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The Sports Festival was the same todo it always was. There was a higher level of excitement centered around the second years and the early front runners for the next Big Three but Hizashi was playing announcer to the first years as per usual. Which meant, also as per usual, I had been roped into sitting beside him as guest commentator. More correctly, I lost a bet I never should have taken in the first place and was stuck with this crappy chore. I’d brought papers to grade but Hizashi had slapped them from my hands and taken my pen away.
The first round was over, with a couple surprise poor showings from the hero course and a dazzling display from one of the general studies students. Yet another example of the unfair entrance exams weeding out perfectly good potential heroes through biased trials favoring physical Quirks. Despite my reticence to be here, I was now curious to see how the next round would play out.
The intermission started, the microphones were cut, and Hizashi swiveled his chair to face me. “Okay. Spill. Who is it?” He tilted his head downward and glared at me over the top of his glasses. “Tell me it isn’t that lousy, no good ex of yours, yo. Because if it is, I don’t know whose ass I’m kicking first - his or yours.”
“Huh?”
His scrutinizing gaze raked over my face one more time before he sat back. He cracked open a bottle of water and drank half of it. “That hickey you think you’ve hidden under your hair.” He pointed to the spot halfway to the back of my neck, behind my ear; too high for my capture weapon to cover. Whoops. Maybe I shouldn't have let Toshinori be quite so liberal with the post-patrol, pre-sex massage last night. “I told you he was a two-timing bastard and you didn't believe it until I pointed out he hit on anything that moved! I know it’s been a bit of a dry spell for you, but come on, man! Have some self respect! You always do this and it kills me to see you take the path of least resistance when you could do so much better!”
“Okay, I get it. He was an asshole. I have terrible taste in men. You were right, like you always are.” I pulled a pouch of energy jelly from a pocket and twisted the cap off. “I deleted his number right after I dumped him, don’t worry. No more two-timing flirts for me.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyebrows and mustache wiggled suggestively. “So there's someone new, then?”
Like a dog with a bone. I sighed in resignation. “Yeah. Someone new.”
When I didn’t offer up any more information, he huffed dramatically. “I don’t suppose his parents named him at birth, and at some point between meeting him and letting him suck on your neck, he’s told you what it is?”
I glared at him as I slurped down half of the berry flavored packet. “Toshinori,” I said around the opening before continuing to drink.
“Sounds familiar…” He tapped the bottle against his chin before snapping his fingers. “That's All Might's name, too, right? What are the odds of hearing an uncommon name like that twice in a week? Uncanny!” He shook his head and took another long drink.
“It would be, if that were the case.”
Hizashi blinked at me. “What do you mean?”
It was sometimes hard to believe he was a functioning pro hero with a teaching job and his own radio show.
“I mean, I’ve only met one Toshinori recently and he’s the someone new.”
Hizashi blinked at me again. Then he burst out laughing, slapping the top of my thigh jovially, which just so happened to be where the corner of the nightstand caught me as Toshinori and I toppled into my bed two nights ago, weak-kneed and laughing after exchanging blow jobs in the living room. I winced at the sharp, smarting throb. “Oh man! You’re getting better at your comedic timing!” He chuckled as he screwed the cap back on his water bottle. He wagged it at me, sloshing the remaining liquid violently. “But deflecting will get you nowhere, my friend.”
“I’m not deflecting.”
“Sure. Uh huh.” He stood up. “I’m hitting the bathroom before the break is over. You have until I get back to tell me his real name or I’m going to start asking around, and I know how much you hate it when your personal life goes public.” He sauntered out of the room whistling.
If I closed my eyes now, I’d be able to snatch a few minutes of sleep before Hizashi was back and the festival resumed. Last night wouldn’t have left me so exhausted if it hadn’t bled over into the early hours of the morning. Maybe it would have been more practical to go home after patrol but after the thoughtful texts wishing me luck and asking if I needed anything afterward had brought me to Toshinori's doorstep before I realized it was where I was headed. The much needed massage turned into a long, slow bout of sex, which turned into a second exchange of orgasms in the shower, which was followed by yet another, mostly accidental and entirely exhausted round of dry-humping, which led to me having to borrow something of his to sleep in since all of my clothes were now dirty. It was becoming abundantly clear we almost literally couldn't keep our hands to ourselves once we got started. Going to his place had been worth it, without a single doubt, but I was definitely more tired than usual. And sore.
