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trigger warnings: hitoshi uses his quirk w/o consent but just for a minor thing nothin bad, large amounts of fluff

“Touch has a memory.”
—John Keats

He had lost.

The match was over.

Midoriya Izuku had beat him.

Despite the encouragement from his peers and the pro-heroes watching from above, Hitoshi couldn't help the squeeze of disappointment in his throat and chest and heart as he exited the arenas' battlegrounds.

Through the dual-set doors, Hitoshi grit his jagged teeth and focused his sullen stare on the ground, ignoring any and all comments aimed at him. One heavy foot fell after another in his walk of shame, the battle he had just fought on replay in his mind. He slumped down on a bench and hunched over, grabbing fistfuls of his wild purple hair in a frustrated grip.

He had wanted to prove everyone wrong.

Though his ambitions to become a hero would never, ever die, Hitoshi yearned for someone—anyone—to believe in him that he could do great things, and mean it. Time after time people would give their unwanted and unnecessary opinion on his brainwashing quirk, telling him how...villainous it was. No one dared to approach him with the knowledge of the rumors spread about how "Shinsou will mind trick you into being his friend," or how he'd "make you do things you don't want to."

Was no one able to see how hurtful and untrue these comments were?

Hitoshi longed for acceptance, for gentleness. He ached for it. But with all the lies and the hatred and the fear, Hitoshi was convinced he would always fell like this.

Empty. Unsatisfied. Alone—

“...llo? Can you hear me?”

Hitoshi started at the sound of a soft voice speaking to him, his head jerking up to focus his gaze on a face in front of his. His mouth went a bit dry at the kind smile sent his way almost immediately, and he had to remember to breathe for a moment.

“S–Sorry to interrupt, I just have to—oh. Oh! Shinsou?” The male gasped, almost... excited? Hitoshi squinted his purple eyes in confusion. The (familiar) stranger blinked at his silence and began to sputter, (skin tone) cheeks heating in embarrassment. “A–Ah, maybe not then. Sorry, I just—I thought you were someone else. Sorry,” He nervously averted his gaze to the floor, looking very red in the face.

“...(Name). (Last Name) (Name),” Hitoshi spoke monotonously after a moment of realization, and the boy in front of him lifted his gaze in slight disbelief. He wore scrubs similar to a medic's and sported a dorky little name tag that read Hello! My name is Nurse (Name) in messy scribbles.

“I—wow. I–I'm surprised you remembered me,” (Name) laughed softly, a little pleased, and Hitoshi's heart went from da-dump, da-dump, to da-dump-da-dump-da-dump within a matter of seconds, but he only grunted. “We were just kids back then,” (Name) murmured, a bit quieter, and there was a short but heavy and thick silence that settled over the two, a distant memory setting off in their minds.

“A–Anyway!” (Name) chirped nervously, (eye color) eyes shining sweetly. “You've grown up so much! You're so much taller, and your face is really nice—n–nice. Looking. Uh.” Hitoshi's cheeks burned just a bit and he nearly choked, (Name)'s face reddening as he slowly facepalmed and refused to meet Hitoshi's gaze. “I've gone and made this awkward, haven't I? I–I'm just gonna do what I came here. To do. Ahh jeez,” (Name) sighed, and oh gosh, was Hitoshi extremely warm all of a sudden, and all he could utter was an intelligent "uh."

After clearing his throat, (Name) took a deep breath and calmed himself, finally meeting Hitoshi's gaze—albeit a little very abashed. “May I...?” He gestured a hand to Hitoshi's outfit, and taking it as a signal to remove his windbreaker, he began to pull the zipper down. “WAIT!” (Name) suddenly screeched, and Hitoshi jolted. “I didn't mean that!”

“W–Well you weren't very specific!” Hitoshi grit out, the stuttering very out of character for him, causing him to become even more embarrassed. The amount of mortification he felt from the situation starting to weigh on him, and oh man did he just want to just have the ground kind of come up and swallow him right now.

