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i would like to talk about my various erasermic proposal ideas (1/??)
1. mic exploring his “i wanna be with shouta forever” feelings thru private songwriting, literally filling notebooks with soft doodles and copious amounts of shitty lovey dovery sappy cheesy straight up BAD verses and phrases
shouta of course discovers these musings & is a little, well, surprised! awestruck? choked up? he didn’t realize hizashi was ready to take that step
reading hizashi’s notebook, while intrusive & making him feel a bit icky, it also fills him with a deep pleasant reciprocal warmth reflective of hizashi’s writing that is so clearly about THEM
OF COURSE shouta is gonna propose now! he couldn’t imagine a life without hizashi and marriage is only logical, they already live together, their lives have already been intertwined for ages, he loves hizashi so much. it feels right
hell, it feels so right that shouta doean’t even think. he finds hizashi immediately, reaches for his hands, stares into thise impossibly wide brilliantly green eyes and blurts “husbands” before his brain kicks back into gear and shit
“fuck that wasn’t romantic at all” shouta says, flat as always and hizashi bursts into laughter so bright and loud and tears fill his eyes as he gasps for breath.
once he’s calm, hizashi examines shouta’a nervous demeanor, his flushed cheeks, and well. it clicks. “did you read my notebook?” he asks and the guilt that flashes across shouta’a face is as clear as the love between them is strong
“i did.”
hizashi reaches for shouta hands, laces their fingers together. he pulls him close and says “i think it’s pretty obvious what i want, shou.”
shouta squeezes hizashi’s hands.
“husbands?”
“husbands.”
hizashi reaches for shouta hands, laces their fingers together. he pulls him close and says “i think it’s pretty obvious what i want, shou.”
shouta squeezes hizashi’s hands.
“husbands?”
“husbands.”
2. it’s a rare night off for them both, no patrols, radio, or grading to be done. it's date night. they’re going to zashi’s favorite little bar in the city. it’s a cozy & quirky place. a weird decor and super friendly people type place that serves American/Japanese fusion food
b4 they leave shouta slips a small box in his jacket pocket. he’s been carrying the ring around for a few weeks now, waiting to bring it out when the moment just feels right. they’ve talked about it in passing but hizashi has no idea shou went out w/ nemuri & tensei to buy a ring
shouta has been saving a little bit back for who knows how long, well before they started talking about marriage, that’s for sure. but anyway, the ring he buys is NOT cheap.
nemuri and tensei were honestly shocked at how much shouta dropped on the simple gold band with three small sparkling diamonds, they thought he’d go for something much cheaper and god forbid, practical. but nope!
he knows hizashi will love it, but the problem is: he doesn’t have a plan. they don’t get much free time & well, he doesn’t want to throw their normal out the window for some fancy and over the top proposal like the ones that go viral online.
shouta chooses to wait, he knows the right moment will come and he can be patient. it's one of his many skills
at the bar they drink til they’re just past tipsy, share a greasy meal, chat, laugh. it’s comfortable, familiar. they huddle close to each other in a corner of the restaurant & it’s warm enough to warrant shedding his jacket, he sheds it w/o a thought & hangs it over his chair
when they call it a night, they get a cab home. shouta feels sleepy and dozes a bit as hizashi tells him all his thoughts on some local band’s new album. it’s nice to just listen to hizashi’s voice while the city lights blur as they pass.
they get home, safe and sound, walk up to their apartment and as hizashi is turning the key, shouta places his hands in his empty pockets and begins to hum. stops. his empty pockets? EMPTY POCKETS??? UM. CODE FUCKING RED: THE RING IS GONE.
internally shouta is screaming, utterly hysterical. externally, however, he simply grunts and all but bolts back downstairs.
this has hizashi relocking the door in a hurry and rushing after him in surprise. he calls out to shouta, seeking an explanation. instead, he receives silence and anxious body language as shouta picks up his speed as they spill out onto the sidewalk.
shouta frantically turns his head this way and that, searching for the damn cab they took home. it’s gotta be near still, he figures.
bingo, it’s down the block and shouta takes off, hizashi trailing behind in complete confusion. they’re both still a bit tipsy but the adrenaline is taking over and sobering them up as they run down the block.
shouta very dramatically smacks his hand against the passenger side window of the parked cab, scaring the shit out of the poor driver who scrambles to roll down the window upon seeing his previous passenger's face.
“..yes?”
“i lost.. something”
“..yes?”
