#;; bandmates | erasercloudmic

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Upon leaving the school, Shouta suddenly found himself trapped, an arm from each boyfriend encircling him from behind, a cat head-shaped cake held in front of him. It was chocolate, covered in a light pink frosting. "Happy birthday, Shou!" Mic and Bo cried in unison, before pressing a loud smooch to either cheek. Hey! At least they'd waited until they left the school!

Passing through the gates of the school, Shouta hung his head. Despite all his happily chatting classmates exiting around him he couldn't bring himself to share their excitement for time away from the esteemed halls of UA. Threading through the cliques, he hurried away from the other students, hoping for some quiet.

Another birthday... Ugh, that meant mother was going to give him the lecture.

'Birthdays are just an excuse to waste money on things you don't need, Shouta. It's all a commercial scheme. Be grateful for all the things provided for you throughout the year.'

Granted, she had a point, but Shouta rarely asked for anything anyway. Would a cake really hurt her? Even a slice would make him happy... anything to show him she cared...

Before he realized what was happening, his two idiots leapt out of nowhere, trapping him. "G-guys! Hey! There are people nearby!" Even though he'd become more accustomed to Hizashi and Oboro's unabashed displays of affection, he could never get used to people witnessing it. Besides, his parents still didn't know...

Readying an elbow to Hizashi's gut in retaliation-- he was the loudest, after all-- a shock of pink caught his eye, halting his momentum. "A... cat..." He uttered dumbly, staring in bewilderment.

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Shirakumo really just plopped down beside him, like he hadn't sent him several gigabytes of gay porn only yesterday. Shouta's fist tightened around his meager protein bar. A wary sidelong glance bore into the profile of that ever-present grin.

Like every lunch period, a hefty bento box filled with rice and plenty of side dishes appeared from Shirakumo's bag, followed by the usual tea kettle. Man, his mom really went all out...

Nibbling his own pitiful meal, he was almost embarrassed by it. Clearly, no care went into his lunch... However, there were way more mortifying topics floating the sea of his mind. Gay topics. Scooting over to put some space between them, he spoke up.

"I thought I told you not to send me that stuff. If my parents find it, they'll kill me." Yet, he'd watched a few videos anyway, holed up in the bathroom with earbuds in.

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Thoughts on the butt stuff porn? Concerns? Questions? How are you feeling? Intrigued? Disgusted? Inspired?

Without knowing who was asking, he couldn't acknowledge it. The best response would be to play dumb. He couldn't help but wonder, though, which video were they asking his opinion on? There had been such a variety...

All of which left him with a deep ache, a longing, a hunger. Despite that, the concern he had from the beginning remained. Shouta already struggled with hygiene as it was. Disgusting a partner would destroy him...

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

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At least Shirakumo didn't send it during class... Still, if his parents looked at his phone, he'd be dead. Of course, that didn't stop Shouta from sneaking off to the bathroom, earbuds and phone in tow.

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The word boyfriends pulled a pout onto Shouta's bruised face, his brows drawn. Just because he allowed them to get frisky with him in the name of stress relief-- totally just stress relief-- didn't mean they were dating! Still, he leaned into the nuzzle, craving the affection.

"That's another reason I'm apologizing," he explained softly, eyes downcast with guilt. "I doubted your intentions, despite knowing deep down, that neither of you would hurt me like that..."

Besides, it wasn't as if he actively participated the whole time. They didn't make him do anything. Hell, he felt more like an audience to their erotic performance. They ravished him. A blush bloomed over his chilled cheeks, warming him up.

The streets soon grew more familiar. Clusters of high-end apartments, separated by convenience stores, and modern homes made up a good portion of Shouta's more urban neighborhood. The cloud easily navigated telephone wires as they descended. And as the lowered, anxiety spiked in Shouta's chest. He didn't want to return to his lonely house.

We'll love you... Focus on that.

Pushing down his fears, he pressed himself into Oboro. That meant they both loved him. Was this what unconditional love felt like? They weren't trying to change him, they liked him just how he was-- greasy hair and all.

"My silence isn't a no..." He murmured, lips brushing Shirakumo's neck. "I'm not sure how you understood that, though; I've never seen you show a shred of shame before." It almost seemed like the cloud hero could read Shouta's mind, because there was no way he could relate.

"I'm just not ready to commit to anything yet. My parents wouldn't understand... And we still need to get through school..." There were so many cons. How could the pros possibly outweigh them?