“S–Sorry, I know. Rookie training to become a pro-hero medic,” (Name) exhaled heavily, rubbing his cheeks to rid of the blush. “I just meant, um, to turn so I could check your back, please. I saw you get thrown pretty hard.”

Hitoshi immediately quieted, his eyes lidding. He turned silently on the bench he was seated at to allow (Name) to begin his examination, expression now monotone, yet very easy to read and see that he was visibly upset. (Name)'s expression fell a bit as well, eyebrows scrunching in concern, though he chose not to speak this time and moved his hands to Hitoshi's back. (Name) closed his eyes gently and puffed out a slow sigh, hands emitting a soft glow as he began to slowly run them down the other's spine, checking for injuries.

Hitoshi went rugged almost immediately at the feeling of (Name)'s fingers over his jacket.

Never before had he felt the gentle and protecting embrace of a mother around him, or a sturdy and loving grip of a father's hands on his shoulders. He had never experienced a comforting hug from a friend, or even a gentle pat on the back. It had always been a punch, a kick, a shove; anything remotely hostile, Hitoshi was familiar with.

But the gentle, slow line (Name) traced down his back was sending chills all across his body. He began wishing he just ignored (Name)'s yelling and took his windbreaker off completely to be able to feel his soft touch more vividly. Nothing sexual to get him hot and bothered and squirmy beneath the other's fingers—though he flushed at the thought—just an overall calming feeling that had him pushing into the caress just a bit more.

The boy was so at ease, he had nearly began to doze off, almost forgetting completely about his worries and frustrations.

“Good news is, nothing's broken.” (Name) broke the silence with a focused murmur, completely focused now that he was working. “Just a few bruises, nothing I can't heal. Did you hit your head at all?”

Hitoshi had no idea what prompted him to say yes, but—alright, wait, that was a lie. He was being a little liar. He just wanted to feel more of that... gentleness.

(Name) hummed, face still scrunched up all serious-like, and he was suddenly very much in Hitoshi's personal bubble. Not seeming to notice the purple-themed male's posture stiffen, (Name) brought his fingers to Hitoshi's hairline, starting with delicate, slow circles combing through his birds nest. His fingernails gently pet Hitoshi's scalp, and the latter once again leaned into the touch, shuddering in pleasure.

Man, if only humans could purr.

Hitoshi fought with himself for just a moment, one part of his mind screaming at him that this was too strange, too new; the other daring him to just let go. For a moment, he allowed his tired eyes to flutter close, accidentally releasing a small sigh that sounded just.. relieved.

“You act like you've never had a head rub,” (Name) pointed out oh-so-smartly, his tone amused, and Hitoshi stilled, his eyes flying wide open before starting to recoil. “N–No, wait, I didn't mean it was bad! I don't mind. Just thought it was cute...” He mumbled quietly, and Hitoshi bit the inside of his cheek to calm himself.

“...I haven't,” Hitoshi spoke up after a while of (Name) petting his head, taking breaks to rest his arms though continuing the pleasant assault on his head, though stopped his movements once he heard the stoic boy's comment.

Hitoshi did not know why, in that moment, he was oddly terrified to meet (Name)'s gaze. His large hands curled into fists on his lap and he frowned, grinding his already imperfect teeth together in frustrated confusion, starting to debate if he should just brainwash (Name) into leaving him alone so this could all be over with.

“Hey,” (Name) said, softly, squatting down just a bit to calmly look Hitoshi in the eyes. “U–Um, I know you didn't get hit in the face or anything, but uh. Do you mind if—do you mind if I...?” He trailed off once again, fingers suddenly inches away from Hitoshi's jawline, and said boy inhaled sharply.

Say no. Say no.

“...Okay.”

