BNHA Oneshots + Imagines

Good Friends (Shouta Aizawa x Hizashi Yamada)

Shouta Aizawa thinks about Hizashi Yamada embarrassingly often.

Whether they're working, hanging out, or alone in their own dormitories at U.A., the blond is on his mind. It's always been like that, and he's starting to suspect that it'll never change, because Hizashi Yamada is like sunshine after a long winter and honey in hot tea, like sunflowers in a garden and sparkling champagne in a frozen glass, like a warm bath with bubbles and a warm blanket wrapped snug around a pair of cold shoulders.

"Ugh... When did I get so sentimental?" He says to no one but himself, the gruff, rumbly sound of his voice followed by the click, click, click of his computer mouse.

He tries to clear his head of Hizashi to no avail. In the wake of a long day, the blond is all he wants and all he needs, but he'll never say such a thing out loud- at least not unprompted, that is.

It's raining hard outside as Shouta scrolls through the photos on his computer screen, charcoal eyes flickering between the pictures of Hizashi and the raindrops rolling down the length of his large glass window. His eyes begin to burn from the strain of staring at his screen for too long, so he puts drops in them before resuming his browsing.

He shouldn't be looking at his computer so much, obsessing over Hizashi and the pictures of him his fans have posted to be uploaded on the website for his radio show.

His room at U.A.'s dormitories is located right by 1-A's and across the hall from Mic's, a safety measure taken so that if any attacks were to happen in the night, the two pro heroes could rush into action to protect the students. Looking at the glass window makes him nervous sometimes, as all the kids' rooms are exactly the same as his and contain that exact same window, and he isn't sure how safe it is to have a five by five screen of glass that could be damaged or broken through at any moment. He chooses to ignore the many anxiety-induced thoughts about safety that rack his brain and leans over in his chair to pull the dark curtains over the window so he doesn't have to look at it anymore.

Music plays on his phone, which is plugged into the charger and sat on the corner of his desk. The black lights that wrap around the edges of his ceiling give the room a cool purple glow that he thinks may be making his eyes hurt even worse, but he isn't sure. After all, it hasn't been long since Shigaraki invaded U.A. in an attempt to find and kill All Might; Shouta has only just now fully recovered from his extensive injuries, and even with that recovery, he can tell that his eyes are getting weaker with every day that goes by.

At least the pictures of Hizashi looking happy for the first time in weeks provide some comfort in these trying times. He doesn't even want to imagine what it would be like if the other man knew the secret he was keeping, doesn't want to imagine what it would be like if the other man were to walk in right now and see the stupidly dreamy smile on his face that came from merely seeing pictures of him taken by fans on the street. He thinks that Hizashi loves him just as much as he loves Hizashi, but he never wants to open that box of worms; never wants to be the one to make the first move. He's fine just enjoying their friendship if that's what Hizashi wants, and surely there's a logical reason Hizashi hasn't said anything yet... Or maybe he's wrong and Hizashi doesn't feel the same at all.

He shakes his head in some attempt to alleviate the stress coursing through his veins, then pulls a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lights it. He smokes in his room, still sitting in his computer chair with his knees pulled to his chest. A particularly attractive photo of Present Mic with his hair natural and tied back in a ponytail while he records his podcast sits in front of him, zoomed in to see the familiar chartreuse of his eyes. It's peaceful- almost- if only for a moment.

But then, he hears the lock on his door jiggling. The only one with a key is Hizashi and any villain would just burst in, so he rushes to shut his computer off and act casual, though he knows he can't get rid of the cigarette evidence in time and continues smoking as the blond practically bursts into the room with a huge grin on his face. The ravenette almost regrets giving Hizashi the key and telling him to stop by whenever he wants or needs; he always drops by at the most inopportune times.