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Unexpectedly, Hizashi blocked his path. Lips parting to chide him for delaying them, Shouta was shocked when his mouth was caught in a sweet goodbye kiss. If only they had more time… That light smooch stole the strength from his legs, and he wanted to cling to him and share more sweet kisses.

Thankfully, Shirakumo was there to support him before he buckled. The usual struggle he normally exerted when getting scooped up didn’t happen this time; he was preoccupied with watching, from over Oboro’s shoulder, as Mic’s form shrunk with the distance put between them until he was completely out of sight.

Why did some kissing and groping make separating so much harder? They went their separate ways every day after school, this should feel no different. Yet, it did. His chest ached. So, irrational…

As they raced through the entryway without a pause, Shouta caught a glimpse of Ms. Nakamura holding the door. Did that woman never sleep? “Th-thank you for having me,” he called out to her, voice breaking as the cold autumn air hit his skin. It felt far colder this morning, they’d probably be switching to their long sleeved gym uniform today.

Shouta was no stranger to heights, leaping and scaling buildings with his binding cloths had become commonplace, but rocketing through the air with no way to catch himself made all his hair stand on end. Clinging tighter, he buried his face in Oboro’s neck.

When they didn’t come crashing back down, he dared a peek. Soft pastel rooftops whizzed by far below them, the sky still a deep navy backdrop. Nodding in agreement, Shouta looked up at him. But something more than the beautiful scenery was on his mind.

“We’re still friends? I didn’t mess anything up, right? I acted irrational back there… I…” What exactly was he trying to ask him? Even he wasn’t sure. He just didn’t want to lose either of them… “I’m sorry I snapped at you for…” For touching Hizashi. That went left unsaid, but the implication was there.

That was not a question Oboro would have been expecting in a million years. Still friends? Why wouldn’t they be? Had Shouta acted irrationally? In what way? And for the life of him, he could not recall being snapped at.

“Yeah of course we’re still friends!” He assured, giving him a quick nuzzle. “Boyfriends too, probably, after all that!” … Unless … Oboro’s grin deflated then, a rare look of concern taking up residence on his face.

“Wait, you didn’t do all that because you thought we wouldn’t wanna be your friends anymore if you didn’t, right?” Oh man. Now he felt bad. Really bad. That had never even crossed his mind, not once had he considered that hadn’t been what Shouta had wanted.

The cloud slowed a little, dipping down as they got closer to their destination. But he needed to know.

“We’ll love you even if you don’t wanna do that stuff anymore, y’know.” The smile found its way back to its rightful place, but it was softer now. “But you gotta let us know! Because otherwise that sorta thing is definitely gonna keep happening.”

Hell, Hizashi had proven already he couldn’t be left alone with him for two minutes without trying to hump or eat him.

“You don’t have to say yes if it’s embarrassing, but …” He had to keep his attention divided between Shouta and their path now, lest they smack head-first into a house or a tree. “that doesn’t mean we won’t listen to a no.”

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Hizashi found his attention split between Shouta’s lips and the hands which had slipped under his jacket. They were cold! Was this sneaky, sexy little man really trying to use him for his body heat? How cat could he get!

But that’s when Shouta’s words finally sank in. His voice? Really? No one had ever said that before. A life time of people telling him to shut up, or lower the volume, and suddenly the man of his dreams was telling him he liked his voice.

Funny, considering Hizashi had really only started noticing the guy the day he, quite literally, stole his voice away.

When he pulled away from the kiss, he was grinning, how could he not? Shouta could have his body heat any day, forever even. “You ain’t even seen what I can do with it yet, Shou!” Of course, he himself wasn’t entirely sure yet he could do what he had in mind safely, it was really only a theory in this point in time. More testing was needed before he could show him that particular little trick, he didn’t want to accidentally vibrate his boyfriend’s nerve endings to death, he’d never forgive himself! Or rupture something, that sounded even worse.

“You cold, babe?” The arms around the dark haired man tightened, pulling him in a little closer, both for warmth and affection. “We could go back to my place if you wanted … the view out here’s real pretty ‘n all, but I just found a much nicer one.” This was punctuated with an eyebrow wiggle and Hizashi’s nose rubbing against Shouta’s. Even Shouta’s nose felt cold.

A brow cocked at Mic's mysterious claim. Hadn't he seen all the other's quirk could do? It could reach crazy high and low pitches, and even mimic certain sounds. Shouta had even seen him accidentally shatter a window with a particularly loud burst of laughter when they were first years-- puberty wasn't kind to hard to control quirks. What else was there?

