Shinkami

Gay Manipulation

"Don't fall for loud, annoying blondes." Was what his father, Aizawa, their homeroom teacher, had said.

Hitoshi had said okay.

"I mean it," Aizawa had continued, staring down at the miniature version of himself with tired eyes.

Hitoshi had rolled his eyes, determined in his ability to keep his dignity intact.

"Hitoshi, I'm warning you. For the sake of you and your future, don't—hell, don't even interact with loud, annoying blondes."

Hitoshi had sunk into one hip and stared up at his dad, so damn confident and sure of himself.

So where had all the self esteem gone?

Here, with four limbs wrapped around him, a limp head on his chest and full body weight pinning his own to the couch in the common room of the UA dormitories.

Golden eyes, warm skin, and blond hair.

Blond hair.

God fucking damn it, he cursed internally as he lifted a hand to play with yellow locks.

I should have listened to dad. He rested his head back, letting his heavy eyes shut and sleep deprived mind relax. I reallllly should have listened to him.

His pining mind immediately focused as Denki shifted where he lay on the taller man's torso, mumbling unintelligible words and snuggling deeper into Hitoshi.

The lavender-haired man groaned out loud, opening his eyes to look at the sweet but so manipulative person on top of him.

At least, only manipulative to Hitoshi—if you could even call it that.

Yesterday, he had made Hitoshi do all sorts of things. Bring him an extra cinnamon roll that Bakugo made because he knows Hitoshi doesn't eat breakfast, and everyone knows that Bakugo only lets you take one. But in bed. Denki had made Hitoshi feed him in bed.

After that, he took him to a restaurant. Denki had said that it was a date and begged Hitoshi with those damn puppy eyes to take him somewhere. So, he had taken him to Olive Garden, which he knew was the blonde's favorite restaurant. During their date, or so it was called, he had tried to keep his heart beating at a normal rate as he watched Denki eat pasta in a weirdly cute way.

Like, what? How can eating pasta be cute? It makes no sense.

Then, he had subtly (or not so subtly) seduced the insomniac with a hug and slight peck on the cheek to pay for their meal.

He never knew his boyfriend was so powerful.

Oh, and not to mention how they got into this position in the first place.

Denki had asked—no, begged him to help him study. Except his end goal apparently hadn't been studying.

When Hitoshi had finally relented with a groan, he had for some reason pulled him to the common room—where everyone could see them—to study.

It was going well, even for Denki while studying. Then Denki started staring at Hitoshi until the man he was staring at got distracted himself.

"Why are you staring at me?" Hitoshi asked.

Denki blushed then, waving his hands around and stuttering out a few empty explanations.

Cute, was the only thing that was going through Hitoshi's mind at that time.

Then for some unknown reason, he had the urge to touch his boyfriend. So he did just that.

All he had done was lift a hand to Denki's face to cup the side of it, and Denki had glared at him.