“i lost.. something”
the driver nods and allows shouta to search the backseat to no avail. “fuck.” shouta thanks the driver and apologizes sheepishly. he’s suddenly very exhausted and increasingly upset. he snaps to attention when he feels hizashi tug on his jacket sleeve.
hizashi looks concerned & is flushed from the sudden sprint and search.
“shou, what in the world are we looking for?”
“shou, what in the world are we looking for?”
shouta feels a knot form in his throat as he looks at zashi’s expression, gentle, caring, concerned, confused. shouta deflects. he can’t explain it right now so he asks, “can we go back to the bar?”
hizashi looks at him for a moment longer before linking their arms together
“sure”
and off they go
“sure”
and off they go
by the time they return to the bar, it’s closed. shouta’s disappointed but not at all surprised. they had already been here late and then went all the way home and back, it figures that the bar would close.
shouta leans against the glass window closest to where they had been sitting and peers into the bar. it’s dark outside and in but he can just make out the shape of a small box sitting beneath one of the chairs.
he lets out a relieved sigh. hizashi peers through the window as well
“did you find it?”
“did you find it?”
shouta nods his head against the glass. thank god. he’s tired and wants to go home now. nothing like a big ole fuck up to drain all your energy on your day off. he leans against hizashi’s shoulder, hizashi shifts and pulls him closer into a hug.
“so...”
“so...”
shouta laughs. it’s a little hysterical but largely amused, at life, the situation, himself, hizashi, love.
“zashi...”
“i’m dying of curiosity here, shou”
“zashi...”
“i’m dying of curiosity here, shou”
shou looks into those pretty green eyes that he loves so much and suddenly he knows. he smiles and holds hizashi’s hands in his own.
“i... i lost the ring.”
hizashi tilts his head a bit and squints.
“i... i lost the ring.”
hizashi tilts his head a bit and squints.
“ring? you don’t wear...” he trails off and his eyes widen almost comically and hizashi begins to shake their intertwined hands back and forth between them in excitement.
“YES! oh my god, YES!”
“YES! oh my god, YES!”
really, shouta never needed a ring at all but hizashi ends up loving it just like shouta knew he would.
3. hizashi asking shouta to pretty please marry him while on high as fuck on painkillers in the hospital at 4am. shouta glares at him for a solid five minutes before bursting into silent tears and crawling into the hospital bed with him.
when they wake up in the morning, stiff and aching, shouta doesn’t say a word about it. it’s hours later when they’re finally, finally, home that hizashi says, “i meant it, shou.” and the rest in history
4. shouta asking multiple times while drunk and not remembering, it comes up during a sober fight, slipping bitterly out of hizashi’s mouth and he wishes he could take it back. he doesn’t want to talk about this. not now.
he cringes, opens his mouth to say smth, anything, to leave it for later when shouta chokes out, over a slight sob, “wait, does that mean you don’t want to?”
just like that, the fight’s forgotten, they’re gonna have this talk after all & it’s gonna be better than okay in the end
just like that, the fight’s forgotten, they’re gonna have this talk after all & it’s gonna be better than okay in the end
5. they’re at the grocery store, hizashi keeps throwing random shit that they don’t need into the cart much to shouta’s displeasure.
bagels, a pon de ring mold, canned pineapple rings, potoko, a decorate key ring, rubber bands, frozen onion rings.
“okay, you don’t even like onion rings. why.” hizashi bat his eyelashes at shouta oh so innocently. “oh, i was just thinking we needed some rings in our life. you’re right, maybe not this kind.”
now shouta jaw doesn’t drop perse but he is rendered a bit speechless before he barks out a laugh and pull his lame boyfriend, well maybe fiancé now, in for a chaste kiss in the middle of the frozen foods aisle.
6. shouta absolutely loves listening to hizashi make music. it’s just his hobby & btwn 3 jobs, hizashi really doesn’t have much time to explore it. but on the occasions that he does, shouta loves to sit and watch and listen to him play the acoustic, the piano, or just simply sing
despite the stacks of papers still needing to be graded, shouta perks up, all too obvious, when hizashi enters the living room with his guitar in hand.
hizashi sits down opposite shouta and flashes him a soft smile. it’s heart-meltingly fond but a bit nervous and shouta curiously leans in a bit further to listen carefully. the chords hizashi plays are light and sweet and then he begins to sing.
the song isn’t familiar to shouta at all; he wonders if hizashi wrote it himself, he assumes so since hizashi seemed a tad nervous to play. he doesn’t understand all the english hizashi uses with ease but the japanese leaves him with his heart in his throat, choked up.
the lyrics are romantic and raw with emotional honesty. the song ends and his heart skips a beat as hizashi carefully lays the guitar down and pulls a small box out of his back pocket.
