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Hizashi loved his husband. He loved their new house. He loved the work they were doing on it to get it ready for guests and he loved the spirits that came along with the structure.
But occasionally, when they were all taken together, at once, friction hot between them, he wanted to commit murder. Just for a second.
He was rubbing at his temples, listening to Shouta swearing viciously a a piece of drywall that refused to fit into the place it was meant to go. Apparently the breaking point for his usually stoic husband was building construction.
Yelling drifted up from the first floor, Katsuki complaining about something in the kitchen. Again. He loved the kid, really, and his food was delicious. But sometimes his bitching got out of hand. Especially when Izuku wasn't stuck to his side to sooth his temper.
And Izuku was not by his side. Izuku was hovering next to Shouta, fretting at the hole in the wall they were attempting to patch.
"Maybe if you turn it-"
"I cut the fucking thing to shape. It ought to fit."
"But maybe when you carried it over you accidentally flipped it."
Shouta growled, making Izuku watch him from the corner of one eye. "I'll get a fucking hammer. That'll make it fucking fit."
Hizashi had a headache.
He'd told Shouta that they could have someone come in to fix the patch. It had been slightly water damaged at some point and never attended to and since they were fixing various other things in the house, it was on the list to be looked at. Shouta had insisted that he could deal with it without a problem and Hixashineas game to let him try.
He'd been struggling for over an hour.
And Izuku was sweet, trying to help, but his suggestions weren't quelling Shouta's frustrations.
Hizashi couldn't do much. Two sets of hands would be one too many in the small space. He heaved a sigh, brushing a strand of hair back that had escaped his messy bun. They could all use a break. Coming back after a snack might help.
"Sho, maybe-"
"We don't need to fucking call anyone, Hizashi. I've got this under control!" Shohta snapped the words, glaring at the wall.
Hizashi blinked. Then his green eyes narrowed, going flinty. He very pointedly set down the tool he'd been holding, absently registering Izuku's eyes on him, wide.
"Oh yes, I can see that." His words were clipped, icy. "Then I'm sure you won't mind finishing up by your fucking self , Shouta." He turned on one heel, stalking towards the door.
The tone hit Shouta like a slap and he looked away from the wall finally, eyebrows up as he watched his husband walk away. "What? Hizashi-" The blonde paused, looking back just enough for one eye to pin Shouta down like a bug and the words died on his lips.
Oh, Hizashi was pissed . Shouta closed his mouth. Hizashi resumed walking.
Shouta sighed, shoulders slumping, and met Izuku's eyes. "I think I'm in trouble."
Izuku bit his lip and wrung his hands, but nodded.
"Think I oughta go after him?"
"Um.. maybe give him a little time to cool down? I mean, I like you and everything, but I don't want you to be a ghost too."
The laugh Shouta huffed held little humor and plenty of resignation. "Yeah. You're probably right."
~*~
Hizashi tried not to actually storm through the house, but without his generally sunny smile and lighthearted disposition, he looked like a thundercloud bearing down. Shoving the kitchen door open, he marched inside, catching sight of Katsuki just as the other blonde was opening his mouth.
He was in no mood.
His hand snapped up, a clear refusal for any of the volatile spirit's attitude, never pausing in his trek. A clear goal had crystallized in his mind; the big, claw-footed tub in their bathroom, filled with soothing, warm water. Maybe a candle or two. Some bubbles.
It sounded heavenly. A little world apart from the current irritations making his eye twitch.
He looked fierce enough that Katsuki actually shut his mouth, watching the older man sweep through his kitchen, disappearing behind the door to the den. He was definitely going to have to ask Deku what the fuck happened.
By the time Hizashi reached the top of the stairs and made the turn towards the bathroom, his fury was cooling, leaving him feeling more tired than pissed. He knew they'd all been working hard, trying to get the house fixed and cleaned and beautiful to open as soon as they could. Their goal was just after Thanksgiving and it left very little time for snags in their schedule.
And it was wearing. It was better than working in the office, but the rush, all of the attention to detail they needed to have was still stretching them thin. He didn't blame Shouta for being irritable, but he wasn't going to take it being directed at himself.
Stepping into the bathroom, he flicked the light on, closed the door, then pushed the plug into the drain, turned on the water. The house could provide blessedly hot water and he settled on a temperature just below too warm, letting the tub fill.