(Name) smiled patiently and nodded, reaching a bit more, but stopping and suddenly pinching his eyebrows together. “If... by any chance you start feeling uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I will, okay?” Hitoshi swallowed the large, suffocating lump in his throat and only quietly nodded, quivering just a little bit at how intensely (Name) was studying him. The medic-in-training finally, finally allowed his calloused fingertips to gently caress Hitoshi's jaw, sliding down the sharp angle until his palms slightly cupped his face. (Name) gently took his thumbs and slid them across the heavy bags under Hitoshi's eyes, treading oh-so-very carefully, and Hitoshi was nearly trembling.

He didn't remember when he squeezed his eyes shut.

“...For what it's worth,” (Name) suddenly murmured, only using one hand to now rest on the other's cheek once more. “I think you showed a lot of skill in today's battle. You're going to make an amazing hero one day.”

Hitoshi's heart just about stopped and his pupils shrunk, unable to tear his gaze away from (Name)'s. His breath was slightly stuttering and he was so overwhelmed with too many emotions and filled with so many questions, the main one being how, just how did this angel comeback into his life?

“(LAST NAME)! We need your help over here!” A loud shout caused (Name) to jump away from Hitoshi and Hitoshi to yank himself away from (Name), both of their heads jerking in the direction of the emergency; and their hearts pounded so, so very fast.

(Name) seemed to realize something and he gasped, turning to Hitoshi with wide (color) eyes. “Ah, shit! I forgot to heal you! Um, uh,” He seemed to panic, starting to slightly bounce back and forth on his feet nervously. He then seemed to get an idea and bent over Hitoshi, gently but firmly cupping his face and pressing his lips to his forehead quickly, a bright white light shimmering before twinkling dimly and disappearing where his kiss was planted.

Hitoshi was sure he'd die from not being able to breathe.

“There! You'll feel better in no time,” (Name) grinned, cheeks rosy but expression proud—almost cocky?—and he brought one hand to rub at his arm, now looking very abashed all of a sudden, his smile becoming a little nervous. “I–I'll... see you around?” He asked, his tone hopeful. When Hitoshi only could sit, silent, the two looked right through each other, seeing how grown up they both had become. (Name) seemed discouraged when he had no answer, though he offered a wobbly smile. “A–Ah, that's okay too—”

“Come here,” Hitoshi uttered, cringing internally when (Name)'s eyes became white and zombie-like, listening to his command without hesitation, knowing that this would be his only chance to get his point across. (Name) was now in front of him, bent over once again and back in Hitoshi's face, blinking once to snap out of his momentary trance.

“O–Oh,” (Name) breathed in, face extremely red. Hitoshi's eyes lidded, gently this time, and he took a shaky inhale before raising an unsteady hand to cup (Name)'s own face.

“...Give me a proper kiss like you promised you would,” Hitoshi murmured, his voice low, and (Name) shivered with an airy laugh.

“H–Hitoshi, we were just kids then.”

“Do you not want to?” Said boy grunted.

“Well I..I didn't say that...” (Name) murmured, voice quieter.

“Then,” Hitoshi leaned in closer until their foreheads bumped. “Do it.”

(Name)'s breath hitched, and he stretched forward, lips brushing Hitoshi's by mere centimeters, their anticipating, quick breaths mingling and nerves skyrocketing.

And just as Hitoshi allowed his eyes to close—

“(Name)! HURRY YOUR ASS UP!”

(Name) released an impatient sigh and pulled away from Hitoshi's touch, causing his dull eyes to open, the medic's facial expression apologetic. “I want to. Believe me, God, I want to,” He sighed, breath stuttering. “But... I–If I start, I, uh, wouldn't be able to stop, eheh.”

Hitoshi blinked.

(Name) chewed his lower lip and made a frustrated noise, quickly leaning back down to sloppily kiss the other, pulling away almost as swiftly as he started jogging down the hall. “To be continued, Shinsou Hitoshi!” He called over his shoulder, smile wide—and, yep, cocky again—before disappearing around the corner.

