An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Bakugou Katsuki makes his way into his local hardware store as he does multiple times a week. His pale blonde hair fans out around his head in wild spikes, his undercut making his jaw look all the sharper. His nose is refined, eyes angular and fierce, housing ruby red irises.
He’s only 172cm, but he’s strong, with broad shoulders and thick thighs built up over years of working in his parent’s business. They build furniture and upgrade houses, an art he’s grown up in, and his body is long used to heavy lifting and skillfully using his hands.
His boot leg jeans have smears along his knees, and his black t-shirt has a few paint splatters, but he doesn’t care, simply walks through the doors of the hardware store and beelines for the rope. He briefly compares a white with a cream colored before grabbing the 60-meter spool of twisted white nylon.
He tucks it under his arm as he walks over to the counter, not at all surprised to see the store’s latest employee standing there. He has wild white hair similar to Katsuki’s, but his face and ears are full of piercings. His eyes are a stunning turquoise, and as soon as his gaze locks on Katsuki, a smirk curls his lips.
“Hey there, dollface,” Todoroki Touya drawls.
“Metalface,” Katsuki says as he sets the rope down.
This has been their usual method of greeting since the man moved to Musutafu a couple months ago. The silent staring contest that follows is also the usual, and when Touya opens his mouth, Katsuki vaguely knows what to expect.
“You into some kinky shit, doll?”
Katsuki just scoffs. “I wish it was that fuckin’ interesting.”
“Oh?” Touya says, his gaze lidding as he looks to the blonde. “Do you want it to be?”
—
Katsuki’s apartment door slams open, both he and Touya stumbling inside, their lips locked and their hands wandering as they attempt to shut the door without parting. Touya bites on Katsuki’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and the blonde moans.
“Fuck, hurry up,” Touya says, harshly smacking his ass.
Katsuki grabs his hand, using his other to grip the six meters of rope he’d cut from the large spool earlier. He half runs to his bedroom, his cock already hard in his pants. He tosses the rope onto the bed and tugs his shirt off before climbing onto the mattress, lying down with his arms up by his headboard.
Touya licks his lips as he grabs the rope, but he pulls his own shirt off as well, wrapping it around Katsuki’s wrist as a cushion before tying his wrist to the headboard. He trails the rope around the back of the headboard to Katsuki’s other arm, using the blonde’s shirt to pad that wrist before tying it as well.
“Lube and condoms?” Touya questions.
“Nightstand,” Katsuki says.
Touya quickly moves to grab the items, dropping the opened box of condoms and the bottle of silicone lube down beside the blonde before pulling his clothes off. He gives his cock a few slow strokes, loving the way Katsuki licks his lips at the sight of it, obviously wanting to run his tongue along the six rung Jacob’s ladder that decorates Touya’s dick.
Touya chuckles lowly and climbs back onto the bed, tugging Katsuki’s jeans off and tossing them to the side. Katsuki lifts his hips again, like he expects his boxers to be removed as well, but Touya just smirks and leans in to flick his tongue over one of his nipples.
Katsuki squirms lightly at the touch and Touya brings his other hand up to rub his other nipple. He relishes in the small hitches in the blonde’s breath as he sucks and tweaks his little pink buds, switching from one plush pec to the next until his nipples are shiny with his saliva and fully erect.
He slowly moves down from there, looking up at Katsuki as he trails kisses down his sternum, between his impressively defined abdominals, and then he mouths over the shape of Katsuki’s cock. He sucks over the large wet spot where he’s been leaking precum, licking the shape of his head through the cotton material, making Katsuki shudder in anticipation.
He pulls back and licks his lips as he slowly drags the man’s boxers down, letting his cock spring free, and making the blonde hiss as his throbbing member meets the cold air. Touya discards his boxers and leans down to kiss around the base of his cock, shifting down to suck at his balls, and then he pushes Katsuki’s thighs up so he can lick around his hole.
“Ah, fuck,” Katsuki says, tensing up slightly.
“Never been eaten out, hmm?” Touya guesses.
“No,” Katsuki confirms, but doesn’t go into detail.
Touya just hums his understanding as he gathers up spit in his mouth, pushing his tongue out and drooling around his hole. Katsuki shudders at the feeling as Touya licks around his hole before pushing his tongue against the rim. He forces himself to relax against the bizarre feeling, and Touya pushes his tongue in further, twirling it inside him and making him squirm.
Touya purses his lips and sucks and Katsuki gasps, tugging at his wrists, wanting to grasp the man’s hair, but all he can do is lay there and soak in the pleasure.
Touya pulls away from his hole so he can press a finger inside, going slow, his eyes locked on Katsuki’s face as he slowly thrusts, curling his finger until the blonde suddenly jolts, sputtering out a curse. Touya smirks devilishly as he starts rubbing ruthlessly over the man’s prostate, using his other hand to drizzle some lube onto his fingers, making it easier to slide two in.
Katsuki chokes out curses as he tries to rock back against the digits in his ass, panting out pleased sounds. Touya smirks at the sight, loving the way the man starts to tremble, never slowing his pace. He can see that Katsuki is already on the edge, needing just a little more to tip over.
He adds a third finger to his thrusting and leans over, opening his mouth wide, and drops down over Katsuki’s cock, swallowing him down to the root. The shock of the sudden wet heat around him has Katsuki shouting as he cums, his bitter release filling Touya’s throat. He swallows it down loudly, making Katsuki’s face flush, but he just hums a pleased sound as he pulls off, licking his lips appreciatively.
Touya removes his fingers, groaning at the way the man’s hole flutters around nothing, and he grabs a condom, ripping it open and rolling it down his length. He dumps more lube over it and shifts closer, pressing one of Katsuki’s thighs up toward his chest, his other hand lining his cock up.
“Wait, I just came,” Katsuki pants out.
Touya hums, rubbing his tip against the man’s hole as he leans over to kiss him. “I know.”
He thrusts inside, fully sheathing himself in a single movement and Katsuki shouts a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and an overstimulated whine. Touya chuckles darkly at the sound, using his lube slicked hand to grab Katsuki’s cock, stroking him back to hardness.
“Be a good boy for me now,” Touya coos.
Before Katsuki can even attempt to get any words out, Touya starts ruthlessly slamming into him, leaning back to fuck into him harder, making the headboard slam against the wall. Katsuki screams, tugging his wrists as he cums again, squirting out over his abdomen, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his skull.
Touya grins maliciously as he continues drilling into him. “You’re mine now, Katsuki.”
The blonde nods mindlessly, tears pricking his eyes as drool trickles from the corner of his mouth as Touya glides along his prostate with every single movement. He moans out a garbled sound along the lines of “No more.”
“Aw, come on, Katsuki, one more time,” Touya pants out, sweat beading his brow as he keeps up his harsh pace. “Be a good boy and cum on daddy’s cock.”
Katsuki gasps loudly, his toes curling as he cums dry, screaming out, “Fuck! Daddy!”
Touya curses as he cums, slamming into the man as he fills the condom, groaning as he rocks his hips as he steadily slows, until he finally stops altogether. He pulls out slowly, tugging the condom off and tying it before chucking it over to the garbage under the man’s desk.
He hovers over Katsuki, brushing some hair away from his sweaty forehead, out of his eyes. The man blinks up at him, humming tiredly, and Touya smiles as he leans in to kiss him. The lip presses are more languid now, tired and satiated.
“Untie me already, metalface,” Katsuki grumbles.
“Not just yet,” Touya says, giving him another quick peck before moving off the bed.
He doesn’t bother grabbing any clothes as he walks to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with hot water before walking back. He wipes Katsuki’s face, and then trails it down to his abdomen, and gives his cock a nice wipe down before tossing the cloth into the man’s hamper.
He moves back over to the bed and climbs over Katsuki, straddling his hips as he trails his hands over Katsuki’s sides, moving up until he cups his chin. He leans in to press a long kiss to his lips, moving back only far enough to meet his gaze.
“I’ll untie you if you can convince me that you’re a good boy who won’t leave daddy’s side,” Touya murmurs, rubbing his thumb along Katsuki’s lower lip.
Katsuki tilts his head to bite on Touya’s lower lip, tugging it harshly and sucking it into his mouth. Touya groans at the feeling and Katsuki snakes his tongue into his mouth, mapping out his teeth, gliding along his tongue, not pulling away until they’re both desperate for oxygen.
Katsuki pants lightly as he slumps back against his bed, smirking up at Touya. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, daddy.”
—
Touya and Katsuki follow the host to their table, sitting down and thanking him before he walks off. They’re out celebrating three months together—and the fact that they’ve officially moved in to their first shared apartment.
Katsuki had admittedly been a bit shocked when Touya had suggested it a couple weeks prior, but it was certainly good timing, as Katsuki’s lease was up and he was struggling to find a place that didn’t want his first born child as payment.
He’s excited though, enough to order a strawberry margarita when the waitress comes over. Touya chuckles at that and orders a beer and waters for them both.
“I’m curious to see what you’re like when you’re tipsy,” Touya admits.
“If it’s the same as it was a few years ago, someone is going to get decked,” Katsuki says and Touya laughs.
“Sounds like a good time,” Touya teases.
“Here are your drinks,” the waitress says, setting the glass bottle in front of Touya. She then leans forward, batting her big brown eyes and pressing her elbows together to make her tits nearly pop out of her scoop neck shirt as she sets Katsuki’s drink down. “I’ll be right back with your waters.”
Touya glares at her retreating back, but Katsuki just grimaces. “Do I give off straight vibes?”
“What,” Touya says, spurting out a laugh.
“Nothing,” Katsuki says, shaking his head. “Anyway, the last time I was here, the katsudon was really fucking good.”
“It is,” the waitress agrees, once again placing Touya’s drink down before nearly flashing Katsuki. “So, you want some katsudon, honey?”
“Don’t call me that,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. “But yeah, katsudon.”
“I’ll have the same,” Touya says, and the woman just writes that down.
“Got it,” she says, biting her lower lip as she eyes Katsuki for another moment before turning to do her job.
Katsuki kicks his glaring boyfriend under the table. “Oi? The fuck’s your deal?”
“Nothing,” Touya says, shaking his head. He leans over the table to pull Katsuki in for a kiss, his eyes darting across the space to lock with the waitress, who flushes as she turns around.
“Aw, are you jealous?” Katsuki teases, nipping at Touya’s chin.
“No,” Touya says immediately, leaning back in his chair. “Just can’t believe I have such a drop dead gorgeous boyfriend.”
Katsuki snickers. “Sure, sure.”
“So, we still have to decide if we’re keeping your couch or mine,” Touya says.
“Seriously?” Katsuki says, cocking a brow. “We have to decide whether we’re keeping your piece of shit couch or the one that I personally made?”
“But it’s huge,” Touya grumbles.
Katsuki smirks as he leans in closer, dropping his voice. “It’d be a lot easier to fuck on a big sofa.”
Touya’s pupils flex with interest and he hums. “We might need to test that theory, dollface.”
“Alright,” Katsuki agrees easily. “You top on mine, I’ll top on yours.”
“Oh, you’re on,” Touya says.
“Here you go!” The waitress says as she stops next to their table.
Katsuki and Touya both lean away so she can place the bowls in front of them. It smells delicious and Katsuki eyes the meal hungrily, flinching when the waitress places her hand on his shoulder. He looks up at her, eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Don’t forget, I’m Camie, and I’m here if you need anything.”
—
Katsuki and Touya are curled up on their sofa—the larger, better one. They’re sitting side by side, just watching something on a local channel, some terrible low budget movie that’s barely worth the laughs.
Bored with it, Katsuki shifts up and turns to throw his leg over Touya’s lap, straddling the taller man as he captures his lips in a hungry kiss. Touya’s large hands go to his hips, sliding around to his ass and squeezing the globes harshly. Katsuki groans, rolling his hips down as he starts kissing along his boyfriend’s neck.
“Katsuki,” Touya says, and the blonde hums to let him know he’s listening. “I want to do something together, but I don’t know if you’d like it.”
Katsuki leans back, eyeing him curiously. “What is it?”
Touya clears his throat. “I’ve, fuck, I’ve always wanted to get branded, and I think it would be so fucking hot if you did it with me.”
A shudder goes down Katsuki’s spine, his cock growing achingly hard at the very idea, and he grinds against Touya, rubbing against the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. He leans back in and kisses his neck a few times, and then bites down harshly, making Touya gasp.
“What kind of mark were you thinking?” Katsuki asks as he kisses over the red bite mark.
“The kanji for eternity,” Touya says.
The TV program is suddenly interrupted by a loud beep, and Katsuki looks over to see a banner moving along the bottom, which reads Missing Person: Utsushimi Camie, and then shows a small image of a woman. Katsuki frowns, tilting his head.
“Huh, she looks kinda familiar,” Katsuki murmurs.
“No idea who that is,” Touya says, grabbing Katsuki’s chin, pulling him in for another kiss, licking into his mouth and rolling his hips up, making the blonde moan.
—
Uravity is the newest nightclub in Musutafu, advertising good music and drink prices that aren’t absolutely outrageous. Touya hadn’t been all that interested in going, but Katsuki had said he wanted to go, so, naturally, they walk hand-in-hand into Uravity’s.
They’re both wearing tight tank tops that cling to their muscles and show off the 永 brands on their left shoulders. The marks are healed now, both raised and red, and Touya feels a smug glee in his chest knowing his brand is on the man as they walk to the bar.
“Oi! Four shots of your cheapest tequila!” Katsuki shouts, and the bartender nods as they pour the drinks, setting them up on the counter. “Fuck yeah, to us being the hottest fucking couple here!”
“I’ll drink to that!” Touya says, laughing as he throws back his first shot, grabbing the second before he can focus on the burn.
“Now let’s fucking dance!” Katsuki yells, grabbing his hand and leading the taller man to the dance floor.
Touya clearly doesn’t know what to do, so Katsuki turns around and guides his hands to his hips, dragging his palms up and down his body as he sways sensually to the beat of the music. Touya pauses to squeeze his pecs, pulling him flat against his chest so he can start kissing down his neck and shoulder as he follows the sway of Katsuki’s ass.
Katsuki brings one hand up to wrap around Touya’s neck, tugging him in for a kiss before leaning up to growl into his ear. “That’s right, daddy, follow my lead.”
“Oh, fuck,” Touya hisses, grinding against him. “I’m going to ruin you when we get home, baby.”
Katsuki grins, curling his back to drag his ass along Touya’s front, though the moment is ruined by some massive guy with a brown buzzcut and dark eyes snaking his hand around Katsuki’s waist and tugging him to the side.
“What the fuck!?” Katsuki shouts, spinning around to glare up at the massive man.
“Don’t look so mad, sweetheart,” the man says, smirking as he leans closer to the blonde. “I can promise you a much bigger dick than that scrawny wannabe.”
Katsuki shoves the man harshly, jamming his finger against his chest. “You’d better fucking watch what you say about my boyfriend, or I will break your fucking nose.”
The man blinks and then scowls harshly. “Come find me when you wanna know what a real man’s dick feels like.”
Katsuki grabs his silently seething boyfriend and pulls him in for a rough kiss, glaring at the massive man as he brings Touya’s hands to his ass, grinding against him. Touya growls into the kiss and moves on to sucking marks into his neck, and Katsuki moans, bringing a hand up to grasp Touya’s white hair, using his other to flip the man off.
The guy scoffs loudly and storms away and Touya slaps his ass harshly. Katsuki curses loudly and bites into the side of Touya’s neck, making him growl. Katsuki licks up his boyfriend’s neck and then kisses him harshly.
“Touya, if we don’t leave right now, I am going to shove you to the floor and fuck myself on your cock in front of all these people.”
—
Touya is outside, nothing but a shovel in his hands and the large body on the ground beside the hole he’s digging.
He is utterly silent as he works, eyeballing the broad, muscular brunette man to ensure he makes the hole wide enough to fit his shoulders in. He knows it’s deep enough already, two meters down, which should be plenty. It’s rare for people to come out here anyway, so he doubts anyone will ever think to dig in this spot.
A twig cracks nearby and he freezes, listening intently, able to just barely make out the soft sounds of bipedal feet. He internally curses and darts over to a tree, holding his shovel tightly, prepared to swing at whoever steps into his latest burial grounds.
A flashlight beam comes into view, landing on the body and the person freezes.
Touya leaps out, bringing his shovel up to attack, only for his arms to lock with the weapon over his head as his eyes blow wide and his jaw drops.
“Katsuki?” Touya says, slowly lowering his shovel, his eyes landing on the thick, rolled-up blanket over his boyfriend’s shoulder. “What are you doing?”
Katsuki drops the blanket, which lands with a heavy thud, unrolling enough to reveal a young woman with curly pink hair. Katsuki ignores her, pointing over at the muscular man behind Touya.
“That’s the guy from the club,” Katsuki says.
“Yeah,” Touya says, and then gestures to the woman beside his boyfriend. “That’s the barista from the other day.”
“She wrote her number on your cup,” Katsuki murmurs, his eyes locking with Touya’s.
“I didn’t notice,” Touya says, but the burning in Katsuki’s eyes has his blood rushing to his cock so fast that he nearly drops the shovel.
They stare at one another in shocked silence for a moment, and then Touya tosses the shovel to the side and Katsuki lunges at him, harshly grabbing handfuls of his hair as he crashes their lips together. Touya kisses back with just as much fervor, gripping the blonde’s hips and grinding against him, both of them groaning, their dicks harder than ever before.
Touya backs Katsuki up against a tree and then harshly spins him around, shoving his chest against it and tugging both of their pants down just past their asses. Touya brings his hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm, using it to weakly lube up his cock.
His other hand grips one of Katsuki’s ass cheeks, pulling it enough to reveal his hole, and Touya eagerly lines himself up, thrusting inside in one hard movement. Katsuki curses loudly, arching his back to take him in deeper, and Touya growls under his breath, roughly gripping his boyfriend’s hips as he pounds into him.
Katsuki pushes back to meet each thrust, both of them feeling their pleasure reaching new levels of euphoria, panting and moaning as the rough slapping of skin fills the night air.
Touya’s grip is hard, painful, undoubtedly adding to the beautiful fingerprint marks he’d left only a few hours ago, and Katsuki screams as he’s tipped over the edge.
Streams of cum squirt out over the tree trunk, and Touya groans as Katsuki clenches down, only needing a few more thrusts before he buries his cock deep inside and fills his boyfriend up.
“Fuck,” Touya moans, shoving Katsuki harder against the tree as he grinds up into him.
Katsuki turns his head to look back at him, and Touya eagerly leans in to kiss him. They both pant heavily into the kiss, not caring that it’s uncoordinated and too wet.
Touya slowly pulls out and quickly tugs Katsuki’s pants up before fixing his own. He squats down then, grabbing a handful of dirt and rubbing it over the cum stains on the tree, which has Katsuki snickering.
“You’re smarter than you look, metalface,” Katsuki says.
Touya smirks smugly at him. “Smart enough to choose the world’s best fucking boyfriend.”
—
The little beachside town is cozy, the small downtown area full of little tourist traps in the form of gift shops and vendors, all selling a variety of overpriced items.
Katsuki and Touya walk into one of the gift shops, hands clasped as they look around, ignoring the TV up by the front counter as a reporter talks about the rise in murders across the country over the past three years.
“Aw, doll, it’s you!” Touya says, picking up a plushie Pomeranian with an angry expression embroidered on its pale fur.
“Oh, fuck you,” Katsuki says with a laugh, swatting him upside the head.
“I’m getting it,” Touya says, dropping his boyfriend’s hand and giving the plush toy a squeeze. “I’m gonna cuddle it whenever I miss you.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”
Touya snickers, but turns to walk up to the front counter with his find. He sets it down, not paying much attention to the young man behind the counter.
“This is pretty cute,” the guy says.
“Yup,” Touya says as he holds out the cash.
The cashier blushes when their fingers brush as he takes the money, clearing his throat. “So, are you new around here?”
“Just visiting,” Touya says.
“Oh?” The cashier says, a nervous smile curling his lips. “I’m a local, I could show you the best places to… y’know… have a good time.”
Katsuki steps up beside Touya, curling a hand possessively around his boyfriend’s hips as he sneers at the cashier, narrowing his eyes at the man’s limp black hair and red eyes, a small scar above the left.
“No thanks, we’re good,” Katsuki says.
“Oh, sorry,” the man says, his blush darkening as he looks away to grab Touya’s change.
Katsuki taps his boyfriend’s hip twice and Touya tilts his head at the cashier before looking to Katsuki and giving him a subtle nod. The cashier turns around and Katsuki leans over the counter, looking at the man with lidded eyes.
“Actually, if you’d be willing to bring both of us…” Katsuki trails off, his voice a low, seductive purr. “We would love to go somewhere nice and private.”
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Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou stalk down the sidewalk toward their friend’s house, both decked out in their Halloween costumes.
It had taken some (a lot) of convincing for Eijirou to get his best friend to agree to dress up in matching costumes, but they both look damn sexy right now.
Heavy black combat boots adorn their feet, thigh high white stockings beneath, leaving only a thin line of skin visible between them and the silky, frilly red skirt that barely covers their crotches and asses. The skirts are fluffy, with black lace tulle giving them a nice, puffed shape.
Neither of them has a shirt on, leaving their perfectly toned torsos on full display, sculpted through years of rigorous dedication at the gym. Their arms are thick as well, shoulders bulky, the look accentuated by the red capes wrapped around their necks, hoods down to leave their spiky hair on display.
Katsuki’s is pale blonde, wild and untamed in its natural explosive design, while Eijirou’s is a vibrant red and carefully tamed with gel. They both have eyes with blood red irises complimented by the red of their capes and skirts.
Katsuki has a small scowl on his lips per usual, while Eijirou has a broad grin on his lips, showing off the ends of his sharply filed teeth. The final piece for their costumes is held loosely over their shoulders; cheap, very fake axes, to avoid having cops called on them or some bullshit.
When they reach the upscale, modern house of Todoroki Shouto, they storm up to the door, which Katsuki kicks open, making Eijirou snort and shake his head.
Shouto looks over from across the room, mismatched red and white hair above gray and turquoise eyes, and he sighs at their antics as they stalk inside.
Eijirou snickers as he shuts the door behind them, and they walk over to where their friend Sero Hanta is dressed as Spiderman, mask pulled up to the top of his head so he can sip at something in a red solo cup.
The two men beside Shouto immediately look at the newcomers, both tilting their heads as they eye-fuck the two men across the open living space.
These two are Todoroki Touya and Natsuo, Shouto’s older brothers.
Natsuo is twenty-three, tall and broadly muscled, with lightly wavy white hair and gray eyes. Touya is slender and a bit shorter than Natsuo, and twenty-eight years old. He has white hair as well, but his is wild and not at all dissimilar to the blonde his bright turquoise eyes are roaming over.
All three of the brothers are dressed as vampires, with little lines of fake blood at the corner of their mouth, black slacks, and loose white button-ups, the top few undone.
“Hey, Shou, who's that with the redhead, uh, Shitty Hair or whatever?” Touya asks casually, and Natsuo’s head tilts, eagerly listening.
“Uh, Bakugou Katsuki, and the redhead is Kirishima Eijirou,” Shouto explains, giving his brother a confused look.
“So, they’re dating?” Natsuo asks, casually sipping his beer.
“No,” Shouto says, eyeing his brothers suspiciously.
“Any idea what they’re into?” Touya questions.
“Kacchan, er, Bakugou, doesn’t like super brawny guys,” Izuku says, popping up beside them, startling the drooling brothers. “He likes to be the biggest, strongest guy in the relationship. I thought he’d told you that before.”
“I’ve never met him before,” Touya says, biting his lip as he tilts his head, looking the blonde over with lidded eyes. Shouto and Izuku exchange confused looks.
“What about Kirishima?” Natsuo asks, and at least his question makes sense, as he has actually never met either of them.
“Well, he likes manliness, so anything that could be portrayed that way is good for him,” Izuku says, shrugging.
“Right,” Touya says, nodding slowly. “Fuck. I need a wolf costume.”
He rushes off before the other guys can question him, eyes darting around for a suitable replacement. He spots a familiar blonde guy with a black lightning bolt dyed in his bangs; brown wolf ears atop his head and a fluffy brown tail clipped to the back loop of his jeans.
“You,” Touya says, grabbing the guy’s bicep, not remembering his name, making him squeak as he pulls him to a corner of the room. “I’ll give you 15,000¥ for your ears and tail.”
“Fuck yeah,” the guy says, pulling off his headband and tail as Touya tugs his wallet out, counting out the cash.
He hands it over, and the guy grins, giving Touya a wink before walking off. Touya ignores him, shoving the ears on his head and fumbling to clip the stupid tail on the back loop of his slacks. He untucks his button-up, trying to make himself seem a little more disheveled.
Touya looks around for a moment until he spots the blonde, now talking to some chick with angular purple hair, dressed up as some kind of punky rockstar.
He plants a cocky smirk on his lips as he saunters over, swallowing back the drool in his mouth as he gets a closer look at the guy. His chin is sharp, cheeks soft, lips plush and those fierce eyes slide to him as he approaches, making his cock twitch in his pants.
“Hey there, Little Red,” Touya says.
“Fuck off,” Katsuki says, looking back to Jirou Kyouka, who quirks a brow.
She looks Touya over and purses her lips. “Cute. You guys match.”
“I’m so glad someone noticed,” Touya says, grinning a bit wickedly. “I noticed Little Red here and just wanted to take a bite.”
Katsuki scowls and Kyouka nearly spits out her drink. She clears her throat and turns to walk off, which has Touya snickering. Katsuki groans in annoyance, ready to leave the guy as well.
“Hey, doll, I’m Touya,” the white-haired man introduces.
“Fuck off,” Katsuki snaps.
“Aw, but you’re so sexy, it’d be a waste to miss a chance to woo you,” Touya says, a teasing lilt to his voice.
Katsuki scoffs derisively. “Yeah, yeah, go tell whoever put you up to this that I agreed to fuck you and go claim your reward money.”
Touya blinks in surprise, tilting his head. “Now, why would I do that?”
“Because every year someone pulls this shit, wanting to fuck the trans dude,” Katsuki says, scowling angrily. “I ain’t a fucking kink, bastard.”
“Okay, first of all, I didn’t know any of that,” Touya says, and Katsuki gives him a highly unimpressed look.
He steps closer to the blonde, who’s nearly half a head shorter than Touya. He smirks at him, leaning in close, eyes lidding as he gets a whiff of something sweet.
“And second, it sounds to me like you’re scared of the big, bad wolf,” Touya drawls, looming closer.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, not moving even an inch. “I ain’t scared of shit.”
“Oh?” Touya says, pushing his luck as he shifts close enough to whisper in the guy’s ear. “I could just eat… you… up…”
Katsuki’s cheeks flush and he shoves at the guy’s chest. “F-fuck you.”
Touya chuckles, but shakes his head. “C’mon. I’ve got a room saved upstairs. If you don’t want me to eat you up, I would happily eat you out.”
Katsuki forces out a breath, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re not doing this for a fucking prank?”
“I’m hitting on you because you’re hot as fuck,” Touya says, raising a hand to swipe a finger over his own chest. “Cross my heart, doll.”
Katsuki gives him a considering look and then sighs. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”
“Fuck yeah!” Touya says, grabbing Katsuki’s hand and tugging him toward the staircase.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, but lets the man lead the way, flipping Eijirou off when he yells for him to “get it, man!”
Touya leads Katsuki down a long hall and into a bedroom layered in black and purple décor that has the blonde suppressing a laugh. He releases Touya’s hand to step over to the bed, cocking his head at the lacy black drape hanging from the canopy of the black bedframe.
“I knew you were an edgelord,” Katsuki muses.
Touya cackles loudly as he wraps his hands around the blonde’s hips, coaxing him into turning around so he can pull him in for a hungry kiss.
Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath, through his nose, not expecting the intensity that flares up from the simple fucking kiss. He raises his hands to Touya’s neck, holding him closer as he licks the seam of his lips. Touya eagerly opens up, their tongues meeting in the middle, the bitter taste of cinnamon highball from Touya’s earlier drinking adding a layer of heat to the exchange.
He parts from the kiss and shoves Katsuki backwards, making the blonde yelp in surprise when he falls onto the bed. His feet dangle off the end, and his eyes blow wide as he watches Touya crawl overtop him, straddling his thighs.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Touya says, leaning down to capture Katsuki’s lips again.
Katsuki has never been one to let someone else control things, he’s always wanted to be the one setting the pace. But something about being pinned down has his cunt clenching and T-dick swelling.
Touya nips at his lower lip, and Katsuki moans softly, the sound encouraging Touya to kiss across his jaw and down his throat. Katsuki lets out little shuddering breaths and whispered curses as Touya takes advantage of his shirtless state.
Touya hums appreciatively as he squeezes the blonde’s pecs, rubbing his nipples with his thumbs until they’re hard. His mouth reaches the pert buds next, and he latches on to one of them, flicking his tongue across it before sucking hard.
Katsuki gasps, hands moving down to tangle in the man’s white spikes. Touya releases the current nipple with a slick pop and switches to the other, laving it with the same attention and relishing in the sounds the blonde is making.
He shifts further down, sucking and licking along Katsuki’s abs. He presses kisses along the v of his hips, down to where the skirt starts. He bites the edge of the elastic band and tugs on it, snapping it back in place.
“Fuck,” Katsuki hisses, jolting at the sensation.
Touya chuckles, the sound deep and husky, as he slides off the end of the bed, tugging the man’s legs to pull him to the edge. He licks his lips as he leans up, lifting the man’s skirt to expose his black boxer briefs.
He presses his nose up against them, damp at the center from how wet he is, and he inhales deeply, groaning at the thick scent of Katsuki’s arousal. He loops his fingers around the tops of the underwear, pulling it down swiftly, unveiling his prize.
“Oh, I’m sorry, doll,” Touya coos as he grips the man’s powerful thighs. “I didn’t realize how badly you needed me.”
“Fuck you,” Katsuki says.
“Hush now,” Touya says, tutting disapprovingly. “I’m going to huff…” he blows a breath against Katsuki’s sex, making him gasp, “and puff…” another breath of hot air against him, “and blow your fucking mind.”
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever—” Katsuki starts, but Touya dives forward, licking up through his folds. Katsuki chokes on his own words, sputtering out an “o-oh-oh, f-fuck.”
Touya sucks on his cock, twirling his tongue around it, making Katsuki shudder and moan, his pussy clenching around nothing as his pleasure builds impossibly fast. He closes his eyes, reaching down again to grasp the man’s white hair, grinding his hips up against his face.
Touya gives his dick another little lick before moving down to thrust his tongue deeply into the man’s cunt, curling it to expertly press against his g-spot. Katsuki gasps, tugging at the man’s hair as he throws his head back.
Katsuki hadn’t been sure what to expect following the man, but the way he’s passionately curling his tongue within his inner walls has his edge approaching faster than ever before. His legs start trembling heavily and he clenches rhythmically against Touya’s tongue.
Touya grips one of Katsuki’s thighs, his other hand coming up to thrust into his pussy along with his tongue for a moment before he moves up to show his cock some more love. He sucks on the erect member, humming around it as he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out.
Katsuki cums with a shout, his entire body jolting with the shockwaves of pleasure that course through him. He grinds his cunt against Touya’s face, who delights in the movements, not relenting in his ministrations, drawing out the man’s pleasure.
When Katsuki finally slumps back down, he grunts and twitches, pushing at Touya’s head when it becomes too much. Touya releases his cock and leans back, pulling his fingers free so he can lick them clean.
He stands up, leaning over the bed to kiss the blonde, rolling his hips up against Katsuki’s core, letting the man feel how hard his dick is. Katsuki wraps his legs around Touya’s waist, pressing closer against him and Touya groans.
“Be a good boy for me, doll,” he says.
“Fuck,” Katsuki says. “Just take this fucking thing off and fuck me.”
He tugs at the skirt lifting it away from his folds, but Touya stops him there, shaking his head. “It’s fucking hot, and I want to fuck you in it.”
“Just fucking hurry up,” Katsuki says, squeezing his legs harder around Touya, rubbing his soaking folds against the man’s pants.
Touya bites Katsuki's lower lip and tugs. “I’m the wolf here, Little Red.”
Katsuki groans, nodding to the man, eyes lidded. Touya hums his approval, kissing him a bit softer before pulling his legs free so he can unbutton his pants. He soaks in the desperate look Katsuki gives him, not even blinking as he watches Touya shove his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock.
A silver ring sits at the tip, coated in precum that drips down the flushed red member. Katsuki bites his lip, spreading his legs a bit wider, the only thought on his mind how badly he wants the man’s dick inside him.
Touya smirks, slowly stroking himself, tweaking the piercing, giving the blonde a little show. He can see the way the man licks his lips like he wants a taste, but Touya isn’t interested in that right now.
Maybe next time runs through his head, and he blinks, surprised by his own thought as he’s never been one for relationships, but he quickly pushes that aside.
He stands at the foot of the bed and Katsuki starts pushing himself up further on the mattress to make room for him, but Touya shakes his head. He gives the blonde a devilish smirk as he grips his ankles, tugging him down to the very edge of the bed so his ass is barely hanging off.
“Now, I know I’m the wolf here, but I want you to howl,” Touya says, snickering at his own joke as he rubs the head of his cock along Katsuki’s slit. “Think you can do that for me, Little Red?”
“Fuck, yes,” Katsuki says, wiggling his hips, trying to coax the white-haired man into just getting the fuck on with it.
“Good boy,” Touya says, thrusting forward to fully sheathe himself in a single move.
Katsuki nearly screams, the stretch is intense, and that piercing rubs along his most sensitive nerves. Touya groans, gripping the man’s hips tightly, holding him at the end of the bed as he rolls his hips, soaking in the tight heat shrouding his dick.
Touya looks down at the man speared on his cock, licking his lips as he shifts his hands to the man’s thighs, pushing them toward his abdomen, folding him as he leans forward, sinking even deeper. He starts thrusting slowly, watching his dick move in and out, shining with slick, a delicious soft squelching sound accompanying each movement.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Touya groans.
Katsuki just nods, savoring the sensation of the man’s impressive size as he moves. The stretch of his inner walls is so fucking good, and that Reverse Prince Albert rubs along his g-spot with every movement.
When Touya finally starts moving faster, it’s like he can’t stop moving faster. He pounds harder into the man with each thrust, drilling into him quicker, leaning over the edge of the bed to get deeper.
“God, you’re tight,” Touya pants out, eyes nearly rolling back as Katsuki clenches around him.
“You’re fucking huge,” Katsuki retorts, and Touya huffs out a breathy laugh.
“Fuck, Katsuki,” Touya groans, not even realizing that he’s just used someone’s real name during sex for the first time.
He reaches down to roughly jostle Katsuki’s T-dick, and the blonde cries out as he’s pushed over the edge, back arching as he cums, soaking Touya’s cock in more heat.
Touya curses loudly and pulls out, roughly shoving the blonde further up the bed and flipping him. Katsuki is still dazed, easily allowing himself to be pulled onto all fours, barely even registering the shift until Touya rams back into his pussy.
“Touya!” Katsuki shouts, pushing back to meet each movement.
The white-haired man groans, gripping the blonde’s shockingly tiny waist, using it as a grip to help tug the man against his dick with every move. This position has his balls slapping up against Katsuki’s cock with every thrust, and he moans, tilting his hips to get more contact.
Touya curses under his breath, feeling sweat trickling down his temples, doing his best to hold off on his orgasm so he can delight in this euphoric feeling for a bit longer.
But Katsuki can’t stop the way his entire body vibrates as he cums again, cursing loudly as drool trickles past his lips and his cunt gushes out more of his release. There’s so much now that it’s dripping down his thighs and onto Touya’s legs, creating a wet slap that echoes around the room.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Touya groans.
He grips Katsuki’s hips, leaning back, sitting on his heels and pulling Katsuki into his lap, legs spread over Touya’s thighs as he continues fucking up into him. He snakes a hand around the man’s front, rubbing Katsuki’s cock.
The blonde gasps, still dazed, but starts to bounce, and Touya eagerly adjusts to meet his downward movements, slamming up into him as hard as he can. The blonde is a twitching, moaning mess, his pussy sporadically clenching as the waves of bliss continually surge through him.
Touya kisses along Katsuki’s shoulders as they move, sucking little marks into his pale flesh. He teases his teeth along his neck, grunting and groaning at the intense pleasure still building up.
“God, I’m gonna—” Touya chokes on his own spit, unable to finish his sentence.
Touya doesn’t even hesitate, opening his mouth wide and clamping his jaws down on the soft flesh between the man’s neck and shoulder. He puts just enough pressure behind the bite to make it hurt and Katsuki shouts a broken version of Touya’s name as he cums again.
That’s all Touya can take, groaning heavily around the mouthful of flesh as he fills the blonde up, feeling like he might black out from how hard he cums. It’s like his balls are emptying everything wasted on past ventures, releasing all his pent-up frustrations into the man.
When he finally stills, he can’t even move for a long moment, barely even able to unlock his jaw. He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against the blonde’s new mark, chest heaving as he attempts to regain control of his heartbeat.
Katsuki slowly pulls himself up, but Touya grips his hips, holding him down, sighing as he opens his eyes, kissing the mark.
“The fuck?” Katsuki says.
“God, you’re perfect,” Touya says.
Katsuki’s face flushes red and he quickly pulls up, cum spilling from his slit as he shifts to face the guy, giving him an annoyed look.
“Shut up,” he snarls, and he would get off the bed, if he could get his legs to cooperate.
Touya tilts his head, brows raising. “I dunno about you, but I definitely wanna do that again.”
“Shut up,” Katsuki snaps again.
“Why?” Touya asks, genuinely curious.
“I don’t just… fuck,” Katsuki says, scowling.
“Don’t do casual fucking?” Touya guesses.
“No, I fucking don’t,” Katsuki says, shuffling to the edge of the bed. “I did my T-shot this morning, so I was just extra fucking horny.”
Hurt laces through Touya and he scowls. “Oh, regretting this already, huh?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki says, using his foot to grab his underwear and tugging it up his legs. “Should’ve known better than to sleep with my fucking crush.”
“Wait,” Touya says, blinking. “Crush? We’ve never met before.”
Katsuki scoffs loudly. “Right. We definitely haven’t hung out every weekend for the past fucking year since I moved here.”
Touya blinks again. “Uh.”
“That’s what I fucking thought,” Katsuki says, grimacing as his briefs squish the leaking cum up against his skin. “Fucking Shitty Hair and his stupid fucking wingman bullshit.”
“Wait, seriously, we’ve met before?” Touya says, standing up in front of the blonde.
“Fuck off,” Katsuki says, shoving him to the side as he gets up, legs wobbly. “I’m Blasty, you fucking idiot.”
“What!” Touya shouts, eyes going wide. “No way. Blasty is a nerd who wears baggy pants and oversized hoodies. He’s got thick black glasses and wears beanies and always has his nose shoved in a book.”
“And I come here every fucking weekend,” Katsuki hisses venomously. “We’ve had entire fucking conversations, asshole. So fuck off, and don’t talk to me again.”
Touya sputters, totally surprised by his own dumbassery, but he rushes to the door before Katsuki can open it, shoving himself between it and the blonde.
“Wait, please,” Touya says. “Fuck, I… I’m a fucking idiot, okay? But this was fucking amazing, and I want to do it again.”
Katsuki’s nostrils flare. “Move, or I will break your nose.”
“Date me,” Touya blurts out.
“I’m not going to date you just so you can fuck me again,” Katsuki snaps.
“I swear, I will woo the fuck outta you,” Touya says. “Shit, doll, Blasty, give me a chance?”
“Give me one good reason why I should do that,” Katsuki says, crossing his arms.
“Because I’ve never wanted to beg someone to stay before,” Touya says.
Katsuki gives him a suspicious look, but after a moment, he sighs. “Fine.”
“Can I kiss you again?” Touya asks. “Please?”
Katsuki leans up to kiss him, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, Touya’s own arms snaking around his middle. Katsuki melts into it, hating how badly he wants this to work out.
Touya hums a contented sound. “It’s a Christmas miracle.”
Katsuki breaks away to laugh. “It’s Halloween, moron.”
“But we’ll be engaged by Christmas at this rate,” Touya says.
Katsuki scoffs. “You still gotta fucking prove yourself.”
“I’m thinking a black silicone band with fire opal, so you can wear it at the gym,” Touya says, pursing his lips, leaning his back against the door, pulling Katsuki against him.
“Fuck off,” Katsuki says, trying to fight back the blush on his cheeks.
“No, I liked that nerdy little shit,” Touya says. “But I thought he was straight. Now that I know how much you like my cock, I’m gonna keep you around.”
“Quit sayin’ that like I don’t have a fuckin’ choice,” Katsuki hisses.
Touya scoffs. “I’m determined, doll, I ain’t gonna let you get away that easy.”
He smirks, leaning in to kiss the bite mark he’d left on the man’s shoulder. “And I know you like being dominated.”
Katsuki’s face flushes a vibrant red hue. “You still owe me a hell of a fucking date for not knowing who I fucking was, asshole.”
“Okay,” Touya agrees easily. “Now, where do you think we should go for our honeymoon?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Todoroki Touya was six years old when his school first held a mandatory soulmate course, that went over the history of soulmates as they had suddenly appeared hundreds of years ago. The origin of them is something no one could fully understand.
Soulmates are identified by matching marks on their bodies, something that shows up during one's teen years, like a tattoo that will simply fade into existence on one’s body. Sometimes it’s large, other times it’s so small that a person needs help finding it.
Less than 1% of the planet’s population is markless.
Everyone was excited to get their soulmark, to use it to track down their ‘other half’ so they could figure out how their lives were meant to meld together.
Because everyone has a soulmate.
—
Twenty-seven-year-old Touya enters Eraser Head Ink as he does every Monday through Saturday.
Touya is average height at 180cm, lightly muscular and toned. His ears are lined in black studs, an industrial on his right ear, and 10mm gauges in either side with large red fangs through them. He has three piercings in his lower lip, dimple studs, and three studs in his left nostril.
He is, of course, covered in quite a bit of ink, almost entirely done by his mentor and boss, Aizawa Shouta, every piece custom designed by Touya himself.
His left arm is coated in blue flames from his bicep down to the back of his hand, wrapping all the way around.
His right shoulder sports a large green and gray grenade surrounded by pink Sakura flowers that wrap his entire bicep.
He has ‘FUCK OFF’ tattooed across his knuckles in bold black English letters, outlined in bright orange.
His spine from the back of his neck down to his tailbone is covered in a traditional Japanese floral design with bursts of red flowers throughout.
On his left outer thigh is a quote surrounded by vines and bleeding red roses, ‘A soulmate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there with you forever, no matter what,’ meant as a reminder of the importance of soulmates.
Aizawa is already inside, so Touya shoves the door open with his shoulder, careful not to jostle the hot travel mug of coffee in his hand.
“Morning,” Aizawa says in his usual monotone.
The man has long, curly black hair done up in a loose bun at the nape of his neck. His eyes are black, lined with heavy eyebags that clearly showcase his need for something stronger than coffee. Like Touya, he’s also covered in a significant amount of ink, though he only has piercings in his ears.
“Morning,” Touya grumbles back.
Touya always leaves his small office/station room in perfect order, but he still wipes his table down again before his first client shows up.
This day is pretty slow, he has one client coming in for a soulmark enhancing tattoo—something many people do.
Tattooing over a soulmark is a taboo that many people refuse to do, Touya included, but enhancers are designs added around the soulmark, but never over it.
Touya sighs and sets his coffee down as he pulls out the designs he’s been working on for his client. The man had supplied only that his mark is a circular shape and approximately 18cm in diameter on his back. He wants simple black flowers and vines around the design, so Touya has been working up a few things for the guy to compare.
At 11am on the dot, the doorbell jingles and Touya walks out of his office to greet the man.
“Midoriya Izuku?” Touya questions as he steps closer to the front counter.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the man confirms, nodding his head of wild curly green hair. His wide, bright green eyes are full of excitement as he looks at Touya. “Do I pay now or after?”
“Half now, half when it’s done,” Touya says.
The man nods enthusiastically and pulls out his wallet, flipping through some bills before handing Touya half of their previously agreed upon price.
“This way,” Touya says as he turns and leads the way to his room. “I’ve worked out three different ideas of what you might like.”
He spreads the three works across his desk for the other man to inspect.
“These are amazing,” Midoriya says, smiling excitedly as he leans closer.
Touya hums his agreement, fully aware of his own skill.
“I like this one best,” the man says, pointing to the more traditional design.
“Okay,” Touya says, picking up the sheet. “I’ll get this printed out in a transfer sheet. Take your shirt off. I’ll be right back.”
The man nods and Touya makes his way across the shop to the main office and printer. He hums along with the rock music playing overhead. Something he’d quickly learned about Aizawa when he’d started working here nearly ten years earlier is that his perpetually exhausted mentor has surprisingly good taste in music.
The printer finishes and Touya makes his way back with the original in hand. Midoriya is shirtless as instructed, but he’s seated on the edge of the padded table and Touya cocks a brow at the man.
“You’ve gotta lie down on your stomach for me to put this on,” Touya explains.
“Oh, right,” Midoriya says. “Sorry, this is my first tattoo, I’m nervous.”
“It’s fine,” Touya says with a huff, fighting against his instinctive response to roll his eyes.
He grabs his wipes and pulls his stool up to the side of the table before looking down at the soulmark and freezing.
Midoriya Izuku’s mark is a half-red, half-white fire and ice ying-yang wrapped in green vines on the center of his upper back.
“Holy shit,” Touya says.
“Is something wrong?” Midoriya asks, craning his neck to try to see his own back.
“Have you met your soulmate?” Touya asks, still staring down at the mark.
“No,” Midoriya says.
“I know who they are,” Touya says, moving his eyes to catch the man’s gaze. “I have his phone number. I know where he lives.”
Midoriya’s eyes widen. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t fucking lie about this shit,” Touya says seriously. “I can call him right fuckin’ now.”
Midoriya licks his lips as he considers. “After the tattoo.”
Touya nods and gets to work, wondering exactly what to say to his baby brother.
—
Six months after Touya introduces Shouto and Midoriya, the two move into an apartment together.
Turns out, they both attend UA University and actually shared a couple courses, but they’d never discussed soulmarks, which is shocking in a society that practically begs people to ask about them.
Touya is happy for them, really.
He shows that happiness by spending more time working to push his limits at the gym and ignoring family gatherings.
His professional social media account that doubles as his portfolio had gained hundreds of thousands of followers after Midoriya and Shouto had shared the enhancement to Midoriya’s tattoo, as well as the story of leading the two together.
Midoriya is apparently already famous online as the stepson of a film star, Yagi Toshinori.
It's been excellent for business. He now has appointments scheduled out for months.
Although under Aizawa’s strict rules, he’s required to give himself two full days off every week. He works those out around the schedules of his co-workers, Shinsou Hitoshi and Jirou Kyouka.
So, Touya’s life has changed a bit with his increased popularity.
—
Yesterday, he finished moving into his new apartment. It’s a ten-minute walk to Eraser Head’s, much better than the previous twenty-minute train ride and fifteen-minute walk from his cheap studio apartment.
His new place is modern with wooden floors and granite countertops in the kitchen. It’s a one-bedroom, but the room is large enough for him to have a desk so he can sketch at home instead of camping out overnight at the shop.
