#edgejeanist

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Best Jeanist (Hakamata Tsunagu): Genderfluid, Demi-sexual, Gay

Edgeshot (Kamihara Shinya): Nonbinary, Demi-romantic, Bisexual

Powerloader (Maijima Higari): Transgender, Gay

Ectoplasm: Gay (Has a whole thing with his gender expression that he can't be bothered to explore right now, he's content with it)

Snipe: Genderqueer, Aromantic, Pansexual

Miruko (Usagiyama Rumi): Lesbian (Polyamorous too)

Uwabami: Nonbinary, Ace-spec, Lesbian (Also Poly)

Ryukyu (Tatsuma Ryuko): Transgender, Asexual, Bisexual (Also also Poly)

Present Mic (Yamada Hizashi): Nonbinary, Bisexual

Eraserhead (Aizawa Shouta): Transgender, Asexual, Gay

Midnight (Kayama Nemuri)(who is alive and well in my own canon because i say so): Asexual, Lesbian

Thirteen (Kurose Anan): Nonbinary, Pansexual

Fatgum (Toyomitsu Taishiro): Transgender, Aroace

It’s far too late in the evening for a strategy meeting.

And yet, here they are.

Some of the country’s finest heroes are gathered around the large oak table in Edgeshot’s agency. Endeavor, Best Jeanist, Hawks, All Might, Team Lurkers, and top members of the police force are situated in the largest conference room Team Edgeshot could prepare. They’ve been planning a raid on the enemy’s headquarters for going on six hours. Everyone is tired and grumpy and tensions are high. It’s clear they all need rest.

Hawks is currently presenting the battle plan so far, walking the team through the strategy using a white board and squeaky red marker. The sound of the markers tip squelching across the smooth edge of the board has everyone ready to jump out of their skin. Endeavor seems to be the only one who can stand it (Edgeshot is pretty sure Enji and Kiego are fucking, and this lack of annoyance seems to cinch it). Shinya sighs deeply, preparing to interrupt Hawks and encourage everyone to take a breather. He stretches his arms above his head to get the blood flowing back through his body, his thick cotton shirt pulling up to expose an inch or so of defined ninja abs.

Mid-stretch, Shinya looks across the room and his eyes lock with Best Jeanist’s. He raises his eyebrows at his friend, trying to gauge if Tsunagu thinks they should take a break or press on with their preparations.

The two men have known each other for so long now, they can easily communicate with their eyes alone. Lately, their friendship has shifted into something…more. Late nights spent chatting on the phone, stolen mornings lazing in bed together when they are in the same city for a mission. They haven’t quite discussed what it means yet…if it means anything. And so, Shinya isn’t completely thrown off when Tsunagu’s eyes linger on his own before slowly scanning Shinya’s body appreciatively, lingering on the tiny bit of exposed stomach between Shinya’s shirt and belt.

Shinya starts to feel hot around the collar. Jeanist’s eyes slowly climb their way back up his body, finally meeting Shinya’s gaze. They’re piercing and ocean blue and Shinya has to take a slow gulping breath and blink a few times to ground himself. If he stares too long into his friend’s eyes, he may sink and drown and die in their endless, denim blue.

Jeanist smiles. (Shinya assumes that he’s smiling – his eyes are crinkling in the corners the way they always do when Tsunagu lets out his sweet laugh). They hold each other’s gaze and the raw energy between them feels electric, illicit. Best Jeanist tilts his head the slightest bit to the left, and Edgeshot feels his pants tighten.

If he weren’t so well trained in the ways of ninja, he might have let out a gasp of surprise at the feeling. He stops stretching, lowering his hands down to grip his thighs tightly as he feels his pants tightening of their own accord. This cheeky bastard can’t wait another five minutes for the meeting to end?

He widens his eyes ever so slightly, shooting Jeanist a look of concern as if to say Really? Right now?

He feels his dick start to grow hard at the prospect of Jeanist getting him off during the strategy meeting. They’ve never done anything like this. They are both such private people. The idea of having an intimate moment in public (let alone at work) has never crossed Shinya’s mind. But now that Jeanist is using his quirk to manipulate Shinya’s clothes (and therefore his dick), he finds himself to be incredibly turned on.

