((This is my first Shindeku fic I’ve not felt absolutely terrified to post so I hope you all enjoy it... uwu; Also, all the characters here are 18+ so they’re old enough to drink in most places, I think uwu I’m lazy at researching uwu
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Vomiting
Word Count: 2639))
It was too loud. Too crowded. He definitely didn’t want to be there anymore. When Kirishima had invited Izuku to this party he thought it would be a movie night and a snack, not all this crazy shouting and drinking stuff. It really wasn’t his kind of thing, especially after breaking up with Uraraka only a few weeks before. With a small sigh Izuku scratched his cheek and stared into the plastic red cup of lemonade he was holding, no interest in drinking himself and trying to ignore the wild shouting and shoving from another mock fight from Kirishima and Bakugou near him, rolling his eyes a bit at their yelling and trying to step away, accidentally bumping into someone and quickly turning around to apologise.
“O-Oh, Sorry..-!” He quickly said, freezing when he realized his bad luck seeing he had bumped into another ex, a purple haired man with lilac eyes and milky pupils staring back at him and blinking slowly in response. “S-Shinsou-Kun...? What are you doing here?” The taller man glanced down at him, a small grin etching onto his face.
“Well I wasn’t invited.” He chuckled, swaying a little on his feet as he looked around lazily. He took a sip out of his own cup before nodding over at the sparring match in front of them. “Not that they’d notice me being here anyway with them waving their dicks around like that.” Izuku couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the comment, trying to dodge some more shoving as the fight got more intense and sighing a little bit. Shinsou seemed proud at his little achievement, gently pulling the shorter man out of the way easily and waving nonchalantly as he began to walk away. “It was good seeing you, Midoriya. Enjoy the rest of the party.” He glanced back for a moment, partially hoping the greenette would stop him but when nothing came after him he let out a small sigh, taking another deep drink from his cup and shuddering slightly at the taste of it as he left. Izuku ended up just standing there, cursing himself as he looked down at his feet again and deciding after a few seconds that the party just wasn’t to his taste, leaving the room to find a way outside. As he squeezed through the hallways he noticed another familiar figure; his recent heartbreak Ochako Uraraka drunkenly kissing Denki Kaminari, forcing a lump in Izuku’s throat to rise in jealousy and hurt before forcing his way past. He snatched a cup of real drink - well, cider - and tried to blink away the hot tears that had sprung into his eyes as he quickly downed it in one swift go, choking on the bubbles as they hit the back of his throat when he sat down on the porch step, shaking with anger and upset. It had only been weeks...! It’d barely been that since they broke up! She could at least pretend to be more upset about it...!
Izuku’s thoughts were interrupted by a gentle hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look up to see the owner and wipe his face quickly with his sleeve, leaving a slight trail of mucus and having to hide his arm in embarrassment. Much to his surprise, Shinsou had found him, now lacking his drink and swaying a little bit as he gripped Izuku’s shoulder a little too tightly. Thankfully, the green haired man didn’t need to actually say anything, hiding his face in his arm once more as the tears tumbled out again, making Shinsou sit beside him with blurry eyes and watch quietly for a moment. “You’ll have to remind me; happy or upset tears?” He joked fondly with a lopsided grin as he swayed ever so slightly. For some reason, Izuku couldn’t stop himself from letting out a choked laugh, trying to wipe his eyes again until Hitoshi carefully offered out a tissue, clumsily but gently dabbing at his face to clean him up.
“Upset tears.” Izuku eventually confirmed, glancing back to the noise and the lights inside the house and pressing his lips together tightly at the image still fresh in his head of Uraraka and Denki. He eventually opened his mouth again to speak, the words hesitating to come out for a moment. “Ochako-“ he started, startled when Hitoshi interrupted.
“Never deserved you.” The purple haired man finished, making Izuku watch him in surprise as he ran a hand through his lilac hair drunkenly. “I’m not saying I was any better as a boyfriend but... you’re just too good for most people, Izuku.” He let out a small sigh, looking at the cup in his hands for a moment with a melancholy feel in the air between them, not noticing Izuku’s blush remaining on his cheeks as he stared at him. “Listen, you should probably go home, I’m not sticking around either but this isn’t your kind of scene, Midoriya.” Shinsou went to stand up again, caught by surprise himself when he almost fell over. The world just suddenly seemed to spin around him and his stomach turned slightly, only able to focus on a flash of green as Izuku quickly leapt up and caught him before he could injure himself.