The apartment has a large bathroom with a square tub and an open shower, all tiled in grays and whites. The living room looks a bit less pleasing than he’d like, but he isn’t about to replace his old, super comfortable faded leather sofa.
He is much more excited to have a bigger bed after years of sleeping on a twin. Although admittedly, bringing the Queen mattress and bunkie boards up five flights of stairs because it wouldn’t fit in the elevator had not been a pleasant experience.
But, as Touya leaves for work after a night in his new place, he is damn proud of it.
He locks up and makes his way down the street, silently thankful for the warmth of the early fall air.
His ripped jeans tease at his thigh tattoo, and his white t-shirt shows off his hard-earned body as well as his ink.
The only coffee shop on the short walk to the parlor is a smaller place with ‘Plus Ultra Café’ written in white letters across the navy-blue awning.
Touya pushes the door open, jingling a little bell that sounds much cheerier than the one at Eraser Head’s. He steps up to the small counter, next to a glass display case that shows off various pastries.
“One second!” A deep, gruff voice yells out from the room behind the counter, no doubt leading to the kitchen that is the source of the sweet aromas filling the café.
Touya doesn’t respond, instead focusing on the black chalkboard menu behind the counter. He chews at his lower lip rings absently as he reads the coffee options. They have one drink that immediately has Touya’s attention.
“What the hell is a ‘Mexican Spiced Mocha?’” Touya calls out to whoever is in the back.
“It’s literally got a description on the fucking board, genius!” The person shouts out, their heavy footfalls storming closer as they make their way toward the front. “It’s hot chocolate with cayenne and cinnamon mixed with coffee!”
The person rounds the corner, Touya is still looking up at the board, barely noticing the flash of blonde in his periphery. The footsteps fall short and Touya turns his eyes to look at the person.
The man is a bit shorter than Touya, with pale blonde hair that fans out around his head in wild spikes. He has a sharp jaw and angular eyes, the irises a bright scarlet.
Touya turns more fully to face the guy, cocking an eyebrow at the other man’s stunned expression.
“What?” Touya snaps, not caffeinated enough for this shit.
“Nothing,” the man says, scowling as he walks the rest of the way to the cash register behind the counter. “So, you wanna try a Mexican Spiced Mocha?”
“Sure,” Touya grumbles as he pulls his wallet out.
“That’ll be 450¥,” the blonde says.
“Whatever,” Touya says, sighing as he pulls the bills out of his wallet and hands them over.
His eyes lock on the other man’s and he feels a bizarre urge to scratch his left eye. The other man blinks a few times and turns to grab a paper cup.
“Name?” The blonde grouses, holding up the cup and a marker.
Touya frowns. “The hell do you need that for?”
“I’m supposed to write the name on the cup,” the man says flatly.
“I’m the only person in here,” Touya says, narrowing his eyes at the other man.
The blonde rolls his eyes and puts the marker down. “Whatever, Patchwork.”
When he turns his back to start brewing the coffee and hot chocolate, Touya takes a moment to really take in the man. Even with the loose blue and white uniform, the man is clearly well-built.
Touya can appreciate an attractive person when he sees them, and this guy is certainly that.
“One Mexican Spiced Mocha for nameless cranky dude,” the man says as he turns around while capping the drink.
Touya takes the cup from him and sniffs it apprehensively. He takes a small sip and gives a small, surprised hum.
“Not bad, Doll Face,” Touya says.
“What the fuck did you just call me?” The barista snarls. “My name is Bakugou, asshole!”
“Says the guy who's calling me Patchwork,” Touya says, cocking a brow at the blonde.
Bakugou scowls. “Asshole.”
“Takes one to know one,” Touya says, unimpressed. “But the drink isn’t bad.”
“Whatever,” Bakugou says.
Touya rolls his eyes and makes his way to the door.
—
The next day, Touya goes to Plus Ultra again. He’d fallen behind on laundry, so he’d had to pull out an older pair of jeans that are a little too tight and he’s feeling more agitated than usual.
He shoves open the café door with a bit more force than is strictly necessary, and the bell over the door falls to the floor with a loud clatter.
“Ah, shit,” Touya says as he turns and bends over to pick it up.
“What the fu—oh,” the familiar voice behind him ends on a stunted, surprised note.
Touya straightens up and carries the bell up to the counter, a grimace on his face.
“I’ll replace it,” Touya says.
“It’s fine, I’ll hang it back up,” Bakugou says, and then he clears his throat. Touya looks up at the man, whose face is a vivid shade of red.
“You good, Doll Face?” Touya asks, eyes trailing around the flushed hue.
“Fuck off,” Bakugou snaps. “What d’you want?”
“Mexican Spiced Mocha,” Touya says as he places the exact change on the counter.
Bakugou’s face is starting to return to its usual color. “Right.”
Bakugou grabs the cup and immediately turns around to start making the drink, grumbling agitatedly under his breath. Touya eyes the man curiously. He seems almost embarrassed about something.
Touya opts to just shrug it off. He doesn’t particularly care and isn’t interested in finding out.
The door opens behind them, weirdly silent without the cheerful little jingle.
“Whoa, where’s the bell, Blasty?” A familiar voice questions.
Touya turns around to see one of his coworkers, Jirou Kyouka. She’s short and petite, with angular purple hair and black eyes.
“Oh, hey, Touya,” she says, slightly surprised.
“Kyouka,” Touya says with a nod.
“I’ve never seen you in here,” Jirou says. “This place is closer to your new apartment, huh?”
“A startling revelation,” Touya drawls.
“’Sup, Earjacks?” Bakugou says when he turns around. He sets Touya’s coffee on the counter and smirks at the purple-haired woman. “Iced Caramel Macchiato to further stunt your growth?”
“I have nothing else to lose,” Jirou says, shrugging.
Touya grabs his coffee and starts walking to the door, but Jirou stops him with a hand on his shoulder. Touya shrugs it off and turns to glare at her and she winces, having forgotten that the man doesn’t like to be touched.
“Shit, sorry,” she says, taking a step back. “I’ve got this client who wants flowers on her enhancement.”
Touya cocks a brow. “Okay.”
“Well, she wants this specific arrangement of peonies and dahlias…” Jirou trails off.
Touya nods his understanding. “Alright, give me whatever you’ve got so far when you get in and I’ll fix it.”
She gives him a smile. “Thanks, man.”
Touya just shrugs and nods on his way out.
—
Touya has to skip Plus Ultra for a few days while he helps Jirou with her redesign on top of his usual work, but the purple-haired woman brings him his Mexican Spiced Mocha every morning.
“Bakugou sends his regards,” Jirou says on the third day of no Plus Ultra as she sets his cup down on his desk.
Touya cocks his head at her. “Who?”
“The… barista?” Jirou says.
“Oh, Doll Face,” Touya says with a nod as he grabs the cup. “He called me Patchwork.”
Jirou cracks up laughing. “That’s so mean!”
“He seems like a dick,” Touya says.
“Oh, he is,” Jirou says, sniffling as she calms her mirth. “Shinsou and I went to high school with him. You get a nicer nickname over time. That’s where Shinsou’s came from.”
“What was his original Bakugou nickname?” Touya asks curiously.
“Eyebags,” Shinsou says as he walks past Touya’s door.
“Yikes,” Touya says, cringing. The man still has intense eyebags. “How’d he become Mindfuck, then?”
“Tattoos!” Shinsou yells out from the front room and Touya nods his understanding.
“Makes sense,” Touya says with a shrug.
Jirou walks out the door as she talks, “Hey, Hitoshi, do you do drugs while you do your tattoos?”
“Only the sketches,” Shinsou says. Aizawa levels him with a glare and Shinsou grins unrepentantly.
—
When Touya next goes back to Plus Ultra, the doorbell is back in its usual place. The day is warmer than usual, so Touya had opted for a black tank top and dark wash jeans for the day.
“Patchwork,” Bakugou says boredly from his spot behind the counter.
“Are you the only fucking person who works here?” Touya blurts out.
“No,” Bakugou says flatly. “Sparky works the afternoon shifts. Satou works the bakery part, but he’s always in the kitchens.”
“Using someone’s actual name, huh?” Touya cocks a brow as he sets the 450¥ on the counter. “Mexican Spiced Mocha.”
“He’s not a fucking idiot,” Bakugou says flatly.
“That must be a major compliment from you,” Touya says with a huff.
“It is,” the blonde says simply, reaching for one of the paper cups. He clears his throat, cheeks pinkening lightly. “Your tattoos are fucking cool.”
“I know,” Touya says dryly.
“Ah, fuck,” Bakugou says, scrunching his nose up. “Sorry if any are fuckin’ soulmarks.”
Touya grimaces. “Don’t have a soulmark. They’re all tattoos.”
Bakugou makes a small, surprised sound. “Huh. Never met another markless person before.”
“It’s a thrilling demographic,” Touya deadpans.
Bakugou snorts as he starts making the drink. “Right? I used to draw on myself with markers and pretend it was one.”
“That’s stupid,” Touya says. Although he had absolutely done the same thing when he was younger. “Bet your art is shit, anyway.”
“It is,” Bakugou says with a chuckle. “Were yours any good?”
“My art is always good,” Touya says defensively.
“Oh?” Bakugou drawls, smirking over his shoulder. Touya blushes, realizing his admission too late.
“Shut up,” Touya grumbles.
Bakugou huffs, amused. “Whatever. Did you draw your tattoos, then?”
“Doll Face, the only thing I didn’t do is stick the needle in my skin,” Touya says.
“Damn,” Bakugou says as he turns and puts the lid on Touya’s coffee. “Not bad, Patches.”
“I know,” Touya says, cocking a brow, like he dares the blonde to challenge him. “I did all the art on myself and only tattoo my own art on others. None of the generic bullshit people ask for. Not worth my fucking time.”
“You’re a tattoo artist?” Bakugou asks. Touya nods and the blonde takes a deep breath and exhales. “Holy shit. Anyway—you got social media or something? I’ve always wanted a tattoo.”
Touya contemplates that for a moment before nodding. “Dabi.”
Bakugou’s eyes blow wide. “Fucking seriously?”
Touya cringes and grabs his cup from the blonde’s hand before the man can accidentally crush the cup during his small existential crisis.
“You? You’re the fuckin’ soulmark artist who worked with Deku?” Bakugou asks, staring wide-eyed at the white-haired man.
Touya blinks and takes a sip of the coffee. “Shit, this is good. If I have to find a new place to get coffee because you freak the fuck out, I’mma be pissed.”
“Shut up,” Bakugou says, scrunching his nose up. “I don’t give a shit. Just can’t believe you worked with shitty Deku. Nerd’s been insufferable since meeting Half-n-Half.”
“Right,” Touya says dryly. “I’m leaving.”
“Door’s right fuckin’ there,” Bakugou says, frowning.
Touya observes his expression for a moment; the dejection and pain he understands all too well. With a sharp nod, he turns and walks out.
—
Touya doesn’t go to Plus Ultra the next day, Sunday. Partly because he doesn't have to go to Eraser Head’s, and partly because he has no idea if the café is even open on Sundays.
But on Monday, Touya pulls on a pair of black slacks and a long-sleeved, deep blue button-up. He’s supposed to be meeting his family for dinner after his shift and doesn’t want to waste time going home after work to change.
He pulls on his black sneakers because fuck formal shoes, and he makes his way out, ensuring that his door is locked behind himself.
The bell jingles when he steps into Plus Ultra, and Bakugou pops up from under the counter as he approaches, wild blonde spikes as untamed as ever.
“Patchwork,” Bakugou nods to him.
“Doll Face,” Touya says, cocking a brow as he drops his usual cash on the counter. He and Bakugou exchange equally unimpressed looks before the blonde turns and starts making the drink.
“You’re fucking busy,” the blonde grouses. “I called Eraser Head’s and got put on the list for when you start taking clients on again.”
“That’s what happens when you’re good at your job,” Touya says, his pride puffing his chest lightly.
“Right,” Bakugou says, shrugging as he turns.
He leans lightly over the counter to pass Touya his drink and the light catches the man’s scarlet eyes at a new angle.
Touya swiftly moves the coffee out of the way and grabs the blonde’s sharp chin, tugging him closer as the man gasps lightly in surprise. Touya narrows his eyes, glaring at the man as he observes his irises.
There, inside the man’s left iris, is a barely noticeable pale white circlet around his pupil. Touya clicks his tongue and shoves the guy’s face away. Bakugou is bright red and for once in his life, he’s at a loss for words.
Touya grabs his coffee and takes a sip.
“Your soulmark is in your left iris,” Touya says flatly before turning and leaving the café.
—
Once again swamped with large pieces needing to be done, Touya doesn’t go into Plus Ultra the next day. But at 9:00am sharp, Jirou rolls into Eraser Head’s with two cups of coffee and a massive grin on her face.
“You changed his life, Touya!” Jirou practically screams.
Touya drops his pencil and flexes his hands, willing himself to not smack the excessive volume from her face.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Touya snaps.
Jirou hands him his coffee, carefully avoiding the papers on his desk.
He places a protective plastic sheet over them and leans over it while he sips his drink with two hands.
“Bakugou,” Jirou clarifies. “You noticed the soulmark in his iris. I spent, like, half of my night in his apartment taking pictures of his eye so he could see it.”
“Got ‘em with you?” Touya asks.
It’s no secret to anyone that he enjoys looking at soulmarks. He’s one of the few people in the area who can rapidly identify the difference between a soulmark and a tattoo without needing special instruments.
“You know it,” Jirou says as she pulls her phone out.
She scrolls through her pictures and clicks one before handing the phone over. Touya looks closely, zooming in as far as the phone will allow.
The shape is fascinating—the ring itself has jagged edges that mimic an explosion, but it has small cracks with what looks like flames and smoke rolling out.
“Badass,” Touya says as he hands the phone back.
“Think you could draw up a larger version if I sent the images to you?” Jirou asks.
“He wants the design tattooed somewhere else,” Touya says, it isn’t a question.
“Yup,” Jirou says, tapping away at her phone. “There, I emailed all the pictures to you.”
“You owe me,” Touya says, leveling her with a glare. “It’s hard to see. It’ll take a while with all the other shit I’ve gotta do.”
“That’s fine,” Jirou says, waving him off. “You’re booked out for months and he’s already on your list. He’ll never admit it, but he’s about ready to pay anything to get your tattoo on him.”
“Whatever,” Touya grumbles before chugging the last half of his drink.
“No, really,” Jirou says, voice much softer. “I’ve known him for years. He was a bigger asshole in high school, and eventually I found out it was because he thought not having a mark meant he wasn’t wanted or something.”
Touya takes a breath to attempt to calm himself before glaring at her. “Yeah, I’m perfectly fucking aware of how shitty it is to not have a soulmark. Your doll faced friend is lucky that someone finally noticed it.”
Touya has the next day off work, so he stays in and pulls the images of Bakugou’s soulmark up on his computer, adjusting the size and altering the image to make the mark more clearly visible.
With the alterations, it’s easier to see that the mark covers nearly the entire iris.
Touya diligently drafts the stunningly intricate mark out onto his sketchpad.
It’s a circular pattern in a pale white, only just visible inside the scarlet orb it resides in. It wraps in a circle around the pupil, a little ring with jagged edges, flames and smoke curling around the entire thing.
—
Touya pushes open the door to Plus Ultra with his sketchpad tucked under his arm, the bell once again jingling merrily above him.
“One second!” Bakugou’s voice calls out from the back room.
“Whatever,” Touya says, voice still gravelly with sleep as he approaches the counter. He sets the sketch pad down and rubs at his eyes as he yawns.
“Whoa, you look like shit today,” Bakugou says as he makes his way to the counter.
“Thanks, Doll Face,” Touya deadpans.
“I ain’t gonna lie,” Bakugou says boredly, crossing his arms.
“Fair enough,” Touya says, shrugging and dropping 450¥ on the counter.
Bakugou grunts and turns to make his Mexican Spiced Mocha. Touya picks his sketchbook back up and flips through the pages until he reaches the one with Bakugou’s soulmark.
He stares at it blankly as the blonde makes his drink. Looking at the design brings a weird pang to his heart that he can’t properly discern.
“The fuck’s that?” Bakugou asks as he places Touya’s cup on the counter.
Touya picks up his coffee and holds the sketchpad out. “Your soulmark.”
“Oh,” Bakugou breathes out.
He reaches out and takes the pad with slightly shaky hands. He stares at it with an awed expression in his ruby eyes.
After a solid minute of silence, Touya clears his throat. “I can email the design to you. I don’t give away my sketches.”
“Okay,” Bakugou says, still entranced by the drawing. “This is fucking insane. I still can’t believe I have a mark.”
Touya snorts. “Congrats on the new demographic.”
Bakugou huffs and carefully closes the sketchpad before handing it back to Touya. “Thanks. This… means a lot to me.”
The blonde gives Touya a genuine smile that makes his heart clench painfully.
Naturally, Touya reacts to his body’s attempt at emotions by scoffing and taking the sketchpad back, tucking it under his arm.
“Whatever,” Touya says before sipping his coffee. “Do you know where you want it?”
“I was thinking around my wrist,” Bakugou says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want any enhancements on it, and it’d be easy for me to see it there.”
Touya shrugs. “Makes sense.”
He stares at the blonde for a few moments, feeling his heart swell with more feeling than it has any right to for a man with a soulmark.
Touya sighs. “Be at Eraser Head’s on Friday at 6pm.”
Bakugou blinks. “Huh?”
“For your tattoo,” Touya explains. He rolls his eyes at Bakugou’s surprised expression. “Just be there, Doll Face.”
Touya turns and walks out the door, not sparing a glance back at the stunned blonde.
He makes his way to Eraser Head’s, finishing his coffee before he steps inside. He tosses the empty cup in the bin and goes straight to the primary printer/scanner to digitize Bakugou’s soulmark.
As the mark is scanned in, showing up on his phone as it’s automatically saved to his entire online storage system, Touya wonders why looking at it makes him hurt.
—
Friday at 6:00pm, Touya sits at the front desk at Eraser Head’s, relaxing on the office chair, head tilted back as he lightly bobs his head and sings under his breath to the music. He’s the last person left in the shop, just waiting on Bakugou.
Touya cracks his eyes open after a couple songs finish and glances at the clock on the far wall. 6:09pm. Touya cracks his neck and stands up.
If Bakugou isn’t going to show, Touya will just deep clean the shop while he has the chance.
He stands up and suddenly feels like eyes are on him. He glances around the shop, even with the overhead lights on, the slowly darkening sky makes him feel like shadows are closing in. He can feel his breathing increase as his heart starts pounding.
“Fuck,” Touya wheezes. He pulls out his phone and dials Shouto’s number, barely holding the phone up with his shaking hands.
“Hello,” his youngest brother says in his usual monotone.
“Shou, I can’t fucking breathe,” Touya says, voice tight with panic.
“Oh, shit,” Shouto says, rustling sounding over the phone. “Where are you? Do you have your anxiety medication with you?”
Touya speaks through gritted teeth. “I haven’t had a panic attack in over a year. I don’t have a single fucking thing with me.”
“Are you at home or Eraser Head’s?” Shouto asks, and Touya can hear a door closing.
“Eraser’s,” Touya wheezes, his chest feels dangerously tight.
“I’ll be there in ten,” Shouto says. “I’m gonna drive, so I’m going to hang up now.”
“Fuck,” Touya says as he hangs up, panting heavily.
He drops his phone and leans across the countertop, gripping the edge tightly and pressing his forehead to the cool marble.
He tries to focus on his breathing—in for five, hold for five, out for five. Repeat.
He doesn’t look up when the door swings open. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, but he feels completely drained. His knuckles are white-tight on the counter and his legs feel useless.
The voice that speaks is decidedly not Shouto, however.
“Fuck, what’s going on, Patches?” Bakugou asks as he steps up to the counter.
“Fuck off,” Touya says weakly.
“Should I call an ambulance or something?” Bakugou asks, reaching out to touch Touya’s hands.
“Touya!” Shouto yells before he even opens the door. The bell jingles and the half-white, half-red haired man is at Touya’s side before the door finishes closing, rubbing small circles on his upper back. “What happened?”
“Eyes,” Touya breathes.
“Okay,” Shouto says calmly. “It’s just me and… wait, Bakugou?”
“Fucking Half-n-Half,” the blonde says, scowling. “He’s having a panic attack?”
“Yeah,” Shouto confirms. “Touya, I called Natsuo, he’s on his way.”
“Great,” Touya grumbles, breathing still shaky.
“Okay, we need a distraction,” Shouto mumbles as he runs through ideas in his head.
“A grenade, huh?” Bakugou grouses, reaching out to trace the tattoo visible through the cutoff sleeve on Touya’s right shoulder. “I’m on the UA boxing team, and my stage name is Dynamight.”
“Oh, right,” Shouto says, nodding to Bakugou. “Izuku talks about that a lot.”
Bakugou scowls. “Whatever. How the fuck d’you know Patchwork?”
“He’s my elder brother,” Shouto says and Bakugou’s eye twitches.
“Jesus, shut up,” Touya groans.
Shouto smiles and Bakugou snickers softly, the distraction is clearly working.
“Are you one of Touya’s clients?” Shouto asks curiously.
“I’m late, but that's why I was coming here,” Bakugou says, grimacing at his own tardiness. “I got held up at the fuckin’ gym with Shitty Hair. Shoulda been here at 6:00.”
The doorbell jingles and Touya doesn’t even register the tall, broad-shouldered white-haired man that enters the shop until he’s tugging Touya away from the counter and pushing him back down into the office chair.
“What the fuck, Natsu?” Touya snaps as fiercely as possible.
“None of that,” Natsuo says as he grabs Touya’s wrist to take his pulse. “I’m your friendly neighborhood paramedic, and I’m not gonna take your shit, Touy.”
“Friendly my ass,” Touya grumbles.
Natsuo ignores him and clicks on his penlight, “Look straight ahead.”
Touya blinks and squints at the brightness.
“Knock it off, asshole,” Natsuo chides. Touya forces his eyes wider and Natsuo moves closer, tilting his head curiously. “Hey… um, Shou, do you see that?”
Shouto steps closer to look at Touya’s face and his eyes widen slightly in surprise. Natsuo hums and clicks his light off.
“The fuck are you assholes looking at?” Touya asks, blinking away the new spots in his vision.
“Shut up,” Natsuo says as he pulls his phone out. “Hold still.”
“Fuck you,” Touya snaps.
Natsuo levels him with a glare. “I will knock your ass out if you try to fight me on this, Touya.”
Touya snaps his jaw shut and scowls. Natsuo nods and hands his penlight to Shouto, instructing him to turn it on and angle it a specific way. The paramedic then pulls out his phone and takes a series of pictures with the flash on.
“Get him some water while I look at this,” Natsuo says as he reclaims his pen light.
Shouto hurries off to the small break room while the middle Todoroki brother looks intently at the images on his phone.
“Here, it’s super faint and hard to see,” Natsuo says, holding his phone out.
Touya takes the offered device and blinks at the picture of his left eye. He furrows his brow and opens the image up in the phone’s editing app.
He zooms in, adjusts the saturation and brightness, and stares blank-faced at the very, very familiar soulmark.
“Here’s some water,” Shouto says, holding out a water bottle. Touya nods, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the image. “Do you recognize it?”
Natsuo makes a sound of surprise. “Whoa, do you?”
“You good there, Patches?” Bakugou asks, still standing at the other side of the counter.
Touya’s eyes snap up to meet the other man’s concerned expression. Touya bites his lower lip and leans forward to place Natsuo’s phone on the counter.
Bakugou looks at it and blinks once; twice. He turns his gaze back up to meet Touya's.
Both men have wide eyes as they stare at each other in awe.
“That’s your soulmark,” Bakugou says; Touya nods once.
“Holy shit,” Natsuo whispers. “Shouto, we should leave. Grab my phone and send him the picture.”
“Right,” Shouto whispers back.
The two not-so-quietly leave the shop and Bakugou and Touya continue to stare at each other.
Bakugou makes the first move, rounding the counter and stepping up to Touya. He leans down over the seated man and gently cups the tattooed man’s lax jaw in one hand as he angles his face up and looks into his turquoise eyes.
The blonde pouts, unable to see it. He moves closer, until his breath tickles Touya’s lips.
Overwhelmed by the sudden proximity of the man he’s been crushing on for the past couple of weeks and the knowledge that the man also happens to be his soulmate, the one person who will be his perfect half…
Touya tilts his head slightly and presses his lips to Bakugou’s.
Bakugou stiffens for a fraction of a second and then kisses him back. Their eyes flutter shut as their hands move up to pull each other closer.
The kisses are chaste and soft, tentative first kisses from two people who have spent years believing they would never have a moment like this.
When they break apart for air, they stay close. Bakugou opens his eyes first, Touya a moment later, and they both gasp lightly.
Their soul marks have changed—not all that unusual, but for two people like themselves, it’s stunning to see.
The once faint, barely visible mark is now an explosion of color—orange twisting with pale blue, speckles of red and white all along it.
“Holy fuck,” Bakugou breathes.
“It’s beautiful,” Touya says.
“Guess this means you’ll let me take you on a date, hah?” The blonde says, laughing a little breathlessly.
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Bakugou Katsuki grumbles as he walks, his shitty, coffee soaked shirt in hand. His pale blonde hair is wild, speckled with more of the brown bean juice. His black tank top is basically sealed against his front, leaving the outline of the usually concealed inner binding layer obviously visible.
He’s following after a guy he would very reluctantly consider a friend. The guy is silent as he goes, his own left shoulder soaked in coffee, some splashes in the white portion of his bicolored hair, split straight down the middle, red on the clean side.
Todoroki Shouto looks back at Katsuki, his mismatched turquoise and gray eyes locking with Katsuki’s scarlet ones, which are burning with indignance.
“It’s just up this path,” Shouto says.
“Whatever,” Katsuki grouses, his voice deep and laced with a growl.
The blonde wishes he could say he’s surprised when Shouto turns up the path to a massive, traditional style home, but he’s not. He knows the guy’s father is some ultra-rich CEO.
Shouto slides open the front door a little harshly and it bangs open. Before Katsuki can even step up into the genkan, a deep voice yells out “SHOUTO!” the name is drawn out, exaggerated, and Shouto sighs in annoyance.
A moment later, a slightly older man rounds the corner, a shit-eating grin on his face. He’s got the same pale skin as Shouto, and he’s a little taller, with snow white hair and bright turquoise irises.
His skin is coated in tattoos, all black, pale blue, and plum purples, snaking up his toned, shirtless torso, over both shoulders, down his strong arms to the backs of his hands. It curls up over his throat as well, ending up along the lower portion of his jaw, leading up to his face full of piercings.
Shark bite rings in his lower lip, three studs in his earlobes and rings all up his helixes, three tiny studs in his left nostril, barbells in both of his eyebrows.
“How’d I do?” The guy asks, planting his hands on his hips. “I’ve been practicing.”
"You're impossible, Touya," Shouto says, moving to the side so that Katsuki can step in beside him.
As soon as Touya’s gaze lands on Katsuki, his eyes blow wide. He clenches his jaw in an effort to not let it drop as he soaks in the man’s stunning face, gorgeous even with those pink lips twisted in a scowl.
Katsuki, on the other hand, has no qualms checking the elder man out.
"You get into a fight with a Sharpie and a stapler?" The blonde questions, voice deep and gruff, and Touya is in love.
“Todoroki Touya,” the tattooed man says, not offering his hand, just a smirk that is borderline psychotic.
“Didn’t fucking ask, Patchwork,” Katsuki grouses.
Touya’s grin widens and he eyes the stained boys before him. “Did a coffee machine explode?”
“Some bastard ordered the wrong fucking thing and decided it was my fucking fault,” Katsuki snarls angrily as he kicks his shoes off.
“So, Shouto was being kind and offered to help you out, so sweet,” Touya coos.
“No, he is the one who made the fucking drink,” Katsuki says, glaring at the bicolored man.
“I also got wet,” Shouto says, gesturing to his sleeve.
“I will fucking kill you,” Katsuki growls.
Touya snickers. “You can try, but us Todorokis are hard to kill.”
“I’m determined,” Katsuki says flatly.
“Stop flirting,” Shouto says tiredly.
Katsuki’s eyes go wide and his upper cheeks flush pink. “I—I am not fucking flirting!”
“I am,” Touya says cheerfully. “Come on, Doll, I think my clothes would fit you better than my scrawny little brother’s.”
“Fuck off,” Shouto says, annoyed.
Katsuki, however, throws his soaked shirt in Shouto’s face and looks to Touya as he steps into a pair of guest slippers. “Well? Fucking hurry up.”
Touya smirks, pleased, and spins on his heel to lead the way to his bedroom. Katsuki flips Shouto off as he follows, the bicolored boy returns the gesture.
Katsuki eyes the Todoroki house as they go, taking in the traditional styles all throughout the place, rice paper in the sliding doors, tatami mats, and classical ink artwork of samurai.
Touya’s room is one of the larger, as he’s the eldest sibling and had claimed dibs on it a long time ago. While he does have his own little studio apartment closer to the city, he’s always maintained his room here for convenience.
“This looks about your size,” Touya says, tossing a shirt to Katsuki.
The blonde grunts and looks around. “Bathroom?”
Touya gives him a curious look, but points to a door attached to his room. Katsuki nods and heads in there, shutting the door behind himself.
He peels his tank top up and unclasps the binder portion, immediately taking in a deep breath as his lungs are able to fully expand. He peels the drenched fabric off, his small breasts coming free.
He avoids looking at them in the mirror; even small as they are, they’re breasts and he hates them.
There’s a sheen of coffee on his skin though, and he looks around for a washcloth, finding one in the little closet and quickly wetting it so he can wipe himself down.
“Oh, I found this!” Touya’s voice shouts moments before the door is shoved open.
Katsuki’s arms fly up to cross over his chest as indignance and shame flush his cheeks a vibrant red. “Do you know how to fucking knock!?”
“Oh, sorry,” Touya says, holding out the white fabric in his hands. “I know it’s not the same thing, but it’s a compression tank. Figured it might help.”
Katsuki’s whole body freezes and he blinks at the man, who just holds the item out, a small smile on his lips. The blonde slowly reaches out with one hand to take the tank top, feeling his chest tightening up in a new way.
“Thanks,” he says, voice rougher than usual.
“Lemme know if you want a hoodie or whatever on top of that,” Touya says, and then leaves the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.
Katsuki pulls the tank on, it definitely isn’t that great as it’s a mild compression, but it’s miles better than nothing at all. He pulls the t-shirt on over top of it, snorting out a soft laugh when he looks in the mirror and sees the bold ‘FUCK OFF’ in English along the front.
“So edgy,” he muses, and then gathers up his tank top and the washcloth and steps out of the room.
Touya looks up from where he was lazily lounging on his bed and gives the blonde a lopsided grin. “Looks good on you, Doll.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” the blonde says, nose scrunching up. “Name’s Bakugou Katsuki.”
“Sure thing, Doll,” Touya says cheerfully, sitting up and pocketing his phone while the blonde glowers at him.
“You’re an asshole,” Katsuki says dryly.
“Yes,” Touya agrees easily.
“You seriously need to learn personal space,” Katsuki adds.
“Probably,” Touya says, shrugging. “Does that binder need hand washing, or will it work on a gentle cycle?”
Katsuki furrows his brows. “Hand only. I’ll wash it at home.”
“We’ve got a tub in the laundry room,” Touya says, cocking a brow.
Katsuki grimaces slightly. “I don’t… not a lot of people know.”
“Oh,” Touya says, blinking.
“I don’t know how the fuck you know, but you need to keep your fucking mouth shut,” Katsuki says, scowling heavily. “I’m fucking serious, Patchwork.”
“I just noticed your binder,” Touya says, shrugging. “I’ve got a couple of trans friends. I guess I just notice that shit.”
Katsuki calms a little at that, but he still hates the simmering shame inside of him, knowing that someone found out the secret he’s tried hard to hide over the years.
“Just show me where the fucking laundry room is,” he grumbles.
“Sure thing, Doll,” Touya chirps.
“I told you not to call me that,” the blonde snaps.
“Whatever you say, Katsuki,” Touya says and the younger nearly trips over his own feet as his face flushes a bright red.
“Wh-what the fuck!?” He says, voice pitched up in embarrassment.
Touya just hums, amused, and continues leading the way to the laundry room. Katsuki growls under his breath, but follows after the man who is somehow an absolute asshole and weirdly considerate. He’s a walking, talking, smirking oxymoron.
The laundry room is fully tiled, the machines modern and sleek, with a large washing basin to one side, a washboard hung next to it, and a series of clothes lines beneath little dryer fans in the ceiling.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki mutters and Touya snorts.
“Right? Wish I had this shit in my apartment,” he says as he opens a cupboard above a long counter and pulls out a box of washing soap for sensitive skin. “Need any help?”
“Fuck off,” Katsuki says, swiping the box from him and crossing the room to go to the sink.
Touya gives a considering hum. “Okay.”
Katsuki ignores him as he turns the water on, making sure it’s cold, but not too cold, and then adding in a little of the washing powder.
He scrubs the top carefully between his hands, rolling it until the water is a faded brown color. He drains the basin and refills it, repeating the process a second time before rinsing it thoroughly and then draining the sink.
He turns to hang the binder up and nearly drops it when he sees Touya there, leaning against the counter by the washer and dryer.
“What the fuck?” He blurts out.
Touya just looks up from where he’d been scrolling through social media on his phone. “I made hot chocolate.”
He points to the two steaming mugs on the counter beside him and Katsuki’s eye twitches. He scowls as he moves to hang his tank top up, trying to clip it up so it looks like a normal tank top. He flips the switch on the wall for the fans and is surprised at how silent they are.
Touya shoves his phone in his pocket and grabs the mugs, moving over to Katsuki’s side and tapping his elbow against the blonde’s, gathering his attention.
““Wanna go sit down and watch a shit movie?” Touya asks, and then takes a sip of his cocoa, holding the other out to the blonde.
“Why would I want to watch a shitty movie?” Katsuki questions, bewildered, as he takes the offered mug.
“So that you can make fun of it, obviously,” Touya says.
Katsuki blinks slowly. “Okay.”
“Good choice, Katsuki,” Touya says, and the blonde blushes again, but bites his tongue against another retort as he follows the guy out to the living room.
Touya flops down on the couch and pats the space right next to him, so Katsuki sits on the opposite end, as far from the tattooed man as possible. Touya pouts, but grabs the remote and turns on some horrible movie about zombie beavers.
When the first horribly made puppet zombie beaver pops up on screen Katsuki snorts, and when it leaps at a person and bites into their throat, the blonde throws his head back and laughs.
Touya smirks, eyes crinkling as he soaks up the sound, using the blonde’s distraction to inch closer and closer to the shorter man.
Katsuki isn’t an idiot though, and he notices the tattooed man ebbing closer. His heart thuds with each scoot over, and he finds himself biting back grins at how satisfied the man looks, thinking he’s getting away with it.
When Touya is just close enough, Katsuki swats him upside the head. “You ain’t sly, Patches.”
Touya laughs and grins at the blonde. “So, you like me getting close, eh?”
“Sh-shut up, I didn’t fucking say that,” Katsuki says, scrunching his nose up.
Touya hums thoughtfully. “See, now, I think you’re the type of person who would’ve shoved me to the floor if you didn’t want me this close.”
The tattooed man drops all pretenses at being a shitty ninja and turns fully to face the blonde, leaning in closer, eyes lidding. “I think you find me as interesting as I find you.”
Katsuki swallows thickly. “So what if I do?”
“Date me,” Touya says.
Katsuki’s eyebrows raise. “Date you?”
“Yeah,” Touya says, nodding, a grin tugging his lips up. Katsuki pretends that he needs any amount of time at all to consider that. “Fine.”
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Organization for Transformative Works
Four friends walk along the campus grounds of the renowned UA University in Musutafu, Japan. It’s a lovely summer day, the sun warm on their skin as they go, the breeze light and refreshing, carrying the scent of the flowers planted around the elaborate complex of buildings.
Bakugou Katsuki leads the small group by a handful of steps, his uniform jacket and bag alike slung over his shoulder, his spiky, pale blonde hair lightly tapping against it, having grown longer over the years. A few strands fan across his forehead, resting above his angular scarlet eyes.
To his left is Kirishima Eijirou, who is a little shorter than Katsuki, with bright dyed red hair spiked up toward the sky, a sleek undercut showing his black roots. His face holds a bright grin that shows off sharp teeth and lightly crinkles his warm crimson eyes.
On Katsuki’s other side is Sero Hanta, a tall, lanky man with black hair in a shaggy mullet. His black eyes hold a glint of mischief and humor as always, and he has one arm slung around the last man’s shoulders.
Kaminari Denki is the shortest of the four, with bright blonde hair perfectly styled to show off the black lightning bolt clip in his bangs. His copper eyes are as playful as Hanta’s, and he laughs as Hanta teases him about being so angry.
“Yeah, c’mon, man, you need to find a way to de-stress,” Denki teases.
“Shut up,” Katsuki snaps, his usual gruff retort, which just makes the other three laugh.
“Hey, they’re just lookin’ out for you, bro,” Eijirou says, skipping a step to fall in line next to Katsuki.
“Yeah, there’s no way it’s healthy to always be angry,” Hanta says.
“Or maybe you fucks are just impossible to relax around,” Katsuki growls out.
“Pfft, no way, we’re always inviting you to play video games and shit,” Denki says with a huff. “We get that you’re super macho and all, but you don’t need to be so growly.”
“Fuck off, I’m going home,” Katsuki says, clenching his jaw.
Eijirou throws an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, come on, just hang out with us, bro! You’re the manliest guy I know!”
“Stop fucking calling me that,” Katsuki says harshly, shoving his arm off as he storms away from them, slamming his feet down heavily as he veers off, shoulders hunched angrily.
“See ya, Baku-bro!” The three shout after him, and he flips them off over his shoulder.
He ignores the hurt building in his chest as he makes his way to the train station, standing as far from the other people as possible. His face is carefully twisted into his angriest scowl during the fifteen minute ride, and he doesn’t let it falter for the ten minute walk to his apartment building.
He storms up to the second floor and pulls his keys out, shoving them into the lock and harshly opening the door. He drops his bag and jacket beside the door and kicks his shoes off. He jams his feet into his slippers and walks to the living room, dropping his keys onto the coffee table.
He rounds the sofa, where his boyfriend sits, and he takes a moment to look at the man’s spiky white hair, his sharp jaw, face full of piercings, and bright turquoise eyes that soften into goo as he looks at Katsuki.
He opens his arms and Katsuki climbs onto his lap, slumping against him and tucking his face into Todoroki Touya’s neck. He takes in a deep breath, breathing in the man’s deep, musky scent, and releases it as his long arms wrap around him, holding him tight.
Touya presses a soft kiss to his head and keeps his voice low. “How was school?”
“Fucking awful,” Katsuki grumbles.
Touya hums as he rubs soothingly up and down the blonde’s back. “How about you take a shower and get dressed, and I’ll order in for dinner?”
Katsuki nods against his neck and leans back to give him a soft kiss before climbing off his lap and walking to the bedroom and into the attached bathroom of their single-bedroom apartment. He pulls his clothes off, dropping it all into the hamper, and turns the shower on.
He waits silently for it to heat up, and then stands beneath the spray. He grabs his usual orange loofah and squirts some rose-scented body wash onto it, wiping himself down from neck to toe. He grabs his face wash next, closing his eyes as he uses the buffing scrub all over his face and neck.
His hair is last, and he sighs as he scrubs at his scalp with the rose scented shampoo, feeling a little better with his hair length. He rinses that out and goes in with conditioner of the same aroma.
When he’s done rinsing that all off, he grabs his shave gel and lathers up one leg at a time to shave them, repeating under his arms, and he takes a moment to just soak in how soft his legs feel.
He grabs the shower head next, pulling it down and bending over so he can spray his ass, using his other hand to pull his cheek to the side so he can better clean himself out. With that done, he places the shower head back on the mount and turns the water off.
He grabs a towel and pats his hair and face down before moving to the rest of his body. He wraps it around his chest as he walks out into the bedroom, going right to the walk-in closet.
He turns the light on and goes to the back, beyond his dark colored shirts, and he reaches up to trail his fingers along the soft pastel skirts and dresses before choosing a soft baby pink silk dress. He brings it out to the bedroom, laying it out over the bed, and then he goes to the dresser and pulls out a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra.
He pats himself down with the towel again and then walks to the bathroom to put it in the hamper before walking back to the bed. He picks up the panties and lies back on the bed as he gets them around his ankles. He reaches down to his testicles, gently pressing them up inside of himself. He then pulls the panties further on, up to his thighs, and tucks his penis down before pulling the lace underwear on fully.
They’re soft and they make him feel sexy as he sits up, reaching for the bra. It has a little padding at the bottom and the wire beneath the cups help push his pecs up and together, giving him some decent cleavage.
He stands up and lifts the dress, sighing as he lets the silky material fall down over him, the buttery soft fabric laying across his body nicely. When he ties the strings around his waist, it cinches perfectly around his trim waist.
He already feels more like himself as he opens the bedroom door, stepping out and smiling when he sees Touya standing beside the couch, opening the steaming take-out containers. He looks up at Katsuki and grins as he sits down, patting the spot next to him.
“Reserved for my beautiful girlfriend,” Touya says.
Katsuki’s cheeks heat up, but it feels so right walking over to Touya, sitting next to him and curling up at his side. It had been terrifying when Katsuki had confessed that being a man has never felt right.
The unexpectedly considerate man had offered to use different pronouns to help try it out, and she loves him so much for that.
Touya hands her the container of katsudon and kisses her cheek. “I’ll help you out after we eat.”
Katsuki just hums her understanding as she lifts her chopsticks and starts to eat the pork and egg. There’s some older romantic comedy playing on the TV that she doesn’t really pay attention to. Touya eats his own food, slurping his soba and smacking his lips just to make Katsuki laugh softly.
Having always been a quick eater, Touya finishes his meal first and places his empty container on the coffee table before leaning back and wrapping his arm around Katsuki’s waist. He chuckles when he sees a bit of egg on his girlfriend’s cheek and he leans in to lick it off, which has the blonde blushing.
He grins at that, loving the way he can fluster his girlfriend. She does her best to ignore him as she eats, but she can’t help the sigh that passes her lips when he starts kissing down her neck.
“I’m done,” Katsuki murmurs, leaning away from Touya to place her empty bowl down.
“Finally,” Touya says, grabbing her chin and pulling her in for a kiss. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful woman on the goddamn planet.”
Katsuki whines softly as she kisses him again, her long blonde lashes batting around her ruby red eyes. “Really?”
“Of course,” Touya says, kissing her chastely. “I brought my kit out.”
“Oh,” Katsuki says, leaning back. “Surprise me.”
Touya smirks and leans over the side of the couch to grab his small black zippered bag, the front of which has a little white skull. He opens it up and grabs out a bottle of black nail polish. He sets the bag down and rolls the bottle between his hands before opening it up and grabbing Katsuki’s left hand.
Touya is diligent in his strokes, each one perfect, somehow never messing up with the tiny brush. Katsuki will never get over how fucking good he is at this. She’d asked about it before, and Touya just blames the fact that he used to have makeovers with his little sister, Fuyumi.
Katsuki can’t help the way she smiles at Touya’s concentrated expression, a small crease in his brow, eyes intent as he uses a bright orange next, adding a perfect ‘X’ over his middle fingers and thumbs.
“I found some grenade nail art stickers online,” Touya says as he caps the orange nail polish. “They’ll be here next week.”
“You are the best fucking boyfriend,” Katsuki says and Touya smirks.
“I know,” he says simply, and Katsuki chuckles as she watches him zip the bag shut.
Katsuki takes the bag and drops it on the coffee table, and then pushes Touya to lie on his back. She settles between his legs, laying her head on his chest and sighing as she watches the movie.
Touya rubs his hands along her back and Katsuki melts against him, feeling nothing but warmth and love from the man underneath her. She snakes her hands under Touya’s waist to hold him like a teddy bear, which has a chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“I love you, Princess,” Touya murmurs.
“Love you too, Metalface,” Katsuki says and Touya snorts.
Katsuki tilts her head to kiss her boyfriend’s clothed chest and Touya hums, his arms tightening around his girlfriend. Katsuki just smiles softly, knowing that she’s in her safe space.
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Organization for Transformative Works
Todoroki Touya is lying in his room, just lounging on his bed, scrolling through social media on his phone. He’s in his shitty apartment, his dyed black hair chalky, white roots starting to show.
His lidded turquoise eyes are full of boredom, the light of his screen shining lightly off the multiple piercings in his face. He really doesn’t have anything to do tonight, and he has a short shift tomorrow, so it’s not like he needs to go to bed anytime soon.
A bluetooth notification pops up, Dynamight’s #1. Curiously, he clicks on it and his phone is automatically brought to a pretty blank website. It gives options ‘A’ and ‘B,’ with sub-options 1 – 9 for both settings.
Confused, he hits 1 on both, but nothing happens. He taps them both to 2 after a moment, and then 3, and 4. When there’s still no sign of it doing anything, he taps 9 on both, and a loud moan comes through the thin wall separating his bedroom from his neighbor’s.
Touya’s face flushes red and he taps 1 on them both, and he’s about to exit out when a whine reaches his ears next.
He licks his lips and slowly starts moving the settings up, stopping at 7 and leaving it there for a couple moments, moving closer to the wall so he can hear the moans of his neighbor.
After a moment, he taps both up to 9 and a scream of pleasure comes through the wall.
Touya smirks devilishly, leaving it all the way at 9 for a solid minute before slowly lowering setting A to five and then slowly doing the same with B.
He gives the stranger a moment to calm down and then cranks both up to 9 again, and a strangled scream reaches his ears.
He waits a moment and drops it to 3, giving the person a break.
He’s not even hard, but knowing that he’s controlling some stranger’s pleasure is really bringing a sadistic side of himself to light.
He slowly brings the settings up to 8, chuckling lowly at the moans for a long minute before bringing it up to 9, drawing out another scream.
He leaves it there until he hears a whine, and then he lowers it slowly down to 1 on both settings, and disconnects.
—
Touya steps out of his apartment and as he’s locking his door, his new next door neighbor steps out, filling Touya’s vision for the first time.
He’s gorgeous. Fairly short, but muscular, certainly bulkier than Touya, and his pale blonde hair is wild and untamed. His eyes are a burning scarlet, matching the red of the fanged gages that poke out through his lobes.
“The fuck’re you lookin’ at?” The guy snaps, voice deep and gruff and Touya barely avoids popping a boner at the flare in his eyes.
“The newest victim in this shithole, apparently,” Touya says, managing to keep his voice a bored drawl.
The guy snorts softly as he locks his door. “Yup.”
—
It happens again as Touya is lying in bed, that notification.
He immediately connects, hearing a frustrated groan through the wall.
He shuts the guy up by cranking it up to 9 on both settings.
Touya fumbles to grab the lube from his nightstand, haphazardly shoving his pants down and dumping it directly on his cock, gripping his length and squeezing before lowering the settings back to 3.
He strokes himself along with the speed he hopes whatever toy is moving to. He still doesn’t know which A or B is, or why there are two settings, but he doesn’t think on it much.
He slowly raises the numbers up, biting back his own moans as he presses his ear to the wall, absolutely getting off on the sounds from the gorgeous man.
He closes his eyes, picturing the guy’s stunning face, trying to envision him flushed and panting as Touya fucks into him.
