Shouta woke up in his husband's arms, subconsciously matching the rhythm of the blonde's breathing. He watched the rise and fall of Hizashi's chest as the man slept. Not wanting to get out of bed just yet, but not knowing the time, Shouta slowly worked his way out of the man's arms, careful not to wake him up. Leaning up against the bed frame, he grabbed his phone from his bedside table, turning the brightness down and looking at the time. He yawned as the time read 7:30 am.
" 3 and a half hours... " Shouta internally sighed at the amount of sleep.
Hizashi stirred and Shouta watched as his husband groggily opened his eyes, blinking them up at the dark haired man. "What time is it?" He asked, sleep still evident in his voice.
"7:30." Hizashi grumbled at the time and grabbed Shouta by the waist.
"Come back to sleep. It's Saturday, we don't have classes today." Hizashi spoke into Shouta's side. Shouta looked down at the normally loud blonde as he pleaded to go back to sleep.
Shouta scoffed fondly "I don't have classes any day."
"And who's fault is that?" Hizashi stared up into Shouta's coal black eyes watching as the man blinked down at him and grumbled something along the lines of "not my fault they didn't have potential".
They stayed like that for a few more minutes before Hizashi huffed and both he and Shouta pushed back the covers, getting out of bed. Shouta looked down at his clothes he was wearing, mentally grumbling at how sweaty and gross he felt. Sighing, he walked to the bathroom to wash the dirt and grime from last night's patrol off his body. After getting in the shower, Shouta thought about Black Wolf and last night's patrol.
Eraserhead was jumping and running from roof to roof keeping an eye out for any trouble. Passing over an alley, he spotted an argument that looked close to becoming a full on brawl. Jumping down on the larger person and knocking them out with a quick kick to the head, he wrapped the person in his capture weapon so as not to be able to flee or fight back. In the midst of doing so, Shouta failed to notice the other person standing across from him was the vigilante, Black Wolf. (In his defense someone in all black with only accents of a dark navy blue made it really hard to tell who the person was from above)
"That was my kill Eraser." the vigilante pouted, he pouted .
Shouta sighed at Black Wolf's antics, "Don't pout at me. I thought you were getting mugged or some shit." Shouta decided to keep the fact that he didn't know it was the vigilante at first to himself.
"Awww does Eraserhead care bout lil' ol' me?" the snarky little shit teased.
Ok, maybe he regrets not having at least mentioned in passing how he didn't realize it was the vigilante but it's too late for that.
"No." Shouta lied.
"Mhm ok liar~" Black Wolf sing-songed. Shouta regrets ever jumping down to help the person he thought was about to get into a fight. (Poor Shouta, having so many regrets in the span of 7 minutes)
He grumbled to himself while tapping into his comms and informing Tsukauchi of the thug he had wrapped up. Confirming it was just another 10 minute wait, Shouta shot a look at the vigilante already climbing up the fire escape.
"Hold it you little shit." Shouta stared at the vigilante, who looked back at him with an LED eyebrow on his mask raised in a silent question. "I'll see you at the same place in 15?"
The vigilante huffed out a laugh, "yeah sure whatever old man."
"I'm not that old!" he called out after the retreating figure. He heard laughter come from the same direction and sighed, resigning himself to the next 8 minute wait.
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Tsukauchi found Shouta leaning against a wall glaring at the ground like it personally offended him. Shouta looked in his direction, sighed, stood up and stalked over to the detective.
"Black Wolf?" Tsukauchi questioned. Shouta gave a terse nod in response, handing over the thug to the police officer standing next to Tsukauchi. Shouta gave his report, purposely leaving out the part where he didn't recognize Black Wolf but left everything else about the encounter in. If Tsukauchi knew he left small details out, the man didn't call the hero out on it.
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20 minutes later found Eraserhead chasing the same vigilante over rooftops after the little bastard stole his canned coffee, chugged the rest of it, and then chucked it off the rooftop while yelling "YEET" at the top of his lungs. And well, you know how the rest of the story goes: Shouta's capture scarf being insinuated that it's used for kinks and the aforementioned little shit somehow being able to reach one of his knives before cutting his way out of Shouta's capture scarf.
Shouta walked out into the kitchen, the smell of omurice wafting throughout the apartment. Sitting at the counter, Shouta watched as the blonde moved around the kitchen while listening to his radio show. A small smile graced Shouta's face the moment Hizashi made eye contact with him, causing his cockatoo of a husband to grin boisterously.
Hizashi set down two plates of omurice. One in front of Shouta and the other opposite the ravenette where the blonde sat down. Contented, the two ate in comfortable silence, the only sound being Hizashi's radio station and the pitter-patter of small paws signifying their 2 cats waking up.
Izuku watched Mei's expression war through different emotions before one finally settled on her face and she burst out laughing once again. The two talked for 3 more hours about inventions they were planning and other, random stuff, before Mei's mom called asking where she was and Mei had to go home.
After Mei left Izuku went back to rummaging through the trash piles. What he was looking for, he has no idea, but he does know that once he finds it, he'll know it's the thing he needs. Granted he could just summon what he needs with his quirk but where's the fun in that? No, Izuku wants to feel the sense of pride and joy he gets from doing things without his quirk.
(And because you really only choose to summon knives Izuku. KNIVES . You can summon mythical creatures but you choose to summon knives? Really? I can't with you.)
Just because he manifested his quirk at 7 years old and now can use it to literally bring anything he wants to him doesn't mean he will. He went 7 years without using a quirk for everyday activities, he can go a few more hours at the trash beach.
That late afternoon, Izuku walked home with one new contact in his phone and a promise to meet back on the beach with Mei next week.