Shinsou was absolutely, positively, one hundred percent fucked.
And not in a nice way.
Fucked in the sense that everything he'd thought he'd known about one person had been flipped upside down.
Well, not everything, he supposed. If it had been everything, he wouldn’t be in his current predicament now.
And what was this predicament? Well, it all started two weeks ago.
Shinsou had known for a long time who and what he liked. He had never questioned his preferences. It was one of the few things he was absolutely certain about.
To be blunt, Shinsou was 100 percent gay. And gay for one guy in particular. He had been since high school. They got closer once Shinsou had made it into the hero course, and despite everyone around him telling him that it would probably never go anywhere, he never was able to quite let go of his feelings.
His feelings for one particular blonde spite tower; Neito Monoma.
But the thing was, if left up to Hitoshi, he would never say anything to Neito about his feelings.
Unfortunately, his best friend, Izuku Midoriya, had different ideas for what he thought the underground hero should do about said emotions.
Shinsou had made a habit of visiting the new Symbol of Peace's home on a regular basis... or perhaps it would be better to say that, if he didn't, Izuku would do one of the things he did best; pester him until he did come over.
He was joining him for dinner at Izuku’s insistence, because Shinsou knew better than to argue with him at this point. Tugging at the hood of his jacket that was pulled over his fluffy purple hair as he came up to the door, he knocked, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for someone to answer it.
The sound of stomping on the other side gave him a hint on who it was coming to the door, and when it opened to a head of spikey blonde hair, he wasn’t surprised.
“Oi, Deku! Eyebags is here!” Katsuki called behind him, moving aside so Shinsou could come in, and pushing the door shut after him.
“In the living room!” Deku called back, Shinsou going in that direction while the blonde diverted course to finish up the food in the kitchen. The smell of chicken wafted out of the room after him, accompanied by the sizzling sound of food in a frying pan. Izuku was on the couch watching TV, but he looked away with a smile when Shinsou sat beside him.
“You look more tired than usual.” Izuku commented with a laugh, gently poking the underground hero’s shoulder.
“Couldn’t sleep.” Shinsou only grunted in response, head falling back on the cushions of the couch.
“So, what was it this time?” Izuku continued to poke and prod him, and Shinsou thought about swatting his hand away, but...ugh, that takes effort.
“Nothing.” He replied, but Izuku was very much not convinced. His eyebrows did that very Izuku-like thing where they bunched up, along with him pushing his lower lip out in a pout.
“I don’t believe that for a second.” He finally said after a few long moments of studying Shinsou. Another groan escaped the purple haired man, and he curled over the arm of the couch in an effort to get away from Izuku’s fingers.
“It’s not important.” He groused, attempting to glare at his best friend, but it was as effective as a puppy pouting at their owner.
“But I’m curious! Plus, if it’s really that thought-consuming, it’s got to be at least a little important!” Izuku countered, expression morphing into an amused smirk.
“Ugh, fine!” Shinsou gave in, moving back to his original position so he could talk more comfortably. Izuku looked almost delighted at his response, green eyes getting that excited twinkle in them. “It’s stupid, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to air it out anyways. Don’t look so excited, jeez.” He said, the corner of his mouth tipping up as he poked Izuku on the forehead.
The green haired man huffed, but his excitement didn’t dissipate. “Well? I’m listening.”
“It was….him again.” Shinsou begrudgingly admitted after a moment.
Understanding dawned on Izuku’s face, his words softer when he spoke again. “Are you ever gonna tell him how you feel?”
“I wasn't planning on it.” Shinsou grumbled, glaring at Izuku, but again, it did nothing to deter the other.
“Why not?” Izuku asked, voice genuinely curious.
“Because….he has enough to deal with without someone like me weighing him down more.” Shinsou said after a moment of thought, a sigh escaping him.
Izuku’s expression turned sympathetic, his hand coming up to pat the other’s shoulder gently. “I’ll support you no matter what you decide to do, of course. But Shinsou,” he hesitated a moment, green eyes flicking to where Katsuki was working in the kitchen before moving back to him. “Don’t let your fears of what might happen stop you from doing something you want. Wishing later that you’d done something you never had the courage to at the time really, really sucks. Trust me, I know.”
Shinsou had heard the words before, but hearing Izuku say them made them hit a little bit closer to home than he anticipated they would. “I….” His mouth suddenly felt dry, unable to form words as the only thought on his mind was Would I regret it if I stayed silent?
“I’ll think about it….” He finally said after a minute of consideration.
Izuku looked surprised for a moment at his words, but then a softer smile came to his face. Seems like I finally got through to him.
Then, the mood was completely broken when Katsuki’s loud voice echoed through the house. “Son of a bitch!”
Izuku burst out into giggles, and Shinsou couldn’t help but chuckle as well. “You should probably go see what he’s done now.” The purple haired man said with a smirk, nudging the other with his elbow.
“Alright, alright.” Izuku said, laughing one more time before standing and going to join the blonde in the kitchen.
If Shinsou craned his neck, he could’ve seen them in the kitchen, but he didn’t need to to know what was happening in the other room. Izuku had always been one of the few people that could just as easily rile Katsuki up as much as he could calm him down. Though, to be fair, the blonde had mellowed out quite a bit since they graduated. He’d probably realized that he couldn’t get everything he wanted by yelling or being angry, and honestly, any progress with him was good progress.
