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1.
[A picture of Present Mic holding up his hand twined with someone else’s, the other person out of shot of the camera. Rings are present on both of their hands.]
presentmic-official I’m still shaking we got MARRIED
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Hizashi had wanted to post a picture of them at the ceremony to his Instagram.
Shouta was tempted to give in. It wasn’t every day that you got married, but he’d only been working for a few years now, and villains had already threatened people that he loved.
He barely looked recognizable in their wedding pictures. He’d let Nemuri do his hair, twisted up into a fancy updo. He’d even shaven, although kept a bit of stubble on his face because he felt strange without it and he knew that Hizashi liked it anyway.
Still, it was clearly him, and if someone was trying to target him enough, it wouldn’t be hard to piece it together. Hizashi was more than capable of defending himself, but Shouta didn’t want to even think about the possibility of him being targeted because of their relationship.
He pursed his lips when he saw Hizashi staring at their wedding pictures on his phone when he went to bed that night.
“You could always make a personal Instagram,” Shouta murmured, kissing Hizashi’s chin before curling up in bed, smiling when Hizashi followed, meeting his lips again. “If you want to post pictures of us that badly.”
Hizashi shrugged, kissing Shouta softly again. “I don’t mind, really,” he said. Shouta raised his eyebrows, questioning him. “I’m just looking! Everyone I’d want to see these saw them in person.”
“As long as you’re sure.” Shouta knew that Hizashi wanted a much more public life than he did. He appreciated that, and tried to give him leeway to do what he wanted. He just… also needed to make sure they were both safe.
“Shou,” Hizashi rolled his eyes, leaning forward to meet their lips. “I’d post nothing if you didn’t want me to. I’m more than happy with this.” He kissed him again as if to prove his point. “I love you.”
“You’re a sap,” Shouta said, snorting but kissing him back nonetheless. “I love you too.”
2.
[A picture of two pairs of boots by the door. One is clearly Present Mic’s from his hero costume, the other more industrial black boots.]
presentmic-official God, we’re never home at the same time. Off duty, finally.
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“I’m dying,” Hizashi said decisively, throwing himself onto the couch, his phone haphazardly sliding against the coffee table. Shouta reached out to stop it from falling onto the ground, rolling his eyes and approaching the couch.
He kicked at Hizashi’s feet. “Move,” he said, and Hizashi immediately sat up so there was room for Shouta. As soon as Shouta sat down, Hizashi sprawled over him again, his head resting in Shouta’s lap. Shouta ran his fingers through Hizashi’s damp hair, working out the rest of the tangles as he did so. “So why are you dying?”
“I never have time off,” Hizashi groaned, turning his head so he could look up at Shouta. Shouta continued to brush his fingers through his husband’s hair, rolling his eyes.
“You have three jobs, Hizashi. You brought that upon yourself.” Still, he understood what Hizashi meant. Their schedules did not line up well, and they tended to see each other more at UA than they did at home. Shouta was also exhausted, grateful for a day off for both of them to finally spend together.
“But I miss you,” Hizashi whined, tilting his head up. Shouta groaned, leaning down as far as he could to kiss him softly.
“We chose this,” Shouta said. Nonetheless, when Hizashi sat up to wrap his arms around Shouta’s neck and kiss him again and again, Shouta made no move to stop him. He sighed against his husband’s lips. “I miss you too. We’ll adjust. It’s our first year with both of us teaching.”
3.
[A picture taken from a distance of two stacks of paper on a table. One has a cup of coffee next to it.]
presentmic-official Heroics isn’t enough for both of us, I guess. I can’t believe we convinced him to do this.
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“Don’t you think that’s too obvious?” Nemuri questioned, looking at the post on her phone. “People know you work at UA.”
“It could be anyone at any school,” Shouta sighed, his head on Hizashi’s shoulder. “We already talked about it before he posted. You can’t tell what’s on the papers, so it could be anyone. It’s more obvious than some have been in the past, but I don’t think it’s that bad.”
Hizashi grinned, kissing Shouta’s forehead. “I ask him before I post every time, Nemuri! I know better than to give it away.”
“You say, while kissing me at work,” Shouta muttered, even as he stayed leaning firmly against Hizashi. Everyone at UA already knew that they were married anyway, so there was nothing to give away. As long as they kept it secret outside of the teacher’s lounge, there would be no big problem.
Hizashi laughed, continuing to trail kisses all over Shouta’s face, finally landing on his lips. “You love me.”
“I tolerate you,” Shouta answered, kissing him again.
“You married me,” Hizashi taunted, lifting his ring to show to Shouta.
“Hm, convenience. Didn’t have to talk to anyone else.” Shouta closed his eyes, kissing Hizashi again.
“Mm, I guess that must be it. My husband doesn’t even love me,” Hizashi sighed, pretending to fall over backwards.
Shouta rolled his eyes, letting him fall for a second before catching him, meeting their lips. “I love you, you idiot.”
“I know! I love you too,” Hizashi laughed, wrapping his arms around Shouta’s neck.
“You two are no less disgusting than you were when you were fifteen,” Nemuri snorted. “Don’t forget to go to class, lovebirds.”
4.
