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Bear with me while I clean this up the next couple of days, and throw Rody into the mix of the muses!! 

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It is time to start anew.

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truexman​:

“Somewhere new. Somewhere not here. No responsibilities. Even just for a little while.” He leaned forward to press his forehead to Toshinori’s chest, letting out a little sigh. He missed their bed. Their home. 

“Hm…?” He turned his head to look at his watch. “An hour? Two if I ask Sansa to push everything back a little. Then we’ll be busy until late tonight.” 

“Good,” he hums. “Then we don’t have to rush things...” 

How much longer would they be made to endure this? How much longer would they be separated after this? Once their time was up, and after they thoroughly partook in their hour (or two) together-- then what? Did they text each other? Call? Would they have time for such things?

“...So little time on our hands these days,” he finds himself mumbling, chest inexplicably heavy. “Yet it feels so much different than my time as a hero...you know? At least back then-- we had time for lunch together.”

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multixmused​:

“Why? You got some weird shit on your phone?” Well now he was curious. If Deku didn’t want him snooping, he must have something embarrassing on it. Well now he had his phone so—

Flicking through he was what he was doing now.

He’s not surprised in the least that Kacchan starts looking through. A sigh escapes him as his face reddens, preparing for the teasing, before he recalls (quite quickly, in fact) that he had taken some sample photos of himself in an All Might costume, before tossing the idea. He’d even taken some pictures of some potential Christmas gift ideas, Bakugou’s included.

At that thought, he inhales sharply and quickly reaches out for the phone to try and slap it out of his hand. “Kacchan, no!! There’s nothing weird just-- it’s gone! See?!”

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truexman​:

“A beach sounds nice. Somewhere new.” He leaned back a little to press a kiss to his jaw before giving him a proper look over. Toshinori looked tired but in one piece at least. He missed this face. 

Fixing his fiance’s t-shirt a little bit, he manages a tired smile. “Somewhere we can sleep in all day with no more worries.”

“Somewhere new, most definitely,” he hums. For once, he had to admit that he wished to be just about anywhere but here. In this city. In Japan. He was thankful for the surprising pep talk from an unlikely source but...when this was all over-- it would be nice to take a breather elsewhere.

“Sleeping in though...man, that sounds like the dream. You and me in bed, some lazy morning breakfasts...” He sighs aloud at the thought and holds Naomasa just a touch tighter. “...How much time do you have?”

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multixmused​:

“Lemme see. I wanna make sure you deleted it.” 

“...You...want to see? Uhm...” He flicks a glance down to his screen. He swallows hard as he feels his cheeks warm before he steps forward, extending the phone for Bakugou. “O-Okay, but-- don’t look too far, okay?”

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truexman​:

“Thank-you, thank-you for that–” 

It was just peace of mind. That was all. For a couple of days, he could believe and hope that they’d make it out. No sacrifice plays. Nothing that would take them from each other or the people in their lives. 

Tucking his head under Toshinori’s chin, he hugs him back as tight as he’s able, once more curing all the gear he left on. 

“I love you too– And after this, I want a vacation–” 

He laughs at such simplicity. At the ease of which it spills forth with such nostalgia that it makes Toshinori yearn for their bed. Their couch. Their kitchen. Anywhere but here where they could be alone and together and in much more comfortable clothing.

“Yes...we’ll have ourselves the longest vacation after all this. Preferably somewhere warm, too. Maybe on a beach?”

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multixmused​:

“I wasn’t being serious about it! I was just standing there you ding dong!”

“Alright, alright...fine.” He huffs, lifting his phone back up and pressing a few buttons. “...There. Better?”

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truexman​:

“Promise. Promise me that we’re both going to come back.” A childish demand. A very childish demand knowing that they were both going out there. Knowing that Toshinori wasn’t going to sit this one out and Nao would never force him too. Not when he couldn’t be involved in the last raid that lead to all of this. 

He leaned into the touch, letting out a soft, content sound. “I don’t want to come back here without you.”

He pauses upon hearing the words. Feels them against his lips. He closes his eyes slowly and exhales just as slowly. Presses his forehead against Naomasa’s and allows his hands to sink down. Allows his shoulders to sag as his arms shift to pull the man into a tight embrace. Curse the fact that the riot gear keeps them still so terribly apart.

He knows he can’t promise anything. Knows that he shouldn’t. But even still...he murmurs softly, “...I promise.”

He wants to believe in it. In his promise. In returning home, when all has finally ended, and curling against Naomasa in their bed once again; worrying only about getting to work on time and nothing more.