Tsunagu’s eyes crinkle at the corners again. If they weren’t in such a serious meeting right now, Shinya is sure as hell the damn denim hero would be laughing. His eyes hold a smug look that makes Shinya want to reach across the table and slap him. Or maybe kiss him? It’s really hard to say.

He glances around the table to make sure no one is noticing his little…moment…with Jeanist.

Hawks continues to chatter on animatedly as he draws more arrows and notes along the white board. One of the police officers is starting to doze to Shinya’s left. Endeavor is staring at Hawks, his attention wandering around the winged hero’s biceps as he tries to pay attention. All Might and Mount Lady are playing a secret game of Tic-tac-toe on a scrap piece of paper. The rest of the group is looking slack jawed and disengaged. Shinya’s eyes dart back to Jeanist, who has his elbows on the table, long fingers woven together thoughtfully.

Shinya feels the fabric of his underwear tighten ever so slightly before releasing back into its normal fitted shape. Best Jeanist raises his eyebrows ever so slightly. It’s a question – do you want to do this? Shinya has never been so fucking turned on in his life. He stares Jeanist down, giving a marginal nod.

Yes.

Tsunagu leans forward in his chair, concentrating. He flicks his finger and the fibers of Edgeshot’s underwear subtly untangle and wrap themselves around his rapidly hardening cock, moving smoothly into what must be the world’s most comfortable, discreet hand job. Shinya scoots his wheelie chair a few inches forward to ensure that the thick oak conference table obscures everything below the belt.

The movement starts slowly, and Shinya marvels at how skilled Tsunagu is with his quirk. The fibers wrap around the base of his cock gently, the fabric tightening and loosening in a rolling motion that causes Shinya’s pulse to quicken. Tsunagu has the fibers and threads dance tighten teasingly around Shinya’s cockhead. It feels almost like the flick of a tongue sliding across his dick’s most sensitive areas.

Over the past few months, Tsunagu has learned Shinya’s body so well. When he decides to bring Shinya to release, he does so slowly. Squeezing every bit of pleasure and exhaustion out of his friend.

When Shinya cums, he’s quiet about it. Casual, even. He chooses a point on the white board to stare at so he can master himself. But at the last minute, he glances at Tsunagu and it’s game over. Those piercing blue eyes are wide and filled with an emotion Shinya can’t quite put his finger on. In that moment, Shinya’s mind puts forth a singular word: beautiful. Tsunagu’s eyes truly are gorgeous.

Shinya cums harder than he thought he would, his cock twitching within the flexible binds of fabric threading. Jeanist taps out a steady beat against the table with the pad of his finger, controlling the fabric and using it to draw out every bit of pleasure he can.

Shinya is thankful for his years of ninja training as he clenches his jaw ever so slightly. To an outside observer, he looks completely normal and chill. But inside his mind he’s moaning and crying out his friends name as he cums in his pants. He feels the orgasm roll through him, exploding out his cock and leaving him feeling like static, glittery and satisfied.

Although he can appreciate that this is one of the hottest situations he’s ever been in, Shinya can’t help but wish he was alone in bed with Tsunagu. He wants to praise Tsunagu for the mastery he holds over his quirk. He wants to let emotions play across his face as he finishes.  He wants to feel close to his friend as he cums. Tsunagu is such a generous lover, and Shinya knows that he values praise above all else. In a position like this, all Shinya can do is make intense eye contact and hope that he can give Tsunagu the true thank you he deserves later on when they can be alone together.

Distantly, he hears Hawks ask the group if they have any questions. He ignores him, unable to keep his eyes off of Tsunagu as the last dregs of his orgasm leave him.

When he’s finished, he feels like a slutty, sticky mess. He feels a slight flush creep into his cheeks as his body comes down from its high, and a wave of sleepiness washes over him. He wishes he could just go back to his modest apartment and sleep – preferably wrapped around the tall frame of Best Jeanist.

Tsunagu holds his gaze for a final moment before turning to nod at Hawks.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan, Kiego. You were born with the genes of a true strategist.” Tsunagu says smoothly, acting as if he didn’t just get his friend off under the table using only his quirk.