“How many have you had to drink, Shinsou-Kun...?” Izuku asked worriedly, supporting the taller man by holding his arm over his shoulder. His heart was pounding, but after a few hero jobs he was already pretty good at hiding it. Shinsou blinked again, looking at the hand holding the empty cup with slight confusion before tossing it aside.
“Probably too many.” Hitoshi admitted, scratching his cheek and leaning his head against Izuku’s head, his hair as soft and fuzzy as he remembered it. He didn’t know how much he missed the smaller male until now; they’d mostly tried to avoid each other after their break up, but with Izuku holding onto him so gently, so carefully making sure he was okay and his warmth was so perfect against his cool skin... He didn’t want it to end.
“Um... maybe... maybe I should take you home, Shinsou-chan. You’re in no state by yourself.” Izuku insisted, not noticing Shinsou’s drunken thinking and carefully helping him slowly take steps away from the party and the noise. Shinsou just let him do so, too woozy to argue and his feet dragging slightly. Thankfully, the streets were mostly empty at that time of night, a fine mist of rain beginning to cover them and making Shinsou’s poof of hair slowly flatten against his scalp. After a while of careful walking, the taller man did speak up again.
“Izuku, why do you keep helping me...?” He slurringly asked, his vision spinning as they dipped in and out of the streetlights, disorientating his balance even more. He hiccuped slightly, beginning to regret how much he had drank and clutching onto Izuku’s shoulder a little bit tighter as he stumbled. Izuku caught him easily, thinking about it for a moment as he rearranged the drunken man’s feet again.
“Well... We’re still friends, right?” He smiled eventually, his emerald eyes glancing up at him with a gentle sparkle in the moonlight, making Shinsou’s chest ache at the sight. He quickly readjusted his grip on Shinsou’s arm over his shoulder before they continued forward. “Besides, I wouldn’t have been a very good hero or friend if I had left you there, would I?” He added, smiling softly and enjoying the rain gently falling on their faces. Something about being with Shinsou again just made him happy, but he knew better than to act on any of his feelings. It’d gotten him in trouble before after all. Shinsou hesitated, unsure about all the feelings re-emerging in his own self, leaning his cheek against Izuku’s head again and closing his eyes for a moment. Big mistake.
“Hold on, Izuku.” Shinsou mumbled, pulling away and managing to stagger over to an alleyway to hide. He didn’t want the greenette to see him in such a state, leaning his hands against the rough exposed bricks and losing the battle against his turning stomach, the alcohol he had drank that night returning in a spectacular mess against the cobblestones. It almost hurt with how violently his gut had turned against him, and he jumped slightly when he felt familiar, calloused yet gentle hands scooping his hair back out of his face, glancing to the side to see that perfect, slightly chubby face belonging to Izuku softly smiling at him through the rest of the blurred world.
“Hey, you’re okay, Hitoshi-chan. I’m here.” Izuku promised, his free hand gently rubbing at Shinsou’s back as he vomited again. It wasn’t exactly the glamorous hero work he had envisioned for his first real mission after graduation but somehow it didn’t seem so bad after all. Shinsou groaned slightly, wiping his mouth with his wrist as he tried to fight off another wave of nausea, Izuku looking concerned. “You okay...?” He asked, laughing a little to try and ease the worry.
“I still love you...” Hitoshi eventually replied, mumbling slightly and feeling Izuku’s hands retreating off him like he had just been scalded. The other man’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish gasping for air, his fist clenched over his heart nervously.
“I-I’m Sorry...?” Izuku squeaked, unsure of he had really heard what he thought he had. Did Shinsou really just say...? He shook his head quickly, trying to dismiss it as him just being drunk as he quickly tried to help him stand upright again. “I-I think you’ve had a little too much to drink, Shinsou...”