7. hizashi flips over in bed and reaches out to check the caller id on his currently ringing phone, it’s getting late and he wonders who’d be calling. his heart drops seeing shouta’s name, shouta never calls unless it’s dire.
he sits upright in bed and answers with concerned urgency lacing his voice, “shou?”
“zashi, i need you to come over.”
“babe, what’s wrong?”
“head hurts”
“zashi, i need you to come over.”
“babe, what’s wrong?”
“head hurts”
hizashi sighs, knowing that ‘head hurts’ in shouta speak is ‘i have an excruciating migraine and i need some kind of help.’ hizashi lets himself into shouta’s dark apartment a twenty-minute train ride later.
he closes the door with a soft click and shouta’s voice calls out from the bedroom, softly, “zashi?” hizashi echos a quiet confirmation back and goes about the apartment collecting medicine, water, and a snack before slipping into shouta’s bedroom.
shouta is lying on his bad with his pillow pressed firmly against his face. “shou, here.” hizashi gently nudges the water and pills into shouta’s hands, places the snack nearby. it takes a minute but shouta takes what he’s been given.
hizashi leaves the bedroom for a moment to rummage in the bathroom cabinets. he finds what he’d been looking for and returns to rub the peppermint oil over shouta’s throbbing temples. it’s intimate, he’s only done this twice before but there’s no hesitation this time.
shouta leans into his touch, eyes closed, very catlike. hizashi kisses shouta’s forehead when he’s done and they lay down. hizashi pulls shouta close and is just about to drift off when shouta whispers into his chest, “stay.”
it confuses him, he runs his fingers through shouta’s hair for a moment.
“i am.”
it’s quiet, hizashi thinks shouta’s gone to sleep but then, “no, i mean...for, you know, always.” hizashi smiles in the dark and hums.
“i will.” and he does.
“i am.”
it’s quiet, hizashi thinks shouta’s gone to sleep but then, “no, i mean...for, you know, always.” hizashi smiles in the dark and hums.
“i will.” and he does.
8. hizashi gets a tag engraved with the letters ‘WYMM?’ and puts it on her collar when shouta isn’t home. their schedules diverge, meaning shouta discovers the new tag later while lying alone on the couch and petting their cat.
he knows hizashi must’ve put it on her, she’s certainly not buying her own shit. he idly puzzles over the odd combination of english letters for about an hour before he just pulls out his phone to search them.
the results load: ‘will you marry me?’
he drops his phone straight onto his face scaring the apparent messenger away. his face feels a bit sore from smiling, he feels like a teenager again as he texts hizashi a single word & waits for his now fiancé to come home & celebrate
he drops his phone straight onto his face scaring the apparent messenger away. his face feels a bit sore from smiling, he feels like a teenager again as he texts hizashi a single word & waits for his now fiancé to come home & celebrate
9. ok this is trans aizawa specific but shouta waffling and whining over self-injecting his T shot because hizashi usually does it for him but he’s out of town at the moment so shota’s gotta do it himself but he just CAN’T.
he decides to call hizashi, to hear his voice, calm himself down, distract from it. hizashi answers on the 1st ring and shouta feels better instantly.
his heart is suddenly bursting with love for this person, this person who’s so willing to help him whenever, wherever, even when shouta pushes him away, so kind and beautiful and so passionate, so loud, so flawed, so perfect.
shouta pokes himself and asks hizashi right then and there and aches for his brand new fiancé to come home
10. they’re cuddling on the couch in hizashi’s apartment and a random american movie is playing on the tv. it’s late, they’re whispering, talking to each other about nothing and everything, just sharing space and words in the dim room.
a wedding scene in the film catches shouta’s sleepy attention. one of the characters is giving a speech, he doesn’t understand it, he hasn’t been paying attention but it brings to mind…
“i want tensei to do the speech” shouta blurts. it sounds deafening in the quiet space they’ve made.
hizashi props his head up, “huh?”
hizashi props his head up, “huh?”
shouta lowers his voice again.
“at…zashi, let’s get married.”
hizashi blinks. smiles as bright as the sun, and whispers, “i’d like that, shou.” shouta thinks this kiss feels like the new beginning of the rest of his life.
“at…zashi, let’s get married.”
hizashi blinks. smiles as bright as the sun, and whispers, “i’d like that, shou.” shouta thinks this kiss feels like the new beginning of the rest of his life.