Hitoshi sat and stared, pupils dilated and heart pounding from just a small, simple little kiss. He sighed and threw his body down on the bench, staring at the ceiling, the familiar feeling of cold loneliness creeping up on him too soon.

Though, when he raised a hand to his face and brushed his chapped lips slightly, he couldn't help the jump in his chest.

“...Hmn. To be continued, (Last Name) (Name).”

bonus:

Two young boys, roughly around the age of ten, sat underneath their favorite cherry blossom. They faced each other, criss-cross-applesauce, one expressions confused while the other excited.

“You want to what?” Young, stoic Hitoshi asked, eyebrows just a bit furrowed.

“I want to be the one to kiss you first!” (Name) repeated with a wide grin, front teeth missing, fists clenched by his chest.

“Why would you want to do that? You're supposed to be kissing girls, stupid.”

“H–Hey! Is it so bad I want to kiss both?!”

“...No, I just don't see why you wanna kiss me.”

(Name) rolled his eyes, attention now on a falling pink flower petal, a soft smile taking over his innocent features. “I want to kiss you because my daddy told me first kisses are special. But kissing your parents doesn't count!”

“Okay,” Hitoshi blinked slowly. “But why me?”

“W–Well, if they're special, then that means you have to really like the person,” (Name) flushed, shyly playing with a blade of grass. “And I like you lots, so why not you?”

Hitoshi blinked once again before leaning in close to (Name)'s face, the boy squawking before slapping a tiny (skin tone) hand on Hitoshi's cheek, smushing his face a bit. “Not now, dumby!”

“Why'mot,” Hitoshi monotonously managed to say, mouth squished slightly by (Name)'s palm. Said boy sighed and pulled his hand away, wiping a bit of drool off on his shirt and cringing.

“Because, I want it to be when we're older, so we can marry after and go buy a puppy and a house and have two kids.”

“...A puppy and a cat.”

“Deal.”

Description
trigger warnings: hitoshi uses his quirk w/o consent but just for a minor thing nothin bad, large amounts of fluff

“Touch has a memory.”
—John Keats

He had lost.

The match was over.

Midoriya Izuku had beat him.

Despite the encouragement from his peers and the pro-heroes watching from above, Hitoshi couldn't help the squeeze of disappointment in his throat and chest and heart as he exited the arenas' battlegrounds.

Through the dual-set doors, Hitoshi grit his jagged teeth and focused his sullen stare on the ground, ignoring any and all comments aimed at him. One heavy foot fell after another in his walk of shame, the battle he had just fought on replay in his mind. He slumped down on a bench and hunched over, grabbing fistfuls of his wild purple hair in a frustrated grip.

He had wanted to prove everyone wrong.

Though his ambitions to become a hero would never, ever die, Hitoshi yearned for someone—anyone—to believe in him that he could do great things, and mean it. Time after time people would give their unwanted and unnecessary opinion on his brainwashing quirk, telling him how...villainous it was. No one dared to approach him with the knowledge of the rumors spread about how "Shinsou will mind trick you into being his friend," or how he'd "make you do things you don't want to."

Was no one able to see how hurtful and untrue these comments were?

Hitoshi longed for acceptance, for gentleness. He ached for it. But with all the lies and the hatred and the fear, Hitoshi was convinced he would always fell like this.

Empty. Unsatisfied. Alone—

“...llo? Can you hear me?”

Hitoshi started at the sound of a soft voice speaking to him, his head jerking up to focus his gaze on a face in front of his. His mouth went a bit dry at the kind smile sent his way almost immediately, and he had to remember to breathe for a moment.

“S–Sorry to interrupt, I just have to—oh. Oh! Shinsou?” The male gasped, almost... excited? Hitoshi squinted his purple eyes in confusion. The (familiar) stranger blinked at his silence and began to sputter, (skin tone) cheeks heating in embarrassment. “A–Ah, maybe not then. Sorry, I just—I thought you were someone else. Sorry,” He nervously averted his gaze to the floor, looking very red in the face.

