[Shouta had. He'd been confused at first, unsure, but then after Katsuki was--well, after that talk with Bakugou, he'd understood. Hard not to make the connection. After all, they'd been married for almost a decade. It's partially why he's tried so hard to keep himself at a safe distance, why he's at least tried to keep himself from anything more than a touch, the occasional unthinking kiss to a cheek. That one lazy morning had been completely unintentional, and there was a not-small part of him that felt guilty for that, still, and it's the same part that's screaming at him now, but...even if this isn't his Hizashi, it's still Hizashi, and so much of his Hizashi is here in him, too. Apparently he'd fallen in love far earlier than he'd actually realized.
Hizashi steps forward, and Shouta can't look away from those green eyes, bright and beautiful and alien and familiar. His own are even more tired than usual, dark and bleak and strangely conflicted, and his fingers tighten just a little on the blonde's.]
I miss kissing my husband. But if you don't want to, it's fine. I understand.
[The way he phrased that answer should make it clear that yes, he knows. He knows. And yet.]
do I???
Hizashi steps forward, and Shouta can't look away from those green eyes, bright and beautiful and alien and familiar. His own are even more tired than usual, dark and bleak and strangely conflicted, and his fingers tighten just a little on the blonde's.]
I miss kissing my husband. But if you don't want to, it's fine. I understand.
[The way he phrased that answer should make it clear that yes, he knows. He knows. And yet.]