Hawks nods appreciatively, glimmering under the praise of the Number 3 hero.

Shinya’s eyes dart around the room – everyone is still lethargic and doing their best to pay attention/ignore Hawks. All Might and Midnight continue to play tic-tac-toe, oblivious that Hawks has stopped talking.

Shinya’s grey eyes slide slowly back to lock with Jeanist’s. He watches as the denim hero lifts his hands up slowly, and the fibers of the ninja hero’s underwear quickly re-stitch themselves back into place. He feels thick drops of cum roll down his cock as Jeanist sets things right with his quirk. After a few moments, he releases Shinya’s clothes from his hold, turning to watch Hawks get back to droning about his “kickass strategy.”

Shinya takes in the tired faces of his comrades once more. It’s time to call it.

“I think we’re at a good stopping point.” Edgeshot calls out to the table from the security of his chair, his voice cracks a bit at the end (he hopes everyone attributes this lapse to exhaustion, not horniness). Everyone turns their head slowly to look at him, relief in their eyes that the meeting is over.

The group starts rustling papers and getting to their feet. Midnight stretches, yawning as she folds up her doodle-covered note sheets. All Might sighs gratefully and pushes his wheelie chair away from the conference table. “We have been at this for quite a while. A rest could be good. We’re making some great progress, everyone.” He smiles at the group as he moves to get to his feet.

Hawks whines a little at Shinya, eyes pleading. He’s currently high on coffee and confidence (Endeavor’s eyes on him for hours has been spurring him along). “But Edgeshottt…I’ve got three more scenarios I want to run through before we break!”

Hawks holds up his dry erase marker pointedly, ready to continue scribbling out battle plans. Endeavor turns to gauge Edgeshot’s reaction – he, too, looks exhausted.

But Hawks is being a brat, and the flame hero wants to see how everything plays out. Maybe it’s a kink of his to watch another authority figure discipline his not-so-secret boyfriend!? Edgeshot tries to clear the thought from his mind.

Best Jeanist gets to his feet and waves Hawks’ request aside. “…I agree with Edgeshot. In order to perfect this plan, we must be as sharp as a pair of pressed denim.” God does Shinya love his little fabric puns. “Rest is essential to our success.”

The rest of the conference table nods in agreement, and the group starts to gather their things and disperse. Hawks’ shoulders slump, defeated. He caps his dry erase marker and not so subtly catches Endeavor’s eye, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he grabs his backpack and heads for the door.

The police officers and All Might head out for a bite to eat and Mount Lady and Kamui Woods head off to their hotel hand in hand. In a few minutes time, the room is empty save for Edgeshot and Best Jeanist.

Slowly, elegantly, Jeanist rises from his chair and makes his way around the long table to reach Edgeshot. As usual, he’s clad in a full denim ensemble, his mouth and nose covered and masked. Shinya has always been attracted to the statuesque way Jeanist holds himself. He’s just so sophisticated.

Shinya pushes his chair away from the table and leans his head back into the supple faux leather, sighing deeply. He’s bone tired – both from the long meeting, and from his secret orgasm. He rolls his wrists a few times to get the blood flowing as Jeanist approaches him from across the room.

Tsunagu finally reaches him, his bright eyes drinking in Shinya’s exhausted frame eagerly. Shinya’s heart does a little dance at the way the denim hero is looking at him. It’s a comfort to know that they both want to spend the rest of the night together.

“Want to go back to your place, or mine?” Tsunagu reaches out a manicured hand for Shinya to take. The ninja hero glances up at his friend and smiles weakly.

“I, uh, need a minute. I’m feeling a mess.” Shinya runs his hand nervously through his mussed hair – it certainly has been a long day.

To his surprise, Tsunagu uses his foot to spread Shinya’s legs. Shinya watches in awe as he slowly moves to get down on his knees in between Shinya’s feet.

“Let me take care of that.” Best Jeanist brings his long, dexterous fingers to the belt that rests across his face, unbuckling it slowly. Once that’s done he gently unzips his jean mask, exposing the lower half of his beautiful face.