“...(Name). (Last Name) (Name),” Hitoshi spoke monotonously after a moment of realization, and the boy in front of him lifted his gaze in slight disbelief. He wore scrubs similar to a medic's and sported a dorky little name tag that read Hello! My name is Nurse (Name) in messy scribbles.

“I—wow. I–I'm surprised you remembered me,” (Name) laughed softly, a little pleased, and Hitoshi's heart went from da-dump, da-dump, to da-dump-da-dump-da-dump within a matter of seconds, but he only grunted. “We were just kids back then,” (Name) murmured, a bit quieter, and there was a short but heavy and thick silence that settled over the two, a distant memory setting off in their minds.

“A–Anyway!” (Name) chirped nervously, (eye color) eyes shining sweetly. “You've grown up so much! You're so much taller, and your face is really nice—n–nice. Looking. Uh.” Hitoshi's cheeks burned just a bit and he nearly choked, (Name)'s face reddening as he slowly facepalmed and refused to meet Hitoshi's gaze. “I've gone and made this awkward, haven't I? I–I'm just gonna do what I came here. To do. Ahh jeez,” (Name) sighed, and oh gosh, was Hitoshi extremely warm all of a sudden, and all he could utter was an intelligent "uh."

After clearing his throat, (Name) took a deep breath and calmed himself, finally meeting Hitoshi's gaze—albeit a little very abashed. “May I...?” He gestured a hand to Hitoshi's outfit, and taking it as a signal to remove his windbreaker, he began to pull the zipper down. “WAIT!” (Name) suddenly screeched, and Hitoshi jolted. “I didn't mean that!”

“W–Well you weren't very specific!” Hitoshi grit out, the stuttering very out of character for him, causing him to become even more embarrassed. The amount of mortification he felt from the situation starting to weigh on him, and oh man did he just want to just have the ground kind of come up and swallow him right now.

“S–Sorry, I know. Rookie training to become a pro-hero medic,” (Name) exhaled heavily, rubbing his cheeks to rid of the blush. “I just meant, um, to turn so I could check your back, please. I saw you get thrown pretty hard.”

Hitoshi immediately quieted, his eyes lidding. He turned silently on the bench he was seated at to allow (Name) to begin his examination, expression now monotone, yet very easy to read and see that he was visibly upset. (Name)'s expression fell a bit as well, eyebrows scrunching in concern, though he chose not to speak this time and moved his hands to Hitoshi's back. (Name) closed his eyes gently and puffed out a slow sigh, hands emitting a soft glow as he began to slowly run them down the other's spine, checking for injuries.

Hitoshi went rugged almost immediately at the feeling of (Name)'s fingers over his jacket.

Never before had he felt the gentle and protecting embrace of a mother around him, or a sturdy and loving grip of a father's hands on his shoulders. He had never experienced a comforting hug from a friend, or even a gentle pat on the back. It had always been a punch, a kick, a shove; anything remotely hostile, Hitoshi was familiar with.

But the gentle, slow line (Name) traced down his back was sending chills all across his body. He began wishing he just ignored (Name)'s yelling and took his windbreaker off completely to be able to feel his soft touch more vividly. Nothing sexual to get him hot and bothered and squirmy beneath the other's fingers—though he flushed at the thought—just an overall calming feeling that had him pushing into the caress just a bit more.

The boy was so at ease, he had nearly began to doze off, almost forgetting completely about his worries and frustrations.

“Good news is, nothing's broken.” (Name) broke the silence with a focused murmur, completely focused now that he was working. “Just a few bruises, nothing I can't heal. Did you hit your head at all?”

Hitoshi had no idea what prompted him to say yes, but—alright, wait, that was a lie. He was being a little liar. He just wanted to feel more of that... gentleness.

