "It's Nekomura..." Hizashi trailed off. Aizawa snapped his head at him "Is she okay?! Why are you here if she is in trouble!" he hurried. "No... she is fine." Hizashi sighed, finding the words heavy on his tongue, unable to tell Shouta what he saw.
"Then what is it? It has to be important for you to wake me up this late" Aizawa groaned, a bit annoyed that the blonde was dragging this on when he could be sleeping soundly with his cats. Hizashi finally looked his friend in the eye "While on patrol I passed by her apartment and saw All Might leaving... I think they're back together...." he said sadly.
Aizawa felt his chest tighten, many confusing emotions running through him. Sadness...Disappointment...Anger.....Excitement? He sighed "Well.... she has been thinking that she used her quirk on us and she feels guilty..." Aizawa explained, "I think she is confused because it is obvious she knows we both want her....maybe being with Toshinori is just....easy..".
Hizashi held his head in his hands "But we don't know how she feels about us..." he mumbled sadly. Aizawa watched him, he felt his heart pang seeing Hizashi so sad. He placed his hand on Hizashi's thigh "I knew how you felt about her...and obviously you know how I felt about her...If she is back with Toshinori...what if we..." Aizawa trailed off, his face heating up realizing what he is about to admit to Hizashi, something he hasn't even admitted to himself.
The blonde raised his head, locking eyes with Aizawa "If we what?" he asked. Aizawa sighed and decided actions spoke more than words, and he couldn't form the words. "Fuck it..." Aizawa whispered before closing the space between them and kissing Hizashi.
Hizashi's eyes widened but soon he gave into Aizawa, new feelings rushing over him. He leaned into him his body feeling on fire. Soon Hizashi was on Aizawa's lap straddling him.
(WARNING SMUT AHEAD ;) Also, let me know if you all don't like this direction, if you don't I am more than happy to change it!!!)
Aizawa reached up lightly grabbing Hizashi's hair, earning a small groan from the man. He smirked before beginning to grind his hips into him. He pulled back looking at the flustered face of Hizashi. He smirked "Tell me if you want this." Aizawa practically growled. Hizashi nodded desperately. Aizawa shook his head "Use your words. I want to hear you say it." he said sternly, pulling his hair again.
Hizashi yelped "Yes! I want this please Shouta~" he whimpered before the ravenette kissed him again deeply. Both of the men desperately grinding and rubbing each other, obviously getting out the built-up tension between themselves. And the anger felt from what they thought happened between Nekomura and Toshinori.
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