“...I love you, Nao.”

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multixmused​:

“Get back here you annoying little weasel and delete that picture!!”

“What?! You’re the one that told me to take the picture!! You looked super cool, Kacchan, c’mon!”

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truexman​:

He wants them both to come back safely. They haven’t worked out all the details. They’ll do that in a bit once everyone is a little more rested but he still wants them all to come back. He knows it’s not likely. It’s wishful thinking but he could still be hopeful, even now. 

Leaning back against the wall, he presses back into each kiss, hands roaming to make sure the other was in one piece.

“It’s still there. Still standing.” He was able to go and get a change of clothes here and there, freshen up. He slept at the precinct. Wouldn’t want to sleep without Toshinori there. “We can still go home after this.”

As much as he enjoys seeing Nao like this, and feeling him beneath his fingertips, he can’t help but wish for the removal of such heavy gear. Hands opt to smooth their way into the detective’s hair and relish the feeling. Remind himself of what it was like to enjoy such sensations when the world was a lot more...simple.

“We can go home,” he repeats; adding affirmation to the worries that the detective (and himself) held onto. “We will go home...together...once this is all over. I’ll make sure of it.”

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multixmused​:

“……”

“………………”

“Gimme that phone–!!”

“Huh?! N-No way!! This has-- no! You can’t take other people’s stuff, Kacchan! That’s illegal!”

He flees!!

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multixmused​:

“Take a picture, it lasts longer you nerd.”

“..................”

He takes a picture.

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truexman​:

He kisses Toshinori back almost desperately. Weeks without each other. Weeks of chasing down criminals and going over paperwork. Of talking with people who were once heroes, now arrested and behind bars. This was the closes thing to normal they’ve had in weeks and he missed this. 

He also realizes how much he hated the riot gear. It was heavy and bulky and he still had to stand on his toes to kiss the other properly.

“This is going to be over soon right? And we can go home?”

“It’ll be over soon--” He murmurs between kisses; a sense of foreboding stirring in his chest. “We don’t-- have much of a choice, really.”

He continues to press kisses against the man’s lips as he backs him against the nearby wall. Appreciates being able to simply have this moment and stir free feelings that were left alone for far too long in favor of their current goals. Now, all he could focus on was keeping Naomasa close and keeping his hands and lips on him.

He breaks from one of the kisses, but remains close to the other - lips ghosting along his fiancé's lips.

“Have you...have you visited home?” He asks the question, but he knows what he’s really trying to ask; does it still exist?

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Izuku spies a Kacchan on the dash.

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truexman​:

“Mn….” He made a noise when Toshinori cuddled in closer. The nights activities prior left him fully sated, a little sore and exhausted. He fumbled, reaching up to bap at his fiance’s face tiredly before his fingers found what they were looking for, tangling in his hair. 

“Thought we were sleepin’ in.” The detective mumbled, wiggling a little to roll over and sleepily nose at neck. “Pretty sure we were gonna sleep in. Thought that was why we stayed up so late for.”

He gasps lightly at the bop to his head and laughs loudly in response. Naomasa was wonderful. Capable of behaving so playfully even while sleep threatened to tug him back under. He had to admit, too, that the night had taken its toll on him and if not for his ‘programmed sleeping schedule’ (thanks to teaching) he may have stayed asleep as well. Could even be coerced into doing so.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he hums, trailing fingers down Naomasa’s back teasingly as he props his neck atop Naomasa’s head. “We did stay up pretty late, didn’t we? Just as advertised.”

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truexman​:

He’s glad that Toshi doesn’t try to lie to him. He never has and Naomasa’s always been grateful for it. They’re both worn out and tired. He hasn’t been to the school yet but he knows of the work they’ve been doing. He’s been keeping up with what Toshi and Midoriya had been up to. He’d just been so busy that he wasn’t able to follow up. To make sure they were okay. 

“I’ve missed you too–” He’s tugging his gloves off so he can reach up to cup his fiance’s cheeks. “It’s been miserable being away from you.”

The moment Naomasa starts reaching for his gloves, Toshinori feels his heart skip a beat. He’d known it’d been a long time since last seeing him, but he hadn’t realized just how much he ached for the man until this very moment. Until it pushed against his chest with a pressure that could no longer be ignored. 

“Absolutely miserable,” he huffs before stepping forward rapidly; capturing Naomasa’s face between his hands and pressing lips against his own. 

How he wouldn’t give anything to find himself back in their apartment again; cuddled against one another and awaiting the coming day. Now, all he could do was dread tomorrow and thrive in this present moment.