Curiosity aside, he loved how safe he felt in Hizashi's arms. His heart felt so full that it threatened to overflow through his tear ducts. This pet name was definitely something he could get used to, as well. "I am," he replied. "But I don't think I should go to your house. I hate that your moms keep seeing me like this..."

Plus, the Yamada and Shirakumo households would be the first places his parents would look for him. If the police got involved, they'd be in trouble for harboring a runaway. They needed a subject change...

After a quick nose nuzzle, Shouta rested his forehead against Mic's. Hopefully his hair's natural oiliness didn't give his boyfriend an acne breakout. "Did I mention that Shirakumo and I... did stuff in a bathroom near here?" It was something that had been weighing on his mind for a bit. Not telling Mic just... felt wrong. Still, it was so embarrassing to admit.

Tightening his hold on his blond boyfriend, he braced himself for Hizashi to get angry. "I touched his... w-with my mouth..." He worried his lower lip between his teeth. "Are you mad?"

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Unexpectedly, Hizashi blocked his path. Lips parting to chide him for delaying them, Shouta was shocked when his mouth was caught in a sweet goodbye kiss. If only they had more time... That light smooch stole the strength from his legs, and he wanted to cling to him and share more sweet kisses.

Thankfully, Shirakumo was there to support him before he buckled. The usual struggle he normally exerted when getting scooped up didn't happen this time; he was preoccupied with watching, from over Oboro's shoulder, as Mic's form shrunk with the distance put between them until he was completely out of sight.

Why did some kissing and groping make separating so much harder? They went their separate ways every day after school, this should feel no different. Yet, it did. His chest ached. So, irrational...

As they raced through the entryway without a pause, Shouta caught a glimpse of Ms. Nakamura holding the door. Did that woman never sleep? "Th-thank you for having me," he called out to her, voice breaking as the cold autumn air hit his skin. It felt far colder this morning, they'd probably be switching to their long sleeved gym uniform today.

Shouta was no stranger to heights, leaping and scaling buildings with his binding cloths had become commonplace, but rocketing through the air with no way to catch himself made all his hair stand on end. Clinging tighter, he buried his face in Oboro's neck.

When they didn't come crashing back down, he dared a peek. Soft pastel rooftops whizzed by far below them, the sky still a deep navy backdrop. Nodding in agreement, Shouta looked up at him. But something more than the beautiful scenery was on his mind.

"We're still friends? I didn't mess anything up, right? I acted irrational back there... I..." What exactly was he trying to ask him? Even he wasn't sure. He just didn't want to lose either of them... "I'm sorry I snapped at you for..." For touching Hizashi. That went left unsaid, but the implication was there.

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A blessing! Mochi accepted him. What a pure, round angel! All his instincts screamed for more kitty contact. Maybe a nice chin scritch would earn him an opportunity to behold the beans? Forcing himself to ignore the cat loaf flopped on the floor, he stood.

“It’s only logical, ‘Zashi,” Shouta chipped in, not looking at all pleased with this decision despite it being his idea. Thankfully, Shirakumo caught on and backed him up. If he were to argue one-on-one with Mic, he knew who’d come out on top.

Er, not the best phrasing…

Sighing, he took the cape, holding it tight to his chest. Hizashi helped ease his fear earlier, the creeping dread that one day his parents might accidentally harm each other like they did to him. He brushed hair behind his ear, showing off the purple welt across his cheek.

Why did this feel like a permanent goodbye?

No, he knew why… Once they left this room, things had to go back to how they were. The three of them were just friends. No kissing, no intimate embraces, and definitely no more experimenting below the belt. He wanted to at least kiss him one last time, if only to make them both feel a little better, but he couldn’t… The pants were back on, and with them, the barrier had to go back up.

A loose fist gently bumped against Hizashi’s chest. “Hey, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much, you’ll start to wrinkle.” A teasing smile pulled at his lips. “I had a lot of fun. Thank you.”

They needed to leave. They were really cutting it close. “Later, ‘Zashi.” Gently elbowing Oboro, he turned to leave, heart heavy.

Shouta wasn’t the only one wishing for a smooch goodbye … the chest tap solidifying the fact Hizashi wasn’t getting one. But instead of taking this to heart, or being offended by it, there rose within him the devilish desire to claim that smooch later that day, instead.

