On the Side

by MimiMaku

Summary:

His All Might ringtone sounds loudly through his room, hands fumbling haphazardly in his sheets to answer it before it goes to voicemail; Deku hates missing work when he’s on call.

“H-Hello?” He croaks, voice gravelly and laced with sleep. There’s rustling on the other end of the line with voices in the background, obscured and practically inaudible. Barely awake, Midoriya sighs and wipes his eyes with his free hand. “Red Riot, is that you? Do you need me to come in?” He practically slurs, fighting the sleep in his body. There’s a groan on the other end, louder than any other sounds he’s heard before, the deep baritone forcing the young hero to sit up straight in his bed. “A-Are you hurt? Do you need help?”

“Ah, fuck,” the man on the other line’s voice is husky, sensual, and instantly sobering. Paralyzed with fear and mild interest, the greenette slaps a hand over his mouth to quiet his breathing, because that is Kacchan’s voice coming through the phone, spewing the dirtiest shit he could ever imagine.
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A short story about how Midoriya finds himself in Bakugo's bed although he and Todoroki have been together for years.

Notes:

Hi everyone!

Thank you for clicking on my story. This was originally supposed to be a one-shot that ended up being over 58k words, so now it's three parts! With that being said, I binge-wrote this in two weeks so... There is a bit of plot but not too much because this started with the intent of not being a series.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: How it started

“When did you know you loved him?”

Midoriya shifts uncomfortably in the plush leather lounge chair, wringing his scarred hands together anxiously as he prepares to respond to his therapist. He licks his lips almost endlessly, trying to imbue whatever moisture he can back into them. With a hard swallow his mouth opens, wordless for a few seconds before his vocal cords cooperate. “It was hard to tell. At first, I found myself thinking about him more frequently in my spare time - you know, right before bed, making a meal, showering, etc. Then one day he just…took my hand and held it as we walked down the sidewalk to my apartment. It wasn’t a big thing - we didn’t even interlock our fingers, but it still felt nice. Then he did it the next time, and the next, and eventually I realized that I wouldn’t mind spending my time with him like that. When we went out and he referred to me as his boyfriend, I just sort of agreed because it felt nice to be considered in that way, and so then our relationship was defined and…here we are,” he finishes with a sigh, shoulders shrinking in with the exhale of his breath.

His therapist hums in consideration, the end of her pen resting against her chin. She’s an easily forgettable woman: a brunette with dark amber eyes, a low ponytail, an average frame, and square spectacles. Midoriya had chosen her specifically for that reason, afraid of someone who might be easily recognizable or known as a celebrity doctor; to a hero, privacy was priceless. “Thank you for recounting the events leading up to the start of your relationship, Midoriya. I want us to dive a bit deeper and do some shadow work, so I need you to answer from your internal view rather than a general perspective. What feelings did you experience that allowed you to realize you had love for your partner?”

The greenette swallows harshly, frog in his throat, hands coming up to massage his neck and Adam’s apple in reflex. “I, well…I,” he starts and stops again, eyes blinking quickly and heartbeat increasing. He feels the pressure in the room start to increase steadily, weighing him down like one of the many heavy blankets he has at home. The effectiveness of his therapist’s quirk is immediate, his heart rate steadying and nerves calming minutely. 

“There are no wrong answers, Midoriya; remember, this is a safe space,” she reminds him, tone even and relaxing. He nods and scrunches his eyebrows in concentration.

“I…You see, I don’t know.”

For a moment, the air in the room is still and the absence of noise is deafening. When he looks up to meet her gaze, it’s unwavering, her dark eyes trained on him in her typical manner when she wants him to elaborate without breaking the intensity of the room. He bites the inside of his cheek, pinching the thin skin connecting his thumb and index finger on his left hand. Eyes downcast, he continues. “Lately, I have been doing a lot of thinking, and I'm not sure if my feelings are…well…ugh!” He whines in frustration, dumping his head into his hands where they rest on his knees. 

The pressure in the room increases once more, the air heavy and thick around them. It wasn’t enough to stifle any noise or impact his breathing, but he feels its weight on his shoulders and his back as some form of comfort. “Let’s try a different approach, shall we? Why don’t we talk about the reason that you came to me today?” She shifts in her chair, alternating which leg she has crossed over the other and holding the pen horizontally between her two fingers. “When did you know you were in love with your best friend?”

Emerald eyes shoot open, staring at the navy, low-pile carpet at his feet through the minuscule gaps in his fingers. Guilt wracks his frame and causes him to shudder, right leg bouncing with the uptick of his nerves. “Oh god, I am a horrible person,” he whispers. When she doesn’t respond to his self-diminishing comment, he sighs and squeezes his eyes shut, hoping to block out some of his embarrassment. “I think I’ve been in love with him my whole life, but recently, I find myself…obsessed with him,” he admits aloud, whimpering as the last words leave him.

Please don’t make me spell it out, please don’t make me say it.

A steady ticking noise echoes through the room, the light tapping of her metal pen cap against her nails an indication of his progress. “Go on,” she urges him.

He pulls a shaky breath in, exhaling through his nose as he was taught in a previous session to keep his composure. “To be fair, I have always been a little obsessed with him ever since we were kids, but I thought it was within my normal obsessive behavior range as I do this with all of my favorite heroes. Honestly, I don’t know when it started to… change.” He sits back in the chair and lets the steady pressure in the room sink him into its cushions, forcing him to relax. His eyes stare at the ground in front of him, trained on a rogue length of white string decorating the floor. “I think as our communal time decreased, my obsession grew. I started to collect every piece of merchandise, every limited edition magazine and shirt, saving and downloading my favorite action clips of his until my collection grew even larger than the one I have for All Might,” he admits.

Yuna’s eyebrows raise slightly at that, pen tapping twice to allow him to press on. He exhales through his nose, then takes a deep breath in, repeating those steps for a few rounds until he feels ready to continue. “It didn’t escalate until last week,” he adds, teeth gnashing closed and grinding together. 

“What happened last week, Midoriya?” She prompts.

Heat flushes through his body and concentrates in his cheeks as he recalls the events of last Friday night, eyes darting to the side to avoid meeting hers.

 

‘You are receiving a call! You are receiving a call! You are receiving a-’ his All Might ringtone sounds loudly through his room, hands fumbling haphazardly in his sheets to answer it before it goes to voicemail; Deku hates missing work when he’s on call.

“H-Hello?” He croaks, voice gravelly and laced with sleep. There’s rustling on the other end of the line with voices in the background, obscured and practically inaudible. Barely awake, Midoriya sighs and wipes his eyes with his free hand. “Red Riot, is that you? Do you need me to come in?” He practically slurs, fighting the sleep in his body.

‘Must have been in my REM cycle,’ he thinks.

There’s a groan on the other end, louder than any other sounds he’s heard before, the deep baritone forcing the young hero to sit up straight in his bed. “A-Are you hurt? Do you need help?” He starts, mumbling to himself in incoherent sentences as he shakes his limbs awake in case he needs to bolt. It takes a moment for his eyes to find the clock in his room, the numbers difficult to read until the sleep has been completely wiped from his eyes. “Let me get dressed,” he hurries into the phone. He’s about to set it down on the mattress to stand when a loud moan stops him in his tracks.

“Ah, fuck,” the man on the other line’s voice is husky, sensual, and instantly sobering. Paralyzed with fear and mild interest, the greenette slaps a hand over his mouth to quiet his breathing. “You like slobbering on my cock like this, dont’cha? Makes you feel good, getting the chance to worship me like this on your knees?” The voice is muffled and not entirely clear, but to Deku, the words strike home faster than anything he’s ever heard and he can’t stop the whimper that leaves him because-

Because that is Kacchan’s voice coming through the phone, spewing the dirtiest shit he could ever imagine.

Heat flushes his body and centers in his groin, his boxers growing tight with the assumption. A few more groans come through, and it’s enough of a break in volume to force his phone away from his ear to stare at the caller ID. There, clear as day, ‘Kacchan’ reads back at him, confirming his thoughts. A quick shift of the eyes and his phone tells him it’s nearing two in the morning.

He fights an internal battle with himself, stuck between hanging up and pretending he never heard anything and calling out to the other until he notices, where undoubtedly he would yell at the smaller man and kick his ass the next day. Before he can make his decision, he hears shuffling and catches the end of the profanities Bakugo says next.

“As much as I love a good slut, I don’t have all night,” he chides. His voice is deep, decibels lower than he’s ever heard it, and the vibrations practically travel through the phone and straight to his groin as it’s placed back at his ear. “Now, sit that little ass down and bounce on this dick like you want me to remember your name in the morning,” he commands.

Now, Midoriya knows he’s already made his choice.

His thighs quiver, a tent forming in his boxers from the vulgarness he’s been witness to. His body is begging him to listen, to let himself go for a night and take advantage of this unusual coincidence, yet he can’t move, can’t speak - how can he justify listening to this very private, very intimate moment between Kacchan and whoever else? How can he ever face Kacchan again knowing how he sounds in the bedroom, knowing how he talks to whoever gets the pleasure of warming his side at night?

He rouses all of the shame he can muster to force himself to end the call, nodding his head in agreement with himself that that is the best thing he can do. Just end the call, never speak of it again, and pretend it didn’t happen. Just pull the phone back, hover his thumb over the red button, and-

“Fuckk,” comes a long groan, gravely and husky and fifty shades of everything Midoriya has ever dreamed about. 

His cock twitches painfully, a wet spot forming through his boxers and betraying any ounce of innocence he had left to fake. As much as he wills himself to he can’t separate from his phone, ear glued to the screen and fingers clenched tightly around his plastic UA case. He closes his eyes, resigns to his current position, and tries to pretend he isn’t doing what he is actually doing.

There’s some movement, some minor rustling, but instead of a loud shuffle it’s softer and more rhythmic. There’s a faint slapping sound that the hero can just make out over the sound of movement, cheeks flushing red and mouth-watering. He runs the flat of his palm over the length of his hardened member through his underwear, lower lip falling slack as he relishes in the minor friction. 

‘This is so much worse than just watching porn. This is listening to porn, except it’s not porn, it’s Kacchan and it’s real and you’re going to hell because he would never give you these sounds voluntarily,’ Midoriya mentally chastises himself.

The next few minutes are largely the same: rustling, slapping, rustling, slapping, over and over in a steady rhythm. It’s easy to pretend that he’s not betraying an insane level of trust, that he’s not a fucking creep and a pervert when Kacchan doesn’t speak. It’s easy to thrust into his palm at half-time to the pair on the other line when he doesn’t have to hear that familiar timbre. It’s satisfying in a way that masturbation isn’t, yet he finds himself craving more, craving the filth he heard earlier. 

It’s not his choice, is it?

The reality of the situation is almost enough to free him from his reverie until a sharp noise brings him right back. He hears it again, the sound ringing clear even through the fabric barrier housing his phone. “What’s the matter, princess - getting tired? Y’not gonna be able to make me come at this rate.” Another sharp sound, and now he can recognize it for what it is: a slap, but a true one. A spank. His dick grows harder still in his boxers, painful as he resumes humping into his hand. There’s a tinge of shame decorating his movements, something he quickly dismisses in favor of finishing what he started.

Another slap. “Y’know, I saw your pretty lil’ ass fucking me with your eyes the minute I walked into the club,” he slurs. For the first time, the hero comprehends that his best friend might be intoxicated enough to allow this major slip-up in the first place, and something settles deep within his gut at the idea that he got drunk in a club and took home the easiest girl of the night. 

His hips don’t cease rolling.

Another slap followed by a lot of movement. The pace changes, rough and loud and lewd beyond Midoriya’s wildest dreams. Faintly, he thinks he hears another voice, but his mind blocks it from existence. “Thought y’could take me? Thought, ah,” he moans mid-sentence. The obscene noise of the two bodies colliding was enough to bring him to the edge, body begging for release. He bites his lip to help keep him off, waiting for…

‘I’m going to hell,’ he whines wordlessly.

“Thought y’would try the angry hero out for a ride, see if he fucks just as mean?” In the background there is a noise, too obscure to make out properly, but if he had to guess it was most likely a response from his partner. The pace picks up, fast and furious from what he can make out, and Deku bites his lip until it bleeds to stop himself from making any noise. All he’s doing is rubbing one out, literally, through his boxers no less, yet it’s the best feeling he’s ever felt.

He’s royally fucked.

“This what you wanted, huh? This mean enough? Fuck, take it, take my cock just like that, yeah,” another long groan is pulled from the blonde and travels right to his groin, the pressure building to a point of no return. As much as he wants to hold himself back, before long he’ll cream himself if he doesn’t stop. 

‘There’s still time,’ he tries to convince himself. ‘If I stop right now - if I just hang up, then there’s still a way I can pretend this never happened without feeling too guilty or going too far!’ He rationalizes.

There’s a sound that comes through his phone that is raw, animalistic, and haughty all in one, followed by an erratic series of lewd noises, and then- 

“Bet y’want my come in you, that’s why you got me so drunk isn’ it, slut? S’rry to tell ya, but no one is good enough for that, hah, so take what I give you,” his words are more slurred than ever, the reality punching Midoriya’s gut with guilt. There’s a squelch and a noisy shift, although without a visual he can’t guess what it is, and then he hears it:

Kacchan comes.

How does he know? The sound ripped from the blonde is all testosterone, straight from his diaphragm, and he can’t even begin to compare it to anything else. Similar to his battle cry but mixed with the grunts of pain and annoyance all in one. It makes the hero come in his boxers instantly, lip split and cheeks bitten raw as they attempt to contain his moans. No matter how much he wants to cry out he doesn’t for fear of the immense retaliation he would get from the blonde he’s spying on.

‘Spying - that’s what I’m doing. God, I’m a creep!’

Tears crest the edges of his eyes, spilling over before long and cooling his heated face. As soon as he’s spent, humiliation, self-depreciation, guilt, and fear wash over him in tsunami-level waves. He looks at his damp palm with disgust, tears falling freely and silently onto his chest. He catches himself in the middle of a hiccup, breath stalling mid-sob, and the time he spends to quiet himself and calm down passes quickly. So quick that he doesn’t hear the aftermath of his friend’s orgasm. 

He doesn’t notice the annoyed tone he takes immediately following his orgasm, doesn’t notice when he tucks himself away, buttons his jeans, and buckles his belt within a minute following the whole ordeal. He doesn’t notice the awkward silence, the barking order to his partner to ‘get the fuck out or else’, and he almost doesn’t notice when there’s one last rustle followed by clear, uninterrupted audio.

Almost.

There’s a pregnant silence, but Midoriya can hear his fingers grabbing for his phone with crystal clarity and panic ensues shortly after. Any second now, Kacchan will realize exactly what he’s done, and if he doesn’t come up with a plan, and quickly, he’s dead meat by tomorrow. “Shit,” he hears under the blonde’s breath.

As quick as he can muster with a small boost from OFA, the small hero covers himself and lays down on his side in his typical sleeping position, his eyes shut tightly and lightly snoring. He fakes sleep by offering up a small amount of mumbling, incoherent and barely audible as he’s heard he does, and prays the act is enough to fool his oldest friend under the influence.

God only knows it wouldn’t work with an entirely sober and alert Kacchan.

“Deku?” Comes the brash tone he’s used to, slightly subdued and wary. His voice is strikingly loud compared to the noises he’s been hearing, the difference stark enough that he has to fight a flinch that threatens to ruin his plan. Thankfully, he’s able to uphold his ruse successfully and mumbles a decibel louder about flying in the sky with frogs in a sorry attempt to fake a nonsensical dream. “Deku.” He repeats, tone much more serious and bordering on intimidation. If Midoriya were not trained in espionage he would’ve given in instantly and fessed up to his devices, but because of his history, he’s able to hold strong. 

The final nail in the coffin is a medium-loud snore he fakes that ends in a hiccup. There’s a breathless laugh on the other end of the phone still tinged with husk from earlier. “Fuckin’ Deku, shitty nerd sleeping on the job.” The line cuts dead immediately following his response, and when it beeps twice, Midoriya lets the phone drop from his hand like a hot iron. 

Then, he cups his face and sobs until he is actually asleep.

 

“There’s a lot to unpack here,” his therapist starts as soon as he’s finished his abridged rendition of that night. “Let’s start with some logistical pieces of information. Have you two talked or acknowledged the incident in any capacity since last week?” She asks innocently.

His forest green locks bounce as he shakes his head meekly. “No, thank god! I’ve been doing my best to avoid seeing him, let alone talk to him, and-”

“Pardon my interruption, but I’m a little confused, Midoriya. You told me that this is your best friend, correct?” He nods curtly. “Okay. That being said, how have you managed to avoid him? It would be quite impossible for me to avoid speaking to my best friend for a week, let alone see them if we’re both in the same line of work. Were you two in the middle of an argument before this?”

His heart falls into his stomach as she pinpoints the main fragment of his shame. He gnaws on his abused bottom lip absentmindedly, working up the courage to expose himself as he is about to. “Ah, well, the thing is…he is my best friend, yes, but I’m most definitely not his best friend. So, probably not so hard for him to avoid seeing me for weeks on end anyway. Plus, we work at different agencies!” He adds in forethought. 

“Midoriya,” Yuna starts slowly, gathering his attention. They lock eyes, her warm ones seeing right through him. He gulps in anticipation - she’s going to rip him to shreds emotionally, he just knows it. “Is this Kacchan, your bully? The one who you grew up with?” All he can manage is a quiver of his lips with tears burning behind his eyes once more. She nods in understanding, pen tapping against her nail in its practiced rhythm. “I see,” is all she says for a moment.

The pressure in the room subsides and the greenette takes a large breath in, chest lighter and limbs more awake. “Let’s speak to the other major aspect of this, shall we? Have you told your boyfriend?” Guilt overwhelms him and a few stray tears escaping him as he thinks about the truth of the matter.

Yuna doesn’t need him to respond verbally to interpret his response; his tears are proof enough that he hasn’t peeped a word to Todoroki. She doesn’t falter and doesn’t change her expression or body language, however, and her solid presence is the only thing he’s grateful for at this moment. “That leads me to my next question. Midoriya, why do you feel so ashamed? Love is quite a powerful thing - it’s completely normal to feel sexual emotions towards someone else, especially someone you have had feelings for a long while.”

The greenette nods, understanding that on the surface, his feelings are normal. While he should feel validation, his shame deepens, and he shrinks further into the chair in hopes it will swallow him whole. “This is all levels of wrong, Yuna. I’m so fucked up,” he chides himself. “I violated every level of trust known to mankind by listening to him! Even worse, I liked it! I had an orgasm listening to it! God, Kacchan would never in his life tell me about his sex life, let alone be alright with me listening and coming to him having sex with someone else! If he ever knew what I did, I don’t know what he would do…” he trails.

“What else is pushing you to beat yourself down?”

He gulps, hands fidgeting at his sides and picking at his thighs through his sweats. “I want him,” he mumbles, cheeks brightening. “God, I want him so badly it’s been hard to think about anything else. Thankfully, I don’t work alongside him usually because I have a feeling I wouldn’t be able to function. Even worse is that I have…ugh,” he whines, letting his head fall back to stare blankly at the ceiling. In the background, his therapist gives him a nudge of encouragement to continue. 

“I have never had these feelings with Todoroki before,” he all but whispers to the air above him. His palms are clammy as he continues. “We haven’t had sex, in any capacity, really; I just don’t think about him that way, and he hasn’t made many moves to tell me he’s interested in me beyond what we’ve done. Sure, we’ve dry humped a little bit on the couch, touched each other, but… oh god I can’t believe this, what is wrong with me!” He sobs. 

“This is a safe space, Midoriya. It’s important to verbalize your emotions and get them off of your chest to understand the root of your distress. Please, continue,” she begs him.

The people-pleaser in him obliques happily although he wishes he could be like an explosive blonde and tell her to ‘fuck off’. “Okay, look: one time I tried to give him a blowjob. Honestly, it wasn’t that I felt this insane desire and wanted to blow him, but I mean…we’d been together for a few months at this point and I was just expecting something more by now. I sound so selfish and shallow saying that, but I’ve never been with anyone else and I’m curious, you know? So I offered to try it out, see how we liked it, but Todoroki, he…”

Another wave of shame overwhelms him and he clutches his midsection tightly, both arms wrapped around himself in a meager attempt at comfort. Instantly a light pressure is back in the room, slowly easing his grip. After a minute, his stomach settles enough to press on. “He stopped me! Not even more than a couple of minutes into it, he just pulled my head away and told me he didn’t like it and that we should stop. I was so embarrassed, Yuna, I wanted to die right then and there. We haven’t tried anything else since then, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. Even worse, when I’ve tried to ask him about it he just says he ‘doesn’t like it’, but he refuses to elaborate so I’m not sure if it’s a me thing or a him thing or an us thing or what! So whenever we kiss and make out the feelings are nice, it’s comforting, and I feel safe, but nothing stirs within me other than embarrassment. I don’t think about him at night or when I’m in the shower, I don’t think about how nice he looks in his uniform like I do with Kacchan and don’t you see how wrong this is? He’s my boyfriend and I- I-”

“Midoriya, breathe for me,” Yuna interrupts, pulling him from his constant rambling before he can panic. He takes a deep breath in, exhales, deep breath in, exhales, and repeats until his throat doesn’t feel so tight. Once she’s satisfied, she nods and smiles warmly. “Great, thank you. While this is your session and I want you to feel empowered to keep going, I think it’s important for me to help guide you when you’re falling into unsafe territory. Remember the coping strategies and skills we talked about previously, Midoriya,” she warns. He nods grimly.