When the numbers reach 8, he hears the man’s shouted orgasm and he cums, spilling out over his hand, squeezing his cock and groaning softly as he listens to the man edge into overstimulation.
He lowers the settings down to 1 again, and then disconnects.
He drops his phone on his nightstand and gets up, padding over to his bathroom to wash his hands, his legs feeling a little shaky. He grabs a washcloth to wipe his dick off before pulling his pants back up.
He turns the light off, but he’s stopped on the way back to his bedroom by a harsh knock on his front door.
Confused, he walks over and pulls it open, going stone still at the sight of his gorgeous neighbor, torso on full display, wearing nothing but low riding black sweatpants.
There’s a furious scowl on his face, his cheeks flushed, and he grips the frame of Touya’s door as he leans in closer, pushing a finger to his chest. Touya’s dick swells at the contact and he really hopes the guy doesn’t look down.
“If you’re not gonna finish what you started, stop connecting,” the man hisses out.
Horror and embarrassment flash across Touya’s face, but he shrugs and tries to play dumb. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“That toy has a ten foot connection range, you are literally the only person who could’ve done it,” the blonde says angrily.
“Fuck,” Touya says, scrunching his nose up. “Sorry, shit. I won’t—”
“You can either forget this ever happened,” the blonde says, going up on his toes to get closer to Touya’s face. “Or you can fuck me until I forgive you.”
Touya’s dick has never been so hard in his entire fucking life.
Not one to second guess things when they seem too good to be true, he slaps his hands onto the man’s ass and tugs him against him, then crashes their lips together. The blonde groans, his hands going up into Touya’s hair and tugging lightly at the strands.
Touya growls and bites the man’s lower lip, turning and kicking his door shut, not bothering to lock it as he half drags the man into his bedroom, their mouths never separating for more than a gasped breath.
Touya shoves him down onto the bed and rips the man’s pants off, groaning when he sees the black butt plug in him, the silicone connected to a ring around his cock.
“Fuck, this is what I was doing to you?” Touya murmurs.
“Take your fucking clothes off, asshole,” the blonde says, and Touya nods mindlessly as he rips his shirt off and tugs his pants and boxers down.
Touya climbs over him and grabs his phone. The blonde looks at him curiously, but Touya just reconnects to Dynamight’s #1 and turns it on to setting 6 for both.
“Fuck!” The blonde gasps out.
Touya leans over the man, not giving him time to adjust before swallowing his cock down. The guy shouts a garbled sound and Touya hums around his cock, bobbing and twirling his tongue, rubbing his tongue piercing along the underside.
The guy’s hands fly down to his hair as he thrusts his hips up. Touya moves one hand to his balls, which are already tightening. He knows he’s overwhelming the man’s senses, but he doesn’t care.
He hollows his cheeks and sucks hard as he kneads his balls, and the blonde screams as he cums, his bitter release filling Touya’s throat. He swallows it all down, continuing sucking on the man even when he starts to twitch and whine beneath him.
“Too much,” the guy chokes out, trying to pull Touya away, but he keeps sucking on his length for several more moments before finally pulling off.
Touya grabs his phone and the guy takes a deep breath, obviously thinking he’s going to get a break, but Touya cranks it up to 9 and the man screams.
With a sadistic grin on his face, Touya pulls away from the blonde’s hands, reaching to his nightstand and grabbing a condom, quickly rolling it down his length. He dumps some extra lube over top and then tugs the plug from the man’s ass.
The blonde gasps loudly, reaching down to pull the ring off, but Touya tuts disapprovingly. He grips the man’s cock, not allowing the band to be released and the blonde whines, his cock dribbling against his stomach.
Touya grips his hips and roughly flips the man over. He leans over him, shoving his face down against the pillows as he lines his cock up, wasting no time before slamming into him, making him cry out.
He uses the man’s hips as a grip, fingers digging in bruisingly as he tugs him back to meet the slam of his thrusts. He pounds into the man, who turns his head, looking back at Touya, those red eyes full of tears, some drool dribbling from his lips.
Touya grins wickedly, smacking his hips even harder, loving the broken cry the man lets out. The man’s body tenses as he cums again, and Touya decides to give him a little bit of a break, slowing his movements so he can reach around to pull the ring from his cock.
He twists the man’s body, gripping his left leg and pulling it over his shoulder as he straddles his right. He leans closer, folding the man and turning his head to bite into his thigh.
The blonde cums again, clenching around Touya’s cock as his own weakly leaks against his own skin, adding to the sticky mess.
The blonde’s eyes have rolled back, his entire face is flushed, and Touya groans as he feels the band of pleasure tightening.
He unlatches his jaw and licks over the new mark that is sure to bruise beautifully.
He stops for a moment, shifting again so the blonde is on his back. He pushes both of his legs up toward his chest, making the man gasp as he’s roughly folded.
Touya reaches up to his head, wrapping his hands around the back of his neck to pull him up for a harsh kiss, thrusting his tongue into the blonde’s mouth.
The man moans as he reaches up, his hands gripping Touya’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin and making Touya moan loudly.
“Ah, fuck,” Touya says, his lashes fluttering at the pain mixing with the pleasure.
The blonde leans up to suck at his neck and Touya tilts his head to give him better access. He can feel his edge so close, it’s right fucking there.
The blonde bites harshly onto the juncture of his neck and shoulder and Touya shouts out a “Fuck!” as he cums, his hips slapping against the man as he fills the condom.
He takes a while to slow down, pulling himself into overstimulation territory before finally pulling out, panting heavily, covered in sweat. He looks down at the blonde, and the man is in a nearly identical state, coated in a sheen of sweat and face and chest flushed.
“Fuck,” the blonde says.
“Yeah,” Touya says, letting out a breath as he tugs the condom off, lazily tossing it to the trashcan beside his bed.
He flops down next to the blonde and the guy groans, rubbing his hands down his face. “I was not expecting that.”
Touya barks out a laugh. “Better watch what you ask for then.”
The guy hums and turns to look at Touya as he sits up. He narrows his eyes, looking him over like he’s trying to figure something out.
“What?” Touya questions, raising a brow.
“You fucked up my stream two nights in a row, y’know,” the blonde says.
“Your stream?” Touya echoes.
“I’m a camboy,” the blonde clarifies.
“Ah,” Touya says, nodding. “So, you’re sayin’ I still owe you?”
“For starters,” the blonde confirms.
Touya huffs, rolling his eyes. “What else do I owe you?”
“How would you feel about fucking me on camera?” The blonde asks, totally serious.
“Not sure I’d like that, doll,” Touya says. “No offence, but I don’t like to share.”
“You want exclusive rights to my ass?” The blonde questions.
“I don’t date either,” Touya drawls.
“Neither do I, Metalface,” the blonde says with a snort. “I won’t push you into it. But that was the best fuck of my life. If you wanna do that on screen, we could split the income.”
Touya hums as he thinks about it. His current job really doesn’t pay much and he could definitely use some extra income. Fucking this guy obviously isn’t something he would object to, but there is one major issue.
“I don’t want my face showing,” he says.
“That’s what makeup or masks are for, dumbass,” the blonde says.
“Fine,” Touya says. “The idea of fucking you in front of people who wish they were me sounds pretty fucking hot.”
“Good,” the blonde says, flopping back down. “Fuck. Let me just fuckin’ sleep here and I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Whatever,” Touya says, not really caring.
He moves under the sheets, ignoring the bottle of lube and still vibrating sex toy on top of the blanket. The blonde does the same a moment later, after using Touya’s shirt to wipe the cum from his front. He yawns and rubs his face, pausing for a moment with his hand over his mouth.
“Oh,” he says, snickering lightly. “Name’s Bakugou Katsuki.”
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Todoroki Shouto blinks slowly, gray and turquoise eyes blank and lips in a straight line. His hair, split down the middle in red and white, is lightly messed up, the strands mixing atop his head. He’s currently staring at his best friend, who just said something he’s fairly certain he can never unhear.
“Is there a name for that?” Shouto asks as he raises his phone, pressing the record button.
Piercing scarlet eyes glare at him, blonde spikes wild around a sharp face, pink lips twisting into a sneer that’s not nearly as threatening as usual with the amount of alcohol in the man’s system.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Bakugou Katsuki says, scoffing harshly, flicking his empty beer can on the coffee table, knocking it onto its side as he pouts. “I just wanna be fucking myself, and then have the door open unexpectedly because Touya came back early from work or some shit, and he catches me, and then gets all fuckin’ bossy n’ shit, takes over, and fucks me into oblivion.”
“Do you… have a plan to make this happen?” Shouto asks, tilting his head slightly.
“No,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. “He doesn’t like me like that, I accepted that a long fuckin’ time ago, that’s why it’s called a fuckin’ fantasy, you dumbfuck.”
Shouto stops recording, his expression more deadpan than ever. “Right.”
“He’s just so fuckin’ pretty,” Katsuki says, groaning as he leans back against the sofa, the plush leather comfortable. “I just wanna kiss him on his stupid pierced lips, and I wanna lick his shitty tattoos, and suffocate him with my thighs by riding his face, y’know?”
“Sure,” Shouto says as he goes to his text conversation with Touya, reading over the messages from the past several months as Katsuki continues to wax crass poetry about his eldest brother.
TOUYA:Fuck, he’s so goddamn gorgeous.
SHOUTO:You’ve mentioned that.
TOUYA:DOES HE NOT KNOW HOW THIN THE WALLS ARE!?
I CAN HEAR HIM JERKING OFF!!!!!!!
SHOUTO:I’m going to get a new phone number.
TOUYA:Shoooouuuutttttoooooo
Why did you let me move in with him
So many regerts
SHOUTO:
Just ask him on a date and stop complaining.
TOUYA:
STFU, you KNOW HE DOESN’T LIKE ME LIKE THAT
I’m way too old for him
It’s not my fucking fault that he’s fucking PERFECT
“—and then shove me onto the bed and just take me, not even fuckin’ waiting, and then go hard until I can’t fuckin’ think,” Katsuki goes on, and then drops onto his side, letting out a long, exasperated groan. “Why doesn’t he love me, huh!? Is it ‘cause I’m blonde? I’ll—I’ll fuckin’ dye my hair. Ugh, no, I don’t wanna end up like fuckin’ Shitty Hair. But I could get a wig? Does he like brunettes?”
“Katsuki,” Shouto says, and the blonde grunts, tapering off to show he’s listening. “Touya has a night shift on Friday, right?”
“Yup,” Katsuki says, sighing heavily, a little drool dripping past his lips. “Sometimes I go in his room when he works thirds and fuck myself on his bed.”
Shouto really doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he goes for a topic change. “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? I’ll get you a blanket.”
“Fuckin’ better,” Katsuki snaps, scowling, though his lids are drooping. “M’ fuckin’ sleep… sleepy.”
Shouto hums his understanding as he gets up, walking to the hallway closet and pulling out a blanket. By the time he gets back to the couch, his friend is already snoring softly, and Shouto sighs as he drapes the soft fabric over him.
—
KATSUKI:
Do not text or call me for the rest of the fucking night, or I will KILL YOU.
SHOUTO:I understand.
KATSUKI:
Clearly you DON’T!
FUCK OFF!
Shouto’s lips twitch, but he tucks his phone into his pocket and heads for the door, stepping out of his condo and taking the elevator down to the ground floor. He goes through the lobby and out the main doors of the building.
Shouto strolls down the dark sidewalk, earbuds in and playing some music he doesn’t bother giving his attention to, he’s too busy internally hoping that this plan works because he is sick and tired of hearing his best friend and brother pine for each other.
It takes about fifteen minutes to reach the konbini, and he steps inside, nodding to the cashier, Toga Himiko, on his way toward the back of the store, where his brother is restocking potato chips.
“Touya,” Shouto says, and the white-haired man looks over at him, arching a pierced brow.
His plain white t-shirt is tight over his muscles, gained from the five years he spent in prison for arson. That’s where the majority of his tattoos came from as well—all done in black and blue ink, dragons, scales, and flames lining nearly every inch of his body. The piercings had come afterward, in his lips, ears, brows, and nose.
“Yeah?” Touya questions, turquoise eyes curious, white hair spiky and wild around his head.
“I need to speak with you,” Shouto says, his eyes flicking behind his brother to the man beside him, another ex-con, Shimura Tenko, before locking back on Touya. “In private.”
Touya frowns, but nods and walks down to the end of the aisle, gesturing for Shouto to follow. Touya leads the way through the back doors along the far wall, which opens to the large storage room. Touya turns just inside and steps into the small manager’s office.
He turns to look back at his baby brother, concerned. “What’s up?”
“I need you to watch this, it’s important,” Shouto says as he withdraws his phone.
He takes his earbuds out and holds them out to Touya, who takes them, checking the little letter on the insides before placing them in the correct ears. Shouto turns off his music before going to his camera roll, pulling up the video and handing the phone to his brother.
Shouto waits, counting out the thirty seconds that make up the video. Touya’s face is blank, though his pupils are enlarged. Shouto frowns, and he’s about to ask if Touya has finished the short clip, but his eyes flick down and he sighs when he sees the prominent tent in the man’s pants, pushing his blue apron out. He rubs at his temples and gives his brother another moment to re-watch it and then swipes his phone back.
Touya stares dumbly at his empty hands and then looks at his brother. “Was that… edited?”
“No,” Shouto says, his jaw tight as he suppresses the desire to slap the man.
“Holy fuck,” Touya says, wheezing slightly.
“He also told me that he likes to masturbate on your bed when you work night shifts,” Shouto says, and Touya feels woozy with the amount of blood still rushing to his dick. “If you were to go home now, you could bring his fantasy to life.”
“Yes,” Touya says, his cock jerking harshly in his pants. “Fuck, I need to go.”
“I will take over your shift,” Shouto says.
Touya nods, not even caring about anything but Katsuki as he rips his apron off, throwing it at his brother. He darts to the doorway of the little office and turns to look at his brother, eyes wide.
“I owe you,” Touya says seriously.
“Just get the mutual pining to end so I don’t have to listen to either of you anymore,” Shouto says, shaking his head as he sighs, pulling the apron on.
Touya nods furiously and turns, rushing through the swinging staff only doors, awkwardly adjusting his cock as he moves, making him look like a psychopath. Himiko and Tenko both make confused sounds and look over when the storage room doors open again.
Shouto makes his way back to the chips, the silver ‘Touya’ on the nametag shining under the fluorescent lights as he begins restocking the snack items.
“Who are you?” A voice drawls from behind him and Shouto turns, looking up at a black-haired man with dark eyes lined in heavy bags, his nametag reading ‘Shouta’ with ‘Store Manager’ at the bottom.
“Touya’s stand-in for tonight, he had an emergency,” Shouto says.
The man sighs. “You don’t work here.”
“Don’t pay me then,” Shouto says, shrugging as he turns around, placing a bag of cheddar cheese chips in the correct spot.
—
When Touya reaches his apartment, he slows down outside the door to catch his breath. His mind is whirring rapidly, his heart thudding from more than the adrenaline, and his hands are shaky as he pulls his keys from his pocket.
He pushes the brass key into the lock as quietly as possible and holds his breath as he opens it. Even from over in the genkan, he can hear Katsuki’s soft moans and his cock twitches, more precum soaking through his underwear to his jeans.
Touya steps out of his shoes and into his slippers, barely even breathing as he makes his way down to the hall. Katsuki’s bedroom door is open and empty, and Touya’s eyes lock on the way his bedroom door is cracked as he approaches. He takes a shuddering breath before peering in through the small opening.
Katsuki is on Touya’s bed, wearing Touya’s favorite black shirt with a white skull on the front, and he is bouncing on a thick purple dildo. He’s on his knees, leaning back, one hand grasping an ankle while the other holds a small vibrator over his T-dick, the position giving Touya a perfect view of the toy as it slides in and out of him, shiny with creamy slick.
His eyes are closed, head tilted back, and he moans again, this time around a single word that fries Touya’s brain—his name.
Any hesitancy flies out the window as Touya silently pushes the door open, pulling off his t-shirt and dropping it to the floor. He reaches for his belt next, and the sound of the metal clasps on the buckle catches the blonde’s attention.
“Fuck!” Katsuki shouts, dropping down hard on the dildo and choking on a moan as he falls back on the bed, dropping the little vibrator and grabbing the blanket, whipping it over himself.
“Keep going, Katsuki,” Touya says, voice octaves lower than normal, and the blonde shudders heavily.
“I—I can—fuck,” Katsuki says, his face beet red with his mortification.
“I said,” Touya hisses out as he shoves his jeans and boxers down in one go, stepping out of them and kicking them off his ankles, “keep going.”
Katsuki grips the blanket tighter, his eyes flicking down to Touya’s cock for a moment, dragging along the six rung Jacob’s ladder on the underside and the Prince Albert at the tip before he looks away. “F-fuck you, asshole.”
“No, fuck you,” Touya growls out, stopping beside the bed and ripping the blanket away from the blonde. “You think you can just come into my room and fuck yourself without me?”
Katsuki’s eyes blow wide, and he opens his mouth to ask for clarification, but Touya grips the toy still lodged in his cunt and harshly shoves it into him, making him gasp. The white-haired man leans over the blonde, eyes narrowed into slits as he sets a harsh pace, fucking the man with his own dildo.
“Do you know how fucking hard it is, listening to you fuck yourself every night?” Touya says, jaw tight as he leans over the man, chest heaving. “Every time I hear it, I have to stop myself from storming over there and burning your toys so that the only way you can properly fill yourself up is with me.”
Katsuki moans, clenching around the toy, his toes curling as he nears the edge. “I—I—I didn’t think y-you wanted that.”
Touya tugs the toy out, leaving Katsuki’s cunt fluttering around nothing, and he whines, having been so close to cumming. Touya slaps his pussy, and Katsuki jerks at the stimulation.
“You really think you deserve to cum after masturbating on my bed?” Touya growls out.
He climbs up onto the bed, hovering over the blonde, whose eyes are wide, his body flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Touya clicks his tongue disapprovingly and dips down to lick a stripe up along his collarbone.
“How long were you at it this time, huh?” Touya questions, lolling his tongue out to lick up the blonde’s throat.
“An hour,” Katsuki gasps out.
Touya bites onto his earlobe and tugs harshly. “How many times did you make yourself cum?”
“Three—ah—three times,” Katsuki says.
“Hope you’re ready for four more,” Touya says, finally crashing their lips together.
He reaches a hand down to grip his aching length, quickly lining himself up to Katsuki’s hole and thrusts inside, giving the man no time to adjust to his considerable size. The blonde screams into the kiss; unable to describe the feeling of the barbells on Touya’s cock sliding along his sensitive walls.
Touya uses his right hand to grip Katsuki’s thigh, pushing it up so he can get deeper, and he brings his left hand around to the man’s cock, rubbing it harshly. The combination of feelings; Touya’s hot tongue pressing into his mouth, the dick rearranging his guts, and the friction on his own T-dick in combination with his fantasy coming to life has Katsuki cumming harder than he ever has.
His cunt clenches around Touya’s cock, forcing him to slow down with the grip, but he never stops, continuing moving his hips and his fingers until Katsuki pulls away from the kiss to gasp for air.
“Too much,” Katsuki pants out.
Touya growls as he pulls out, grabbing Katsuki’s waist and tugging him up to his knees. He roughly shoves the blonde around, pushing his face against the wall as he lines himself back up to his dripping pussy.
“Not enough,” Touya says, and then shoves his cock back home.
Katsuki drops his forehead to the wall as Touya drills into him, pain and pleasure mingling, building his arousal up higher than he thought was possible. His body is trembling, his nipples hardening as they rub against the chilly wall, but he tilts his hips, and suddenly Touya is hitting the perfect spot.
“Touya!” Katsuki keens as he’s sent into another orgasm.
Touya brings a hand around to Katsuki’s T-dick and slaps it, making the blonde yelp. He switches to rubbing it again, shoving the man harder against the wall as he pounds into him, not stopping when Katsuki chokes out a sob, tears streaming down his face.
The overstimulation has Katsuki squirting, and Touya shouts out a curse at the feeling. He moves both hands to the blonde’s hips, pinning him against the wall as he pounds into him. Katsuki gasps at the coolness against his cock, the cold temperature soothing the throbbing member.
Touya buries himself deep as he cums, groaning a low, throaty sound as he unloads his hot seed. He bites down into Katsuki’s shoulder to ground himself, his dick pulsing with each spurt, his ass clenching and hips shoving up of their own accord.
Katsuki pants heavily, greatly appreciating the break, though clarity seeps back into his head and his anxiety spikes. Touya pulls away from his bite and trails kisses up his neck, and Katsuki turns his face away from him.
“You shy now?” Touya taunts.
Katsuki scoffs, trying to pretend he isn’t panicking. “That was only two more, thought you said four.”
Touya blinks once in surprise and then barks out a laugh. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re in for.”
He pulls out of Katsuki and turns the man around again, shoving him onto his back on the bed. He smirks down at the blonde and pointedly strokes his cock, which is already swelling back up. Katsuki’s tear-filled eyes blow wide, but Touya just smirks smugly and plants himself between his legs.
He slaps his cock against Katsuki’s T-dick, making him gasp. “F-fuck, I was fuckin kidding!”
“Shame,” Touya hums, rubbing the head of his cock along Katsuki’s slit teasingly. “I wasn’t.”
Touya presses inside him again, slowly this time, and Katsuki groans at the feeling, and Touya bites his lower lip as he looks down at where their bodies meet. He slowly pulls back and then pushes forward again, moaning at how fucking hot it is to watch his cock sink into Katsuki’s tight heat.
“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ruin you,” Touya says, thrusting faster, loving the wet squelch that accompanies the slapping of their sticky skin.
He reaches down to rub along Katsuki’s cock again, groaning at the way the blonde’s cunt spasms around his dick. Katsuki bites his lower lip to try to stop himself from cumming again, but Touya narrows his eyes and pivots his hips faster, merciless in his ministrations.
“Touya!” Katsuki screams as he’s tipped over the edge, the name mixed with a sob as more tears fill his eyes.
“Oh, fuck,” Touya groans, stilling his hips for a moment to soak in the blissful feeling of Katsuki’s hot insides.
He slowly pulls out and slides down the bed, gripping Katsuki’s thighs, pushing them open so he can lick between them. The blonde gasps, his hands flying down to tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots and making Touya moan as he laps at his cunt. Katsuki’s body twitches each time, the man whimpering as Touya slurps up their combined arousals.
He pushes Katsuki’s thighs further up, shaking his head to get his tongue deeper, nosing against the man’s T-dick. Touya growls as he drags his tongue along the man’s insides until he’s cleaned him out. Katsuki is panting, body taut and close to another orgasm, but Touya pulls away and Katsuki lets out another sob—not even sure whether it’s from relief or upset.
Touya rolls him onto his front and tugs Katsuki’s ass into the air and lines his cock up, pushing the head inside. He slowly rolls his hips, teasing the blonde, who tries to press back to get him deeper, but Touya tuts and slaps his ass, making the blonde gasp and clench around him.
“You want my cock, huh?” Touya taunts, gripping the man’s hips firmly so he can’t pull Touya in deeper. “Did you wear my clothes every time you came in here when I was gone, hmm? Did you cum on my bed and hope that I would come home and smell you?”
Katsuki whines again, tilting his hips. “Come on.”
Touya smacks his ass again. “Answer the questions, Katsuki.”
“Yes!” Katsuki shouts, still trying to rock back. “I didn’t always wear your shit, b-but I hoped you would smell me and get off to it. I hoped you heard me, wanted you to come into my room and fuck me yourself.”
“You’ve been depraved, poor thing,” Touya drawls, giving him a little more of his cock, which he eagerly clenches around. “Do you have a thing for bad boys?”
“No,” Katsuki pants out, feeling close to going mad from being edged and teased. “I love you, you asshole, now fuck me!”
Touya’s brain shuts down for a moment, but his body takes over, slamming deep inside of Katsuki. His heart swells as he processes the man’s words, and when he finally comes back into his body, he leans over the man to grab his wrists, pulling them back, forcing the blonde to arch his spine as he fucks into him harder.
“You’ll pay for that,” Touya snarls out. “Confessing to me first, huh? You insolent brat.”
Katsuki gasps, turning his head to lock gazes with Touya, chest heaving and eyes hazy. There’s some drool dripping down his chin, his face is blotchy and streaked in tears, but he still manages to look cocky. “I win.”
Touya growls, releasing his wrists and he slaps a hand between the blonde’s shoulder blades, shoving him down against the pillows as he pounds into him harder, his balls slapping up against the man’s T-dick every time he’s fully sheathed in his cunt. Katsuki begins to clench around him and Touya uses his other hand to reach for the abandoned vibrator.
He flips it on and slides the small device around Katsuki’s front, pushing it against the blonde’s cock, making the man shout in surprise. Katsuki clenches around him even tighter, and Touya moans at the feeling, his eyes nearly rolling back as Katsuki cums again, his insides flooding. His own orgasm hits him like a truck, and he slumps over the blonde as he fills him up.
“Four,” Touya pants out, and Katsuki huffs weakly.
“I’m not sleeping in this bed,” Katsuki grumbles out.
“Eh, I’ve slept in grosser places,” Touya says, pulling out of the blonde and sighing.
“There is no fuckin’ way I can walk right now,” Katsuki says, barely able to roll over to look up at Touya. Anxiety crosses his features as he looks over the older man, swallowing thickly. “Did you… never mind.”
“Meant every word,” Touya says, smirking as he leans down to kiss the man, sighing against his lips. “Especially the part about burning your toys.”
Katsuki pulls away to laugh. “You’d better not. That shit’s expensive.”
Touya just snickers and his phone dings from his pants pocket. He sighs and climbs down from the bed, legs wobbly as he makes his way over to his jeans. He lifts them up and pulls the device out, reading the one message from Shouto reminding him of the date and he blinks in surprise.
“Huh,” he mutters, dropping his pants and walking back over to the bed.
He purses his lips as he places his phone on his nightstand, looking at Katsuki for a moment before shoving his arms under the blonde’s knees and upper back, lifting him into a bridal carry. Katsuki’s face flushes darkly, but he wraps an arm around Touya’s shoulders and lets himself be carried to the bathroom.
Touya carefully steps down into the bathtub and sits down, shifting the blonde on his lap, holding Katsuki chest-to-chest. He turns the water on, wincing at the coldness that sprays over his feet. He waits until it’s hot before lifting the lever for the stopper and leaning back to let it fill up.
He grabs a washcloth and soaks it in the hot water, lifting it up to drag along Katsuki’s back, his cock swelling up beneath the blonde as the man rubs against him. Katsuki looks down and gawks at his dick before looking back up at him, incredulity all over his face.
“What the fuck?” Katsuki says, eyes wide.
“I have a refractory period that ranges from thirty seconds to ten minutes,” Touya says, shrugging. “Doctor had a fancy name for it that I didn’t fuckin’ care enough to remember.”
“For fucks’ sake,” Katsuki says, shaking his head.
Touya hums, bringing the cloth up to wipe over Katsuki’s face, his expression turning soft. He leans in to capture his lips in a soft kiss, humming a happy sound as they fall into a steady, sleepy rhythm. The kisses are chaste and warm, both of them feeling satiated and neither wanting to voice the desire to simply bask in the presence of the other.
Touya breaks the kiss when the tub is full, leaning over to turn the tap off. He settles back again, rubbing along Katsuki’s spine as he kisses his cheek. “It’s past midnight.”
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Todoroki Touya is seated on a wide leather sofa in his two-bedroom apartment, the TV on in the background, the lights of it shining off the man’s snow white hair and the silver cuffs that line his ears. His skin is crisscrossed in little scars and burns, marks he’s gained over his years as a Pro Hero, and his turquoise eyes are lidded as he stares up at the younger man perched on his lap.
Ash blonde spikes surround Bakugou Katsuki’s head in an explosion of chaos, and his scarlet eyes are burning in their intensity as he pants against his boyfriend’s lips. He moans softly as he grinds down against Touya, their covered cocks rubbing together through the cotton of their pajama pants.
“Do you know what today is?” Katsuki asks as he starts nipping along the older man’s jaw.
Touya hums. “Tuesday?”
“No, you idiot,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes, not that the other can see. “Two years ago today, your dumb ass asked me to be your boyfriend.”
“Oh, fuck,” Touya says, and then groans as Katsuki rolls his hips down. “I didn’t realize it’d been that long.”
“I wanna celebrate,” Katsuki says, and then sucks lightly on his pulse point.
“Ha-ah, yes,” Touya says, smirking as he slides his hands from the man’s hips to his ass, grabbing the plump globes. “You want me to eat you out, hmm?”
“I wanna go on a date,” Katsuki says, and Touya’s playful mood drops.
“You know we can’t do that, we can’t be seen together,” Touya says, and Katsuki sighs, continuing to kiss along his boyfriend’s neck so he can hide the hurt expression on his face.
“I know we agreed to do this fucking secret shit, but this fucking sucks,” Katsuki says.
Touya groans in annoyance and pulls back, bringing his hands up to Katsuki’s face, forcing the younger man to meet his gaze. “I don’t like it either, but Enji is obsessed with carrying on the Todoroki legacy. He would never accept me being with another man.”
“But he’s got other kids,” Katsuki says, trying not to sound like a petulant child—he’s twenty, for fucks’ sake. “Natsuo just got engaged to that Doctor Hana chick, Fuyumi and Tensei are expecting their first kid, and Shouto is dating that Illus-o-Bitch now. Those assholes can make a fuckton of shitty heirs.”
“Katsuki, stop,” Touya says firmly. “I couldn’t handle my dad being disappointed in me, okay? I’ve spent my entire fucking life trying to make him proud.”
“What’s there to not be fucking proud of, hah?” Katsuki says, scowling. “You’ve been in the top five for the past five fucking years, you came in first last year, you’re a fucking badass, Touya! Everyone knows that the villains are fucked when Dabi rolls onto the scene.”
“Enough,” Touya says, his annoyance high enough to make his erection droop. “I really don’t want to fight about this again, okay?”
Katsuki sighs, but nods, leaning in to press their lips together. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Touya says, humming into the kiss.
—
As they do every time they happen to have a day off together, the unofficial ‘Baku-Squad,’ as Mina and Denki had drunkenly declared them after sneaking whiskey into the dorms in their second year at UA, all head out to the Kiyashi Ward Mall.
Jirou Kyouka is leading the group; short and thin, with angular purple hair and black eyes. She has one arm looped around the elbow of her much taller girlfriend, Yaoyorozu Momo, whose curvaceous form towers over Kyouka’s. Momo’s long black hair is up in a high ponytail, black eyes warm and kind. They’ve been together since the end of their second year at UA.
Kaminari Denki is behind them, golden blonde hair styled perfectly to display the black lightning bolt in his bangs, falling intentionally across his forehead, above his golden eyes. His boyfriend of just over a year, Shinsou Hitoshi, is at his side; lavender eyes lined in heavy bags, violet hair as disheveled as always.
Kirishima Eijirou is taller than all the rest of them, his red hair no longer spiked the way he wore it back in their UA days. It’s longer now, pulled back in a loose bun, the strands pulled away from his crimson eyes. His massive hand engulfs his girlfriend’s pink one, her copper eyes bright against her black sclera, ivory horns poking up from her pink curls. They’ve been dating since middle school, which shocked everyone in Class A back in high school, because they’d managed to hide that fact until graduation day.
Katsuki has to fight back the urge to scowl as he trails behind them all, seventh-wheeling with only Sero Hanta at his side. The tall, slender man is single, black eyes not showing even a hint of jealousy and Katsuki feels himself growing more annoyed at that fact.
“I fucking hate this shit,” Katsuki grumbles out—because if he has to be miserable, he might as well bitch to the only one of his friends who figured out his relationship.
Hanta is eerily perceptive, and the first time he’d seen Katsuki and Touya in the same room, he had immediately figured it out. He’d waited until he and Katsuki were alone though, having also picked up on the obvious factor of them keeping it a secret. It’s something he’s been thankful for, because every once in a while it just feels like too much and he hates it because he fucking loves Touya, and he wants to tell everyone.
“Have you tried talking to him about it again?” Hanta questions, and Katsuki groans, dropping his head back.
“So many fucking times,” Katsuki says, and then scowls, eyes darting up to their friends before looking to Hanta. “We just had our two year anniversary, and do you know what we did?”
“What?” Hanta asks, cocking a brow.
“We made out on the fucking couch and then had sex before passing out in bed, and then I woke up alone because he had to go back to his room just in case someone came over for a surprise visit,” Katsuki says seethingly, his voice radiating with anger and hurt.
Hanta hisses sympathetically at that. “Shit, man.”
“And I fucking get it, okay?” Katsuki says, barely refraining from yelling. “At first it was fine, it was even kinda fun, but it’s been two years and I don’t know how much more I can fucking take. I hate feeling like I’m a fucking mistress, like I’m a dirty fucking secret.”
Hanta frowns as he looks over his dejected expression. “If it’s making you this miserable, then maybe it’s time for you to lay it all out for him. Let him know that if he wants to continue the relationship, things need to come out of the shadows. And if he isn’t ready for that, maybe it’s better for you to go your separate ways.”
Katsuki gives him a bewildered look. “You want me to give him a fuckin’ ultimatum?”
“You don’t have to do it,” Hanta says, and then sighs, running a hand through his shaggy black mullet. “But you shouldn’t be stuck feeling like this, man. You deserve to be happy.”
Katsuki scoffs and looks up at their friends just as Momo swoops down to kiss her girlfriend’s cheek. Katsuki swallows thickly and lets out a long sigh and then drags a hand down his face as he mutters out a low, “Fuck.”
—
Touya has on his hero costume—his black pants, black sleeveless trench coat, the tail of it lined in blue flames, and a pale blue under-suit covers him from ankle to neck to wrist. The bodysuit is the most vital piece to his costume, as it regulates his body temperature, something he literally couldn’t survive without, as his own blue flames can easily grow hot enough to burn his own skin, something he’d unfortunately learned as a child.
Meeting with fans is always something Touya has enjoyed doing; he’s a charismatic guy, and the chance to chat up various people is something he rarely turns down. One of his dad’s ex-sidekick-recently-turned-Pros is with him today.
Burnin rolls her copper eyes, mane of green flames crackling with her annoyance as she plants her hands on her hips. Touya just snickers at her though, having always considered the woman to be a sort of older sister.
She sees the mirth in his eyes and huffs out a small laugh, knowing he’s drawing out this particular fan session just to be a little shit.
“It’s Endeavor!”
“Who’s he with!?”
“Is that the Rabbit Hero!?”
Touya curiously looks over, grinning when he sees his father walking in his direction with none other than Mirko, whose white bunny ears stick up from her same colored hair, contrasting with her dark almond skin. She catches Touya’s gaze and a smirk twists at her lips, red eyes amused.
“So nice of you to hop your bunny ass on over here,” Touya drawls as he makes his way over to them.
“Someone has to check on the riffraff,” Mirko teases. “Good thing I did too, looks like someone needs to remind you that heroics isn’t about how nice your ass looks on the cover of a magazine.”
“Sounds like someone’s jealous,” Touya says, smirking widely.
The snarky little reunion is ruined as soon as Enji opens his mouth. “Ah, is this young love?”
Touya and Mirko both grimace heavily, but fortunately Enji’s earpiece goes off, the call from his secretary loud enough for them all to hear the woman shrieking about how his newest UA intern locked themselves in the training room. Enji’s nostrils flare and he looks to Burnin, who rolls her eyes, but nods.
“Apologies,” Enji says to Mirko, and then jets himself up into the air, taking off toward his agency.
“Don’t stay out past curfew,” Burnin says, and Touya flips her off, which only has her cackling as she takes off after her ex-boss.
“Oof,” Mirko says, looking to Touya and raising a brow. “You still haven’t said anything to the old man?”
Touya gives her a flat look. “I can’t.”
“Right,” Mirko says, rolling her eyes. “I forgot that not being a little bitch is hard for you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Touya snaps, forcing back the desire to burst into flames as his anger boils up. “I fucking hate having to hide this shit. I don’t want it to be a fucking secret, but if he found out, it would ruin everything I’ve been working for.”
The look Mirko gives him is so full of apathetic pity that it makes him want to punch her in the face. She can clearly sense that, and her ears twitch as she scoffs, crossing her arms, cocking her head at him.
“I’m only gonna say this once, and only because you’re my friend and I give a fuck about you,” Mirko starts, and Touya narrows his eyes. “You need to reevaluate your priorities.”
“Fuck off,” Touya says, turning his back to her.
—
The sound of the apartment door closing has Katsuki sighing from his spot in the kitchen. He looks down at the sink, eyes lidding as he stares at the last of the dirty dishes as he languidly rinses it off. He’d told himself that he was going to wait until after dinner, until Natsuo left and he and Touya were alone.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he places the bowl on the drying rack.
He tugs up the sink plug and dries his hands off slowly before turning around and looking out through the sliding kitchen door. He swallows thickly, hating the way his throat feels tight and his chest aches, but he needs to do this. He can’t stop thinking about Hanta’s words, and as much as he hates the idea of an ultimatum, he doesn’t see much of a choice.
With a heavy sigh, and a hope that he’s wrong about how this is going to play out, he steps through the kitchen doorway, looking around the open living room, at the end of which sit three doors—the bathroom in the center, Katsuki’s bedroom on the left, and Touya’s bedroom on the right.
Touya is seated on the couch, the TV is off, but he’s scrolling through social media on his phone. When he hears Katsuki’s light footsteps approaching, he puts his phone down and smiles at him as the blonde sits next to him, reaching out to wrap his arm around Katsuki’s trim waist.
“What do you wanna watch?” Touya asks as he leans forward, using his free hand to grab the remote from the coffee table.
“Touya,” Katsuki says, his tone gathering all of his boyfriend’s attention. “My birthday is next month, and I want to go out and have dinner with you.”
“Katsu,” Touya says with a sigh, leaning back as he frowns. “I hate this as much as you do, but we can’t.”
Katsuki’s eyes flick up as he tries to resist the desire to cry; unable to meet Touya’s gaze as he puts his own heart on the line. “I love you, but I can’t keep doing this.”
“What?” Touya says, eyes wide.
“This fucking secret dating thing,” Katsuki clarifies, forcing himself to look at the white-haired man. “Either we go public with this… or I’m—fuck—I’m done.”
He is trying so hard not to cry as he watches Touya’s face contort in various emotions, flickering from shock to anger to hurt to incredulity to a messed up conglomeration of them all.
“That’s not fair,” Touya finally says. “How am I supposed to choose?”
Katsuki barks out a harsh laugh at that and licks his lips as he nods once. “Yeah. That’s… kinda what I expected.”
“What the fuck do you want me to say?” Touya asks, his chest aching as his anxiety squirms to the surface of his brain.
“I want you to say that I mean more than your childhood fantasy,” Katsuki says, reaching behind himself to grab Touya’s hand, pulling it from his waist before standing up. “I’m tired of feeling like you’re ashamed of me, tired of feeling like I’m not important enough. I get that you want to be daddy’s number one, but I’m not gonna hide in a fucking closet so you can chase Endeavor’s shadow.”
Touya’s jaw drops, and he is utterly frozen as he watches Katsuki make his way over to the bedroom on the left. Katsuki wipes at his eyes as soon as he’s out of sight and goes to his closet, opening it up and pulling out his already packed suitcase. He had tried to hold onto hope for this day going differently, but he knows that Touya is a stubborn bastard who won’t back down for anything.
He should’ve known better than to think he could ever take the number one spot in Touya’s life. It’s probably selfish for him to want to be more important than anything else, but he can’t help the way he’s fantasized about having a life with Touya—getting married, adopting a child, moving into a nice house near a good school.
He steps out of his bedroom and his eyes land on his ex-boyfriend, who hasn’t moved a muscle to even attempt to stop him from leaving, and his heart plummets further. He makes his way over to the front door and swaps out his slippers for his shoes, and then pulls out his keys and slowly slides off the one for the apartment.
He sets the little golden key down on the small entryway table, opens the door, and walks out, shutting it behind himself with a soft click.
Touya stares blankly at the door, too stunned to move as he mentally replays the visual of the love of his life leaving him. He doesn’t even realize that tears have fallen down his face, too lost in the knowledge that he fucked everything up.
—
Two unconscious men are sprawled out on either side of hero Shouto, who’s navy blue suit further offsets his mismatched appearance; his hair red and white, split down the middle, with a gray eye on the right and a turquoise on the left. He’s shockingly limited on scars for a pro hero, sporting no severe injuries, though his dual Quirks certainly help with that.
He’s got a furious glower on his face, though it’s not aimed at the villains, but rather at his eldest brother, who is wiping his bloody knuckles off on his pants. The blood is from one of the villains, who he had undoubtedly given a concussion when he’d knocked the man out before lurching to kick the gut of the other, following up with a karate chop to the carotid.
“You need to stop using excessive force,” Shouto says, usually flat tone laced in annoyance.
“Shut the fuck up,” Touya says, sneering harshly at him.
“I don’t know what caused your awful mood lately, but it’s only gotten worse over the past couple of weeks, and I’m not going to put up with it much longer,” Shouto says, crouching down to place cuffs on the villain’s wrists.
“Mind your own goddamn business,” Touya bites out.
Shouto lets out an annoyed grunt. “If I put in a refusal to work with you, you’ll be on your own, Dabi. Everyone else has already filed complaints against you.”
“Good,” Touya says, scowling angrily. “I’m fucking sick of everyone telling me what an asshole I am, as if I didn’t already fucking know that I’m a piece of shit.”
Shouto gives him another flat look. “I’m taking the villains in. You need to submit your paperwork by the end of the day.”
“Fuck off,” Touya says. “I’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer than you.”
Shouto rolls his eyes at that, reaching down to grip the cuffs of the villains, using them to hold onto the men as he raises them up on a pillar of ice, and then starts sliding along it toward the police station. Touya glares after him for a moment before growling under his breath and turning away to march off in the opposite direction, looking for someone else to pummel.
Misery and self-hatred is what’s been fueling him for the past two weeks since Katsuki dumped him. He’s laid on the bed in Katsuki’s room every night, even though he can hardly fucking sleep because his brain is so consumed repeating his mistakes, reminding him what a bastard he is.
He’s tried to apologize to Katsuki, but the man has blocked him on every social media platform, on his cellphone, and he immediately blocked the fake account Touya made to try to message him online. He’d even attempted to send messages via the ‘Baku-Squad,’ but they refused to answer him.
When he’d seen Chargebolt and Red Riot out on patrol a few days ago, he had rushed to them and casually asked where Katsuki was, but it was clear in the anger on their faces that the man had told them about what happened. Touya has never seen Red Riot truly angry before, and he had to admit that the man looked positively menacing when he had warned Touya to stay away.
Touya is so lost in his own head that he doesn’t hear the person stepping up behind him; completely misses the sounds of their skipping.
As far as he’s concerned, he’s just suddenly in an empty black void; numb to the feeling of his body hitting the ground, of the hands that grab his wrists to drag him into an alleyway.
He looks around the darkness, and jumps backwards in his headspace when a woman pops up in front of him with a cheery, “Hello!”
She’s fairly short, with lightly tanned warm ivory skin. Her mint green hair is straight, draping just past her shoulders, the top of her head covered by a bright orange bandana. Her dark teal eyes are wide and a bright grin is plastered on her face as she waves one of her orange-gloved hands at him.
Her torso is covered with a black sleeveless turtleneck and teal and orange puffy shorts go from her waist to her upper thighs. A black corset lines her waist, which sports little yellow smiley faces all the way around. Black boots are on her feet, the only normal looking part of her entire ensemble.
“Who the fuck are you?” Touya spits out.
The woman giggles loudly, hands flying to her midsection as she laughs. The longer it goes on, the more annoyed Touya becomes, until his nostrils are flaring and he moves into a fighting position—which she notices and snickers at.
“I’m Ms. Joke!” She finally declares, and the name tugs faintly on Touya’s memories, but he can’t quite connect the dots. “My Quirk is called Fool, and it allows me to see a person’s regrets.”
Touya’s entire body goes still and he narrows his eyes at her. “Are you blackmailing me, bitch?”
“Of course not!” She says, waving one hand nonchalantly. “But I am gonna make you live through variations of your biggest regret for the next 24 hours. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine when you wake up—maybe even more clearheaded.”
She giggles again, and her body slowly fades, until only her head remains, bobbing tauntingly in the air. “It’s April Fools’ Day, and you are the fool.”
—
“Ugh, I’m hungry,” Denki whines as he walks down the road, pouting dramatically as he clutches his stomach. “My tumbly is all rumbly.”
Mina snorts from his side, both of them decked out in their hero costumes. “We can stop by that takoyaki stand, it’s at the end of this street.”
“Shit, yes,” Denki says, his golden eyes brightening up. “We should get extra…”
He trails off when his eyes land on a set of legs poking out from behind a dumpster down the nearest alleyway. He sucks in a sharp breath and hurries over, Mina hot on his heels.
It’s not until they round the dark green dumpster that they realize it’s Touya.
“Fuck,” Mina says, dropping down as she checks for a pulse, sighing in relief when she feels a strong one, though his chest is moving fairly shallowly.
“This can’t be good,” Denki says as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’m gonna call it in.”
Mina nods, looking down at Touya’s unconscious face for a long moment as she contemplates her options, though she knows what she has to do. No matter how badly the unconscious Pro Hero hurt her friend, she knows that Katsuki needs to know what’s going on.
—
Touya wakes up feeling warm and content and he blinks his eyes open, finding Katsuki in his arms, the man’s sleeping face tilted up toward him in his slumber. A soft smile pulls his lips and he leans in to place a soft kiss to his cheek before carefully maneuvering his arm out from under him.
He slides out of bed, carefully moving the orange blanket and smoothing out the black pillowcase, knowing he needs to ensure it doesn’t look like he was there. He can’t risk anyone coming in and catching them like this.
He silently makes his way out of the room, going to the next door over and walking into the bathroom. He turns on the shower in the corner and while he waits for the water to heat up, he brushes his teeth. When he’s done with that, he pulls off his sleep pants and boxers and chucks them into the hamper before stepping into the shower, sighing contentedly at the hot spray.
The door opens a moment later and he opens his eyes, locking gazes with Katsuki as the man starts to brush his own teeth, unashamedly checking Touya out. The older man wants to be turned on by it, but all it does is send a pang of anxiety down his spine, and he frowns.
“You know, we could save water by showering together,” Katsuki says teasingly and Touya blinks, hit by a sudden wave of déjà vu.
He shakes it off though, and forces a smirk to his face. “No can do, Doll. Natsuo is coming over for lunch, and you know he likes to get here early.”
Katsuki’s shoulders slump slightly and he sighs—and then suddenly, it’s like the day speeds up, everything playing at triple speed as he gets dressed, pouts as Katsuki scolds him for adding too much water to the rice cooker, and then he’s opening the door for Natsuo, sitting at the table and eating, laughing when Natsuo cracks a joke about how Touya needs to buckle down on finding a girlfriend before dad pimps him out for his genes.
It doesn’t calm down until Natsuo leaves and Touya half collapses on the sofa, feeling like he’s just run a marathon. He groans, rubbing a hand over his face before pulling out his cellphone and pulling up the Hero News Network to see what’s been going on.
He hears Katsuki’s light footsteps and puts his phone down so he can look up at his boyfriend, giving him a smile as he sits next to him. He immediately reaches out to wrap an arm around his waist as he bends forward to grab the television remote.
“What do you wanna watch?” He asks.
