“And just let him fucking die? ”

Shouta looked down at his best friend, panting like a flower-dog in heat. “He’s not gonna die,” he said, though he didn’t sound sure.

“He will,” Nemuri insisted. “Just look at him!”



“Yeah, look at me, Shou.”



Shouta very much did not want to look at him.

“Why?” he asked, staring up at the sky. It was a nice day, but maybe it would rain. Then he wouldn’t have to water his best friend. “Were you hit by a weird quirk?”



Hizashi pushed the flower headband back into place before it could fall off. “Huh? Uhh, yeah sure, I was hit by a quirk or some shit. Listen man, you just gotta pee on me.”

Shouta frowned. “But I don’t have to pee.”



“Just pretend you’re in the doctor’s office! Except the little cup is my mouth and you’re squeezing out some fresh lemonade for me to drink.”

“Fine!” Shouta snapped, undoing his belt. He paused and gave Nemuri a look. “Do you mind?”



“No,” she said, staring.



“I need privacy .”



“You’re gonna piss on your best friend in broad daylight. That’s not private.”



“I can’t focus if you’re staring!”



“Fine,” she huffed, walking away. “I’ll be in Starbucks (this fic is not sponsored by or affiliated with the brand Starbucks), you big baby.”

“Finally. Okay, time to focus.” Shouta closed his eyes and pulled out his dick.



“Lay it on me, daddy,” Hizashi purred.

Shouta cracked an eye open. “What?”



“What?”



“Did you just--”



“ohhhHHHhhh, Shouta you gotta hurry up,” Hizashi groaned loudly, putting his head in his hands and curling up on the sidewalk. “I’m such a thirsty flower.”

“Right, okay, I get it already. I’m on it.”



A minute passed.



“Hey, uhhh, Shou? I’m not getting any younger here. What gives?”



“I can’t pee on the spot, Hizashi. I need to concentrate.” Shouta blushed, looking embarrassed.

As cute as it was, cute wasn’t going to get Hizashi’s rocks off. He sighed in exasperation and looked up at his friend.

“What helps you pee at home?” he asked impatiently.

Shouta hesitated. “I… Singing helps.”



“So sing!”



Shouta squeezed his eyes shut and started humming, then mumbling softly under his breath. Hizashi scooted forward eagerly, ready to be watered.

“ It’s gonna take me a lot to drag me away from youuu,” Shouta sang, bobbing his head to the rhythm. “ There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do.”

“Sing it, baby!”



“ I bless the rains down in Africa! ” Shouta belted and at long last, his watering hose twitched and began to bless Hizashi with his nourishing yellow rain.

“OH YEAH!” The kool aid man, I mean, Hizashi screamed. He tried to catch it all on his tongue.

Now that he had started, he couldn’t stop. He squatted and pissed harder, singing while he soaked his special little flower.



Hizashi was rock hard. “Yes, yes! Water me, daddy! I’m just your slutty little sunflower, mmmm.”

Thrown off his rhythm, Shouta jumped, accidentally nailing Hizashi right in the eye with a burst of his personal gatorade. Hizashi came instantly, screaming and nutting into his pants before laying down on the sidewalk for a nap.

The stream slowed to a trickle and once he was spent, Shouta wrangled his dick back into his pants. He wiped some sweat off his brow.



“Hey, good job!” Nemuri said, walking up and hanging him a cup of Starbucks brand coffee. “You saved the city.”



“Uhh, thanks?.”



“Here,” she said, putting a cup of coffee down by Hizashi’s head. “I got you a venti caramel macchiato with extra whip, you thirsty boy.”



“Oh boy, thanks!” Hizashi sat up and slurped away at his drink because he really was a thirsty boy.

“Can I go home now?” Shouta asked awkwardly.



“Yeah, good job, hero,” Hizashi said, patting Shouta’s leg and winking. “Hit the showers.”



Shouta walked away, leaving them to enjoy their drinks.

“Man, this is good,” Hizashi said. It wasn’t as good as Shouta’s piss, of course, but it was pretty damn close.

If only there was a way to combine the two…



Hizashi’s eyes widened. Maybe there was.



“Oh, Shouta!” he called, running after his friend. “Wait up! I uhhh ran into another villain and I’m so thirsty!”



Nemuri shook her head, watching the two of them run off into the piss colored sunset. “How romantic.”