“Good. There are a lot of reasons someone may not feel comfortable with sex. Sometimes it's a matter of asexuality, sometimes it’s trauma, and sometimes it can be true that it may be related to their partner. Without Todoroki here, unfortunately, we will never been able to figure that out on our own, so I would urge you to shift that blame away from yourself. Even if it was something that you did physically that caused him to want to stop, that doesn’t mean you’re wrong or bad, Midoriya, and it’s okay to want someone else sexually, even if they aren’t your relationship partner. I’m sure you have many friends that partake in one-night-stands plenty enough to visualize what I mean.” 

God, do I. Between Kaminari and Ochako, I don’t know who’s worse. Their body counts are immeasurable.

There’s a lull in conversation where the hero thinks his therapist will continue, but she’s tense and silent, almost withdrawn. Eventually, she shifts and recaps her pen, the regular ticking noise halted. “Midoriya, I want to ask you a serious question before we begin our wrap-up today, and this may stir up some negative emotions for a few days. Is that okay?” Wearily he sits back up, feet flat on the floor and arms on the arms of the chair. 

“Sure,” he murmurs, unsure but trusting; his therapist has done no wrong in the few months that he’s known her.

“Do you think that your relationship with Todoroki is something that you truly want, deep down, or is it something that you’ve allowed to happen to you and just accepted as your own because you’re afraid to wager your friendship with others?” He’s stunned into silence, the borderline accusation enough to put a frown on his face. Sensing the shift in the room, Yuna clasps her hands together in her lap and adjusts her frames. “I am by no means judging you or trying to sway you in one direction or another, but I invite you to go through a period of introspection. From what you’ve told me today, you yearn for physical attraction and attention, something you are feeling devoid of in your current relationship. While no two relationships are the same and many couples with different sexualities work, I want to validate your feelings towards your friend Kacchan. You have many strong emotions about him, sexual and other, and I invite you to think about what that means for you in the long term, because these feelings will not go away if you simply avoid thinking about them, Midoriya.

“Even if it’s no longer Kacchan, there may be another person to whom you feel a strong pull towards that you harbor intense guilt and shame in your relationship as a result, and if you don’t address this properly by finding a compromise with either yourself or Todoroki, a healthy relationship can never withstand that environment.”

Her words strike him harder than he wants them to.

 

It’s late in the afternoon when his temper snaps.

His therapist’s words stick with him for the remainder of the day like a thorn in his side. They irk him to no end, anger an unfamiliar and uncomfortable emotion to deal with. He does his best to offset his negativity by avoiding his close friends and keeping his conversations at the agency short and cordial. If his boss Fat Gum notices, he declines to say anything.

He’s almost to the end of his work day when there’s a commotion in the sector adjacent to his patrol. There’s smoke and the sound of an explosion which is close enough to his quadrant that they share a street. As such, Midoriya takes the liberty of his tenure to make the personal decision that it’s near enough to get involved. He lets his team know his direction and takes off, bounding through the familiar streets with ease thanks to OFA. 

Upon arriving, it’s easy to pinpoint the cause of the explosions. Kacchan is blasting away at some guy flinging a weird, goopy substance while Todoroki is occupied trying to contain the magma the other villain is producing with his ice. A third antagonist is above them, palms together in a prayer-like format and concentrating greatly. Instantly, Deku is on the scene and at his friends’ sides for aid. “Yo! What’s up with the floating guy?” He calls out to them. Todoroki doesn’t turn to meet his prodding gaze, focused on molding the ice to keep away from a nearby building.

He hears Kacchan suck his teeth at the notion of having to speak with him. “Shitty Deku, this isn’t your sector; we don’t need your help!” He growls out as he throws a grenade, pushing his villain back a few paces. The brief break in action allows the blonde a chance to gaze into the sky where Floaty has spread his arms, hands glowing yellow. His eyes are still closed and his brows are furrowed in concentration, still gearing up for whatever it is he’s about to do, and Kacchan’s curses are audible over the commotion. “God damn fucking floating fucking shithead. Deku, get the fuck out of here! We’re good-” he starts but is cut off by a large whack of goop, the weird gray substance sliding down his body and temporarily stunning him. “Ah, fuck!” He groans, head snapping back to his first opponent, and the words transport the greenette right back to his night of sin.

“Ah, fuck,” Kacchan moans.

Heat flushes to his freckled cheeks and his groin, lips parted as he tries to focus on the fight in front of him, Kacchan yelling at the guy for ruining his new costume while pummeling him with blasts. Emerald eyes follow the lines of his bulging biceps down to his gauntlets, now slimmer, tracing down his chiseled body until-

Oh my god get your head out of the fucking gutter! You’re in the middle of a fight, Deku, there’s no time to be thinking about how hard those arms could slam you into the mattress if you-

“Fucking nerd, watch the fuck out!” The warning sounds throughout the courtyard, OFA kicking in reflexively to push him out of the way of a shimmering ball of gloop. Refocused, his determination steeles and he puts all his power into his legs, squatting briefly before pushing off of the ground and into the sky to address Floaty. As soon as they are level in the air, Floaty’s eyes snap open, and his right hand swings forward to shoot the yellow orb at him. Deku uses Blackwhip to anchor himself to a building nearby to dodge the attack, but the orb changes trajectory mid-motion and attaches itself to his hand with ferocity.

His body sinks to the ground faster than he can react, the yellow orb a heavy, dead weight as it sinks into the concrete beneath him. He pulls his body up, OFA crackling around him energetically, but his left hand refuses to move, shoulder protesting angrily as he tries to leave. His orbs must act like weights, he remarks. He tries once more, upping his percentage of OFA, but the lack of movement causes him to grimace - can he just be a normal superhero for one day?

“Oi, shitty Deku, what the fuck are you doing? Thought you wanted to help, not be dead weight again,” Kacchan calls out to him between explosions. His eyes dart to the sky once more where Floaty has his eyes shut, hand facing in the direction of the blonde’s back. Shit, he thinks, using his right arm to grab a hold of the one embedded in the concrete to pull. If we’re all incapacitated, who knows what the numbskulls will do. Again, Kacchan’s voice reaches him. “What’s the matter Deku? Too tired from ah, jury duty to keep up the real heroes?” He teases between heavy breaths. He was recently part of a major trial that lasted a few weeks during which he was not allowed on patrol for safety reasons. He only became fully active just twelve days ago.

“What’s the matter, princess - getting tired?”

He groans, thankful the sound is more akin to annoyance rather than pleasure, shifting his weight to allow for multiple tendrils of Blackwhip to spider from his back, using two to yank Floaty from the sky and down towards him. His response is just a tad bit late, another yellow orb shooting directly at Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (ugh) and aiming for his spine. Unsure of the complications of that, Deku uses the momentum of his whips to grab Kacchan around the waist, hoisting him up and out of the way in time for the orb to stitch itself to some rebar sticking up nearby.

“What the fuck , Deku!” His friend roars, clearly unhappy with being mildly manhandled. Ruby eyes latch onto him before he can speak, narrowed before they relax as they take in the situation. His gaze travels to the yellow orb under him, occupying the exact space he was just in, and then his eyes are pin-pointed at Midoriya once more. He spits out the side of his mouth before turning back to his villain, all but defeated, shooting some blasts in that direction while temporarily suspended before calling out to his partner. “Oi Half-and-Half bastard, you gonna do something about him?”

At this Todoroki reacts, his villain subdued within a cradle of ice on the floor. He looks in the blonde’s direction and nods curtly. “Affirmative.” He’s sliding across the ground with a wave of ice the next second, icicles flying to pierce through goop. 

“Ugh, not that one!” He hears Kacchan grunt back. With the hero suspended and out of harm’s way, Deku retrains his efforts to the villain nearby, tugging on his whips to yank the man forward. Yellow is glowing around his hands once more, the binds not effective enough to stop his quirk. He reaches around his back to grab the cuffs on his left, frowning when his hands grab at nothing. A glance down reveals that they fell from his pouch during his descent, and Midoriya quickly grows frustrated.

Why won’t anything go my way recently? First, my therapist thinks I’m crazy, which I am, then I forget my insoles, then I get sidetracked by Kacchan’s muscles and now I’m pinned to the floor. Unbelievable!

He feels the blonde squirming relentlessly under his whip, large eyes scanning his uniform for a pair of cuffs. Finding what he’s looking for, Deku reigns Kacchan in to deposit him nearby. “My cuffs fell off! Kacchan I need you to cuff him while I have him restrained or else he’s going to keep generating those orbs!” He communicates, voice even though tinged with annoyance.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do! I don’t take orders from annoying nerds!” He grumbles loudly, eyes shooting daggers at the smaller hero. Deku growls with his mouth closed, muffling the sound, letting his friend go a little higher in the air than normal to force him to stumble in his landing. Dumbfounded and angry, the blonde stomps over to him, chastising him along the way. “What the hell is your problem, shitty Deku ? All fuckin’ fight you’ve had a hard-on for me and I damn well don’t need that shit in the middle of a three-on-two. Icy-Hot and you fight over who gets to fuck who or some shit recently?” 

Now, Midoriya is mad.

He screams, gaze shifting between his bully and the villain, teeth gnashing together out of frustration. “Can you please just do what I asked, Kacchan? You would’ve been grounded if it weren’t for my help thirty seconds ago!” He snaps, eyes blazing with anger. Kacchan glances him over, taking in his mood and sucking in his teeth before stomping over to the villain on his other side.

“Whatever - I’ll pick up your slack so it won’t hurt my record, shitty Deku,” he mumbles under his breath, shoulder-checking his only mobile shoulder as he passes him. The greenette is ready to implode, ready to retaliate to his childish antics and shove him right back, villain or not, but a flash of yellow in his peripheral grabs his attention, his Danger Sense blaring angrily within him. The villain threw an orb directly at Kacchan’s head, the blonde too blinded by his own emotions and his friend’s talk-back that he notices too late. “Motherfuck-”

His shout is cut short by a scarred hand in his hair, gripping tight enough to pull a few strands out from their roots and yanking his head back until it hits his chest, the neon orb zooming past his nose with a light whistle. Midoriya growls, wrapping a tendril of his power around the blonde to propel him forward and away from him, the blonde landing somewhere near Todoroki. “Fuck this!” He exclaims, the words foreign on his tongue as his temper breaks. He physically grabs the pair of black whips restricting Floaty with his right hand, snapping his wrist back to drag him forward.

Cuffs forgone, his new plan is to knock him out - just as effective, albeit more challenging. Deposited directly in front of him, arms bound, Deku musters an appropriate amount of strength in his right hand to punch the lights out of the villain, his arm swinging down rapidly. He misses, the villain narrowly rolling over to dodge. He growls with frustration again, the air around him cackling as he loses some of his control. He aims and throws again, the concrete underneath cracking under the weight of his punches with another miss. “Stay still, damn it! I don’t want to hurt you!” He grounds out through clenched teeth.

The villain chuckles, meeting his gaze head-on as Deku reels his arm back for another hit. With a flick of his wrist his second orb launches mid-punch, the yellow enveloping his right hand and dropping it like dead weight into the concrete to his right. It mirrors his other arm, the angle of his arms too upright to be comfortable laying down less he dislocates his shoulder, and he curses as Blackwhip lashes out to support his weight beneath him. “I’ve got you now, hero Deku! You’re nothing without those powerful punches, and these ropes will only hold me so long!”

Ferocity lights up his irises, his sour mood further sullied by this low-level’s dismissive attitude; Midoriya does not like to be underestimated. A wicked idea circulates in his mind as he stares at the villain ahead. Black whip pulls Floaty closer and turns him around so that his back is to him, two hunter-green clad legs coming to wrap around the man’s head and neck. His left leg focuses on the choke, thigh to his left ear, calf hooking around the underside of his chin and the side of his neck with steady upward pressure. His right thigh presses against his other ear and helps lock his left foot in place around his, the rest of his leg straightening out and pressing down to add additional pressure and force him into an uncomfortable position.

It’s a chokehold but with his legs. Helpful, for someone who almost lost use of his arms.

In the distance, Todoroki and Kacchan have finished subduing their opponents. There’s a small crowd gathered around them and police arrive at the scene to transport the villains to an armored van. Ruby irises find him again, locked in his fiery gaze as he takes in the scene before him. He’s blasting off while his boyfriend talks to the police, mismatched eyes only briefly glancing in his direction before returning to the more official task at hand.

“Deku, what the fuck-”

“Shut up , Kacchan! I’m really not in the mood for-” he pauses, holding his breath momentarily as Blackwhip props his lower back higher to increase the speed at which the villain will lose oxygen to his brain. “Oh my god, just pass the fuck out already will you?” He yells at Floaty underneath him. The man is pale-faced, hands twitching at his sides, but his purple eyes continue to stare defiantly at the hero pinning him down.

“You…too… weak …” he manages despite his situation. Emerald narrows considerably, OFA highlighting his legs and arms with great intensity. He increases the pressure against the man's neck and head using his power, Floaty choking roughly at the intensity. Kacchan attempts to sway him one way or another, words leaving his mouth but not reaching Midoriya’s ears.

“You too, huh? Why does everyone assume I’m weak just because of my quirk?” He shifts his center of gravity higher, the villain’s arms falling slack slowly and his eyes start to roll in the back of his head. “Did you know that I can crush a watermelon between my thighs without using my quirk, you asshole! I don’t even need this to take you down, but no! You and everyone else always want to downplay my abilities and my physical strength, never mind the countless hours I dedicate each day to perfecting my skills and hardening my body, so here! ” With one final shift, Floaty is out, body falling slack, only the whites of his eyes visible. 

He knows it’s done, Floaty’s down, but the adrenaline in his veins prevents him from releasing him. His ears are roaring with violence, with the need to fight, and not even Kacchan’s demeaning adjectives bring him back to the surface. The villain’s lips start to turn blue, and suddenly his head is yanked backward by a gloved hand. The action rips out a few pieces of hair, the pain deactivating OFA and allowing his hold on the villain to fall. He gasps and groans, legs untangling as the villain falls below him. Above, Kacchan’s scornful face glares down at him.

Or, it did, until the blonde tugs his head again to scold him and a moan slips from Midoriya’s lips instead. What replaces his typical scowl is a mild expression, largely neutral, but the glint in his eyes says otherwise: he’s never going to let him live it down, and it takes everything within himself not to start sobbing at his mistake.

With the villain passed out the orbs deactivate and release his arms, Deku pushing himself up from the ground with the help of Blackwhip. He releases his second power as quickly as he’s able, the adrenaline leaving his body in its absence. He doesn’t dare look back at his bully as he leaps to the nearest rooftop, leaving the other agency to deal with the mess. The eyes he feels on him are not those of the blonde but instead his boyfriend’s, Todoroki’s mismatched irises looking at him disapprovingly. He turns away, pushing twenty percent of his quirk into his lower body to head off. 

“Oi, Deku! Don’t just leave this shit here, deal with it yourself!” The blonde scolds, but by the time it reaches him, he’s already gone.

 

The wait inside the locker room is treacherous. 

He expects a stern course of discipline, maybe desk duty for a week, upon arriving at Fat Gum’s agency. Instead, he was received with congratulations for a job well done and a requisition for information by Hawks’ agency, where Todoroki and Kacchan both worked. Although it was the last place he would have preferred to wind up after his…definitely-not-a-moan incident, he has a job to perform and the least he can do to salvage what’s left of his self-esteem is do it right.

The travel to Hawks’ agency is not long, since the two overlap in some sectors and often work together. After showering and ridding himself of the day’s grime, a random glob of goop found near his ankle, he changes into his sweat-proof joggers and a workout top with the sleeves cut off. He reports to Hawks quickly, giving his account of the report as politely as he could while attempting to hide his bruteness. The pro accepts it easily, thanking him for his assistance and dismissing him for the day. With that, the greenette makes his way to sit patiently in the locker room while his boyfriend finishes showering for the day. 

Hopefully, that look isn’t what I think it is, he hopes. There’s no plausible way he found out about what I did…right? Right. He tells himself. Right.

It’s not too much longer after he first sits that his boyfriend comes out of the shower, towel around his waist and skin flush from the warm water. “Todoroki, hey!” Midoriya bounces over to him, a typical large-mouthed smile plastered on his face. The hero declines a look at him, opting to turn to his locker and start changing into his casual clothes instead. His smile falls, a frown taking its place easily - he hates being ignored. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He softens, words laced with worry.

He knows - he knows what you did!

The slam of the metal locker door echoes through the locker room painfully, the young hero flinching in response. Once his boxers are on, his partner turns to face him with a mild scowl, an unusual expression for the usually expressionless man. “Do you think this is a game, Midoriya?” His heart stops in his chest, jaw tightening in anticipation. 

“W-What?” He stutters, feigning ignorance. Oh god, not here, not now, please. Not when Kacchan is undoubtedly in the shower and will come out any minute now.  “What do you mean, Todoroki?”

As if on cue, a familiar blonde can be seen walking around the corner, towel low on his waist as he heads to his locker in the corner adjacent to them. There’s a bead of water that drops from a particularly spiky strand of hair on the back of his head, lands on the meat of his trap, and travels down over his broad back and his slim waist and-

“Me and you, is this a game to you?” His partner’s questions bring his attention back to the present situation, his heart dropping in his stomach. He meets his gaze sternly, the frog in his throat growing by the second. The young heir shakes his head, concentration shifting to finish getting dressed. Once he’s clothed he sits to work on tying his shoes, back to Midoriya as he picks back up. “We planned on being top five heroes together, remember?” There’s an unwelcome snort that finds their ears and Shoto ignores it easily. “How can we do that when you’re risking your license over some petty villain?”

Stunned into silence, all he can do is stare emptily at his boyfriend's back. Oh, this is what this is about. An uneasiness blooms in his chest, wriggling its roots underneath his skin and sinking into his nerves. Why is he so upset? “Oh, with Anchor?” Floaty?

He stands and taps each heel twice once they’re properly laced, double-checking their tightness before turning back around to face the greenette. His idiochromatic eyes bore through emerald ones, disappointment reflecting in them. Taken back, Midoriya scrunches his face in confusion, hands wringing together slowly. “What about it?”

Todoroki sighs softly through his nose and bends to collect his gym bag, slinging it over his shoulder effortlessly. “Seriously? Excessive use of force doesn’t come to your mind? I saw the marks on his neck, Midoriya - you’re lucky Bakugo covered for you, or else you’d certainly hear from Fat Gum about it,” he deflates, head shaking as he turns to leave. Bakugo covered for me?  

He’s a few steps away from the exit when the shortest man in the room notices. “I think you need some time to reflect on how you can improve next time so that we can tighten our resolve and reach our goals; I don’t want to be the only one working on this relationship, Midoriya,” he finishes as his hand pulls the hand to the exit door. There’s nothing else he can say before he’s gone, Deku is left behind in the locker room to  ‘reflect’.

What just happened? 

He chews his lip, gently tapping his fingers against his arm as he takes a moment to think. 

So he doesn’t know what happened: great! You’re such a piece of shit that you’re happy that your boyfriend doesn’t know you came listening to probably his arch-nemesis! Great! Now he left you alone in the locker room because he’s disappointed in you for almost killing someone because you got distracted because Kacchan looks so damn hot in his summer costume and he said that he covered for you but Hawks didn’t say a word and-

An empty plastic bottle of water bonks off of his head, muscles flinching in reaction and spinning to its source. Bakugo has his right brow cocked, hands shoved lazily into his gray sweatpants. He’s clad in a skin-tight black compression tank, sleeveless of course, paired with black running shoes. The shirt reveals his unfairly chiseled chest and abdomen, the six distinctive muscles on his stomach bulging-

“Trouble in paradise, nerd?” His head nods in the direction of the door, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You look like you're about to combust over there,” he grins cockily, sharp canines on full display.  He frowns and meets his arrogant stare, large eyes cloudy with uncertainty: what the fuck was he supposed to say?

He breaks their eye contact after a few seconds, bending down to collect the fallen bottle and chuck it in the recycling bin. “What did he mean when he said you covered for me?” He asks when he rotates his torso to make the throw. 

The blonde sucks his teeth, turning back to his open locker to grab his deodorant and spray it, followed by his cologne. “Oh, that. Some stupid fucking nerd I know decided to leave this passed-out sorry excuse of a villain with me to clean up and make a statement to the cops, so I had to come up with a clever way to explain the marks on his neck without warranting suspicion that you fled the scene and shit. Told ‘em you knocked the villain out and left him with me to cuff since you dropped yours, but he wasn’t fully out so I had to re-restrain him and went a little overboard,” he explains.