“Touya,” Katsuki says; his tone sending dread down to Touya’s toes as he turns to look at him. “My birthday is next month, and I want to go out and have dinner with you.”
A horrible feeling builds up in Touya’s guts, mixing with the déjà vu. “You know that we can’t do that.”
“I can’t keep doing this,” Katsuki says, averting his gaze. “This whole… secret dating thing. Either we go public with this… or I’m—shit—I’m done.”
“That’s not fair,” Touya chokes out.
“And it’s not fair that I have to feel like you’re ashamed of me,” Katsuki says, turning back to him, red eyes wet.
“What do you want me to do?” Touya asks, his chest tightening painfully.
“I want you to choose me,” Katsuki says, his breath hitching as he stands up. “But I should’ve known that you wouldn’t.”
“Wait,” Touya says, reaching out for him, but the blonde doesn’t look back.
He is frozen in his spot as he watches the love of his life walk into his bedroom, walking back out far too quickly, wheeling a black suitcase behind him as he goes to the front door. He pulls his keys from his pocket and slides the one to the apartment off, setting it on the entryway table before opening the door and leaving.
—
Touya blinks his eyes open, gasping lightly when he finds Katsuki in his arms, the man’s sleeping face tilted up toward him in his slumber. He lets out a relieved breath and leans in to place a quick kiss to the blonde’s cheek before carefully maneuvering his arm out from under him.
He slides out of bed, fixing up the blanket and pillow before quietly making his way out of the room, going into the bathroom. He turns on the shower in the corner and while he waits for the water to heat up, he brushes his teeth. When he’s done with that, he places his toothbrush back into the holder and pulls off his sleep pants and boxers and chucks them into the hamper before stepping into the shower, sighing at the hot spray.
The door opens a moment later and he opens his eyes, watching as Katsuki steps up to the sink and starts to brush his own teeth, unashamedly checking Touya out.
“You know, we could save water by showering together,” Katsuki says teasingly, and Touya’s entire body goes rigid.
—
Katsuki slows down outside the hospital, panting lightly, his chest tight both from the exertion of having run all the way from his house and the panic coursing through his body. He gulps down a lungful of air and forces his breathing to calm down before he steps up to the automatic doors.
He goes straight to the nurse’s desk, tapping his fingers impatiently on the counter. “Where’s Todoroki Touya?”
The woman gives him a flat look. “You need to sign in.”
“Seriously?” Katsuki says, cocking a brow.
“Everyone has to sign in before going to the Quirk Ward, Pro Hero or not,” she says, and Katsuki scrunches his nose up, but he takes the clipboard from her when she holds it out and messily scrawls his name down. “Go through the doors to your left and follow the signs to get to the Q-Wing. He’s on the second floor, in room 216.”
“Right,” Katsuki says, turning to walk off quickly.
“Visiting hours are nearly up,” she calls after him, but he just waves a dismissive hand over his shoulder.
He moves as quickly as he can, following the appropriate signs and doing his best not to break out in a run. He bypasses the elevator in favor of taking the stairs, bolting up the two flights and shoving the door open, nearly smacking into Utsushimi Camie, who squeaks in surprise.
“Oh, damn, babes, you scared me,” the tall, shapely woman says, flicking a strand of her long blonde hair over her shoulder before planting her hand on her hip.
“The fuck’re you doing here?” Katsuki snaps out, crossing his arms and putting on his best annoyed glare.
“Came with Shou,” she says, her thick lips pulling into a frown as she looks at him, deceptively innocent brown eyes seeing straight past his illusion of calm. She steps closer to him and lowers her voice. “Here’s the tea—they think he got hit by Ms. Joke’s Quirk. She’s knocked out, like, eight people today.
“The chick who knocked out twelve people last year in Kyushu?” Katsuki asks, furrowing his brows, eyes darting over her shoulder to ensure they’re still alone.
“It’s the only day she does it, according to Tsukauchi,” Camie says, nodding sagely. “He said it’s like, a Groundhog Day thing, I guess? It lasts 24 hours, and they’re stuck in a loop where they relive the worst regret of their life. Supes rough, ya know? Apparently it gets harsher and harsher each time until the 24 hours are up.”
Katsuki nods, his brows knitting together. “What happens when he wakes up? S’ he gonna be okay?”
Camie raises one brow, a small twitch at the corner of her mouth. “Ya know, if ya don’t tone it down, I ain’t gonna be the only one to unravel your secret, babes.”
Surprise flashes across her face, and she clearly wants to ask for more information, but she holds herself back. “He’s gonna be fine. Everyone else was okay, just had yucky nightmares for a while.”
Katsuki nods, feeling his shoulders relax slightly, though all the tension in his body immediately comes back when a familiar voice calls out, “Camie, are you ready to go?”
Katsuki looks up, meeting dual-toned eyes, and Shouto tilts his head curiously as he walks over. “Bakugou? What are you doing here?”
“Really, Shou?” Camie says, giggling as she kisses his cheek. “You can be so silly sometimes. Of course he would come to see if his friend and roommate is okay.”
“Oh,” Shouto says, easily accepting that while Katsuki does his best to mask the way the words lance through his fucking heart. “If you would like to go in, that’s fine, but visiting hours end in eight minutes. Seven now, I suppose.”
—
“No!” Touya shouts.
His arms are firmly wrapped around Katsuki’s middle to stop him from standing and getting off the sofa, sobbing as his fractured heart breaks impossibly further. He doesn’t know how many times he’s replayed through the moment Katsuki breaks up with him. Each time varies a little, shifting in the tone, the expressions, and every time it hurts more than the last.
He looks up at the blonde, meeting his red-eyed gaze. Katsuki’s gorgeous eyes are full of tears, but he still shoves him off harshly, quickly scrambling away from the couch. Touya chokes on another plead and Katsuki wipes at his eyes harshly.
“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” Katsuki says, shaking his head as he licks his lips. “You act like I mean nothing to you.”
“You mean everything to me,” Touya says, reaching out for him again.
Katsuki steps away from him, his shoulders hunching in. “I told you so many fucking times that I didn’t want to hide anymore.”
“We can go on dates,” Touya blurts out, but the blonde simply shakes his head again.
“It’s too late,” Katsuki says, turning to walk for the door, skipping the usual trip to grab his suitcase this time.
Touya jumps to his feet and rounds the couch to follow after, reaching out as Katsuki opens the door to step into the hallway. He turns to look at Touya again, and then a massive blur slams into him—a man who looks to be made up of a pile of gray stones. He knocks Katsuki to the ground, but he doesn’t stop, raising his heavy foot carelessly and stepping down.
Time slows down for a moment as the stony foot crushes Katsuki’s skull, and then speeds back up as the heavy feet continue racing down the hall.
Touya’s legs wobble as he steps closer, his entire body numb with shocked horror, his knees finally giving out when he reaches the doorframe. He can’t even properly process the gore in front of him, but his stomach lurches and he falls forward, his hands landing in sticky crimson as he vomits.
—
The soft sound of the hospital room door opening up has Katsuki looking over, finding one of the nurses. He already knows what she’s going to say, and he slowly stands up.
“I gave you an extra five minutes,” the nurse says, giving him a small smile. “I know it was hard getting some one-on-one time when his whole family was in here.”
“Thanks,” Katsuki says quietly, stepping over to the door. He pauses in the doorway to look back at Touya; the only part of the man that’s moving is his chest, which isn’t nearly as comforting as the soft, steady beating of the monitor clipped to his finger.
“Do you have some concerns?” The nurse asks.
“Can…” Katsuki trails off, turning to look at her. “Can I… stay? Just to make sure nothing bad happens?”
The woman blinks once, but she looks over his face, at his somber expression, the emotion he’s tried so carefully to conceal for years. She sighs through her nose and steps into the room, quietly shutting the door behind herself.
“How long?” She asks softly.
“It’s not…” Katsuki starts, but then raises a hand to rub the back of his neck. “It’s uh, it’s over… two years of being secret just… I couldn’t keep doing it.”
They fall into silence, Katsuki looking back at Touya while the nurse’s eyes trace over his features. She frowns, looking over to the unconscious man as she considers her words.
“My daughter is eight years old,” she says, and Katsuki grunts to show he’s listening. “I had always wanted children, but… my girlfriend was scared of taking that step because she knew her family wouldn’t approve.”
That gathers the hero’s full attention, though the nurse continues looking at Touya. “I think we were together… oh, maybe two and a half years before we decided to move in together. We asked our families to help us move in, though my family already knew, Gods know I could never keep a secret from my mother.”
Katsuki huffs a soft laugh. “Yeah.”
“But when her parents showed up and realized the apartment only had one bedroom, it became a war zone,” the woman says, though she chuckles shortly.
“Right,” Katsuki says, looking down at his feet.
“We still don’t ever see them,” the nurse says, bringing a hand up to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. “Her worst nightmare came true by telling her parents, but twelve years later, we’re happier than ever. She still misses them, of course, but she realized that she had to choose between the exhaustion and fear of lying for the rest of her life, or face her parents and be true to herself.”
Katsuki grunts softly, his eyes lidding as he looks to the floor. “He… didn’t choose me.”
The nurse is silent again, pursing her lips before letting out another soft sigh. “I’ll talk to the doctor.”
—
Touya wakes up with a gasp, bolting up from the bed. He looks around and sighs in relief when he sees the darkness through the window, the sky rolling with stormy clouds. He runs his hands through his hair as his gaze falls to the blonde on the bed, who is giving him a bewildered look.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” Touya says, leaning over to kiss Katsuki.
“Love you too, idiot,” Katsuki says with a huff.
“Please don’t leave me,” Touya says, and Katsuki makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat.
Touya leans back, looking down at the blonde, eyes wide as his gaze slides all over his face. Katsuki blinks twice and then his expression slowly morphs into melancholy. Touya shakes his head, leaning in to kiss him again, but Katsuki pushes him to the side and sits up, throwing his legs over the bed, facing away from Touya.
“I can’t keep doing this,” Katsuki says before standing up.
“No no no, please,” Touya says, crawling across the bed.
“It’s too late,” Katsuki says, turning to look at him.
Touya goes up on his knees, reaching out to grasp the blonde’s shoulders. “Please, I will do anything, Katsuki.”
A loud crack sounds from outside, the window behind the blonde shatters, and then something wet splashes across Touya’s face. He winces back in surprise, looking down and going rigid when he sees the branch extending through the window, speared directly through Katsuki’s chest.
—
Katsuki holds Touya’s hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over his skin. The hospital is almost eerily silent this late, and it’s definitely past his usual bedtime, but he just can’t seem to convince himself to go to sleep.
“I remember when we first met,” Katsuki says, his voice soft, though it still seems so loud in the empty air. “I was excited to work with Endeavor’s Agency, the number one hero. I was so pissed when he took Shouto and left me to do my fucking training with this fucking wannabe J-pop star.”
He huffs a small laugh. “You were just as pissed as I was. I remember you told me you didn’t have time to babysit a fucking brat, and I told you that I shouldn’t be stuck with some technicolor knockoff Endeavor.”
He clears his throat, sniffling lightly, his chest tightening. “I fucking hate this—how fucking badly this hurts, how fucking lonely it is. But what sucks the most is that I realized I’ve felt lonely all the goddamn time, even when I was with you. I put everything into loving your stupid ass, and I know you loved me, but it was never enough, and I fucking hated that. I wanted to tell people, to show you off and be shown off, but—fuck.”
Katsuki takes a calming breath, which comes out in a shaky exhale. His eyes trail down to the stark white bedsheet beneath Touya, and he suddenly remembers the time Touya commented that he hated blank white things. He said it was like an unfinished project—blank canvases being left around.
He sighs and leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of Touya’s hand. “Wonder what your biggest regret is. Probably that time Endeavor said he didn’t like the tie you wore to the Hero Awards, hah?”
He laughs bitterly, sniffling again before shifting to lie against the bed, resting his cheek on top of their joined hands, looking up at Touya’s face. Katsuki’s own expression is somber as he trails his eyes around the man, just soaking in how utterly gorgeous he is.
—
Touya wakes up with a small groan, lying flat on his back. He opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling, wondering how many times he’s going to have to live through this. It has to have been at least thirty replays now, and he’s certainly learned that no matter how broken his heart is, the pain can always get worse.
He reaches out for Katsuki, but his hand only meets empty sheets and he turns to look, blinking in confusion. He’s never woken up alone in the bed before, not during this nightmare, anyway.
He sits up slowly, brows furrowing, feeling a sense of uneasiness churning in his guts at the silence in the apartment. Now that he’s focused on it, the lack of anything aside from his own breathing has him feeling cold.
“Katsuki?” He calls out as he slides out of bed, but there’s no answer.
He makes his way out of the bedroom, looking around the empty living space. He takes a few steps over to peer in the kitchen entryway, but that’s clearly empty as well. He frowns and walks over to his own bedroom, but that’s just as vacant.
He goes to the bathroom, leaving the door opened a crack, and his eyes land on a piece of paper folded neatly on the counter. His name is scrawled across the front in Katsuki’s familiar sharp, elegant handwriting. Touya’s hands tremble, anxiety pricking his skin as he slowly opens it.
Touya,
I love you so fucking much.
But I can’t take this anymore—hiding from the world. I know that if you had to choose between me or your father’s respect, I would lose.
So I’ve decided to take myself out of the equation.
Touya drops the paper, not finishing the rest of the long note. His head snaps up, and he catches the reflection of Katsuki’s water bottle sitting on the corner of the bathtub. He’s frozen for a moment before turning around and taking slow steps across the tile floor.
The first thing he sees as he approaches the deep tub are eight pill bottles and their discarded lids. A couple stray pills are on the white floor of the tub, and another step closer reveals one sock-clad foot, and then a second.
Touya pauses for a moment, his lower lip trembling as he takes another step, his heart lurching up into his throat as he forces himself to look down. A low, distraught moan falls from his lips and he nearly falls forward, barely catching himself on the edge of the tub as he looks down at Katsuki’s body, curled up like he’s sleeping, his form stone still and drained of color.
—
Katsuki yawns, exhaustion hitting him out of nowhere and he sits up, pulling his hand away from Touya’s, deciding that it’s probably time for him to go home and get some sleep. Touya lets out a small whimper and Katsuki’s head jerks up, shocked by the sound. The man hasn’t moved a millimeter or made so much as a sharp inhale since Katsuki arrived.
He looks at the clock, seeing that it’s nearly 1am, and after a quick internal debate, he grabs his phone and sets an alarm for 7am—an hour before visiting hours start. He yawns again and sniffles, his eyes feeling dry, and he carefully climbs up onto the bed, squishing his back against the safety railing.
He places a soft kiss to Touya’s cheek and then lays his head down on the man’s shoulder, wrapping one arm around his middle. He closes his eyes, letting himself soak in the thick, smoky scent that always clings to the man, allowing the familiar comfort to soothe him to sleep.
—
Touya sucks in a sharp breath when he wakes up, his eyes flying open and landing on Katsuki’s sleeping face. His heart aches in his chest and he sits up, shifting under the blankets to straddle the man’s hips.
He lightly slaps his hands over the blonde’s face, startling him awake. Katsuki blinks up at him, but before he can ask what’s going on, Touya dives for his mouth, kissing him hard, forcing all of his emotions into his ministrations, not stopping when tears begin rolling down his cheeks.
When he pulls back, he gasps for air and looks down at Katsuki, whose eyes are wide and face riddled with concern as Touya’s tears drip down onto his collarbones. Touya just looks at him for a long moment, leaning in to give him another quick kiss before tearing himself away.
“I love you more than anything else in the fucking world,” Touya says, his eyes flicking between Katsuki’s. “But I can’t keep doing this.”
Katsuki’s eyes blow wide. “The fuck’s that mean?”
Touya kisses him once more and then climbs off the bed, standing beside the blonde. He trails his fingers down Katsuki’s cheeks, along his lips, and he smiles softly as he trails the back of his index finger along the blonde’s adorable little nose.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Touya murmurs, and Katsuki’s cheeks flush pink. “I love you when you’re flustered, when you’re cocky, when you’re angry… when you’re sad.”
“What’s going on?” Katsuki asks hesitantly.
“I can’t watch you die again,” Touya says, huffing out a broken laugh. “Not after… not after you taking yourself out. Just… I can’t.”
He turns and makes his way out of the room, not stopping when he hears Katsuki scrambling out of bed behind him, shouting for him to stop. Touya plants himself in the middle of the living space and holds his hands up as he activates his Quirk, coating himself in blue fire.
“Stop!” Katsuki shouts, panicked. “You’re not wearing your regulators, you moron! Your body is gonna overheat!”
“I know,” Touya says, cranking up the temperature. “I’m the one who fucks everything up anyway. If anyone needs to be removed from the equation, it’s me.”
“Stop!” Katsuki screams, tears now trailing down his face.
Touya closes his eyes, doing his best not to scream as his flames go beyond the limit his body can handle and his flesh begins to melt, the fire searing him down to his very bones.
—
Katsuki steps out of the bathroom attached to Touya’s hospital room, feeling a little better now that he’s washed his face with some water, the cool temperature soothing his stinging eyes. He crosses the space, going to the little round dining table at the far end of the room, where he’d placed his phone earlier, checking for messages. He only has one and he opens it up, blank faced.
Illus-o-Bitch:
Yo, heads up, boi
Fuyu just texted Shou to say the whole fam is gonna get there at 8
A loud gasp startles him and he whirls around, staring wide-eyed at Touya, who jolts upright, the heart monitor beeping wildly as he looks around. Katsuki drops his phone and cautiously walks over.
“Whoa, calm the fuck down,” Katsuki says, and Touya’s head snaps to him.
“Katsuki,” Touya croaks out, trying to pull himself over the railing.
He nearly falls from the bed, but Katsuki rushes to catch him, both hands firmly gripping him under his biceps. “Oi, knock it the fuck off.”
Touya wraps his arms around the blonde’s middle and buries his face in his chest, getting a deep inhale of the man’s caramel scent, the one Katsuki has never been able to hide beneath musky cologne, despite his best efforts. It solidifies Touya’s mind in reality and he tightens his hold, sighing heavily.
Katsuki swallows thickly and rubs slow circles into the man’s back, trying not to melt into the embrace. It’s hard, and he wonders if coming here was a mistake, because he’s never going to be able to get over this man, and the solidification of that fact is like a slap to the face.
“I love you so much,” Touya says, and Katsuki’s breath hitches, his eyes stinging as his hand falters where he’s rubbing the man’s back.
The door opens and Katsuki looks up, his eyes widening when he sees a doctor and two nurses step inside. He pulls away from the embrace, but Touya’s hands fly out, grabbing one of Katsuki’s and holding it like a lifeline.
“I’ll call the family,” one of the nurses says, quickly leaving the room.
“It’s good to see you awake, Todoroki-san,” the doctor says as he steps up alongside the bed. “You were hit by a Quirk, but I wonder if we were wrong on the perpetrator because no one else has gotten out before the 24-hour window.”
“Excuse me,” the still present nurse says, trying to get around Katsuki to take Touya’s vitals.
“No,” Touya gasps out when Katsuki tries to pull his hand away, tugging the blonde closer and holding his hand tighter, looking at Katsuki pleadingly. “Don’t go.”
“Okay, Touy,” Katsuki says, and the older man relaxes slightly.
“Do you remember anything?” The doctor asks.
Touya nods, though he frowns, the memories suddenly feeling hazy. “It’s… hard to remember.”
“Do you know who caused this?” The doctor asks next as they pull a pen from their lab coat pocket.
“Ms. Joke,” Touya says immediately.
“You’re sure?” The doctor says, blinking, and Touya nods. “Alright. Some people affected by Ms. Joke’s Quirk experienced fluctuations with the memories, though they were unspecific on the reason why. Most forgot everything within two weeks.”
The door suddenly bursts open and the entire Todoroki family spills in.
Katsuki quickly rips his hand from Touya’s and steps to the side as they surround the bed. Rei and Fuyumi wrap their arms around him in hugs, Fuyumi doing so awkwardly with her rounded belly. Enji pats his head and tells him they’ll catch the person responsible, Shouto apologizes for leaving him alone while on patrol, and Natsuo promises to make sure the doctors here give him the best care.
Seeing that the man is in good hands, and knowing he’s about to lose himself to his sadness again, Katsuki grabs his phone and quickly leaves the room, not looking back. His eyes burn and he looks down, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he speed walks, moving as quickly as he can without actually running.
“Fuck,” Touya gasps, his hands flying to his head as the memories from the Quirk resurface in his brain. He chokes on his own spit as the agony rips through him again and he looks around for blonde hair. “Where’s Katsuki?”
“He left just after we got here,” Enji says.
“I need—I need him,” Touya says, pushing Rei’s and Fuyumi’s hands away so he can clamber off the bed, tangling his legs in the sheets and ripping the blood pressure cuff cord out of the wall as he falls.
“Whoa!” Natsuo shouts as he hurries over with Shouto and Enji.
“Get back into the bed, Touya,” Enji says sternly.
“No!” Touya shouts, standing up and ripping the velcro cuff from his bicep, dropping it to the floor. He plucks the clip off his finger too, fortunately having avoided knocking over the expensive heart monitor. “I need to apologize!”
“For what?” Fuyumi asks.
“For not letting the fucking planet know how much I love him!” Touya shouts, turning to look at them all. They all have shocked looks on their faces, but Touya doesn’t give a single fuck. “I spent two years hiding my relationship, afraid of what people would say about it.”
He locks eyes with his father. “About what you would say about it.” Enji’s eyes fill with a mix of emotions Touya can’t be bothered to decipher, and he looks across his siblings and mother. “But I don’t care anymore. That fucking Quirk made me relive the day Katsuki told me he couldn’t do it anymore. It got worse and worse and worse, until he started dying and then he kept fucking dying, and then he killed himself—”
A choked sob cuts him off, and he takes a moment to regain himself, blinking against tears. “So I don’t care anymore, and I will not let Katsuki go another fucking moment without knowing how much he means to me.”
He turns and races out of the hospital room before any of his family can overcome their shock, uncaring of the fact that he’s shoeless and in a hospital gown that leaves his ass on full display. None of the shouts in the hallway can slow him down, though when he’s suddenly engulfed in black at the doors of the Q-Wing, he gets ready to scream, but Camie steps in front of him.
“If you’re gonna go after your boy, it’d be easier if you had this,” Camie whispers, giving him a wink as she holds out a piece of paper, the blackness fading as she ends her Quirk.
“Thank you, and I’m sorry for calling you a tits-for-brains bimbo behind your back,” Touya says, and then bolts out the doors, leaving Camie to blink once before snorting out a laugh.
More nurses and doctors shout for him to stop, but he ignores them all, bursting out into the waiting room and darting for the doors. He hears startled gasps, and when he makes it out onto the sidewalk, several people scream when they see his bare ass bouncing as he races toward Katsuki’s house.
He can hear the clicking of cameras, but all that’s on his mind is Katsuki. He ignores the burning in his sides as he picks up the pace, sprinting over small pebbles that bruise the undersides of his feet.
When he finally reaches the address on the paper, he darts up to the stoop and bangs on the door. “Katsuki! I need to talk to you!”
He can hear movement behind the door, but when there are no signs of it being opened he gulps in a breath and takes a step back. He squares his shoulders, nostrils flaring with his determination.
“I am an ungrateful bastard who took advantage of the best thing to ever fucking happen to me!” Touya yells, his voice cracking a little, but he presses on. “I should’ve shown you how much I appreciate you! I never should’ve pushed my insecurities onto you! I should have sucked it up and screamed to the fucking world about how Bakugou Katsuki is the most amazing man I have ever met!”
He sucks in more oxygen, balling his hands into fists at his sides. “I lived through a fucking nightmare—watching you leave me, watching you die, but… watching you kill yourself because you thought I would never pick you—” his voice cracks again and he sniffles before clearing his throat. “I burned myself alive to escape.”
He lifts the front of the gown to wipe away the wetness on his cheeks before moving a bit closer to the door, pressing his palm flatly to the wood. “I love you more than anything else! I know I fucked up, and I know that I might’ve lost any chance of ever getting you back, but you need to know that I’m going to follow you to the ends of the Earth! I will burn down everything that stands in the way of your dreams, of your happiness, even if… even if that includes me.”
His hand slides down the door and he closes his eyes. “I spent my entire life working to be a fucking hero, but I would kill for you, Katsuki. I would burn the planet if it would make you happy.”
He gasps in a breath, his chest heaving, and the door finally opens, his palm falling through empty air on its trail back to his side. Tears drip past his waterline as he takes in Katsuki’s wet cheeks, and he steps closer, cupping his soft jaw, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away his tears.
“I am so fucking sorry,” Touya says, sincerity dripping from every word. “You mean so much more to me than my dad’s stupid fucking approval. I know I’m a fucking idiot, but I will always be here for you, even if you never give me another chance.”
Katsuki swallows thickly. “You’re an asshole.”
A wet laugh sputters past Touya’s lips. “I know.”
“Kiss him!” A familiar voice shouts from the next house over, and both men turn to see Denki standing there with the entire Baku-Squad. “If you don’t, I will!”
“I knew I was gonna regret moving in next to him,” Katsuki mumbles.
Touya huffs softly, then gasps as Katsuki’s warm hands grasp his face, turning him and pulling him in for a kiss. Touya melts into it, his hands sliding up into soft blonde hair, holding him close as their mouths move, their kiss quickly growing more heated.
Kyouka wolf whistles and Mina whoops before shouting, “Your ass looks fantastic in that gown!”
Katsuki’s hands fly down to the taller man’s uncovered ass, and he squeezes firmly, stepping backwards and using his grip to tug the man into the house. He raises one foot to kick the door shut, the sound startling Touya, who looks up before spinning them both around and pinning the blonde to the door.
“I love you,” Touya says as he starts kissing down Katsuki’s neck, repeating the words like a mantra between each lip press.
Katsuki lets out a soft moan when Touya sucks on his pulse point, his cock quickly hardening, and Touya growls lightly as he grinds against him, his own dick swelling at the sound. Katsuki lifts one leg to wrap around Touya’s thighs, and the taller man reaches down to grip the blonde’s ass, tugging harshly until he jumps, trusting Touya to carry him.
“Where’s the bedroom?” Touya pants out.
“Down the hall, past the kitchen,” Katsuki says, wrapping his legs tightly around the man’s waist as he coils his arms around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss and bite along his neck.
Touya stumbles into a table and something falls off, cracking on the floor. “Oh, fuck.”
“Ignore it,” Katsuki says, and Touya easily obeys, continuing down the hallway.
Touya stumbles into the bedroom, leaving the door open, eyes locked on the large bed centered against the far wall. The mattress is thick, up on a wooden frame, and Touya drops Katsuki down onto it hard enough to make it creak.
He pulls Katsuki’s hands and legs from him and rips at his clothing, charring a few pieces and tearing some seams in his haste. Once the man is nude, he tugs the hospital gown from his own body and climbs up over the blonde, his chest heaving as he looks him over, soaking in his beauty.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says, leaning down to capture his lips again.
Katsuki moans into the kiss as their hard cocks slide against each other, but Touya pulls back as he kisses down his neck, sucking little marks into his lightly tanned skin. He moves slowly down Katsuki’s body, trailing kisses across his skin, pausing at his pecs to slowly drag his tongue over one of his nipples before latching onto it, giving it a soft suck.
His other hand slides up and down Katsuki’s side, nails lightly dragging along his skin on each downward movement. He continues to gently roll Katsuki’s nipple between his teeth and then pulls back, releasing it with a pop and then rapidly flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, his eyes locked on Katsuki’s face as the man lets out soft sounds of pleasure.
He kisses along his chest on the way to his other nipple, where he licks a circle around it before sucking the skin into his mouth. He’s much harsher with this one, chomping down, making Katsuki gasp and arch up into him. He kisses around it soothingly, and then continues his way down the man’s body.
He trails his tongue along the dips of Katsuki’s abdomen, kisses around his belly button, feeling the man’s cock smearing precum along his chest when the head brushes his skin. Touya shudders at the feeling, moving further down, and he noses at Katsuki’s cock as he presses kisses around the base.
“Gods, I love you,” Touya says again.
“I love you too,” Katsuki says, his voice somewhat strained, pupils totally blown.
Touya licks a stripe up his length, pressing against the prominent vein on the underside, and Katsuki’s hips jerk in response. Touya dips the tip of his tongue into the slit, the taste of salty precum nearly overwhelming his senses. He twirls his tongue around the head before suckling on it harshly.
“F-fuck,” Katsuki pants out.
Touya hums, hollowing his cheeks for a hard suck before pulling off with a lewd pop. He licks his lips as he grips the blonde’s thick thighs, pushing them up as he kisses back down his shaft, sucking on his balls to show them love before dragging his tongue along his perineum.
He circles the man’s puffy pink hole with his tongue and then gathers up spit in his mouth, ensuring his tongue is coated in drool as he licks over his hole. Katsuki shudders at the feeling, reaching down to grab fistfuls of Touya’s hair.
Touya groans in approval and pushes his tongue inside slowly, making Katsuki moan softly, having always been weak for this. Touya’s fingers slowly knead his skin as he moves them closer to Katsuki’s ass, never stopping the slow curling of his tongue inside him.
When his digits are finally near enough, he presses one in to join his tongue, and Katsuki gasps as the man’s long, thick finger lightly pulls at his rim as he stretches him. Touya is still drooling heavily, salivating at the mere thought of being inside this man again; his cock is achingly hard, dripping a steady stream of precum against the blanket below them.
“Touya,” Katsuki says, and Touya hums to let him know he’s listening, sliding a second finger in to join his tongue. “Ah, f-fuck. Please. I need you.”
Touya’s eyes nearly roll back at that, and he pulls away, instinctually reaching over to the nightstand, where he knows Katsuki has always kept his lube, no matter where he’s lived. He opens the cap with a click, the sound increasing his own impatience, and he flips it upside down, squeezing it to drizzle the cold liquid directly onto his cock. The lube steams lightly when it hits him thanks to how overheated he is with his excitement.
He grips one of Katsuki’s ass cheeks with one hand, using his other to guide his dick to his entrance, taking in a deep breath, which leaves him in the form of a deep groan as he pushes inside. He stammers out curses as he leans over Katsuki, slowly pressing into him as he captures his lips in a heated, desperate kiss.
“Show me how much you missed me,” Katsuki says into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Touya’s hips.
“Oh, fuck,” Touya says, his hips snapping forward harshly. He chuckles lowly, the sound dark as he struggles to control himself. “You really don’t want me to do that, Doll.”
Katsuki’s eyes lid and he leans up to nip at his earlobe. “Do your worst.”
Touya growls out a feral sound as he pulls back until only the head of his cock is inside, and then he slams back up, the headboard cracking against the wall repeatedly as he sets a brutal pace. His dick ruthlessly slides along the blonde’s prostate, making him twitch and gasp.
Katsuki moans loudly, throwing his head back, but there’s a glint in his eyes when he opens them again a moment later. “Is this—hah—all you’ve got?”
Touya’s eyes narrow into slits and he slaps Katsuki’s legs off before pulling out, roughly manhandling the blonde as he spins him around, shoving him up against the headboard. He doesn’t give the blonde any time to adjust to the new position before he lines up and rams back into him.
Katsuki scrambles to grip the headboard as Touya pounds into him, the grip on his hips heating up, fingers pressing in hard enough to hurt. It only adds to his pleasure though, and he angles his hips, pushing back to meet each brutal thrust, gasping when the man hits the perfect spot.
“Touya!” Katsuki screams as he cums, his cock squirting out over the pillows, his orgasm hitting him so hard that his palms ignite, splintering the headboard.
He gasps as he slumps forward, but Touya is quick to wrap his arms around the blonde’s waist. He slowly sits back, pulling Katsuki flush against his chest as he sits, keeping his cock buried deep inside him as he leans back, until he’s lying flat on his back, the blonde atop him.
Touya slides his hands down to Katsuki’s hips, holding him firmly in place as he starts drilling up into him. The man’s dense weight is definitely making this harder, forcing him to take shallower breaths, but that only makes him groan louder, fucking up into him even harder.
Katsuki lets out a whimper as he reaches down to fist his cock, which has already filled back up to half mast. He jerks himself roughly, his eyes nearly rolling back as Touya’s hands sizzle along his skin, not enough to burn, but the danger of it is there and Katsuki chokes on his own spit.
“Mark me,” Katsuki gasps out, fisting his dick faster, squeezing himself harder.
Touya growls, gritting his teeth together as he pistons up, ignoring the cramp in his ass. He carefully increases the heat on his hands, enough to make himself hurt, knowing the man’s heat resistance is higher than his own, and goes a little hotter.
Katsuki’s ass clenches around him, forcing Touya to slow down as the blonde above him trembles with his release, his cock spilling out over his hand and making a mess of his abdomen. Touya curses under his breath, so close to tipping over the edge.
“Now everyone will know I’m yours,” Katsuki says, and Touya snaps.
He shoves his cock into Katsuki’s guts as he cums, groaning deeply as he unloads inside him. White dances behind his eyes as his lids flutter shut, losing himself momentarily in his bliss.
Katsuki sliding off his softened cock is what finally snaps him back into his body, looking up tiredly as Katsuki curls up at his side, leaning over him to capture his lips. Touya sighs into it, slowly leaning up over the blonde, never parting from their lip lock as he steadily maneuvers them until he’s looming over Katsuki, his hands running through his hair gently.
“I love you more than anything,” Touya mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look down at him, smiling softly when he sees the man’s eyes prick with tears. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
“Nap with me, I slept like shit last night,” Katsuki grumbles.
Touya chuckles, but nods. “Let me clean you up first.”
It takes a little while for him to find the bathroom, but he wets a washcloth with warm water and goes back into the bedroom, where he sees Katsuki tiredly pulling clean sheets onto the bed. He huffs a small laugh as he walks over, pulling Katsuki to turn him around and wiping him off, dragging the cloth down his front, along his cock, and down to the cum trickling out his hole.
“We can take a fuckin’ shower later,” Katsuki grumbles, smacking his hand and making him drop the washcloth.
“Yeah,” Touya says, pushing the blonde onto the bed and climbing in next to him, grabbing the folded clean blanket waiting on the nightstand and flapping it open before laying it over them both. He wraps his arms around the blonde’s middle, holding him close and nuzzling against his jaw. “We can take one together. Save water, y’know.”
—
Touya blinks his eyes open, his gaze immediately landing on Katsuki’s sleeping face and for a moment, his body goes rigid in horror. He slowly looks around, relaxing when he sees the unfamiliar room. He sighs as he leans in to press a soft kiss to Katsuki’s cheek and then slides out of bed.
He looks around for his phone for a moment, and then realizes it must be at the hospital along with his clothes. He goes to the closet attached to the room and grabs a pair of boxers, pulling them on over his ass.
He scans the room for Katsuki’s phone, but doesn’t see it, so he walks out down the hall in search of the device. He barely avoids stepping on the broken remnants of a vase, and is momentarily distracted as he opens various closets in search of cleaning supplies.
He grimaces, his nose scrunched up as he cleans the mess he made, making a mental note to replace it as soon as possible. But, as he’s dumping the chunks into the garbage, he finds Katsuki’s phone on the counter. He tries to unlock it, but it asks for biometrics, so he goes back to the bedroom and grabs Katsuki’s hand, carefully tapping the sleeping man’s middle finger to the fingerprint icon.
When it unlocks, he leaves the room again, ignoring the 200 notifications from various sources and going to his contacts to call Denki. The man answers on the second ring, sounding fairly confused by the call as he gives a standard, “Hello?”
“Hey, can you pick up some cinnamon soufflé pancakes and spiced maple syrup and bring it here?” Touya asks, skipping formalities all together.
“Oh, sure!” Denki says. “I’ll be there in like, half an hour-ish?”
“Thanks,” Touya says, and then hangs up and walks back to the bedroom.
He lifts the blanket, crawling under it and planting himself between Katsuki’s legs. He leans in to press a kiss to the blonde’s limp cock, and then parts his lips, mouthing over his shaft. The man twitches under him as his dick begins to swell and Touya switches to small licks, flicking his tongue along his frenulum.
Katsuki lets out a small gasp and Touya brings a hand up to gently knead the man’s balls. He opens his mouth wide, drool pooled in his cheeks, and he slowly sinks down his length, slobber dripping past his lips, trickling down to the curly blonde hairs at the base.
A soft moan passes Katsuki’s lips, and he shifts a little, sleepily rolling his hips up, seeking out the wet heat of Touya’s mouth. The older man is happy to oblige the unconscious request, relaxing his throat and feeling grateful for his lack of a gag reflex. He focuses on breathing through his nose when he rises back up, and then sinks back down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he swallows around the length.
“Fuck,” Katsuki gasps, his lids fluttering, feeling sleepy, but focusing on the heat surrounding his cock.
When a finger slides into his hole, he clenches down instinctually, surprised by the intrusion, but it doesn’t stop moving until it presses against his prostate. He gasps, bucking up, slamming his cock deeper into the wet warmth and his eyes fly open. He leans up on his elbows, his pupils blowing wide as he takes in the sight of Touya’s lips stretched around his length, eyes lidded as he meets Katsuki’s gaze.
Whatever he sees on the blonde’s face has him moaning, and Katsuki chokes, barely holding himself up with one arm as he brings his other hand up to rest on the man’s hair. He groans as Touya sucks harder, picking up the pace with both his mouth and hand, his other hand toying with his balls.
Katsuki can feel his edge rapidly approaching and he gasps, tugging at Touya’s hair. “I’m gonna—fuck.”
Touya’s eyes nearly roll back when, instead of pulling him off, Katsuki shoves his head down, forcing him to hold his cock deep in his throat as he cums. The thick, bitter release spills down Touya’s throat, which he greedily swallows, continuing to push at the man’s prostate as he gently rubs the tightened balls in his other hand, drawing out the blonde’s pleasure.
When Katsuki whines, Touya finally relents, pulling off his cock. He licks his lips and then leans in to lap around the blonde’s softening member, cleaning him up with steady kitten licks until a knock sounds on the front door.
“What the fuck?” Katsuki says, confused.
Touya pulls away from his dick and leans up to peck him on the lips. “Stay here.”
Katsuki just blinks, watching as the white-haired man scrambles out of the room, not bothered by the fact that his own erection is prominent in the borrowed boxers. Katsuki shakes his head and looks down at himself, his lips twitching when he sees the red handprints on his sides. They throb, and he knows he’s going to need to use burn cream on them for a while, but he lovingly traces his fingers over the one on his left hip.
The front door slams shut and Touya hurries back into the bedroom, holding two bags. One is clear and full of Touya’s hero costume elements, the side labeled ‘Patient Personal Items,’ with his name scrawled across the front. The other is a thick brown paper bag, and the smell wafting from it has Katsuki groaning.
“Breakfast for lunch, I got your favorite,” Touya says as he walks over to the bed, plopping down.
“Fucking hell,” Katsuki says as he opens the bag.
He pulls out the to-go container and pops it open, taking an appreciative inhale. Touya hands him the included fork and little container of syrup. He smiles as Katsuki eats, the blonde narrowing his eyes even as he blushes.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Touya murmurs, and Katsuki’s cheeks turn beet red, his flush trailing up to his ears and down to his chest. “I’ll go get a bath started.”
Katsuki just grunts around his mouthful and Touya leans in to kiss his cheek before going to the bathroom. His nerves are bubbling back up, and he chews at his lower lip as he turns the hot water on, cranking it up to the highest heat, knowing that both he and the blonde enjoy near-boiling temperatures for their baths.
He carefully lines up the soaps and then goes to the shelf, pulling down two towels and wash cloths, fidgeting with it all. He nearly jumps when hands are suddenly at his hips, pushing down the boxers. Katsuki chuckles, and Touya squirms out of the small bit of clothing, letting the blonde bully him into the tub, waiting until he sits so that he can straddle the older man’s lap.
Katsuki leans against Touya, just soaking in the warmth of the hot water and the comfort of Touya’s chest under his cheek. Touya wraps his arms around him, holding him tightly, tilting his head to brush his lips along the man’s forehead.
“I don’t want to leave,” Touya says quietly.
“Hah?” Katsuki says, leaning back enough to meet his gaze.
“I don’t want to go back to that stupid apartment,” Touya clarifies. “It’s where we hid, and I don’t want to hide anymore.”
“Idiot,” Katsuki says, slumping back against him. “I bought this house a few months ago.”
Touya blinks once. “What?”
“I’ve been fixing it up,” Katsuki says, sighing against his neck. “I was gonna surprise you with it when you were ready to…”
“Oh,” Touya says, his chest tightening up with his guilt.
“S’ our house, Touy,” Katsuki says, kissing his neck.
“I told my family that I love you,” Touya says, swallowing thickly. “And uh, I’m pretty sure everyone knows now, because I definitely saw cameras on my way over… and your phone has about two hundred notifications.”
“Huh,” Katsuki says, leaning forward, grabbing one of the washcloths. “Well, now I’m fucking curious.”
He squirts some soap onto it and wipes down his body, and Touya leans over him to grab the other, scrubbing himself down. Their movements are quicker now, curiosity pushing them to move faster so they can see what the fuck has been going on in the outside world since Touya woke up six hours ago.
Katsuki pulls the drain plug and stands up, grabbing his towel. Touya reaches around the blonde to grab his own, accidentally grabbing Katsuki’s pec on the first try. Somehow, Katsuki doesn’t seem to believe that his fingers give the nipple a pinch and a tweak all on their own.
“I swear, it’s part of the Quirk,” Touya says as they make their way into the bedroom, towels around their hips.
“Oh my Gods,” Katsuki says, snickering as he opens his closet. “You’re an idiot.”
“After-effects, Doll,” Touya says, sighing as he steps up behind the blonde. “Ah—oh no, I can feel another coming on.”
He slaps Katsuki’s ass, and the blonde snorts as he pulls down two pairs of boxers. Touya cackles as he pulls the pair gifted to him on, waiting for the blonde to tug his own on. He grabs Katsuki’s waist, holding him tightly from behind, letting the blonde lead the way out of the room, not at all bothered by having to lean awkwardly to let the man walk.
They stop by the kitchen so Katsuki can swipe his phone from the counter, and then they veer into the living room. Touya turns them both around and falls back on the couch, pulling the blonde onto his lap. Katsuki huffs, but wiggles to get comfortable and Touya sighs, nuzzling into his neck, content to read over his shoulder.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki mumbles as he unlocks his phone.
He has 43 new message groups waiting for him, over a hundred emails, and 13 missed calls from his mother. He grimaces at the last one, and swipes through his emails first, frowning when he sees that they’re almost entirely from news sources asking for interviews.
Katsuki clicks his tongue as he exits out, going to his messages next. The most recent one is the Baku-Squad chat, which still has new messages rolling in. He skips it for now in favor of opening an image attachment from Denki, which turns out to be a glorious picture of Touya’s bare ass hanging out of his hospital gown.
“Makes me regret not getting my ass tattooed,” Touya mumbles.
“Shut up,” Katsuki says, downloading the picture and immediately setting it as his new background, which has Touya snickering against his shoulder.
Finally, he goes to the text conversation with his mother.
Hag:
I’m glad you boys figured your shit out
It was painful watching you two act like you weren’t fucking head-over-heels for each other
My tsundere son deserves someone fucking sappy enough to declare his love while he’s 1 step away from public nudity
“For fucks’ sake,” Katsuki says, shaking his head as Touya laughs some more, kissing his bare shoulder. “I knew she didn’t fucking buy my lies.”
He opens his messages from Shouto next.
Half-n-Half:
I suppose having another brother wouldn’t be so bad.
But you’re going to have to take over patrols with him for a while as I already submitted my complaint against him.
They last for 30 days.
OMG!!!11!
BABEZ!
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BOTH!!!
SPECIALLY TOUYA, SO GLAD HE PULLED HIS HEAD OUTTA HIS ASS!!!
even if it is a nice ass
ANYWAY!!
CAn”T WAIT TO BE IN-LAWS!!!! ♥
“Something tells me Shouto didn’t type those out,” Touya says, and Katsuki snorts.
“Fuckin’ Sherlock Holmes, aren’t ya?” Katsuki says, shaking his head lightly.
“It’s part of my training to decipher coded messages,” Touya says, doing his best to keep his voice serious, but a grin pulls at his lips when Katsuki barks out a laugh.
Touya’s phone starts to ring from where he left it in the hospital item bag. It’s the special ringtone marking it as a call from Enji’s work phone, and Katsuki curses as he moves to the side so Touya can sprint for it. He really hopes he’s not being called in for a mission right now, because he just wants to spend the rest of his day curled up with Katsuki. Maybe fuck him a couple more times.
“Hello?” He says, slapping his phone to his ear.
“Touya,” Enji’s voice rumbles out. “Sorry for calling you from this line, but we have a lot to discuss.”
There’s some rustling, and then Rei’s soft voice takes over. “Oh, you must bring Katsuki over for dinner tonight!”
“Um,” Touya says, turning to walk back into the living room. Katsuki looks at him, brows raised in a silent question. “You, uh, want me and Katsuki to go over for dinner tonight?”
Katsuki’s eyes blow wide, and Touya just silently nods as his mother goes on about how she’s already started making the food, all his favorites, and she’s inviting his brothers and sister over as well, so it’s going to be a special family night.
“Okay,” Touya chokes out.
—
Touya is fairly certain he’s going to faint as he makes his way up to his childhood home. He knows he made the right decision, but he’s still riddled with anxiety as his boyfriend—yes, still his boyfriend, they had confirmed it on the car ride over—leads him to the front stoop.
“You want me to knock?” Katsuki offers, squeezing their joined hands.
Touya shakes his head quickly, sucks in a sharp breath, raises his fist, and barely taps it against the wood. It’s such a light sound, he’s positive that no one heard it.
Until the door is nearly ripped off its hinges, giving the two a fraction of a second to see Enji’s face before his massive arms wrap around them both and tug them against his broad chest in a bear hug that is downright terrifying with no context.
“I am so proud of you, Touya,” Enji says, chest rumbling with his words, and Touya sucks in a sharp breath. “I’ve always been proud of you, and I’m sorry that I failed to tell you that.”
He pulls back, keeping a hand on either of their shoulders as he looks down at them, his eyes sliding to Katsuki. “And I’m sorry that you were also hurt by my negligence.”
Enji lets out a long sigh and bows his head to them, lowering his voice. “And I’m in trouble with Rei now.”
Natsuo scoffs from behind his father, shouldering the larger man to the side so he can glare at his older brother. “Hana is pissed that my proposal wasn’t even that romantic.”
“I told Shou to step up his game!” Camie says from inside the house.
Fuyumi’s giggling sounds, light and airy. “I told Tensei the same thing.”
—
Touya leans across the round table, reaching past the single red rose in the vase at the center so he can clasp Katsuki’s hand. The restaurant they’re in is peaceful, with a live pianist playing classical tunes. The two men have full stomachs and satiated smiles on their faces, having already finished their meals.
“I am so fucking lucky,” Touya says, his eyes soft as he looks between Katsuki’s scarlet orbs. “I have the most gorgeous, intelligent, badass boyfriend.”
“Shut up,” Katsuki says, his cheeks pinkening lightly.
“No, it’s your birthday and it is my job to shower you with affection all day,” Touya says firmly.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch as he tries to contain a soft smile. “Sap.”
“Your strawberry shortcake,” their waiter says as he comes to a stop beside the table, holding a covered tray.
