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As an extrovert, Present Mic is rarely aware of when a day is Too Much.
He takes so much enjoyment out of being in the spotlight, even when he knows he’s really just making an ass of himself, he loves it. He loves the feeling of bringing a smile to people’s faces and brightening their day by any means. It’s why he became a pro hero, and subsequently a teacher. Sacrificing the glamour of being a spotlighted hero for training the next generation was hardly a hard decision to make. He had his seven years of fame as a hero, and now he gets to be one from the other side.
Teaching for three years, however, does make one less accustomed to the previous lifestyle.
They had only called him back to the field for the one day, but christ, if it didn’t feel like the whole case at once. It was a time sensitive event, hostages needed rescuing, and they couldn’t wait for another support hero of similar abilities. Mic had forgotten that just doing the job was only half of the expectations.
A dozen police reports later and twice as many reporters shoving cameras in his face for more details they knew they couldn’t have yet, and he could finally go home.
Stepping through his apartment door, Present Mic feels like he’s shedding a lot more than just the bulkiest pieces of his hero costume. He’s taking away the persistent thoughts of the victims and their families, unclipping the nagging annoyance that one of the perps escaped even after all of their precautions. Unzipping his jacket and hanging it on a clip to wash later, he doesn’t have to be Present Mic, Voice Hero anymore. At least, not for the remainder of the night. He can just be Hizashi Yamada.
And Hizashi Yamada smells something good coming from the kitchen.
Peering around the corner that separates the hallway from their breakfast bar, he watches as Shota tips more of the store brand sauce into the pan of whatever is making Hizashi’s mouth water even from this far away.
Of course the food isn’t the only thing that looks tasty. Shota’s wearing a simple tank top and has his hair pulled back in a strict tie to keep it out of the way, which leaves his neck looking oh-so kissable from behind. Who would Hizashi be to deny such an invitation?
He slides his arms around Shota’s middle as a greeting before giving into temptation and burying his nose in the curve between where neck and shoulder meet.
“Welcome home.” he can hear the smile in his voice.
Hizashi presses two more kisses against the soft skin before responding. “That smells good, did you make enough for two?”
“Hmm.” Shota leans back into his embrace, frowning coyly. “Not sure, maybe. If you’re willing to make us some rice and help with dishes I might be able to stretch this.” up close, it’s a very simple stir fry with chicken and what is probably just a bag of frozen vegetables. Hizashi doesn’t care in the slightest.
“After a long, hard day of being a hero? You want me to do more work?”
“I don’t have to share.”
“You are a cruel man.”
“Yes, truly evil that I’m making you put rice in a machine.”
He remains where he is for a minute longer, thinking that maybe if he kisses a few more sensitive spots Shota might just forget about it. Unfortunately, it only succeeds in making him squirm ticklishly and push his arms away toward the cupboard.
Once the rice cooker is gurgling suspiciously and reminding them they needed a new one six months ago and the stir fry is simmering, Hizashi finally lets himself fall heavily into a dining chair with a sigh.
“Long day?” Shota sits down across from him with a tired smile.
“I forgot full case hero work was so much.” he rubs his temples for a moment, trying to ease the tension in his body if only a little bit. “You were alright covering my class for the day, right? I know second and fourth period are usually your planning times.”
“I was fine.” he doesn’t sound remotely convincing.
“You look like crap.”
“I always look like crap. It’s my look.” true though it was that his dark undereye circles and patchy, unshaven face are part of Shota’s style, Hizashi could hear a note of heavier exhaustion in his voice.
“Someone didn’t get his midday planning period nap, did he?”
“Fuck off.”
Hizashi laughs, having guessed the exact thing. “Have you showered yet?”
“No. I only got in an hour before you.”
“Hmm.” still distracted by that ponytail, Hizashi considers his interrupted plan again. “I was considering running a bath after dinner, if you’d care to join me.”
“We’ll see how fast the dishes get done.”
“Tease.”
With a strangled beep, the rice cooker announces the conclusion to its timer and Shota stands up to plate their dinner. With the added ingredient, there’s more than enough for the pair and Hizashi even gets a second helping, insisting his husband is the most talented chef despite knowing full well most of the credit went to the sauce. Regardless, it makes Shota chuckle, a sound very welcome after his long day.