[A picture of a landscape. A man stands in front of the landscape, his arms crossed over his chest, head just barely turned toward the camera, but obscured from the light of the sunset. He’s got a large scarf wrapped around his neck. The sun on his ring is creating a glare in the picture.]
presentmic-official Can’t decide which is more beautiful.
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“Hizashi.” Shouta held his phone up to his husband, raising his eyebrows. They’d been working a job together, and when it finished off today, the two of them walked home together instead of bothering anyone to bring them home. It had been a longer walk than anticipated, and neither of them had much energy left now that they were home. “What is this?”
“No one can tell it’s you,” Hizashi whined, looking up at him. “You looked hot, and the sky was pretty, Shou.”
Shouta rolled his eyes, walking back up to Hizashi. “Were you taking pictures of me the whole time you were hiding from the bugs?”
“Shou,” Hizashi whined, covering his face with his hands. “Just of the sunset, I promise. And a little of your ass, but you can’t tell me that’s wrong,” Hizashi said, smiling up at him.
Shouta rolled his eyes. “Let’s just go shower,” Shouta said. He didn’t really care, especially since Hizashi had hidden his face still. Hizashi knew what Shouta was and wasn’t comfortable with him posting. He just had to tease his husband.
“Ooh, we’re showering together?” Hizashi teased, finally peeling himself out of his hero costume. “Shou, you should just ask me if – ”
Shouta briefly activated his quirk to shut Hizashi up. “If you’re not to the shower in five minutes, I’m locking you out and I’ll be asleep before you’re done.”
Hizashi immediately started moving faster and Shouta rolled his eyes, tossing his support items onto the couch before ducking into the bathroom.
He’d never lock Hizashi out.
5.
[A picture of a bed. There’s a lump in the white bedsheets that’s only distinguishable as a person by the black hair sticking out of the end of it.]
presentmic-official After all the shit we’ve been through lately, he deserves to sleep in.
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“Hizashi,” Shouta said after a moment, looking up at him. “My identity’s blown open wide.”
“Shit, can they see something – ” Hizashi immediately picked up his phone, eyes wide as he scrolled to his Instagram.
“No. I don’t mean…” Shouta breathed out. “Not on your Instagram, ‘zashi. In general. Everyone knows who I am, I’ve been on TV. Eraserhead is much less unknown, and everyone knows he’s Aizawa Shouta.” He set his hands against his legs, looking up at Hizashi. “If you… you can post whatever you want. All of my fears, of people hurting you, because they know me… you can defend yourself, and Instagram isn’t going to stop them from associating us together any more. I don’t care who you tell.”
“Shouta,” Hizashi said quietly, looking up at his husband. “Are you serious? You know that I’ll make sure that no one knows who you are if you really don’t want them to know.”
“’zashi.” Shouta shook his head. “I said what I meant. You can post whatever you want. The only people it’s going to matter to at this point is the students.”
“You know the students are going to care,” Hizashi said, raising his eyebrows. “You’re not going to be able to blow that one off.”
“I… I don’t care.” Shouta kind of cared. He’d spent a long time preserving his personal life from his professional life, but there was not as clear a divide after this year. “I’ll just make them direct their questions to you if they’re annoying.”
1.
[A picture of Present Mic and another man. The other man is fast asleep against Present Mic’s shoulder, his unshaven face partially obscured by black hair. Their hands are twined together in their laps, wedding rings flashing in the filter chosen.]
presentmic-official I can’t imagine life without him. I love you, Shouta.
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“Do you want me to come to class with you?” Hizashi asked, looking at Shouta as he gathered his papers for homeroom, throwing his sleeping bag over his shoulder. “I can, if you want. So I can answer all of their questions right away.”
“I’ll be fine.” Shouta rolled his eyes, ducking down to kiss Hizashi before walking out of the room to his classroom. He could hear them from the hallway and he rubbed his hands over his head to fend off the inevitably impending migraine his class always ended up causing.
When he walked into the room, the class silenced for a moment before erupting into questions.
“One person speaks, or I’m teaching without listening to a single thing you say,” Shouta said. “And I’m not choosing who. Organize yourselves.”
The students ended up thrown back in chaos, and Shouta groaned, leaning against the desk and watching them. Finally, Iida rose as the sole voice, which was a little surprising considering the fact that Tenya and Tensei had both been at their wedding. “Mr. Aizawa, we noticed Present Mic posted about you on his Instagram last night.”
“Yes. And?” Shouta asked, raising his eyebrows at Iida.
“The class would like confirmation that you and Present Mic are married.”
Shouta rolled his eyes, looking out at the class and lifting up his hand. He’d wear his ring during school, except when he was doing training exercises. “You should learn to be more observant. Even if you didn’t notice that we had matching rings, we’ve both worn our rings here as long as you’ve been going to school here.”
The class erupted again and Shouta flashed his quirk again, staring at them with a threatening glare.
“One voice speaks, or you’re all expelled,” Shouta said, growling softly and grabbing his phone off of his desk.
shouta: hizashi come to english early
shouta: they’re so much worse than i thought they’d be
hizashi: on my way now. please don’t threaten to expel them they’re just excited to know more about you
shouta: too late
hizashi: should have known. love you.
shouta: love you too.