It wouldn’t even be difficult deciding on when. Just seeing him showing up to school, knowing his parents hadn’t murdered him, preferably with no new bruises, would be enough to prompt affection.

… Ah, to hell with it. Hizashi closed the gap, stepping around him to take Shouta’s face between his hands, and pressed one more smooch to his lips. Then he released him and turned back towards the cat, grinning triumphantly. “See ya, Shou!” He replied, tone chipper, as he bent down to scoop up the spilled cat blob from off the floor.

“All aboard!” Oboro laughed, satisfied their goodbyes were in order, and wasted no more time in scooping Shouta up for the millionth time in the past   twelve hours. he wasn’t about to let the guy limp all the way to the front door. “Bye, Hizashi!” He called out behind him as he sprinted down the hall, carrying the precious cargo. As they neared the front door, Ms. Nakamura stood holding it open, wearing a soft smile. Oboro beamed back at her as he rushed past.

“Thanks, Nakamura-san! Gotta go!” He hit the stoop, and he leapt high, as if he were leaping into a pool, his legs folding under them. Of course they landed safely on a big fluffy cloud, speeding up and off nearly immediately. He waved back at the house maid as they sped off over head, and she watched them go.

The morning air was chilly, especially up where they were, zipping above the rooftops. But Oboro held Shouta tightly against him, both for warmth and for safety.

“Nice view from up here, huh?” He’d lower once they neared Shouta’s house, of course. But there was less traffic and fewer obstacles to slow them down up here.

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A blessing! Mochi accepted him. What a pure, round angel! All his instincts screamed for more kitty contact. Maybe a nice chin scritch would earn him an opportunity to behold the beans? Forcing himself to ignore the cat loaf flopped on the floor, he stood.

"It's only logical, 'Zashi," Shouta chipped in, not looking at all pleased with this decision despite it being his idea. Thankfully, Shirakumo caught on and backed him up. If he were to argue one-on-one with Mic, he knew who'd come out on top.

Er, not the best phrasing...

Sighing, he took the cape, holding it tight to his chest. Hizashi helped ease his fear earlier, the creeping dread that one day his parents might accidentally harm each other like they did to him. He brushed hair behind his ear, showing off the purple welt across his cheek.

Why did this feel like a permanent goodbye?

No, he knew why... Once they left this room, things had to go back to how they were. The three of them were just friends. No kissing, no intimate embraces, and definitely no more experimenting below the belt. He wanted to at least kiss him one last time, if only to make them both feel a little better, but he couldn't... The pants were back on, and with them, the barrier had to go back up.

A loose fist gently bumped against Hizashi's chest. "Hey, I'll be fine. Don't worry so much, you'll start to wrinkle." A teasing smile pulled at his lips. "I had a lot of fun. Thank you."

They needed to leave. They were really cutting it close. "Later, 'Zashi." Gently elbowing Oboro, he turned to leave, heart heavy.

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In that brief moment, Oboro really was a hero. Shouta caught his jeans with a grateful nod toward his friend. Wasting no time, he hopped up once free from Hizashi’s scandalous grasp– they’d have to discuss his nefarious intentions with that little stunt at a later date.

Stepping into one leg, he pulled his pants up to his knee before realizing he hadn’t put on his underwear. Inefficient use of time, good job, Shouta… Groaning, he turned back to the bed, rummaging through the sheets for a moment.

Nothing. More frantic rummaging followed, but Mic’s hiding place remained undiscovered.

Then, he remembered! He put them in his pocket. Great, more time wasted! Shoving a hand in his pouch with a louder groan– why had he store his damp briefs in his…

The pocket was empty. Huh??? How? How could it be empty?! “Guys, I can’t find my underwear!” He exclaimed, hands ruffling through tangled black hair anxiously. Okay. This was fine. No problem. Hizashi could just look for them later and sneak them back to him… uh, somehow. Whatever. He yanked on his pants, cringing at the uncomfortable friction of denim on his soft genitalia. Adjusting himself, he hurried to where Shirakumo stood, stuffing his face with fruit; this was no time for a healthy breakfast, damn it!

Intending to limp past him to go grab his shoes at the front door, he nearly ran into the new presence. He froze, eyes widening.

It. Was. A. Cat.