He made good on his vision, lighting a few of the candles he'd set around the room just after they'd moved in, then added a generous handful of bath salts to the slowly rising water, watching it go milky as the crystals dissolved. The scent of rose and honey drifted up with the steam and Hizashi sucked in a measured breath, doing his best to breathe out his frustration on the exhale.
He stripped slowly, taking the time to fold his clothing, to pile it neatly, making a tiny corner of order from the chaos of the day. And finally, his hair taken down and tied back up, more neatly to keep it from the water, he stepped into the half-full bath, sinking down into the hot water with a hiss.
Hizashi hadn't actually had a chance to take a proper bath yet, despite immediately looking forward to one after Yagi had shown them the bathroom. Again, work getting I'm the way. But he was glad now that he'd taken the time for himself. The heat helped to soothe aching muscles, to relax away the stress of the past few weeks while the water cradled him. The tub was deep enough for the water to reach his chest, and then nearly to his neck once he settled deeply, using a foot to slowly turn the faucet off.
He closed his eyes and let his head rest against the sloping back, mind slowly emptying as the gentle scent and warmth of his bath lulled him.
It was blessedly quiet.
There was no way of telling how long his peace and solitude lasted, not with his eyes closed, drifting in the heat as he was. It could have been thirty minutes, it could have been an hour. But eventually, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Hizashi frowned faintly. Was he ready to speak to Shouta? He wasn't nearly as mad as he had been. Perhaps slightly hurt that he'd been snapped at, though he wasn't going to hold it against his husband. Not for too long anyway.
While wrestling with his indecision, he slowly opened his eyes. Just in time to see a blonde head appear through the door.
"Hizashi?"
His frown smoothed, replaced by a soft smile.
"Toshi."
The spirit smiled back, spotting him and stepped in, though he stayed by the door.
"I'm sorry to disturb your bath. But when you didn't answer, I was afraid you'd fallen asleep."
Hizashi's smile widened just a little, the hint of a tease. "Would you have picked me up and carried me to bed if I had?"
Yagi knew he was teasing, but his cheeks went a little pink anyway. "Of course. I wouldn't have left you in the water. It could go cold."
Lifting a hand from the warm water, Hizashi held it out to his spectral boyfriend, gratified when Yagi stepped forward without hesitation to take it, slipping his fingers between Hizashi's.
"My hero. Did you come find me for something specific?" A brief flash of Shouta having torn down an entire wall flitted through his head.
"You're so warm." Yagi drew his hand up, leaning down to press his cheek against Hizashi's skin, humming. "I wanted to check on you. Izuku was concerned and Shouta told me he'd snapped at you. He feels terrible about it."
Hizashi wasn't sure whether to feel pleased that Shouta was sorry, or annoyed that he hadn't sought him out himself. Instead, he focused on Yagi's infatuation with warmth, keeping his voice neutral.
"So he sent you instead of facing me himself?"
Yagi blinked his blue eyes, chasing away the slight haze the heat was trying to settle over him.
"No, not at all. He said he wanted to give you some time before he bothered you. So that you might be less angry when he tries to talk to you. I told him I'd speak to you, but he asked me not to."
Hizashi lifted a sculpted brow. "And yet here you are?"
Yagi looked proud. "I'm taking the initiative to do things that I want, rather than what I think you both want."
He had to smile at that. They had indeed had a talk, wanting to assure Yagi that he was an equal partner in their relationship, not just there to cater to Hizaahi and Shouta. If he wanted something, they wanted him to speak up. The spirit had promised he'd try.
"You're here to put in a good word for Shouta?"
"No, he was an ass." The frank words startled a laugh out of Hizashi and he sat up in the tub, grinning up. Yagi grinned back. "I wanted to see you. And keep you company, if you were in the mood for it."
"I wasn't before. But I find that I am now." He leaned his chin up, offering Yagi an exaggerated pout. "Can I have a kiss?"
"You never need to ask." Yagi bent down to press a kiss to Hizashi's lips, soft, lingering. Then another. And a third for good measure. He tried to step a little closer, but the tub was in the way and he grimaced.
It made Hizashi chuckle. "Well get in here then. All the warmth you could want."
Yagi lit up, immediately reaching for his shirt, then his pants, the material drifting away into nothing as it always did once it left his body.
"The warmth is amazing. But not as incredible as you."
Hizashi felt his cheeks heat and huffed, pressing his hands to them in an attempt to hide the blush. "Flatterer."