Sandalwood, cinnamon, and vanilla reach his nostrils as he makes the bottle in the recycling, and he can’t help but deeply inhale the exquisite blend of scents. Whatever his friend put on was luxury, expensive, and certainly worth it. Kacchan’s locker shuts with a bang, unnecessarily loud, and it’s Midoriya’s cue to leave. “Well uh, thanks, Kacchan. I’ll pay you back on the next one,” he mumbles, picking at the scars on his fingers before he begins his stride to the exit after his boyfriend. 

It’s two large steps until rough hands are buried in his dark green, mimicking the day’s earlier activity by tugging his head back until rests against a swollen chest, Kacchan’s face partially visible through his smooshed bangs. The blonde’s eyes are alight, his look intense and ferocious. Not necessarily mad, but rather enraged with excitement. “ Yeah, you owe me for that one Deku,” he drops his voice, emphasis on each word. 

The noise that escapes him is a reckless whimper, cheeks flushed with heat. For more than one heartbeat the two are scanning each other’s eyes, Midoriya praying that he doesn’t see the faint hint of want in his fearful ones. Then, red eyes slightly narrow and the greenette knows he’s caught, his head snapping forward painfully and feet stumbling to race away.

He’s at the door a familiar bark of laughter rings out, his large hands clenching the handle swaying. The sound almost fills him with comfort after being so common his whole life, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.  Although he wants to leave, the continuous cackles coming from his back sew him to the ground with fear. While Bakugo’s bullying had improved greatly over the years, they never healed their relationship or got much closer, so his quips still impacted him greatly. 

“I fuckin’ knew it,” he lowers his laughter until it’s from deep in his throat, the low vibration doing everything it did the night of his phone call. The shorter hero pales, frozen in his spot. “Shitty Deku is a pervert.” Fear overwhelms him, goosebumps flighting up his back and pulling heat to his groin. Oh my god, I’m not going to react this way every time I’m around him now, am I? I’ve never wanted him like this before and especially never physically responded to his taunts like this either! “Does Half-and-Half know that you like this shit, nerd?” He can hear the grin spread across his face, lips pulled tight at each corner. 

Tightening his hold on the door handle he straightens his back, clearing his throat and neutralizing his emotions. “Whatever Todoroki and I do or do not discuss privately is just between us,” Midoriya rebuttals, his toes squirming anxiously in his shoes. 

Kacchan hums. “He has no clue, does he?” Green eyes shift downward, lashes laying heavy against the top of his cheeks. “Guess you’re not the only one who’s not ‘ working on this relationship’ ; anyone with a pair of eyes can guess that you’re a freak,” he adds mockingly. 

Those last two words strike a chord and send a wave of wanting over him, a shiver skating down his spine. He’s suddenly hyper-aware of his rather wanton reactions, jaw clenching tight enough for his teeth to rub together. He rips his hand away from the door and spins around, right foot pounding the ground before him in a defensive stance. “When are you going to grow up and get over the pointless taunting, Kacchan? We’ll be twenty-four this year and we both breached the top ten last year - when will my harassment be enough for you?”

The blonde leaps across the room to slam his open left hand into the door behind Midoriya’s skull, that shit-eating grin peering down at him. He tilts his chin back as they share gazes to lessen their height difference, knowing no other way to dress up his emotions than to pick a fight. 

“When you stop liking it, you freaky little pervert, ” he drawls, tongue swiping over his teeth. They’re so close that he can feel the other’s breath on him, the air around them as thick as mud. His breaths are shallow, face reddening by the second. As much as he tries to fight it, his body is reacting strongly to his bullish words, the greenette regretting his choice of thinner-fabric pants. Red eyes twitch as they catch a glimpse of his growing shame, his second plan fattening out behind the other side of his head. Inching closer, Kacchan’s light pink lips approach the shell of his right ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive cartilage and pulling a whimper from him. “Next on the ‘ Daily Hero: Pro Hero Deku creams his pants while being bullied, reports showing that he loves hair pulling while he gets railed’. Now doesn’t that sound like a fun news story,” he teases.

Deku bites his lip until he tastes iron, angling his head away from his rival’s. The blonde seems displeased with that, his lips traveling south and just barely brushing against his outer lobe. “I wonder what your Prince Charming would think if he knew just how much you love getting talked down to by the angriest motherfucker alive - his partner,” his husky voice starts, Midoriya’s stomach twisting in guilt and nether regions stirring. 

Oh god, oh god oh god oh god, I’m hard. Oh god, this is so fucking wrong! This is cheating! This is not something you should be thinking about nonetheless indulging! If you don’t walk out that door this instant you’ll never be able to forgive yourself! The rational part of his brain screams. 

You’ll never get to experience what he can give you with Todoroki if you even get anywhere else at all. Is that something that you’re willing to live with forever, especially knowing that you had an opportunity to see how incredible sex can be, to find out what you like, or how to improve? The irrational side argues.

Fuck! Every cell in him cries. 

He snakes his tongue out to lap the blood on his lower lip away swiftly, eyes purposefully unfocused and avoiding ruby irises. Before the gears in his mind spin enough to generate an answer, the blonde is at him again, teeth lightly scraping the soft part of his ear. “Too bad I don’t like toys that don’t listen, and I don’t stick my dick where I work,” he whispers. 

The statement lights Deku’s entire body aflame, his dick so hard he can practically hear it straining the fabric of his underwear. He’s short-circuiting, unable to comprehend that Kacchan, his lifelong best-friend-turned-bully-turned-sort-of-friend, was displaying any sort of interest in him at all aside from a thirst for humiliation. 

His head drops in shame but Bakugo doesn’t allow it, a hand twisting it’s way back into his messy locks, keeping his ear close to the other’s mouth. His whine is largely muted by his clenched teeth, the tail end finding purchase in the oxygen they share. He can feel a pointy tooth grazing up and down his ear, muscles straining as they fight not to use OFA to stop himself from bucking his hips into the bulkier man. 

There’s a closed-mouth chuckle against him that forces his ear to twitch, his heartbeat pounding so loudly he can hear it in his ears. “Should’ve known long ago that you would react this way to my shit. You’re beyond obsessed with me - I mean, who in their right fucking mind wants to be friends with their childhood bully? Who would let another grown man pick on them for so many years? You know that I get monthly reports of my merch sales, right? Takes a lot to be my number one fan, Deku, ” he degrades him, emerald eyes wide open, petrified where he stands. He struggles to get enough air in his lungs and breathing shallow and unsteady, rooted to his spot. 

“For a long while,” the blonde continues, lips lapping against his ear as they move. “I considered it a normal level of obsession for a creepy little nerd like you; after all, I’ve witnessed your All Might obsession throughout our entire childhoods. Then, things… changed, ” he puffs a hot breath onto the apex of his inner ear, a violent shiver passing over him accompanied by a pained whine. He’s flushed wine red by now, unable to pretend he isn’t anything other than resolutely fucked. “Last month you alone caused a ten percent increase in my merchandising sales. You know how fucking ridiculous that is, don’t you?”

Midoriya can’t move, never mind shake his head in response. His obsession hasn’t gotten that out of hand, has it? Suddenly those two sharp canines are digging into the rim of his ear, wet lips wrapped around the hard shell of cartilage erotically. Ah!” He yelps breathlessly, his hardness jolting in surprise. The bite is so far beyond bullying and teasing that any sane passerby would flush at the sight of them. Shit, it’s beyond flirting - it’s cheating.

Does Kacchan actually like my obsession with him? 

There’s a sudden pressure on his groin, a strong knee pressing directly on his erection painfully. It draws a languid moan from him before he can stifle it, jaw slack as he stares at the place where their bodies meet. He gnaws harshly on his outer ear before giving it a hard suck, relinquishing the appendage with an audible pop. Tears tickle the corner of his green eyes, longing and shame piling like skyscrapers in his psyche. 

Kacchan tugs his hair once more, angling his head even further away from him to expose his neck. The position evens his ear with the explosive blonde’s mouth, both lips pressed flat up against his canal when he whispers to him. “I wonder how much someone would pay to know that Pro Hero Deku gets hard to Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight verbally abusing him,” he rasps, his vocal fry doing ungodly things for the greenette’s imagination. 

How was he going to be able to live with himself after this? Disloyalty aside, how could he ever work alongside or even be near Kacchan again after such a humiliating and exposing display? His therapist is going to have a field day with his next session.

As quick as he came onto the shorter hero Bakugo pulls away, knee still digging mercilessly into his lower half as he stands back to his full height and let their difference show. As they’ve grown older Bakugo grew taller, just under six feet, while Deku stayed relatively the same within a few inches. Although they’re not technically too far off from one another, every inch feels like a mile when blood-red eyes pin you from above.

He drags his eyes up, unable to meet his stare but unwilling to let his head continue to droop. He rests it against the solid door behind him, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows nervously. “Y-You gonna sell me out, Kacchan?” He snickers, eyes burning with the need to sob as he pictures the news headline. “I picked you for a hero with more integrity than that,” he chides.

Kacchan hisses, cursing under his breath and rolling his shoulders. “You don’t want me, Deku; trust me. So whatever fucked up ideas you float around in that creepy head of yours about me cuddling you, apologizing for my actions and fucking you sweetly after, making you breakfast the next morning and shit - get them out, now , because I’m not the one,” he finishes with a snort. “I could care less how you spend your money, especially if I’m profiting off of it, but cut that out and understand that now you really owe me for all of this shit and I don’t wanna hear a peep from you about it when I ask you to do things for me. Got it? ” 

Do things for him? What on Earth would he ask him, Deku, to do? Oh god, he doesn’t mean-

“Holy fuck you’re such a sick bastard,” he sighs, Midoriya’s member throbbing with a need for friction and begins to weep from the restriction of its movement. His hand is still tangled in his dark green locks, forgotten until it stirs again, shaking his scalp until emeralds meet rubies. They’re darker than he’s used to, hazy with… lust? Yet just as piercing as they always are. Wet globs finally free themselves from his tear ducts, falling over his thick lashes and running down his cheeks to add insult to injury. 

“Just look at you, nerd,” his eyes travel down the length of his body for a few seconds to add emphasis to his observation, tears falling faster at the needy state of his body - he’s never felt this way before, never reacted so strongly to someone in his whole life. Hell, even porn doesn’t get him up as much as…whatever it is Kacchan is doing to him. Toying with you, his smarter subconscious tells him. Testing you, his not-so-smart subconscious lies. “You’re a goddamn mess and a crybaby - you couldn’t even take me if I wanted you to.” 

At the hint of a challenge, he perks up, brows knitting together and a disturbed pout on display in defiance. “You don’t know what I can take,” he mumbles quickly, cheeks burning under the heat of the interaction: who the fuck said that? Where has this Izuku been? 

That hand is tugging the small hairs at the nape of his neck once more, angling his head up now to be level with his gaze. His second one, the one still enclosing him by pressing against the door behind him, joins the other pressed in his scalp, resting at the crown of his head and drawing another moan from him. Staring at Kacchan in this position allows him to see the flash of heat in his eyes at the sound, the corner of his defined jawline pulsing under tension. 

I’m not imagining it; Kacchan likes what he sees, he likes my obsession and my reactions to his taunting. 

A dangerous thought trickles in and dooms him from this point onward. 

The blonde speaks up in a tone that he reserves for when he’s seething with rage, low and calculating, yet the greenette struggles to feel any anger emanating from him. “You’ll shut the fuck up if you know what’s good for you, Deku. I get all the pussy I need when I want it, anyway; why the fuck would I waste my time with you?” He insults.

That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it, Kacchan? He ponders himself, confidence bubbling at the impromptu confession. His boyfriend’s face flashes in the back of his mind, a pressing reminder that if he doesn’t stop things immediately his relationship and life will never recover. He thinks about his gentle hand-holding, his chaste kisses and rather expressionless face, his disapproving looks and his judgemental frowns, his high expectations and zero sex drive, and in a panic, Midoriya shoves it all out of his brain along with his rational thinking.

‘‘You really owe me now, ’’

“I’m a virgin,” he blurts before he can take it back, words catching in his throat before they crawl out. The blonde is still once the terms register with him, pupils blown wide and nostrils flaring with his heavy breathing. Deku swallows the last of his pride, the last of his loyalty, innocence, goodness, and integrity all in one go, clearing his throat to bypass the frog sitting there. “You said I owe you, right? I can’t think of anything worth more than that, Kacchan,” he proposes.

The blonde chuckles incredulously, his pitch higher than normal in disbelief. “Do you fucking hear yourself right now nerd? Do you understand what the fuck you just offered me?” He snaps at him, voice booming noisily around them. He peels away from him after he’s finished shouting, knee dropping hastily so that he can stand back with his hands on his waist. “Did I churn your nerd brain so far into mush that you’ve lost all common sense? You’re dating the Half-and-Half princess, Deku.”

He whines at the loss of contact, blinking slowly to center himself. As to not lose his found confidence he quickly shakes his wavy hair at the man in front of him, tears no longer falling as the advantage balance shifts. “I’m not a child anymore, Kacchan, and I’m not stupid - you heard what I said. I would do anything you asked of me, anything if it meant I could wipe our slate clean. Otherwise, you’ll continue to use this against me for the rest of my life, even if it’s something I can’t control. It’s different when it’s something I know that I can actively change or work on, but not when it’s something I’m unfamiliar with, something…” he trails, mind racing as he searches for the key to this debacle. 

Ah, hell, he whines mentally, lurching forward to grab Bakugo’s wrist and force him to palm his cock through his joggers. Tears of embarrassment are stacking freshly in the corners of his eyes as he pleads with his crush, his voice wavering despite his determination. “ This, ” he cries. “I’ve never felt so small and humiliated in my entire life, even during your worst days to me, yet my body does this . I can’t think right, can’t clear my head enough to pull my punches or lessen my chokehold when I’m supposed to be around you now. If I solve this issue now, if I get this out of my system, then I can stop disappointing people and charge ahead.”

His balls are squished under thick fingers, a sob ripping from him and drawing more wetness down his cheeks. “As much as I can wait for the day you stop fucking up and can stay out of my way in the field, I don’t think what I’m saying is making it through your thick skull - I’m not a nice person, Deku,” he sneers, grip tightening until he hears Midoriya’s cries. “I’m mean and crude in my everyday life, yeah, but I’m a fucking menace in bed. I don’t care if you don’t like the shit I say or if you cry because it’s more than you can handle. I will fucking ruin you for anyone else, especially your spineless excuse of a boyfriend, and I could give two shits about being discreet.”

“I don’t care!” Izuku cries out, sobbing freely as he’s held in place by his sack. “I know all of that, okay, I know!” He exclaims, cock throbbing in agreeance. “I know that this is twenty levels of fucked up and wrong and that I shouldn’t feel this way but it’s too late because I already do and now the only way I’m going to be able to get your voice out of my head is if you fuck me until all of my thoughts are gone!” The admission is enough to mortify himself, the honesty catching in his trachea and hiccuping its way out. 

Bakugo withdraws, inching backward until the back of his calves comes into contact with the edge of a nearby bench. He plops down aloofly and takes a lazy seat, legs spread wide and arms hanging down so that his wrists rest on his muscular thighs and his hands can bob loosely. Just beyond his forearm is a sight that has the greenette’s breath catching in his throat. “Fuck it - if you want me that badly come sit your pretty ass on my lap and beg me for it,” he resigns, expression devoid of humor or any signs of taunting. His irises are a burgundy color by now, darkened with lust, and fixated solely on his childhood friend. Adrenaline rushes through him in anticipation, Todoroki’s voice haunting him as he decides what to do. 

“Is this a game to you?’ ’ Those words have him hesitating, feet shuffling, unsure of himself now. “I don’t want to be the only person working on this relationship.’’ The blonde has no patience as he waits, demanding a choice from him promptly. “I won’t wait here all day, shitty Deku; if you want a piece of me, you’ll have to come and get it.”

‘‘Now, sit that little ass down and bounce on this dick like you want me to remember your name in the morning,’’

He wets his lips. “How long until the next shift ends?” He asks, a sorry attempt at buying time and discerning exactly how private they could be. Oh god, I’m going to hell, I can’t believe it. Am I going to do this? Just imagine what Ochako and Tsuyu would say!

“Does it really matter, Deku?” Comes the breathless reply, the blonde sighing through his nose and bouncing his right leg periodically, his hand shaking with each movement. His eye catches on a hard length protruding from his gray sweats, partially obscured behind his arm before every bounce. When he had caught a glimpse of it earlier he told himself it was just the seam of his pants, a weird fold, but such a defined outline can only belong to one thing. His mouth begins to salivate at the image before him, at the knowledge that Kacchan, Kacchan , is attracted to him and wants him as much as he does him.

“God Deku, one of these days you’ll get a good dicking and you’ll understand exactly how I feel right now,” Uravity had once told him when he had asked how she was comfortably sleeping with others so casually. So, Midoriya reaches behind himself and turns the lock on the door, eyes never leaving Bakugo’s. 

I guess we’ll see, Ochako.

The atmosphere in the room changes the instant the lock clicks. His leg stops bouncing, pupils blown wide as he waits for the shorter hero to make the first move. Midoriya abandons all of his inhibitions and steps into the unknown, legs carrying him over to the blonde with ease. The blonde doesn’t make a move until they’re within reaching distance, drawing his arms away to lean back and use them for support. His head tilts up, staring Deku down as his monstrous thighs come forth on either side of his waist, straddling him. Behind them thick fingers twitch as they rest against the bench, ready in waiting for what’s to come. 

Midoriya's back straightens as he’s in his rival’s lap, fully seated, doe eyes uncharacteristically devoid of emotion. From this position he’s able to feel the full length of the other’s cock, lips parting gently in awe of his size. Although he’s inarguably inexperienced when it comes to comparing one penis with another, it’s certainly grander than his own. Bakugo doesn’t move underneath him even as he shifts atop him, left ass cheek rubbing against the tip “innocently”. 

Kacchan’s lips twitch, tongue darting out to swipe between his lips. “ Beg, ” he commands, Midoriya’s face flushing an impossible shade of red. He rests his large hands on the hero’s chest, one for each pec, fingers spreading out and feeling the hardened muscles beneath them. His mouth opens wider, closing briefly before parting again. He can’t force any words out, the steps he’s taken thus far are already beyond the scope of his fully-functioning brain. Instead, he drags his gaze up the length of him until their eyes connect, Izuku silently pleading that using his best ‘please-fuck-me-look’ will be enough for the man.

Of course, it isn’t. 

A chuckle rumbles through his legs, the noise straight from Bakugo’s chest. “Nah, heart eyes don’t work on me, Deku. I want to hear it from that pretty little mouth of yours or I won’t lay a finger on you.” Rubbing salt in the wound he digs his heels into the ground and pushes his hips up for a split second, the head of his dick poking into him through the layers of their clothes. The shift has pushed his member to align directly with the curve of his ass and between his cheeks. 

He’s not wearing any underwear, Midoriya whimpers and sucks in a long breath. Kacchan is smirking once again, lights tightly pulled together, as he eyes his knowingly. He leans forward, mouth finding the shell of his ear easily. “ Beg for it, Izuku .” The chain holding him back snaps, hips grinding down into his lap, and fingers digging into the meat of his chest as he lets a high-pitched moan go. 

“Oh my god, please fuck me Kacchan! Fuck me until I can’t see straight or think anymore or-” His begging is cut short by a painful slap to his ass, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and pleasure. His head is yanked backward until he’s forced to arch into the blonde, chests pressing together as his throat is attacked with reckless abandonment. Another moan slips from him at the sudden assault, lids fluttering shut as Bakugo sinks his teeth into the hollow of his neck and sucks. 

There’s a strong arm encircling his waist and holding him firm in his lap as hips push his impressive length up back into him wantonly. Tears tickle freckled cheeks as he’s strictly overwhelmed with attention, heart beating wildly in his chest as he tries to organize himself. His mouth tightens around the soft skin of his throat until the pressure creates a vacuum using his tongue, five seconds of hip grinding and neck mauling passing before the blonde pops off and moves to lick a stripe up his jawline. “Just remember that you asked for it,” comes his husky drawl, heavy with lust and need.

Midoriya shivers in his hold, whimpers spilling from him left and right. He’s so hard in his pants that he feels the seam of his boxers digging into his boner, the head leaking ceaselessly. The hand in his hair races down to his waist, sliding down until it rests against his hips. His thumb slides into the groove of his groin, digging in deeply and pressing the appendage into the flesh beneath his hip bone. It’s rough and callous and so on-brand Kacchan that Deku groans, rolling his hip and grinding down pointedly. 

The arm around his waist moves until that hand mirrors his other, both thumbs rubbing tough circles into that pressure point. Teeth graze down his Adam’s Apple and to his collarbone, bone tugging at the neckline of his shirt angrily. “Off,” he orders, tilting back just enough to allow the smaller man to peel his shirt from his torso. With the fabric removed Bakugo resumes eating him alive, teeth nipping and forming bruises down the expanse of his chest. His hips don’t stop rocking into the hero in his lap, the greenette matching his pace with a hungry grinding movement.