How dare Hizashi not tell him he had a cat? One with an adorable name and such a huggable plump frame, too! He cast a mutinous look over his shoulder at the precious baby’s owner before crouching down to offer his hand to her. “I wish we could have met under different circumstances, Mochi, but I really need to get passed you. Don’t worry, your papa will stay behind and take care of you.” Cue a look at Hizashi that dared him to argue. As much as he wanted both of his friends at his side for courage, neglecting a cat– no matter how obviously pampered– was an egregious sin.

Mochi stretched her neck out to sniff the hand. It did not smell like food, but it did smell like a friend. She stood, not without effort, rubbing her cheek against the hand as she passed, then her plump body against his leg on her way through. Then she flopped over onto the floor and waited for the sound of her food dish being filled.

Hizashi barely registered any of that, only that look Shouta had given him.

“Wait, what? But I’m–”

“Actually…” Oboro interrupted, sheepishly, guilt preventing him from looking at Hizashi as he spoke. “I was gonna suggest that. I can move a lot faster with two people than I can with three…”

“Yeah, but what if–” What if you guys get caught and I’m not there to protect him?

“And two people are less likely to be spotted than three, right? It makes sense…”

Hizashi gaped at them. What was this! Had this been Oboro’s plan all along? To get Shouta all to himself? … No. He wouldn’t do that. And he was right. Shouta’s chances of getting caught only increased if Hizashi went with them. He groaned, but trudged over to grab the newly mended, folded cape.

“Alright, fine.” He handed the cape to Shouta, and offered a lopsided smile that just barely reached his eyes. “Just be careful, yeah? I’ll see you later at school, Shou. Thanks for an awesome Halloween.”

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Shirakumo did have a point. Flying would be way faster than limping home. Tugging his jeans out from under the bed, he considered it. Denying how nice it felt to press his bare body against the other two boys was pointless. He knew he wanted to relent, wanted Oboro to resume gently brushing his skin.

The snap of fabric caught Shouta's attention, making him peer up from his crouch beside the bed. WHAT THE HELL??! Scorching heat flooded his face, turning it cherry red. His underwear... Mic wore them on his face! That bad boy had a day's worth of his ball sweat built up on it. It probably smelled awful!

With a distressed cry, Shouta leapt up onto the bed, tackling Hizashi onto the mattress beside Shirakumo. "Pervert! Why are you like this?!" And he always thought Oboro was the mega perv. Finally, Mic showed his true colors.

Wait. With dread, he looked down. Bare thighs straddled his friends hips. Why did he thinking jumping on Mic with no pants would be a good idea? Time to make an escape! Grabbing the pillow he used on Shirakumo earlier, he smacked it down on Mic's head. Pillow prison for him too.

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Once he finished wiping himself down, Shouta curled up beside Oboro. Man, he really didn’t want to get up right now. Warm feelings still coursed through his body, making him cuddly and tired. It had been such a long night.

Yawning, he rested his head on Shirakumo’s chest. The beat of his heart against his ear was surprisingly soothing. “What if what, ‘Zashi?” He asked lightly, finally freeing Oboro from pillow prison. Reaching up, he playfully pinched a tanned cheek to try to get him to stop the whining. Though, maybe laying so close to him while naked would do the job for him.

One look at Hizashi told Shouta all he needed to know. His brows were scrunched with… what? He couldn’t exactly tell. Hizashi looked conflicted, almost as if suffering an injury. Had he hurt him? Backpedaling through the events of that night, he recalled biting his friend’s neck.

Shit.

Hesitantly, he took Mic’s hand. Callused fingers brushed the back of his knuckles, something a lover might do, though it came instinctively to Shouta. “Are you okay? Come lay down for a few minutes,” he coaxed softly. “Did I hurt you?”

In the heat of the moment, he’d thought it a fantastic idea. Maybe it wasn’t. Holding his breath for the answer, he deflated when Mic piped up. Really?! “You worried me for no reason!” His fist connected with the top of Hizashi’s head, lacking any real force. “Haa, I swear, Yamada–”

After several beats of silence, his irritation calmed. It was only then that he really considered the proposal. Hizashi wanted to live with him? Why? Yeah, they were friends, but after what they just did… living together seemed like it crossed some kind of No Homo line.

Still… he imagined he knew where this came from. They thought his parents were abusive. That set fire to his guts, burning away his afterglow and any traces of sleepiness. His parents weren’t bad people! How many times did they need to have this conversation? “I can’t afford to get a part-time job when I can barely keep up with class,” he said calmly. “Besides, we graduate soon, moving out of our parents’ houses before then would be an irrational waste of money.”