Touya gives Katsuki’s hand a squeeze before letting go, giving the man room to place the dish down. Touya’s eyes are locked on Katsuki’s face as the lid is lifted up, revealing a large, delectable slice of strawberry shortcake drizzled with chocolate and some strawberries cut into hearts lining the dish.
At the top of the cake, placed neatly atop the freshly swirled whipped cream, is a solid gold ring.
Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes going wide as he turns his gaze to Touya. The white-haired man stands up, taking the quick step to round the table, and kneels beside the blonde’s seat. Getting their cue, several more waiters suddenly walk over, producing full bouquets of red roses, and Fur Elise suddenly stops as the pianist begins to play Tchaikovsky’s Love Theme instead.
“I love you more than the moon and the stars, Katsuki. I could go the rest of my life without sunlight as long as you’re at my side, because you burn brighter than any star could ever hope to. I would be honored to have the chance to spend the rest of our lives together so I can tell you every day how much I love you.”
Katsuki’s eyes are wet, and Touya smiles softly at him as he takes the ring from the cake, using a napkin to wipe it clean. He grasps Katsuki’s left hand and holds the ring in front of his ring finger, pausing as he looks back up at the man.
“Bakugou Katsuki, will you marry me?”
Katsuki sniffles heavily, but he nods quickly. “Of fucking course I will, idiot.”
Touya grins, pushing the ring in place, though Katsuki barely gives him the chance before he grasps his face, harshly tugging the white-haired man into a kiss. The resounding applause around the restaurant is nothing but muffled background noise as the two lose themselves in one another.
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The three people in the room all stare at one another in silence, nothing but the sound of the other people in the UA University dormitory in the background.
The room belongs to Utsushimi Camie, who is seated on the left side of her bed, wearing bright pink booty shorts and a thin white tank top that’s nearly see through. Her thick, smirking lips are painted in bright red, dark mascara lines her big brown eyes, and her long blonde hair is up in a stylishly messy bun.
Standing at the foot of the right side of the bed is Bakugou Katsuki. He’s 172cm of densely muscled man, with an explosion of pale blonde spikes atop his head, angular scarlet eyes, and lips twisted up in a scowl. His black t-shirt clings to his thick biceps, the white skull on the front plastered to his plush pecs, while his loose jeans adequately hide his toned ass and legs.
Standing across from him, at the opposite end of the bed, is Todoroki Touya. He’s 180cm, slender but strong, with dyed black hair in spikes similar to the blonde’s. His eyes are turquoise, his face full of silver piercings, and his arms are covered in tattoos where they protrude from beneath his t-shirt. His skinny jeans are full of rips, barely clinging on to his thick thighs, the muscle straining against the material.
“So,” Camie says, but both men continue to glare at one another. “I know you guys are like, totes enemies or whatevs, but I thought it’d be fun if we all had some fun together.”
Touya and Katsuki’s faces contort into matching looks of disgust as they turn to give the woman bewildered looks.
Both men are infamous across campus for hating one another. They always manage to get under each other’s skin, push the other’s buttons in every possible way.
They’re also two of the hottest guys currently attending UA, and are known for sleeping around. Guys, girls, doesn’t matter as long as they can get their dicks wet.
This is something Camie is fully aware of, and hopes to take advantage of. If she can convince both of these guys to fuck her together, she will be a legend.
“That’s why you fucking texted me?” Katsuki says, incredulous.
“There’s not a fucking chance of that happening,” Touya says flatly.
“His dick ain’t getting anywhere near me,” Katsuki says, crossing his arms.
“Oh, we finally agree on something, doll,” Touya drawls.
“How about this,” Camie says, pouting and leaning back, arching her spine to push her plump tits up. “You guys kiss, and whoever keeps going the longest without losing wins and gets to fuck me in whatever position they want.”
Touya hums. “Are kinks on the table?”
“I’ll consider them, I don’t have many hard no’s,” Camie says, winking at him.
“Not fucking worth it,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes as he turns for the door.
But Touya couldn’t possibly miss an opportunity to mess with the blonde, so he lets out a small condescending laugh, which has Katsuki tensing and looking over his shoulder.
“I didn’t think you’d give up so easily,” Touya says, smirking devilishly.
Katsuki scoffs harshly. “There isn’t a force on this fucking planet that would make me wanna kiss you.”
“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual, doll,” Touya says, scrunching his nose up as he eyes the blonde. “But I’m not one to back down from a challenge. Kinda disappointing to know you give up so easy.”
Touya cocks his head to the side, raising a brow. “Thought you were the best.”
He storms up to the tattooed man, and then comes to a stop. Both of them grimace again, neither wanting to do this with the other. They’re too similar, constantly butting heads.
But now Katsuki’s drive is up and his nostrils flare. “I’m a better fucking kisser.”
“We’ll see,” Touya drawls, rolling his eyes.
They lean in, hesitating before closing the distance, pressing their lips together.
There’s a spark ignited, a small one, that has them both raising their hands. Touya grabs Katsuki’s waist and cheek while the blonde brings both up to card through the man’s soft hair.
Katsuki licks Touya’s lips and he opens up, gliding his tongue piercing along the roof of Katsuki’s mouth, and the blonde clamps down on the muscle, sucking on it. Touya groans at the feeling, his fingers digging into Katsuki’s skin.
When they part for air, it’s only to gasp quickly before diving back in, their movements growing more heated and desperate.
Touya bites on Katsuki’s lower lip and the man moans, rolling his hips up, rubbing their steadily hardening cocks together. Touya’s hands slap down on the man’s ass, tugging their crotches together, hissing at the contact.
Camie’s eyes are bright as she watches, certain that she’s going to finally get what she wants. She doesn’t really even care how; only wants the boost to her reputation.
Katsuki roughly shoves Touya to the empty half of the bed, climbing up to straddle his hips, grinding down against him as he sucks his lower lip into his mouth. He bites hard, and Touya moans, reaching down to unzip Katsuki’s jeans.
Touya shoves the material down enough for him to grope the man’s ass, kneading the soft flesh. He slides one hand down his crack, circling his hole and making the blonde groan.
Katsuki, having been in this room once before when he fucked Camie some months ago, reaches up to her headboard to grab her lube. He drops the bottle on Touya’s chest and kisses him hard again.
“You are going to open me up and then fuck me,” Katsuki says.
“And you are going to fucking scream,” Touya adds.
They both move to the edge of the bed, ripping their clothes off and tossing the items to the floor, not giving a single fuck. Katsuki flops down on the bed, pulling Touya down on him as the man struggles to get his left foot free of his skinny jeans.
Katsuki tugs him down to kiss him hard and Touya groans, squirming until he’s finally able to fully kick his pants off. He dumps some lube on his hand, not caring that some falls onto the floral pink blanket under them.
He roughly jams two fingers into Katsuki’s ass and the blonde groans at the stretch, rocking against the man’s digits. Touya starts sucking along his neck, nipping at his flesh, laving the man’s pale skin with little bruises.
Camie leans over, trying to push Touya back so she can get in on the action, but both he and Katsuki raise a hand to shove her away. She gawks at them, not sure what to do as she watches Touya add a third finger to his thrusting.
Deciding the man is ready enough, Touya pulls his fingers free and reaches for the box of condoms, knowing where they are as he has also fucked Camie once before.
He rips into the foil and rolls it down his cock, dumping some lube on over it. He grips Katsuki’s ass, parting his cheeks to line himself up. His dick barely kisses his hole for a moment before he slams up into him, immediately setting a brutal pace.
Katsuki screams, reaching up for Touya, snaking his hands under the man’s arms, gripping the backs of his shoulders to pull him in for another kiss. He drags his nails down Touya’s back, marking him up, making him moan loudly, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“This isn’t what I wanted!” Camie screams, but both men completely ignore her.
Touya grips Katsuki’s thighs, pushing them up, sinking in deeper as he continues ramming into him. The headboard slams loudly against the wall with each thrust, a few things falling to the floor as he pounds into Katsuki repeatedly.
Katsuki clenches around him, feeling his edge right there, and Touya reaches down to roughly jerk his cock, sending him over the edge with another scream. Touya curses loudly, leaning down to bite into Katsuki’s shoulder as he cums, hips slapping harshly against his ass as he fills the condom.
It feels like he cums for ages, but when he’s done, he’s still rock hard, more turned on than he’s ever been in his entire fucking life. He pulls out, tugging the condom off and throwing it carelessly to the side.
It lands on Camie’s lap, making her shriek and jump off the bed.
Touya just grabs another, ripping it open, the foil falling from his lube-slicked fingers. He nearly ruins the condom in his haste to roll it on, and he doesn’t waste time with more lube before he rams back into Katsuki’s hole.
The blonde cries out, swatting Touya’s shoulder. “Fucking stop for a second!”
Touya complies, pulling out, making an annoyed growl in the back of his throat as he shifts back so Katsuki can sit up.
Camie steps back up to the bed, certain she’s finally going to be involved. She watches eagerly as Katsuki harshly tugs Touya around until he’s leaning up against the headboard. She licks her lips, wondering if she’s going to get sandwiched or maybe double penetrated.
But then Katsuki climbs on top of Touya, grips the tattooed man’s dick to steady him, and drops down, spearing himself harshly.
He sets his own rough pace, his own cock already leaking again as he grinds down with each slap down against Touya. The tattooed man’s hands fly up to his ass, helping slam him down harder as he bites on his lower lip.
“Seriously!?” Camie shouts.
She’s ignored again and she stomps her foot angrily before turning and storming out of her own room, slamming the door shut behind her, heading to get the RA.
Katsuki continues bouncing on the thick cock inside him, moaning and panting into the kiss, delighted by the metallic tinge of blood from their multiple bites. He licks across Touya’s jaw to his neck, where he starts sucking his own marks into the man’s skin.
The door slams open again and a squeaked, “Kacchan!” doesn’t gather any sort of response.
The door shuts again a moment later, not that either of the two give a fuck.
Katsuki harshly bites on Touya’s shoulder, and the moan the man lets out tips him over the edge, completely untouched. He clenches around the man’s dick as his own shoots out streams of cum between them.
Touya continues fucking up into him for another minute until the band of pleasure snaps, feeling like he might black out from how hard he cums.
Katsuki barely manages to move up to claim Touya’s lips again, clenching lightly around the man’s cock, both riding out their bliss with slower movements. It’s like they’ve finally scratched an itch they’ve never fully been able to reach before.
Katsuki pulls up off him after a long moment, and Touya tugs the condom off, chucking it onto the floor without a care. He grabs a sweater from the nightstand and uses it to wipe the cum from them both and then he slumps back, letting out a whooshed exhale.
“Fuck, I’m tired,” Touya says.
“Shit, me too,” Katsuki says, snickering as he moves under the blankets.
Touya follows suit, wiggling until he’s comfortable. He rolls up against Katsuki, wrapping an arm around the man’s middle. The blonde rolls his eyes, but tangles their legs together.
They’re both sweaty and disgusting, but they’re so exhausted that they fall asleep within minutes.
—
Camie makes her way back to her dorm room, finally done filing her complaint with RA Midoriya. The man had been incredibly helpful in showing her how to file it, being very thorough. But it had taken nearly two hours and now it’s late and she’s both horny and pissed off.
She shoves her door open and flips her light on, freezing for a second when she sees Katsuki and Touya sleeping in her bed.
She grits her teeth furiously and slams her door shut, waking them up. Both sets of eyes turn to her, identical levels of annoyance on their faces.
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Katsuki says.
“We were trying to fucking sleep,” Touya says.
“Get the fuck out of my room!” Camie screams, face red.
Katsuki groans, but untangles from Touya, both of them climbing off the bed. Katsuki winces when he bends over and Touya snickers, earning a swat upside the head from the blonde.
“Hey, doll, you wanna go get dinner and sleep over at my place?” Touya suggests.
“Fine,” Katsuki says. “But I’m getting us breakfast.”
“Are you two fucking kidding?” Camie says, eyes bulging as she gawks at them. “Are you assholes dating now? Fucking seriously?”
Katsuki and Touya just look at one another for a long moment as they finish doing up their jeans. After a moment, they both shrug.
“Works for me,” Katsuki says.
“Sounds good,” Touya says.
They both head for the door, ignoring Camie’s furious screaming behind them.
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Organization for Transformative Works
Soulmates are a simple fact of life.
Everyone has a soulmate—some even have more than one.
A soulmate is someone who perfectly completes the life of another.
Oftentimes as lovers, but many simply complete each other in friendship.
No one knows how the soul connections are formed. It’s a universal unknown that no science has ever been able to make sense of. It just happens, and people have accepted it for centuries.
The connection is usually made near adulthood, but occasionally bonds are formed earlier, in a person’s early teen years. Any younger than that is so rare that no one ever expects it, as it means one of the pair has gone through something incredibly traumatic, or, in some cases, has died before the two could meet.
—
Bakugou Katsuki is only eleven when he feels his soul bond come to life. He’s in the middle of class, focusing on the math lesson, when he’s hit with an intense feeling that courses through his entire being, inside and out.
He falls from his desk, his entire body tingling, and he pants heavily as he clutches his chest. The bond overwhelms his senses, burning his heart and soul with a heat that is both pleasant and painful in a way he can feel is wrong.
His teacher rushes over to help him, panic lacing her features. “Katsuki! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Katsuki looks up at her and she gasps and nearly falls over herself. His classmates gather around him then, and their jaws all drop. The soul bonding process is unmistakable, and no one can miss the way that Katsuki’s scarlet irises glow as the connection solidifies itself.
“I’m going to call your parents,” his teacher says.
Katsuki nods weakly, unable to move. He’s not sure what it is, but the burning feeling is like some sort of secondhand ache in his core.
“Kacchan,” his long-time friend and rival, Midoriya Izuku says as he makes his way over. “It’s… it’s your soul bond.”
“No shit, Deku,” Katsuki snaps weakly. He levels the green-haired boy with a glare, but the expression falters when he sees the sadness in the boy’s wide green eyes. “The hell’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing!” Midoriya says, waving his hands frantically, freckled face flushing a deep red. “I just wanted to see how I could help! I thought you might be hurt at first, but you’re fine. I could help you get your stuff together before your parents get here. I could probably bring you to the nurses office or—”
“Oh my God, shut up,” Katsuki snaps. The soul bonding is calming down slightly, and he pushes himself up to his feet to lean heavily against his desk. “Stop your fucking muttering, nerd.”
“Your father will be here in a few minutes,” the teacher says from the front of the room. “You can gather your things and wait for him by the front doors. You’ll be exhausted for a couple of days while the bond solidifies.”
—
His parents are both anxious and excited when they find out Katsuki’s bond formed so early.
His mother, Mitsuki, tells him that over centuries of recorded soul bonds, there are less than a thousand known cases across the planet where bonds were formed before fourteen.
Katsuki is pleased by that fact, as he has always strived to be the best in everything he does, so knowing his name will be added to such a short list does wonders for his already somewhat inflated ego.
His father, Masaru, is more reserved though, knowing that there’s a possibility the early formation means Katsuki’s soulmate may have passed on. He explains that gently to Katsuki, who brushes him off, refusing to even consider the possibility.
He stays home for three days while his soul bond burns throughout his body in waves. It ripples across his back and shoulders, along his throat and lower face, and he even finds himself crying when the areas under his eyes burn unexpectedly.
During this process, some people receive a soul mark, something like a tattoo that perfectly matches in design and location to their soul mate. Not everyone obtains (or finds) their mark, and Katsuki honestly isn’t sure whether he really wants to have one or not, but he looks.
He has his mother comb through his wild, ash-blonde hair for hidden marks, but nothing is there. He looks his body over multiple times while in the shower, but never finds anything.
He asks his father to check his back for marks that he might’ve missed in the mirror, but it seems that there’s simply nothing visibly different. He tries not to waste too much time on it.
—
When Katsuki goes back to school, the kids are strange around him. Many ask questions that he doesn’t know how to answer, so he just tells them all to fuck off and do a web search if they’re so insistent on getting some fucking answers.
Midoriya, however, is all too eager to answer the questions around him.
“So, have you written messages on your skin yet?” One of his classmates asks. “That just seems so cool! It’s what I’m most excited about!”
Katsuki is about to answer when Midoriya pipes up from his seat. “Actually, soul bonds aren’t always formed at the same time between two people!” The nerd seems weirdly cheerful about that fact. “There can be up to ten years between the bond marking two souls!”
Their nosy classmate gasps. “What!? That’s so cool! Man, Katsuki, I wonder if your soulmate will be someone you already know?”
Katsuki snorts. “I fuckin’ doubt it. I don’t wanna be stuck anywhere near any of you losers.”
“That’s not very nice, Kacchan,” Midoriya says, frowning.
Katsuki sucks in a breath to start yelling at him, but their homeroom teacher walks in and announces that class is starting. Katsuki huffs angrily and turns his gaze back to the front of the class. He struggles to focus on the lesson while he turns over Midoriya’s words, though.
If his soulmate hasn’t gone through their own bonding yet, that could explain why Katsuki hasn’t found a soul mark on his body.
—
Katsuki is eighteen when he’s cornered on his way home from school. A grown ass man shoves him against the alley wall and Katsuki’s useless followers scatter like the goddamned cockroaches they truly are.
“Get the fuck offa me!” Katsuki roars, shoving back against the man.
“Oh, but I like you,” the man says, giving Katsuki a disturbing grin. “You’ve got spunk, kid.”
Katsuki tries to shove the man off, but the asshole has to be nearly 200cm tall, towering over Katsuki’s 172cm frame. He grabs Katsuki’s wrists with one large hand, pinning them above his head.
With his other hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a soaking wet rag. He shoves it harshly against Katsuki’s face, smothering his nose and mouth.
“Kacchan!” A scream echoes down the alleyway, but Katsuki rapidly loses consciousness.
—
When Katsuki wakes up, he’s in a hospital bed. He sits up quickly and an intense pain shoots through his body. Nausea overcomes him and he leans over the side of the bed and vomits on the floor.
“Katsuki!” The familiar voice of his mother reaches his ears.
“What the fuck happened?” Katsuki asks as he turns to look at the other side of the room. Both of his parents are sitting in chairs alongside his bed. They’re lucky that he hadn’t vomited on that side of the bed.
“Oh, son,” Masaru says with a sob. “You’re going to be okay. You’ll be okay. I promise.”
“The fuck’re you talking about?” Katsuki demands. Breathing hurts and there’s a pain in his shoulder and abdomen that he’s struggling to ignore.
“Honey, go get the nurse,” Mitsuki says to Masaru.
The man nods before rushing out the door. Katsuki smacks his lips and grimaces. Mitsuki hands him a box of tissues and he gratefully snags a few to wipe his mouth off. It doesn’t help.
“You gonna fuckin’ explain?” Katsuki grumbles.
“A man tried to grab you in an alley,” Mitsuki says, fury in her voice that she’s failing to control. “You’re lucky Izuku happened to see it. He called the police and distracted the man after he knocked you out with a rag soaked in chloroform. Kid, there was so much on that rag, you almost drowned in it. The bastard managed to stab you twice. You were in surgery for hours, and you’ve been unconscious for days.”
Katsuki furrows his brow, he remembers everything up to his nickname being called out by the nerd. He looks down at his body, frowning deeply. He’s in a hospital gown, which makes sense. His left shoulder is wrapped in thick bandages, as are his forearms. His mother is about to say more when the door opens and his father reappears behind a bland looking doctor.
“Ah, Katsuki, so good to see you awake!” the doctor says, stepping closer and giving Katsuki a smile. “You’ll be alright, young man. We’re monitoring your vitals very closely. You are fortunate that your friend got to you as quickly as he did.”
“Deku’s not my fucking friend,” Katsuki grumbles.
“Katsuki!” His mother hisses. “He saved your life!”
“She’s right, young man,” the doctor says. “Now, your injuries are severe, as you were stabbed twice, but we managed to patch everything up. Your arms are really scraped up, but nothing is broken. The nurses put a thick layer of ointment on your arms as it’s simply cleaner and easier to wrap over that. You’ll have some pain for a while, we’ll get you something to help with that.”
“When can I go home?” Katsuki asks, scratching absently at his covered arms. It feels like something is under the bandages, and the itchy feeling is growing rapidly.
“Soon, don’t worry,” the doctor says. “We’ll monitor you for a few hours now that you’ve woken up, but I see no problem with you going home tonight after we run a few more tests. You can come back in or see your primary doctor in a week to get the stitches removed.”
“Oh, you can remove those,” the doctor says. “The itchiness is probably from the ointment drying the bandages to your skin. Do you need help removing them?”
Katsuki scoffs. “Fuck no.”
He tunes out the doctor as he starts unravelling the bandages on his left arm. He furrows his brow when he spots something black under them. When he realizes what’s there, his jaw drops and he freezes mid-movement as he stares at the writing on his skin.
He faintly hears his mother gasp, and he doesn’t even struggle against her as she quickly unwraps his arm the rest of the way. Someone else is unwrapping his other arm—the doctor or his father, he doesn’t know and doesn’t care.
Are you okay?
Please be okay!
Fuck, come on, write back! I need to know that you’re okay!
Katsuki slowly turns his arms as he reads the messy scrawl. It’s Japanese, and Katsuki’s heart leaps at the idea of his bonded half being in the same country. He knows that some people have to learn whole new languages just to understand their soulmate.
Katsuki slowly turns to look at his right arm. The words there are messier, his soulmate is clearly right-handed, and the singular phrase is surrounded in arrows pointing down.
Write on this arm!
Writings on skin show up not only on one’s own skin, but also on their soulmate, in the same spot. Ink on skin fades over the bond after a few hours, so his soulmate has to have been re-writing the messages regularly in their desperation for a response in order for them to still be this dark.
“Pen,” Katsuki croaks out.
“Of course!” Mitsuki says as she violently rifles through her purse.
After a moment, she pulls out a black pen and thrusts it into Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki is, fortunately, left-handed, so it’s easy for his response to go on the arm his soulmate asked him to use.
I’m okay.
Katsuki doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until new ink starts blooming on his arm under his response. He lets out a shuddered breath as messy scrawl written by a non-dominant hand appears on his milky pale skin with each pen stroke from his other half.
Thank fuck! I’m so glad you’re okay! I’m Touya.
Katsuki grins down at his arm and waits a moment to ensure Touya is done writing before he gives his response.
Katsuki.
“Alright, brat,” Mitsuki says softly. “You have the rest of your lives to write to each other. For now, you need to take a shower. I just sent your dad out for food that isn’t the garbage served in the cafeteria downstairs. I’ve got a bag here with clean clothes for you.”
“Fine, hag,” Katsuki says, but there’s no heat in his words; he’s still in shock over the marks on his arms and unable to even attempt to be anything but amazed.
—
When Katsuki goes back to school nearly three weeks after his attack, he ignores pretty much every single one of his classmates. They pester him with questions, but he screams at them until they back off.
Final exams are only a month away and he needs to focus on studying and completing his college applications.
Fortunately, Katsuki uses the few days home from the hospital to catch up on his missed homework, so he’s still confident in his ability to stay at the top of his class through the exams.
Still, never the slacker, Katsuki takes detailed notes and barely wastes his time sending threatening glares at the students who left him alone with that asshole who’d attacked him. They avoid him, smartest decision any of them ever made, clearly.
Outside of schoolwork, the only other thing he really does is write back and forth with Touya. He learns that the other man is older, having turned 25 back in January, his favorite color is purple, and he likes all kinds of animals.
His soul bond had formed when he’d nearly died in a house fire caused by his father falling asleep while smoking. Which explains why Katsuki’s bond formation had hurt so much.
Touya hadn’t even realized his bond had formed until he’d felt the dread through their connection after Katsuki’s attack. In turn, Katsuki hadn’t ever tried to write first because he hadn’t felt the bond change and assumed his other half hadn’t formed their bond yet.
They have yet to try to meet in person and still only know each other’s given names, both anxious for their own reasons.
—
Being late winter still, it’s cold outside, and Katsuki always tends to run cold. So, he keeps his uniform jacket on at all times and bundles up in his black winter coat on the walk home, which becomes the worst part of his days because of one persistently obnoxious green-haired boy.
“Will you stop fucking following me, Deku!?” Katsuki barks over his shoulder.
“Wha—I’m not following you, Kacchan!” Midoriya squeaks. “Our houses are on the same street!”
“Walk on the other side of the fucking road, then!” Katsuki growls out.
“But—” Midoriya starts, and Katsuki rounds on the other boy.
“I don’t need you to fucking protect me,” Katsuki says, voice low and gruff as he stomps up to Midoriya.
The other boy gasps suddenly and leans closer to Katsuki’s face, his green eyes going wide while Katsuki’s own flare with anger.
“What the fuck!” Katsuki shouts as he shoves him back, knocking the greenette to his ass.
“Kacchan, your eyes,” Midoriya says quietly. “Your mark… is on your eyes.”
Katsuki blinks. “What?”
“You’ve got black rings around your irises,” Midoriya says. “They weren’t there before.”
Katsuki frowns and turns away from the other boy. “Fuck off.”
“Do… do I have them?” Midoriya asks quietly.
“Do you have what?” Katsuki snaps, spinning back around to glare at the other.
Midoriya’s eyes are wet as he stares up from his spot on the sidewalk. “Do I have black circles around my irises?”
Katsuki scowls. “Why the fuck would you?”
Midoriya’s face flushes a deep crimson. “W-well, y-you haven’t… um… your soulmate…”
“I know who my fucking soulmate is,” Katsuki says angrily.
Midoriya’s eyes widen. “You’ve met them?”
“What? No, but I’ve fuckin’ written to them,” Katsuki growls.
“Oh,” Midoriya says, so quietly Katsuki almost doesn’t hear it.
The nerd swallows thickly and tears pool in his eyes, quickly spilling down his cheeks. Katsuki stares at him, bewildered, but he doesn’t offer to help the boy up as he shakily rises. Midoriya opens his mouth to say something, but the only sound that escapes him is a small sob. Katsuki’s eyes widen and Midoriya abruptly runs past him.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki whispers to no one. He turns and walks home, thankful for the peace and solitude, but mildly concerned about the damn nerd.
Katsuki isn’t an idiot, he understands what just happened.
Midoriya, Deku, the fucking nerd that Katsuki is a friend, rival, and bully to, thought that he was Katsuki’s soulmate. He wanted to be Katsuki’s soulmate.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki mutters again.
—
When Katsuki gets home, he rushes to his bedroom to deposit his bag before heading to the bathroom to look at his eyes.
Midoriya was right.
Katsuki’s soul mark has finally shown up. It has to have been recent, so maybe it’d happened after his first written contact with Touya, though Katsuki can’t be sure.
He considers letting Touya know, but he’s embarrassed that maybe he’d missed the mark for years, and he really doesn’t want the older man thinking he’s an idiot.
—
Katsuki finishes his final exams with flying colors, receiving the top marks in his class and he graduates with honors.
At the graduation ceremony, he’s forced to give a small speech to the rest of his graduating class, and he tries very hard not to swear or belittle anyone during the short time on stage.
He only uses ‘fuck’ twice and doesn’t blatantly specify anyone as being incompetent or stupid, so he considers it a success.
Touya lets him know he’s proud of his accomplishment, and is absolutely ecstatic when Katsuki receives his acceptance letter to UA University and lets the other know he already filled out the paperwork to attend.
Touya lives and works near there apparently, and is thrilled at the development.
They still haven’t discussed meeting up.
—
Katsuki groans and rolls over, nearly falling off his tiny dorm bed. He huffs and sits up, stretching his arms up over his head and cracking his neck.
“Yo! You’re up!” Is yelled across the room.
Katsuki looks up to glare at his dormitory roommate, Takami Keigo. The man is a couple years older than him, having started college later than most. He has dirty blonde hair and copper eyes lined with little triangles on the inner corners. Katsuki had originally thought it was a soulmark, but nope—the moron tattooed the marks on.
He apparently doesn’t have a soulmark, or at least he doesn’t know what it is. But his friend apparently likes tattoos and got him hooked on them. Katsuki’s personal (least) favorite are the wings on his shoulder blades. They’re cliché and the wing style looks like they came from a chicken rather than a cool bird of prey or something.
“The fuck d’you want, Bird Brain?” Katsuki snaps as he rises to his feet. Takami laughs as Katsuki strides to his dresser and pulls it open with more force than necessary.
“Just wondering if you want to go get a coffee?” Takami asks, still far too cheery for having just woken up.
Katsuki contemplates that for a moment. “You paying?”
“Sure!” Takami says. “I know the barista there. He usually gives me half off, so that’s cool with me!”
“Fucking… fine,” Katsuki grumbles. “I’ll be dressed in five.”
Ignoring Takami’s cheering, Katsuki pulls off his pajamas and tugs on a pair of dark wash jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt with a white skull on the chest. He grabs his black sneakers, pulling them on before looking over his shoulder at Takami, who is gaping at him.
“The fuck’re you lookin’ at?” Katsuki growls.
“Dude!” Takami sputters. “You’re stupidly muscular for your age.”
Katsuki cocks a brow as he straightens back up. “No shit. It’s called going to the gym and eating right.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and tucks his phone and fine point Sharpie into his pocket before turning back to his roommate.
“We gettin’ this goddamn coffee or not?” Katsuki snaps as he stuffs his arms into his winter coat. It’s March, still cold outside, and Katsuki hates the cold.
“Fine!” Takami says with a huff as he grabs his bright red leather jacket.
Katsuki rolls his eyes and tugs the door open. He waits for Takami to step out before pulling the door shut and locking it. He’d only moved in a couple days ago and he already knows that his moronic roommate never locks their door, which royally pisses Katsuki off.
Katsuki walks alongside Takami as they leave the dormitory building, letting the man guide the way toward the campus gates. Katsuki turns to the other blonde with a flat look.
“This place is off-campus?” Katsuki asks.
“Don’t worry, it’s only a ten-minute walk,” Takami says cheerfully.
“Better be fuckin’ worth it,” Katsuki grumbles.
Katsuki feels a familiar tingling on his forearm and he pulls his sleeves back just enough to check the message, already knowing what it’s going to say.
Have a good day, Katsuki!
Katsuki pulls out his Sharpie and takes the cap off with his teeth so he can write his own message underneath Touya’s.
You too.
“Aw, you have your soulmate already?” Takami says, sounding thoroughly amused. “You’re so grumpy. I bet your soulmate is all growly and angry and stuff.”
Katsuki yanks his sleeve back down and re-caps his pen before shoving it into his pocket. He glares at Takami, a heavy scowl on his lips.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” Katsuki says coldly.
“Hm, you’re right,” Takami agrees. “I haven’t gotten my soul bond yet. My parents got their bonds later, in their mid-twenties, so I should get mine really soon.” Katsuki grunts in acknowledgment, not particularly caring. “But I’m pretty sure I already know who my soulmate is.”
Katsuki cocks a brow. “Yeah?”
Takami sighs dreamily. “You’ll meet him at the café. We’ve been together for years.”
“Oh, gross, I don’t wanna meet your fucking boyfriend,” Katsuki says, scowling at the other man.
Takami laughs and stops in front of the café doors. “Too late!”
Takami tugs the door open and walks in, leaving Katsuki to catch it before it can slam shut in his face. Katsuki rolls his eyes as he follows his roommate, looking around the small café.
“Dabi!” Takami belts out happily. “My man! My best bro! My one true love!”
“Hawks!” The barista says cheerfully. Katsuki’s eyes immediately snap over to the man.
He’s a little taller than Katsuki and has spiky snow white hair, broad shoulders, and a clearly strong form absolutely coated in black, purple, and red tattoos. The ink is under his bright turquoise eyes, his lower jaw and lip, down his throat beneath his shirt collar.
On top of the colorful markings, he has silver piercings in his ears, three studs in his left nostril, barbels in both eyebrows, snakebites in his lower lip, and cheek piercings that could possibly be for dimples. Katsuki doesn’t know enough about piercings to be certain about that.
Where the man’s short sleeves end, the ink continues down both arms, all in the same tightly drawn style, almost like a mandala, and the reddish purple in the background seems almost like a henna design. The little name badge on his apron reads ‘Dabi’ with a little fire sticker next to it.
He’s fucking beautiful.
“This is my roommate, Bakugou,” Takami introduces when they reach the counter.
Katsuki nods his greeting and tears his eyes away from the other man to look up at the café menu on the wall behind him. He can sense the other man looking him over and he feels weirdly self-conscious under his eyes.
“So, this is Blasty, huh?” Dabi says with a chuckle.
“The fuck did you call me?” Katsuki snaps, eyes flicking to the man as he narrows his gaze.
Dabi laughs, and the sound twists Katsuki’s heart in a painfully pleasant way that he can’t accurately decipher, which is not good paired with his lack of caffein. Dabi calms down after a moment and grins at the blonde, the look is somewhat manic.
“Man, you’re just like Kei said you were,” Dabi says, sounding delighted at that knowledge.
Katsuki turns to glare at Takami, who shrugs. “It was only fair to warn him.”
“Fuck you, Bird Brain,” Katsuki snaps.
“Bird Brain?” Dabi wheezes, practically doubling over with laughter.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Takami grumbles. “You’ll get a cruel nickname soon, anyway.”
Katsuki narrows his eyes at the two, not liking the feeling that the two boyfriends are making fun of him. He is not awake enough for this bullshit.
“Oi, Patchwork,” Katsuki says, catching the barista’s gaze. “What coffee here isn’t too sweet and has a fuckload of caffeine?”
“Patchwork!?” Dabi yells indignantly, and Keigo grimaces. “You’re such an asshole!”
“You’re covered in fucking tattoos,” Katsuki says flatly, and for some reason, the man calms a little at his reasoning.
“Gimme a caramel macchiato,” Takami says, cutting the two men off.
“Fine,” Dabi says, and then huffs and looks to Katsuki. “You wanna try our spicy coffee?”
“Why the fuck not,” Katsuki says dryly.
Dabi smirks and Katsuki rolls his eyes as the white-haired man starts chatting animatedly with Takami. Katsuki pulls his phone out and scrolls through his messages as he waits for his drink.
“Here you go!” Dabi chirps, holding out a coffee cup to Katsuki.
“Thanks,” Katsuki grumbles as he takes the offered item. He sniffs it tentatively and takes a small sip. A surprised, pleased hum escapes his lips. “Not bad, Patchwork.”
Katsuki looks over to the barista, who is practically glowing with the approval. Katsuki gives him a quick once-over. The man’s white t-shirt hugs his obviously toned body, and it’s thin enough that where the edges of the apron end at the middle of his chest that the faint spots of more dark ink can be made out on his front.
Katsuki’s eyes make it back up to the tattooed man’s face and he cocks a brow when he sees the flush on the man’s cheeks, paired with a mischievous smirk.
“Okay! Time to go!” Takami says, pushing his way between Katsuki and the counter, effectively cutting off Katsuki’s view of the other man.
“Bye, Kei! Bye, Doll!” Dabi says as the two students make their way out of the shop.
“Fuck you!” Katsuki shouts, furious over the nickname, and he can hear Dabi cackling behind him.
Takami shoves him out the front door as he shouts, “See ya, Dabi!” over his shoulder.
“I ain’t gonna steal your man, asshole,” Katsuki snaps as soon as they’re out on the sidewalk again.
Takami blushes a furious cherry red. “Shut up.”
Katsuki takes a long drink of his coffee, it really is very good. “Why’d you get all jumpy back there, anyway? I’m not interested in stealing your goddamned soulmate. I’m not a fucking asshole.”
“I mean, you kinda are,” Takami says, and Katsuki levels him with a glare. “Okay, okay! Maybe you’re not that much of an asshole. You’ve just got an explosive personality.”
“Right, ‘Blasty,’ wasn’t it?” Katsuki sneers.
“Yup!” Takami says with a laugh. His expression soon falls, though, and he takes a sip of his drink. “But I’m pretty sure Dabi is my soulmate. He’s bonded, but he’s never talked about them, so I don’t think he’s written yet.”
“It can take up to ten years for that shit,” Katsuki says, repeating the fact he’s known for nearly a decade himself.
“Damn,” Takami whistles. “How long was it before you wrote to yours?”
“About eight years,” Katsuki says with a shrug, not interested in giving out the more personal information his Touya has shared with him about their bond.
“Wait, what!?” Takami shouts. “You’re only nineteen!”
“Yup, I’ll be twenty on the 20th,” Katsuki says.
“So, you were what, ten, eleven when you bonded?” Takami asks, sounding awed.
Katsuki nods. “Eleven.”
“Dude,” Takami says. “Dude! That’s crazy!” He laughs, sounding a little crazed. “Why haven’t you met your soulmate yet?”
“None of your fucking business,” Katsuki snaps.
Takami holds his hands up in a placating gesture. “I get it, man.”
Katsuki bites his tongue and focuses on drinking the rest of his spicy coffee.
Takami does not get it, but Katsuki isn’t about to explain that bullshit to his goddamn roommate.
—
Katsuki falls into a routine once classes start. Takami goes to the café and brings him back a spicy coffee. He acts like it’s to be nice, but Katsuki knows it’s because Takami didn’t like the way Dabi and Katsuki had interacted in that weird, playful banter.
Katsuki doesn’t really care—he isn’t interested in pursuing someone else’s soulmate, and Takami insists that his tatted up boyfriend is just that.
Besides, Katsuki is happy enough simply writing back and forth with Touya.
They still don’t share super detailed info, but they write about their favorite places to eat around the UA campus, and random things about their days. Sometimes Katsuki gets bored in his easier classes, and he pulls out his pen and doodles on his arm.
Katsuki is majoring in Organic Chemistry and minoring in Art. So, he often draws chemical bonds that he flourishes with flowers. Doodling for Touya isn’t anything new, but his soulmate always seems to appreciate it, and even admits to taking pictures of some of them.
—
Uraraka Ochako plops down next to Katsuki in the cafeteria.
“So, there’s this party on Saturday, and I really think you should go,” the bubbly brunette says, and Katsuki looks up at her with a raised brow.
“The fuck would I wanna do that for?” Katsuki asks.
He isn’t sure why Uraraka started eating lunch with him, but he also doesn’t mind. They’re both staying in the Heights Alliance dormitory and met when there was an impromptu weight-lifting competition in their building’s gym. It quickly became a simple contest between the two of them, and after nearly matching Katsuki’s own limits, Uraraka had gained his respect.
But that doesn’t mean he wants to go to a fucking party with her.
“Oh, come on, you’re in college, live a little!” Uraraka says, giving him a wink.
“Don’t need a fucking party to live, Pink Cheeks,” Katsuki snaps.
Uraraka pouts. “Please? My soulmate wrote to me and said they’d be there.”
Katsuki eyes her curiously. “Your soulmate goes here?”
“Yeah!” Uraraka says, her expression suddenly bright. “Small world, right!?”
Katsuki grunts and considers that as he eats his rice. After a long drink from his water bottle, he looks back at her and purses his lips.
“Fine,” Katsuki says. “But if you two hit it off, I’m fucking leaving.”
“Works for me!” Uraraka says cheerfully. “I just need some emotional support.”
“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbles, and he furiously digs back into the rest of his lunch.
He knows Uraraka is giving him a strange look, but he really doesn’t want to voice the fact that he’s jealous she’s going to get to meet her soulmate, who she bonded with only a month earlier, while Katsuki still hasn’t met Touya.
—
Takami is also apparently going to the party with Uraraka, since she’s friends with just about fucking everyone.
She’s sitting on Katsuki’s bed while Takami stands behind the foldable privacy screen to change. Uraraka arrived prepared with makeup on her face, white khakis, a pink blouse that hugs her frame, and pink boots.
Katsuki was ready even before she arrived, mostly because he simply doesn’t care. He’s wearing dark gray slacks and a short-sleeved, black muscle shirt with a large orange ‘X’ across the chest. His arms are bare save for a single message just under his left wrist:
Happy Birthday, Katsuki!
“That’s seriously so cute,” Uraraka says with a giggle, pointing to Katsuki’s mark.
“Whatever,” Katsuki says with a shrug.
“Did they draw the flowers around it, too?” Uraraka asks.
“That was me,” Katsuki says.
“Whoa, really?” Uraraka asks, grabbing his arm and pulling it closer to inspect. “That’s really, really good.”
“Thanks,” Katsuki grumbles.
“Ready!” Takami yells as he steps out from behind the privacy screen and walks over to them. “Did I hear someone say Blasty draws flowers?”
“Yeah, look!” Uraraka says, tugging Katsuki’s arm up to show Takami the mark. “They’re small, but so detailed!”
“Wow, that’s really…” Takami trails off and his face falls from excited to neutral, and then to hurt as he steps closer and looks at the writing. He critically observes the scrawl for a moment before clearing his throat and plastering a smile on his face. “You ready to go!?”
“Are you okay?” Uraraka asks. She’s no idiot; she clearly saw the same response Katsuki had.
“Fine!” Takami says, forcing out a laugh.
Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Whatever.”
The three head out the door, with Katsuki lingering behind as usual to make sure the door is closed all the way. And locked, for obvious reasons.
“You’re not gonna wear your coat?” Takami asks nervously.
“What? No,” Katsuki says, scrunching his face up. “It’s actually fucking decent out tonight.”
“You’re not wearing a coat either, Takami,” Uraraka points out. “And neither am I.”
Takami laughs and turns away from them. He pulls his phone from his pocket as he walks and starts typing out something in a rather frantic fashion. Uraraka and Katsuki trail behind him, exchanging bewildered looks.
Katsuki watches Uraraka closely from across the room as she seeks out her soulmate—she had refused to share the details with Katsuki, and he didn’t care to ask.
So, Katsuki leans against the wall by the back door of the large house with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The house apparently belongs to a rich kid named Yaoyorozu Momo. She graduated top of her high school class and got into UA University, so her parents congratulated her by buying her a fucking house less than five minutes away from campus.
The Bakugou family is pretty well-to-do, what with Mitsuki being a model and Masaru being a fashion and interior designer, but they aren’t buy-your-kid-a-house rich. That’s a whole other level of money that Katsuki can’t even fathom.
His phone starts ringing and he pulls it out of his right pocket, swiftly answering it, already knowing who it is. He keeps his eyes on Uraraka as he speaks.
“Hey,” Katsuki says.
“Happy birthday, Katsuki!” His parents sing into the speakerphone on their end. Katsuki rolls his eyes fondly.
“Is that party music I hear?” Mitsuki asks excitedly. “Do you have friends throwing you a birthday bash?”
“Jesus, fuck, hag,” Katsuki groans. “No one fucking says shit like that anymore.”
His mother huffs loudly. “Be nice, brat! I sent you a care package and reloaded your spending card. Happy twentieth birthday! Drink responsibly!”
“Alcohol is gross,” Katsuki deadpans.
“How’s your soulmate doing?” Masaru asks before his wife and son can start arguing for no actual reason.
“Fine,” Katsuki says.
Across the room, Uraraka’s face lights up and she turns to give Katsuki a thumbs-up. He rolls his eyes and looks down at his sneakers.
“Have you met them yet?” Mitsuki asks. “I’ll pay for your tickets and hotels and shit, kid. Go meet them!”
“Shut it, hag,” Katsuki snaps. “I’ll meet them when I’m fucking ready.”
“Alright, alright,” Masaru says in his please-stop-before-the-real-fighting-starts voice. “Go enjoy your birthday, son.”
“Yeah, sure,” Katsuki says with a sigh. “Bye.”
Katsuki shoves his phone back into his pocket and looks up. He locks eyes with someone, but it isn’t Uraraka, it’s the man next to her. The man with curly green hair and wide, green eyes.
“Kacchan?” Midoriya says, his voice shaky but just loud enough over the lull in the music to travel to the blonde.
Katsuki scoffs and turns around to walk out the open back door. That’s a conversation he’s not even remotely interested in.
He walks down the porch steps and looks around for anyone he might know. He spots Takami, standing with the white-haired beauty, and makes his way over.
“Hey,” Katsuki says as he sidles up to Takami.
“Bakugou!” Takami says with a jolt, and his full cup of beer splashes all over Katsuki.
“What the fuck!?” Katsuki snaps, tugging at the front of his shirt.
“You scared me!” Takami says, holding a hand over his heart.
“Gimme your fucking shirt, asshole,” Katsuki says as he tugs his soaked one over his head and drops it on the ground. Dabi chokes on his beer and Katsuki gives him an odd look before glaring at Takami again. “And you’re fuckin’ washing that one for me when we get back. ‘S one of my favorite shirts.”
“I didn’t bring an extra shirt!” Takami says, giving him a bizarre look. “Who the hell brings extra shirts to a party!?”
“People who spill their fucking drinks on other people?” Katsuki snaps. “Fucking—whatever. I’m leaving.”
“Wait!” Dabi says, his coughing finally having stopped. He pulls at the hem of his purple t-shirt, which houses the black logo for some rock band. “I’ve got a tank top on under this.”
“Dude!” Takami sputters as Dabi pulls his shirt off.
“No thanks,” Katsuki says, bending over to swipe his soaked shirt from the ground. “Not interested in wearing Takami’s boyfriend’s shirt.”
“Takami’s—what?” Dabi says, and Katsuki looks up at him. The white-haired man’s turquoise eyes are wide as he stares at Takami. “What the fuck is he talking about?”
“Uh, um, I just…” Takami licks his lips nervously. “I didn’t specifically say you were my boyfriend.”
“You literally told me he’s your soulmate,” Katsuki deadpans.
“Here, man,” Dabi says, holding his t-shirt out to Katsuki without breaking eye contact with Takami. “I’ve gotta have a chat with my friend.”
“You can have my shirt, Kacchan!” The horribly familiar voice of one Midoriya Izuku says from behind Katsuki.
Katsuki groans and grabs the shirt from Dabi. He yanks it on over his head before turning to face the green-haired man, who is now shirtless, holding his green t-shirt out.
“I’m not taking your fucking shirt, Deku,” Katsuki growls. “Go talk to Uraraka. She’s your fuckin’ soulmate, asshole.”
“Oh, um… we’re just friends,” Midoriya says awkwardly.
“I don’t care,” Katsuki says, crossing his arms, holding his wet shirt awkwardly to the side so he doesn’t accidentally stain Dabi’s shirt.
Midoriya looks up at Katsuki’s eyes and sniffles. “I know you’re not my soulmate, Kacchan, but—”
“Don’t,” Katsuki snaps. “It’s not happening, Deku.”
“But, I thought…” Midoriya trails off. He gestures down to his own torso, which is decently muscular now, and is admittedly an improvement from how scrawny he was before.
“You thought what?” Katsuki asks, voice monotone.
“I’m stronger now,” Midoriya says, clenching his fists to steel himself. He looks up and forces himself to make eye contact with Katsuki again. “I can protect you.”
“What the fuck!?” Katsuki snarls as he starts walking back toward the house. “I don’t need your fucking protection, asshole.”
“Kacchan!” Midoriya pleads, reaching out to grab the blonde’s shoulder. “Katsuki!”
Katsuki stops and turns to level his most dangerous glare at the green-haired man.
“Do not call me that,” Katsuki says.
Midoriya is clearly struggling to hold back tears. “I-I was there, you know! Your parents were out of town for that work thing. I was the only one there for the first day!”
“Jesus fuck, Deku,” Katsuki says, running his free hand through his hair. “Is this fucking guilt or some shit? You didn’t stab me.”
“I saved your life,” Midoriya says.
Katsuki’s jaw drops, and he stares in disbelief at the shorter man.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki says lowly. “Are you trying to guilt me into fucking you?”
Midoriya squeaks and jumps back, waving his hands frantically. “No! That’s not what I meant!”