“The moment I found out you two were together I knew,” he rushed out in between each release of his lips. “That he wasn't,” pop. “Throwing it down,” pop. “Hard enough,” pop. He alternates to the other side of his collar and chest, trailing down until he reaches his sternum and leaving countless marks in the process. “But to not hit it,” pop. “At all,” pop. “Is a damn crime,” pop. Both hands reach around to his backside, grabbing handfuls of his ass hungrily and aggressively  kneading his fingers into the plump flesh. 

Midoriya’s face contorts, conflict strewn across his features as he listens to the blonde bring up his boyfriend while they’re presently grinding into one another. When his hips push up against him this time they snap up rapidly, jolting the multi-quirked hero into the air a few inches. Those strong hands hold his weight up by his ass long enough to adjust himself underneath, Deku’s hips brought back down forcefully to rub their groins together.

The friction is heavenly, the greenette letting his head fall back and moaning hesitantly. His thoughts are riddled with guilt as he lets his bully manhandle him, tears resurfacing. Aligned with the blonde’s member he’s able to feel just how different they are length-wide, Kacchan’s cock easily two inches longer than his own. He’s girthier, heavier, just like the rest of him: small and compact. “Look at how needy you are - you want me so badly you couldn’t even wait until Half-and-Half was gone before you started undressing me with your big, freaky eyes,” he berates. 

Any rebuttal he has is permanently lodged in his throat as Bakugo takes complete control of their positions, utilizing the hold of his butt as leverage to manually roll both of their hips together in sync, erections sliding against one another eagerly. The pleasure hits him immediately, mind shrouded with lewd thoughts and the other hero’s dirty words. “N-No,” he manages between the various sounds spewing from him, his scarred hands remembering their function and fisting in the tight fabric spanning over the other’s chest. 

“No?” The blonde purrs, body inching forward to tilt him enough so that his tongue can flicker over a perked nipple. Deku’s sharp inhale is followed up with a buck of his hips, thighs lifting off of his hips to lessen the intensity of the situation. His jaw is open and ready to reply when a resounding slap meets his ears before the pain settles in his rear. “That wasn’t a question. Whose hands are on your ass right now?” He twists his raised bud between his front teeth, Midoriya able to feel the smirk that grows with his pained whines. 

He rips his mouth away as quickly as the whole ordeal began, right hand snaking back to the space between their bodies and digging the heel of his palm into the flat of his boner. Izuku yelps, mouth dry and underwear soaking through his pants with precum. Emerald eyes track back down their bodies to take in the scene before them: Kacchan’s pupils are so large that there’s barely any red noticeable, his sweatpants tented upward in the shape of his hardened length. Wearing no boxers means that he can see every ridge, vein, and tilt to his member, his mouth watering as he drinks him in. 

Bakugo’s hand is rubbing incessantly up and down his erection, the pressure bruising. “Who’re you hard for right now? Tell me,” he coos, unwavering as he spanks his cheek again. He pushes him back and turns him around until his back is pressed flat against him, butt nestled between his thighs on the increasingly small bench. “Tell me you don’t like when I make you feel like shit,” his cock ruts lightly against his back, hand squeezing his groin from behind. His only free hand snakes up his stomach to rest against his collarbone, pushing them further together. “Tell me you don’t like it when I call you a nerd or shitty or freak,”

Midoriya mewls in his arms, broad shoulders caging him in and blocking his movement from a higher angle. His stomach is in knots as he’s unveiled from the inside out, teeth biting his lip until it bleeds. The squeezing turns to hefty rubbing, thumb pressing onto the soft part of his tip. “Tell me you don’t want me to leave you feeling worse than how you came. Tell me you don’t want me to make you call out sick tomorrow.”

Kacchan’s real close to the nape of his neck, tongue licking a fat stripe up it and electrifying him. He reverts to playing with his nipple, twisting it between his fingers and tugging it mercilessly. The greenette can’t contain himself, moans sounding out like sobs as he’s toyed with. His brain is still trying to catch up to the situation as his body responds first, Bakugo relentless with his assault. “God, look at yourself, Deku - you’re leaking through your pants,” he points out, moving his hand to the side so that the smaller man can get a good view. “I doubt that Fire-and-Ice bitch could ever rouse you up like this, yeah?”

Embarrassed, he tears his gaze away from his nether regions and up to the ceiling. “K-Kacchan, stop,” he tries to fight back. It’s his boyfriend he’s desecrating - he should be trying to defend him right? The shit-talking shouldn’t make him harder, make his dick weep; he should not be enjoying this, right? “He’s not, ah, like that,” his voice is weak as he finishes his response, that tan hand toying with him moving to the front of his waistband and snaking under it easily. 

The blonde holds his entire boner in one palm, no time for rest as he slowly spreads his precum over the rest of his length with a few fingers. Izuku keens, jaw slack as he relishes the feel of someone else touching his cock. Todoroki said it was too personal, his mind wanders, cheeks reheating with a new flush. “He’s not like what, nerd? He doesn’t have the balls to touch you like this?” Once he’s completely slicked with his fluids, Bakugo pumps him slowly, the hand playing with his nipple dragging down his torso, fingers rubbing along each cut of muscle and sensitive patches of scars. He feels a puff of hot air just outside the shell of his ear again, his body shivering violently with the overwhelming sensations, tears pooling at his waterline. “Doesn’t he know what a filthy fucking pervert you are, nerd?” He whispers.

The hand down his pants picks up the pace, pumping him aggressively. Deku is verbally sobbing although tears fail to fall down his cheeks, his large hands coming up to hide his face and cover his mouth. “It’s a shame he doesn’t know how big of a slut you are,” his deep baritone vibrates through his chest, the sound registering in his groin. Midoriya suddenly notices how full his balls feel, almost bursting, and his thighs shake with anticipation - he’s not going to last much longer at this rate. Oh god, no, we haven’t even- “But I do, Deku, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.” He doesn’t slow his pace, jacking him off briskly. “You’ll never want to be stuffed by anyone else.” The words tip him over the edge, his balls constricting, hips grinding up to match his pace, and-

The pressure is gone, his orgasm never comes, and his balls hurt.

Izuku’s chest is heaving when his hands pull away from his face so that he can figure out what just happened, body wracked with goosebumps from his failed release. Kacchan’s hand has been removed from under his waistband, resting palm-side up on the meat of his thigh. A broken whine spills from his lips, eyes burning in humiliation. He’s teasing me!

“Strip for me,” comes the command from behind him, the blonde shifting his position to lean back on his arms as he had earlier. Freckled cheeks are as red as beets as he composes himself enough to stand, fighting the urge to fidget with his hands as he gets ready to completely undress in front of his rival. It’s not that he’s self-conscious about his looks - he knows that while his muscles don’t bulge quite like Bakugo’s they’re just as prominent and cut, it’s just that once he sheds the last of his clothes, once he’s fully naked he will be fully at the other’s mercy.

There won’t be anything else stopping us from going all the way.

“What, you shy? A wannabe top-five hero is too chickenshit to take his pants off in front of me?” Comes the lazy taunt, red eyes swirling with mirth as they stare at him expectantly. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and what buttons to push. Deku traces his finger along the top seam of his pants, palms clammy with sweat. A blonde brow quirks at his hesitation, tongue swiping across his bottom lip languidly. “I saw your mouth watering earlier when you felt my cock. Don’t you want to get a closer look, Deku?” He shivers as he listens, his cock twitching with want. “The quicker you get out of those clothes, the sooner you can be on your knees, face-first,” he quips. 

His mouth begins to salivate once more as he eyes that thick outline in those gray sweats. He shuts his brain off to the best of his ability, kicking off his shoes and ridding himself of his clothes as quickly as he’s able. He stills once he’s finished, holding onto his forearm in a minute attempt of self-preservation. He follows deep red as they trail down his body, blush seeping past the threshold of his face and blooming over his chest. Kacchan hums as he finishes his sweep, narrow eyes flickering back up to his face where they wait for him to make the next move. 

He wants to come crashing down onto his knees before the older hero, mouth open in waiting to take his length, but the intensity in those burgundy eyes prevents him from doing so. The grin on his face is gone, a tight-lipped expression replacing it. After years of analyzing him, Midoriya recognizes the look easily: hunger. It’s the same one that Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight gives to the opponents he can’t wait to fight and defeat, the same one he gives to the unfortunate villains who will for certain meet their demise at his hands. 

That’s the look you get from a tiger ready to eat its meal, and the mental picture causes a bead of precum to leak from his tip, sliding down the underside of his member lewdly. Of course, Katsuki doesn’t miss it. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” He scoffs arrogantly. He jerks his head back. “Come show me how much you’ve been thinking about me.” His nerves are piled high as he steps forward and kneels before the other hero, hands shaking as they come to rest on clothed thighs. He looks up at the blonde, unsure, gaze flickering down to his covered groin. He snickers and his dick twitches purposefully in his pants, a feral grin spreading as Midoriya’s mouth parts in awe. “It’s not gonna suck itself, nerd,” he comments. Reeling from the fact that the blonde can intentionally move his cock like that has him fumbling for the waistband, taking a deep breath before breaking the tent and unveiling what’s underneath.

Kacchan’s cock felt big pressed against his body, sure, but when met head-to-head (hah) with it, it’s much grander than he was prepared for. Todoroki’s member had been extraordinarily average, plain if he’s being honest, and it had never bothered him the only time he had been (or tried to be) intimate with it. However, Bakugo’s sex was in another league - the farthest thing from his boyfriend’s. Should it have surprised him? Probably not.

It stands tall, a shade darker than his normal complexion, the head plump and red-tinted. It has a natural upward curve and a defined vein that runs from the base to the tip. If there was a picture-perfect penis advertisement, Deku was sure that this would be it. Not fair, he pouts. Kacchan always wins the genetic library. Eagerly he presses his lips to the now-weeping head, a chaste closed-lip kiss that draws a small sigh from the blonde. 

He takes his time kissing down his hard-on until his nose tickles by short blonde hair, using a hand to help hold it in place. The fragrance of his body wash is similar to his cologne, the smell more potent here than anywhere else. He breathes it in needily, sighing with content. Bakugo’s member twitches in his loose grip, that predatory smirk urging him on. 

It’s just Kacchan. In the end, it’s still just Kacchan. 

His heart squeezes as he reminisces about their inseparable years, the time long gone, and wonders idly what little Izuku would say if he saw him now. He shakes those thoughts away, steeling his resolve, and tentatively sticks his tongue out. He shuts his eyes and licks a generous stripe up that prominent vein. 

The sensitive skin is pillow soft despite the blood rushing beneath it, his member hot and throbbing. It’s heavy as he supports it with a hand, giving it a few wide-tongue licks from the base to the top. “Mm, you keep teasing me, Deku. This your first time tasting cock, hm?” He investigates, sitting more upright to let his left hand nestle in his green hair. 

Midoriya’s confidence falters, shoulders dropping. “Well, no.” He backs away a few inches, hand gently wrapping around his dick. “I tried to, with Todoroki, but…” he bites the inside of his lip, stopping himself short. Stop talking about him. Stop reminding yourself of all the shit he didn’t do. In place of a proper reply, he laps at just the tip, the taste of Kacchan’s precum flooding his taste buds and drawing a small moan from him. It’s surprisingly sweet, thick, and stringy as he rolls it around his tongue. 

Bakugo doesn’t grant him the mercy of merely skipping over the conversation, palm leaving his hair to roughly grab at his chin and jaw, forcing his head to tilt up and their eyes to meet. There’s an emotion he’s unfamiliar with swirling around his corneas, heavy-lidded. His mouth is set in a straight line as Deku’s pupils dilate, his thumb running over his bottom lip and index finger holding his chin in place. Something stirs in his gut, heating pooling back to his semi-forgotten erection as he memorizes the lines of his rival’s face. They share a few beats that way, the blonde’s callused thumb tugging and rubbing over his mouth, Midoriya studying the other’s expression. He’s so handsome, he thinks as he takes in his strong jawline, his delicate nose, and his blemish-free appearance. He’s tan from all of his time in the sun, striking as it contrasts with his light hair. 

“You’re not gonna make me come at this rate,”

Izuku’s tongue peeks out over his lips, tracing over and around the blonde’s thumb experimentally. The air shifts, red eyes narrowingly dangerously. He shoves that thumb past his lips, pressing down on his tongue and prying his jaw down. “Show me,” he grounds out, voice gravelly. The pressure on his tongue lessens as his thumb recedes and switches with his index finger, both his first two digits dragging in its place.

“Suck,”

So he does. The greenette keeps his gaze locked with his bully’s as he slips the organ between those two fingers, drawing them into his mouth and coating them with his saliva. His fingers taste much like his precum, surprisingly sweet, only the skin around them is calloused and littered with micro-scarring. He does his best to give both digits equal attention, lapping excitedly between them. Katsuki grows impatient, scissoring his fingers in that wet cavern and stroking them against the inside of his mouth. 

When Deku gives his first suck, cheeks hollowing and eyelashes batting at him, Katsuki’s eyebrows twitch. “This how you tried?” He nods as light as he’s able, humming around the fingers in his mouth. He lets his jaw fall slack, saliva pooling at the bottom and drooling past his lips. “Fuck,” the blonde curses lowly, withdrawing his fingers and pinching the sides of his cheeks to keep his mouth parted. “You think a useless Deku like you can drool on my cock that way?” 

The insult should sting, it really should, but Midoriya’s boner is just as hard as it was when he was on the precipice of his orgasm. He all but whines when that bruising grip drags his head down to the head of Bakugo’s dick, scooping the new beads of precum that have gathered there and swallowing them hastily. He swirls around the ridge of the tip, pulling a groan from the blonde, but he’s nudged with that strong hand in his hair until it finds purchase inside of his mouth.

Making room for the head is a more challenging task than he originally thought, jaw protesting at the intrusion. He sucks around it hesitantly, letting the stretch grow on him. “C’mon nerd - more than you can take already?” He hears the taunt from above. He glares up at the other hero, gathering enough drool to slide down the rest of his length. When his saliva starts to leave a trail downward, he slurps it up and uses it as a lubricant to take the rest of him in one go. The tip hits the back of his throat alarmingly fast, a small choking noise escaping him as he forces himself to relax.

“Fuck yeah, Deku,” Bakugo praises once he’s just reached the base, heading falling back for a moment. “You gonna be a good boy and suck me up real nicely?” His tone is sickly sweet as he asks, mocking him. Instead of taking offense to the pet name the greenette finds that it riles him up more, a moan vibrating around the cock in his mouth. There’s a snicker above him. “Like that shit, huh? God, you’re such a filthy fucking slut,”

Moaning, Izuku scrambles to pull his remaining brain cells together and work the hardness between his lips. With Kacchan’s steady, guiding hand against his scalp, he sucks carefully up his length back to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head and almost withdrawing entirely before chasing it back down. The second time around the muscles in his jaw begin to tighten halfway, Midoriya frowning. “Through your nose, nerd - don’t you dare fucking bite me.” He obliges, adjusting the tilt of his head to clear his nasal pathway and breathing in deeply. Once he’s more relaxed, he pushes the rest of the way down until there’s only an inch still exposed. 

Although the slit of his member is tickling his uvula and doing ungodly things to his mental state, he finds it’s not intolerable and he won’t choke and die. Slowly he finds his rhythm, alternating between sucking and slurping and licking in tandem. The lower half of his face is gross with a mix of fluids, the handhold in his hair pulling tight as he grows accustomed to the situation. Kacchan is largely quiet during this time aside from the occasional noise of pleasure - until he isn’t. 

“I wonder if you have a gag reflex,” is the only warning he gets before his head is tilted back by his hair, the new angle allowing for the blonde to buck his hips into his mouth and shove the rest of his erection into his throat. He inherently doesn’t, because although he chokes around it and glares up at his childhood friend, it doesn’t bother him or make him gag. Katsuki curses under his breath, a wicked smile decorating his face. “Course you don’t. Fuck.”

With his nose pressed against the blonde’s groin, it’s hard to remember to breathe. He struggles as he attempts to adjust himself as much as he can, that hand on his head keeping him firmly in place. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty little face for a sec. Be a good boy and don’t choke, yeah?” Then, a strange euphoria overcomes Deku as the blonde holds his head and begins to thrust into his mouth impetuously.

At first, the motions are almost too much for him. He worries too much about applying the right amount of pressure and keeping his lips fitted tightly around him. He worries about finding the time to breathe, the position of his teeth, and where to put his tongue. The spit is rapidly collecting in his mouth and forces him to relax his cheeks unless he wants to choke, jaw loosening. The position feels much better once he’s relaxed and focuses less on sucking and more on taking it, saliva leaking from the corners of his lips and drooling down his neck.

His throat feels sore and raw with the ferocity of Kacchan’s hips, and once they find their rhythm everything clicks and he finds himself squirming with need underneath him. He angles his head the opposite way and lets out a muffled yelp when it fills his esophagus, nose nestled in those short blonde pubes once more. It cuts off his airway and he idly runs his tongue along the skin he can find as Kacchan stills. “Yeahhh,” he groans, the ragged sound tickling his ears. 

The greenette can hold out for about a minute before his head feels too light, his throat constricts, his eyes water and his nose starts to leak as he gags. Katsuki lets go of his hair and allows him to pull off of his cock, Deku spitting the various fluids that gathered in his mouth back onto it and spreading it with his fist. He peers up at the blonde, lips plump from their abuse. Katsuki’s chest is heaving lightly from his ragged breathing, deep red eyes solely focused on him; Midoirya shivers under the weight of his gaze.

A beat later he’s lapping at the tip again, the blonde returning his hand to grip along his scalp and guide him up and down on his length. This time Deku doesn’t attempt any graceful sucks or licks - he’s loose-lipped, lazy-tongued. He’s a fast learner, slurping and slobbering all over him messily. This pulls a slew of noises and nasty words from his rival, Izuku’s erection leaking profusely below. He deepthroats Bakugo again, swallowing the excess spit instead of letting it drip onto his pelvis. 

“Fuck, Deku - look at me,” he rasps, large emerald eyes blinking up at him with minor effort. He’s licking his lips hungrily as their eyes meet, blonde brows furrowed and lips slightly parted. His free hand rubs his neck almost tenderly, fingers grazing over the small bulge forming near the top where his dick is housed. “You look so good with my cock stuffed down your throat. You were made to be a cock sleeve, weren’t you?” Izuku moans around the member and blinks away tears, his erection throbbing with the dirty talk. Oh god, that was so hot. A curse and then he’s pulled off and far away, the greenette sitting back on his heels. “Shit, I need to fuck you.”

Bakugo sits back up with his back straight, slipping his sweats down a tad to give him to enhance his freedom. “Hop on, Deku,” he growls. There’s a little packet in his hands that he retrieved from his pocket, sharp canines tearing the foil open and spitting it out next to him carelessly. 

Flushing from the top of his head down, Midoriya’s heart skips a beat. “Kacchan,” he whines as he stands, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I know I’m a virgin but isn’t there a little prep work involved before I can just…” he trails, eyes flickering down to the blonde’s hard length. 

Kacchan rolls his eyes, snorting gently. “Obviously, nerd. Hop on my lap , idiot,” he chides. 

“Oh.” Midoriya deadpans. He stalks back over to the bench and repositions his knees on either side of the blonde’s thighs. Before he can fully seat himself on his lap, Kacchan stops him with a palm on his right cleft. “Yes, Kacchan?” He squeaks out. From this angle Bakugo has access to his navel, mouth swooping in to bite at the hard muscles there and all around. Midoriya yelps with each bite, more pain than pleasure.

“You ever spread yourself out before, nerd?” He asks between each chomp. Electricity hums through him, blood pumping past his groin and to that sensitive area between his cheeks. He shakes his head, hands coming to grip tan, cut shoulders for support. He sucks his teeth after pulling away from the expanse of his stomach. “Shoulda guessed. A closet pervert like you wants to wait until someone else can split you open for the first time, hm?” He announces, not interested in a reply. He fiddles with something behind his back, hands shuffling between one another. “Or is it that you’re too embarrassed to admit to yourself how badly you need to get railed, hm?” 

There’s a warm, slippery finger rubbing against his entrance not a moment later. The foreign sensation causes all of the muscles in his body to freeze, ass clenching tightly. “I’m only gonna say this once: relax. The harder you fight it, the worse it feels.” That hand is kneading into the meat of his ass again, soothing circles that help his tension ease. 

Kacchan’s being surprisingly thoughtful. That finger prods lightly at his entrance, teasing him. “I usually don’t like to get my hands dirty, but I can’t trust a virgin to do this shit right. Be thankful, shitty Deku.” His finger encircles him lightly, warming his skin with the feeling of lube. 

Lube? Is that what was in that packet?   

“T-thank you, Kaccha- ah!” He exclaims as a finger enters him suddenly, already to the second knuckle. His bottom burns at the intrusion, body jerking up. He wastes no time, sliding it in and out a few times until it’s fully enclosed. The feeling is uncomfortable, sure, but not painful as he’s expecting. “You gonna open up real wide for me, Deku?” He fingers him pointedly. That hot tongue licks a long stripe up the middle of his neck.