He even complains enough to get to dry the dishes instead of wash them, a solid compromise in Hizashi’s opinion. All the while he makes his interest in that stupid ponytail well known whenever an opening presents itself, leaning down to steal kisses against his cheek and neck.
He was beginning to think his interest wasn’t returned when Shota grabs his ass while he’s turned around to put away the dried pan.
The remainder of the chore goes by somewhat similarly, each teasing the other and making it take longer than it could were they focused. Hizashi doesn’t complain, though.
While he’s undressing himself of the last of his hero gear, Shota runs their bath. Hizashi joins him in the washroom as he’s settling into the water and boy, if the sight doesn’t make him swoon. With his hair finally taken out of the ponytail, the greasy strands stay pushed back before being soaked and draped over the back of the tub along with most of his upper half. Completely relaxed, he looks like a shampoo commercial, if shampoo commercials featured grimy, unkempt men covered in harsh scars and exhaustion wrinkles. At least he looks relaxed and peaceful.
He’s beautiful. Hizashi stares in adoration long enough that Shota eventually cracks open one eye to make sure he hadn’t imagined hearing him walk into the washroom.
“Can I help you?”
“Mm, is that an offer?” he sheds his underwear with a smirk.
“A bath was your idea, quit gawking and get in.” Shota closes his eye again and the peace doesn’t return to his face but he still looks comfortable, which is close enough for Hizashi’s horny brain.
“I can gawk and bathe. Those activities aren’t mutually exclusive.”
“But they can be, as can being quiet and bathing.”
“You of all people should know that’s not an option for me.”
“Hm, promise?” the inviting drawl of his voice is enough to send a shock of heat through Hizashi’s stomach and he doesn’t waste any more time joining his husband in the warm water. His eagerness is only acknowledge by Shota moving his legs out of the way for Hizashi to sit and the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement.
“You can laugh me all you like, but I’ve gotten everything I wanted out of this evening.” Hizashi leans forward on his knees enough to drape himself over Shota’s body, happily indulging himself in the warm skin that so rarely saw sun outside of his formless dark bodysuit. “An excellent dinner, warm bath, and my gorgeous husband just laid out for the taking.” he lets his hands wander beneath the water, fingertips just brushing his sides and hips.
“You just going to brag all night?” Shota still adamantly refuses to open his eyes or respond, so Hizashi ups his attentions, running his thumbs up his stomach and over the sensitive scars on his chest, to back down his thighs. Shota doesn’t react, but he can feel his heartbeat increase.
“I could. You love hearing me talk you up.” Hizashi mumbles into his chin, before trailing his lips down and across his neck, pressing soft kisses between words. “You don’t like it when anybody else makes you feel all important or obsessed over, but you love hearing me gush over how strong and sexy you are.”
“You are nothing if not an exception, that’s for sure.”
Hizashi makes an offended sound in his throat and sits away abruptly, splashing him in pissed playfulness. Shota chuckles, though, and is immediately forgiven. The bastard. He folds his arms and sits back to pout.
Aside from a bit of talk, however, he has still yet to respond to Hizashi since they’d gotten into the bath, and he was starting to think perhaps tonight isn’t a great night for Shota after all.
Hizashi has paused his attentions for only a moment, however, when Shota peeks an eye open again.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because someone decided to be a real dick.”
“He sounds awful, you should definitely not marry him.” that self-satisfied grin is not allowed when Hizashi is this pent up. Definitely not allowed.
“Ooh, aren’t you a wise guy? A real smartass, eh?” Shota chuckles again but Hizashi cuts him off with a kiss, humming into his lips when he responds without hesitation, tilting his head and letting Hizashi lead. It’s their first real kiss since Hizashi got home, and he can’t bring himself to fault the wait. Shota finally takes one arm off the side of the tub to wrap lazily around Hizashi’s shoulders, holding him close.
He lets his hands stray again, kiss deepening while he presses his thumbs against Shota’s inner thighs, teasing exactly the way he knows will make Shota spread his knees wider and pull him closer.