Yagi had noticed and he grinned, almost sly. Having two men love him and at every turn try to include and think of his wants and needs had done wonders for his confidence. Bare, he swung a long leg over the tub's edge, climbing in and carefully settling down.
They had to let a little water out to accommodate a second person, but soon enough, Yagi was settled down in the water, half curled around Hizashi, his head on the shorter man's shoulder. It might not have been the most comfortable position normally, but the cushion of the water made it perfect and they both traded lazy kisses as they basked in the heat.
Hizashi settled his arms around Yagi, palms slowly trailing over his arm, his back, humming as he felt a palm press to his chest, skating over his skin, up and down. And down. Each pass seemed to inch a little lower and he blinked his eyes open a little, smile lopsided.
"You tryin' to get fresh with me Toshi?"
He laughed, soft but joyful. "I'm already naked with you. Doesn't that count as fresh?"
"Maybe. But it feels like you're looking for something a bit more."
Yagi couldn't deny that, instead slipped his hand down between them, cupping Hizashi fully, giving an inquisitive little press against his length. It earned a quiet little grunt.
"Would you be opposed?"
"I'm never opposed to you touching me." He bumped his nose lightly against Yagi's, kissing him again. He hadn't been quite half hard, their lazy makeout session having him slowly firming up. Yagi's hand, pressing as it was, those long fingers wrapping around him was definitely getting him harder.
Yagi hummed, kissing back; Hizashi's lips, his chin, jaw, neck. He'd quickly come to adore touching his boyfriends, wringing such gorgeous noises and reactions from them. He stroked the other man unhurriedly, working him towards full hardness, taking full advantage of the open expanse of his throat when he let his head fall back.
It didn't take long for Yagi to work Hizashi up to groaning, hips flexing up minutely under Yagi's weight, trying to chase the sweet slide of his fist, green eyes closed. Normally he'd be reaching to return the favor but in the moment, he felt heavy, unable to do much more than take the care Yagi gave him while he simply existed in the lethargy the warmth and pleasure had settled into his bones.
It felt like a herculean effort just to lift one hand, sliding it up the back of Yagi's neck and into his hair, holding onto him as he worked him over.
There was no sense of time, just Yagi tight against him, his hand moving, inching him towards an orgasm that promised to be deep and lazy.
It was Yagi's hand stilling, fingers just wrapped around the head of his cock that drew his full awareness back, eyes blinking open questioningly. He didn't get a chance to ask, Yagi swirling his thumb over the very tip of his length, dragging over his slit, just under the glans, finding each sensitive spot to tease.
"A-ah-" It made his jaw clench, back arching as he sought to press up harder, to seek more. But his thighs were pinned down by the man in his lap, forcing him to just take it, hot pleasure sizzling down his spine. "Toshi, fuck.."
Yagi grinned, watching him, feeling heat pool low in his own belly and ignoring it, fully focused on the other man.
"Hizashi. Did you know.." His words were conversational, voice low, smokey. His thumb pressed to his slit once more, adding pressure as he rubbed back and forth, forcing the little hole open just a bit, getting the drag pressed to even more sensitive places.
"That ghosts don't need to breathe?"
Hizashi could barely follow the words, gasping, clutching at Yagi as he shuddered. It was obscured by the water, but he could feel himself leaking, pleasure that burned following Yagi's touch.
"Guh- what- shit, Toshi, fuck, please-" He didn't even know what he was asking for. More? Less? The pleasure had gone from a slow-building heat to an all encompassing fire and it felt like whiplash.
Yagi took pity on him, thumb stilling, giving the other man a chance to catch his breath, to blink dumbly at him. Then he offered a wink. And sank under the water.
"What-" He was cut off by the most succinct answer he could have gotten, when Yagi wrapped his lips around his cock and sank down. And down.
Hizashi gaped, then hissed, taken all the way in, no hint of a gag reflex and Yagi just stayed there . And the words drifted back through his clouded mind. Ghosts don't need to breathe . Fuck. Just- christ. The hand still in Yagi's hair tightened, the other scrabbling over the tub's edge, looking for something to anchor himself, fingers ending up snagging under the rim, arm curled up over his head.
He fought against the urge to thrust up, choking on an inhale as he realized he could see Yagi through the water, his hair floating slightly, just able to catch the blue of his eyes. Then Yagi swallowed.
And Hizashi whimpered.