And I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
The door opened much too soon for Hizashi to be done already. I smelled familiar aftershave right before a thin arm looped across my chest and smiling lips were kissing the top of my head. Normally, I wouldn't be amenable to so much casual kissing from someone I had only just started sleeping with, but, as it had been during our first time, I found it felt right.
“Hey.” I opened my eyes and looked up at Toshinori. His long blonde bangs were twining with the dark curls of my hair.
“All the excitement putting you to sleep?” He chuckled down at me.
“More like being around Mic is exhausting me.”
“Ah. So it definitely wasn’t the marathon of sex last night, then? Good. I was worried you didn’t get enough sleep to make it through the day.”
“I didn’t. But I can handle being tired.” I touched his arm draped over my chest, running my fingertips over his bony wrist exposed by the dangling shirt cuff. For some reason, I had the impulsive desire to bite it, or at least kiss it, as I'm sure he'd prefer. Maybe later I'd do both. “It’s easier if there’s a better reason than insomnia for being up all night.”
He smiled. “Then what do you say to having dinner tonight? Afterward, we can go back to my place and see if there are any more, ah, reasons for staying up than the ones we already found.”
I stared at him for a few moments. “Out to dinner? Like a date?”
He shrugged a shoulder and his grin turned nervous. “Only if you want! I’ve been having fun with you, Shouta, and I don’t want to ruin that so it’s perfectly fine to say no! But I’m very interested in maybe doing more together than just christening every piece of furniture in our apartments.”
I grunted agreeably to his reference of the absolutely insane amount of sex we’d had on virtually every flat surface and two-thirds of the walls between our places over the past six days. In either form, his stamina was incredible, and more than a match for my own at over two decades his junior. The only thing remotely close to as good as the physical relations was the repartee before, during, and after. Amazingly, I found I did genuinely enjoy his company. Whatever impressions I had of him as a hero and a person before had been all but reversed now that I was spending nearly all of my free time with him. And exchanging more than our fair share of body fluids. It already felt like this was turning into a real relationship so making it official with dates could only be an improvement, right?
“Sure, it’s a date." I shrugged noncommittally, even though the idea made me more happy than I expected to be. "Where do you want to go for food?”
He was practically radiant at my acceptance. “There’s a soba place not far from my apartment. Why don’t you come by around five and we’ll walk over?”
“Sounds good.”
“Perfect!” He leaned forward, pushing on the reclining back of the chair until I was tilted enough for him to kiss me upside down and slightly sideways. “I’ve got to leave the games early so you’ll have to catch me up on the results later. Try to stay awake for the highlights, for me?”
“But if I nap now, I’ll have more energy later,” I countered.
“Indeed! In that case, sweet dreams!” He laughed and kissed me one more time. “I look forward to seeing you later, in whatever condition you happen to be in.”
“Mm. Me too.”
He was nearly to the door when Hizashi returned. “All Might, my man! How are you?”
“I’ve been enjoying the festival! Your commentary is even more delightful live than over the TV!”
“Always the sweet talker!" A playful punch landed on Toshinori's shoulder. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were flirting, yo!” He laughed.
“He better not be. I hear his boyfriend doesn't put up with two-timing flirts anymore.” I threw out dryly. Maybe it was too soon for using the term boyfriend to describe what we were but oh well. It was very satisfying to see Toshinori and Hizashi wearing similar dumbfounded expressions. While the former’s bloomed into a beautiful grin, the latter looked between the two of us with a rapidly dropping jaw.
“Don’t worry. I’m as faithful as they come!” Toshinori opened the door and gave me one last smile. Not the trademark grin he wore like a uniform, but a soft curl of lips that felt intimate, like a private gift just for my eyes. “See you tonight, Shouta.”
“Five o’clock sharp. See you then, Toshinori.” I gave a lazy wave as I turned back to face the students starting to gather on the field for the announcement of what the next round would be.
The door closed.
A few beats of silence passed.
Then, the windows shook:
“You’re dating All Might?!”
I grinned to myself. I sure was.