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It was raining again. Which wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
And their power out. Which still wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it was pretty damn inconvenient.
Shota meandered down the hall with a flashlight in hand, pausing by the bathroom door as warm, flickering light filtered in through the opening between it and the doorframe. Raising a brow, Shota pushed the door open, and Hizashi squinted at him from the bathtub.
“You’re really killing the mood shining that thing right in my eyes, ya know.”
Sighing, Shota lowered the flashlight. Not like he needed it as he stepped from the dark hallway to the dimly lit bathroom. The candles flickering on the sink and the lip of the tub gave off enough light all on their own. Enough for him to find his way over to the tub at least. “This is one way to deal with a power outage.”
Hizashi just shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself as he sank down into the water. “You know I can’t stand fluorescent lighting anyway. This is practically a blessing.”
“You shouldn’t be bathing in a storm, you know.”
“It’s just a little wind and rain, baby. If we start seeing lightning I’ll be out in a wink. Till then, though…” He let his head rest against the lip of the tub, blond hair falling over the side of it and nearly touching the tile. “Care to join me for a bit?” And after a beat, he added with a smirk, “Not like you have anywhere else to be.”
Considering that his choices were either to go to bed, strain his eyes trying to read by flashlight, or sit here enjoying his husband’s company, he supposed he could do much worse than the latter option.
Hizashi’s phone was perched on the edge of the sink, playing something quiet and soothing, mixing perfectly with the sound of rain hitting the windows and roof, and the wind howling through the branches of the old tree right outside their apartment building. Shota sat himself down on the edge of the tub and quietly rolled up his sleeves.
“You haven’t washed your hair yet,” he mused.
“Mm…I was getting to it.”
“At this rate you’ll wind up falling asleep until the water goes cold.” Shota gently draped Hizashi’s hair over his fingers, brushing it forward until it all fell over his shoulders into the water. “You think you’d ever cut all this shorter again?”
Hizashi let out a gasp, like Shota had just suggested he cook one of their cats for dinner. “Shota, how dare you?”
“I wasn’t suggesting. I was just curious,” Shota promised him, a small smile tugging on his lips.
“Well I’ll sate your curiosity – no. I happen to like it long. Think it suits me.”
“Hm…I think so too.”
Hizashi opened one eye to look up at him. “Yeah?”
After a beat, Shota said, “I actually prefer it down like this, if I’m being honest.” He shot Hizashi a full-fledged smirk. “If you wore it that way more often we’d save a fortune on hair gel.”
“Hey, the gelled look is part of my image, I’ll have you know.”
“Trust me, I’m well-acquainted with your image,” Shota snorted. “Hold your breath.”
Hizashi did, pinching his nose and dunking his head under the water for a moment before popping back up and wiping the suds from his eyes. “You’re gonna wash my hair for me?” He sounded half hopeful, half endlessly entertained.
“Not like I have anywhere else to be,” Shota quipped, mimicking Hizashi’s tone from earlier. He had been right after all. He grabbed the shampoo – Hizashi’s favorite brand, which he was well-aware of after years of making damn sure not to use it by mistake – and dropped some into his palm. Hizashi practically melted under his touch as Shota guided his head back against the edge of the tub and started to massage his scalp.
It took only a few seconds for Hizashi to let out a moan. “Oh god, take me now…”
Shota let out a half-formed laugh that got lost in the music and the pouring rain. “That good, huh?”
“You have no idea…”
Oh, he had some idea. Toying with Hizashi’s hair had always been the most sure-fire way to turn him from a grown man into a puddle, and it seemed now was no exception. It seemed like Hizashi was mere moments away from sliding right into the bathwater and out of his reach.
“Try and stay awake, at least until I’m done,” Shota told him as he worked his way down the length of his hair inch by soft, silky inch. “I’d rather not have to haul you out of this bath myself.”
Hizashi just hummed, one hand reaching out from under the water to press a palm against his cheek. “No promises.”
Shota nudged his hand away. “You’re getting my face wet.”
“Oh please, you’re not going to melt or anything.” Shota rose one brow, dipping his own hand into the water and flicking a splash of it up into Hizashi’s face, making him sputter. “Shota!”
“Revenge,” he deadpanned, leaning forward into Hizashi’s field of vision to meet his eye while Hizashi pouted up at him. “Need to rinse.”
With a huff, Hizashi disappeared under the surface of the water again and tilted his head back dramatically as he sat up, running his hands down the length of his own hair. “You know,” he said as water dripped from his mustache, “Always feels better when you do it. Maybe even better than my hairdresser.”
“That’s high praise,” Shota mused. “I feel like I should be flattered.”
Hizashi shot him a wicked grin as he reached out to run one wet hand through Shota’s bangs. “Now if only I could convince you to let her work her magic on that mop of yours-“
“You need another rinse.” Shota pressed against the crown of his head, sending him halfway down under the water again before Hizashi came up coughing. He barely managed to lean back in time to dodge a retaliation splash.
“Get back here,” Hizashi commanded him as he pushed the wet hair back from his eyes. “Shota you ass-“
Shota laughed, barely muffling it against the palm of his wet hand. He couldn’t not – not when Hizashi was pouting at him so fiercely, gripping the side of the tub with his hair hanging, heavy and dripping, in front of his face. “You’re getting the floor wet.”
“That’s what you get for trying to drown me,” Hizashi insisted with a wild grin. “You’re gonna regret that, ya know.”
“What-“ That was all he got out before a wave of sudsy water came hurtling toward him, splashing all over his shirt and extinguishing two of the candles nearby. “Hizashi-“
“You had it coming,” he cackled as he threw his head back, hair flying back away from his face.
He only needed a moment to see the look on Shota’s face before his smile faded. He had just barely opened his mouth again when Shota lunged and dunked his arms into the water, splashing it into Hizashi’s face and getting himself soaked in the process all the way down to his waist. Hair dripping and suds up his nose, Shota let out a laugh as Hizashi dragged him in for a kiss.
Which was all well and good until he lost his balance and went toppling forward into the water in a mess of flailing limbs and half-muffled curses.
It took a while to clean up the water off the bathroom floor. Long enough that by the time he was done, Shota was perfectly content to leave the wet towels with his dripping clothes in the hamper to be dealt with in the morning. Hizashi, meanwhile, was already tugging him into bed by the time he’d gotten into a clean T-shirt and sweatpants, before Shota had even had the chance to dry off his hair.
“I’d apologize,” Hizashi said, biting back a laugh as he clasped his hands together over Shota’s shoulder and rested his chin on top of his knuckles. “But you kinda brought that on yourself ya know.”
“Oh, did I?”
“I didn’t pull you into the water on purpose.”
Shota sighed. “Fair enough. No apologies then.” He let his head fall back against the pillow, listening to the rain still slamming against the windows. It hadn’t let up a bit. Seemed they weren’t going to be getting power back anytime soon. Not that it mattered. “I’d rather just let it go and go to sleep.”
“Alright fine, ya sleepy head,” Hizashi mused warmly, patting Shota on the chest and settling down beside him under the blankets with a wide yawn. “That’s not the worst idea in the world…ya know nothing puts me under like a warm bath…”
Yes, Shota knew that plenty well by now. And between that and his fingers carding through Hizashi’s freshly blow-dried hair, his husband was out like a light before Shota even managed to close his eyes.