Shinya’s eyes widen and his mouth goes dry, all of his ninja training flying out the window now that they are alone. The vibe of the room shifts and suddenly every movement feels intimate. Of course Jeanist notices the tension building - his plush lips curve into a gentle smile as he pulls the mask away from his face, his sharp chin coming fully into view. Shinya reaches out a shaky hand to caress the curve of Tsunagu’s cheek, but quickly stops before his fingertips make contact.

Here’s the thing about Tsunagu…he feels most himself within the confines of his denim. So for him to offer up such an intimate moment with his face exposed… such a thing is the ultimate sign of trust and respect.

“Can I…touch your face?” Shinya asks in a whisper, the pads of his fingers hovering a breath away from Tsunagu’s delicate skin. Jeanist smiles demurely as he stares Edgeshot down with those sharp blue eyes.

“I would love nothing more.”

Shinya lets himself touch his friend. They’ve been sleeping together for a bit now, but this is the first time that the ninja hero has been invited to see his friend without his mask. Sure, he’s seen Tsunagu’s bare face in serious press conferences here and there, but this is different. This is private. Special.

As his fingers smooth their way down the curve of Tsunagu’s lovely cheek, he’s in awe. The blonde shivers at the touch, his eyes closing as he leans into Shinya’s hand and turns slowly to kiss at the tips of his friend’s fingers. The gesture is so tender; it causes Shinya’s heart to squeeze at the softness of it all. He wants all that this man will give him.

He wants to let Tsunagu unravel the thread of him and leave him a bare, beating heart full of affection and awe. And as mushy and gushy as he’d feeling…he can also feel himself getting hard as hell beneath his loose, sticky pants. He feels his face redden at the realization, heat radiating across his fit body. He wants to rip off all his clothes and have Jeanist do as he pleases with him – but at the same time he’s uncomfortably aware of the open conference room door.

“It’s…uh…not very private, is it?” Shinya says in a hoarse whisper, getting even harder as he watches Jeanist get comfortable kneeling between his legs.

“I’ll handle it.” Tsunagu presses a soft kiss to Shinya’s palm. He savors the moment, letting his tongue dart out across his friend’s hand in a way that causes Shinya to shiver. Tsunagu pulls his mouth away from the ninja’s hand, his eyes fluttering open. He glances behind his back at the door. The blinds of the conference room are already drawn due to the confidential nature of the meeting, but the heavy conference room door stands ajar. Jeanist doesn’t even turn to fully face it – he just holds up his hand, willing the fibers of his sleeve unravel. The threads fly across the room like threads of a spider’s web, closing the door soundly and turning the lock with a snap.

Shinya’s dick is now fully erect. There’s something about seeing someone use their quirk so effortlessly, so competently, that gets him horny as hell.

Scratch that – there’s something about seeing Best Jeanist use his quirk so competently that gets him horny as hell.

The Number 3 hero refocuses his attention on Shinya. “Did you find my earlier ministrations riveting?”

At this, Shinya can’t help but let out a laugh. He’s a sucker for a corny jean pun. It’s something that bonded them together in school – Tsunagu coming up with an endless stream of denim puns to use later on in his Pro career, and Shinya reacting to them. They would spend time between classes trading jokes and rating them on a scale of one to ten, ten being the silliest. To this day, Shinya can barely watch Best Jeanist’s press interviews on the TV without bursting into laughter. In order to keep up the appearance of a calm, cool and collected ninja hero, he keeps television time to a minimum in the office lest he come across a Jeanist focused telecast. But when he’s in the privacy of his own home – well that’s a different story.

“Well it was hard to ignore, considering my attraction for you is sewn into my very core.” Shinya shoots him a devilish grin, and Tsunagu’s eyes soften at the pun. He leans up to slowly bring his lips to touch Shinya’s. It’s electric and soft at the same time. They’ve never kissed – it’s all just been touching and caressing and, occasionally, using their quirks to get each other off.

But now their lips are connecting and Shinya feels as if it’s all he’s ever wanted. He wishes they could kiss like this forever – just two heroes swapping spit in a locked hero agency conference room. It feels like a goddamn romance novel or something.

