Hitoshi can’t believe he got this lucky in life. Not only did he get into the hero course and graduated with an agency already lined up, but he also got adopted by his two childhood heroes. And to top it all off, he also bagged the hottest guy imaginable.

He subtly pinches himself, checking not for the first time if it’s all real, but he’s still sitting with his friends at the same table as before, his boyfriend across from him and their legs intertwined under the table.

Katsuki is not one for overly public displays of affection and even this is pretty daring, but Hitoshi got kind of good at weathering his glares, so he had only smiled at Katsuki and left his legs right where they were.

And Katsuki hadn’t moved his either, so that’s a massive win in Hitoshi’s books.

A win that makes butterflies erupt in his stomach as if he’s a stupid teenager with his first crush and not a grown-ass man in an almost two year long relationship.

“What are you smiling at, troll doll?” Katsuki asks when he notices Hitoshi staring and Hitoshi’s smile only grows bigger.

“You, usually,” he casually gives back and enjoys how Katsuki’s eyes go big and his mouth goes a little bit slack before everything pinches in anger and Katsuki kicks his leg.

“Cut it out, creeper,” he grumbles, but he still doesn’t take his legs away and he doesn’t even threaten to explode Hitoshi and so he knows it for the token protest it really is.

Hitoshi is not ashamed to admit that he loses himself a little bit in gazing at Katsuki; he’s happy to be here, with his friends and his boyfriend and if he stares a bit—or a lot—then that’s nothing he has to be ashamed of, Hitoshi thinks and so he doesn’t even try to redirect his attention back to the group of friends around him.

They are not going to be mad that he spaced out for a bit, he’s doing that often enough for them to know this about him, so he’s not worried in the slightest.

And besides—Katsuki had been gone on a week-long mission in another country, so Hitoshi is completely justified in staring at him now.

He has missed him, after all.

Hitoshi loses himself in his admiration for Katsuki so much that he lets out the most embarrassing, love-sick little sigh imaginable to men and apparently, that’s enough to get everyone’s attention.

“Do you have something to add?” Sero asks him and Hitoshi blinks.

“Come on, you can tell us,” Mina excitedly chimes in, leaning halfway over the table.

“Uhm,” he gets out, because he has no goddamn clue what they were even talking about in the first place.

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