~*~
Shouta paused outside of the bathroom door, sighing out a breath. He hated upsetting his husband. Hated more when it was directly his fault. He'd given Hizashi a good hour and a half to cool down and hoped it would be enough to keep from getting yelled at. He deserved it, yes, but he didn't like fighting. Wanted to apologize and hope his husband would agree to cuddling on the couch a bit. They could use the break.
He lifted his hand to knock, then paused, a sound filtering through the door. It sounded like.. a hitched breath? And a little whimper? Shouta's heart dropped. Fuck, was Hizashi crying? Had he made his husband cry ?
Hizashi teared up easily at sad movies and touching commercials, but he almost never cried from being upset. If Shouta had pushed him to that… he'd go in there and drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.
Another little noise spurred him to action and Shouta was through the door without a second thought.
"Hizashi! Hizashi, I'm so sorry, don't-" His words fizzled out, brain just a confused jumble of question marks, struggling to reconcile his assumption with reality.
Hizashi's brows were furrowed, lower lip caught between his teeth. He released it a moment later with a gasp as he arched up, falling back again a moment later with a shaky groan. Shouta's eyes followed his arm, down and into the water.
Was he…
It took a second for him to notice the blonde hair just under the surface.
His own breath caught, knees feeling weak for an entirely different reason as he staggered to the tub's edge, feeling himself twitch and swell at the vision before him.
"Zashi." His voice came out hoarse.
Hizashi forced his eyes open, lids heavy as he looked up at his husband, only to hiss as Yagi did something wicked with his tongue, then swallowed him again.
"Oh, fuck, Sho. He- nngh, he doesn't need to breathe -" The last word went high, a little strained and Shouta desperately wished he had a better view.
Shoving a hand into his pants to fist himself, Shouta groaned, leaning down to claim Hizashi's lips, the two of them trading their desperation with slick, breathy presses. These two. He felt like a horny teenager around them.
"How long?" He growled the words against Hizashi's lips, arm flexing tellingly with the quick jerk of his wrist. "How long has he been sucking you, Zashi?"
"F-feels like forever- nnn. Stroked me first 'n now he keeps fuckin' swallowing-" He broke off, pressing his head as as Yagi clearly did just that, pink dark over his cheekbones.
His voice dropped low, barely a whisper as his head rolled restlessly, fingers unclenching from the tub to reach out towards his husband. "Wanna come so bad, Sho.."
Shouta groaned, lacing his fingers with Hizashi's, drinking in the sight of him as he jacked himself, fingers tightening around the head with each slide up, dragging out rough little grunts.
"Do it, Hizashi. Know Toshi wants it, he'll drink you right down." He gave his husband's hand a squeeze. "C'mon, baby."
He watched Hizashi scrabble a little, heels unable to find any sort of purchase against the bottom of the tub, clearly close, right there at the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- mmmn-"
His face relaxed as he fell over the edge, gasping out his orgasm, fingers tight in Shouta's. Each exhale came with a little groan that went straight to Shouta's dick, body going lax by degrees as he came down, panting softly to catch his breath.
His nose wrinkled slightly after a moment, the arm still in the water shifting and Shouta guessed Yagi was still sucking.
He freed his hand from Hizashi's with a gentle squeeze, immediately reaching for his pants, shoving them down enough to get his cock free, too close to wait, not wanting to come in them like an actual teenager. Yagi's head broke the water's surface barely a second later, eye to eye with Shouta's fist.
He blinked, blue eyes taking in the sight, then sliding almost tangibly up Shouta's form, to meet his dark eyes. One corner of his lips quirking up in a lopsided smile that was somehow shy, amused and calculating all at once. He licked his lips and Shouta shuddered.
Yagi shifted, straightening enough to lean over the tub's edge, wrapping his lips around the head of Shouta's cock without preamble and Shouta nearly stumbled when his cheeks hollowed.
He hissed, strokes shortening, focusing on the base of his cock as he stared down, those blue eyes rolling up to meet his. A flick, a swirl and then Yagi's tongue was lapping right over his slit, dirty and insistent and Shouta came hard enough to curl forward, crying out as he shuddered.
Yagi swallowed every drop, just as he'd told Hizashi he would, humming softly as he bobbed his head a couple times, making sure he'd gotten everything Shouta had to give and making the dark haired man whine and twitch. It was cute and Yagi decided he'd have to do it more often.
He pulled back slowly, looking over the two men he'd left flushed and sagging and smiled, satisfied. He nudged them both, pulling the stopper from the drain.