(Name) hummed, face still scrunched up all serious-like, and he was suddenly very much in Hitoshi's personal bubble. Not seeming to notice the purple-themed male's posture stiffen, (Name) brought his fingers to Hitoshi's hairline, starting with delicate, slow circles combing through his birds nest. His fingernails gently pet Hitoshi's scalp, and the latter once again leaned into the touch, shuddering in pleasure.

Man, if only humans could purr.

Hitoshi fought with himself for just a moment, one part of his mind screaming at him that this was too strange, too new; the other daring him to just let go. For a moment, he allowed his tired eyes to flutter close, accidentally releasing a small sigh that sounded just.. relieved.

“You act like you've never had a head rub,” (Name) pointed out oh-so-smartly, his tone amused, and Hitoshi stilled, his eyes flying wide open before starting to recoil. “N–No, wait, I didn't mean it was bad! I don't mind. Just thought it was cute...” He mumbled quietly, and Hitoshi bit the inside of his cheek to calm himself.

“...I haven't,” Hitoshi spoke up after a while of (Name) petting his head, taking breaks to rest his arms though continuing the pleasant assault on his head, though stopped his movements once he heard the stoic boy's comment.

Hitoshi did not know why, in that moment, he was oddly terrified to meet (Name)'s gaze. His large hands curled into fists on his lap and he frowned, grinding his already imperfect teeth together in frustrated confusion, starting to debate if he should just brainwash (Name) into leaving him alone so this could all be over with.

“Hey,” (Name) said, softly, squatting down just a bit to calmly look Hitoshi in the eyes. “U–Um, I know you didn't get hit in the face or anything, but uh. Do you mind if—do you mind if I...?” He trailed off once again, fingers suddenly inches away from Hitoshi's jawline, and said boy inhaled sharply.

Say no. Say no.

“...Okay.”

(Name) smiled patiently and nodded, reaching a bit more, but stopping and suddenly pinching his eyebrows together. “If... by any chance you start feeling uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I will, okay?” Hitoshi swallowed the large, suffocating lump in his throat and only quietly nodded, quivering just a little bit at how intensely (Name) was studying him. The medic-in-training finally, finally allowed his calloused fingertips to gently caress Hitoshi's jaw, sliding down the sharp angle until his palms slightly cupped his face. (Name) gently took his thumbs and slid them across the heavy bags under Hitoshi's eyes, treading oh-so-very carefully, and Hitoshi was nearly trembling.

He didn't remember when he squeezed his eyes shut.

“...For what it's worth,” (Name) suddenly murmured, only using one hand to now rest on the other's cheek once more. “I think you showed a lot of skill in today's battle. You're going to make an amazing hero one day.”

Hitoshi's heart just about stopped and his pupils shrunk, unable to tear his gaze away from (Name)'s. His breath was slightly stuttering and he was so overwhelmed with too many emotions and filled with so many questions, the main one being how, just how did this angel comeback into his life?

“(LAST NAME)! We need your help over here!” A loud shout caused (Name) to jump away from Hitoshi and Hitoshi to yank himself away from (Name), both of their heads jerking in the direction of the emergency; and their hearts pounded so, so very fast.

(Name) seemed to realize something and he gasped, turning to Hitoshi with wide (color) eyes. “Ah, shit! I forgot to heal you! Um, uh,” He seemed to panic, starting to slightly bounce back and forth on his feet nervously. He then seemed to get an idea and bent over Hitoshi, gently but firmly cupping his face and pressing his lips to his forehead quickly, a bright white light shimmering before twinkling dimly and disappearing where his kiss was planted.

Hitoshi was sure he'd die from not being able to breathe.