A nod and a whimper, then the second finger is thrust in along with the first to the second knuckle. A pained cry leaks from him and the newest addition is making his ass hot, entrance tightening around those fingers. “Talk to me, nerd - I can't get you to shut the hell up any other time. Tell me how much you like sucking me up,” he demands, mouthing at his Adam’s Apple. Midoriya soothes himself by breathing deeply, hands tightly gripping those shoulders. Relax, he tells himself, doing the best he can not to panic at the idea of something much larger inside of him.

“Kacchan’s cock is so, ah!” He’s interrupted as the blonde takes both fingers almost out before shoving them back in past the second knuckle, the stretch stinging slightly. He clenches unknowingly, forcing that hand on the cleft of his ass to grip him bruisingly. “Kacchan’s cock is so nice and ah, big,” he stammers, embarrassed, painting his whole body red. 

“Original,” he teases, teeth nipping at the bob in his throat. Those calloused fingers are massaging his cheek again, soothing him, and tears wobble in his waterline at the care he’s being shown. “I don’t usually like to get my hands dirty,”  the words replay in his mind as he slowly worked, those two fingers spreading him apart and scissoring lightly inside of him. He feels the telltale burn of the stretch, squirming, but a new feeling accompanies it as well and drags a small moan from him. “That’s it, nerd. You like sitting on my fingers, hm?” He murmurs into the underside of his chin, nose rubbing gently against his jaw.

Izuku thinks back to the many times they held hands as kids, the numerous times they held out a hand to one another for support, and his heart squeezes achingly. Those small hands that grew into these strong, scarred, and callous ones are currently fingering him, squeezing his body, and manhandling him without regard. A stray tear leaks down his face, a finality settling within him. Those hands that beat him down, that shoved him and punched him and bullied him countless times over are giving him the greatest pleasure of his life. 

There’s something seriously wrong with me for loving him, for wanting him. Is this the only way I can feel wanted? Is this the only way I can receive love from Kacchan? 

Bakugo continues to scissor and stretch him, wider with each thrust, fervently pushing in and out. Midoriya moans more confidently now, pleasure simmering in his gut and bringing life back to his groin. The blonde licks that stray tear away as it rolls down his jaw, nibbling at the skin there. “You break your bones willingly and this makes you cry? You still that weak, Deku?” He retaliates, fingers receding until they’re barely intruding. “If you want me to fuck you, you gotta beg me.” 

Please fuck me so hard I never forget how you feel. Please let me remember every second of this so that if it’s the last time I get you this way, it’ll be worth it. Please have me, please want me. 

The third finger hurts. The sting is more akin to a rubber band snapping at his entrance, a sharp pain yet short-lived. “Kacchan,” comes his pained whine. He does his best to stay relaxed like he was instructed, exhaling through his nose. He doesn’t hesitate to push deeper inside of him, eager to finish stretching him out. The greenette’s head falls to rest atop the scarred hand gripping Bakugo’s shoulder, the blonde’s teeth sinking into the expanse of his neck and sucking headily. “Kacchan, need you. Want you,” he moans shakily, feeling safer with his face hidden from those knowing ruby-colored irises.

With his new hunched angle their erections brush together, Midoriya jumping at the touch. He makes a lewd noise and rolls his hips forward, accidentally grinding himself down further on Kacchan’s fingers. His cheeks hit the base of his knuckles, his body struggling to adjust. “Need Kacchan inside of me, please!” He cries out.

Bakugo groans, popping off his neck only to lick at the fresh hickey he’s made. “I know you do. You’ve been begging for me to fuck you since I first put on my suit.” His fingers wiggle around, attempting to stretch out but struggling against the tight flesh. Deku recalls the very first time he saw him in his hero costume, exactly as he had drawn as a kid and the weird sensation that overcame him at the time. His fingers slide inside him with more ease as the blonde talks down to him. “You’ve been obsessed with me since day one - you thought that momma’s boy would satisfy you?”

The pain has quickly turned into pleasure once again, his dick throbbing with the heat building underneath. Kacchan is still licking and biting him in various places, the sensations lost in the works of every other point of contact between them. His moans are bolder with each thrust, the coil in his stomach tightening alarmingly. “Deku, the guardian angel hero, the sweetheart - about to come into the hands of the very guy who abused him for years. How could nobody else see it?”

His fingers crook inside of him, shifting until they hit a spot that has Midoriya seeing all white. “Ah!” He wails, balls tightening. Oh no, I’m close. I’m going to come before he’s even inside! “K-Kacchan, hurry - I can’t…”

He brushes that spot repeatedly for a minute, taking delight in the cries that spill from Deku’s lips and the shakes of his body. He growls with approval as he begins to clench knowingly around his fingers, Midoriya’s arms adjusting to wrap around the blonde’s neck. “You gonna come for me, Deku?” The smaller man in his arms whines, moaning wantonly as he’s finger-fucked. He mumbles out a few ‘yes’s, virtually incomprehensible along with his noises. “Good boy. If you beg for it while you come, I’ll give you what you want,” he promises, nibbling on his pierced ear lobe and pressing into that sensitive spot deep within him.

That sets him over the edge, burying his head into the crook of the other hero’s neck to muffle any noise. He’s coming to the sound of Kacchan’s voice urging him on, teasing him, demeaning as always. He’s not sure what expletives are being thrown at him, focused entirely on the pulsing of his cock as he spills into their laps. His come is hot as it hits his lower abdomen and over his member, a few extra tears leaking from him as he rocks through his orgasm.

Bakugo doesn’t stop moving his fingers even when the greenette stops coming, prodding him aggressively until he’s sobbing in his arms. His legs grow weak, butt sinking until it sits fully in the blonde’s lap and their erections rub together and pull a groan from the both of them. “Kacchan, please! Please just fuck me already!” He begs, voice squeaking from the overstimulation.

The blonde rips his fingers from him, wiping the excess lube against the rim of his entrance before moving his hands to rest on his hips. A sharp slap to his ass has him jerking his head up, hands loosening from around the Kacchan’s neck. “Look at the mess you make, nerd,” he notes as he shuffles around in his pants pocket. Green eyes trace down their bodies, fascinated with the image before him: Kacchan’s dick lightly painted with a few miscellaneous streaks of his come, Deku’s abdomen colored white and his member still harboring a stringy drop at the head. His hands reach out tentatively, scooping up some of the semen drooping down the blonde’s boner and idly placing it in his mouth to taste.

It’s salty, way saltier than the other hero’s precum, globby and stringy, and surprisingly delicious. There’s not much else to it, but this seems to impress his partner. “Such a slut,” comes the praise. He looks up in time to meet red eyes, darkened with lust and accompanied by a lazy smirk. With the light sheen over his body from the heat, and the small tinge of red decorating his ears and upper chest, Bakugo looks like sex on legs and Midoriya needs every single part of him right now.  

“You ready for a ride, nerd?” He asks, reading his mind. Kacchan is tearing open another packet of lube with his teeth and spreading it over his cock in one smooth, practiced motion as he speaks. The greenette nods, letting the older man guide him. Those strong hands lift him by his waist, pulling him forward enough so that their chests touch and the tip of his cock pokes at Midoriya’s backside. All of the blood in his body is rushing in his ears, heartbeat in his stomach as he braces for the impact. “Sorry, I’m not sorry,” sinful lips whisper in his ear as he’s pushed down onto his dick.

What?

The feeling is unlike anything else. Impossibly full already, stretched thin, searing pain while also tapping his pleasure buttons. There’s a fire under his ass that burns inside of him, the lube all but just enough to allow him access. He’s past the ridge of his head by the time Izuku cries out and claws at his chest, briefly halting him. “K-Kacchan, stop! G-Give me a second to adjust!”

Bakugo hums, tilting his head mockingly. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Deku? You did just beg me to fuck you, right?” He raises his hips enough to partially slide out, the tip of his head squished painfully by the tight ring of muscles around him. Katsuki winces, snapping at the young hero. “What did I tell you earlier, nerd? You’re gonna make this harder on yourself; how am I supposed to do this if you crush my dick huh?” Despite his protests, he doesn’t move his hips down right away.

Relax - try to relax. He repeats in his head, shutting his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. It’s only a few seconds before he calms down, his entrance slowly unclenching. “Sorry, Kacchan,” he exhales. He finds the courage to move, not wanting to keep the other waiting. He lowers himself down on the blonde’s cock, chest heaving with his controlled breaths, until he’s bottomed out. He lets his forehead fall back into the crook of his neck and grips two handfuls of that muscular chest, cheeks burning. 

“Fuck,” comes a long groan from his rival. “You’re so damn tight, Deku.” Those thumbs dig into the joint of his hips, forcefully grinding their hips together. The pressure against his insides is overwhelming, and emerald eyes open with shock. He begins to rock their hips together before starting to move him. The pace is agonizing, slow, and borderline torturous as his ass tries to accommodate his size.

His erection begins to stir back to life as his prostate is barely brushed against from their position. Feeling more prepared he steadies himself, raising his head and straightening out. He rides him slowly, small whimpers leaving him as the friction opens him up further. Kacchan is staring at him, silent, with a calculated look on his face. Waiting.

After some time the blonde gets fed up with it, using his handhold to slam Izuku down and directly hit his prostate. White floods his vision and sparks fly under his skin, the sensation tingling and traveling down to his toes. He claws at his chest, digging in with what little of his nails he has due to biting. He suppresses the moan, biting his lip to counteract the feeling. 

Kacchan is giving me a chance to take it at my own pace. 

Acknowledging the small favor, Deku sets a new pace. It’s quicker yet subtle, almost tender, and the burn in his thighs is akin to a warm-up on his leg days. Hands leave his hips to rest at their side, Kacchan looking mildly interested as he rides him, eyes roaming his body as they look anywhere but his eyes. 

He speeds up as the moans start escaping him, a frown forming as the pleasure increases; why isn’t he focused on him? Why isn’t he looking at me? Why isn’t he making any noise? Am I not pleasing him? Did he get disinterested? Oh god, am I too tight? Not tight enough? Am I doing a bad job?

He adjusts his knees to ride him harder, the slap of skin on skin resounding through the room loudly. His dick rubs against Kacchan’s abdomen as he moves, a shudder wracking through him and a cry leaving him. The blonde’s expression and demeanor don’t change, the negative thoughts inside of Midoriya’s head piling higher and higher until he’s pushed himself to tears.

“Kacchan!” He sobs. His hands clench into fists and beat lightly on his chest as he bounces rhythmically. “Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” he repeats, blinking away the wetness in his eyes. You asked for this, Izuku, part of him thinks. He wants you just as much as you want him, another part of him tries to reason. 

“Hm?” Bakugo hums, a brow cocked in question. He ignores Izuku’s whining, opting to tease him instead. “Sorry, I thought a nerd was asking me for something.”

A choked whine, then Midoriya is panting as he rides him haphazardly. He’s bottoming out here and there, barely catching his prostate but missing too much of it to make him squeal. “Kacchan, I love sitting on your cock.” He finishes with a groan. “Kacchan’s so amazing, I ah-“ he pants. “I want…I want…” he trails, breathing harder as he tries to gather himself. 

“I want all of Kacchan!” His arms lock behind his neck again and his mouth attaches to the blonde’s jaw. “I want Kacchan to touch me more, harder - I want all of it!” He begs, nipping at his jawline. 

Bakugo’s hands are gripping his ass cheeks tightly, spreading them apart until it’s almost painful. It makes his ass open up more, their hips connecting aggressively as he sits flush against his groin. This targets that sensitive spot inside him instantly, sending sharp sparks crackling up his back with pleasure. He moans lewdly, spit catching in his throat. Kacchan lets out a low moan that finishes like a growl. “Fuck yeah, you do. You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you, you little freak?” 

An unintelligible noise leaves the greenette, shaking his head profusely. Bakugo thrusts up from underneath him just as he comes down, fucking him to the hilt and hitting his prostate with each stroke. Midoriya’s cock hurts with all of the blood rushing to it, painfully hard and leaking. “N-No,” he whimpers. 

“ No ?” Kacchan hisses, halting his movements with a knee and lifting them both into the air, Midoriya’s legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist. He backs them against the door, rattling the handle with force. His hands move from his bottom to his kneecaps, gently pressing against them while using the door to support their position. “You don’t own my naked body pillow, Deku?” He lays a fat lick on his cheek. “You don’t have every exclusive edition drop that I released this year?” He nibbles on the red shell of Midoriya’s ear as the greenette continues to shake his head.

His voice drops dangerously low. “I already told you I can see who purchases my shit, Deku - you didn’t even bother to fake your name, you know?” He pushes his legs apart, forcibly unwrapping them from around his waist until they’re bent up at his sides, knees practically touching his elbows and pinned against the door. Izuku is so exposed this way that he can feel himself opening wider with how his legs are spread, boner bouncing around forgotten in between them. 

Split open this way Bakugo’s cock is fully seated inside him, the head butting up against his prostate. Deku pulls his head away, letting it rest against the wood behind them and shutting his eyes from shame; all of the above is true and they both know it. “What was it you told that villain earlier?” He questions, thumbnails marking crescents into pale thighs. He pushes his hips closer to the greenette, dick rubbing painfully deep inside of him and legs spreading as wide as he’s able. He mewls, fingers untwining from one another and digging their blunt nails into his traps. “Oh, right; you can ‘crush a watermelon’ with these thighs, yeah?” 

His hips recede slightly before snapping forward, hitting that sensitive bud of nerves dead on. Deku squeals and bites his lip, turning his head away from the blonde. God, why did I say something so embarrassing? “Look,” Kacchan commands. Midoriya shakes his head, refusing to meet his eyes. His left leg relaxes as the blonde’s hand pulls away to grip his chin, forcing his gaze down. When his eyes don’t open right away Bakugo digs his nail harder into his thigh, drawing a small amount of blood. He whimpers, faces traveling down to the point where their bodies meet. 

It’s obscene; Deku is still sticky and mildly uncomfortable with the drying semen decorating his body, Kacchan’s dick pulled halfway out so that he can see his considerable length leaving him, and the greenette’s thighs pushed out and back like a split. Red eyes eat him up as he gives him time to look, his typical, cocky grin back in place. “Look at how easy they spread for me,” the blonde remarks. He fucks back into him roughly, shaking the door with his force.

He lets go to return to his previous position, pinning his thighs in place, and starts thrusting into Deku with long, deep strokes. He hits his mark every time, groaning into his freckled neck and gripping his thighs enough to bruise. Izuku is gone, thoroughly embarrassed and fucked out, his balls straining with the need for release despite having spent his load not too many minutes prior. Bakugo is a menace, uncaring for his borderline-pained cries as he’s used, biting and slapping and pawing at whatever skin is available to him.

“You like how I fuck your tight little hole?” He manages to hear over the sounds of his pleasure and their bodies colliding. Izuku can’t respond, head lolling forward as his waterline overflows. His chest is heaving as he breathes heavily, his hairline damp with sweat, and the tips of his ears darkening. “Fuck, I can’t believe you just gave yourself up to me this way,” he gravels.

“K-Kacchan, Kacchan!” Deku sobs, that band inside of his stomach almost stretched to its breaking point. The tears are flowing so actively down his face that his neck is slick with them, Katsuki sucking at the wet skin needily. “Don’t stop, please!”

An animalistic sound comes from the blonde, his pace is more brutal as he manages to hike his knees up higher and angle his lower back closer to him. His muscles are protesting and his joints are aching with the odd and strenuous position but it’s the last thing on his mind as they occupy the same air. They’re close enough that their breaths are mingling together, hot and heavy, and the entire situation is bringing Midoriya right to that edge once more. 

“Ah, fuck! This ass was made to fit my cock, wasn’t it? Bet you’ll be ah, dreaming about taking me every night you’re lying next to that prince-fuck,” He growls. The accusation forces Deku to cry harder, ashamed and pleased, and everything in between. “Come for me, Deku,” he orders. “Come on my cock like the good little slut you are.”

Midoriya wails, biting the blonde’s neck fiercely and clamping down on his dick while his second orgasm rocks through him. It drags every bit of his energy from him, spurting what’s left of the fluids in his body over his stomach. His nails scrape the skin of Kacchan’s trapezius muscles enough to mark, tongue sucking vehemently at the spot under his jawline. 

Bakugo continues to pound into him, relentless in his pursuit of his orgasm. Midoriya drools around his neck as he keeps sucking, breathing rapidly through his nose through his tears.”Fuck!” The blonde curses from low in his throat, prying his head away from Deku to hang  it low and observe his work. A few more rapid thrusts and he’s jammed up against the greenette’s lower half, balls pressed flat against him. “You shitty nerd, fuck!”

He’s coming right after he roars, biceps flexing as he puts all his weight into Deku’s thighs. Midoriya’s voice catches in his throat and he stops breathing as ropes of come shoot inside him. He’s filled to the brim, his stomach growing uneasy as he’s stuffed. For a while, the younger hero thinks that Kacchan may never stop, an endless spigot of semen, but then his head is raised and falls back in satisfaction. 

One hand lets go of Deku’s legs to run it through blonde, spiky locks. Midoriya lets the leg fall clumsily, just barely finding his footing on the ground. A weird emotion passes over him as the dust settles and grows every second Bakugo doesn’t pull out and away from him.

“Bet y’want my come in you, that’s why you got me so drunk isn’ it, slut? S’rry to tell ya, but no one is good enough for that, hah, so take what I give you,” 

Kacchan just came in him.

The adrenaline wears down and his body slumps, the moment when the Earth is still and he and Bakugo are joined is gone. The blonde pulls out in one fluid motion, dropping Izuku’s other leg and turning back the other way. He slips down the door clumsily, catching himself before he falls completely. His body is aching, sore, and tender, his hair is a damp nest atop his head, and his face a complete puffy mess. 

Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight just came in him.

The weight of his actions hits him like a ton of bricks, his chest caving in at the reality of the situation; he just cheated on his boyfriend, Todoroki, with his lifelong bully, Kacchan.

The larger hero is already stuffed back into his sweats by the time he gathers some of his bearings, crossing his arms over his body in a poor show of modesty. His mouth opens yet words fail him, frozen in his spot against the door. He watches numbly as Kacchan runs his bath towel over the damp parts of his body and hairline, expression blank and devoid of any emotion - detached. 

It’s like nothing even happened.

His heart is beating so loudly that his eardrums rumble, panic settling in. I just slept with Kacchan and he doesn’t give a shit. Then, more gravely, I just gave my virginity to Kacchan and he doesn’t give a shit.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Sorry, I’m not sorry.”

His heart sinks into his stomach - this is exactly what he had wanted, isn’t it? He had got eaten alive and fingered fucked by Kacchan until he came, sucked his dick, rode him, and then got ass pummeled until he came again - isn’t this the very thing he had been craving since he spied on his call?

Before his overwhelmingly negative thoughts can overtake him, his cell phone rings, the All Might ringtone making him jump. He scrambles over to his pants where they lay forgotten from earlier. He curses his way over, rolling his eyes as he hears the snort in the background. “Still the same ringtone since high school, nerd?”

Frowning, Midoriya ignores him and answers it without hesitation. “H-Hello!” He sputters on his hands and knees as he picks up.

“Midoriya, where are you?” Todoroki’s monotone voice rings clear through the phone. He stills, muscle locked and eyes wide.

“W-What…?” he murmurs, afraid of being caught before he’s even been found.

There’s a brief moment of silence that his boyfriend deems necessary for communication. Then, “It’s Wednesday. You usually come over, we eat take-out, then we watch a movie or play a game. Are you on your way?” Midoriya deadpans, swallowing harshly as he frantically moves to get dressed.

“No, I mean yes! I mean, ah!” He exclaims as he trips over his pant leg, pain shooting up his lower limb and to that sensitive area between his cheeks. His ass burns sorely, a not-so-subtle reminder of the actions that just occurred. To intensify the image, Kacchan’s thick come starts to leak out of him, trailing down his inner thigh as he shoves his underwear and joggers up. “I-I’m still coming!”

A weird hum is heard on the other line. “Are you alright, Midoriya? You made a weird sound just now. Are you feeling unwell?”

He bites the inside of his cheek for a moment, pushing through the aching in his lower half to straighten his clothes out and finish dressing. “No I’m good, just uh…tripped over some rubble, that’s all.” He lies, hurriedly tying his shoes and slipping his tank back on. “I didn’t know if you still wanted me to come over after earlier, so I…went back to the scene, that's all.” The rest of the lie slips from his lips so easily that he wonders what his rival must think about him: did he think he was a filthy, lying, cheat, too?

“What do you mean after what happened earlier? What happened?” Todoroki drops, twinged with confusion.

Deku fights to roll his eyes, huffing lightly through his nostrils. Once he’s sufficiently decent he swings his backpack over his shoulder, striding towards one of the mirrors on the adjacent wall. “Todoroki, you got upset with me and strode out of the room - without me. I thought that it was a pretty clear sign to leave you alone tonight, considering you didn’t bother to check if I was following behind you,” he lowers his voice, failing to pretend that Kacchan can’t hear every word. 

His emerald eyes almost bulge out of his skull at the sight of his body, the blonde’s smirk barely hidden from view in the background of the mirror. He’s bruised lightly where he’s been gripped, ears, jaw, neck, shoulders, and chest littered with dark purple and deep red hickeys, some of which are lined with teeth marks. He raises a scarred finger to trace along the edges of the mauling near his Adam’s apple, shivering as he touches the weakened skin; he cannot see Todoroki like this! Hell, if anyone saw him they would probably call the police for him to make a report!

