For Now, Let Me Enjoy This

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The year was 2005.

Hizashi Yamada, a 15 year old with the dream of becoming a hero, stood at the gates of the famous school called UA—or Yuuei, it depended.

Just standing at the gates made him feel small, like he didn't belong there. But nevermind that. All he had to do was pass the entrance exam. That of which, of course, he had no idea would have in store for him.

No biggie.

At the very least, he had a quirk that would work in his favor. The boy standing next to him, with the black hair, ruby eyes, and pretty voice did not.

Hizashi would realize two very important things during the exam: one, he was very, very lucky. Two, his name was Aizawa Shouta.

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The year was 2006.

Hizashi Yamada, a 16 year old with the dream of becoming a hero, stood in front of a large classroom door with the word "2-B" scrawled on it.

He still felt small in the school, but he knew he belonged. His classmates quickly became friends, even if he annoyed them sometimes. He could worry about new classmates, teachers, and friends later. Right now, all he had to do was step through the door.

Hizashi knew that there would be new, though most familiar faces, but he wasn't expecting to see a boy with familiar black hair, ruby eyes, and a pretty voice. He wasn't expecting a name to surface, though he was sure he'd only talked to him a couple of times before and even then, it was mostly because of Oboro.

Aizawa Shouta. That was important. He was sure of it—that boy would probably change him. A lot. In ways he both did and didn't want.

All he knew then was that, no matter what it brought, he wanted him in his life.

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"Hey, Shouta!"

The called boy turned his head towards the other, much more enthusiastic one while scowling.

"When did I tell you to call me by my first name?" Hizashi's smile dropped slightly, but quickly peaked again when Shouta poked his arm to let him know he wasn't serious.

"Never, but I know you don't mind it, so really, who cares!"

"Heyo!" Aizawa perched up slightly—really, and Hizashi would never say this to him but, it was adorable—and looked across the windows until he found him. A content smile rested on his face.

Just outside the classroom window, in the middle of the rain, was a boy floating on a white cloud. Across his shoulders was a grey umbrella, and the boy was grinning like he had just seen his childhood idol.

"Shirakumo." His voice was slightly lighter than Hizashi was used to and—god—even prettier. Was that a word? He decided that even if it wasn't, it was fitting enough to be considered one.

Oboro's uniform was soaked in the rain that had just now started to pour. His blue hair was, by some gravity defying logic, still staying up. He wiped off the band-aid he had stuck to his nose ("For fashion reasons!") and hopped into the classroom despite the teachers complaints. One of their classmates grinned at the boy, greeting him while turning around pulling the window shut.

"Hey, Shouta." His voice was soft as he sat behind him. Louder—and interrupting the teacher, again—he asked, "Does anyone have an umbrella?" A couple of students laughed at him, including Aizawa surprisingly enough, though it was more like a huff. Still, Hizashi stared at him in shock (as if he hadn't heard him laugh before—I mean, really, they've been friends for a whole year now!).

When Oboro got no response, he sighed and ran his hand through his dripping (how does that even work?!) hair. Aizawa was still turned around slightly, just enough to watch him. Oboro smiled and passed forward the umbrella he previously had on his shoulder.

"Did you drop this?" Aizawa smiled more and accepted it, nodding slightly. You wouldn't have really noticed it unless you paid close attention—which he knew Oboro was doing. What he didn't know was that Hizashi was as well.

"Thank you," his brows pinched together slightly. "but this was there to protect a kitten. Did you..?" Oboro grinned widely and nodded, pulling him out.

"Yup! Here she is."

"He."

"Ah, I see! Well, he's very adorable, and– hold on, how do you know that?!" A couple of classmates laughed, and Aizawa rolled his eyes. Oboro met it by sticking out his tongue.

He reached into his bag, pulling out some of his gym clothes. With the declaration that he was going to get changed, he– actually, nope, he couldn't even start because of his teachers—and classmates—yelling. Aizawa's head shot forward in clear embarrassment and stared down at his lap.

Oboro sighed as though he didn't expect this (yes, it has happened before) and used clouds to censor himself, using another one to place the kitten on, which ended up rolling around onto his stomach and staring at Hizashi in mild interest. Once he had finished, Oboro sat down and allowed the teacher to continue.

"Now, I want you all to remember that most of you will be doing work studies during summer vacation to understand what it's like being a Pro Hero." The students nodded in agreement, some turning to their friends and asking what agency they were going ro and wondering if they would ever meet. "However," he said, gaining their attention again. "Shirakumo, Aizawa, Yamada, you three haven't chosen an agency yet. If you don't decide soon, then I and the other teachers will have to choose for you."

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The three boys walked out of the training grounds exhausted—after taking showers, of course. Around them were two classes—2-A and 2-B—in similar states. All of them surely just wanted to go home and take a nap, thank god it was the end of the school day.

Inside of the grounds, the classes had practiced battle training, rescue training, and entertainment lessons. Typical hero things, they supposed. And as usual, Oboro was excellent at them all.

"You know– actually, no, how– how do you do that? Every single time?" Hizashi was panting, one eye shut and his hand resting over his abdomen in a clear display of pain. Even though they had the time to take showers after their training, the pain was still very much there, surprisingly enough. Shouta was carrying the cat—that they have still yet to name—which seemed content curling up in his arms.

"'Cause he just is." Shouta had a small smile on his face as he stared at the mentioned boy. Oboro was grinning, with his hands interlocked behind his head with a clearly proud expression—seemingly from his boyfriends words. Hizashi felt a small, greasy bubble in his stomach—like he was going to vomit. He really had no reason for feeling like this. He was happy for his friends, he was glad that they had stopped just pinning over each other and actually started dating. So why did he feel so disgusting whenever he saw them acting like, well, a couple?

Did he..?

"A-Anyways, Oboro, Hizashi, why don't we go to some restaurant or something?"

"Oh, good idea! Lets go to that new sushi place—I heard they're really good, and–" Hizashi turned away and stopped listening.The slimy feeling was getting stronger every second he looked at them, and he felt that if he continued he would throw up. A hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Hizashi, are you okay?" He turned towards the boy and smiled.

"Of course I am, silly! Now, let's go!" He turned in the direction he thought it would be. Clearly it wasn't, though, as Shouta started laughing. Hizashi's smile dropped a little, into more of a melancholic sort of thing, but he turned around when Oboro called for them to follow, just a step behind Shouta.
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