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Hitoshi groaned as someone knocked on his door once more. Of fucking course. Seriously. He needed to get a sign that said ‘No Dumbasses, this is not the Wizard’s house. That’s the colourful house across the street. I am a punk rock goth, not a Wizard, go away.’ sign. Like sure, run your business from home, that’s chill, but damn could the man not at least put up a damn sign?

Hitoshi knows Kaminari knows. It’s not some secret. He sends everyone over there with a message to the man. Usually just ‘get a sign’ or ‘wrong house again’ but maybe he needed to up the sarcasm to get the message across properly? Hitoshi didn’t know. 

With a sigh, Hitoshi ignored the way he wanted to simply curl up in a ball and instead found his way to the door exhaustedly. Why did he put up with this fucking neighbour- he knew why, Kaminari was nice, and he made damn good sleep potions to ward off the insomnia, which he sent over every time someone came knocking. Still. Could he please get a fucking SIGN!?

Hitoshi didn’t even bother with a greeting as he opened the door, simply raising an eyebrow expectently. 

“H-hi, I- I came here l-looking for l-love?” The green haired man stuttered out, face red- probably embarrassment that he needed a love potion- and eyes darting around, never quite meeting Hitoshi’s. 

“I see. Well the wizard across the road doesn’t usually do love potions, breaks consent and shit. He might be able to change how you look or give you a confidence booster? I’m not sure man, but either way, this is the wrong house.”

“N- no, no, I’ve seen the wizard. He sent me over here?”

What? Well Hitoshi hadn’t expected that. With a slight lean to the side, he was able to better make out the door to the house across the street and sure enough, there was the wizard, waving excitedly and giving him a dramatic thumbs up, as though any of this made sense. 

Awkwardly, Hitoshi looked back at the blushing green haired man. Sure he was cute, but that wasn’t- Hitoshi probably wasn’t the man’s type anyway. 

“He um… he said you were… maybe single?”

“He said that did he?” Hitoshi mused, not quite willing to make any movement at all. Not to push and not to leave. Instead he just hesitated, unable to gage the next step. 

“Well, yeah?”

“And what do you think?” Hitoshi asked, leaning on the doorframe with a slight smirk and a casual cross of his arms. Hitoshi had no idea what he was doing here but it felt right, so he raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer. 

“Whether y-you’re single?”

“Sure,” Hitoshi nodded, it wasn’t really what he’d meant but he didn’t particularly care. 

“Well I mean- you’re hot- so like- but- but I’m not sure why the wizard would l-lie?” The man replied, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

“I’m hot?” Hitoshi asked his smirk carefully hiding the giddiness he felt inside about that one. 

“W-well yeah? Duh?” The man seemed to realise what he said after it, flushing bright pink in an honestly adorable way. 

“You think I’m hot?” Hitoshi clarified, because no way this was real, right? But also maybe this was him flirting? Hitoshi had no clue what he was doing?

“Y-yeah?”

“Cute,” Hitoshi smirked, watching the way the man’s bright red flush reached his ears at the word. Cute was the understatement of the century. This man was drop dead gorgeous. 

“Cute?” The man squeaked out. 

“Mm,” Hitoshi hummed in agreement, standing up from his position leaning on his doorframe, carefully taking the man who stood in front of him, “Beautiful even, hey, Pretty Boy?”

The green haired man flushed so bright it almost looked like he’d somehow managed to shape shift into a giant strawberry. 

“Well, do you have a name or shall I stick with Pretty Boy, hm?”

“I- uh- I- Izuku. Izuku Midoriya.”

“Izuku Midoriya,” Hitoshi hummed the name, testing how it felt, before looking back at the man, “I think I prefer Pretty Boy. Makes you blush all cute like.”

“I- I- uh- what- what do I c-call you?”

“The names Hitoshi Shinsou, but you can call me whatever you want, darling.”

“Hi- Hitoshi?”

Hitoshi hummed in agreement before stepping back into his house, moving so there was room for Izuku to come through. 

“Well let’s not stand out in the cold anymore hmm? You came here looking for love did you not?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Love, love I think I can give you,” Hitoshi grinned, pushing the door shut behind Izuku. Then he moved, fast, a hand over Izuku’s shoulder, his other hand shoving the man into the wall. He winced at the flash of fear in the other man’s eyes, loosening up and looking down at the man gently. 

“This ok?” He asked quietly. 

“Y-yeah,” Izuku agreed and Hitoshi moved once more, colliding his lips with Izuku’s in the frenzy that only came from seeing the most beautiful man in his life call HIM hot. Izuku, for his part, kissed back with equal force, enough to shove Hitoshi against the opposite hallway wall, causing the man to let out a soft gasp which Izuku took advantage of, slipping his tongue into Hitoshi’s mouth, seeming just as desperate as Hitoshi felt. 

“Fuck, Pretty Boy,” Hitoshi whispered in a gasped breath as Izuku pulled away from him enough for them both to catch their breaths. 

“K-keep that coming?” Izuku whispered out, and Hitoshi furrowed his brow, trying to work out what the other man meant, “The- the compliments- I never- people don’t-”

Oh. Oh, that Hitoshi could do. 

“You want some praise, huh handsome?”

Izuku nodded desperately, burying his face into Hitoshi’s neck and sucking hickey after hickey as the man spoke. 

“You’re so gorgeous, stunning even, fuck you are so good at this too Pretty Boy, you make me want to cry, you’re so perfect. I love this, I need this, you are so perfect. So perfect. So good, your eyes, fuck, your eyes are beautiful and your lips, they feel so damn good against my skin. You’re so perfect. So perfect for me,” Hitoshi stumbled over his words, gasping as Izuku played with his neck, sucking and licking and biting, drawing out gasps and moans and sounds Hitoshi didn’t know he could make. 

Fuck, Hitoshi owed Kaminari the biggest batch of thank you cookies for this one.