“Then tell me what that was supposed to mean before I fucking kill you,” Katsuki growls.
“I’m in love with you,” Midoriya blurts out.
Katsuki cocks a brow. “And?”
“Whoa, dude!” Takami says from right behind Katsuki, who’d forgotten he was there. Shit, he’d forgotten Dabi was there, too. Katsuki doesn’t dare to turn and look at either of them. “Shouldn’t you give him a chance?”
“I’m not required to date someone just because they won’t leave me the fuck alone,” Katsuki says, still staring straight at Midoriya, who is eyeing Takami and Dabi now.
“He’s right,” Dabi says. “Maybe you and Takami can have a discussion about why it’s not okay to pull shit like that.”
Midoriya opens his mouth and then closes it and frowns. He steps closer to Dabi, and Katsuki watches him warily. Dabi clearly looks uncomfortable with the closeness, but he stands his ground and stares blankly at Midoriya.
“You’ve got… black rings…” Midoriya says quietly, and Katsuki’s eyes snap up to Dabi’s face.
“He’s always had those,” Takami says quickly.
“No, I haven’t,” Dabi says coldly.
“They look like…” Midoriya turns to look at Katsuki.
Katsuki steps closer, shouldering past Midoriya to look at Dabi’s eyes. Katsuki hadn’t been close enough to notice them the one other time he’d met Dabi, but there they are. Black lines circling his turquoise irises.
“He called you Katsuki,” Dabi says quietly.
Katsuki blinks and looks down at Dabi’s crossed arms. He grabs the white-haired man’s left wrist and turns it over so he can look more carefully. Now that Katsuki is close enough, he realizes the discolored skin beneath the ink are burns, and nestled in with his tattoos is a little message surrounded in flowers.
Happy Birthday, Katsuki!
“Well, this is an interesting way to meet you, Touya,” Katsuki says, his eyes flicking back up to meet the man’s gaze. “Apparently the things we have in common includes childhood-friend-turned-stalker.”
A huge grin spreads across Touya’s face. “Let’s get out of here. We can wash your shirt at my place.”
Katsuki nods and they both turn to walk back toward the house, ignoring the calls of Takami and Midoriya from behind them.
“D’you live close by?” Katsuki asks curiously as they make their way in through the open back sliding door, both completely ignoring everyone else.
“I actually rent the studio apartment above the café,” Touya says, his entire attitude cheerful and giddy now.
“Makes sense,” Katsuki says.
“So, what was your first thought when you saw me?” Touya asks curiously.
“Um, yeah,” Touya says with a nod. “I actually felt bad for my soulmate when I saw you walk in because there is no way anyone could be as gorgeous as you.”
Katsuki’s cheeks flush a deep pink, which has Touya chuckling. They reach the front door of the house and Touya opens it, holding it for Katsuki to walk through first. They step outside again and Touya closes the door behind them, turning to lead the way toward the café.
“I should probably text Uraraka,” Katsuki says suddenly, pulling out his phone.
“Uraraka Ochako?” Touya questions.
“Yeah,” Katsuki says as he texts out a quick apology and promises to bring her mochi when he explains things to her fully. “Met her in the gym. She tried to out-lift me.”
Touya laughs. “I bet you won.”
“’Course I did,” Katsuki grumbles as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He looks up to Touya with a single raised brow. “So, explain Dabi to me.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Touya knows that Katsuki is the most beautiful creature any of his employees have ever seen, but it doesn’t stop the way his anger flares at the hunger in their eyes.
He steps closer to Katsuki, curling his arm around the leopard hybrid, who looks to him curiously, fuzzy ears twitching atop his head.
“These bastards think they can just look at you,” Touya says, voice low and furious.
Katsuki’s lips curl up into a devilish smirk and he leans in to whisper in the man’s ear. “Do you want to show them who my Master is?
Todoroki Touya is not known for being a patient man, something his employees are well aware of. It’s impossible for any of them to miss his presence as his shoes click along the marble floors of the Todoroki Corporation building's lobby.
His tall stature demands that all eyes lock on his frame, his broad shoulders clad in a sleek black suit that is perfectly tailored to his body. The jacket is left unbuttoned, leaving the white button-up beneath it on show, no tie in sight and the top three buttons undone, putting his neck and collarbones on display.
Touya’s white hair starkly contrasts his suit, fanning out around his head in untamed spikes. His nose is straight and strong, with three silver studs in his left nostril. His eyes are narrowed in annoyance as he glares around the large space, turquoise eyes burning.
Because today, the attention is not on Touya, but on the exquisite creature beside him.
Katsuki is a rare breed of hybrid, one of less than a hundred on the entire planet. His blonde hair is pale at the roots, a golden hue toward the tips of his wild tresses, spiked out like an explosion, making him look truly feral. The feline ears atop his head are rounded, fuzzy on the insides, the backs the same gradient hues of gold broken up by the black marks that showcase his Amur Leopard heritage.
His face is flawless, nose refined and slightly upturned, his eyes angular and fierce, housing vibrant scarlet irises with slitted pupils. His lips curl at the outer edges, working with his sharp cupid’s bow at the center to give him a properly cat-like smirk. His skin is a pale ivory, body strong and slender, covered in the dense muscles that showcase the strength of the tamed beast man.
It's certainly not new to any of them to see the blonde hybrid around, and the turning of heads is something that Katsuki and Touya have dealt with for many years now, ever since Katsuki had been given as a gift to Touya when he’d first inherited the company from his father.
Touya had hated Katsuki at first and wanted nothing to do with the hybrid. But over time, the leopard hybrid had gained Touya’s affections with his ‘give no fucks’ attitude
But today is special and Katsuki is dressed to celebrate a particular event that these people are not privy to.
His body is covered in a thin, buttery soft silk kimono. The sleeves flare out at his wrists, the white fabric nearly reaching the floor as he walks with his head high. His shoeless, pawed feet can barely be seen beneath the bottom of the long fabric, the fur reaching his calves before fading into his humanoid skin.
The kimono is beautiful, a stunning pure white in color, covered in intricately embroidered gold and red flowers. A simple golden obi is around his trim waist, cinching the fabric and holding it so the material clings to his plush pecs.
Touya knows that Katsuki is the most beautiful creature any of these people have ever seen, but it doesn’t stop the way his anger flares at the hunger in their eyes. He steps closer to Katsuki, curling his arm possessively around the blonde beauty, who looks to him curiously, ears twitching atop his head.
“These bastards think they can just look at you,” Touya says, voice low and furious.
Katsuki’s lips curl up into a devilish smirk and he leans in to whisper in the man’s ear. “Maybe you should show them who I belong to.”
A shudder goes down Touya’s spine, and he growls lightly in the back of his throat, his fingers flexing harshly on the blonde’s side. He turns and glares at the doormen, raising his free hand to point at them.
“Lock the doors immediately!” Touya shouts furiously. “I have a lesson for all of you! Everyone gather around!”
Murmurs pass around his employees as they step up, various looks of confusion and concern on their faces as they move closer. Touya waits until he has the undivided attention of everyone in the room and he grabs Katsuki by the back of his neck.
“I see the way you all look at him,” Touya hisses out, using his grip to force the blonde down onto his knees. “I know you wish you were his owner, but he is mine.”
Touya moves to stand in front of the blonde and undoes his belt, pushing his boxers down enough to pull out his cock, long and thick even flaccid. He buries his hands in the hybrid’s hair, rubbing at the base of his ears, knowing how sensitive they are and loving the way he pants lightly.
“Suck my cock,” Touya demands, the harsh words making Katsuki shudder with anticipation, his own dick starting to swell, tenting the kimono.
“Yes, Master,” Katsuki says, raising his hands to rest them on Touya’s thighs.
He lolls his long tongue out, leaning in to suckle on the head, pulling back to dip the tip into his slit before opening wide and sinking down his length. His lips stretch tight around Touya’s hardening dick as he slowly bobs, drooling heavily, his pupils dilating at the taste of his Master.
Touya groans at how good the man’s textured tongue feels on his cock. He looks around, the obvious jealousy on his employees’ faces making his dick grow even harder.
“Enough,” Touya says, and Katsuki immediately pulls away, drool dripping from his lips as he stares up at Touya with lidded eyes. “Present for me, now.”
“Yes, Master,” Katsuki says, lowering himself to all fours, the palms of his hands on the ground, legs spread, back lightly curved to push his ass up.
Touya grabs the end of the beast man’s kimono and tugs it up over his back to reveal his long, rounded tail. The fur is coated in the same pale blonde and golden shades as his hair, layered with more of the black leopard markings.
Touya grips his tail and pulls it up to put the hybrid’s puffy pink hole on display, his hard cock hanging between his legs, twitching under the attention. The employees stare at the hybrid’s exposed skin with obvious desire and it has Touya growling louder.
He kneels down beside the blonde, shoving three of his fingers into Katsuki’s mouth. The hybrid immediately curls his rough tongue around the digits, coating them thoroughly in saliva while Touya glares at the people around them.
When Touya pulls his fingers out, he brings them right to Katsuki’s ass, circling his rim before jamming the digits inside. Katsuki lets out a sweet moan, his tail curling up in the air as Touya thrusts his fingers in and out.
He never stops scowling at the people around them, taking in their flushed faces, lidded expressions, and the hardness in the pants of many. His eyes flick back to Katsuki as he curls his fingers inside him, rubbing against his prostate, making the blonde’s now fully hard cock drip precum onto the polished floor.
Touya grabs Katsuki’s hair, avoiding his ears as he tugs his head closer, shoving his dick into the blonde’s face once again. Katsuki opens his mouth, lolling his tongue out, coated in a thick layer of saliva as he leans in to swallow him down to the root. Touya groans at the feeling, not slowing the way his fingers roughly thrust into the hybrid’s ass.
“This is what my pet does for me,” Touya says as he rocks his hips harshly, making tears prick in the blonde’s eyes as he’s forced to swallow around him.
Touya pulls his fingers from Katsuki’s hole and pushes his face away, gripping his waist to turn the hybrid around, tugging the blonde’s ass up to his crotch. He rubs his cock along the cleft of Katsuki’s ass as he glowers at the people around him.
“None of you will ever get to feel him like this,” Touya growls out.
He grips his dick, pressing the head against Katsuki’s hole and pushes inside slowly, ensuring everyone can see the way he fills the man up. He grasps the blonde’s tiny waist, using it as a grip as he starts to pound into him, making him mewl.
“Katsuki is mine,” Touya says, moving his hips faster, slamming into him harshly.
“Only yours, Master,” Katsuki says, voice laced with a pleasured moan, his tail curling further.
Touya grits his teeth as he pounds into him harder, reaching underneath the hybrid to jerk his cock, slicking up the movements with the precum leaking from his tip. A rough purr rips through Katsuki as he cums, clenching around Touya’s cock as his milky spend paints the floor.
Touya doesn’t stop moving, continuing to jerk Katsuki’s cock, not stopping even when he begins to whine from overstimulation. He drills into him harder, and the blonde yowls as he cums again, dick not even fully hard yet.
Touya growls at that, releasing his dick to grip the roots of Katsuki's hair when he starts to whine again. He harshly tugs the man’s head back, forcing him to arch his spine beautifully, allowing Touya to force his cock deeper inside.
“Be good for your Master,” Touya pants out. “You will cum as many times as I want.”
“Yes, Master,” Katsuki says with a groan, loving the roughness of their fucking and the possessive snarl in his Master’s chest.
His cock starts to swell again as the slapping of skin grows louder, echoing off the stone floor as the people watching start to pant, some rubbing their thighs together or palming themselves over their pants.
Katsuki pays no mind to any of them, focusing only on the pleasure his Master gives him, his eyes nearly rolling back as his tongue slides from his lips, hanging from his panting mouth, drool dripping from his fanged canines and the tip of his tongue.
Touya releases Katsuki’s hair and moves the hand on the hybrid’s hip to grip his thigh instead, lifting his leg, twisting the blonde’s torso as he does so, fucking into him even deeper as Katsuki’s arms give out. He lies on his side, legs and tail trembling as Touya ruthlessly pounds into him.
Touya’s dick creates a bulge on Katsuki’s abdomen each time he’s fully inside him, the lewd sight making some of the employees gasp and murmur out curses laced in envy. Touya growls out a pleased sound at that, knowing he’s putting these people in their place, letting them know that none of them will ever be so fucking lucky.
Katsuki brings his hands up to tweak his nipples, knowing Touya loves to watch him pleasure himself. He meets the man’s turquoise gaze, looking at no one else as his back arches up and he cums again. His cock squirts onto his own abdomen this time, dripping down to join the mess on the floor as his entire body trembles. Another purr goes through him, causing vibrations to buzz around Touya’s cock as his ass clenches down around the member.
Touya growls loudly as he cums, burying himself deep in Katsuki’s ass as he fills him up, his body twitching both with his pleasure and the satisfaction of having claimed his hybrid in front of so many people.
He pants as he slowly pulls out, tucking his dick away and standing up, leaving the hybrid on the ground, panting and dazed, drool dripping down his chin as Touya’s cum trickles out of his abused hole. Touya points down at the fucked-out hybrid as he glares around the room.
“Remember this the next time you even think about touching what is mine,” Touya says, voice low and menacing.
He reaches down to grab Katsuki’s wrists, tugging him to his feet and smoothing out the skirt of his kimono to cover him back up. He wraps his arm around the blonde’s waist again, leading the unsteady hybrid to the doors, leaving the mess of cum for his employees to deal with.
The doormen both have bright red faces as they open the doors, their dicks hard in their pants, but they look away from the hybrid, both gulping audibly.
Touya smirks smugly as he brings Katsuki to the car, the driver not daring to question why he took so long. He opens the back door of the black limousine, letting Katsuki climb in first before getting in after him.
“Bring us home,” Touya says to the driver, who nods.
Touya then presses the button to raise the privacy window and Katsuki chuckles as he climbs onto his lap, straddling him. He hums an amused sound as he kisses the white-haired man.
Touya sighs into the kiss, his hands gently resting on the hybrid’s waist, feeling so much better now that he’s staked his claim. He rubs soothing circles with his thumbs as he shares open mouthed, tender kisses with the man.
Katsuki pulls away from the kiss to nip at his jaw. “Happy Birthday, Touya.”
Touya’s eyes go soft as he smiles, an expression saved only for his beloved hybrid. “Thanks for my present, Kitty Kat.”
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Inside a moderately sized two-bedroom townhouse apartment, a couple of two years are lying together in bed, curled up beneath the soft white sheets. The taller of the two is Todoroki Touya, a slender man with warm ivory skin, white hair that fans out around his head, vibrant turquoise eyes, and a face full of piercings.
His neck and exposed torso show off tattoos of various flowers, all interlocked with vines as they curve over his shoulders and snake down his arms. Most of it is black and white, but some of the petals have vibrant colors, though all the vines and leaves are done in black.
Lying beside him is a densely muscled woman with dark almond skin and long, silvery white hair, some of which drapes across her sleeping face. She’s Usagiyama Rumi, Touya’s girlfriend.
Touya smiles softly as he brushes some hair out of her face, but before he can get distracted, he carefully moves out of the bed and opens his nightstand, pulling out a small box. He starts to walk around to the other side of the bed, pausing to pet the white husky lying at the foot of the mattress.
Bunny Hunter, or Bun Bun for short, opens her blue eyes and licks at his face. Touya chuckles softly, patting her head before he rounds to kneel on the floor beside Rumi’s sleeping form. He sets the box on the floor and leans in to kiss her lips, his hand flying up to catch her fist before it can slam into his face, something he’d learned to do long ago.
“Oh, hey,” Rumi says, blinking open her deep red eyes.
Touya releases her hand and gives her another kiss as he picks the box back up. He leans back, takes a shuddering breath, and raises it up to show her. Rumi’s eyes go wide, fixated on the little velvet box as he opens it, revealing a gold silicone band lined in little gems.
“I know you’ve always said Valentine’s Day is sappy as fuck, but… hell, I love you, Rumi, will you marry me?” Touya asks, his eyes flicking between hers.
Rumi sucks in a sharp breath and jolts off the bed, knocking him to the floor and landing on his chest before roughly kissing his lips. He laughs into the kiss, using his free hand to comb through her long hair.
“Is that a yes?” He asks teasingly.
“Yes,” Rumi says, laughing as she leans back, straddling his legs.
Touya sits up, grinning like an idiot, and pulls the ring from the box, holding her left hand and sliding the band onto her ring finger. He plants a loud, smacking kiss to her hand and then leans up to kiss her lips again.
“Fuck, I’m going to ravage you tonight,” he promises.
“Can’t wait,” Rumi says, smirking devilishly as she climbs up off his legs. He stands up and she smacks his ass. “Go deliver that sappy shit all across town.”
Touya laughs again as he hurries to the closet, pulling out his usual uniform of black slacks and a black button-up, pulling his embroidered jacket on over the top. The back reads ‘Rei’s Bouquets’ in white, surrounded by little blue autumn bellflowers around the name.
He gives Bun Bun another quick pat on the head before hurrying down the steps and to the front door. He’s still smiling as he swaps his house slippers out for his black work shoes, still looking like an idiot as he rushes out the front door.
He jogs over to his friend and employee, Toga Himiko, who looks to him curiously, her blonde hair in the usual messy side buns, her copper eyes bright. She’s wearing a uniform nearly identical to Touya’s, and she is obviously waiting for an update on what they’d spoken about over the past couple of weeks.
“She said yes!” Touya shouts and Himiko blinks, surprised, but then smiles.
“Ah, that’s great, Touya!” She says, giving him a wide smile.
“Come on, it’s the busiest day of the year,” Touya says as he starts walking to his work van, which is black with the same Rei’s Bouquets name and flowers painted on the back and sides, along with the businesses’ website and phone number.
As he heads for the car, he pulls his phone out and sends a quick text to his best friend. It’s more emojis than actual words, but he’s fairly certain he conveys the message well enough.
—
Up in the penthouse suite of an upscale condominium, Aizawa Shouta is moving back and forth between his closet and bed as he packs a few items into a small suitcase.
His long, curly black hair is loose at the moment, his face tastefully scruffy, and his black eyes lined in the heavy bags that are all too common for one of the best cardiac surgeons in the country.
“You look hot when you’re all distracted and packing,” a gruff voice teases from further up his bed, leaned against the headboard.
“Thanks?” Shouta asks, chuckling as he looks to the much younger man.
He has wild blonde hair that fans across his forehead and out around his head in untamed spikes, his angular scarlet eyes giving him a truly feral look. His name is Bakugou Katsuki, and he’d met Shouta several months ago at the gym, and the two had immediately hit it off.
Katsuki smirks and crawls toward the end of the bed, not missing the way Shouta’s eyes lid as they trail over his nearly nude form, clad in nothing but tight black boxer briefs. The blonde pushes the suitcase to the side and goes up on his knees, wrapping his arms around Shouta’s neck to pull him in for a kiss.
Shouta’s hands curl around his hips, sliding to his ass and squeezing the globes, hissing into their lip lock. Katsuki nips at his lower lip as he presses his firm chest against Shouta’s own. Katsuki slides one hand down to rub the older man’s dick through his pants and Shouta groans, pressing against his palm.
Katsuki pulls away from him and flops onto his back on the bed, sighing loudly. “Alright, you’ve gotta go. Don’t keep the hospital waiting.”
“Oh, you brat,” Shouta says, his eyes dark as he climbs onto the mattress, glaring down at the smirking blonde as he comes to a stop with his hands on either side of Katsuki’s head. He grinds down against the blonde, who shudders in anticipation, his eyes lidding. “When I get back, I am going to tie you to this bed and fuck you until you black out.”
“I look forward to it,” Katsuki says, reaching to grab handfuls of his long hair, tugging him down harshly for a kiss.
Shouta growls against his lips, rutting against him. “I think you owe me a blow job for being such a brat.”
Katsuki laughs, curling one of his legs around the older man’s hip and rocking his body to flip their positions. He uses a hand to undo Shouta’s pants and reaches inside to pull his cock free of his fabric confines. He strokes him slowly, and Shouta glares at him.
“I didn’t say to use your hands, brat,” Shouta snaps.
“Oh, so sorry, Doctor,” Katsuki teases.
He moves off the bed and pulls Shouta to the edge, keeping himself between his legs. He leans in to lick a stripe up Shouta’s cock and then suckles on the head before moving back down to kiss along his length, using one hand to toy with his balls as he gathers up saliva in his mouth.
When he’s got plenty of drool gathered up, he brings his mouth to his tip and opens up, slowly lowering himself down, still salivating as he goes, slowly bobbing his head.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Shouta pants out, gripping Katsuki’s hair as the man hums around his dick as the head hits the back of his throat.
He groans when Katsuki swallows around his length, settling himself there for a moment before he starts bobbing his head in quick movements, taking little gasping breaths through his nose when he comes up and drooling more each time he goes back down.
His nose brushes along Shouta’s curly black pubic hair when he has him down to the root and he hollows his cheeks as he sucks hard, still moving as his throat constricts around the dick in his mouth. Shouta curses under his breath, his balls tightening up, and when Katsuki starts to pull back, Shouta shoves his face back down, forcing him to hold his cock deep as he cums.
Katsuki taps his thigh twice, but Shouta rocks his hips a few more times, until Katsuki taps three times, and then he finally lets him pull off, gasping for air, his face red and lips puffy. He glares at Shouta as he stands up, but the older man just lets out a relieved breath as he tucks himself away and stands up.
“You’re the best Valentine’s gift I could’ve asked for,” Shouta says, gently cupping Katsuki’s chin and pulling him in for a kiss.
—
Katsuki pulls open the back door to Rei’s Bouquets, ducking and veering around the incredibly busy employees still working to create more arrangements to sell or deliver. He pushes through the swinging doors to enter the shop floor and looks around for spiky white hair.
When he spots the man over behind the sales counter, he hurries over to stand beside him. “So, either you had a stroke, or something really good happened.”
Touya barks out a laugh. “That bad, huh? Usually you can read my texts easier.”
“There was a random knife emoji next to a heart,” Katsuki says.
“Oops,” Touya says, snickering as he hands a customer their change.
“So?” Katsuki presses, leaning over to look at his long time best friend’s face.
“She said yes,” Touya says, grinning brightly.
“Shit, really?” Katsuki says, his brows raising.
“Why is everyone surprised by that?” Touya wonders aloud. “Anyway, yes! I have a fiancée now.”
“Yo, Touya, we need more cut roses!” One of his employees shouts out from the back.
“Ah, crap, you got this, Tenko?” Touya asks, looking to the pale blue-haired, red-eyed man beside him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tenko says, waving him off.
“I’ve got time,” Katsuki says, and Touya nods, leading the way to the back, where a bucket of roses sits.
They both pull on gloves to prevent pricking from the thorns and start snipping the flowers, placing them into a different bucket when they’re done.
“So, how’re things with Doctor Aizawa?” Touya drawls.
“Good,” Katsuki says, shrugging. “He’s working all night tonight, but I guess that’s what doctors do, huh?”
“Maybe you should surprise him for dinner,” Touya suggests. “You know, bring him a nice, homemade bento? Pretty sure you could snag yourself a fiancé tonight with one.”
“Fuck off,” Katsuki says with a snort.
“Hey, I almost proposed to you when you first made me one,” Touya says and Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“I’m sure you’re fiancée would love to hear you say that,” Katsuki says and Touya snickers.
“I don’t think she even knows I’m bi,” Touya says.
“Wait, seriously?” Katsuki questions, raising a brow.
Touya just shrugs. “I honestly never really thought about it, but no, we’ve never really talked about exes.”
Katsuki’s alarm rings in his pocket and he tugs one of the gloves off to pull it out, seeing that it’s time for him to head to work. “Ah, shit. I gotta go. You have fun being the harbinger of love triangles.”
“Aw, man, don’t piss all over the sappy love on today of all days,” Touya says, pouting at his friend, but the blonde just cackles as he walks out the back door, giving a wave over his shoulder.
“Touya, your fiancée is here!” One of his employees shouts and Touya gasps as he rushes out of the back.
“Rumi!” Touya shouts, grabbing the woman by the waist and lifting her up, which is a bit of a struggle as her muscle density is far greater than his own, but he still holds her up long enough to make her blush.
He grins as he puts her down, pulling her in for a quick kiss before pulling her around to a less crowded area. Rumi chuckles softly at his excitement, shaking her head.
“Touya, calm down,” Rumi says, tugging on his hand. “I just came because you forgot this.”
Touya looks back at her as she reaches into her purse, pulling out his wallet. He frowns as he takes it from her, his eyes sliding up to meet her gaze.
“Where’s your ring?” He asks uncertainly.
“Oh,” Rumi says, shrugging as she crosses her arms. “I just don’t want to make a huge deal about all of this.”
“But… it is a huge deal,” Touya murmurs, frown deepening.
“I just don’t want people pestering me about it, especially not today,” Rumi says. “Don’t you remember last year, when my coworker got engaged on Valentine’s Day? The one who was suddenly getting magazines and samplers left on her desk because everyone wanted a say on her wedding?”
“Oh, that’s… annoying?” Touya says, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “I get it. It’s fine.”
Rumi gives him a soft smile. “Thanks for understanding.”
—
At UA Elementary, Katsuki stands in front of his class, eyeing the young children. Most of them are wearing shades of red or pink today, many with heart headbands or shaped sunglasses. Many of his coworkers would never allow such things, but Katsuki is fine with his students being silly.
Katsuki holds a big cardboard cutout of a heart as he leans against his desk, messing with the edges. “In ancient Rome, under the reign of Emperor Claudius II, also known as Claudius the Cruel, all marriages were banned.”
“Why?”
“But that’s so mean!”
“Banned, like, not allowed?”
“Exactly,” Katsuki confirms. “This was because he thought that banning marriage would force his soldiers to concentrate on the war, rather than on starting families. But there was a priest known only as Valentine, who secretly married couples anyway.”
Katsuki’s eyes scan the classroom, some students looking bored and others enthralled. “But then he was caught by the cruel emperor, and thrown into jail.”
That gains more attention and Katsuki smirks as he taps the heart in his hand. “On February the 14th, he wrote a note to his beloved, knowing he was going to be executed, and he signed it,” Katsuki turns the cardboard around to show the writing as he finishes his story, “Farewell, from your Valentine.”
“That’s so romantic,” one of the boys in the back says with a sigh.
“Mr. Bakugou, do you have a Valentine?” Another kid asks.
“Yes,” Katsuki says, his lips twitching into a smile as he sets the heart down on his desk, chuckling when the children chorus out an “Ooh!”
“What’s she like?” One of the girls asks.
“He is a doctor,” Katsuki says.
“Get it, Mr. Bakugou!” Another kid shouts from the back and Katsuki’s brows raise, which has the kid blushing. “Sorry, I heard my older brother say that to his friend.”
Katsuki tries not to laugh. “Right, well, maybe don’t go shouting that.”
—
“Excuse me, are you the owner?” A voice asks, and Touya looks up from where he’s been rapidly wrapping bouquets.
“Yup, that’s me,” he says, giving the dark-haired, dark-eyed man a smile. “My mom started it up when I was a kid, and I always loved being here.”
“That’s really nice,” the man says, giving him a small smile. “I’m sorry about this, but I’m a doctor and I really can’t wait in the line, I know I should’ve ordered ahead of time, but is there any way I could line hop just this once?”
“Sure,” Touya says, chuckling as he walks over to the check counter. “What’re you looking for?”
“I need two of your largest long-stem rose arrangements,” the man says, and then subtly looks around before leaning in. “I would appreciate your discretion on this matter.”
Touya makes a sour face, but nods. “Yeah, we’ve got a florist code of honor.”
“Thanks,” Shouta says, pulling out his wallet.
“Write down the names and addresses for delivery here,” Touya says, pushing two forms over as he moves to the card reader. He looks at the name on the piece of plastic and nearly snaps it.
Aizawa Shouta.
He clears his throat and runs it twice, one for each order. He has to internally shove down his rage before he can turn back to the man who just took up the only position on his hit list. He turns the papers around and looks down, licking his lips as he holds the card out to the man.
“So, Nemuri is your wife?” Touya questions, and Shouta nods. “And Katsuki is your… boyfriend?”
“Obviously,” Shouta says, annoyed. “Can you get this done, or do I need to go elsewhere?”
“Nope, you’re all set, we’ll get these out,” Touya says, giving him a tight smile as he wonders how the fuck he’s supposed to tell his best friend about this.
—
“Alright, now try to solve it—no, do not peek at Eri’s work, Kota,” Katsuki says, and his students giggle as his most rambunctious student blushes.
A knock sounds on his classroom door and he looks over, his brows raising in surprise when he sees an elegant glass vase full of vibrant red roses. The arrangement is lowered and Touya pokes his head out, giving Katsuki a smile as he walks over.
Touya’s lips twitch, knowing his friend does his best to be polite in front of his students. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Uh, sure,” Katsuki says. “Eri, you’re in charge while I’m gone!”
“Yes, Mr. Bakugou,” the soft-spoken girl says.
Katsuki leads the way out of his classroom and down to the end of the hall for a little bit of privacy. He turns to look up at his taller friend and smiles.
“So, I took your advice, and I spent my lunch break making two kick-ass bentos to surprise Shouta with,” Katsuki says.
“Ah, right,” Touya says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shit, I uh, actually think maybe you shouldn’t do that.”
“Hah?” Katsuki says, cocking his head. “It was your idea.”
“But I have terrible ideas,” Touya says with a small groan. “Why did you have to listen to me for once?”
Katsuki frowns, his eyes flicking across his friend’s face. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“I just… I don’t know how to say this…” Touya trails off, his face scrunching up.
“Wait, is this because I wouldn’t be able to hang out with you as much if Shouta and I got serious?” Katsuki questions.
“No, it’s not that,” Touya says quickly.
“Sure,” Katsuki says, snorting softly. “I promise I’ll still make time to go see shitty movies with you when Rumi doesn’t want to, and I’ll still help out when you need it, alright? I’m not gonna just ditch you.”
“Obviously,” Katsuki says, and Touya chuckles at his confidence. “Seriously, Touy, it’s not like Shouta is gonna steal me away from you.”
“That’s not it,” Touya says, his hands flexing at his sides. “But when he came into Rei’s, he—”
A loud slam from Katsuki’s classroom has the blonde whirling around. “Ah, crap, tell me later! I gotta make sure no one needs a freaking ambulance.”
“Katsuki!” Touya shouts after him.
“I’ll text you later!” Katsuki says, giving him a quick wave as he tugs his classroom door open and darts inside.
Touya brings his hands up to harshly rub over his face, pressing his palms to his mouth so he can let out a muffled scream of exasperation.
—
Touya pulls the van to a stop outside of his complex, turning to glare at Himiko, who has been giving him the stink eye ever since they left the school.
“I fucking tried to tell him, okay?” Touya snaps.
“Not hard enough,” Himiko says, arms crossed in annoyance. “I would be so mad if you knew Jin was cheating on me and just never told me flat out.”
“But you don’t get it,” Touya grumbles, rubbing his temples. “It’s so fucking hard seeing Katsuki sad. He’s an emotional crier, and I swear, his eyes look like the saddest blood diamonds when he does, and diamonds are fucking sharp, okay? That visual cuts my damn soul.”
Himiko gives him a flat look. “Sometimes I think you only look stupid, but then you say shit like that.”
“Oi, I will fire you,” Touya says.
“Really?” Himiko says, raising a brow. “Go on then, fire me.”
Touya narrows his eyes, and then scoffs and throws his door open. He flips Himiko off as he starts rounding the car, going to the back and opening it up. He grabs out a quaint little vase of roses and carefully lifts them up.
“I’ll be back in a minute, I’m just going to set these inside to surprise Rumi when she gets back from work,” Touya says before slamming the back door shut.
Himiko just rolls her eyes, unbuckling her seat and tugging her phone from her back pocket, fully expecting this to take a solid fifteen minutes, half an hour if Rumi went home for lunch.
Touya is humming happily as he unlocks his front door, blinking in surprise when he sees Rumi’s shoes there. A small smirk curls his lips as he toes out of his shoes and steps into his slippers, thinking about how nice a quickie would be right about now.
He walks up the stairs with the flowers, turning down the hall to his bedroom, coming to a dead stop when he reaches his doorway.
His expression falls to the floor along with his heart when he sees Rumi’s things all packed up into boxes, the woman herself seated on the edge of the bed, petting Bun Bun where she lays next to her.
“What’s going on?” Touya asks, setting the vase on the dresser as he looks at his fiancée.
“Fuck, I’m really sorry, Touya,” Rumi says, and Touya’s eyes land on the black velvet box in her hands. “I just… I’m not ready to settle down. I know you want a wife and kids, but I just… I don’t.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Touya says, slowly stepping over to her. “We don’t have to be engaged, it’s fine. We can wait until you’re ready.”
“That’s the thing,” Rumi says, swallowing thickly as she sets the box down on the bed. “I don’t think I’m ever going to want those things.”
“You don’t… but…” Touya trails off, not sure what to say.
Rumi stands up and gives him a somber smile. “I do love you, Touya, but I know you, and you would never be happy settling like this.”
“Right,” Touya says, not sure what to do as he numbly steps back to the door, pausing in the doorway to look over his shoulder at her. “Did you… did you try to imagine a future with me?”
“Yeah, I did,” Rumi says. “But what I want isn’t what you want, and there’s no way for both of us to be happy when we want entirely different things.”
“Yeah,” Touya murmurs. He taps his fingers along the door frame. “I guess… I’ll just head out.”
His head is muffled as he walks to the door, feeling like he’s sitting under water. He feels numb, like he’s experiencing an out-of-body moment as he gets into his shoes and walks back out to the van. He opens the door and drops down, face blank as he pulls the door shut.
Himiko eyes his expression and sighs. “She broke up with you, huh?”
“Yeah,” Touya says, nodding slowly.
“Shit, sorry,” Himiko says, and Touya scoffs loudly.
“So, no one fucking believes me when I say she said yes, but you immediately believe she ended things?” Touya asks, feeling his anger resurfacing.
“There just was something about you two that didn’t quite click,” Himiko says, frowning as she tries to find the right words. “I just don’t think you two were meant to be.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that before?” Touya snaps.
“I should’ve,” Himiko says, grimacing. “That’s what a good friend would do, so I guess I fucked that up.”
“Fuck!” Touya shouts, slapping his hands on the steering wheel. “I need to stop Katsuki from going after that cheating bastard.”
“Yeah,” Himiko says.
“Fuck, I can’t just ditch all these deliveries,” Touya says, looking into the back of the van.
“Just go around to the other side of the building where Jin and I live, you can borrow his car,” Himiko says.
—
Touya pulls up outside UA Elementary in a hot pink Corvette, leaping out and rushing past the students out on their way out to get onto buses or into their parents’ cars. He doesn’t stop on his way to his best friend’s classroom, but when he gets there the door is locked.
He curses under his breath and books it out to the teacher’s parking lot behind the building. He finds Katsuki about to open the door to his tiny black coupe and he rushes over, slamming his hands down on the hood and making the blonde jump.
“What the fuck?” Katsuki says, gripping the top of his doorframe as he glares at his friend.
“He’s married,” Touya blurts out.
Katsuki furrows his brows. “Who?”
“Shouta, Dr. Aizawa, he’s married,” Touya says.
“He’s divorced,” Katsuki says, frowning.
“He’s married,” Touya says, pushing off the hood to walk closer to his friend, holding onto the other side of the open door, his expression pleading. “Her name is Aizawa Nemuri, and they live in a big ass house in Hamamatsu. I delivered flowers to her, from Shouta. I tried to tell you at the school, but I fucked up. He came into Rei’s today and ordered two of the same arrangements, one for you and one for her.”
“Shut up,” Katsuki snaps. “She could be his fucking mother or something.”
“Katsuki, no, she’s not, I hand delivered the flowers,” Touya says, his heart clenching painfully. “He’s a lousy piece of shit that doesn’t deserve you.”
“Stop it!” Katsuki shouts, his face flushing with his anger. “You’ve got to stop fucking doing this, Touya! You’ve always said that anyone I date isn’t good enough!”
“None of them have been good enough for you!” Touya yells. “But this guy, you’re his mistress. He is using you.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Katsuki yells, his eyes pricking with tears.
“Hey, is everything okay, Bakugou?” One of the other teachers asks, and Katsuki scoffs heavily.
“Fuck off, Shitty Hair, it’s fine,” Katsuki says, not looking to the man.
“What about me and Rumi?” Touya asks.
Katsuki groans in exasperation. “What the fuck are you on about now?”
“Do you think she and I belong together?” Touya asks.
Katsuki scrunches his nose up. “The fuck does that have to do with this?”
“See? You don’t,” Touya says, sliding one of his hands to place it over Katsuki’s. “Apparently everyone thought that we wouldn’t last, but no one decided to tell me that. I was the only one who had no fucking idea what was coming.”
He steps out from around the door to wrap his arms around the taller man’s waist, rubbing his back soothingly. Touya holds him close, relaxing into the embrace, feeling so much better now that he has Katsuki in his arms.
“I’m still going,” Katsuki says, pulling away.
“Don’t,” Touya says, keeping his arms around the blonde’s trim waist, his eyes flicking between Katsuki’s bright red eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I swear, I’m not just being overprotective. You deserve to have someone who sees how fucking amazing you are.”
Katsuki grips Touya’s wrists, a somber smile on his lips, giving his hands a squeeze before pushing them away. “Yeah, well, sometimes we can’t have the one we want.”
Touya’s hands fall to his sides, and his face crumbles into a dejected expression as he watches his best friend climb into his car and start it up. He doesn’t move until Katsuki’s little black car has left the parking lot, merged onto the street, and driven out of sight.
—
Katsuki walks in through the front doors of the Musutafu Heart Center and makes his way over to the nurse’s station. He clears his throat to gather the attention of the two nurses there, one about his own age and the other is certainly much more seasoned.
“Is Dr. Aizawa on staff tonight?” Katsuki asks hesitantly.
“No, sorry, he’s not, are you one of his patients?” The younger nurse asks.
“Uh, no, I’m not,” Katsuki says, feeling his heart plummet further. He knows Touya hadn’t been lying to him, he would never do that, but he has to find out for himself. “Um… shit, is he… is he married?”
“Excuse me?” The nurse asks, blinking in confusion.
“To a woman named… Nemuri?” Katsuki continues, chewing at his lower lip as he tries to fight against the sting of tears.
“I can’t disclose personal information,” the nurse says, frowning.
“I just—” he cuts himself off to clear his throat. “I just need to know if I actually mean anything to him.”
“Oh, shit, not again,” the older nurse says.
“Great,” Katsuki says, bringing his hand up to rub at his temples.
“I’m really sorry about this,” the older nurse says as she walks over, grabbing a tissue from the box on the counter. She leans in to dab at his cheeks and murmurs softly by his ear. “He has dinner reservations in half an hour at Rasshu’s.”
Katsuki nods slightly, feeling his anger start to rise up again, overtaking the hurt. He takes the tissue from the woman and turns to make his way back out of the hospital. He licks his lips as he storms to his car, trying to think up ways to make Shouta suffer, to really hit him where it hurts.
He drops down into his car and an idea comes to him as he starts it up. A smirk curls his lips as he starts to drive, buckling up before he reaches the road, and he uses the twenty minute drive to hype himself up.
When he reaches Rasshu’s, an upscale restaurant in the middle of the main city, he parks toward the back of the lot and hurries inside. He goes up to the host stand and taps the woman on the shoulder.
“Hey, is Fuyumi on staff tonight?” Katsuki questions.
“Uh, who’s asking?” The woman asks uncertainly.
“I’ve got it!” A voice says, and Katsuki looks over to see the woman he was looking for.
She’s short, with a curvaceous frame, long white wavy hair that’s streaked naturally with red, and warm gray eyes behind round red glasses. She’s Touya’s sister, one year his junior.
“What’s up, Katsuki?” She asks.
“I need a favor, and it starts with you hiding me from the windows,” Katsuki says, looking around the place.
“Oh, uh, sure,” Fuyumi says, tilting her head curiously, but she leads him around to the staff only doors and pushes them open, bringing them to the little break room in the back. “What’s going on?”
“Turns out, the guy I was seeing is fucking married,” Katsuki says and Fuyumi’s jaw drops. “He and his wife have a reservation here soon, and I want to surprise them.”
Fuyumi’s eyes glint at that and she pushes her glasses up her nose as a small smirk curls her lips. “Oh, I think we can do something about that.”
—
Shouta makes his way into Rasshu’s, holding the hand of a tall, stunning woman with long black hair up in an elegant bun and ocean blue eyes, a beauty mark beneath the left. Her sleek red dress clings to her hourglass body as they walk, black heels clicking on the floor.
“Reservation for Aizawa,” Shouta says to the hostess.
“Alright,” the woman says, tapping something on the tablet behind the podium. “Please, follow me to your seat.”
They both follow the white and red haired woman, who pauses next to a small round table and turns to them as she sweeps her arm out, giving them a warm smile.
“Thank you,” Shouta says.
“Yes, this is a lovely table,” Nemuri says as she sits down, allowing Shouta to help press her chair closer to the table before taking his own seat.
“Your waiter will be here shortly,” the hostess says, nodding to them before walking away.
“You look gorgeous,” Shouta murmurs as he leans in to capture his wife’s lips.
“Can I get your drinks?”
“Oh, sure, I’ll just have a water,” Nemuri says.
“I’ll have a—” Shouta’s voice cuts off on a shocked cough when he sees Katsuki standing there, wearing a black uniform for the restaurant, a half apron around his waist, a little notebook and pen tucked into the front.
“Are you alright?” Nemuri asks, looking to him.
“Fine,” Shouta says, clearing his throat. “Suntory whiskey, double.”
“I’ll be right back,” Katsuki says, turning and making his way over to the bar to have the barista make up the drinks.
“Do you know him?” Nemuri asks curiously.
“Nope,” Shouta says, shaking his head. “Just had a little dryness in my throat.”
“Oh, I hope you’re not getting sick,” Nemuri says, frowning.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Shouta says.
“Here you go,” Katsuki says, placing Nemuri’s water down before setting Shouta’s whiskey in front of him.
The blonde smirks when Shouta grabs the glass and chugs it, though his wife gives him a bizarre look. She shakes her head and looks down to the menu and Shouta looks at Katsuki, his jaw tight.
“Do you need some time to think over your options?” Katsuki asks, his eyes locked on Shouta.
“No, I know what I want,” Shouta says.
“What were you thinking?” Nemuri asks, oblivious to the tension. “The salmon looks good.”
“You should probably stick to something plain,” Katsuki says. “You wouldn’t want to end up overdoing it and fucking yourself over, right?”
“What,” Nemuri says, nearly dropping her menu, shocked by the rude language.
Katsuki shrugs and looks to her. “I just think he should be careful, y’know? Sometimes people like to pile all sorts of things on their plate and it ends up getting really messy.”
“Please don’t,” Shouta says.
“Shut up,” Katsuki snaps, not looking to him, eyes locked with Nemuri’s. “You’ve gotta be careful, sometimes men get greedy and they can’t settle for only one sauce on their meat.”
Nemuri finally seems to get it and she looks to her husband. “Shouta?”
“He’s an ex-patient, out of his mind,” Shouta says.
“Oh, is that what I was when I choked on your cock this morning after sleeping over at your penthouse for the third time this week?” Katsuki drawls.
“What,” Nemuri hisses out darkly.
“Don’t worry, Dr. Aizawa, you won’t be seeing me again,” Katsuki drawls, turning away with a satisfied smirk as Nemuri starts to whisper-yell at her husband.
—
Touya parks the pink Corvette outside of Rei’s Bouquets and looks at Himiko, who is leaned up against the work van, waiting for him. He gets out, pulling the keys from the ignition and walks over to her.
“You know, Katsuki wasn’t in love with that guy,” Himiko says, her hands in her pockets, the late winter air still chilly.
“How do you know that?” Touya asks.
Himiko shrugs and puffs out a breath. “I’ve seen him when he’s around the person he really loves.”
“What?” Touya says, his face scrunching up with his confusion.
“I’d thought it was one-sided for a while,” Himiko continues. “But it’s pretty obvious now that the guy is completely head over heels for him and just doesn’t realize it.”
“What’re you talking about?” Touya asks, feeling a dark emotion curling up his throat. “Who is it?”
“Touya, what is Katsuki to you?” Himiko asks, pushing off the van to step closer to him.
“He’s my best friend,” Touya says easily.
“Go on,” Himiko says.
“What more is there?” Touya snaps, too tired to restrain his anger. “He’s the person I call when I’m upset or angry, he’s the guy I can always count on, no matter what.”
“Keep going,” Himiko says, pulling one hand from her pocket to gesture for him to continue. “Come on, tell me why you’re really mad about this situation.”
“Because he deserves better!” Touya shouts, throwing his hands up. “He shouldn’t be settling for some asshole who can’t even see how fucking amazing he is. Katsuki deserves someone who will fucking worship him. He deserves someone who doesn’t get mad at his attitude and sees how much he fucking cares. Fuck, he deserves everything!”
Himiko hums thoughtfully and reaches out to pluck her husband’s keys from his hand. “And can you think of anyone who sees how amazing he is? Someone whose texts could be so confusing to read that instead of texting back for clarification, he drives to where they work to find out what’s going on?”
Touya blinks slowly. “What?”
“Touya,” Himiko says, the sound clearly filled with annoyance. “I’ve known you for what, five, six years now?”
“Yeah,” Touya says.
“The first time I ever saw Katsuki, I could see that he was completely in love with you,” Himiko says, and Touya sucks in a sharp breath. “I thought you two were dating, I actually laughed when Tenko told me you were only friends because I thought he was kidding.”
“No, no, you’re wrong, he doesn’t—it’s not like that,” Touya says, shaking his head quickly.
“Isn’t it?” Himiko asks, raising a brow.
“I love Rumi,” Touya says firmly.
“But you’re in love with Katsuki,” Himiko says softly.
Touya’s chest tightens painfully. “No, I’m not.”
“I don’t know who you’re lying to, but it isn’t working on me,” Himiko says, sighing as she walks to the car. She opens the door and pauses, rapping her fingers on the frame. “I think you need to ask yourself why, when Rumi left, you chose not to follow her and accepted it, but when you knew someone was going to hurt Katsuki, you fell apart trying to get to him.”
—
Touya sits outside his apartment building on a patch of grass, a bucket of small flowers beside him. His hands are in his lap as he twists and weaves the stems together, working with reds and oranges to create a flower crown as he mulls over Himiko’s earlier words.
He startles slightly when someone drops down next to him, but when he realizes it’s Katsuki, he looks over his expression and gives him a small frown before looking back at his handiwork.
“I’m sorry,” Touya says quietly.
“Eh, it was never gonna last anyway,” Katsuki says, reaching around him to pull the bucket closer, pulling out a few blue and purple flowers.
“Why’s that?” Touya asks.
Katsuki sighs as he starts weaving the flowers together, the way Touya taught him years ago. “Because he’s just not who I want to be with.”
Touya hums his understanding, his hands trembling lightly as he starts tucking the next flower into place. He can hardly concentrate on what he’s doing, and he doesn’t understand how he never realized the way he feels content when Katsuki is nearby.
Katsuki huffs when Touya messes up and leans over, his fingers brushing along Touya’s as he fixes the small mistake before going back to his own. The ghost of his touches tingles along his hands and he swallows thickly.
“Do you know who you want to be with?” Touya asks quietly.