"Why don't you two go lay down?"
Hizashi snorted. "You want me to walk?"
Shouta slowly pushed himself upright, swaying slightly, still breathless. "You can lean on me."
"Can you walk?"
Shouta opened his mouth to say, yes, of course he could, but let go of the tub and bobbled slightly. He didn't answer.
Yagi rolled his eyes fondly at them both and made shooing motions with his hands. "Go. You'll both be fine. I'll be right there."
Hizashi grumbled but managed to haul himself up and out without falling and cracking his head on the floor. Between him and Shouta, they made a cursory attempt at drying him and they did lean on each other to wander out and towards the bed.
Shouta tugged the blankets back, chuckling when his husband simply faceplanted onto the mattress and crawled up himself, tugging at Hizashi until he grudgingly shifted up and into his arms. They tangled there together, foreheads nearly touching and fell quiet.
Until Shouta spoke.
"I'm sorry. I was an asshole to you for no reason. S'what I came to the bathroom to say."
Hizashi sighed softly but didn't move away. "You were. But I love you anyway." Shouta's little smile drew an answering one. "I wasn't trying to say you didn't know what you were doing."
"I know. And I should try to get better at accepting help." At Hizashi's slight head tilt, he elaborated. "You want me to call someone in to do it."
"Well, yes. But what I was going to suggest was a break. Some lunch. And then go back after and look at it with fresh eyes."
Shouta went still, then groaned and ducked his head, pressing his forehead to his husband's collarbone.
"You know what they say about making assumptions, Sho." His voice held the faintest sing-song.
Rolling his eyes where Hizashi couldn't see, Shouta sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I am sorry though. Someone will be here to finish it tomorrow. I think we just need a day to ourselves. What do you say?"
"Wait." Hizashi shifted, cupping Shouta's cheek, gently tipping his head back up. "You called someone?"
He hummed. "Yeah. That guy that did the floor. He did a good job and the house doesn't creep him out. He'll be here- mmph!"
Hizashi cut him off with a kiss, firm, demanding. And by the time he broke away, Shouta's breath was slightly quickened again.
"What was that for?"
"I love you. And I would love a day just to us."
Shouta smiled, pressed his forehead to his husband's and hummed. "Love you, too."
It took a few minutes more, but Yagi finally wandered out, sliding into the bed behind Hizashi, pressing a kiss to a bare shoulder.
Hizashi beamed at Shouta at the casual way he joined them. Shouta smiled back, equally proud, knowing how hard they'd pushed to encourage Yagi to do just that. He pushed his hips back slightly, curious and chuckled at the noise the taller spirit made.
"Toshi. Don't tell me you're gonna try the whole 'ignore it and it'll go away' thing."
Yagi blushed, hiding his face behind Hizashi's shoulder. "It will." He mumbled the words.
"Sho? Can you hand me the lube?"
"I don't think that's really-"
"Shhh." Hizashi cut Yagi off, accepting the bottle from his husband, curling an arm back to offer it. "Get yourself nice and slick for me."
Blush stubbornly staying, Yagi did as he was told, pouring a little of the gel over his fingers to smooth over his cock, biting his lip to keep quiet. He was actually almost aching. Swallowing down both of his boyfriends had been much hotter than he'd expected.
"You took care of us." Shouta watched him over Hizashi's shoulder, a little smile playing over his lips. "Let us take care of you."
Hizashi glanced back, then settled himself against Shouta, lifting a leg, just enough to part his thighs. "C'mere, Toshi. Slide between."
Yagi hesitated, then slid forward, curling his arms around Hizashi, pressing all up against his back, lips finding his shoulder once more. The other blonde reached down, between his own legs to find Yagi's cock, settling it between his thighs and then pressed them together, surrounding it in slick warmth.
Hizashi hummed in satisfaction, grinning a little at the startled noise Yagi made.
"Move for me, Toshi."
Rocking his hips back, Yagi pressed in again, slow, experimental. His cock slid easily, thanks to the lube, and while it wasn't quite the same as being inside, it was still good, the slight drag making him shiver. He felt a hand slide to his hip, giving an encouraging squeeze, likely Shouta's, given the angle, and rolled again, then again, settling into careful rocks foward.
He dropped kisses over Hizashi's skin, being so bold as to add a nibble now and then, feeling warm just from the love and support he could feel from the other two men, the way they kept him close.
