Aizawa hated these nights spent at the bar with the other teachers. He had never been particularly fond of being in any public space, but with his friends once a week it was semi-tolerable.
Now, though?
He sighed and nursed his beer, staring dully at the couple in front of him. Hizashi had gotten tipsy enough so he was clingy - what his girlfriend called "stage 3: hugzashi". The blond man sat with a dopey look on his face and Elly in his lap, his arms tightly clasped around her waist.
Aizawa's face burned and he was glad he was drinking because he could blame it on the alcohol.
"And then he was all like, 'look, no, I'll fix it', right? But the squid landed right on his face - !" She was laughing, her normally pale cheeks flushed and prettier than normal with the added color and excitement. Her purple eyes sparkled and now and then he caught a glimpse of her pointed fangs as she grinned.
Hizashi hummed and burrowed his face under her arm. She squeezed him tight and dropped a soft kiss on his upturned lips.
What was he thinking?
And <i>why</i>?
Stupid! It was stupid, and it was wrong. He swore inwardly at himself, hating these illogical feelings. And yet, there was no stopping them and he knew it. He had tried everything and for awhile, had even ignored his best friend. Hizashi had been nearly in tears, of course, and he had to explain that he had been "busy" and let things go back to normal.
Normal, ha.
His gray eyes blearier than usual he watched his best friend and his girl, sick in the pit of his stomach as he wished he was the one holding her right now. And hating himself for his thoughts.
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