Sitting up, he slipped back on his hoodie and groped around for his underwear. Maybe they got tossed? Gently lowering his feet to the carpet, favoring his uninjured foot, he started searching the floor. There were his pants! They somehow got bundled under the bed. Now he just needed his briefs.

Naked cuddling definitely did the trick, the whining quit immediately and an arm came down to wrap around Shouta as he cuddled into him, a thumb stroking his shoulder. Oboro was all smiles again.This was nice.

“Yeah…” Hizashi mumbled, sulking and hunched over, looking down at the hand his friend had been stroking moments before. Shouta had a point. He usually did, logic and reason were the guy’s specialty. But that didn’t make Mic want him to stay here with him regardless, didn’t lessen the need to protect him in the slightest.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of pink, cast a dark maroon in the glow of the lava lamps, poking out from under Oboro. Had he found them and hid them on purpose? Was he going to take them home to sniff later? And why could he not blame him if he did plan on doing that?

“Oboro, uh…?”

Oboro glanced over to Yamada, and saw him pointing to his shoulder. Perplexed, he sat up and looked, laughing at what he saw. Picking the underwear up, he prepared to slingshot them in Mic’s general direction.

“Y’know, Shouta, I could zip you home pretty quick on the Oboro Express.” The underwear was released, hitting Hizashi in the face. Hizashi let this happen. “Why don’t you guys get over here and take a quick nap at least? There’s time!”

“Found ‘em.” Mic added, pointing to the underwear on his face, but making zero attempts to remove them.

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Can men even get married in Japan? Much less three of them at one time... Shouta sighed into the before slowly pulling off his hoodie. Looking it over, his nose wrinkled at the few spots of white that managed to land on it. Praying it didn't stain, he scrubbed at it.

"You're the least modest person I've ever known, 'Bo," he deadpanned, squinting at the faint stains. Maybe he could pass it off as spilled hand lotion? It was poor excuse, but what else could white stains be? Scratching his messy hair, he wondered if pouring soda over top of it would mask them. Hmm.

Moving on, he wiped down his belly before traveling lower. Phantom touches still repeated on loop as the cloth dragged down his groin, as if his friends' hands had burned into his skin. If he considered it too long, he knew he might get excited again. So, he moved on autopilot, cleaning his front as quickly and professionally as he did in the gym showers.

Casting a look at the alarm clock-- since it seemed so interesting to Hizashi-- and groaned. Normally, he had trouble sleeping at night. No big deal then, right? What was one more sleepless night for an insomniac? However, that orgasm took a lot out of him. His brain felt fuzzy and his body exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to at least nap for an hour...

"I should start heading home soon. My mom is an early riser..." Shouta didn't sound enthusiastic about it. Not even a little bit. After this experience, facing his father would be extremely difficult-- suppressing thoughts about world-changing events proved nearly impossible.

Once everything else on him was clear of bodily fluids, Shouta knew he had to clean where Oboro planted his seed. "Alright, Mister Modest," he picked up a pillow and threw it over Shirakumo's grinning face, "keep your eyes over there." A pointed look at Hizashi said for him not to stare either. Trusting him to follow the wordless demand, Shouta reached behind himself to clean away the dried cum on his lower back and ass.

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When the door opened, Shouta dove behind Mic. Unable to find his briefs, he tugged the tail of his hoodie down over himself for some smidgen of modesty. Maybe pressing himself against Hizashi didn’t make this situation look any better, but Shouta panicked. In a fluster, cold sweat broke out over his body.

This is it. The end of my friendship with the only two people who like me.

Oboro’s voice eased his stricken nerves,and he hesitantly peeked over Hizashi’s shoulder. There was no looming silhouette behind him. No angry parent. Good. “Think so?” He exclaimed incredulously. “You better know so.”

The flop of fabric on the bed interrupted his indignation. The two women had been up this whole time mending it for him? That was very thoughtful, and he appreciated it, but that also meant they most likely heard them. Shouta hadn’t exactly found it easy to hold back his voice the whole time.

Kill me now, he silent begged the universe as he buried his hot face in the washcloth. It, at least, offered some relief. Playing the motion off, he scrubbed his face violently, cleaning of any traces of their… What should he even call it? Band Practice? “Ugh… what am I doing with my life…?” He moaned to himself.

Despite the tense awkwardness of the situation, Hizashi’s good mood had barely soured. That may or may not have been because Shouta had, once again, dove behind and clung to him for protection.

