Chapter 30: Secrets & Smiles

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the forest. The day had been long and exhausting, but for Denki and Hitoshi, it was far from over. They had a secret spot, a hidden waterfall with a wine cave tucked away in the forest behind the Aizawa-Yamada Tree Home. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could escape the chaos of their lives and just be together.

As they made their way through the dense foliage, Denki's hand found Hitoshi's, their fingers intertwining naturally. The sound of the waterfall grew louder as they approached, the cool mist from the cascading water refreshing against their skin. The cave was just to the side, its entrance partially hidden by vines and moss. Inside, the air was cool and damp, the faint scent of aged wine lingering in the air.

Denki led the way, pulling Hitoshi into the cave. The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the entrance, casting a warm light on the stone walls. They settled on a blanket they had stashed there earlier, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the hard ground.

"So," Denki began, leaning back on his elbows, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "What do you think our future looks like?"

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Our future? That's a big question."

Denki grinned, his excitement palpable. "Yeah, like, where do you see us in ten years? Married? Kids? Living in a big house with a white picket fence?"

Hitoshi chuckled, shaking his head. "You've been watching too many rom-coms."

Denki pouted, nudging Hitoshi with his foot. "Come on, humor me. How many kids do you want?"

Hitoshi pretended to think for a moment, his smirk widening. "Two. Maybe three. But only if you're the one changing all the diapers."

Denki laughed, the sound echoing off the cave walls. "Deal. But you're on bedtime duty."

Hitoshi nodded, his expression softening. "And what about you? What do you want to do besides being an assassin?"

Denki's eyes lit up, his enthusiasm infectious. "I've been thinking about streaming. You know, like gaming and stuff. I think it'd be fun."

Hitoshi's smirk returned, his voice teasing. "And you want me to be your cameraman?"

Denki shook his head, his grin widening. "No, I want you to be my co-host. We could be a YouTube duo. Think about it: 'Denki and Hitoshi: Streamers by Day, Heroes by Night.' It's got a nice ring to it."

Hitoshi laughed, the sound deep and genuine. "I'll think about it. But only if I get to pick the games."

Denki's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Deal."

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, the sound of the waterfall outside filling the cave. Denki shifted closer to Hitoshi, their shoulders brushing. Hitoshi turned to look at him, his violet eyes soft and full of affection.

"You know," Hitoshi said, his voice low. "No matter what we do, as long as we're together, it'll be enough."

Denki's heart swelled, his smile warm and genuine. "Yeah, it will."

Their eyes locked, the air between them charged with electricity. Denki leaned in, his lips brushing against Hitoshi's in a soft, tentative kiss. Hitoshi responded immediately, his hand coming up to cup Denki's cheek, deepening the kiss. Their lips moved together in a slow, passionate dance, the world outside forgotten.

Denki's hands wandered, tracing the lines of Hitoshi's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Hitoshi's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in Denki's hair, pulling him closer. The kiss grew more intense, their bodies pressing together, but they both knew where to draw the line. They had an unspoken agreement—no matter how heated things got, they would never go all the way. Not yet.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Denki's golden eyes were half-lidded, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You're amazing," Denki whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Hitoshi chuckled, his thumb brushing over Denki's cheek. "You're not so bad yourself."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the sound of the waterfall a soothing backdrop to their quiet moment.

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Meanwhile, back at the Aizawa-Yamada home, Izuku and Touya were having their own moment. They were sitting on the crown, the stars twinkling above them. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the day.

Touya leaned back on his hands, his gaze fixed on the sky. "You know," he began, his voice quiet. "I've never really talked about my past with anyone."

Izuku turned to look at him, his red eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Touya shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, I want to. I think… I think it's time."

Izuku nodded, his expression encouraging. "Okay. I'm here for you."

Touya took a deep breath, his eyes distant as he began to speak. "My father… he was abusive. Not just to me, but to all of us. He pushed us to our limits, trying to make us the perfect heroes. But it was never enough. I was never enough."

Izuku's heart ached for him, his hand reaching out to gently touch Touya's arm. "I'm so sorry, Touya. You didn't deserve that."

Touya's smile was bittersweet, his eyes meeting Izuku's. "I know. But it's in the past. I've made peace with it, in my own way."

Izuku's expression turned serious, his voice firm. "He should burn to death. Just saying."

Touya blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness of Izuku's words. Then, he laughed—a deep, genuine laugh that seemed to shake the weight off his shoulders. "Izuku, you're something else."

Izuku grinned, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm just saying, he deserves it."

Touya's laughter subsided, his expression softening as he looked at Izuku. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Izuku's blush deepened, his smile shy. "I try."

Their eyes locked, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions. Touya leaned in, his lips brushing against Izuku's in a soft, tentative kiss. Izuku responded immediately, his hands coming up to grab Touya's biceps, deepening the kiss. Their lips moved together in a slow, passionate dance, the world forgotten.

Touya's hands wandered, tracing the lines of Izuku's back, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Izuku's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in Touya's hair, pulling him closer. The kiss grew more intense, their bodies pressing together, but they both knew where to draw the line. Espically outside in the open where Izuku's Popa can come out and check on them any minute.

They pulled apart, both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Izuku's red eyes were half-lidded, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You're amazing," Izuku whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Touya chuckled, his thumb brushing over Izuku's cheek. a gentle smile gracing his features. 

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the stars above them a silent witness to their quiet moment. 

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As the night deepened, the Aizawa-Yamada home was filled with the soft sounds of laughter and whispered conversations. The siblings, each in their own way, found solace in the warmth of their relationships. Whether it was Denki and Hitoshi's playful banter or Izuku and Touya's quiet understanding, they all knew one thing for certain: no matter what the future held, they would face it together.

And maybe, just maybe, they'd even stream it.