After a while, Tsunagu breaks the kiss and sits back on his heels. He flicks his fingers and the fibers of Shinya’s baggy ninja pants fly away from his body so quickly he barely has time to blink. He’s sitting in his ruined underwear, vulnerable before his friend. Tsunagu looks down at the ninja hero’s sticky, damp boxer briefs and grins, almost mocking.

“You’re hard again already?” He reaches out a deft finger and traces along the curve of Edgeshot’s hard cock through his underwear. Shinya snorts out a laugh, his cock twitching beneath his friend’s gentle touch.

“Are you serious? Of course I am – look at you. You’re absolutely gorgeous. It’s a marvel I haven’t cum just from kissing you.” He tentatively reaches out to capture Jeanist’s face once more in his hand, guiding the taller man’s face to his own so their lips can crash back together. They kiss, unrestrained. Jeanist’s fingers continue to trace along Shinya’s hardness, savoring the feel.

“You make me feel like a teenager.” Shinya huffs out between kisses. “You make me feel like I’ve never been properly touched until we started doing this.”

“You say the kindest things to me.” Tsunagu whispers back, moving his mouth gently against Shinya’s. “You have this elegant way of just…” He’s at a loss for words as Shinya kisses him needily, biting the fiber hero’s bottom lip in the most seductive way. Words aren’t needed any longer, they both can feel the way their hearts pound for each other.

Finally, Jeanist breaks the kiss and works to slowly slide down the waistband of his friend’s underwear. Shinya pulls up his shirt a bit, revealing the smooth planes of his abs beneath the dim florescent office lighting. Jeanist gazes at him appreciatively.

“You know I love the graceful muscles of your stomach.” He brings up a finger to trace the dents and folds of muscle, causing goose bumps to erupt across Shinya’s pale skin.

“I know. I caught you looking during the meeting – we need to be a little more discreet.”

Jeanist shrugs half-heartedly in acknowledgement before tugging down Edgeshot’s underwear more fully. He pulls the fabric down across toned thighs and calves, letting them rest on the lush carpeted floor. He lets his gaze fall appreciatively on Shinya’s thick member, which lays fully erect against his bare stomach. It’s coated in white, sticky cum from the Ninja hero’s conference orgasm.

“I was thinking it would only be fitting for me to clean this up, considering I caused you to make such a mess.” Tsunagu’s delicate tongue darts across his lips as he stares down Shinya’s cock. Shinya feels hot and bothered and too horny for words as he watches Tsunagu lower his mouth towards his dick.

“Only if you’re sure. Only if you want to.” Shinya whispers as Best Jeanist wraps a long fingered hand around the base of his cock and lightly tugs, causing pleasure to course through him.

“Of course I want to.” Tsunagu says softly, using his hand to pump at Shinya’s hardness. He uses his friend’s creamy cum as lube, gathering it up around the base of the ninja’s dick before sliding it up and along his length. “I’ve been plotting out how I wanted to do this for the better part of that troublesome meeting.”

“Oh!” Shinya bites his lip as Tsunagu concentrates his efforts on the top of his dick, fingers toying with the sensitive spot where the shaft meets the head. “You’ve always been such a good strategist.”

Best Jeanist leans forward to run the edge of his tongue along Shinya’s tip, causing the ninja hero a sharp intake of breath. Tsunagu draws a slow circle with his tongue before withdrawing to admire his friend’s shining cock, beads of pre-cum bubble up in his wake.

“You’re just so…” He seems at a loss for words, his eyes darting from Shinya’s pretty cock to his face. Usually the ninja hero is so buttoned up and aloof, his eyes steely. But right now, he’s an open book – his expression is one of awe as he stares down at the denim-clad man between his knees. His grey eyes glow with affection, with want. It stirs something deep within Tsunagu’s heart – something bright and sparkling and golden and immeasurable.

Best Jeanist continues to pump at Shinya’s cock, quickening his pace before taking the tip into his mouth. He looks up at Shinya with those sparkling eyes as he sucks on his friend’s cockhead, eager to please and savoring the moment of contact.

Shinya lets out a low cry of pleasure; hands flying to grip the arms of his wheelie chair as he watches one of the world’s top heroes suck him off.