Katsuki doesn’t respond, and Touya looks over, taking in the frown on his face as he weaves another purple flower in beside the blue. He lets his eyes trail over his friend’s face, over the faint freckles he’s known for years, the slight upturn at the tip of his nose, the dusty pink color of his lips.
He takes a deep breath and sets the flower crown on his knee, reaching out to cup Katsuki’s chin, turning him up to meet his gaze. The blonde’s breath hitches slightly, but he just blinks up at Touya.
“Do you know who you want to be with?” Touya repeats, looking between his eyes.
“Yeah,” Katsuki whispers.
“Tell me,” Touya demands, his voice quiet but firm.
“This guy I’ve known for a long time,” Katsuki murmurs.
“Yeah?” Touya says, his heart swelling.
“He’s a complete moron and an asshole,” Katsuki says and Touya narrows his eyes. “I’ve had to explain to every single person he’s dated that we aren’t together, even though it killed me because all I’ve wanted to do is kiss his stupid, pierced lips until he’s ready to faint from—”
Touya cuts him off by pressing his lips to Katsuki’s, sliding his hand to his jaw to pull him closer. Katsuki drops his flower crown to the side, turning his body to push at Touya, their lips never parting as the blonde presses him down against the grass.
Katsuki threads his fingers through Touya’s white hair, his heart nearly bursting from his chest with how thrilled and terrified he is in the moment.
Touya moves his hands to Katsuki’s trim waist, his fingers brush up under his shirt, rubbing his thumbs along his soft skin as he sighs into the kiss.
“You’re a terrible kisser,” Katsuki murmurs against his lips.
Touya pulls back to laugh, and then bites on his lower lip as he looks up at the blonde. “Guess you’ll just have to teach me, huh?”
Katsuki hums softly, leaning back, Touya’s hands sliding from his waist to his hips, and Katsuki brings a hand up to stroke two fingers down Touya’s cheek. “Is this really happening?”
“Yeah,” Touya says softly. “Turns out, I really am the biggest idiot on the planet.”
“Glad you finally accepted that,” Katsuki says with a laugh. “How’d you figure it out?”
“Honestly?” Touya says, scrunching his nose up. “Himiko told me that I’m in love with you.”
“Of course it took someone else telling you what your own fucking feelings were,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes.
Touya grimaces slightly. “Yeah… but when I realized she was right, I felt like such a moron.”
“We just established that you are,” Katsuki reminds him and Touya chuckles.
“I am,” Touya agrees. He swallows thickly, his fingers flexing around the blonde’s hips. “I… I really don’t want to go back to my place. I really wish I knew someone who happened to live in the next building over.”
“That would be very convenient,” Katsuki agrees, tone full of amusement.
“You know, I haven’t been with a guy in… a while,” Touya says, clearing his throat. “I might need some help remembering how to do everything.”
“Touya,” Katsuki says, his voice husky, sending a shudder down Touya’s spine. “I’ve been chasing you since we were kids. If you’re gonna let me finally have you, you’ve gotta know that there’s no going back.”
Those words ignite flames in the pit of Touya’s stomach, a wave of desire heating him up, causing his pupils to flex and his heart to swell.
“Fuck,” Touya says, breath shaky as he sits up, sliding his hands up beneath Katsuki’s shirt, dragging his nails lightly across his skin. “How have I never realized how badly I need you?”
Katsuki groans, and he pushes up to his feet and grabs Touya’s hand, tugging him up and storming past the door to Touya’s townhouse to the building of one-bedroom apartments beside it, both of them ignoring the hard bulges in their pants.. He pulls his keys from his pocket, harshly unlocking the first-floor unit and kicking the door open, Touya shoving it shut and locking it.
They both kick off their shoes, forgoing house slippers as they rush to the bedroom. Katsuki shoves Touya onto his bed and climbs on top of him to claim his lips, parting only to rip Touya’s shirt off over his head, throwing it to the side.
Touya tugs at the hem of Katsuki’s shirt, and he pulls that off as well, and then dives back down to Touya’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip and tugging, making him moan. He starts a trail down Touya’s jaw, down his neck, sucking at his pulse point for a long moment.
“Katsuki,” Touya moans, which only encourages the blonde to start kissing along his collarbone as he continues moving down.
Katsuki sucks one of Touya’s nipples into his mouth, rapidly flicking his tongue along the bud as he tweaks the other with his fingers. Touya rests his hands on the blonde’s head, panting as the man releases his nipple and kisses a trail over to his other, sucking on that one as well.
The pleasure is electrifying, every touch feeling like bliss as Katsuki kisses down to Touya’s soft stomach, around his belly button. It’s something Touya has always been self-conscious about, never having been one for the gym, but the way Katsuki is eagerly soaking up the chance to kiss every inch of him has more emotions welling up in his chest.
A soft sniffle falling from Touya’s lips has Katsuki rising up, moving to kiss his lips tenderly. “What’s wrong?”
“I just—” Touya’s words cut off on a choked sound that he swallows back. “I just really fucking love you.”
Katsuki’s face turns red, but he smiles and kisses him again. “I love you too, so fucking much. I never thought I would get to have you outside of my fucking dreams.”
Touya lets out a shuddering breath. “I want to know everything you’ve dreamed of doing, the places you’ve wanted us to go, the things you’ve wanted to do, and I want to bring every single one of them to life.”
“Fuck,” Katsuki says, groaning as he grinds his achingly hard cock against Touya’s. “You’re in for a long night then.”
“Good,” Touya says.
Katsuki kisses him again, and then slides back down his body, undoing the button and zipper to his pants. He curls his fingers around the waistband, grasping the elastic band of his underwear as well, and slides them both off in one go, dropping them to the floor.
He licks his lips as he looks at Touya’s cock, fat and long, surrounded by curly white hairs at the base. He’s practically in a daze as he leans down to lick up the bead of precum from his slit, groaning at the salty flavor of Touya on his tongue.
Katsuki sucks and kisses down his length, his eyes locked on Touya, who leans up on his elbows to watch, pupils nearly swallowing the turquoise of his irises. Katsuki carefully watches the reactions from the man as he licks and kisses along his cock, noting every especially sensitive spot to memory.
He moves back down to the base, sucking one of his balls into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it before moving to the other. Katsuki grabs Touya’s legs, hooking his knees over his shoulders, curling his arms up around his thighs as he shifts up, making the taller man fall to his back.
Katsuki grips Touya’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he gathers up saliva in his mouth, lolling his tongue out and dragging the underside down Touya’s perineum before circling his hole. He presses in slowly, the muscle tensing against the intrusion, but Touya forces himself to relax.
Katsuki’s tongue slowly pushes into his ass, and Touya groans, his lids fluttering at the feeling of the muscle swirling around his insides. Katsuki pulls his tongue back into his mouth to gather up more spit, and presses his middle finger to Touya’s hole, the long, slender digit gently thrusting in and out until he slides along the man’s prostate, making Touya jerk in his hold as he moans.
He continues to rub along Touya’s prostate as he drools over his hole, using his tongue and finger to press it in. Touya clenches around him, his hands fisting in the blankets under him and Katsuki groans at the sight, pulling away and gently lowering Touya back down.
He pulls his own pants and boxers off, leaving himself bare, but Touya doesn’t get a good look before Katsuki hunches over him again, mouth wide as he slowly sinks down on Touya’s cock, drooling heavily over his length, flicking his tongue along the sweet spots he’d found earlier.
“Oh, f-fuck,” Touya groans, reaching down to grab handfuls of Katsuki’s hair as he rolls his hips up, small curses falling from his lips. “God, how the fuck are you so good at this?”
Katsuki pulls off his cock and licks his lips. “I like to feel full.”
He moves to straddle Touya’s hips, gripping his cock and guiding the head to his ass, which has Touya’s eyes blowing wide.
“W-wait, you didn’t use any lube, I don’t want to hurt you,” Touya says quickly.
“You won’t,” Katsuki says as he slowly presses down, letting out a long moan as the man’s cock fills him up, stretching his walls so perfectly.
“Sh-shit,” Touya chokes out, his hands slapping onto the blonde’s hips.
“Fuck, I love you,” Katsuki says, rocking his hips when he’s fully seated.
He leans over Touya’s chest to kiss his lips as he starts to move, and Touya moans, sliding his hands up Katsuki’s back, gripping the backs of his shoulders, digging his nails in as he thrusts up into him, meeting each downward slam.
His pleasure is building so rapidly, he knows he won’t last long, and his moans grow louder as Katsuki starts moving faster. The band of pleasure is rapidly coiling up, his balls tightening; part of himself wanting to fight against cumming, while another part of him is excited to see what happens next.
But he does know that he needs more of Katsuki, and he brings one of his hands down to grip the man’s cock, which makes the blonde’s hips stutter for a moment. Touya licks the seam of his lips, pressing his tongue into Katsuki’s mouth when he opens up, and he moves his hand faster, using the precum dripping down his shaft to slick him up.
Katsuki moans into their kiss as he cums, spilling out over Touya’s hand and onto his abdomen. He clenches down around the dick inside him, and Touya grunts loudly as he hits his peak, his seed spilling out into the blonde.
They’re both panting heavily as they pull apart, a thick line of saliva connecting their lips, their faces and chests flushed. They stare at one another for a long moment, and then Katsuki leans in to kiss him again, much softer this time.
Touya sighs when Katsuki pulls away, giving the blonde an eager smile. “So… what’s next on your list?”
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Organization for Transformative Works
If Kirishima Eijirou has learned anything over the past two years in college, living in an on-campus apartment with Kaminari Denki and Midoriya Izuku, it is that Izuku gets way too flustered, way too easily, and that Denki is an absolute dumbass.
Those aren’t exactly new revelations, but the combination of both results in the meeting of a lifetime as far as Eijirou is concerned.
It all starts, as many excellent college stories do, with alcohol.
—
Izuku is on his third beer, Denki is on his fourth, and Eijirou is on his sixth. It’s Eijirou’s birthday and, being the last to reach the legal drinking age, his roommates had insisted on getting him drunk.
“Let’s play spin the bottle!” Denki says, sounding absolutely delighted by his own idea. Izuku, being a complete lightweight, is already wasted and nods profusely.
“Guys, there’s only three of us,” Eijirou says, and his voice barely sways, thank-you-very-much.
Izuku gasps loudly and pulls out his phone. “I’ll call Kacchan! He lives on the floor above us with Shouto!”
“Hell yeah!” Denki says loudly. “Kacchan is hot!”
“Kacchan is super hot,” Izuku agrees, nodding seriously. “But Shouto is the most beautiful.”
“Sure,” Eijirou says, fully knowing about his friend’s crush.
“Do it, man,” Denki says seriously.
“Yeah,” Izuku says breathlessly.
He pulls his phone out, tapping on the screen, squinting at it to focus his vision before dialing the right number. He puts it to his ear and grins widely when the call connects.
“Kacchan! You have to—” he hiccups loudly. “—come to my unit! Bring Shouto! We… we’re… um, something.”
He furrows his brow, forgetting the reason for his call. The person on the other end says something and Izuku sniffles and begins to cry. “N-no! Kacchan! Don’t leave me alone! I—I need you… to bring Shouto. O-oh! You can bring him too! Just please, Kacchan, bring Shou! I’ll buy you a gift card for that place with the spicy katsudon.”
Izuku’s face lights back up and he gasps loudly. “Thank you, Kacchan!”
He hangs up and Eijirou hands him a napkin so he can wipe away his tears and snot. Izuku babbles his thanks and then looks around in a sudden panic, stumbling over to the counter to collect their empty bottles.
“You tryna impress Shouto, huh?” Denki teases.
Izuku blushes darkly. “I can’t let him know I’m a gay disaster.”
“Bro,” Eijirou says, dragging out the word. “We’re all gay disasters.”
“We’re the gay disaster dorm!” Denki says cheerfully as he runs a hand through his neon-blonde hair. The black lightning bolt dyed in his bangs is ruffled by the movement, leaving it looking more like a bizarre zebra print.
A knock on the door draws Eijirou’s attention, and he touches his bright red spiked hair to ensure that it’s all still perfectly in place before he tugs the door open.
There stands a man nearly a full head taller than Eijirou, which is impressive, considering the redhead is nearly six feet tall. He’s broad too, clearly someone who takes care of himself; muscles accentuated by his tight shirt.
He has snow-white hair that spikes up in little waves, soft grey eyes, and a strong jaw. He’s beautiful, and Eijirou is so entranced by the man that he doesn’t realize the guy is speaking until Izuku walks over to join them at the door.
“Natsuo!” Izuku says cheerfully, knocking Eijirou’s senses back in place. “Come on in!”
“Ah, thanks, Midoriya,” Natsuo says, and oh, his voice is deep and smooth and so fucking hot.
“Hi,” Eijirou says, leaning a little on the door. “I’m Kirishima Eijirou.”
“Todoroki Natsuo,” the man says, giving the redhead a smile as he holds his hand out. “I’m Shouto’s older brother.”
“Oh,” Eijirou says, shaking his hand, knees going weak at how the man’s palm envelops his own.
Eijirou releases his hand and Natsuo steps inside. Behind him, a familiar man with half red and half white hair, and mismatched gray and turquoise eyes makes his way in; Todoroki Shouto. Beside Shouto is Bakugou Katsuki, Kacchan, a blonde man with sharp red eyes that are absolutely judging Eijirou.
“Shouto!” Izuku says as he throws his arms around the mismatched man.
Shouto blushes lightly and awkwardly pats Izuku’s back. “Hello, Izuku.”
“Thanks for inviting us,” Natsuo says to Izuku.
“Hey-o!” Denki says as he pops up at Eijirou’s side. He holds his hand out for Natsuo to shake. “Kaminari Denki!”
“Nice to meet you,” Natsuo says, chuckling lightly. “I hope I’m not imposing, I’m in med school here, and my roommate was being an ass, so I went to Shouto’s place.”
“Not intruding at all,” Eijirou says, laughing awkwardly and then spinning around and walking over to the table to retake his previous chair.
“Oi!” Katsuki calls from the table. “We fuckin’ playing this shit or not?”
“Yessir!” Denki says as he plops down in his seat.
Izuku and both Todorokis make their way to the table, with Izuku stumbling as he clings to Shouto’s arm. Natsuo sits at the end seat closest to Eijirou, who has to try his best not to blatantly stare at the uber attractive white-haired man.
“Okay!” Denki says as he smacks his most recently emptied beer bottle onto the table. “Rules: player spins the bottle, whoever the neck lands on has to pick a truth or dare. If you refuse to play, you have to take a drink!”
Denki then spins the bottle, sending tiny splashes of beer at everyone, earning multiple disgusted sounds. It lands on Shouto and Denki grins mischievously.
“Truth,” Shouto says.
“Lame,” Katsuki drawls.
“Are you single?” Denki asks.
“Single,” Shouto confirms.
Denki smiles and winks at Izuku, who blushes. Shouto just gives an almost imperceptible smile as he spins the bottle. It lands on Natsuo, who smirks at his little brother.
“Dare,” Natsuo says.
“I dare you to take your shirt off,” Shouto says simply.
“Really?” Natsuo says, shaking his head as he stands up.
He pulls his loose knitted sweater off, revealing perfectly sculpted abdominals, plush pecs, and thick, toned arms.
“Holy shit,” Eijirou wheezes.
Yeah, this is definitely the gay panic dorm room.
Natsuo chuckles as he sits back down. He spins the bottle, and it lands on Izuku. Natsuo gives the green-haired man an expectant look.
“Truth!” Izuku says. Natsuo smirks darkly and Izuku gulps audibly.
“Who do you have a massive crush on?” Natsuo asks, planting one elbow on the table and dropping his chin into his open palm.
“Uhm, uh, um…” Izuku stammers. Katsuki kicks him from under the table and Izuku yelps. “Fine!” His voice drops to a drunken attempt at a whisper. “Shouto.”
“Izuku?” Shouto says, eyes widening almost imperceptibly.
“My turn!” Izuku shouts as he spins the bottle. It lands on Eijirou, and the redhead smirks confidently at the green-haired man.
“Dare,” Eijirou says, trying to push all his confidence into his expression.
“I dare you to welcome Natsuo to our dorm by kissing him!” Izuku says, and then he giggles. “For a whole minute!”
“Oh my God, Midoriya,” Natsuo says, sighing. “You can’t just make—"
Eijirou isn’t paying their little bickering much attention though, and he cuts Natsuo’s speech off by gripping the man’s strong jaw and turning him to make eye-contact with Eijirou. Those warm grey eyes widen slightly when they meet Eijirou’s rounded crimson ones.
Eijirou pulls the older man close and kisses him, harder than he had intended thanks to the alcohol. He gently nips at Natsuo’s lower lip, and the man gasps, his hands flying up to thread his fingers behind Eijirou’s neck, holding him close as he kisses back.
One of Eijirou’s hands finds the small of Natsuo’s back and tries to pull him closer, but the end of the damn table is in the way.
Natsuo seems to have the same idea as he reaches for the redhead’s biceps, gripping them and pulling Eijirou to his feet and tugging him closer, keeping their lips locked as he coaxes Eijirou into straddling his lap. The redhead faintly hears Izuku’s shocked yell and Denki’s loud cheer, but he pays it all no mind as he continues to devour the plush, cherry-flavored lips of the gorgeous man beneath him.
Natsuo licks the seam of Eijirou’s mouth, and he gladly opens up, letting Natsuo’s tongue in so the muscle can run along his sharp, shark-like teeth. The man groans and breaks the kiss; his pupils blown with lust. He tugs at Eijirou’s lower lip and his pupils flex as he runs the pad of his thumb along the sharp teeth.
“Fuck,” Natsuo pants lightly. “Please tell me you’re lucid enough to consent, because I want those fucking teeth all over me.”
“Hell yes,” Eijirou says.
“Thank God,” Natsuo says, wrapping his arms under the redhead’s ass and standing up, holding the man close.
“Holy fuck!” Eijirou exclaims as he wraps his legs around the taller man’s waist. “Holy shit. How fucking strong are you?”
“I’m in school to be a doctor, physical health is important,” Natsuo says simply as he makes his way to the hallway, completely forgetting about the other people in the dorm. “Which room are you in?”
“Second door,” Eijirou says, and then leans closer, biting down on Natsuo’s neck.
The white-haired man groans, but manages to pull the right door open, kicking it shut before swiftly locking it and moving to the bed. He drops the redhead on the bed, and Eijirou quickly pulls off his own shirt.
Natsuo hisses at the sight and bites into his lower lip as his eyes greedily take in Eijirou’s thick, bulky muscles. They aren’t as defined as the older man’s, yet, but they’re certainly profound.
“Like what you see, Natsuo?” Eijirou asks, voice pitched lower.
Natsuo’s eyes flick up to meet his, and he licks his lips as he unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down and kicking them to the side; his boxers soon joining the denim. He haphazardly kicks the fabrics away as Eijirou soaks in his fully displayed body. His cock is long and thick, flushed pink with precum beading at the tip as it curves slightly toward his navel.
“Shit, you’re hot,” Eijirou breathes.
Natsuo smirks and makes quick work of shoving Eijirou’s pants to the ground. His eyes widen at the prominent bulge barely contained by his boxers, and he looks almost reverent as he pulls them down. Eijirou’s cock springs out, nearly hitting Natsuo’s face. He curses under his breath and grips it with one hand.
“Holy fuck, you’re so pretty,” Natsuo says as he slowly drags his hand down the man's length, pulling a moan from the redhead.
“You’re one to talk,” Eijirou says as he sits up, pushing Natsuo’s hand away as he sinks down the side of the bed, landing on his knees.
He leans forward to lap up the precum dribbling from Natsuo’s slit, and then he flattens his tongue, curling his lips over his teeth, and sinks down until the man’s cock hits the back of his throat. Natsuo’s hips jerk of their own accord, and the redhead gags slightly and pulls off.
“Fuck, I can’t even fit all of it in my throat,” Eijirou says, lazily stroking the man’s cock as he looks up to meet Natsuo’s hungry gaze. “But I sure as fuck want it in my ass tonight.”
“Holy fuck, yes,” Natsuo groans, grasping Eijirou’s biceps and tugging him up. “Be good for me and get on the bed.”
Eijirou scrambles to comply, climbing up onto his mattress and not waiting for the man to say more before tugging his night stand open, pulling out lube and a condom. He flops onto his back, biting back a moan when he sees Natsuo at the foot of the bed, those grey eyes soaking in the way the redhead’s muscles ripple under the shitty bedroom lighting.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Natsuo says, finally climbing up onto the bed, settling between Eijirou’s thighs.
He grabs the lube and squirts some onto his fingers, rubbing them to warm it up as he leans down to kiss the man. He licks into his mouth, and Eijirou easily allows him entry. Natsuo groans as his tongue traces the sharp teeth, his finger circling the redhead’s hole.
He drags his tongue along the roof of Eijirou’s mouth as he presses the first finger in, easily sinking down all the way to the knuckle. Natsuo moans at the feeling, pulling back from the kiss to start pressing his lips along the man’s neck, sucking to leave little marks.
“More,” Eijirou says, rocking against the slow moving finger.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Natsuo says, licking up the side of Eijirou’s neck and then nipping at his earlobe, tugging lightly.
“You won’t, I can take it,” Eijirou says.
“Shit,” Natsuo says, pulling his finger out so he can push back in with two digits.
Eijirou tilts his head so he can get a kiss from the man, nipping at his lower lip and pulling a delightful moan from Natsuo, who starts thrusting and scissoring his fingers quicker.
He curls his digits, finding Eijirou’s prostate with near surgical precision, making the redhead break from their liplock to gasp loudly. He throws his head back, leaving that thick neck on full display.
Natsuo eagerly leans in to suck on the man’s Adam’s apple, and then down the column of his throat, leaving a trail of little pink marks. His fingers never stop moving, and he has to bite on his lower lip when he adds a third in.
He continues kissing down the man’s body, his cock twitching and leaking between his legs. Eijirou’s member is dripping on his own abs and when Natsuo’s mouth reaches it, he licks up through the salty liquid.
“Oh my God,” Eijirou gasps. “This is the best birthday ever.”
Natsuo’s eyes widen in surprise, and then he smirks as he picks up the pace with his fingers. He licks a stripe up Eijirou’s dick and suckles the tip before pulling back with a lewd pop.
“I’ll make sure you enjoy it, Eijirou,” Natsuo promises as he pulls his fingers free. He reaches for the condom, watching the way the man’s hole flutters.
“That’s so manly,” Eijirou says reverently, eyes lidded as he watches the older man roll the rubber down his length.
Natsuo drizzles some extra lube on the condom, stroking himself a few times to spread it around his length. He looks Eijirou over consideringly and after a moment, tugs the man around, coaxing him onto all fours.
Eijirou shudders with anticipation, and Natsuo chuckles lowly as he grips the redhead’s hip with one hand, his other guiding his cock to his hole. He kneads Eijirou’s skin as he starts to press in, moving slowly to avoid hurting him.
“Fuck,” Eijirou moans, delighting in the slight burn as the man’s cock stretches him, pressing deeper and deeper until he swears he can feel it in his throat.
“God, you’re tight,” Natsuo gasps, dropping his head back as he grips Eijirou’s hips with both hands, willing himself to stay calm.
“Come on,” Eijirou says, almost a whine. “I won’t fucking break.”
Natsuo lets out a strained laugh and rolls his hips slowly. “You sure about that?”
“Positive,” Eijirou says, groaning as Natsuo’s cock slides along that precious sensitive spot. “Fuck, come on, physical health is important, Natsuo.”
The white-haired man snorts at that, shaking his head lightly. He pulls out until only the tip is left, and then rams back into him, using his hips as a grip to tug him down harder.
Eijirou keens, pushing back to meet each thrust, valiantly staying on all fours even as his arms tremble and threaten to give out. Natsuo grunts as he fucks into the man, feeling a fire building in his guts; the sounds from the younger man only fuel the heat.
He knows he won’t last long with how hot and tight the man’s insides are, but Natsuo has always taken pride in his partner’s pleasure above all else. He slides his lube slicked hand down to Eijirou’s dick, gripping him tightly as he jerks him in time with his thrusts.
Eijirou nearly screams, feeling completely overwhelmed by the combination of sensations. Stars bloom in his vision as Natsuo’s cock ruthlessly glides across his prostate with every thrust, while his hand works a rhythmic pattern.
Eijirou comes hard, his ass clenching down, milking Natsuo’s cock as his own dick squirts out on the sheets below him. The white-haired man gasps, groaning deeply as his climax hits him. He smacks his hips harder, keeping himself buried deep in Eijirou as he fills the condom.
Natsuo grunts and pants brokenly as he comes down from his high, and Eijirou collapses down, his arms finally giving out. Natsuo barely avoids falling on top of him, managing to pull out before he tilts to land on his side.
He grimaces as he pulls the condom off, tying it and looking around tiredly for a wastebasket, feeling grateful when it’s right next to the bed. He drops it in and sighs as he flops down beside the redhead, who chuckles breathlessly.
“So, we should go out for lunch sometime,” Eijirou says and Natsuo laughs a little bitterly.
“I’m a med student, Eijirou, as much as I would love to, I rarely get time to myself,” Natsuo says, raising one slightly shaky hand to rub down his face. “It’s not fair to date someone as nice as I’ve heard you are.”
“Shut up,” Eijirou says, and Natsuo looks to him, one brow raised. “It’s my birthday, you’re supposed to agree anyway.”
Natsuo snorts and nods. “Alright then. One date.”
Eijirou hums and rolls up onto his side, leaning up to plant a kiss to Natsuo’s lips. “And if more happens from there, that works too.”
Natsuo frowns. “Eijirou, even when I start my residency—”
“I know,” Eijirou says, kissing him again. “But I want to get to know you, and I absolutely want to fuck again.”
“Brat,” Natsuo says, rolling his eyes. He looks at the redhead and sighs again, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re too fucking pretty for your own good.”
Eijirou bats his lashes at him. “No idea what you mean.”
Natsuo laughs, the sound much more genuine. “Alright, alright, we can try dating. But if you ever feel like I’m too much, let me know.”
“I’m a firefighter in school for sports medicine, I know all about shitty schedules,” Eijirou assures him. “Just say you’ll be my boyfriend and we can go from there. I’ll go buy some candles just to blow them out and make it my wish if I have to.”
“Well, then,” Natsuo says, smiling as he gives the redhead another kiss. “Happy birthday, Eijirou.”
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Organization for Transformative Works
Unknown:
God damnit, Shitty Hair!
You left my fucking window open and Queenie got out!
Todoroki Touya stares down at his phone with a confused frown in place, brows pinched together and his fingers hesitating over the screen.
He looks around the back of the dressing room at the rest of his band.
Himiko Toga, their bassist, has her headphones on as she scrolls through her phone, blonde hair already up in her usual spiky side buns, cat-like eyeliner in place around her golden eyes; all ready for the performance coming up.
Hikiishi Magne, their drummer, sits next to Himiko, her large, muscular frame swarming the petite blonde next to her. Magne’s red hair is loose around her face, falling to her chin as she reads something on her phone, pushing up the triangular sunglasses on over her dark brown eyes.
One of their guitarists, Sako Atsuhiro, is quietly sitting on the floor while his soft brown eyes diligently scan over the setlist for the umpteenth time; his cropped brown hair already adorned with his usual top hat, which matches his three piece vest suit.
Shimura Tenko, their pianist, is holding his phone up for a selfie; pierced tongue out, peace-sign up with his free hand, head tilted to show off the scars over his right eye and across both lips, one wine red eye closed in a wink, his wavy pale blue hair falling loosely around his shoulders.
Touya sighs and looks down at his phone again. He has the set list memorized—it’s been the same for the past three weeks of their headliner tour and he doesn’t feel the need to go over it again.
With nothing else to do, he shrugs to himself and leans further back against the velvety armchair he’s been lazily sprawled across for the past half hour.
Touya:
Who is this?
Unknown:
It’s Bakugou, you fucking idiot.
I lost my goddamned phone, I fucking told you this earlier.
Had to get a new number, it was fucking bullshit.
Touya:
Wrong number.
Unknown:
Fucking… seriously?
Damn it.
Any chance you have the number of a guy with shitty red hair?
Touya:
Uh, no?
Unknown:
Worth a shot.
Whatever. I’ve got a cat to find.
Touya:
Alright, then.
Good luck.
Unknown:
Whatever.
The door slides open, and the entire band looks up expectantly. Their manager, Aizawa Shouta, stands there, his curly black hair tied back in a messy bun, eyebags on full display as he steps inside with a coffee in hand that clearly isn’t going to cut it.
“LOV, you’re on in ten,” Aizawa says before chugging half of the drink and sighing. “Get your asses out there, problem children.”
“Will do, sensei!” Tenko says with a shit-eating grin.
“Don’t call me that,” Aizawa says as he rubs his temples with his free hand.
“Right, let’s do this, guys!” Himiko says as she jumps to her feet.
They all move quickly and smoothly, with the practice of a band that has been playing together since they were in high school; nearly twelve years now.
Tenko, as their self-proclaimed ‘social media manager’ keeps his phone in his back pocket while the rest of them set theirs down on the vanity counter.
Himiko grabs her beloved, blood red bass guitar, Atsuhiro carefully lifts his sleek black and burnt orange guitar, and Touya swipes up his black guitar, painted with iridescent blue flames.
They all walk together out of the dressing room and head down the wide hallway toward the closed stage doors.
Magne turns to give them all her warmest, most encouraging big sister-esque smile.
“Let’s do our best,” Magne says, eyes sparkling behind her sunglasses.
“We always do, Mags!” Himiko says cheerfully.
Atsuhiro nods sagely. “We will ensure that tonight is—”
Everyone else joins in to finish his phrase, “—Magic for the masses.”
Atsuhiro smiles and Touya snorts, while Toga pushes one of the doors open just enough for the screams of the crowd to flow in. A massive, somewhat maniacal grin breaks out across Touya’s face as the lights dim.
They make their way onto the stage, nothing but silhouettes to the audience. Magne goes to the raised drum platform behind the rest of the band, Himiko and Tenko go to the left, the blue-haired man takes his place at the piano, Atsuhiro stays toward the left and Touya steps up to center stage.
Touya looks around at his friends, getting nods from everyone to confirm they’re all ready to go.
Touya sucks in a breath as he wraps his hand around the microphone, and he feels his bandmate’s energies go up before he even starts shouting.
“I hope you’re fired up, Osaka, because we’re the LOV!”
The stage erupts with music and he starts belting out one of their most popular songs, his smooth baritone coming out with a hint of a growl as he plays his guitar, fingers dancing across the strings.
The light above shines down on him, almost blinding against his snow white hair, reflecting off of the silver piercings lining his ears, his left eyebrow, his lower lip, nose, and dimples.
The v-neck black t-shirt he’s wearing clings to his muscular frame as he plays. It leaves much of his chest and arms on display, letting the audience take in his heavily tattooed form.
Intricate, lace-like mandalas run up both arms, across his chest, up his throat and jaw, covering his lower lip and cheeks; all done in black and a deep plum-purple.
His eyes, lidded and almond shaped, hold vibrant turquoise irises that are practically on fire as he sings; the color nearly glowing in its intensity.
—
Touya makes his way back to the dressing room with the rest of LOV; all panting, sweating, and high on the adrenaline of another sold out show.
They quickly shower and pull on clean clothes before heading out with a row of security guards, walking past a line of fans screaming for their autographs.
Each member has their metallic permanent markers ready to scribble hasty signatures—Touya’s purple, Himiko’s red, Magne’s silver, Tenko’s gold, and Atsuhiro’s orange.
Touya, as the son of a rather famous CEO, doesn’t use his real name on anything related to the LOV, he simply goes by Dabi, which is fortunately easy to quickly scrawl out as he typically uses the English letters.
As much as he enjoys people knowing how amazing he is, he still doesn’t like crowds. Or people, really. So, he’s relieved when they make it to their tour bus.
“I’m fuckin’ tired,” Touya grouses as he heads straight for his bunk. “Don’t stay up stupid fucking late, you morons.”
He climbs into his claimed cubby bed and pulls the curtain shut. He can’t sleep just yet, he needs to calm his mind, so he tugs out his phone with the intention of reading an e-book, but finds several unread text messages.
Unknown:
Fucking found her.
I know this ain’t Shitty Hair, but Queenie deserves the recognition.
[Image attached].
Touya opens the picture and blinks in shock at the absolutely massive black Maine Coon cat, looking more like a goddamn panther than a housecat. It’s sitting regally on a faded green sofa, it’s red collar shining proudly on its neck, complimenting its orange eyes.
Touya:
Holy shit, she’s fucking majestic.
Unknown:
I know.
Not sure why the fuck you think you need to text me that at fucking midnight.
You performing a fucking séance?
Touya:
Not a bad idea.
But no, I work late.
Unknown:
Gross.
What the fuck job keeps you up this late?
Touya:
I’m in a band.
Unknown:
Uh-huh.
Cool.
Touya:
Yup.
Unknown:
Well, I’m gonna block you now.
Ain’t interested in texting some brat in a garage band.
Touya:
What the fuck?
I’m 28, asshole.
Unknown:
Good. Felt like a fucking creep for a second there.
Touya:
I have no evidence to deny that.
Unknown:
Oi, fuck you.
Touya:
Hey, you texted me first.
Unknown:
Whatever.
I kinda like texting someone who doesn’t fucking know me.
Touya:
But for all I know, you’re a fucking stalker.
Unknown:
Oh no.
You caught me.
I’m a stalker.
Because I love you, Kenji.
Touya has to smack his hand over his mouth to smother his laughter, and he can’t even function enough to text back for several minutes.
Unknown:
Oh, shit, is that your actual fucking name?
Touya:
No, I just had to take a moment to learn to fucking breathe again.
Unknown:
You’re an asshole.
Touya:
Takes one to know one.
Unknown:
You know what? Fair.
Touya:
At least you’re not one of those major assholes who pretends they’re really a nice guy.
Unknown:
Those are the absolute fucking worst.
Touya:
100% with you there.
Well, I need sleep now.
Goodnight, stalker.
Unknown:
I hope you suffocate on your own pillow.
Touya snorts softly, shaking his head and scrolling back up to the top of the list for the name the person had given earlier.
Bakugou.
Doesn’t mean anything to him, but he updates the contact name and plugs his phone in for the night.
—
Touya wakes up the next morning to his alarm, and quickly silences it so it doesn’t wake the whole damn bus. He groans and climbs out of his bunk, finding Aizawa seated in the long sofa that takes up half the living space, sipping a coffee and looking dead on his feet like always.
Aizawa taps one finger on the hotel key cards on the long table. “Take whatever one you want. We’ve been parked for a few hours. They’ve got a good gym, open 24-hours, and you have permission to use the kitchen after hours.”
“Thanks,” Touya says with a grunt as he swipes a random card.
He goes to his bunk and opens the cabinet underneath to withdraw his duffel bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He swipes his phone charger from the little outlet in his bunk shelf, and rushes off the bus.
Tour buses are the worst fucking part of touring.
His phone buzzes in his pocket shortly after he reaches his room and he tugs it out after scanning his key card, checking his messages as he shoulders the room door open.
Bakugou:
I need an objective third-person perspective on something for an article I’m writing.
So, I figured, why not ask that random unknown asshole.
Touya:
Just get on with it.
Bakugou:
Do you personally believe people who take the time to focus on their physical health tend to overall have better mental health?
Touya:
What the fuck?
The brain literally releases hormones that help with emotional stability during exercise.
It is literal science.
Bakugou:
I write articles online.
Science means nothing to these people.
Touya:
Sounds like you need a better site to post on.
Bakugou:
Shut up.
I fucking will eventually.
But bills are a fucking thing, and I have to sleep and eat and all that bullshit.
Touya:
Sleep is for the dead.
Stay up late and use that time to get that shit started.
Bakugou:
But sleep…
Touya:
You using that as an excuse ‘cause you know you’re shit at writing?
Touya follows the link, flopping down onto his bed as he reads the article. The one he’d sent has a lot of shares on social media and it’s well written and factual, but it lacks feeling.
Touya frowns and goes up to the author, Bakugou Katsuki. He pauses briefly at the author photo—a handsome man with wild, spiky pale blonde hair, a fierce scowl on his lips, and red eyes largely obscured by black, thick-rimmed glasses.
He’s cute, and young, maybe twenty years old. Touya shrugs and goes through Bakugou’s other works listed on the Chiba News site.
He loses track of time reading through the posts. Some topics are muted while others are full of passion and clearly show the man’s desire to help others, even if those ones are worded harshly—Touya is actually pretty impressed by them.
He grabs the link to his favorite, one about the healing qualities of rock climbing, and sends it to Bakugou.
Touya:
[Link shared.]
When you write about shit you actually care about, it’s fucking good, doll.
If you want to get that fucking blog going, go for it.
If it’s good, I’ll share the fuck out of it.
Bakugou:
Doll?
Don’t fucking call me that!
Touya:
Why not? You’re cute.
Bakugou:
Shut the fuck up.
If you’re gonna start making fun of me, I’ll fucking block you.
Touya:
I suppose ‘cute’ is an objective term, doll.
And, objectively speaking, from my third-person gay perspective, you’re cute.
Now shut the fuck up and get started on your blog.
Bakugou:…Fuck.
That was kinda hot.
Touya:
Text me when the blog is up and running.
Bakugou:
Ugh, whatever, asshole.
—
“You’ve been smiling a lot more lately,” Himiko says, nudging Touya’s shoulder with her own.
Touya looks up from where he’d been smiling at his phone screen and scowls at her out of spite.
Tenko and Atsuhiro are still getting dressed for their show and Magne is seated at the vanity nearby, putting on her makeup.
“It’s been nice,” Magne says, giving Touya’s reflection a soft smile.
“Shut the fuck up,” Touya grumbles.
“Who is it?” Himiko questions. “We’re not gonna judge. It’s just you and your friendly neighborhood lesbians here to support you.”
Touya snorts and shakes his head. “It’s just this guy who texted the wrong number.”
“And you didn’t immediately block the guy?” Himiko asks curiously.
“He has no fucking idea who I am,” Touya says. “He just sends me pictures of his cat and tells me random shit about this blog he’s trying to start.”
“What kind of blog?” Magne asks.
“Personal care or some shit,” Touya says with a shrug. “He works for some news company in Chiba, but he’s fucking wasted there. I told him to start up his own blog.”
Himiko and Magne exchange surprised looks and Touya eyes them before groaning loudly. He runs one hand through his hair and drops his phone on his lap.
“Fucking spit it out,” he snaps.
“Nothing!” Himiko says, waving her hands and grinning at him. “Is his blog up yet? Can we read it?”
“He’s still building it, says it’ll be done and his first one posted tonight,” Touya says, sighing.
“Please send it to us when it’s up,” Magne says, eyes sparkling. “I love reading blogs. If this man’s writing has your interest, he must be phenomenal.”
Touya opens his mouth to respond, and then the doors slam open and Tenko walks in, strutting cheerfully with Atsuhiro trailing behind him, looking absolutely done with Tenko’s shit.
Tenko laughs excitedly and bounces on the balls of his feet. “So, there’s this cat café downtown that has a Corgi on site…”
—
Touya is trying his fucking best to ignore the cameras as he and his bandmates leave the cat café, cat-eared headbands on all of their heads—Atsuhiro’s poised atop his hat.
It had admittedly been strangely therapeutic to sit and pet cats while sipping on a hot chocolate, but someone obviously ratted them out, because as soon as they’d stepped outside, the paparazzi swarmed them.
“Please, we just want to get back to our hotel,” Magne says placatingly.
“Yeah, come on, we’ve gotta get ready for our second set here in beautiful Nagoya,” Himiko says, turning the charm level up to eleven.
One of the paparazzi steps forward and grabs Himiko’s arm. She yelps, Tenko squawks furiously, and Touya darts over and grips the man’s wrist in an iron vice as he glares daggers at him.
“Get your filthy fucking hands off,” Touya snarls.
“Oh—oh, I was just…” the man trails off as he releases her, the man’s eyes are wide and panicked, as they should be.
“Go back to whatever fucking sewer you crawled out of,” Touya spits out as he shoves the man’s hand away.
He puts himself between his friends and the rest of the paparazzi as they make their way past, scowling and glaring at anyone who gets too close.
Himiko quickly grasps Magne’s hand and the large woman rubs the blonde’s back soothingly as they speed-walk away from the crowd. Touya flips the leeches off over his shoulder.
“Thank you,” Himiko says quietly as soon as they’re free of the cameras.
Touya grunts angrily. “Fucking assholes should know better than to just grab someone like that.”
“I have alerted Aizawa to the situation,” Atsuhiro says as he continues typing on his phone. “He will likely be unimpressed by the physical force used, but I personally believe it was handled well.”
“You should’ve twisted his arm and left him with a sprain,” Magne says, voice low and furious as she continues holding Himiko close. “That was so messed up, honey.”
“No one has the right to grab you like that,” Tenko says, scowling angrily. “Handsy bastard.”
Himiko sighs and smiles softly. “Thanks, guys.”
“Hey, no one messes with our family,” Tenko says seriously. Touya snorts and Tenko narrows his eyes at the white-haired man. “Hey, you’re our mother, Dabi, you should take this more seriously.”
“The fuck!?” Touya shouts as the rest of their group laughs.
“You make sure we eat our vegetables and tell us to go to sleep on time,” Tenko says, scowl replaced by a shit-eating grin.
“You do yell at us when we get behind on our laundry,” Atsuhiro adds thoughtfully.
“You’re the best mom,” Himiko says with a grin.
Touya wants to shout and curse at them, but he knows that they need this distraction to get past the little incident, so he settles for kicking Tenko in the shin and pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He has a few new messages from his group chat with his younger siblings, which he ignores in favor of opening up his chat with Bakugou.
Bakugou:
It’s up and running, asshole!
[Link Shared.]
Fuck off with that ‘can’t do it’ bullshit.
Touya grins to himself, opening the link and blinking in surprise at the mountaintop photos. They aren’t the greatest shots, but the view is gorgeous.
The article is Bakugou’s introduction, with a little backstory about learning to become a better person, and the contemplative powers of exercise, especially when done outdoors. The blog is well written, full of passion, and Touya doesn’t even realize his expression has gone soft until he feels someone poke his cheek.
He looks up and realizes the band are all staring at him.
“What?” He says, narrowing his eyes.
“Is it the guy?” Himiko asks curiously.
Touya grunts. “First post is up.”
“Oh, send it to me, please!” Magne says.
“I feel like I’m missing something,” Tenko says, eyes bouncing between Touya, Himiko, and Magne.
“What’s new?” Himiko drawls, and Tenko squawks indignantly.
“I would also like to read it,” Atsuhiro says, staring thoughtfully at Touya.
Touya growls lowly and quickly sends the link off to their band group chat. “Fucking fine. I sent it to you assholes.” He goes back to his chat with Bakugou. “Now fuck off, we’re here. Go to your rooms and get ready to fucking go.”
“Yes, mom,” Tenko and Himiko say in unison.
Touya flips them off and veers away from the hotel elevator toward the stairs so he can avoid their stupid, smug faces.
Touya:
That’s some good fucking shit there, doll.
Bakugou:
Obviously.
Touya:
I mean it, it’s really fucking good.
Bakugou:…Thanks.
Or whatever.
Touya:
Make sure your friend shut your windows so Queenie doesn’t get out again.
Bakugou:
Fuck.
Touya:
Well?
Bakugou:
I may need help hiding a body.
—
“Thank you, Nagoya!” Touya yells at the end of their third and final set in the city, his voice echoing throughout the stadium. “You’ve been fucking awesome! We’ll see you on our next tour!”
Magne waves before linking arms with Himiko, Tenko turns around to take a selfie with the crowd, Atsuhiro bows, and Touya flashes a killer smirk and flips the crowd off.
It was a good night.
They all shower and change again, gather up the gear that they don’t trust the crew with, and head out to sign some autographs from across the fences, taking selfies with some people.
They all keep close to Himiko as an extra defense, and she is positively glowing with happiness when they finally reach the bus.
“All right, go the fuck to sleep,” Touya says as he makes his way to his bunk. “If I hear you assholes out here talking for the next hour, I’m going to punch Tenko.”
“Hey!” Tenko yells.
“I thought you wanted us to sleep, why’re you motivating us to be loud?” Himiko questions, winking teasingly at the blue-haired man.
“I hate all of you,” Tenko grumbles.
Touya snorts as he climbs into his bed. He tugs his ‘privacy’ curtain shut and retrieves his phone.
Bakugou:
Fuck, my blog is going fucking crazy!
It’s only been two days and I have thousands of subscribers!
What the fuck!
Touya:
It’s good fucking writing.
Bakugou:
Fucking LOV shared it.
What the actual fuck!
Touya:
Yeah, I told them to read it.
Bakugou:
Hold on a fucking minute
You know the fucking LOV?
Touya snorts out loud, and then tells Tenko to fuck off when he asks what’s wrong.
Touya:
Yup.
Bakugou:
Fuck…
That’s actually fucking cool.
Touya:
You a fan?
Bakugou:
One of my favorite bands.
Shitty Hair and I go to their Tokyo concert every year.
A weird, bubbling feeling makes its way through Touya’s innards and it takes a moment for him to respond.
Touya:
So, you’ll be at one of them this year?
Bakugou:
Saturday night show, the tour-ending one.
Dabi does this thing where he throws his shirt out into the crowd at the end and I fucking caught it two years ago.
He’s hot as fuck.
Touya can feel heat rising in his cheeks and he sets his phone down so he can scrub over his face to attempt to force away the weird feelings that message brought up. His phone buzzes a couple more times and he takes a moment to compose himself before picking it back up.
Bakugou:
It’s a little tight on me now, but it’s fucking soft.
[Image attached.]
Touya opens the attachment and his jaw drops as he takes in the man in the picture.
It’s definitely the same blonde-haired, red-eyed man from the Chiba News website, but he’s smirking at the camera and there are no lenses obscuring his high cheekbones or dimming the color of his irises, which are nearly flaming in their intensity.
The image is angled to show his black v-neck—Touya’s shirt—which is so tight on the man it’s practically painted on over his plush pecs, molding to the dips and curves of a defined six pack, and pulled tight over the swell of his shoulders and biceps.
Touya drops his phone on his face.
“Himiko!” He yells as he rips his privacy screen open, tearing the already abused fabric further.
“Whoa, what’s up, Touy?” Himiko asks as he half-falls to the floor.
“I fucking… I can’t…” he shakes his head and rushes over to the sofa, shoving his phone into her hands before falling onto his ass. He covers his face with his hands and groans loudly.
“Holy shit,” Himiko says.
“Lemme see!” Tenko yells as he scoots closer. “Holy fuck! He’s hot! Wait, Touya, you good, man?”
“I believe he’s gay panicking,” Atsuhiro says.
Magne moves from the couch and crouches at his side, wrapping one arm around him and gently rubbing his arm.
“You’ll get through this, honey,” Magne says softly.
“Oh! He’ll be at our concert on Saturday!” Tenko says.
“We could give him VIP passes,” Himiko says with a shrug. “Then you could meet him in person after the show.”
“Fuck no,” Touya says, looking up abruptly and nearly smacking Magne in the chin. “He doesn’t even fucking know it’s me he’s been talking to.”
“But you know he has a crush on you,” Tenko points out.
Touya pushes off the floor and swipes his phone from the blue-haired man. He frowns down at the text chat, which Tenko and Himiko had been casually scrolling through.
