“You look like a Christmas tree,” Hitoshi explained. A very short and adorable Christmas tree.
Izuku said nothing in response to that, but his blank expression conveyed his disappointment well enough that he didn’t have to. Hitoshi reached out to dust the flakes out of Izuku’s leafy green locks, taking the opportunity to run his fingers through them just a bit, and Izuku smacked his hand away with his paper bag. Hitoshi snorted, tilting down to kiss away the pout on his face. It worked.
Next entry for @shindeku-week for the prompt dates! For this, I did another fic art of a scene from chapter 11 of my college AU!
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