It’s been…a while since Shinya has gotten his dick blown. Maybe a few years? It’s hard to say – he’s been so focused on building his agency; there really hasn’t been time for dating. He forgot how good it feels to have someone suck your cock. And the way Best Jeanist does it is truly mind blowing. He feels he’ll cum any moment just from the visual of it – Tsunagu bent over his cock and worshipping the fuck out of it like they’re teenagers exploring one another’s bodies for the first time.

Tsunagu rolls his tongue beneath the head of Edgeshot’s cock and the ninja hero swears he can see stars as his head falls back against his tall conference chair.

“Fuck. Tsuna…you absolutely unravel me.” This spurs Best Jeanist to go further, slipping his dainty mouth a few inches further down Shinya’s cock. “You’re so gorgeous when you spoil me like this.”

Tsunagu takes Edgeshot’s cock down to the hilt, letting his friend’s hardness hit the back of his throat before slowly beginning to bob his head. Like everything Jeanist does – his dick sucking is downright elegant. Shinya watches as Tsunagu sucks and licks his way up and down the ninja hero’s dick, shuddering with pleasure whenever Jeanist decides to concentrate his efforts on the sensitive tip.

It’s getting to be too much, and Shinya is sure he’ll cum soon. He reaches a shaking hand towards Jeanist’s head, smoothing his fingers through the blonde’s immaculately styled hair.

“Is this alright?” He asks tentatively as he cradles the back of Tsunagu’s head.

Jeanist pulls his lips off of Shinya’s dick with a soft “pop!”

“You can pull my hair if you’d like.” He shoots a smug little smile at his colleague, and Shinya swears he could cum on the spot his friend is so goddamn hot. He obliges, grasping the hair at the base of Tsunagu’s head and giving it a soft pull. The denim hero moans loudly at the gesture.

“I never knew you were into hair pulling.” Shinya says in surprise, his dick twitching in response to the insanely hot noises coming from Jeanist’s mouth. Tsunagu’s mouth quirks into a gentle smile.

“There’s still quite a bit we don’t know about each other.” He leans forward to plant a soft kiss on Shinya’s pulsing cock. “And I’m happy to keep learning together.”

Shinya smiles back at him, giving the smooth blonde hair in his fist another soft. His smile grows wider at the resulting groan that comes from the back of Tsunagu’s throat.

“I want to make you cum right now. The very fabric of my being demands it.” Tsunagu says as he fits his mouth back around Shinya’s slick member.

Shinya chuckles at the pun, his laugh quickly becoming a strangled moan as Tsunagu begins sucking his cock in earnest. He tugs lightly at Jeanist’s hair, spurring him on. Tsunagu hits an absolutely amazing rhythm – he begins using his hand to stroke at the base of Shinya’s cock in time with his sucking. He hollows out his cheeks and runs his tongue in quick, targeted circles around Shinya’s tip, finding the perfect combination of sensations that bring his friend to the brink.

“Ah! Tsuna…I’m gonna cum.” Shinya all but whispers, overwhelmed by all of the sensations. He drops his hand from Jeanist’s hair, unsure of what to do with himself as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. He starts babbling incoherently, about to hit his high. “Ah! Tsunagu…sweetheart…I need to…I’m going to…”

He cums hard; the orgasm rolls its way through him, his pale cheeks flushed a gorgeous scarlet as his cock twitches and spills its seed down Best Jeanist’s throat. Tsunagu takes it like a pro, splaying one of his large hands across Shinya’s lower stomach as he sucks every bit of pleasure he can out of his friend. He swallows Shinya’s load gracefully, breathing deftly through his nose and never missing a beat as he gives his friend what must be the greatest orgasm of his life.

Shinya cries out softly as he finishes and watches in awe as Jeanist takes it all. When he’s finally done, Tsunagu slowly pulls his lips from Shinya’s spent cock, a small smile spreading across his face. He uses his fingertips to wipe away a stray drop of ejaculate from the corner of his mouth.  

“Tsunagu…that was…” Shinya can’t seem to catch his breath. He’s staring at his friend in amazement, having just been brought to heaven and back by the greatest head ever given in a hero agency conference room.

Tsunagu smiles at him, open and content. He reaches up with both of his hands to fix his hair, the golden strands easily falling back into place with little prompting.