But Izuku’s words from before echoed through Shinsou’s mind. He idly wondered if he’d ever get the chance to be as important to someone as those two were to each other, before shaking his head roughly to clear his thoughts.
Me being important ...pffff. That’s definitely not what I’m worried about. He thought to himself, but ...he still wasn’t sure how convinced he was of his own thoughts.
Two weeks later, there was to be an annual class reunion for graduates of UA, this particular one being the first one that Izuku and everyone else that had graduated from the last Hero Course would attend.
Shinsou was not a social butterfly by any means, but he was in attendance because it would be more troublesome later if he didn’t attend. All the questions consisting of where were you and why didn’t you come only served to grate on his nerves.
So, there he was, leaning against the wall with his drink, being anti-social.
But, of course, Izuku didn’t let that stand for very long.
“Shinsou!” Shinsou turned when he heard his best friend called his name, looking at the other over the rim of his cup as he ran up.
“Izuku. Why do you look so excited?” Shinsou asked as he lowered his cup, squinting at the greenette’s wide grin suspiciously.
“Just come with me!” Izuku said, grabbing his elbow and dragging him through the crowd. There were people gathering in a circle, and Izuku pushed through them, still pulling a confused Shinsou behind him until they got to the front of the mob.
“What....am I looking at?” Shinsou asked, giving the other an ‘are you serious’ look.
In the middle of the crowd, both Kaminari and Sero were break dancing. Well, Shinsou guessed it was break dancing. There are a few people cheering the couple on, mainly Ashido and Kirishima, while everyone else shook their heads or had exasperated smiles on their faces.
“Those two really do belong together, don’t they?” Shinsou said flatly, shaking his head like a disappointed parent. Glancing around for a moment, he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair, judging the dancing across the circle from him. All of a sudden, Izuku’s words from two weeks ago came back to him.
Don’t let your fears of what might happen stop you from doing something you want.
“Hey, uh, I’ll catch you later.” He idly remembered to say something to Izuku before he walked off, slipping through the circle of people until he was standing beside the blonde. Izuku only watched him go, smirking knowingly after him.
Monoma looked over when Shinsou entered his peripheral vision, eyes widening in surprise for a moment before his detached facade slid back into place. “Shinsou.” He greeted him.
“Monoma.” Shinsou said back. He rocked back on the balls of his feet for a moment before gathering his courage and speaking again. “Hey, can I talk to you? Somewhere...not here?”
“I guess?” Monoma’s blue eyes looked back to him in confusion but he nodded, following the purple-haired hero as he slipped out of the crowd and out onto the balcony of the building. He watched as Shinsou leaned against the railing, taking a couple deep breaths. “So, what did you wanna talk about?” He finally asked, breaking the silence.
Shinsou slowly took his hands off the railing, running his fingers through his hair a couple times before he turned to the blonde. “There’s something I’ve been needing to talk to you about, but I...I guess I haven’t had the courage to before now.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“You like me, don’t you?”
Ok, Shinsou wasn’t sure what kind of response he was expecting out of Monoma, but that sure wasn’t it!
His mouth fell open in complete and utter shock, and all he could do for a minute was stare at the other. “How did you ...?” He finally managed to get out.
Monoma snorted, looking vaguely amused as he smirked at Shinsou. “Did you think you were subtle? I could always tell. I’m more surprised it took you this long to say something, honestly.” The blonde informed him, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“So, I’m guessing you already have an answer for me.” Shinsou murmured, raising an eyebrow at him curiously as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Monoma nodded. “I do.” Stepping into Shinsou’s personal space, the blonde lifted a hand out of his pocket, curling it at the back of Shinsou’s neck and tugging the taller man down so that their noses brushed in the small space left between their faces. “See if you can guess what it is.” He said softly, smirk turning playful.
Shinsou didn’t blush very easily, but the closeness was so unexpected he couldn’t stop the flush from climbing up his face. “Uhhh….” Very intelligent answer, Hitoshi. He internally slapped himself at his inability to form words with his crush two goddamn inches from his face!
Focus! He chastised himself. “I…” He slowly brought his hands to rest on Monoma’s hips, fingers clenching and unclenching as he took a shuddering breath. “You...like me too?” He guessed, unable to keep the hope from leaking into his voice, and into his violet eyes.
“Ding ding ding! There you go, champ.” Monoma said, shoulders shaking with laughter. As lovely as the sound was, it tapered off when Shinsou brought his hands from Monoma’s hips to his face, gently cradling it. “Come here, you.” Monoma said, using the hand on the other’s neck to pull him the rest of the way down so he could press his lips against Hitoshi’s.
The kiss was short, but sweet, and the smile that spread across Shinsou’s face was probably the brightest and most genuine one the blonde had ever seen on him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Monoma suggested, pulling away a bit, only to grab his hand again and tug him towards the exit.
I’d follow you anywhere. Was the only thought on Shinsou’s mind as he nodded, fingers tightening around his.
Izuku watched the two leave, hands intertwined, an almost proud smile on his face.
“It’s about damn time.” Bakugou commented over the rim of his cup, trying to seem disinterested, but failing. Izuku pinched his side, but didn’t comment further.
They both knew that the two of them would have their ups and downs, but they would make it if they cared about each other enough. The coming time ahead looked bright, and they would work their hardest to keep it that way.