BNHA Oneshots

♥ - Cuties and Coffee - EraserMic

Warning: this story is kawaii af (also it was requested by my brotato chip how u doin' brotato chip-)

When Shouta awoke that morning to the blaring of a fire alarm, he was very tempted to go back to sleep. It was just a fire. Heroes like Backdraft would arrive at any minute to put out the fire. What was the point in getting up? Plus, he had a sneaking suspicion the culprit was his ineffable husband.

Hizashi was the love of his live, but God, was he an idiot.

The blond had a tendency to overestimate his own capabilities. For instance, cooking.

It was their fourth anniversary as a married couple and sixteenth anniversary of knowing each other. Shouta's mind went to when they first met. It was after their first sports festival. Sure, they had seen each other around (how could they not, being classmates and Hizashi sporting his ridiculous hair) but that was the first time they had shared a conversation.

"Heyyyy, Aizawa-kun! You're pretty strong!" the blond had exclaimed, pointing his finger guns at the tired ravenette. "How do you control that scarf thingy though?"

"I have no idea."

Yeah. That was their first conversation. Shouta recalled it with fondness.

Then he was reminded of the fire alarm shrieking above him. He threw the duvet off of him and marched down the halls, grumbles and curses slipping from his lips all the while. Sure enough, there was Hizashi, scrambling around the kitchen to waft away the smoke from the fire alarm. What looked to be burnt pancakes were smoldering on the stove.

"What the hell are you doing? It's ten a.m.," he muttered and scratched the top of his head. On the weekends, when he didn't have to teach all of those problem children, he tried to sleep in a little past noon. He was still tired afterwards, though. He was always tired.

Hizashi whirled around at the sound of his husband. "Shouta!" he cried lovingly. "How are you, baby?!" The blond crossed the distance between them, promptly throwing his arms around Shouta. He pressed a sloppy, brief kiss on the latter's kiss. Shouta saw right through it. Hizashi was definitely trying to distract him from the mess on the stove.

"What did you do?" he deadpanned. Hizashi blanched, chuckled, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I tried to make you pancakes..." He turned, revealing to Shouta what had been the cause of his arousal (don't you dare, brotato chip, I know what you're thinking but it's the thing that woKE HIM UP). It was exactly how the Erasure Hero envisioned it: Hizashi had tried to make him food for their anniversary and horribly screwed it up.

Shouta rolled his eyes, peeling himself away from his blond betrothed. He picked up his mug off the counter, the one with the cat paw flipping the bird, and took a sip. Coffee was just what he needed. Then again, when wasn't it?

He spat it out almost immediately. How had Hizashi managed to burn coffee? Was there any food or drink his husband couldn't burn? He honestly had no idea.

"...I also tried to make you coffee." Shouta turned around to face the blond, his eyes half-lidded and unimpressed. Then he kissed him.

"Happy anniversary, Hizashi."