“I’m serious, Izuku. I still love you.” Hitoshi insisted, grasping at Izuku’s arms tightly as he stood tall again, regretting it instantly as the nausea fought back and almost sent him toppling over again. Izuku’s quick reactions prevented it once more, holding Shinsou carefully under the arms as he stood precariously far forward. “I-I love you. I miss you. The day you broke up with me I couldn’t breathe.” Shit. Shit shit shit. Why couldn’t he stop? Hitoshi watched as Izuku seemed to hold his breath, taking a gulping breath down as well as he tried to refocus, his legs feeling like jelly under him, though at that point it was impossible to tell whether it was from nerves or from the alcohol. After a few seconds, he managed to find his voice enough again to continue. “I-I miss waking up to you next to me, I miss your tiny little snores and watching you breathe. I miss your hair under my chin as you write all your hero notes on your lap, I miss the way you mumble all your thoughts. I-I miss seeing you wake up and smile despite all the shit going on around us, a-and your hair explodes out like a Brillo pad and you look so confused but happy...” He paused for a moment, pressing his fist to his mouth as he turned away to the wall again, worried he may vomit on his ex. He did gag slightly, but thankfully nothing came up this time, it just hurt his muscles from the force, beginning to shiver in the coldness of the drizzle coating them. Izuku took his hoodie off, more than used to the cooler temperatures due to his old training regime and draped it over the purple haired man’s back to shelter him a little more, continuing to listen for a moment before he opened his mouth to talk again.
“Shinsou... You treated me like an object to be won.” He gently explained, making sure the drunk man was finished emptying his stomach before gently supporting him across his shoulder again. Hitoshi noticed the stiffened posture, clumsily but quickly grabbing Izuku’s cheeks to turn him to face him again, trying to read his face unsuccessfully. For someone who usually wore their heart on their sleeve Izuku was proving to be impossible this time.
“I was wrong.” Hitoshi insisted, his voice embarrassingly cracking slightly as tears caught in the corner of his eyes, shocking even Izuku at the powerful emotion. “You’re not an object, y-you’re someone who made me want to work harder to be a great hero and you make me feel human. No-one else has ever done that. You’re such a wonderful person and I was a complete idiot to treat you the way I did. I love you, Izuku. I have done since the Joint Training Exercise but I was too scared to admit all those feelings. Please. Please give me another chance.” He begged, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He felt woozy, and worryingly lightheaded, trying to mutter out a warning before his whole world suddenly disappeared from his conscious thought and the booze finally dragged him into a clueless sleep.
It was a bright light that woke Shinsou again from his slumber, his head pounding like a thousand jackhammers drilling into his brain and the world spinning around him, forcing out a pained groan from his throat. Everything burned, and ached, and he pressed his palms to his eyes to try and ease some of the awful sensations. He almost jumped out of his skin as he felt a gentle touch on the top of his head, scrambling backwards and almost passing out again from the sudden movement as he tried to focus, his eyes eventually settling on a soft green figure sitting beside him on the edge of the bed and gently offering him painkillers, some water and some toast.
“Morning, Mr Poetry.” Izuku laughed softly, fully aware of the mind numbing brain implosion going on inside Hitoshi’s head at that moment. After a few seconds of glancing between his ex and the offerings in front of him, Hitoshi nervously took the pills and the water and carefully took them, anxious about his stomach’s sensitivity at that moment.
“We didn’t...?” He couldn’t help but ask worriedly, glancing down under the blankets quickly. Izuku squeaked a little bit in embarrassment, his face going his trademark red as he almost threw the toast across the room from the shock.
“W-what?! N-no! You passed out and I brought you home, that’s it!” He panicked, and Hitoshi suddenly remembered everything up until the passing out, turning even more pale than usual. Izuku immediately leaned forward, worried for the other man just in case he felt sick.
“Midoriya, I’m... I’m so, so sorry for everything I said.” Hitoshi explained, burying his face in his hands to try and disappear from the world, missing Izuku’s soft smile on his lips instead.
“Why are you sorry, Hitoshi-chan?” The greenette asked, trying to mask the glee in his voice as he tucked one leg under himself. Before the other man had a chance to talk again, Izuku had leaned in and gently kissed Shinsou on the top of the head again, just as he had done to wake him up. Hitoshi looked up, confused, a small blush on his face as he realised the bright smile on Izuku’s instead. “You... Only told me the truth.” He carefully found a space beside him, snuggling under Hitoshi’s arm and fitting perfectly as though they had never broken up. It clearly took Hitoshi completely by surprise, staring at him in shock as he tried to process it.
“We’re... You...?” He stammered out, and Izuku nodded, smiling wider as he nuzzled his hair under the purple man’s chin comfortably.
“Yeah. I missed you too, you know.” Izuku promised, and Shinsou smiled softly, bringing his other arm around to cuddle him properly and went in to kiss his boyfriend again for the first time in years, looking offended when Izuku laughed and gently put his hand over his mouth.
“Brush your teeth first, barfy. Then I’ll kiss you.”