“There! You'll feel better in no time,” (Name) grinned, cheeks rosy but expression proud—almost cocky?—and he brought one hand to rub at his arm, now looking very abashed all of a sudden, his smile becoming a little nervous. “I–I'll... see you around?” He asked, his tone hopeful. When Hitoshi only could sit, silent, the two looked right through each other, seeing how grown up they both had become. (Name) seemed discouraged when he had no answer, though he offered a wobbly smile. “A–Ah, that's okay too—”

“Come here,” Hitoshi uttered, cringing internally when (Name)'s eyes became white and zombie-like, listening to his command without hesitation, knowing that this would be his only chance to get his point across. (Name) was now in front of him, bent over once again and back in Hitoshi's face, blinking once to snap out of his momentary trance.

“O–Oh,” (Name) breathed in, face extremely red. Hitoshi's eyes lidded, gently this time, and he took a shaky inhale before raising an unsteady hand to cup (Name)'s own face.

“...Give me a proper kiss like you promised you would,” Hitoshi murmured, his voice low, and (Name) shivered with an airy laugh.

“H–Hitoshi, we were just kids then.”

“Do you not want to?” Said boy grunted.

“Well I..I didn't say that...” (Name) murmured, voice quieter.

“Then,” Hitoshi leaned in closer until their foreheads bumped. “Do it.”

(Name)'s breath hitched, and he stretched forward, lips brushing Hitoshi's by mere centimeters, their anticipating, quick breaths mingling and nerves skyrocketing.

And just as Hitoshi allowed his eyes to close—

“(Name)! HURRY YOUR ASS UP!”

(Name) released an impatient sigh and pulled away from Hitoshi's touch, causing his dull eyes to open, the medic's facial expression apologetic. “I want to. Believe me, God, I want to,” He sighed, breath stuttering. “But... I–If I start, I, uh, wouldn't be able to stop, eheh.”

Hitoshi blinked.

(Name) chewed his lower lip and made a frustrated noise, quickly leaning back down to sloppily kiss the other, pulling away almost as swiftly as he started jogging down the hall. “To be continued, Shinsou Hitoshi!” He called over his shoulder, smile wide—and, yep, cocky again—before disappearing around the corner.

Hitoshi sat and stared, pupils dilated and heart pounding from just a small, simple little kiss. He sighed and threw his body down on the bench, staring at the ceiling, the familiar feeling of cold loneliness creeping up on him too soon.

Though, when he raised a hand to his face and brushed his chapped lips slightly, he couldn't help the jump in his chest.

“...Hmn. To be continued, (Last Name) (Name).”

bonus:

Two young boys, roughly around the age of ten, sat underneath their favorite cherry blossom. They faced each other, criss-cross-applesauce, one expressions confused while the other excited.

“You want to what?” Young, stoic Hitoshi asked, eyebrows just a bit furrowed.

“I want to be the one to kiss you first!” (Name) repeated with a wide grin, front teeth missing, fists clenched by his chest.

“Why would you want to do that? You're supposed to be kissing girls, stupid.”

“H–Hey! Is it so bad I want to kiss both?!”

“...No, I just don't see why you wanna kiss me.”

(Name) rolled his eyes, attention now on a falling pink flower petal, a soft smile taking over his innocent features. “I want to kiss you because my daddy told me first kisses are special. But kissing your parents doesn't count!”

“Okay,” Hitoshi blinked slowly. “But why me?”

“W–Well, if they're special, then that means you have to really like the person,” (Name) flushed, shyly playing with a blade of grass. “And I like you lots, so why not you?”

Hitoshi blinked once again before leaning in close to (Name)'s face, the boy squawking before slapping a tiny (skin tone) hand on Hitoshi's cheek, smushing his face a bit. “Not now, dumby!”

“Why'mot,” Hitoshi monotonously managed to say, mouth squished slightly by (Name)'s palm. Said boy sighed and pulled his hand away, wiping a bit of drool off on his shirt and cringing.

“Because, I want it to be when we're older, so we can marry after and go buy a puppy and a house and have two kids.”

“...A puppy and a cat.”

“Deal.”