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When Yoichi was younger, he was good at dancing. Great, even. His parents had put him in ballet, and he was top of his class while his older brother was stuck at the bottom.
Sadly, he had fallen chronically ill a few years into adolescence and wasn’t able to continue.
He loved to dance, still does. It hurts to think about how it was all taken away from him.
But now, he trips over his feet, unable to keep himself from shaking under his own weight. He hadn't hoped for much, but he wasn't expecting to be this bad at it. At least Nii seems to be having fun, judging by his snickers when Yoichi crashed into him.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouts. “Don’t you know it’s rude to laugh at your boy- boyfriend?”
Boyfriend.
It’s a good word, one that he never expected to use referring to himself. He still stumbles over it, both because the word is unfamiliar on his tongue and sheer joy over bearing the title. When quirks first appeared and the world descended into chaos, he had given up on ever entering a romantic relationship. His brother was extremely possessive and controlling, and, well, locked him in an empty room. There would never be a chance.
Then he met Nii, and the factor of his brother was gone. They were nearly always in some battle or the other though, and when they weren’t they were dealing with treating the injured. It never crossed his mind that he could ever find love with the lack of time.
Turns out that time really isn’t needed. So long as they are together, he’s happy.
He definitely enjoys the time alone they get, though.
“I’m always rude, dumbass.”
Yoichi snorts, rolling his eyes as he stands back up properly.
He laces his fingers with Nii’s once more and they twirl slowly around the room. For all his high and mighty talk of how shitty Yoichi’s dancing is, he really isn’t much better. He’s not stumbling, which is good because Yoichi definitely can’t handle his weight, but he’s way too stiff for it to really be called dancing. Unless it’s the robot, he could totally do that.
Still, Yoichi loves every moment.
He gets to stare into Nii’s pretty ruby red eyes. He gets to feel Nii’s chest rise and fall when held close. He gets to feel every bump and dip on Nii’s hands.
Nii would laugh at him if he dared to admit it, but he loves every part of him, including the rough parts.
Unfortunately, it isn’t long before Yoichi’s lack of stamina catches up to him. He yawns, pausing as he brings up his hand to cover his mouth.
“You tired?” Nii murmurs, barely heard above the soft melody playing from the CD player.
“Mm, I can keep going.”
Nii glares at him as he lightly knocks their heads together. “Don’t lie to me. You’re not even good at it, it’s a waste of breath.”
“But-”
Yoichi doesn’t have the time to finish his sentence before Nii picks him up with ease. He would be embarrassed at the sound he let out if he wasn’t focused on the fact Nii quite literally swept him off his feet. Yoichi glares, though he knows it doesn’t do much. According to Nii he just looks like ‘a harmless kitten’.
“You gotta take care of yourself more,” he grumbles as he sets Yoichi onto the king-sized bed. “Seriously. You gotta tell me when you’re tired and shit.”
“Sorry.”
Nii doesn’t even acknowledge the apology, just glares. How does he find the energy to be so angry all the time? Or fake-angry? Just being upset for more than five minutes tires Yoichi out, but somehow the man always manages to have a scowl on his face.
He jolts when Nii shoves his ice-cold hands -how are they that cold when his quirk is so warm?- up his shirt. “I can take my shirt off myself, you know.”
“I try to do one nice thing for you and you complain. Jerk.”
“Your hands are cold! Like, really cold! What do you expect me to do?” He throws his hands up in mock-exasperation. It takes half a second before Yoichi begins to brace himself upon realizing his mistake.
“Cold, huh?” Nii’s eyes narrow dangerously. Oh no. “Ohoho, I’ll show you cold!”
Yoichi shrieks when he shoves him down onto the mattress and places his stupid cold hands on the sides of his abdomen
“Nooo-o-o-oo, stoooop!” he laughs and covers his mouth when Nii begins to aggressively tickle him.
“Niii!” He playfully slaps at the man’s chest. “The- the people next door can probably hear us!”
Nii pouts and draws his hands away with a groan, sitting up on his knees. “Ugh, I hate it when you’re bein’ smart. No fun.”
“But isn’t that why you love me? I mean, you literally said it yourself, back at-” Nii quickly slaps a hand over his mouth.
“Shush, shush, you- ew, did you just lick my hand? Nasty.” Yoichi smirks, crossing his hands above his chest.
Nii grabs him by the shoulders and hauls him up to a sitting position to press a kiss to his lips. Yoichi hums, sliding his arms around his neck.
Yoichi will never get tired of kissing him. It reminds him that he’s really here and happy and in love, not just hallucinating in that dark cell his brother shoved him into. It’s a little stupid, in his opinion, still doubting if he’s really here. It’s been a good two years, so it frustrates him that he can’t just let go.
Unfortunately, Nii has to pull back eventually, and just has to laugh at him too when he chases his lips.
“Well, take your damn shirt off since you can ‘do it yourself’ like the big boy you are,” he mocks in a whiny tone, easily dodging when Yoichi sends a punch his way.
“You’re annoying, has anyone ever told you that?”
“Most people don’t have the balls to.”
“Guess it’s a good thing you got me to put you in your place, then!” He laughs when Nii shoots a glare his way, clearly struggling to not smile.
“Cheeky bastard,” he mutters while tugging his shirt over his head.
Yoichi hums knowingly, pulling his own shirt off and falling backwards onto the bed. Nii collapses next to him, the mattress jumping under his weight.
“C’mere,” Nii murmurs into his neck as he drags him on top of him by the waist.
Yoichi rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t feel like I have much of a choice regardless.”
He earns a grumble in response and giggles, leaning over Nii to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.
He smiles in the dark, happy to be in the arms of his hero.
“Goodnight, Nii.”
“Night, ‘Ichi.”
He hopes he can stay in his arms forever.