“Oh. That,” the hybrid sighs. “I never said not to come over, so I figured you would still be here. Are you close? What kind of take-out did you get?”

Annoyed with his questions as exhaustion threatens to take him over, Deku opens his bag and shrugs over his oversized American quarter-zip, the thick, zipping the plush collar up until the fabric properly conceals his neck and jaw areas. He’s bounding towards the door, fingers expertly turning the lock as he gets ready to bounce. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be there in a few. I just caught a chill and need to run back for my sweater! How does Chinese food sound?”

There’s a hand over his encapsulating the door handle, effectively stopping his departure. Large green eyes widen as they stare directly at wild red ones, his scowl doing its best to combat the blonde’s cheeky grin.  He blinks and he’s staring at blonde hair, that sinful tongue licking the outer shell of his ear teasingly. “Thank you for the meal,” comes the dark whisper, his voice several decibels lower than normal and doing absolutely nothing good to his psyche.

“Yeah, Chinese is fine. See you,” Comes Todoroki’s answer, his phone beeping to signal the end of the call as his boyfriend is the first to hang up. Bakugo is sauntering back over to his locker, shutting the door coolly and gathering his things by the time he looks back.

He turns his attention back to the exit, breathing in only once before pushing the handle down and out with an exhale. He’s gone before the blonde can say anything else, his mind partitioning his horrible deeds off for review at a later time.

I will never do something like this again. Now that it’s done, it’s gone - the temptation is no longer there. Kacchan doesn’t give a shit and neither do I. 

…my therapist is going to have a field day.

Chapter 2: How it's going

Summary:

Deku meets with this therapist again, ends up being Bakugo's hero partner, and there's some jealousy.

Notes:

Hi again!

I forgot to mention this was anime-only cannon because I like to be happy. Also, nobody likes spoilers (yes I do). I have only written smut like once before this story, so I hope it's been satisfactory thus far.

Enjoy!

At first, everything is fine.

He’s able to continue life business as usual: wake up, work out, drink a breakfast shake, talk to his friends on his pre-shift warm-up jog, shower, clock in for his shift, kick ass until the early evening or into the night, shower, pick up some crappy take out for dinner, go home, eat, catch up on the news, binge a new or old hero show until he passes out, sleep, then repeat. Sometimes, Todoroki will join him on his jog or invite him for dinner. On his day off, he and his boyfriend usually spend the day finding something new to do or explore. He catches up on hero news and other major events, his friends' social lives, and occasionally even goes out. It works successfully, not a single thought of his blonde devil populating in his mind organically - it’s just him, Todoroki, and their everyday lives.

Then, it’s Wednesday again.

Wednesdays are his and Todoroki’s designated date day. Midoriya gets the earlier shift that day, getting off an hour before his partner. It’s also the day of his bi-weekly therapy appointment in which Dr. Yuna opens up extra early for him. These days he forgoes his morning workout, opting for a harder cardio session later on. After his shift is over he showers and gets ready for the rest of the night, usually sprucing up a tad more than normal before waiting for his boyfriend to finish in the locker room. Once he’s out and dressed, the pair will decide on dinner, take it back to Todoroki’s place, and then watch a movie or play a game until the moon is in the sky. Sometimes Midoriya will stay over, too exhausted from his shift to leave.

Todoroki’s bed is often cold on those nights. 

Discreetly, Midoriya had his doctor heal the bruises and marks from his affair the very next morning. The woman had blushed but obliged happily when he had asked for help, muttering about how lucky he was to be with “Todoroki-San”. Any physical traits of his infidelity were all but gone, save for that deep soreness within him.

He kept that piece of his pain as a reminder - as proof.

The problem with Wednesdays is that Kacchan is Todoroki’s partner, meaning that he is there, without fail, when his boyfriend emerges from the showers. When Midoriya beams as he catches sight of that familiar two-toned head, Todoroki inclines his head at him. Then, tan skin fills his peripheral, sauntering around his partner with an easy swagger. 

“This ass was made for my cock.”

The greenette swats the memory away as quickly as it resurfaces, clearing his throat and rattling off about the closest topic in his brain. In the end, he’s able to get back to some sense of normalcy, expertly avoiding looking at Kacchan’s exposed body and getting riled up until they leave. He spends the night at his boyfriend's house after an evening of pizza and Monopoly - content. 

The wet dreams start the following night. 

He dreams of sharp canines and rough fingers, those bulging muscles and strong grip, those slaps on his cheeks, and those marks on his throat. He dreams of those sturdy fingers rubbing his most intimate of places, of that large cock fucking the daylights out of him until he’s limp, and then coming inside of him until his hole can’t hold anymore and it leaks out onto his thighs.

He wakes up with stained underwear. 

Am I fifteen again? Seriously?

He doesn’t tell his therapist what he’s done, but he suspects that she may already know he’s hiding something.

Every time he talks to Todoroki he tries to imagine him in his place: those soft hands rubbing him, kissing him tenderly, massaging him, but the thought isn’t enough to rile him as greatly as his dreams do. When Wednesday comes around he plans his moves strategically, waiting with his back to Kacchan’s locker so that he won’t have to see him.

Outside of their usual banter and occasional partnership at work, Bakugo doesn’t bother him, and neither does he. He’s still taunted and teased, all of the threats largely empty as they have been for the past seven years, and at the surface level this is the best outcome for the two of them. 

This is sustainable for at least three weeks - so far he’s satisfied, body not craving either man until he wakes up Tuesday morning with a rock-hard boner and intense need for relief. Alright - no big deal. Easy fix: take care of it, then it goes away, and you move on. Except that long after he relieves himself, he’s still not satiated, body yearning for a grander orgasm.

He’s horny for the remainder of his day like he’s fourteen again. 

Somehow he makes it by carefully avoiding any other heroes except his partner for the day, Denki, who is as attractive to Izuku as a metal pole. Generally, he’s on his own most days for patrol since he’s multi-faceted, thankful that Fat Gum gives him the freedom to operate this way, but at least once a week he does a dual-patrol with one of the other heroes on staff. Denki is a popular choice simply for his playful company, although if he’s honest, Kirishima is a better opposite to his skill set. The redhead typically works night shifts, however, since crimes with weapons are statistically highest during those hours, so he doesn’t get as many opportunities to work alongside him as he would like.

Although his shift passes fruitfully and without any issues, the young hero knows that something is amiss the instant he steps into the agency; it’s dead silent and there’s no movement on the bottom floor save for the janitorial crew. He exchanges a wary look with Denki before the pair bolt to the elevator, clicking the button for the top floor in tandem. In their favor there is no danger, all of the staff safe and soundly congregating in the main conference room.

The news he receives is, however, borderline devastating.

He should be happy for Fat Gum for deciding to retire from his main duties while he’s able, especially after facing a lot of difficulties starting his agency after the war, yet his stomach flips and he’s forced to fight back nausea. 

Fat Gum is selling the agency to Hawks. Hawks, whom Todoroki and Kacchan both work for. Hawks, who has been suspicious of Midoriya’s mental health since the day he laid eyes on him. Hawks, who disapproved of his declination for an offer to work at his agency with a grimace. Hawks, who is arguably the most clever veteran hero still active. Hawks, who runs an agency thrice the size of Fat Gum’s. Hawks, who can provide every service and piece of technology that most pro heroes would drool over.

Hawks, who is now his boss.

There are a few logistical pieces that are touched on in the meeting: who will go where, how, and when. Most of the crew will transition to work under Hawk’s agency in favor of the decision although a small portion of them decide to look at options elsewhere. Gum assures everyone that they will have a position waiting for them if they want it, but also that they are under no obligation to stay if that is their path. The best part? Midoriya starts tomorrow.

He’s practically itching for therapy the following morning. 

“Good morning, Midoriya - although I do have to say you look quite…disheveled,” Yuna begins their session.

He doesn’t bother with sitting before he starts. “Oh god, Yuna, I am a horrible person!” He whines, pacing fervently in her office.

His therapist crosses her legs. Here we go, he sighs, knowing her tells for activating her quirk. He feels the steady pressure not a moment later, quite heavy to start with but much needed at the rate of his heartbeat. Ripping the bandaid off, he dives right in. “I slept with Kacchan!” He squeaks out, nails in his mouth as he anxiously bites what little is left of them.

The pressure in the room falters so minutely that anyone other than a pro hero would not notice - anyone that isn’t Deku, at least. “I have to say that this is a shock for me. I had an inkling that there was something you were not ready to bring forward yet after our last session. Is this that ‘something’?” She asks politely.

He nods and swipes his palm down his face. “Yeah, that would be it. I honestly believed I could just move past it - learn to deal with the consequences of my actions and get over him now that my curiosity has been quelched. God, I am so screwed,” he mumbles, running a shaky hand through his hair.

The pressure increases enough to rationalize him sitting in his usual chair, hunched over his knees at the edge of the cushion. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Midoriya. I’m sensing a lot of guilt, shame, and nerves from you. What’s changed between this session and the last one that prompted you to bring forth this information?” Yuna’s voice is even, perfect as always, as it carries to him. 

The click of the pen in the background is old news, the hero waiting expectantly for the light tapping to start. “Our agencies are merging,” he exhales, deflating. His shoulders slump as he lets out the details of his concerns. “It was only a matter of time, really - I knew this was coming the minute I signed with Fat Gum. I-”

“I just want to remind you that everything we discuss is entirely confidential unless you mention that you have the intent to hurt yourself or someone else, or if I become privy to a crime. Anything and everything else will stay between us,” the doctor discloses, the tapping pausing briefly for her announcement. Midoriya nods in understanding, already aware of the physician’s laws when it comes to hero work. 

He gnaws at his thumbnail decisively. “Thank you, Yuna - I read the laws thoroughly before we started. I kept everything as private from you as I could before, withholding true names and identities, because it felt more secure at the time until I felt I could trust you. Regardless of that, the information I’m going to share will be publicly broadcast all over every news outlet and medium possible today, and once that happens there will be no hiding exactly who I’m referencing.

“Anyway, the short version of it all is that today I am going to have to work alongside both Kacchan and Todoroki every single day now,” he blunders, hiding behind his palms. “I will have to shower alongside my partner and the guy I’ve been in love with since I was in diapers who I surprise lost my virginity to in the locker room of Hawk’s agency where I now have to change every day!” He blurts, face burning with shame. “Oh my god, it sounds so much worse when I say it out loud,” he mumbles.

There’s a brief pause before his therapist responds. “Does Todoroki know?”

He scoffs. “Of course not. I would be a wreck right now if he did, not to mention undoubtedly out of work. One peep of this to his father and I bet he would find a way to tank my ranking and eradicate my contract. The only other person who knows anything is Kacchan. Well, aside from you,” he adds on a second thought.

Yuna nods once in understanding. “I get what you mean. Have you and Kacchan talked since the incident?”

Deku chews his bottom lip. “What’s there to talk about?” He shuffles his feet and clicks his heels together childishly. “Kacchan and I had sex; I lost my virginity and it was probably a regular Wednesday for him. That’s all there is to it,” he swallows, stomach lurching. 

Kacchan came in me.

The tapping stops. “Do you hold any qualms or remorse for what you did?” She directs. The question is her most forward yet, his cheeks tinting with anger.

“What?” He scoffs incredulously. “O-Of course I do! I feel awful! No one should ever cheat on their partner, especially for something as trivial as sex! Neither of us were intoxicated or under the influence of anything - it’s as horrible as it gets. How can I not feel like a piece of shit for doing that? That’s not Deku-like behavior - it’s not even Izuku-like behavior. I don’t know what possessed me to accept his advances and follow all the way through with it, and I’m so ashamed that I have trouble speaking to any of my friends for fear of letting something slip! God only knows what they would say…” he finishes shakily, picking at his cuticles.

She sits back in her chair and switches legs. “Let me rephrase the question: Do you hold any remorse for sleeping with Kacchan if not for public opinion?” He balks at her, brows knit in confusion; isn’t that the same question? The public opinion is his opinion. She adjusts her glasses and clears her throat, ready to work him through the sea of his emotions. “How did you feel during the act?”

He inhales sharply, caught in his web. When he declines to answer, his therapist chases after that train of thought. “Why are you trying to smother and hide from your true emotions, Midoriya? It’s okay to admit that you took pleasure in it.”

His stomach churns and his mouth turns down into a wobbly frown. “How did I feel?” He whispers to himself, thinking back on that day. Truth be told he’s avoiding it, avoiding confronting this error, his sin, but if there is any place safe enough to divulge, it's here. He shuts his eyes and pictures that day, the brief pause in time where they weren’t just Kacchan and Deku but something else. He thinks of those deep red irises, his calloused hands, those sharp canines along his skin. Those nails digging into his hips, that tongue on his ear, those fingers inside of him-

Kacchan came inside of him. 

He feels like his insides catch on fire, burning as he confesses. “It was the best time of my life,” he admits brokenly, voice cracking. “He was just as always, teasing me and calling me names and mocking me, even going out of his way to comment on Todoroki and how he’s subpar, but…I felt so…” he stumbles over his words, biting the inside of his cheeks to hold his tears at bay. “Kacchan wanted me. The minute he crossed the line and teased me with that insensitive mouth of his he made it known that there was something he desired from me. That’s something I’ve never felt before - not even from Todoroki,” he sighs, wishing his chest was lighter for the reveal. 

Why is it still so heavy?

“You’re the ninth-ranked hero, Midoriya; I think it’s safe to say there are many individuals who want and yearn for you. Some of them may even be your friends - have you not felt that previously?” Yuna poses.

The elephant in the room is growing by the minute, shadowing Izuku as he evades what’s directly in front of him. He shakes his head. “I know that many people ‘want’ me, okay? I understand that at some level, I’m desired. That’s great and all but…” he hesitates, taking a moment to practice some breathing exercises. “I wanted Kacchan, and Kacchan wanted me. To me, it doesn’t matter if I have a thousand fan girls ready to kneel at my feet, but for Kacchan to love me this way is…” he trails.

He can’t finish, the truth that threatens to come out is stuck in his throat.

“Midoriya, do you think that Kacchan has feelings for you?” His therapist asks, genuine curiosity entwined with her words. She pops the balloon of anxiety building within him, his sternum groaning with the reminder to breathe.

“No.” Comes his answer, firm and telling. He picks at the scars on his hands, deflated. “Not real feelings; not the ones outside of the bedroom. Kacchan never initiates conversation with me unless he thinks I’m picking a fight or I do something that he doesn’t like. Hell, I don’t think Kacchan has ever texted me outside of work unless it was work-related. I say Kacchan is my best friend because truly, he’s the only person who I feel I can be myself around completely. He knows a lot of secrets that I can’t share with others. We were closer than twins when we were younger, inseparable, and that type of bond can’t just be eliminated so easily. He apologized to me for the bullying, and at some level, I know his jabs aren’t backed by any ill intent, but that doesn’t mean anything else. There’s nothing else,” He finishes sorely.

His therapist hums thoughtfully. “But you want him to love you back, don’t you?” Midoriya can’t move. She adjusts herself, shifting her hips in her seat. “Do you think that his feelings will ever change? You said yourself that you two haven’t talked much aside from work since then.”

Midoriya’s eyes burn, nose sniffling as he fights back tears. God, I’m such a crybaby. “H-He came in me,” he says flatly and avoids meeting her prying gaze. Her silence is suffocating and before long, he feels the pressure increase until his eyes feel heavy and his tongue is lax enough to speak honestly. “When I heard him on the phone that night, he said that ‘nobody was good enough’ for…that,” he rolls off his tongue. “It’s stupid, but…Kacchan is meticulous with his health and hygiene - everybody knows that. It’s not hard to believe that he wouldn’t come in anyone due to that, but with me, he did it willingly; I didn’t even have to ask.” He pauses, inhaling slowly. “He said he ‘doesn’t like to get his hands dirty’, yet he fingered me. I don’t know,” he exhales.

Yuna clicks her pen. “So let’s circle back to my original question: If you didn’t have to worry about what other people would think - your friends, boyfriend, the media - would you feel remorse for cheating?” His throat constricts, his mouth goes dry, and his palms clam up. He hangs his head in shame, choking on a sob.

No. Why would I feel bad when I felt so right?

 

The walk to his agency is deplorable. He’s littered with an endless stream of doubts and self-deprecating thoughts. He numbly packs up his things, says his goodbyes to those leaving, and thanks Fat Gum profusely for giving him his start. Every step he takes closer to the other agency feels like a lead ball is attached to his foot. 

How can I say that? How can I not feel bad about it? He’s my boyfriend and I cheated. What is wrong with me?

He’s one block away, now.

Why didn’t he pull out? Why wasn’t he as mean as I was expecting? Why did I come twice? Why did he call me by my first name? Why hasn’t he bragged about it or teased me for it? Why hasn’t he told someone? Why doesn’t Todoroki want me?

Why didn’t he kiss me? Why did I feel so safe even though he could care less about me? Why do I care? Why don’t I feel like this about my boyfriend?

Suddenly, his Danger Sense is kicking in just in time to narrowly dodge an attack from his left. The concrete splits before him, OFA activating automatically to continue dodging the quick attacks. Thankfully, he’s already changed into his costume, his suit absorbing some of the shock from his quirk. It’s a monster of sorts, a few dozen stories tall with hard, blue skin in a large, conical shape. It looks like it’s been ripped from a cartoon, strange and shiny, and Deku has a hard time deciphering its true power. 

The monster has six arms that can retract and extend like rubber, flailing in all directions before toughening into blades and swinging at the greenette. He set his items down in the back of the alley before activating Fa Jin and warming up his legs, bouncing like a spring before launching himself into the air several hundred feet. Without any communication devices he’s on his own, charging up OFA in his fingers to launch an Air Force attack. With a flick he’s pushed back, suspending himself with Float. The monster doesn’t make a move to dodge fully, sacrificing one of its arms in favor of keeping his body whole. 

The monster has no distinguishable face so Deku decides to take a few seconds and scan the area for signs of its handler nearby; someone else is controlling the monster from a distance. He doesn’t have much time to get a good look before the remaining arms are flung at him at different intervals, Danger Sense tripping every three seconds from a different direction.

“Who are you?” Deku calls out, activating Blackwhip to capture each arm as it comes for him. The last arm is half a second quicker than the others catching him off-guard, Blackwhip spread too thin with the strength of the monster’s limbs. He catches it between his two gloved hands and the tip of the razor-sharp edge stops inches from his nose. He struggles under the weight of the arm, impossibly heavy for a monster that moves so quickly. He grunts through clenched teeth, muscles straining. “What do you want?” He tries again with a groan.

Neither the monster nor its handler respond, arms receding into its odd body. Midoriya feels the strain leave his body as quickly as it came, rolling his shoulders while the villain takes its time to move next. I need someone to locate the true villain while I fight this, he plans, Fa Jin building for a few seconds to push him in the direction of the agency. Someone is bound to see the fighting from there.

He spots a wild patch of red below him, ramping up Float to halt his momentum. “Red Riot, I need backup!” He calls out to his friend, matching eyes snapping to his. He yells out something intelligible, Midoriya ready to clarify when his senses start tingling again. All five arms are barreling toward him in a frontal assault, arms no longer blades but shaped more like bludgeons. 

Midoriya steadies his weight, sinking his black tendrils into the buildings nearest him to hold him in place as force rocks his body back. His lungs empty as his forearms hug his chest, bearing the brunt of the attack. He grunts audibly and spit collects in his mouth. He’s using OFA nearly at his max - how the hell is this monster so strong? He tears his eyes away from the large distraction and scans the rooftops and streets below for any sign of the villain. He sucks his teeth, utilizing his master’s power to its full extent to create some room between his arms and torso, breathing in as deeply as he’s able. “Red Riot, I could really use some help right about now!” He roars.

“Backup is on the way!” His friend calls back to him with a hand to his earpiece, communicating rapidly. Kirishima starts informing him of what they know, who is coming, and the like when the sixth arm regenerates, his Danger Sense warning him mid-sentence. Unfortunately, Deku has no available arms, and Blackwhip is strained enough and unresponsive to forming another tendril. 

The arm whacks into the right side of his body directly, collapsing one of the buildings aiding in his support during the process. It cracks a few of his ribs upon impact, all of his quirks except for his first one deactivating from the shock. He slingshots to the ground, the street breaking underneath him as he bounces and skids across its surface. Specks of blood pop from him as he exclaims, red coloring his teeth from where they caught and split his lip.

“Deku!” Red Riot hollers for him, hardened body coming to deflect the next incoming series of attacks. “You alright?” He grunts, feet sinking through the layers of ground as he defends them.

His temples are throbbing from the assault but he manages a nod, spitting out the excess liquid in his mouth to better assess the situation. His body is singing from exertion, adrenaline pumping loudly in his ear canal; it’s not often that he comes across something strong enough to max out his abilities. A smile grows on him, legs already propelling him back into the air. 

