Thread by @tummiestix

[Erasercloudmic with some kuroboro, nsfw]

They had been doing so well these past couple months. The rehabilitation, the catching up, the picking up where they all left off those 15 some odd years ago.

As were to be expected there were some hitches.

Like the moments when Shouta would come home from school and there would be a beat of tension, like Oboro couldnt decide if he wanted to greet him or attack him. A conflict of two different timelines swirling in his memory.

Or the times when he would be with Hizashi and he would reach for a quirk that he didnt have anymore, temporarily forgetting that he couldnt formulate clouds, and leaving the two of them in an awkward moment where the joke fell flat.

Then there were the times where Oboro seemed to just ... go offline. Times where he would sit eerily still, his glowing eyes, already so difficult to read, seemingly staring off into the distance until someone called out to him.

A gentle call of his name bringing him back to the present where he would turn to one of his lovers and give them a bright, familiar smile. He'd crack a joke, they'd laugh and just like that he was back to his usual self.

It had been quite a learning experience for all of them.

So when the two heroes walked through the apartment door and saw Oboro leaning against the glass door of the balcony, looking outside, the first thing Hizashi did was call out to him.

Only silence silence greeted them back.

"Hey, earth to Oboro." Hizashi tried again, walking over to him, a hand lifted in the air but undecided on whether or not touch would be the best course of action.

A mumble from the former villain was lost on Hizashi and the blond moved to try and get into Oboro's line of sight.

"Babe, i didnt hear you." Hizashi softly spoke to him in the same manner he'd use to speak to rescued victims. Shouta's concern was obvious across his face as he stepped up behind them.

Oboro turned to look at his boyfriends with a spooked expression.

"Numb," he tried again, louder this time, and his breath hitched his throat as panic flooded his chest, "I feel like .... like i'm not real--"

A sob escaped him as his knees buckled and Shouta quickly moved to catch him, gently bringing them to the ground.

Oboro latched onto Shoutas hands and brought them up to his face and Shouta could feel how bad he was shaking as he cupped his cheek.

"Touch me, touch me," Oboro pleaded quietly, "/Please/, i just want to feel, i just want--"

"Shhh, hey, weve got you," Hizashi soothed, kneeling down beside Shouta and pressing a hand against Oboros chest, "Youre real, youre here, I promise."

"Touch me."

"We are, Oboro," Shoutas voice sounded distant in his ears.

Suddenly Oboro felt like he was falling into his teleportation quirk, away from his loves, and he reached out pressing into Shouta until he had the man laying back on the floor.

"More," he begged, "Touch me /more/. Touch me until i feel real again."

He sat up and turned to Hizashi, reaching out to him. Hizashi responded by grabbing a hold of his hand and moving forward to press a kiss first on his cheek and then moving to kiss him properly, fingers tangling into his hair.

It took time and grounding touches, two pairs of calloused hands to sooth away the panic before Oboro could feel the warmth of arousal stir in his gut.

It was whisperings of his name from two mouths against his skin as they worshipped him, reminding him of who he was.

It was Hizashi pressed against his back as he took Oboro from behind and Shouta at his front as Shouta took both their cocks in his hand, deliciously stroking the two of them together.

It was pants and moans and shouts of release. It was laying on the floor in front of the balcony door, the sunlight warming the cooling sweat on their skin. It was hands that still continued to move idly on Oboros skin, not knowing when enough was enough.

A deep, sated sigh broke the silence, followed by a "Man, i hated feeling like that."

"What? You didnt like the sex?" Hizashi teased and Shouta was quick to reach across and slap at Hizashis stomach,

not knowing if Oboro would appreciate any teasing right after his of dissociative episode.

To his surprise, Oboro let out a genuine laugh, sounding so much more like himself than when Shouta and Hizashi first arrived home.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you dork," he rolled over and swung his leg over Hizashi's,

tangling their limbs together, and nuzzling into his neck.

"What would i do if i didnt have my two favorite pro heroes in my life?" He purred against Hizashis throat and smiled feeling the voice hero chuckle underneath him.

"What we should do is get off the floor." Shouta spoke as he stood, leaning down to scoop up his clothes.

"Yeah, says the guy who still takes naps on the classroom floor," Hizashi shot back, earning a dramatic eyeroll from his counter part.

"Some things just never change, huh," Oboro chuckled, getting off the ground and held out a hand to help Hizashi up.

Shouta leaned in to kiss Oboro's cheek, giving him a soft smile, "No, somethings just dont change around here. But even if they do, thats alright too."

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