It would seem Hizashi wasn’t the only one who’s long day made him tense.
Shota pulls him closer, arms wrapped around his shoulders but Hizashi puts enough distance between their bodies to flatten the pads of his fingers against him, and he finally breaks their kiss to gasp.
Hizashi returns to mouthing against Shota’s neck and collarbone, unwilling to stifle any sounds he might make. Shota isn’t loud by any means, but the heavy breathing and low groans were musical in their own right, and Hizashi has had ten years to learn exactly what tunes his favorite instrument.
His fingers are long and clever, teasing the sensitive edges before pressing in and letting his thumb roll back and forth against his clit. Hizashi can’t fight off a smirk when Shota pushes his hips into the attention.
He presses harder and closes his own eyes, just enjoying the gasps and grunts that escape between Shota’s gritted teeth. His own stomach is burning hot from hearing his husband come undone but Hizashi almost doesn’t care, completely enraptured by the way Shota squirms into his touch, fingers clawing at his shoulders and eyes shut tight.
Shota’s breath picks up, gasping with pleasure, and the bath water sloshes with the motion of his back arching, legs unconsciously clinging to Hizashi as he gets closer. God, he’s so beautiful, neck flushed from the warm water and sex, hair weighed down and hiding most of his face from view but Hizashi doesn’t need to see his face to know what it looks like. He knows exactly the way his mouth goes slack and his eyes squeeze shut and his eyebrows will scrunch right as he reaches his limit.
With another harsh gasp, his entire body tenses at once, clinging to Hizashi with his face buried in his shoulder. A shiver crawls up his back before he relaxes his grip, leaning back against the tub with a sigh.
Hizashi presses eager kisses into his neck and cheek while Shota catches his breath, eyes dazed and gorgeous. Everything about him is gorgeous.
Shota pushes his wet hair out of his face and sits up off the edge, motioning for Hizashi to turn around with heat in his eyes. Hizashi settles between his thighs, back flush against his chest and into an embrace a lovely mirror of when he’d first gotten home. He can’t see his face at this angle, but doesn’t care as long as Shota keeps nipping at his neck. He tips his head back to rest on Shota’s shoulder and bites his lip against a smirk when a calloused hand slips between his thighs.
“Mmmh.” the day’s tension seeps out of his body muscle by muscle while Shota works his body. Hizashi leans back further to arch his hips out, squirming against Shota’s hand and wordlessly begging for more.
Most of his moans are just for show, hums and sighs that he hopes will rile Shota up further, and he knows it, wasting no time teasing and pressing further against Hizashi, almost letting him fuck himself on his fingers.
Hizashi’s eyes lip closed and his smile drops, heat growing in his stomach. He rolls his hips and Shota grinds the flat of his palm into him. Hizashi’s voice catches in his throat.
It’s so much, too much, but he needs more. Hizashi grips Shota’s thigh with one hand while the other splashes out of the water to hold his hair, clinging to the wet strands to try and ground himself. He trades the showy moans for short, breathy whines between gasps.
Hizashi knows he’s easy to read, voicing his pleasure with every breath and giving away when he’s close with a sharp cry.
“God, you’re beautiful…” Shota groans into his ear, and Hizashi can’t even argue that that’s the end of it for him. His back arches and his toes curl and he pulls hard on Shota’s hair. Shota works him through it, shaking and whining until he finally falls limp against him.
He runs his hands up and down Hizashi’s body until he gets back to earth, blinking away the pleasant haze over his head and catching his breath.
Hizashi could fall asleep like this, wrapped up in the arms of his husband, pleasantly fucked out and enjoying the warm water as it soothed his overused muscles. He doesn’t, because he knows the water won’t stay warm forever and they both still need to wash their hair. They can cuddle to sleep in bed, watching a bad movie or discussing their students.
Even if a day is too much, Hizashi can’t say he’d rather end it any other way, especially when Shota drags his hands through his long hair to wash it or when he pushes it aside to pepper his own adoring kisses against Hizashi’s shoulders and back. He might not mind another long day in the future if he knows it gets to end like this.