There are a few minutes where Deku and Red Riot try a counter-offensive approach: Riot blocks and pushes back, Midoriya lands blow after blow until the arms retract and they go again, trying to find a weakness. Riot manages to relay that there are other heroes from the agency searching for the main body, aware of the impossibility of the creature they’re facing. 

He’s mid-roundhouse kick when the familiar scent of smoked cinnamon hits his nostrils, the taste of nitroglycerin in the air as his rival approaches them. He hears Kirishima welcome him, arms braced to block himself from the force behind Midoriya’s kick; bound to the ground, Red Riot is in the most dangerous position of them all. His steel-reinforced heel shreds through the first arm like butter inexplicably, brows knitting together in confusion. His senses are too dulled by the power coursing through him to prevent the monster from wrapping the rest of its limbs around his left leg, whipping him from the sky with ease. 

He’s tossed toward the agency’s building and directly into Bakugo, the blonde’s roar mixed with anger and annoyance. His body is already slick with that sweat, the moisture clinging to Midoriya’s skin as he smothered against him. He feels the explosive hero pop off behind him to keep them from slamming into the building, cursing under his breath. “What the hell, Deku!”

“I don’t know! It started attacking me when-” he starts, cut off as the monster suddenly switches tactics and begins to rescind his limbs, ripping Deku away from the other hero. Without thinking he grabs ahold of Kacchan’s right arm, stringing him along as they zip through the air. His explosions pause, the other arm joining in and gripping him tightly. “I’m gonna launch you!” The greenette announces, quirk cackling as its electricity snakes up to his arms. The minute his Danger Sense tickles his brain, his other arm latches onto the blonde and he uses all of his strength to fling him forward with a single thrust, a modification of his Air Force.

Bakugo gets the message instantly, his quirk propelling him further and faster until he’s level with the assumed head of the monster. He launches a few AP Shots at its arms, distracting enough that blue limbs relinquish their hold on Deku and alter their direction. Midoriya calls for the hero, warning him, but the heels of his palms are already together facing the villain, orange and green gloved fingers in a bear claw as they burn a brilliant orange and red.

The explosion rocks the area similarly to a minor earthquake and various screams are heard from the offices nearby. He’s on his feet and ready to move, observing from a distance how the physical form before them changes shape and alters itself. The seemingly impenetrable skin of the beast wiggles with the impact, staggering back and morphing into a more rounded shape.

“What the fuck!” Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (ugh) growls, unloading a couple of his grenades at it. “It can fucking shape-shift? What the fuck?” He repeats, exasperated. 

Newly interested, the monster switches its focus entirely to Kacchan, the pair exchanging blows and sharing destruction of the surrounding area. Amid their fight, a lightbulb goes off inside of Midoriya’s head, and the key to the battle clicks. 

“Kacchan!” He bounds in their direction, forest green encircling him as he speeds away. Ruby eyes flicker over to him briefly, the blonde snickering and sucking his teeth in his form of acknowledgment. He’s over the head of the monster now, steadily building the power in his lower legs. “Can you let off a big enough explosion to stall him for a few minutes?” He yells over the noisy blasts.

There’s a large boom followed by a growl. “What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing, Deku!” The villain staggers, pausing for just a second before returning to its rampage. There’s a crowd gathered around them now at the foot (bottom?) of the creature, cameras recording their every move despite the other heroes attempting to push them back into a safer area. There’s a battle cry and a cluster of explosions that litter the space around the midsection of the aggressor. “‘m waiting on your lazy ass to pitch in - anytime now, nerd!”

Nodding to himself, he begins his counter-assault. With the assistance of Float he flips, flinging Blackwhip at the creature and snaking around its odd body as an anchor. He grabs the dark ropes of his power tightly, straightening both of his legs and putting them together as he tugs on the black strings. There’s a grand explosion similar to the first one Bakugo directed at their opponent, the monster’s arms blow away, and its form crumples slightly from the impact. In perfect tandem, Deku slingshots himself down at the crown of that blue head, reinforced boots cracking through its exterior shell noisily. 

This draws a few exaggerated gasps from the civilians nearby, a few of them pointing at Midoriya high in the sky. His heels sink in a few inches and its body deflates under the pressure. It morphs to distribute the force, its viscosity altering into something more shock-absorbent and squishy. His feet are stuck inside the monster with the change, Blackwhip tethering his upper body straight. His breath quickens, anxiety blooming under his ribcage. The monster is still only for a few seconds after morphing, his jiggly body rippling at Midoriya’s feet and throwing his equilibrium into pandemonium. 

“Kacchan!” The greenette beckons, those large eyes rescanning the landscape surrounding him. In the distance he spots a flash of light, a reflection of the sun, and his entire body tenses once he recognizes the dark muzzle of a rifle. “Kacchan, there’s a sniper at three hundred on the rooftop of the Ikano building!” On cue, the sniper releases a shot that is barreling toward Izuku's chest as soon as the warning leaves his lips. He ducks in time to hear it zip through the air above him, his heart in his stomach. 

There are a few blasts and then Bakugo is kneeling next to him. “You alive, nerd?” He grumbles, quirking a brow at him. His eyes track Midoriya’s position and his line of sight, squinting once they locate the offender. He mouths off the location and instruction into his earpiece, huffing at something that was said on the other end. He starts slipping on the surface of the creature beneath them, growling as his boots squeal. “They’ve got Red Riot and Froppy on the asshole with the gun. You figure this thing out yet?”

Deku grabs a hold of his arm and steadies his rival as best as he’s able. Astoundingly, Kacchan doesn’t pull away or gripe about the contact, jaw set and face calculating. The greenette shakes his head. “It changed its form when I broke through its shell and trapped me from the inside. I think the only way we’ll be able to stop it is if we overload it before it can regenerate. Can you-”

“-blast him to bits from the inside? Yeah yeah, got it,” Kacchan finishes for him, knocking his knuckles against the skin of the beast below. “It’s gonna take me a couple of big ones to cause any real damage; I don’t have super strength like you, freaky nerd. Think you can pummel his stupid-looking head in while I do that?” He teases, the typical cocky-Kacchan smirk wide on display.

Midoriya snorts. “With those ridiculous biceps, I’m shocked you can’t just brute your way through,” he mumbles unconsciously, cheeks flaring once his brain catches up to his mouth. He lets go of the blonde’s arm and rotates his right shoulder. “Why is it a he? I didn’t realize nonverbal giant blue monsters had a gender,” He blubbers loudly.

Kacchan begins to slide down the side of the beast, shaking his head in contention. “No doubt the villain is a man, so this blue blob is also one by default - a woman would never be so pussy-footed about the attack.” He’s disappearing over the edge with that, hollering back to the smaller hero just as the thing beneath them stirs. “Let’s get this shit over with, Deku!”

The barrage begins and the crowd goes fanatic over Kacchan’s flashy demonstration of skill. Midoriya worries about his situation, fueling his right arm with OFA at its max and punching repeatedly into the flesh (?) around his ankles. The blob thrashes, no doubt sensing its demise, rescinding itself into a small, tougher form. Bakugo is roaring over the noise of battle, a wicked laugh spilling from him as he lets off round after round of his specialty moves and grenades. Izuku has made headway from his end as well with a large crater punched into the monster. 

His legs feel unstable for the first time in a few minutes, hopeful that his feet will be released soon. Then, the grandest explosion of the night rocks everything in the nearby vicinity, Izuku and Bakugo included.

The implosion breaks the now-solid form of the oddity in half, one of Deku’s feet liberated by the blow. His body is pushing hard, all of his quirks working in tandem to keep him largely unharmed since he is still partially bound to it. I’ve got to end this soon - I hope they’ve taken out the sniper.  

Similar to his first move, Izuku sends his tendrils of power out to anchor in the buildings only this time, he snaps up into the air instead of down. He uses his free leg to swipe through the air and create a blast, giving him the velocity needed to flip his body up with the aggressor attached to him. His joints are weeping in agony at the downforce yet he pushes through, rocketing through the air faster than he can organically. Right before he reaches the apex of his ascension he spots the sniper, gun poised high in the air until it targets him. He braces for impact, flipping himself once and tugging on his whips in the opposite direction to bring him slamming back into Earth.

Sharp eyes are narrowingly dangerously at him when he calls out to the older hero. A mere “Kacchan!” is all it takes, the blonde blasting up to meet him halfway. Bakugo sets off a series of firework-like explosions around the bottom of the monster, breaking most of it away as Midoriya drives it down to the ground. His senses are tingling fruitlessly, the intense piercing of a bullet lodging itself into the upper part of his shoulder as he descends, unable to stop his momentum. He winces as he exclaims his victory with a powerful Manchester Smash. The monster cracks into a hundred little pieces, shattering into nothing against the unforgiving street below. 

Midoriya’s foot slips as it’s broken free, his bones protesting the unnatural movement. He knows a fracture like the back of his hands, frowning as the battle officially comes to a close. OFA leaves him as quickly as it’s able, body sagging under the weight of his exhaustion. He wants nothing more than to crumple on the ground and wait for someone else to clean up, but he knows that Rome wasn’t built in a day and his fan base won’t either, so he forces himself to stand. He kicks random pieces of blue stone in hopes they won’t spring to life anytime soon, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Oh, right: his ribs.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he’s shoved roughly, blinding pain stealing his breath. “Oi Deku, you got a death wish or what?” Comes the brash baritone he’s partial to. Deku doesn’t turn immediately and grips his injured shoulder reflexively. “Shit, you got yourself shot. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything, shitty Deku?” The blonde voices, sucking his teeth. “Oi, we need medical for Deku. You guys catch that slimy bitch yet?” Midoriya hears him shout into his communication piece. There’s a brief pause and then an annoyed huff.

Bakugo’s boots are loud against the rubble as he walks around Deku to meet him eye-to-eye. “Hawks wants to know if you can make it inside the agency building.” Midoriya eyes his rival’s body until their gazes intertwine, the blonde sporting a rather displeased expression. Over time, Kacchan has made various changes and improvements to his hero costume, all changes that have showcased a more refined and mature man despite his comically long name. His throat grows uncomfortably tight and he swallows harshly as red clashes with green.

There’s another moment where the Earth is still, the birds are quiet, the fans disappear, and all that remains is Kacchan and Deku.

In his pursuit of avoidance, Midoriya has forgotten how handsome the blonde has grown. He’s grown into his hair which has now been cut shorter and faded on the sides, the extra inches he grew in his senior year complement the weight of his upper body, and he’s wearing earplugs in his trademark orange along with his earpiece. He’s sun-kissed, tan skin everywhere the eye meets - and where it doesn’t, Izuku knows. All around, he’s making the Greek Gods jealous. 

What does Midoriya have? Anxiety, an obsession, a pattern of reckless behavior, and a tendency to isolate himself. Sure he got an undercut a few years ago and blow-dries his hair so it doesn’t puff up in the summer humidity, he’s altered his costume to a darker green and reinforced his boots, and he’s bulked up where he can, but he’s still short and chubby-cheeked and a nerd.

Yet Kacchan is staring like he might just devour him if given the chance.

Kacchan is studying him just as much as he is being studied, taking in every detail he’s also missed over the years they somehow avoided one another like a plague. The air feels static as it did when the blonde pulled him back from the abyss during his vigilante years - when he apologized to him. Those brilliant, observant, vermillion irises shine with what resembles admiration, and the greenette’s chest grows tight. His tongue is lead as they hold their gaze, his breath growing ragged as blood gurgles in the back of his throat.

As quickly as the moment comes it’s gone again, quickly slipping through his fingers as he hacks up the thick liquid building in his lungs. He refuses to stagger, ready to float in case his legs fail him. He quickly wipes his mouth with the back of his glove, face falling as he eyes the stark contrast between his blood against the cream-white material. “I think I have a-” he hacks up a few more droplets, a small gurgle crackling between them. “-punctured lung,” he finishes, hand covering his stained lips. One of the cracked ribs must’ve nicked my lung during that last attack.

“Fuck me. Oi, Deku punctured his lung; I’ll bring him in to Boxy,” Bakugo growls into his mic. He stomps over to the other hero, turns his back to him, and squats down in front of him. “Get on my back, nerd.” He commands, arms extended out in waiting. Midoriya hesitates, rooted to his spot. Is Kacchan seriously asking to give me a piggy-back ride like we’re six again? As if reading his mind, Kacchan barks his final order. “Don’t even start with that overthinking bullshit right now, Deku. Hop on and hold fucking tight!” 

“Hop on, Deku,”

He uses the last of his strength to sling his arms around the explosive hero’s neck, hiking his thighs up Bakugo’s torso to hold him in place without disrupting his fractured ankle. It’s all too reminiscent of a certain position they were in not too long ago, and his ears turn pink with the memory. The movement draws more blood to his lips, the greenette doing his best to draw as much air through his nose into his lungs as possible. He hears the crackle of fluid in them as he does, disappointment filling his demeanor. I’m this injured over a stupid blue blob?

Kacchan doesn’t make a sound as he adjusts, standing up effortlessly like he isn’t carrying Izuku’s heavy form on his back. Being jostled, however minute the blonde attempts it to be, forces him to cough into the small area where Bakugo’s shoulder meets his neck, painting the skin underneath it. He feels eyes on him but keeps his face concealed, body warm as it tries to fight his ailments. 

“Shy all of a sudden, nerd?” Kacchan mumbles just loud enough for Midoriya to hear, glad that he’s hidden from view to avoid suspicion. Bakugo is blasting off after that, racing to the agency just quick enough so that it doesn’t steal the limited breath from Izuku’s lungs. 

A woman is waiting for him at the entrance with a very square-shaped head, ‘Boxy’ Deku presumes, eager to take Midoriya to her office. Someone touches his shoulder, activating a quirk to help him sleep. He feels the darkness pulling at the edges of his vision and consciousness not long after, his arms tightening further around the blonde’s neck. “Kacchan,” he murmurs, words slow to come.

“Just go the fuck to sleep, Deku; Boxy’s healing would make you squirm if you were awake.” He grumbles, turning them around and doing his best to shake Midoriya off of his shoulders. “Here, someone grab him from me. He’s got a bullet wound in his right shoulder and something’s wrong with one of his legs,” he hears, Kacchan’s voice distorted as sleep beckons him. 

“My stuff,” Deku whines, words fat. 

“Deku, let go of me,” Bakugo warns, not quite angry but something other than pleased. 

He refuses to loosen his limbs, tears springing in the corner of his eyes. He’s light-headed from the lack of oxygen, but he pushes that down to savor the moment. It feels so nice to hug Kacchan like this, to smell his quirk up close, to fit alongside his body so well, to be carried, to be noticed.

To be cared for. To be loved.

“Don’ let them take my All Might card…” he half mumbles half slurs, eyes shutting unwillingly. “I’s the one I got with Kacchan …” he hacks up more blood, breath ragged as he inhales what he can. “…priceless…” is all he can manage before the quirk pulls him fully under.

 

“…all I’m saying is that if you weren’t so abusive toward him then maybe he wouldn’t have ended up this way.”

There are some voices in the distance, male, the typical drowsiness and confusion that comes with forced sleep obscuring his senses.

An outraged scoff. “Abusive? C’mon now, Half-and-Half - you and I both know I’m not abusive to him. At least not anymore, and I apologized to him forever ago. What the fuck - I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

A shuffle of feet. “Why Hawks wants you two partnered up is beyond me. I can’t wait until Midoriya leaves you behind and doesn’t look back.”

An amused snort. “Who's been left behind, number twelve? Deku and I just got bumped up two notches. You‘re mad that your boyfriend won’t tell me to get lost?” A thump. “What the fuck have you been doing to get ahead or help him, huh?” A harsh tone. Kacchan, surely. The light in the background grows more intense through his closed lids. He feels his lashes tickle his cheeks in waking.

A brief pause. “I know how he feels at the end of a hard day at work and what he’s thinking about updating on his costume. That’s more than I can say for you, isn’t it?” Midoriya groans, his head shrouded with white light and unclear. The conversation in the room halts immediately, a few steps crossing the room closer to him. “Midoriya?” He hears his boyfriend call to him.

Midoriya regains consciousness of his limbs and drags a heavy hand over his face. “What time is it?” He mumbles, voice laced with sleep.

“It’s a little after noon,” comes Kacchan’s husky baritone.

“He wasn’t asking you,” Todoroki snaps. “It’s 12:18, Midoriya. How are you feeling?” He feels his cool palm trace over the top of his left hand gently. Midoriya scrunches his eyes tightly for a few seconds before slowly blinking them open, adjusting as his body catches up to his mind.

“T-Thanks,” he says as he sits up on his elbows. It’s fuzzy, but he can clearly make out the patterns for his boyfriend’s costume near his left side and Kacchan’s distinct orange and black more central but against the far wall. “Did we get the sniper? What was that monster? What was the villain’s quirk? Did you find them?” His questions come rapid-fire, brain eager to fill in the missing gaps.

Kacchan’s boots scuffle sturdily against the floors. “Yeah. Right after that fucker shot you-“ he starts.

He’s abruptly interrupted by Todoroki. “When Morpher shot your shoulder, Froppy and Red Riot discovered his location and took him into custody. His quirk, Morphing, allows him to morph any inanimate object into whatever he can imagine. The sniper was the villain.”

In front of him, the blonde shifts and uncrosses, then crosses, his other leg. “Fucker wanted to make a stance about how inanimate objects aren’t treated as regular life forms or some shit. What did I tell you? No woman is stupid enough-“

“You were shot in your right shoulder. The bullet fragmented upon impact, but minor surgery was able to remove all of the pieces with minimal scarring. Your right ankle was fractured, and you broke three ribs and punctured your left lung. Ultimate Revelation was able to heal your injuries without long-term damage and minimal recovery time. She does want you to rest for the remainder of the day and take it easy the next two days.”

He hears a low growl across from him, vision clear enough to see the veins in the crook of his neck straining from anger. “Deku, you better say something to your two-toned boyfriend or I’m kicking both of your asses here and now,” he warns.

Fully awake, Midoriya trades glances with the two of his most important people. “Todoroki, what’s going on?”

Todoroki’s face is impassive as always save for a slight downturn of his features. “Nothing. Dynamight was just leaving, right?” His mismatched eyes look back and over to the other hero, red eyes narrowing. 

“Oh fuck off, you Half-and-Half bitch.” Kacchan bites back.

“Enough!” Deku yells, stunning both of them instantly. “Kacchan, would you give us a moment alone please?” He looks over to the blonde apologetically, hunter-green eyes soft as they scan over him.

For a few beats, Bakugo says nothing nor moves a single muscle, fiery eyes trained directly on his boyfriend. “Whatever,” he eventually offers, snarling as he kicks off the ground and swivels to the exit. “I don’t give a fuck.” 

The door slams behind him as he exits, Todoroki’s shoulders dropping once he’s gone. His multi-colored irises scan over Izuku’s condition worryingly, concern laced in his brows. “Sorry about him; you know how he can be. I’ve gotten tired of him picking on you all the time, you know?” His boyfriend days daringly, rubbing his hand.

“Hah, yeah I guess,” Midoriya laughs nervously. Disappointment fills him, sinking his heart; why did he think that Kacchan might fight to stay? “I heard something about Hawks. Is he okay?” He pushes.

Todoroki stops rubbing, waiting a few seconds before patting his hand. “You and Bakugo climbed the popularity polls by two ranks each because of the fight. It was very flashy and many fans recorded it, so it showcased all of your skills perfectly. The performance was stellar enough to Hawks that he decided that as the now sixth and eighth-ranked heroes, you two should be partners from henceforth. He says the fight was an excellent display of your complimentary offensive abilities and communication,” Todoroki finishes, voice weak as he nears the end. 

Deku’s heart stops. “Sixth and eighth…we’re partners?” He murmurs in slight disbelief. He’d thought that the fight had been pretty normal and rather boring compared to his previous ones, but apparently, his fans had loved what they saw enough to make his ranking rocket. As if remembering, he raises his hand. “Oh no, my stuff! I was bringing over my box of stuff from Fat Gum’s agency. Todoroki, do you know where-“

“It’s at your new desk, Midoriya - no need to panic,” he soothes, lacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. “I’ve been given the rest of the day off to help you recover. Would you like to head to my house, eat some ice cream, and watch some movies?”

I want to be cared for.

His lungs ache when he breathes too deeply, butterflies in his chest. He nods, an earnest smile decorating his face. “That sounds great, Todoroki.”

Once Deku’s a hundred percent awake they head out of the infirmary to find Hawks, the greenette giving his report and apologizing for the rough start to their day. Hawks refuses the apology and reiterates what his boyfriend had told him of his new partnership, ordering him to rest and that they would talk and sort the rest of the details out tomorrow morning.

The pair grab Midoriya’s clothing bag off of his new desk, which is situated next to Bakugo and perpendicular to Todoroki, before heading out for the day. Feeling weary from his artificial healing he relishes the contact with his boyfriend, their hands firmly intertwined as they stroll to Todorki’s high-rise.

Deku practically collapses on his couch face-down once they arrive, the comfy sectional worth more than his regular rent. Shoto orders some lunch for them before sitting at the far edge of the couch next to Izuku, running his hand through green locks lightly. “Are you still tired?” He asks quietly.