There’s a pause as Tsunagu stares up at his friend adoringly, still kneeling between Shinya’s parted legs. “You called me sweetheart.” He says simply, adoringly.

“I did.” Shinya smiles too. They stare at each other blissfully – Tsunagu maskless and vulnerable, Shinya half naked with his bare ass in an office chair. There is so much they need to discuss, so many conversations that need to be had. Shinya opens his mouth to say more, to ask his friend if he can call him ‘sweetheart’ for the rest of time. To see if they are on the same page and if Jeanist shares the sparkly fizzy feelings bubbling up in his chest (or is that just a leftover effect from getting his dick sucked!? He’s truly out of his depth here).

Suddenly, the rattle of the doorknob breaks the silence. The clicking metallic noise reverberates through the empty space and the two heroes freeze. Someone’s trying to force their way into the conference room.

There’s a deep sigh from the other side of the door, and they can hear the familiar timber of Endeavor’s deep voice filter in under the door jam.

“It’s locked?” Endeavor asks, his voice tinged with disappointment.

“Dang, yeah it is.” This time it’s Hawks who’s speaking. He tries the doorknob one more time. “Crap. I really wanted to use this conference room to fuck.”

“Let’s just go back to the hotel.” Endeavor grumbles softly, and there’s a light smooching noise on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, yeah. It just would’ve been really hot to have sex at someone else’s agency.”

Endeavor barks out a short laugh. “As if we haven’t already done it in half of our colleague’s agencies this past month.”

“I know…but this one is Edgeshot’s. He’s so neat and orderly and I just know that if he found out we fucked in his perfectly arranged conference room, he’d go ballistic.” Hawks gives the doorknob a frustrated jiggle and an exasperated sigh. “The sex gods aren’t on our side tonight, Enji.” He pouts.

“You’re ridiculous.” Endeavor says, exasperated. “Let’s get going before we get trapped into small talk with All Might.”

“Ugh, fine.” Hawks sighs, his voice becoming distant as the pair walks away from the conference room. “You’re one lucky bastard, Edgeshot! Your conference room will remain unsoiled.”

Shinya breathes out a sigh of relief at the sound of their retreating footsteps reverberates down the hall.

“Heh.” Shinya looks down at Jeanist. “I knew they were sleeping together.”

Jeanist shakes his head and pulls his mask back across his face. “I’m sure they say the same thing about us. We haven’t exactly tried hard to hide our connection.” He zips the mask back into place and begins working at the belt buckle, securing it snuggly back across his nose.

“Maybe I want it to be a bit more obvious.” Shinya says boldly, reaching to pull his underwear back up his toned hero legs. “Maybe I want us to be…a couple.”

“A couple?” Jeanist’s eyebrows rise a bit, questioningly. “Yes. I do think we’ve spun together the threads of a true relationship, haven’t we?”

The words are so lovely to hear, Shinya feels as if flowers are blooming in his chest. He beams down at Jeanist, all exhaustion suddenly gone from his body.

A couple. A True Relationship. Yes. Yes. Yes!

“Yes, I think we have.” Shinya says, straining to keep his voice level and failing miserably. Tsunagu’s eyes crinkle at the edges – he’s smiling behind his denim mask.

“Well, I’m excited to continue on this journey as an officially partnered couple. I’ve been dying to get in your pants for years.” Tsunagu says, rising to his feet elegantly. The pun is too much, and Shinya bursts out laughing. He can’t stop smiling, not now that he has Tsunagu like this. His partner.

“Let’s get back to my place, then.” Shinya says, smiling wide as Tsunagu uses his quirk to re-clothe his lower half. The denim hero stretches out his hand to help Shinya out of his chair. Their hands connect, fingers interlacing. It feels like home. “I still need to take care of you.”

End.

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Author's Note

Thanks so much for reading!!! Golly, I've been working on this one for a while! This is really a special one, I just love the idea of someone taking the time to earn Best Jeanist's trust in such an intimate and sweet way. We don't know a ton about Edgeshot, but I'd like to think he's a smart, competent and genuinely sweet dude who would be a great match for Jeanist.

Thanks again for reading, and see you next time!

Take care of yourselves ❤️

XOXO,