“No, he’s got a crush on a fucking rockstar, not me,” Touya grumbles.
Another message comes through and the chat auto-adjusts so he can see the latest message.
Bakugou:
I know I’m intimidating, but I ain’t gonna bite.
Touya:
Shut up, I was just wondering how you have time to write when you must live in a fucking gym.
Bakugou:
It’s called being dedicated.
Touya:
Just not to your blog.
Bakugou:
Fuck off.
It’s up now, isn’t it?
Touya:
Sure is, doll.
Bakugou:
Stop fucking calling me that.
Touya:
Pfft, not gonna happen.
Well, it’s past your bedtime.
Bakugou:
Ugh, I hate you.
Touya:
Night, doll.
Bakugou:
Whatever.
Night, mystery asshole.
—
Touya is awake and dressed shortly before the bus pulls into their hotel in downtown Tokyo; not the fanciest place as that would draw too much attention, but one with a decent gym.
He has on black jeans, a plain black t-shirt, black sunglasses, and a black cap when he hops off the bus with his duffel slung over his shoulder. He spots Aizawa’s car pulling in and walks over to wait for the man.
Aizawa steps out and blinks at him. “Something wrong, kid?”
“Just really need the gym,” Touya says.
“Alright,” the older man says with a sigh. “Come on.”
Touya nods and follows the man in. The front desk attendant is an average sized man with hulking muscles and bright red hair spiked up tall. He has wide, almond shaped eyes and crimson irises. When he spots them, he flashes them a grin that shows off filed teeth.
“Reservations?” He asks, voice deep, but somehow bubbly and light.
“Yes, under Aizawa,” the man says, giving the redhead a critical look.
His eyes widen slightly, and he nods and starts typing on his phone. “Right.” His eyes flick up to Touya for a moment and he purses his lips. “LOV, huh?”
Touya crosses his arms. “What of it?”
“I assume there won’t be an issue with the press showing up, correct?” Aizawa asks, leveling the man with an intense stare.
“Nah, don’t worry about that, man,” the redhead says, waving nonchalantly.
He grabs a few key cards and scans them into the computer, and then holds one out to Touya and the rest in a stack to Aizawa.
“Thank you,” Aizawa says tersely as he walks off toward the doors to head back to the bus.
Touya turns toward the elevator, but the chatty redhead apparently has other plans. “You’re Dabi, right? The singer?”
Touya tenses and slowly turns back around. “You want a fucking autograph or something?”
“Oh, definitely,” the man says with a smirk. “Especially after that incident outside the cat café, your autograph is worth a ton right now. Girls and guys swooning over the knight rescuing the damsel.”
Himiko isn’t a fucking damsel,” Touya snaps. “Those assholes are all trained in self-defense. I made damn sure of that.”
The guy blinks in surprise and cocks his head. “Wow, that’s really manly. Anyway, can I get an autograph to sell online?”
“Whatever,” Touya grouses as he walks back to the desk.
“I’m Kirishima Eijirou, by the way,” he says as he pushes a blank piece of paper and a pen toward him.
Touya hesitates for a moment and then grabs it, signing Dabi, as well as the kanji underneath.
“Worth more with both,” Touya says.
“Hang on,” Kirishima says. “Could you sign… one more thing?”
Touya frowns. “Why?”
“My friend and I are going to your show on Saturday,” Kirishima says, and Touya nods. “He’s a huge fan, but we can’t afford VIP tickets, but an autograph would really make his day.”
Touya’s contemplative silence must’ve come off as hostility, because the guy’s nervousness quickly turns into irritation. “Look, you don’t have to be a jerk about it. Bakugou’s a good guy, he shouldn’t be pining after some asshole celeb anyway.”
Touya’s eyes widen, and he is very thankful for his sunglasses. He grunts and pulls out his phone, bringing up his very short text conversation with Aizawa.
“The fuck did you say your name was?” Touya questions.
“Um, Kirishima Eijirou,” he says, a little uncertainly. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna try to get me fired, man?”
“I’m giving you and your fucking friend VIP passes,” Touya says. “The fuck is the guy’s name?”
“Bakugou Katsuki,” he says, face lighting up. “Sorry for calling you an asshole and stuff.”
“It’s fucking accurate,” Touya says with a shrug. “You got an email for me to send this shit to?”
—
It takes forever for Saturday to come, and it simultaneously comes too quickly.
Touya’s bandmates had congratulated him on giving out the VIP tickets. He’s never given tickets to anyone before, not even his siblings. Aizawa seemed weirdly pleased by the gesture, and had given Touya an approving nod after he’d requested them.
Bakugou had freaked out and blown Touya’s phone up when Kirishima told him the news. They’d been texting as usual over the past few days, with Bakugou sending his latest blog posts as soon as they’re up, sending him pictures of Queenie multiple times a day, and both of them talking about random shit.
They’d gotten into an hour-long debate about the best mountain ranges to climb, Touya insisted Mount Nantai has the best view, and Bakugou couldn’t refute it because he hasn’t climbed there before, and that had the blonde raging while Touya felt smug.
But, on Saturday, Touya is all nerves, and Bakugou texting him pictures of himself in various outfits is not helping his anxiety any.
Kirishima is there, helping to take the photos, wearing a horrifically bright blue and white top, khaki shorts, and bright red Crocs.
Touya informed him he thought as much, and the redhead had abruptly stolen Bakugou’s phone.
Bakugou:
Excuse you, I look amazing.
Touya:
Your fashion sense is fucking atrocious.
Bakugou:
Yeah, I’m sure you always look amazing, ‘Mystery Man.’
Have you guys seriously been talking for almost a month without him knowing your name?
Touya:
I’ll tell him later.
Bakugou:
Fucking Shitty Hair waited until I was fucking laughing over his shitty outfit to take my phone.
I don’t know why I go places with him.
Are you seriously gonna tell me your name?
Touya:
Soon.
Bakugou:
Ominous.
Touya:
Just call me Kenji.
Bakugou:
Fucking hell, I forgot about that.
A knock on Touya’s door pulls his attention away, and he quickly shoves his phone into his pocket and crosses his room, swiping his duffel up off his bed as he goes. He pulls it open, not surprised at all to find Tenko.
“C’mon, man, time to go!” Tenko says, his own gear over his shoulder. Touya huffs and steps out, tugging the door shut behind himself. “Man, I miss my bed.”
Touya groans. “Yes, the fucking bus always fucks up my back.”
“Seriously,” Tenko says as he stretches his shoulders out. “And I miss Keigo. He’s gonna stay up until I get home tonight. Er, well, tomorrow morning, I guess.”
“No wonder he always needs makeup to cover his eyebags,” Touya says with a snort.
“Hey, his eyebags are beautiful and I love them, even when they’re not hidden behind his eyeliner art,” Tenko says with a chuckle.
“Gross,” Touya says as they get onto the elevator.
Tenko just shrugs. “Hey, you get to meet your texting friend after the concert, right?”
“Oi, fuck off, I’m never nervous,” Touya bites out.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Tenko says.
Touya grumbles to himself, and tunes Tenko out as they make their way through the lobby and out the doors to the awaiting bus. The short ride to the venue will be the last time they see the damn thing until their next tour.
The ride to the arena is quieter than usual as all of the LOV spend the time sending out texts to friends and family members, making plans to meet up over the coming weeks of freedom before they have to get to work on more songs.
The bus pulls up to the back doors of the venue, and the band climbs out, heading straight for their dressing room with their pre-picked outfits in tow.
They have zero shame in changing around each other, so none of them give a single fuck as Tenko locks the door and they strip their clothes off.
Touya pulls on a pair of tight black jeans, held up by a white studded belt, and one of his black v-neck shirts. He grabs his guitar, setting it against the wall and leaning next to it as he scrolls through his phone.
He finally responds to the multiple texts from his sister, agreeing to go stop by for a family dinner in a couple weeks while their dad will be on a business trip.
Then he goes back to his favorite text chat.
Bakugou:
Shitty Hair and I are at the concert.
Probably won’t hear my phone if you text.
Touya:
Go have some fucking fun.
Bakugou:
Yeah, yeah.
Touya sighs as he pockets his phone, bored as there really isn’t anything else to do.
He looks around the room, everyone else is done pulling on their clothes and Magne has moved on to doing her makeup. She’s the only one of them who spends time on a full face, but nights like tonight when they have extra time, Himiko will likely let Magne paint her up.
Touya walks up to the long mirror and grabs his eyeliner pen—marked as his with a little strip of blue washi tape—and he lines his eyes in a thin outline of black, just to make the turquoise of his irises pop more. He’s always liked the look.
Tenko and Atsuhiro follow suit, putting on their own little bits of makeup. Atsuhiro is a basic bitch, simply powdering his face so he doesn’t look greasy.
Tenko keeps it pretty simple, lining his eyes and spritzing his hair with something that Touya thinks smells like decaying flowers; but Tenko likes it, so whatever.
Touya plops down on the far sofa and decides to kill the time with an e-book on his phone.
—
“Magic for the masses,” LOV says in unison, grins firmly in place on all their faces.
The lights inside the stadium are dimmed and Himiko pushes the stage door open.
They walk to their places, confident and energized. They want to go out with a bang so they have to make sure this concert doesn’t lull in any way.
Touya takes his spot, fingers clasped around the neck of his guitar as he waits for his friends to nod their readiness to him. The auditorium is mostly silent as the crowd waits for the usual start.
He sucks in a sharp breath, which reverberates around the auditorium through the microphone, and he roars out their opening.
“I hope you’re fired up, Tokyo, because we’re the LOV!”
—
Touya is soaked in sweat and panting heavily as their last song fades out. The crowd is going nuts, and Himiko lets out a loud whoop as she jumps in the air and pumps her fist.
“Thank you so much, Tokyo!” Himiko half-sings into the microphone, leaning up against Touya’s side.
“Come on, let’s celebrate the end of this tour with a selfie!” Tenko yells. Touya groans and Atsuhiro turns to give him an unimpressed look. Tenko laughs and looks back at the tattooed man, waving him closer. “Come on, Mister Cat Café hero!”
“Oh, shut up!” Touya yells as he steps over to where they’ve gathered on the left side of the stage, backs to the crowd.
“Dabi! Shirt! Dabi! Shirt!” The audience chants, and Touya runs a hand through his hair; it comes out soaked in sweat and he grimaces slightly.
“Dude, you started it,” Tenko says, barking out a laugh.
“For fucks’ sake,” Touya grouses, but a smirk twitches his lips up in the corners.
He tugs his shirt up over his head and the crowd goes nuts as his tattoo-coated torso and back are put on display, shining brightly across the multiple screens. Touya balls the shirt up, coils back, and throws it as hard as he can. Someone catches it and screams loudly.
“Thank you, and good night!” Magne says, waving at the crowd.
“Wash that fucking shirt, you sicko!” Touya yells, flashing the crowd a vicious grin as he flips them off.
“Never!” The person screams out.
Touya, Tenko, and Himiko crack up laughing as they make their way to the exit. It’s impossible to completely fight back the smiles.
While they all love touring, it’s always an exhausting few weeks. It makes Touya incredibly thankful to live in a country as small as Japan—he knows that places like America have tours that last months, and that sounds like a fucking nightmare.
The group splits up in the locker room, quickly showering and changing.
Touya pulls on a pair of black jeans and a loose white t-shirt before meeting the rest of LOV in the dressing room.
Then the nerves start really setting in.
He’s about to meet Bakugou.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Touya says, groaning and running his hands through his hair.
“Whoa, calm down, Touy,” Himiko soothes. “You’ll be fine.”
Tenko nods his agreement. “Just pretend he’s an NPC and act casual.”
“We’ll be there the whole time, honey,” Magne says with a soft smile.
“Magic for the masses,” Atsuhiro says, and everyone turns to look at him. Atsuhiro shrugs. “I’m asexual and have no helpful input. But know that I support you.”
Touya snorts loudly and Tenko cackles, while Himiko and Magne just shake their heads.
“Come on, mom, go get us a new dad,” Tenko chirps.
“Stop fucking calling me that!” Touya yells as he storms toward the door, face red with embarrassment and anger. Tenko pops up alongside him and opens his mouth to say something else that would undoubtedly be stupid, and Touya wraps his arms around him in a headlock. “No, you’re a fucking idiot. Shut the fuck up.”
“You gonna give me a timeout?” Tenko wheezes.
“I fucking might!” Touya snaps before releasing his best friend.
They reach the doors and Aizawa hands out their markers. Touya takes a deep breath and tries to force down his simmering panic, attempting to hide it behind a smirk.
Tenko and Himiko go up front and shove the doors open, letting security keep them open for the rest of the band, and the fans outside start screaming excitedly.
Touya forces himself to keep his eyes only on the things he’s signing as he goes so he can keep an air of ‘cool rock star’ going instead of ‘anxious man with crush on someone he’s never met in person.’
“Oh, you! Thank you for the VIP tickets!” A familiar voice yells out and Touya looks up at the owner of the folded, brand new LOV t-shirt in his hands; Kirishima.
“Ah, what’s up?” He says as he signs it. “Selling this, too?”
Kirishima grins. “It’ll get me way more than the paper!”
Touya cocks a curious brow. “How much did the paper get you?”
“50,000¥,” he says proudly.
“Damn,” Touya says.
Kirishima grins and starts turning to the side, eyes still locked on Touya’s. “Oh, by the way, this is—hey, stop hiding behind me, that’s not manly.”
“Shitty Hair, I will fucking kill you,” a deep, gruff voice snarls out.
Touya peers around the redhead at the blonde man attempting to hide behind his larger friend, a pink blush across his cheeks. Touya smirks and cocks a brow at Bakugou.
“Oh, scared to say hi?” Touya taunts.
“Oh, damn,” Kirishima says lowly.
“Fuck you, I ain’t scared!” Bakugou shouts.
“Come on, it’s your birthday, live a little,” Kirishima says.
“It’s your birthday?” Touya asks curiously.
“21 today,” Bakugou confirms as he finally rises to his full height, just a little shorter than Touya.
He’s wearing the shirt he’d gotten from the concert last year, and holy fuck, does it ever look amazing on him. Bakugou follows Touya’s gaze down, and flushes dark red as he crosses his arms.
“Fuck off,” he growls out.
“Cute,” Touya drawls, and ignores the growled retort from the blonde as he turns to one of the security guards. “Hey, I’m letting only these two across. Blondie and Red. No one else.”
“Got it, Mr. Dabi,” the guard says.
“Come on,” Touya says, motioning for them to hop the small guard rail.
“Fucking… seriously?” Bakugou says uncertainly.
“Don’t question him, Baku-bro!” Kirishima says as he hops over. “Come on!”
Bakugou grunts, but climbs over the rail, gracefully like a damn cat; the movement showing off the flexing muscles in his arms. Touya tears his eyes away and looks to his band, further down the line.
“Okay, you two, fucking follow me while I finish signing shit,” Touya grouses.
“Thanks, man!” Kirishima chirps.
Bakugou just grunts, but follows when Touya starts walking, making his way down the line. When he finally reaches the smaller, more private space at the end and meets up with the band, they all give him curious looks.
“Not a fucking word,” he warns them, and they all nod. He turns and gestures to the two newcomers behind him. “This is Bakugou and Kirishima.”
“We know,” Tenko says and Touya shoots him a warning look. The blue-haired man just grins and steps closer to shake their hands. “Ah, you both have good hands.”
“What the fuck,” Bakugou mutters.
“Your guys’ music is awesome,” Kirishima says with a huge grin.
“Thanks!” Tenko says cheerfully as he steps back. “Well, I must go and make my way back to my dear, beloved husband.”
“Shut up,” Touya says, waving him off.
“Okay, mom,” Tenko says, smacking Touya on the arm and pouting when he hurts his own fingers.
“I will be riding back with him,” Atsuhiro says. He nods to Bakugou and Kirishima. “It’s a pleasure. I hope to see more of you.” He turns back to Touya. “Goodbye, mother.”
“Stop fucking calling me that!” Touya yells as he flings his marker at the man. Atsuhiro chuckles lowly as he walks off behind Tenko.
“Mom?” Bakugou echoes, amused and confused.
Touya rounds on him and drags one hand down his face. “Don’t. It’s a long fucking story.”
“He’s our band mother,” Magne adds unhelpfully. Touya glares at her, and she ignores it. “It’s lovely to meet you both, but Himiko and I are also heading home.”
“Good luck, Touy!” Himiko says with a wink.
“Crash and die,” Touya deadpans.
“We’ll text you when we get home safely!” Himiko calls over her shoulder.
“I hope your smoke detectors fail!” Touya yells.
“Have fun, mom!” Himiko shouts, turning to walk backwards so she can flip him off.
“I’m quitting!” Touya hollers. “Fuck all of you!”
Himiko’s manic laughter echoes across the night air and Touya turns back to a very confused and amused Bakugou and Kirishima. Touya scowls as he tries to figure out what to say.
“So,” Kirishima drawls. “Are we gonna do something cool, man?”
Touya tilts his head as he considers that. “I guess. I’ve still got some food on the bus.”
“You’ll let us see the tour bus?” Bakugou asks incredulously.
Touya stares blankly at him, noting the way the lights behind him illuminate the edges of his pale hair like a halo, and then he nods and turns, heading toward the bus.
The two follow close behind him, and when they get to the large vehicle, Touya waves the driver off, telling him to just leave it for the night. None of their equipment is on it anymore, anyway.
Touya leads the way up into the bus, going straight to the fridge and pulling three covered bowls of white stew from his special mini-fridge before popping them one at a time in the microwave.
While he heats the food up, he watches as Bakugou and Kirishima take in the bus curiously,
“What’s it like living in this?” Kirishima asks.
“Fucking horrible,” Touya grouses. “We stay in hotels whenever we can.”
“I was surprised to see you at my hotel,” Kirishima says. “I kinda figured a band famous like yours would stay in the ritzy places.”
Touya shrugs. “Just need a gym, a kitchen, and beds.”
The microwave beeps for the third and final bowl, and he pulls it out, drops spoons into them, and holds two out for the other men. Kirishima thanks him and Bakugou grunts out something that could potentially be considered a ‘thanks.’
Touya grabs his own bowl and makes his way to the sofa, plopping down and crossing his legs up as he starts eating. Bakugou and Kirishima follow suit, sitting at the opposite end from him.
“Not terrible,” Bakugou says after swallowing his first spoonful.
“Seriously, I would love to eat like this every day,” Kirishima says with a sigh.
Touya snorts. “Then learn to cook.”
“Wait,” Kirishima says, eyeing him with amazement. “You cooked this?”
“That’s why I like hotels with a decent kitchen,” Touya says with a shrug.
“I can see why they call you the band mom,” Kirishima says, giving Touya a smirk.
“Oh, fuck you,” Touya snaps.
“Shitty Hair’s got a point,” Bakugou says, eyes glittering with mirth.
“Not sure why you call him that when your hair looks like a damn dandelion puff,” Touya grouses.
“I will fucking kill you,” Bakugou growls and Touya laughs.
“I’d like to see you try,” he says, smirking.
Touya and Bakugou quip back and forth through the entire meal, and it feels so natural, like they just fit together perfectly. Touya doesn’t often feel comfortable around anyone but his bandmates.
When they finish eating, Touya grabs their bowls and takes them across the small space, dropping them in the sink.
He turns to face the other two, crossing his arms, and steels himself. “So… how’s Queenie?”
“How’s…” Bakugou trails off and turns to Kirishima, brows knitted in confusion.
“I didn’t mention your cat,” Kirishima says, shrugging.
Touya scrunches up his nose and rubs the back of his neck. “I have no fucking idea how to do this.”
“Do what?” Bakugou says, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
“Wait, didn’t Mystery Man say he was sending your stuff to LOV?” Kirishima says.
“Oh,” Bakugou says, blushing lightly. “Um, fuck—yeah. You probably had to read some of my shit.”
Touya frowns, not liking the weird, unexpected tone of self doubt. “The fuck?”
“I’m a writer,” Bakugou says, scowling in a way that’s distinctly anxious. “I write blogs and stuff, and this guy I’ve been texting—”
“Shut up,” Touya snaps. “I’m Kenji. Or what-the-fuck-ever name it was.”
Bakugou blanches and Kirishima throttles the blonde as he screams. “You’re the mystery man!?”
Touya winces at the obscene volume. “Jesus, calm the fuck down.”
“I’ve been texting you?” Bakugou says weakly. “I’ve… holy shit… I’m wearing… fuck.” He covers his face with his hands and groans loudly. “Are you going to put a restraining order on me or something?”
Touya blinks and cocks his head. “The fuck would I do that for?”
“I wrong numbered you and we’ve been texting for almost a fucking month,” Bakugou says, moving his hands to run them through his hair.
Kirishima narrows his eyes at Touya. “If you’re doing this to mess with my best bro…”
“I’m not,” Touya says, rolling his eyes. “The fucking assholes who call themselves my friends have been mocking me for my fucking crush on the phone guy.”
Bakugou’s hand stills and he blinks, eyes sliding up to meet Touya’s. “What?”
Touya huffs and sighs. “That’s why I gave your friend the fucking tickets. He said your name, made it a lot fucking easier to meet you.”
“Wait, wait,” Kirishima says, face morphing into a grin. “You’ve both had crushes on the guy you’ve been texting.”
Touya blinks. “Both?”
“Eijirou,” Bakugou hisses.
“Oh, he’s being going on nonstop about the mystery man,” Kirishima says, grin growing impossibly wider.
“You like me?” Touya asks uncertainly as he eyes the blonde.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bakugo says, squinting at Touya. “You managed to kick my ass into actually start up my own blog, and you shared it and it’s barely even up yet and I’ve got a fuckton of followers and ad requests and other companies asking me to write pieces for them.”
Touya nods. “Yeah, you’re fucking talented.”
“Well, I just ordered myself a taxi,” Kirishima says cheerfully as he hops to his feet. “Baku-bro, please text me details later.”
Touya watches him leave before looking back at Bakugou, who is openly staring at him now. Touya sighs and walks over to sit on the sofa again, leaving only a half meter between them.
“I’m gonna go climbing up Mount Nantai next weekend,” Touya says. “Wanna come with me?”
“Fucking… seriously?” Bakugou says, frowning.
“Obviously,” Touya says. “I wouldn’t have gone through this trouble if I didn’t want to get to know you.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Two people walk down the sidewalk in the suburbs of Musutafu, their hands tightly clasped as they go, smiles on their faces. There’s a sense of happiness and peace between the couple, who have been dating for nearly three months now.
Aizawa Shouta is 183cm, with long, curly black hair that falls down to his midback, and his cheeks and chin are coated in short stubble. His black eyes are full of fondness, and he feels wide awake despite the bags beneath them.
Todoroki Rei is a full head shorter than Shouta, and her appearance is as close to opposite her boyfriend as possible. Her white hair reaches her shoulder blades, and it’s straight, only a little wave to the strands. Her frame is slender and soft, and her eyes are a pale gray.
The two had met nearly a year earlier, when Rei had been called to go into her oldest son’s school, as he had gotten into trouble again. Shouta was his homeroom teacher then, and Rei had explained that her son was acting out because of their recent life changes, as she had just been starting the process of divorcing her abusive husband.
She hadn’t gone into explicit detail, but as she’d been called multiple times to go in and speak with her son’s teacher, she’d given minor details about the trauma they’d endured.
Shouta had been upfront about his attraction to her, and Rei had politely declined his dating offers until just a couple months back. It’s something she’s felt incredibly happy with, as the man has been a blessing in her life.
Even her children, who range in age from seven to fourteen, all have respect for her boyfriend. He’s been sweet to them all; patient with them all as they’d adjusted to life in a new city away from the torture they’d previously suffered.
“We’re here,” Shouta says, pulling Rei from her thoughts.
“Oh, good,” she says, letting him lead her to the first-floor apartment.
Her heart beats wildly as he unlocks the door. As if sensing her anxiety, he strokes the back of her hand with his thumb. She smiles softly at the gesture and happily walks into his home when he opens the door.
They release each other’s hands so they can toe their shoes off, and then Shouta makes his way over to the living room, sitting on the sofa and grabbing the remote. He’s clearly trying to keep calm as well, letting her relax and not pushing for anything.
Rei sits next to him, keeping close at his side as he flips through the channels until he finds some older movie they’ve both seen before.
Rei doesn’t pay much attention to it, too busy trying to build her courage up.
“Are you alright?” Shouta murmurs.
“Yes,” Rei breathes out.
She shifts up onto Shouta's lap, straddling him, and his hands come up to grip her outer thighs as he looks up at her with those intense black eyes.
She swallows down her nerves and leans down to kiss him: it’s messy and she doesn’t really remember how to kiss. But Shouta is patient and tilts his head, letting her lead their movements, eagerly eating up everything she’s willing to give him.
Rei’s heart is beating wildly in her chest as she reaches down with shaky hands to grip the hem of Shouta’s shirt. She breaks from his lips to slowly pull it up, and he raises his arms to make it easier.
She looks at his strong chest and arms, trailing her fingers over his pale skin as she tries to build up her own confidence. Shouta leans back on the sofa, watching with lidded eyes as she traces his defined chest.
She takes a deep breath and grips the end of her own shirt. She squeezes her eyes shut as she lifts it up and off her head, leaving her upper half in nothing but a basic white bra. She knows her soft stomach is on display, the faded stretch marks from her pregnancies, and she tries to steel herself for any type of negative reaction.
“You are beautiful, Rei,” Shouta says gently, and Rei’s gray eyes snap open as a blush forms on her cheeks.
Shouta is looking across her exposed skin with hunger in his eyes, and it has her own arousal spiking. She bites her lower lip as she reaches around herself to undo the clasps of her bra. She slides the straps off and drops it next to her shirt.
She reaches down, grabbing Shouta’s hands and brings them up to place them over her breasts. They’re too large to fit in his hands, and they sag lightly, but Shouta groans out a delighted sound as he gently squeezes them.
He slides his hands around, drawing his thumbs up the center of each breast, and rubs her nipples. She gasps, leaning back and moaning softly at the feeling.
Shouta leans up to plant his mouth on one of the buds and she gasps as his tongue twirls around the bud before sucking. Her hands fly up to the back of his head as she arches her back up to keep him close.
“Oh, Shouta,” she moans quietly and the man groans as his cock starts to swell in his pants.
He switches to her other nipple and she pants softly, letting out another sweet sound. Shouta rolls his hips up instinctually and Rei freezes.
Shouta quickly pulls away from her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to push you.”
“It’s not that,” Rei says, her heart beating wildly in her chest. “I just… I've never felt like I had any control during sex before…”
“You could tie me to my headboard,” Shouta suggests. “Then you would have complete control.”
Rei lets out a shaky breath, but nods. “Okay.”
She shifts off his lap and Shouta stands up, revealing the tent in his pants. Rei blushes, but reaches her hand out to grasp Shouta’s so he can lead the way.
He releases her hand when they reach his bedroom and he goes to his closet, pulling out one of his scarves. He goes to the bed and leans his back against the headboard.
“I can’t tie myself,” he says teasingly.
“Oh, of course,” Rei says, blushing as she climbs onto the bed beside his left hand.
Her hands shake as she wraps one end of the scarf around that wrist, pulling it tightly. She scoots around to the other side of the bed, bringing the other end of the long white material over so she can bind his other wrist as well.
“Is that okay?” She asks.
Shouta nods, licking his lips. “I’m at your mercy, Rei.”
A shudder goes down her spine at that, and she shifts to plant herself on his lap again. She leans down to kiss him again, just chastely, but when she pulls away, he tries to chase her lips.
The fact that he pulls against the scarf to try to get to her before relaxing again has heat pooling in her guts. She hadn't been sure how she would feel about it at first, but as she starts kissing down his neck, she can feel the heat in her core reigniting.
She kisses down his shoulders, then across his collarbones before going down to his pecs, sliding down his body as she moves.
She kisses a circle around his nipple before flicking her tongue over the nub. Shouta sucks in a sharp breath and she does it again. She opens her mouth wider and plants her lips around it, sucking on it and relishing in the groan the man lets out.
She hums as she moves to his other nipple, licking a circle around it before sucking on it. She gently brings her teeth in, rolling the hard bud between them, and the man groans.
She pulls away, popping off his nipple with a lewd sound that has her cheeks heating up. She tries to be sexy though, moving off him to stand beside the bed.
She slowly slides down her loose, knee length skirt, letting the dark fabric pool at her feet. She pulls at her plain white panties next, and Shouta licks his lips as he takes in her fully nude form for the first time.
Rei moves back to the bed bringing one leg up to steady herself as she starts undoing his pants, not realizing the position puts her pink folds on full display for the man.
Shouta's cock twitches as she pulls his pants off, and she hesitates only for a moment before tugging his boxers down.
His cock is long and thick, flushed red and leaking. The veins along his shaft are prominent, almost angry in appearance.
“Oh,” she says softly, feeling her arousal coiling higher at the knowledge that she’s barely done anything to him and he’s already like this.
Rei reaches out to grasp his dick and Shouta moans as she strokes him softly, resisting the urge to buck up into her hand.
Rei lets him go and he pants softly as she climbs back onto him, straddling his waist, pressing her exposed cunt against his abdomen as she kisses him. His cock is pressed up against her ass and he slowly rocks his hips to get just a little bit of friction.
“It’s been a while for me,” Rei admits as she breaks from the kiss.
She leans back and brings one of her hands down to slowly press her middle and ring fingers into her slit.
“Fuck, you are so gorgeous,” Shouta says.
Rei blushes, but leans further so that Shouta can watch the way her digits move in and out of herself. The scent of her slick reaches his nose and he tries not to rut against her. He refuses to look away from where her hand is thrusting though, and he groans when a soft squelching sound reaches his ears.
“I think I’m ready,” Rei says, trembling slightly as she pulls her hand out.
“Can I taste you?” Shouta asks, his eyes locked on her shiny digits.
Rei blushes, but raises her hand to his face. He opens his mouth and she pushes her slicked fingers inside. He groans as he swirls his tongue around her fingers, sucking on them before leaning away so she can pull them free.
“There should be a condom in the nightstand,” Shouta says, licking his lips.
Rei nods and leans over to open the drawer, her brows raising when she finds a brand new box of condoms there. She laughs softly as she starts to open it, her gaze flicking up to her boyfriend.
“Should be, huh?” She teases.
“I was hopeful,” Shouta grumbles, his cheeks heating up.
Rei smiles as she pulls a condom out, feeling a warmth in her chest, knowing she wasn’t the only one nervous about this.
She raises herself up and grips his cock, sliding down a little so that the member is in front of her instead. She rips at the foil, tossing it to the nightstand before placing the rubber on the tip of Shouta’s dick and rolling it down.
She takes a deep breath before raising herself up. She steadies herself with one hand on Shouta’s chest, gripping his wrapped cock in the other. She glides the tip along her slick folds for a moment before pressing down.
As soon as the head is in, she moves her other hand to Shouta’s chest. She slowly sinks down, tossing her head back and moaning as he stretches her so delightfully. Shouta groans at the sight, pulling unconsciously at his bindings.
When he’s fully sheathed in her pussy, she rocks her hips to try to adjust to his size. Shouta just groans at the feeling, his body trembling as he holds himself back from fucking up into her.
Rei leans over him to kiss his lips as she starts to move, grinding down against him as she bounces her hips, clenching down rhythmically. She leans closer to him, pressing their chests flush together, their panted breaths mingling in the air.
“You’re amazing,” Shouta says with a groan. “Fuck, Rei, you’re beautiful. A goddamn angel.”
Rei laughs softly at that and forces herself to move faster. She brings one hand down to rub at her clit, moving her fingers quickly.
“You’re too good to me, Shouta,” she says, moaning as her climax nears. “Oh, ah, I don’t know if I can do it myself.”
“You can,” Shouta says. “You’re the strongest person I know. An absolute badass.”
Rei laughs lightly, the sound turning into another moan. She moves faster, rocking harder as her toes start to curl. Her back arches and her jaw drops as she tips over the edge, her entire body trembling as she cums.
“Fuck,” Shouta gasps, rocking his hips to draw her pleasure out.
“More,” Rei says, moving her hips again. “I want more.”
“Take everything you want,” Shouta says.
Rei pants heavily as she moves even faster, bouncing harder as she fucks herself down on his cock, feeling right on the edge again.
She’s close enough for Shouta to reach her neck and he starts sucking on her skin, coaxing her into moving closer as he does so, wishing he could reach out to do so much more.
“Oh, Shouta,” she moans as she cums again, her entire body on fire, every touch of the man’s stubbled chin along her skin setting her ablaze.
She grinds down again, whining slightly, and Shouta groans at the sound.
“What do you want, Rei?” He asks.
“I want you to touch me,” she gasps out.
“You’re in control,” Shouta reminds her. “I would love to touch you, kiss you all over, fuck you until all your stress goes away.”
“Please,” Rei says, reaching with trembling hands to untie his wrists.
As soon as they’re both unbound, Shouta’s hands fly to Rei’s face first, holding her close to kiss her, but he can’t do it for long before the desire to fuck her silly takes over.
He slides his hands down to her hips and around to her ass, gripping the globes firmly and using his hold to slam her down as he thrusts up.
“Shouta!” She screams as her cunt convulses again.
Shouta snarls ferociously, slamming up into her harder, the grip around his cock combined with the slickness of her juices driving him absolutely mad.
He cums with a groan, his body lurching with the waves of pleasure as he ruins the condom, pressing Rei down firmly against his length.
“Oh, God, Rei,” he moans, rocking his hips slowly.
“Shouta,” she pants out. “Please, please, I—”
“Shh, I’ve got you, what is it?” Shouta asks gently.
“Hold me,” she says, her tone desperate. “Don’t let me go.”
Shouta brings his hands back up to her face, pulling her in for a soft kiss. “Never.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Bakugou Katsuki has a scowl on his face as he walks up to the front door of his friend’s house. His blonde hair is wild around his head, the undercut accentuating his sharp cheekbones and drawing attention to his intense scarlet eyes. His shoulders are broad, lined in muscle, leading to a strong core with a trim waist, and powerful thighs.
At his side is Todoroki Touya, who is nearly half a head taller, though his build is not nearly as bulky as the blonde’s. He has white hair in wild spikes, and a face full of piercings surrounding his bright turquoise eyes. His pierced lips hold a heavy smirk, contrasting heavily with the angry blonde.
“Fucking hate parties,” Katsuki grumbles.
Touya clicks his tongue and reaches into his pocket, pressing the button on a tiny remote hidden away, connected to the cock ring around the shorter man’s dick. Katsuki gasps, his head snapping up to look at Touya as his cock throbs in his pants.
“Seriously?” Katsuki chokes out.
“Behave,” Touya says, and then turns it off.
“Fuck,” Katsuki hisses, his cock painfully hard from just before they’d left, when Touya had sucked him until he was ready to burst, and then pulled away and shoved the ring onto his cock and warned him.
“You’re not allowed to cum until midnight,” Touya reminds him as he pushes the doorbell on the moderately sized house.
A moment later, the door is pulled open by a tall, lanky man with black eyes and black hair pulled back in a tiny ponytail. He has a lazy grin on his face as he steps to the side, gesturing for them to step into the genkan.
“Right on time, men,” Sero Hanta drawls. “A full two hours late.”
Katsuki snickers. “Lost track of time.”
“Gross, I don’t need the details,” Hanta says, chuckling as he shuts the door to prevent more of the winter breeze from entering the house.
“You sure? It’s a fun story,” Touya says, and Katsuki swats his shoulder as his cheeks flush.
“Nope, I don’t need to hear this shit from my brother-in-law,” Hanta says, turning and walking down the entryway hall, taking a right around a corner to go into the living room.
“One hour until midnight,” Touya murmurs as he wraps an arm around Katsuki’s slender waist, hidden beneath the oversized hoodie he’s wearing to help cover the erection in his pants.
Katsuki bites his lower lip hard. “I’ll fucking win, and you’d better not back out when I do.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Touya says.
Katsuki grumbles under his breath as he and his boyfriend head into the living room, where Hanta is now seated at the edge of a large sectional next to a man named Todoroki Shouto. He has half-white, half-red hair split down the middle and mismatched gray and turquoise eyes. An old burn scar covers the red half of his face, around his turquoise eye, and his expression is as neutral as usual.
Lying on the chaise portion of the sofa is Kirishima Eijirou, a short, muscular redheaded man, his locks spiked up intentionally. His eyes are a deep crimson, the left marked with a little scar. He grins at the newcomers, showing off a mouthful of filed teeth.
Sprawled face down on the redhead’s chest, legs between Eijirou’s, is Kaminari Denki. He’s a little shorter than the redhead and slender, his bright blonde hair styled to show off the black lightning bolt dyed in his bangs. He’s half asleep already, his copper eyes lidded and a little trickle of drool dripping from his lips onto Eijirou’s shirt.
Sitting on the large recliner beside the sectional is a tall, broadly muscled white-haired man, Todoroki Natsuo. His eyes are gray, his hair spiky but not nearly as wild as Touya’s.
On his lap is a blonde woman, Toga Himiko. Her hair is up in two side buns, bright golden eyes fully awake as she kisses along Natsuo’s jaw. The flush in her cheeks is an obvious enough sign that she’s fairly drunk.
“Fuyumi and Tenko aren’t here?” Touya questions as he drops down onto the open end of the sofa.
Katsuki sits down next to him, hunching forward slightly to ensure his dick is fully covered. He takes deep, steadying breaths as he looks around the room.
“She said something came up,” Shouto says, his voice monotonous.
“Sounds like Tenko got handsy,” Touya says.
Hanta snickers, his eyes flicking to Touya and Katsuki. “He wasn’t the only one.”
“Oh, shut up,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. “Like you and Half’n—fucking hell.”
“You good there, man?” Eijirou asks, rubbing a hand up and down Denki’s back, a concerned frown on his face as he looks at the way Katsuki’s fingers are digging into his knees.
“Fine,” Katsuki grits out. “Just my stomach.”
“Are you nauseous?” Natsuo asks, his head tilted to let Himiko nip at his neck.
Katsuki shakes his head, his shoulders relaxing when Touya turns the ring off. “Just annoying as fuck. S’ fine.”
“Do you want some wine?” Hanta asks.
“Gross,” Katsuki says, scrunching his nose up.
“But I can pop the cork with a knife!” Himiko says, finally turning away from where she was sucking a hickey onto Natsuo’s skin. “Wanna see?”
“Fuck yeah,” Katsuki and Touya say in unison.
“Come on!” Himiko says, pushing off Natsuo’s lap to skip into the kitchen.
The man immediately pulls his blazer jacket down to cover the tent in his pants and Katsuki feels marginally better about himself after that. But it doesn’t mean he has any intention of getting off the damn couch, which Touya seems to sense.
“Yeah, come on,” Touya says as he stands up, a smirk curling his lips as he looks down at Katsuki.
“Denki, hey, Denks,” Eijirou says, trying to wake Denki up.
He sighs and buries his fingers into the man’s sides, tickling him and making him shriek before choking on his own spit. The redhead stops after a moment and Denki gasps for air as he looks up, pouting at the other. Eijirou snickers at his displeased face, but sits up and cups the blonde’s chin to plant a kiss to his lips to calm him down.
“Hurry up,” Touya says, flipping the cock ring on and making Katsuki suck in a sharp breath.
“Fine,” Katsuki grits out, pushing up off the couch, letting out a relieved exhale when Touya turns it back off.
He glares at his boyfriend as they walk to the kitchen, Katsuki’s legs wobbling lightly as they go. Eijirou and Denki walk behind them, both humming a cheery Christmas tune for some fucking reason.
“Fuck, I better go or she’ll stab me in my sleep,” Natsuo says, clearly trying to hold his jacket over his crotch as he gets up, following the small group. He pauses when he reaches the side of the couch to look at his younger brother and his husband. “You guys coming?”
“Nah,” Hanta says, waving him off. “She showed us earlier.”
Natsuo nods, not at all surprised when he hears Hanta chuckling as soon as he’s out of sight. He heads down to the kitchen, where Himiko is patiently waiting, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a long paring knife in the other.
“Alright, so we stab the cork,” Himiko says, giggling drunkenly as she harshly shoves the knife into the cork at a slight angle.
She pauses for a moment to snicker, and Natsuo sighs, shaking his head fondly as he watches his slightly unhinged girlfriend start to slowly use the knife to twist the cork, careful to not twist the actual blade. When it’s mostly out of the neck, her grip falters and she moves her hand to grab the blade instead.
Natsuo gasps as she tugs the cork out, belting a victorious shout. She looks confused when Natsuo rushes over to grab the bottle from her, setting it on the counter and grabbing her knife wielding hand to pry her fingers away from the blade. There’s a slice across most of her palm, but it’s fortunately superficial.
“Fucking hell, Himiko,” Natsuo says, sighing as he tosses the knife into the sink. “You’re lucky this is a shallow cut.”
“It’s fine,” Himiko says, pouting.
“I’ll clean this up, guys,” Natsuo says. “But you can take the wine, she doesn’t need any more.”
“Dibs!” Denki shouts, grabbing the bottle and happily making his way back to the living room.
“You sure she’s okay?” Eijirou says, watching the way Natsuo is turning her hand under the light.
“Yeah,” Natsuo says, frowning.
“Tell me if you need me to move my car, I parked behind you,” Touya says, sighing as he turns around to lead the way out of the kitchen.
“You have to be more careful,” Natsuo murmurs.
“I know,” Himiko grumbles, pouting.
“You’re lucky I’m a doctor, y’know,” Natsuo says. “I know how to make sure this stays nice and clean.”
Himiko’s breathing stutters and her pupils dilate as she watches him bring her hand to his lips. He extends his tongue and licks up along the small cut, and Himiko nearly moans at the sight. Natsuo pulls away, showing her the blood on his tongue and she eagerly leans up to suck on the muscle, unable to hold back the groan as the coppery taste fills her mouth. Natsuo's hands move to her waist, holding her close as their tongues tangle.
They’re both panting when they break for air, but Natsuo clears his throat and straightens up. “Now wash your hands while I get a bandage.”
“Okay,” Himiko says, smiling happily as she turns around and goes for the kitchen sink.
Natsuo sighs as he heads down to the bathroom, which is pristine as always thanks to Shouto’s obsessive need for things to always be well maintained. Probably a trauma response, a thought that has him wondering what his own trauma might have caused for him.
Perhaps it fueled his desire to become a doctor to help those around him? He would like to think it’s not because of his fascination with blood. He knows his older sister, Fuyumi, cooks and cares for their mother to help get past it all. Touya’s is obvious to him as well; no matter how laid back the man seems, he desires control.
Which Touya delights in having, his turquoise eyes shining from his spot in the living room as he watches Katsuki’s cheeks flush as he pants lightly. He’d made another rude comment, so Touya had given him another little reminder to be nice.
“Oh, hey, ten minutes to the ball drop!” Hanta shouts. His and Shouto’s hair are both a bit mussed, their shirts wrinkled suspiciously from whatever went down while everyone else was in the kitchen.
“Coming!” Himiko shouts as she runs out, her hand freshly wrapped, Natsuo behind her. She waits for her boyfriend to sit on the recliner again before dropping onto his lap.
“Man, you don’t look so good,” Eijirou says, looking at Katsuki.
“You look like you might be sick,” Touya says, turning off the ring and pulling his hand from his pocket to press it to his boyfriend’s forehead. “Yeah, you’re really heated up.”
Katsuki bites back a retort, but he looks at Touya, his expression pleading, and the white-haired man clicks his tongue and reaches for the blonde’s hand. He stands up, tugging his boyfriend up as well, and starts leading the man to the hall.
“I’m going to get a cold compress on him and check your medicine cabinet!” Touya shouts over his shoulder.
“If he pukes, make sure it goes in the toilet,” Shouto says.
“Will do!” Touya yells back.
Katsuki’s hand squeezes the older man’s, and his chest is heaving with the effort of holding himself back from cumming. Touya opens the bathroom door and Katsuki follows him in, turning to lock the door.
“Fuck you,” Katsuki growls out as he pushes the other man up against the counter.
He drops to his knees and roughly shoves Touya’s pants down. He licks his lips as he hungrily stares at Touya’s erect T-dick, leaning in to suck it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.
Touya sighs as he rests his hands on the blonde’s head, spreading his legs further as he watches the way Katsuki is drooling over his dick. They lock eyes as the blonde pulls off him with a slick pop and then rapidly flicks his tongue over his cock.
“Shit,” Touya says, groaning lightly.
Katsuki coils one arm under Touya’s right leg, tugging the pant leg and boxers fully free and lifting it to hook over his shoulder so he can dive down to shove his face into his cunt, thrusting his tongue in as deeply as possible. Touya curses under his breath, resisting the urge to throw his head back as Katsuki’s tongue rubs along all his sweet spots.
Katsuki shifts back up to his boyfriend’s cock, bobbing his head as he twirls his tongue around it. He brings his free hand up to shove two fingers into the man’s cunt, curling them lightly to rub along his g-spot, knowing exactly where to touch his boyfriend to have him trembling, his breathing stuttering as his cunt starts to convulse.
“Five minutes!”
Katsuki abruptly pulls away, and Touya growls furiously under his breath, glaring at the blonde as the man stands up, chuckling lowly.
“You fucking brat,” Touya hisses out.
“Five minutes left means it’s my turn,” Katsuki says.
He roughly tugs the oversized hoodie off himself, tossing it up onto the long counter. His jeans have an obvious wet spot on them, and he happily tugs them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. It’s flushed a deep red, the tip a painful shade of purple.
The blue ring around his cock has a little silicone butterfly clitoris stimulator at the top, and he doesn’t bother pulling it off as he easily lifts his taller boyfriend up onto the counter. He grips his hips to hold him at the edge, uses one hand to line his cock up, and thrusts up into Touya’s pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, hissing through his teeth as he holds himself back from cumming immediately.
He squeezes Touya’s hips, and the man raises his long legs to wrap around his waist, his hands behind him on the counter for support. Katsuki pulls out part way, thrusting back in slowly a couple times until he can trust himself.
He clenches down to try to hold back the need to cum as he starts pounding up into his boyfriend. They meet in the middle for a hungry kiss full of panting, moaning, and cursing against one another’s lips as their pleasure rapidly builds.
“One minute!”
Katsuki moves his hips faster, drilling up into Touya harder as he moves one hand up to where Touya’s pants are dangling from his left calf. He fumbles for the man’s pocket, pulling out the remote for the cock ring and holding it tightly as he wraps that arm around Touya’s waist. His finger hovers over the button, knowing he’s going to cum as soon as he turns it on.
Katsuki slams his finger down on the button, turning it all the way up. They both nearly scream into their kiss as Katsuki buries himself deep, holding the butterfly portion of the cock ring up against Touya’s cock as he fills his insides with his seed, the shouted “Happy New Year!” booming from the other end of the house.
“Fuck, shit,” Touya gasps out, and Katsuki lets out a breathy chuckle as he rolls his hips to rub the vibrating ring along the man’s T-dick.
They’re both quickly approaching overstimulation territory, but Katsuki doesn’t pull out until Touya clenches around his softening cock as he cums again. Touya lets out a soft whine that Katsuki eagerly eats up.
He turns the ring off and slowly pulls out, leaning against Touya and the counter because he can’t trust his legs at the moment, it felt way too fucking good to finally cum.
Touya laughs softly, bringing his hands up to rake his fingers through Katsuki’s hair, gripping the back of his head to pull him in for a kiss. “You’re such a brat.”
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