"You can move faster, Toshi. Fuck me the way I know you want to."
Yagi huffed at him, giving the side of his neck a little bite. It drew a moan, no sense of contrition what so ever, just Hizashi tipping his head to offer more skin. He didn't stop moving.
"How do you know this isn't how I want to fuck you?"
Before Hizashi could retort, Shouta's hand left Yagi's hip. He didn't feel it again for three more rolls forward, then, on the fourth, as the head of his cock slipped through Hizashi's thighs to snug up under his balls, he felt fingertips rub over him, just the right amount of rough, there and gone again as he rocked back.
His reaction was delayed by a second, automatically slipping back, only to snap his hips forward again with a groan, making Hizashi gasp and grip his husband.
"What-"
Shouta looked insufferably smug.
"Yeah, yeah like that, Toshi. Again."
He couldn't even reply, feeling those fingertips skate over him again, his body moving automatically to chase the sensation. He rocked back and thrust inagain, driving his cock between Hizashi's thighs, pressing his forehead against the other blonde's shoulder.
"Fuck.."
Yagi could feel Shouta's dark eyes on him, feel the way Hizashi rocked back a little to meet him, the way they both worked to make him feel good. He tightened one arm around Hizashi, resting a hand on his hip to grip there and let his body set the pace, hips snapping as he chased his pleasure.
The little noises Hizashi made, soft grunts, low moans, pooled hot in his belly and, hard as he'd already been from getting both of them off, it didn't take long before he was shuddering, head rolling against Hizashi's shoulder, forehead to cheek like a cat as he groaned.
He could also hear the soft, wet sounds of his boyfriends kissing, a bigger turn-on than it had any right to be, Shouta's fingertips pressing just a little tighter on one thrust and Yagi cried out, pressing in as deeply as he could manage. He didn't even need to grind forward, feeling Hizashi tighten his thighs, Shouta rub more insistently.
He came with a drawn out groan, hips hitching forward with the pulses, moving even a little past pleasure and into oversensitivity, just to feel the slide through Hizashi's thighs, Shouta's touch, until he had to still or start whimpering. Hearing Hizashi hum a question, he cracked his eyes open, hazily meeting Shouta's dark gaze.
He'd lifted his hand, showing off the glisten of Yagi's come, then held Yagi's blue eyes, licking up his palm, his fingers, chasing it. Yagi's come was still intangible to them, a sensation of cool and nothing more. But the little show had the desired effect anyway.
Yagi's eyes rolled back and he shuddered hard, pressing his face against Hizashi's shoulder and the other blonde gasped softly, feeling more of that curious coolness between his thighs, running his hand down Yagi's arm to grip his hand.
"Yeah, Toshi."
Shouta hummed, laying his dirty-but-not hand on Hizashi's hip, fingers touching Yagi's. "Oh?"
Hizashi hummed. "He liked that, Sho. Almost made him come again."
Yagi made a disagreeing noise from behind Hizashi's shoulder that the other two clearly didn't believe. They grinned at each other.
"Don't be shy, Toshi. It was hot. Everything you do today is hot." Hizashi stretched, letting his thighs relax, but keeping Yagi's length settled between them for as long as he wanted.
Yagi accepted that invitation, staying pressed up tight against Hizashi's back, fingers tangling with both of them. It was exactly where he wanted to be, curled up with his two favorite people.
"I think a nap sounds amazing right now." Hizashi slipped his arm around Shouta, connecting them all.
"A nap. Then we can help Katsuki cook."
Yagi let his eyes drift closed. He might not sleep per se, but resting with Hizashi and Shouta would be perfect. "What's he making?"
"Fried chicken."
Hizashi gasped. "My favorite?"
Shouta nodded with a hum, pulling their sheets up. "He could tell something was wrong when you went through the kitchen. I think you scared him a little. He told me to 'fix whatever shit I'd fucked up' and then asked what you liked."
"That kid really does like me." He sounded both pleased and smug.
Yagi smiled against his skin. "It's impossible to not like you."
Hizashi flushed and may have sniffed slightly. Shouta sighed. His soft-hearted husband. He leaned in to claim a kiss, soft. "Love you, Zashi."
"Love you too, Sho. And you, Toshi. Love you."
It wasn't the first time they'd said it, but it made something within him glow every time. "I love you both."
They all settled just that much closer to each other, eyes sliding closed. A midday nap? Just the thing to sooth stressed nerves.