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Part 3 of Tuesday Brewsday
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He Likes It Sweet

Summary:

Hitoshi meets Izuku on the roof before a mission with a cup of coffee in each hand.

Notes:

thank you twitter and discord friends for jumping in on the super fast poll to pick a ship; i had way too much fun with these two

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Are you dead over there?”

Hitoshi stands at their designated meeting spot, a rooftop three blocks away from the new headquarters of the next big let’s-end-the-world-group—a group that is not nearly as dangerous as the last two were, but every job has its dull patches, he supposes.

Izuku is lying flat on his back, his worn yellow scarf draped over his face, and he raises a hand to signal that he’s not before he lets it fall with a thud.

Hitoshi’s feet scuff the ground lightly as he approaches him, a sound consciously made because the last thing he wants to do is startle someone with Izuku’s kind of quirk while they’re on a roof.

He wonders if he asked a question fast enough, could he use his quirk to get him to catch him before he hit the ground.

Interesting.

Never mind the fact that he would do it anyway, it’s important to know what your options are, especially when you’re dealing with someone whose number one move is known as Delaware Smash.

Or was it Detroit?

Des Moines?

Dallas?

It probably doesn’t matter.

He takes a sip of the coffee in his right hand—his third for the night—and he only burns his tongue a little bit on it. He steps over him so he can sit on his waist, keeping both cups balanced so that he doesn’t spill them on him. Izuku grunts, and then he laughs weakly, the small puffs of his breath raising the scarf over his mouth.

“Ow.”

“Rise and shine,” he says as he lightly taps the bottom of the cup against Izuku’s chest just enough for him to know what it is. Izuku groans and moves his scarf away, revealing a tired but not a concerning level of exhausted face. He’s got liner smudged around his eyes though, which is new. Copycat hero. “Morning.”

“It’s two,” Izuku says.

“In the morning,” he reminds him. Izuku smiles up at him, and Hitoshi raises his cup for emphasis. “Hurry up and drink this so we can start.”

Izuku groans again in protest because it seems he would rather sleep for once (a rare mood, but not impossible), and he moves to push himself up, but Hitoshi doesn't get up off of his lap, forcing him to hold himself up by his palms behind him.

And he only means to be a little obstinate for his own amusement, but then he gets a look at him looking up at him, and wow.

He’s.

Wow.

Yeah.

When they first met, Izuku was the human equivalent of the gerbil who squeaks whenever you get home—actually when they first met, Hitoshi was so caught up in his own little antihero-but-because-they-won’t-give-me-a-shot complex, his first thoughts about him weren’t nearly so kind—but now he’s….

“What flavor did you get?”

“Oh,” he says, pushing himself up to his knees so he can climb back off of him. He twists his legs to sit next to him while Izuku gets up the rest of the way, no longer hindered or restrained. “Chocolate for me, marshmallow for you.”

Izuku hums, eyeing both cups.

“Oh, come on,” Hitoshi complains.

“I didn’t say anything,” Izuku defends.

“Like you’d need to.”

“I was just thinking that marshmallow and chocolate would probably go together, is all,” he says innocently before his mouth widens into a smile. “Like a match made in heaven.”

Hitoshi rolls his eyes. He can’t believe him.

He hands Izuku the cup he got for him specifically, and Izuku grins as he accepts it.

“It’s hot,” he warns. Izuku ignores him and gulps it down before he sticks out his tongue in dismay.

“Ow!”

“What did I just say?” Hitoshi says and takes a sip of his own.

“You’re drinking yours!”

“I don’t feel pain.”

“That’s my line,” Izuku says, but this time he blows into the mouth hole of his cup before drinking again. “Mmmm, this is good.”

“Is it?” Hitoshi asks like he didn’t already try it.

“Yeah, it’s really good,” he says, and then he glances at the cup in Hitoshi’s hand about as subtly as someone with eyes as big as his can get away with—which is not at all. Hitoshi makes a show of rolling his eyes like he didn’t expect this when he bought them, and holds his cup out to him. “Just a taste.”

It’s a promise he doesn’t believe, but he doesn’t need to. 

Izuku tries the chocolate and his eyes close as a pleasant smile curves across his lips.

And that is why Hitoshi got marshmallow and chocolate and not just another of the two unsweetened black coffees he chugged on the way here.

“I think I could totally kick some bad guy butt now,” Izuku says.

Hitoshi pushes himself up and extends a hand to help Izuku to his feet. “Good. Let’s hurry up and go. I don’t wanna have to go piss in the middle of this because that would suck pretty bad.”

Izuku throws his head back and laughs. “Oh no!”

“I learned that trick from Sensei,” he says at poor Aizawa’s expense, and Izuku laughs a little harder.

He puts both cups back down on the roof to be retrieved when they’re finished, and Hitoshi wraps his capture weapon around his fist, ready to aim it for the fire escape on the next building over.

“Race you there?” Izuku says.

“Maybe,” he says. “What happens if I win?”

“Mmmmmm,” he hums in thought, but it seems exaggerated at best. “Breakfast?”

Hitoshi considers it for a moment and then nods. “Alright. Works for me.”

“Good, because I’m about to take these guys to the International House of Pain Cakes!”

Hitoshi blinks, his feet planted firmly in place as Izuku launches himself off of the building like a tiny, green, caffeine-fueled rocket.

With the worst sense of humor Hitoshi’s encountered since his joint math classes with the business course back in high school..

And this is the guy Denki thinks he’s into?

Green lightning arcs in the air, and Hitoshi whips his scarf out with a flourish, not willing to let Midoriya Izuku show him up. He’s got a breakfast to win.

Now this is what he calls living.






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