Yeah. He could definitely get used to that kind of thing.

Hizashi couldn’t hide his amused grin while Shouta scrubbed at his face. Was he attempting to scrub away his embarrassment? Was it working?

“Ohh! Discussing future plans?” Oboro was back on the bed again in an instant, throwing himself onto it, causing the mattress to creak. “So I was thinkin’ a themed wedding…”

“In our matching jockstraps?” Mic replied, tone as tired as he felt, as he scrubbed at his stomach and legs. Oboro flipped over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, thoughtfully. He was beginning o get pretty well acquainted with that ceiling.

“Nah! I figure that can wait ‘til the honeymoon.”

“Coward.”

“What can I say! I’m a modest kinda guy.”

Mic turned his head to glance at the alarm clock on his bedside stand. Was it even worth going to sleep now? His strong desire for a couple hours of warm cuddles told him yes, the dread of sleeping through the alarm and Shou paying for it dearly told him no.

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When the door opened, Shouta dove behind Mic. Unable to find his briefs, he tugged the tail of his hoodie down over himself for some smidgen of modesty. Maybe pressing himself against Hizashi didn't make this situation look any better, but Shouta panicked. In a fluster, cold sweat broke out over his body.

This is it. The end of my friendship with the only two people who like me.

Oboro's voice eased his stricken nerves,and he hesitantly peeked over Hizashi's shoulder. There was no looming silhouette behind him. No angry parent. Good. "Think so?" He exclaimed incredulously. "You better know so."

The flop of fabric on the bed interrupted his indignation. The two women had been up this whole time mending it for him? That was very thoughtful, and he appreciated it, but that also meant they most likely heard them. Shouta hadn't exactly found it easy to hold back his voice the whole time.

Kill me now, he silent begged the universe as he buried his hot face in the washcloth. It, at least, offered some relief. Playing the motion off, he scrubbed his face violently, cleaning of any traces of their... What should he even call it? Band Practice? "Ugh... what am I doing with my life...?" He moaned to himself.

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Regardless of how fake it sounded, sexual stimuli released powerful endorphins that helped mute pain. Shouta was well aware of that, though he never thought to touch himself during his emotional lows even if he knew it would help. If his parents caught him… ugh, he didn’t want to think about it.

Instead, he lost himself in Hizashi’s warmth, his giggle like music to his ears. It was the afterglow that brought on all these soft feelings, right? Though, thinking back, he wanted to kiss him earlier that day too. In the dark of the basement and in the shrubs outside his house.

“Thanks again, ‘Zashi,” he mumbled after his friend’s quip about parties. “You didn’t have to go out of your way to come get me, but you did anyway.” Cupping the back of Mic’s neck, fingers carded through blond locks. “You’ll be an amazing hero.” That’s right, he wasn’t special. A hero’s job was to save everyone. Still, that soft green gaze made him feel so important.

Voices in the hallway dried up all the warm feelings. Aizawa shot up into a sitting position, tugging down the tail of his hoodie to cover up his shame. Where was his underwear?! Frantically, he groped around for them, utterly panicked.

They’d been too loud. This was all his fault. He should have stopped them. What if Hizashi’s parents forbade them from seeing each other from now on?! Tears formed in his eyes, and his mouth went bone dry. If he lost them, he’d be all alone again. He couldn’t handle that!

Mic scoffed, rolling his eyes despite Shouta not being able to see it. “There you go again, sellin’ yourself short. I came over because I wanted to be with you, yo! Besides, all three of us’ll be great heroes one day. Tog–”

He stopped short and froze to listen. It sounded as if Shirakumo was talking to himself in the hall. If not for the name drop, Mic would have assumed he was just talking to the cat.

Oboro fully expected to find them both cuddled up close and fast asleep, but that wasn’t what he found when he opened the door. His grin fell into a concerned frown when he saw his two bandmates sitting bolt upright in bed, faces stricken with dread and panic.

“Uhh … what’s up?” Oboro questioned cautiously, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

“Bro! Did she hear us?” Hizashi whispered loudly. Oboro’s beam returned in full force.

“Oh, nah! I don’t think so.” That was a lie, he definitely thought so. But she had seemed … just fine with it, actually. “She asked me to give this back to you, Shouta.” He tossed the folded up cape onto the bed beside them, careful to avoid having it land in any of the mess. “All fixed! Oh, brought these, too.” He tossed them each a damp washcloth.