Deku groans, muffled by the slowly suffocating cushions. He nods his head as much as he’s able, limbs turning into jello with comfort. Todorki pets his head sweetly. “Why don’t you shower and get changed, then we can eat so you can get some more rest?” He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

Midoriya nods, slowly pushing himself off the couch. “You’re probably right. Yeah, let’s do that.” So they do. As soon as Midoriya’s stomach is full he’s asleep again, head in his boyfriend's lap. He almost gets through his entire nap without a single dream until the very end when his body remembers the feel of those callused fingers on his skin, that burning stare, that bruising grip, that-

He’s half-hard and beyond horny when he stirs. He sits up suddenly, arms running to cover his groin and nestle between his thighs. “Todoroki?” He calls out wearily, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. He hears his boyfriend’s voice respond from the kitchen, freshly showered and changed into something moderately casual. He smiles warmly as he watches him finish washing his dishes, always impressed with his prompt cleanliness. “How long was I out?” He asks next, turning his attention to his pockets to try and locate his phone. 

“A few hours. If you’re hungry we can get some dinner,” Todoroki answers him as he shuts off the faucet. By the time Midoriya discovers his phone and unlocks it, he’s overwhelmed by the sheer number of notifications that welcome him. Seeing his expression, his boyfriend starts a new conversation. “The rest of our class was surprised by your new rank. They’ve made plans to go out tonight and have a few drinks to celebrate, but I haven’t responded yet since I wasn’t sure if you would be feeling up for it,” he catches him up.

Deku feels alight with the attention from his friends. “Aww, really? Is everyone from our class going?” With his boner forgotten and temporarily subdued he stands, stretching out his sore limbs; it’s been a while since he’s had to max out more than one quirk at a time. 

Todoroki leaves the kitchen overhead light on as he steps out and toward Midoriya. He nods, double-checking something on his phone. “Yeah, looks like it except for a few who are too far to make it. Even the B class and some of C are coming.”

Feeling more like himself and not a degenerate, hormonal teenager, the greenette is quick on his feet and heads over to where Shoto stands in the dining room. “That’s so sweet of them! How can I deny the opportunity to see everyone tonight?” He wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, squeezing tightly as he buries his head in his chest. “It’s been a while since we both went out, too, Todoroki,” he adds.

That cool hand is rubbing his back as they embrace. “Is drinking the best idea on a Wednesday night, Midroiya? Especially since you have to work with grumpy tomorrow,” he sighs into his hair.

Kacchan? Midoriya hums pensively. “I see your point, but these things change all the time. We’re the first ones to move higher than ninth; this is a pretty large deal. Why don’t I head home to change and freshen up, grab some dinner at that Italian place, and then meet everyone for just a couple of hours? We can always leave early if it gets too crazy,” he bargains.

After some deliberation, Todoroki places a small peck at the crown of his head. “Alright - but I’m only staying for an hour.”

Midoriya beams. “Okay!”

 

The club is packed when they arrive. 

Izuku does his best to match his partner’s energy, dressing in black, slim-fit jeans, a distressed, oversized white tee, and his staple red high-tops. It’s simple, and casual, yet enough to set him apart from the others. He’s put some product in his hair to help tame it and accent its wavy texture, effectively sprucing him up and accentuating his freckles.

They’re running a tad behind from a slow dinner service, so by the time they enter the club all of his friends and ex-classmates are in the middle of a round of shots. “Deku!” Ochako squeals, slamming back her drink before excitedly running over to him. She pulls him into a large, crushing embrace. “It’s been so long! Tokyo is way too big,” she chuckles, cheeks a deep pink from the alcohol in her system. She’s already drunk.

He hugs her back just as tightly, wincing gently as her chest pushes against his bruised ribs. “It’s so nice to see you, Ochako! I’m so glad everyone decided to hang out,” he cheers, stepping away after an appropriate amount of time to be welcomed by all of his other friends. He’s bombarded with hugs and pats on the back, a handshake by Iida, and numerous high-fives. He joins in their next round of shots, taking two to make up for the time he’s missed.

Todoroki joins him at first, slowing down after the first few rounds and excusing himself for preferring not to get drunk during the week. The mass of his class made their way over to the dance floor, joining others who were already there. Among the sea of people, he spots the familiar light spiky hair that he dreams about, taking in his effortless appearance. Kacchan has his piercings in, ears littered with cartilage and lobe piercings all clad in a black-coated metal. They decorate his sharp features nicely and match his faded gray v-neck and dark blue slim jeans. He turns away before his rival can catch him staring, navigating his way through the crowd until he’s nestled amongst his friends. 

The night runs past him in a blur.

There are several toasts, free rounds of shots paid for by one hero or another, and lots of cheers and requests. He makes sure he’s able to dance and see the good majority of his close friends, cheesing at every opportunity. They’ve been dancing and drinking for over an hour and a half when he feels the ground swirl beneath his feet, the full effects of those preliminary shots hitting him at full force. He stumbles into Todoroki’s chest after tripping over someone else’s foot, his hands atop his partner’s pecs gingerly for balance. “Woah, you alright?” Comes the concerned tone of his boyfriend, Izuku wearing that lazy smile he only acquires when drunk.

He can feel Todoroki’s heart race from underneath his button-up shirt, the heat from his body pulling Izuku in. He turns to face him fully and loosely encloses his neck with his wrists, stars in his green eyes as he admires him. “Hi,” he giggles, cheeks aching with how much he’s been smiling that night. Shoto meets his gaze, suspicion coated in his two-toned irises.

“Hi Midoriya,” he murmurs. They’re both still moving to the beat of whatever song is playing around them albeit a tad slower than the rest. Todoroki lightly rests his hands on Midoriya’s waist, the movement so gentle he barely feels it. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little drunk,” comes that gentle voice.

He’s shoved once more by whoever is behind him, Kaminari most likely, until he’s pressed flush against his partner, their lower halves rubbing up against one another roughly. Deku gasps, cheeks darkening with the heat that soars through him at that much-wanted friction. He hasn’t had much physical touch with the other man since…well. The mental image of his last sexual encounter with someone else gives him a chubby off-rip, lids falling as he sets his intentions. 

Todoroki blushes, eyes blinking slowly. His hands are trying to separate their bodies and allow for some space, but Midoriya shakes his head in protest. He tightens the slack of his arms around the taller hero’s neck, biting his lip and giggling at his alcohol-ridden thoughts. “Todoroki, it’s a little hot in here, right?” He breathes, scanning his face for any signs of wanting. 

It’s hard to tell what is crossing the other’s mind between his impaired brain and the coiling in the pit of his stomach. Whatever satisfactory and proper response his boyfriend gives him isn’t enough to answer his desires, so the greenette leans in closer until they’re chest-to-chest and his head can rest on his shoulder. He holds him tightly, sighing at the close contact. “Todoroki,” he sings. “I’m having so much fun,” he giggles slowly.

He feels Todoroki pull back from him enough that he has to move his chin away, back to looking up at mismatched eyes. Something is swirling in those light eyes, fueling the fire in his veins. The dual-toned hero swallows, scanning over Midoriya with his typical blank expression. “Do you think it’s time to head home? I don’t want you to regret coming out in the morning.”

Annoyance sparks within him; why can’t Todoroki just take the hint? He’s drunk, dancing up against him, and he’s fucking ranked sixth! He fights rolling his eyes, one of his hands absentmindedly ruffling through the hairs at the nape of his neck. “C’mon, let’s stay a little longer,” he whines, lips pouting. He hears Kirishima’s goofy laugh clearly, eyes tracking the movement behind his boyfriend. Bakugo and Red Riot are bumping shoulders, a devilish grin on the blonde’s face as they slam back a shot. A pretty girl is hanging off his arm, largely ignored but doing her best to press her rounded chest into him. 

Jealousy runs rampant through Midoriya as he stares at them. He knows Kacchan isn’t gay, not exclusively, and he knows the reputation that he has for making fan girls cry, yet something settles wrongly within him at the sight. He tightens his hold on Todoroki’s hair, the scarred man jolting a tad in reaction. Just as he does Bakugo’s gaze flitters over to him, red irises boring through him. The music fades away as they’re locked in a staring match, groin stirring as he remembers how sinful those eyes dissected him that night.

Then, the fan girl rubs her breasts against him shamelessly, leaning up to whisper something in his ear.

“Midoriya, are you ready to-” Todoroki starts. Deku doesn’t let him get far before he rushes in to kiss him, lips landing sloppily as he reinvades his space. It takes a moment for his partner to respond and kiss him back, their lips moving against one another in a practiced rhythm. Midoriya darts his tongue out, licking at his parted lips eagerly. The slick feeling of their appendages together drives his body into overdrive, his cock stirring to life and growing headily against the other man. Curiously, Deku peeps a glance back at Kacchan in the midst of it all.

What he finds has him moaning into Todoroki’s mouth.

Kacchan is very obviously displeased. The grin he was sporting has fallen and his lips are pulled together in a tight line. He shrugs his shoulders, jostling the girl on his arm, those red eyes never leaving him. Making a show of it, Deku lets his lashes close and kisses up Todoroki’s jaw, giving a languid lick up the shell of his ear and whispering in his ear. “Todo, I want you,” he whines, rocking into him gently.

When he opens his eyes again, Kacchan is gone and the girl has been left alone and upset.

The smile that splits his face is painful, giggles erupting from him as he clocks the mental win. Kacchan feels something for me. He kisses his way back to his boyfriend’s mouth, slotting his thigh between one of Todoroki’s legs to make his intention more prominently known. He’s able to kiss his lips a few more times before he feels the other pull back away from him, arms moving from his waist to tug back his arms. “Midoriya, I think we should go.”

Anger bubbles dangerously right along his heat. He whines again, leaning back in to land a few more pecks in hopes of changing his mind. His partner allows them but shoves him more aggressively, hands firmly pressed against his shoulders as he steps away. “Midoriya, stop!” He hisses, frowning with that disappointed look.

He sobers up a little, brows knitting in confusion. “What?” He bites, smile dropping. Todoroki runs a hand through his hair and averts his eyes from the shorter hero to look at their surroundings. Midoriya pauses enough for the other to turn his attention back, but when he doesn’t, he bites the inside of his cheek to suppress some of his emotions. “Are you serious, Todoroki?”

The music drowns out their conversation to other prying ears, but his partner’s voice is loud and clear as they argue. “You know how I feel about it; I don’t want to go that far,” Todoroki deadpans, eyes still looking anywhere but down at the greenette.

Something changes and Midoriya forgets that he loves his boyfriend for a few minutes, selfish thoughts rising to the forefront of his mind. He tenses, fists clenching at his sides. “Why don’t you want me, Todoroki?” He asks, voice steady and chilling. Still, Shoto doesn’t meet his eyes and doesn't offer up an answer that will pacify him. Enough time passes that the song changes and Deku’s wishes along with it. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand and sighs deeply through his nose. “You know what? Fine; I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” his voice wobbles at the end, feet carrying him away from the crowd.

He hears Shoto call out after him, trying to reach him, but the noise falls on deaf ears as he beelines for the restroom. He barrels inside, crashing into the first available stall and slamming the door shut behind him. Humiliation and dejection take over his psyche, begging tears to spill from him. He bites his lip until it bleeds to halt his crying, proving effective as they refrain from falling. He spends a while in the stall regulating his breathing and getting away from the insufferable reality of his relationship until he regains his composure enough to check his phone.

‘I’m heading home. Please text me when you get back safely.’ Is the only thing Todoroki has left him with when he scrolls through his notifications, and a hole forms in his heart.

Why couldn’t Todoroki love like he loved him?

He gets a text from Ochako inquiring about his location and inviting him back for another round. Normally, Deku would pass and complain about not enjoying going to work hungover, but his dispute with Shoto has sobered him up enough that he craves the lowered inhibitions that only certain substances can give him. 

Fuck it, he sighs, exiting the stall to fix his hair and head back into the heart of the action.

He heads to the bar immediately and slams a few more celebratory rounds to make up for the ground he’s lost. Ochako pulls him back into the heart of the crowd without skipping a beat, the two of them partying for a little while longer. That nagging feeling of self-loathing is ever present although he’s trying his best to forget, and eventually, his mind drifts back to Kacchan.

He feels something for me. He wanted me once. Am I that undesirable? Feeling depressed, Deku excuses himself and steps away, leaving the club entirely to get some fresh air. God, don’t I feel like an idiot right now? I got jealous, tried to rile Kacchan up, and now I’ve been rejected by my boyfriend. Again. 

The hole in his chest gets wider by the second. He can’t stop replaying the moment Todoroki flat-out rejected his advances, feeling more than a little responsible for the outcome. He starts in the direction opposite the club, desperate to get away from the place where it happened. He begins to walk back in the direction of his home until he notices that he’s passing by Kacchan’s apartment building.

How does he know? Only because Kirishima also lives there and he happened to stumble upon him before. He feels tears building behind his eyes the longer he waits in front of the building, his drunken mind determined to see the blonde and vent his frustrations.

He’s well aware of how impractical that sounds since he and Bakugo barely talk as it is, but his blood alcohol level says otherwise. He’s the only person who thinks we suck as a couple, comes the truth. He doesn’t remember getting to the door or knocking, but suddenly, he remembers he’s been drinking and has to hold onto the door frame for leverage.

The picture that greets him is enough to make his head spin again. Kacchan has already dressed down and is clad in a black cotton tee and a matching pair of sweatpants, piercings still decorating his ears. He curses under his breath when the door is open wide enough to see Deku’s wary statue and crosses his arms tightly across his chest. His muscles are vulgar today, his arm sleeve bulging around the meat of his biceps. “What the fuck do you want, shitty Deku?”

Midoriya winces, eyes watering rapidly. Back to shitty Deku again. “Kacchan, can I come in?” He asks, trying his best not to sob in the middle of the hallway. 

Bakugo doesn’t hesitate. “I don’t take sloppy seconds,” he deadpans, his voice hard and words clipped. “If that’s what you’re here for then get the fuck out.”

Ashamed and embarrassed, heavy tears begin to spill over his waterline and down his face. “N-No, I just wanna… Can I come in, please?” He sobs, hands coming to wipe his eyes. 

“Go away, Deku.” He reinforces. “You want to slow me down tomorrow? It’s bad enough you’re already a fucking drunk trainwreck - I don’t need a sleep-deprived idiot, too,” he sneers.

The blonde moves to shut the door in his face and Deku pushes himself in the way to stop it. It bangs against his injured shoulder noisily, the greenette exhaling deeply. “Kacchan!” He cries, knees wobbly with emotion. “Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” he repeats many times over in rapid succession, bawling in the entryway to the other’s apartment.

Does nobody want me? Am I not good enough for anyone? 

“Alright! Shut the fuck up before I get another noise complaint!” He feels rough hands at his shoulders forcing him inside and hears the slam of the door behind him as soon as he’s through, knocking him out of his mantra. “Fuck, Deku! What the fuck is the matter you, shitty nerd? You were just happy as shit in the club less than an hour ago.”

His feet stumble, tripping over themselves, and he thumps heavily into the blonde’s chest. He wraps his arms around his midsection instantly, holding on to avoid tripping again. Kacchan’s familiar cologne is thick and Deku breathes in the aroma haughtily. “Kacchan,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into the hard muscles below.

Bakugo sucks his teeth, hands fall slack at his sides to avoid touching the younger hero. “I’m not the one for sympathy or advice. Why don’t you go ask your boyfriend what to do or how to feel?” He grimaces, fists clenching and then unclenching. When Midoriya says nothing he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, choosing to ignore the arms wrapped around him and the snot getting in his shirt. 

After a few minutes of letting it out on Kacchan, an immovable pillar of support beside him, Deku sniffles and slows down until he blinks the last of his tears away. A beat, and then he’s getting right to the root of his anxiety. “Why doesn’t he want me?” He just barely whispers, his throat raw from the screaming and laughing all night. 

Bakugo sighs through his nose. “Nerd, I’m really not in the mood to deal with your crybaby shit right now. Isn’t this Round Cheek’s job?” He grabs him and uses his strength advantage to pry his arms from around his torso, doing his best to push him off. Deku, however, doesn’t budge and instead, squeezes him tighter. “What, you think we’re friends now, 'cause we fucked?” He asks darkly.

Deku’s face contorts with a mixture of every emotion in the book although his drunk brain decides to skip past the insult. “Kacchan saved my stuff. Thank you,” he murmurs into his chest, taking the liberty to fill his nostrils with the other hero’s scent while he can. Bakugo doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything other than stand there as Midoriya hugs him. 

“What do you want from me Deku, huh?” He gruffs, his voice a tad softer than it was before. The vibrations from his deep baritone tickle the smaller man’s cheeks, and the greenette feels waterworks coming again. 

What do I want? I want Kacchan. I want to be loved, to be cared for, to be wanted. I want to be friends with Kacchan. I want him to like me, to listen to me, to spend time with me. He’s letting me hug him, he let me cry and touch him, tease him. He didn’t kick me out. What do I want? What more could I want?

The ground finally feels a bit more stable under him. His brain is slow to catch up as he pulls back, studying the blonde’s face. It’s impassive, a little weary, but more than anything it’s cautious and apprehensive. His eyes are just as mesmerizing as always, that deep red drawing him in while simultaneously glaring a warning. I want…

With liquid courage flowing through his veins, Deku pushes up to the balls of his feet and places a quick peck on his lips, chaste and as innocent as can be.

The second their mouths touch dooms Izuku forever.

Kacchan tastes like the rest of him, like smoke and heat and sweetness all at once. His lips are warm and more opulent than he could’ve imagined, moist and pillowy and right. It gives him goosebumps all over and fills him with warmth. The feeling is short-lived, however, and just as quickly as they meet Bakugo is shoving him off.

Deku stumbles back and uses Kacchan’s arms to steady himself as the ground starts to shift again. “Fuck me - I knew this was a bad idea,” the blonde curses, the back of his right hand covering the lower half of his face. There’s a slight tint to the very tops of his cheeks, the only tell that he might not be as experienced kissing as Izuku is. “Deku, I don’t kiss.”

Kacchan doesn’t like to kiss, but Kacchan came in me. Kacchan didn’t like to see me kissing Todoroki. Deku is giggling again, goofy and carefree as he revels in some form of a win. Kacchan is a walking contradiction; he doesn’t kiss but will have unprotected sex with someone he’s bullied for years.

Midoriya can’t tear his eyes away from him, his large orbs focused entirely on his crush. “Kacchan,” he purrs, walking his fingers up the blonde’s torso starting just below the navel. Bakugo’s muscles tense underneath the tips of his fingers, the greenette humming in observation. “You don’t like how I kiss?” He asks with faux-innocence, hoping to incite a response similar to the one he earned in the club.

Katsuki stops him, his fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist. “Don’t get cute with me, nerd,” he warns, grip strengthening. 

Midoriya fights back a whimper, eyes glossy as his head swims; he’s too drunk to fight back. Maybe this isn’t a good idea, he wonders idly. The blonde’s grip reminds him of the night he got ruined, those tough hands digging into his hip bones and pinning his thighs in place. That abandoned heat from earlier returns to the pit of his stomach and travels downward, triggering a bundle of feelings that Todoroki left him behind with.

“What?” He gasps, puckering his bottom lip and batting his eyelashes at the other hero. “You didn’t like how I kissed Todoroki, either,” he chuckles, shifting back onto the balls of his feet to kiss the small of his neck.

Suddenly, he’s forced against the wall and both of his hands are pinned above his head before he can make contact. He giggles as his head bangs against the plaster, a dull ache forming at the crown of his head. Kacchan’s gaze is nothing less than predatory and furious, eyes narrowed dangerously thin as he stares down at him. “Fuck you, Deku. You think you’re fucking funny?” He spits, seething. 

Midoriya hums thoughtfully, tilting his head as he tries to sort through his thoughts. He’s all over the place, mentally and emotionally, but he’s put himself in this position willingly so he might as well take full advantage of his impairment. With a spur of courage, he hikes one of his legs up Bakugo’s side, hooking it around his waist so that he can bring the other one up, both legs crossed tightly at his back. He laughs breathily and nods cheekily. “Mmhm,” he answers. “This seems oddly familiar.”

Bakugo leans in, their foreheads practically touching and their noses just a breath-width apart. “You’re beyond aggravating,” he says in a hushed tone. His lips are slightly parted, something Deku doesn’t miss, and the pinned hero tilts his head just enough to swipe his tongue across the blonde’s bottom lip. Bakugo curses and Midoriya titters. “This shit is gonna get you hurt.” He tightens his hold on the wrists pinned above him. “You act all innocent and shit because you’re drunk - pretending that you don’t know why the fuck you came here or what kind of shit you pulled earlier.” 

His grip turns painful, veins pumping intensely under those rough fingers. His voice drops an octave, that dominating tone sending shivers down his spine immediately. “You know why you’re here,” he points out, switching both wrists under the hold of one hand so that his right one can grip his chin. “I fuck you real good last time, hm? Can’t stop your little nerd brain from thinking about me?” Ashamed, Deku tries to turn his head away from him, cheeks red. His grip holds firm on his chin and prevents him from turning away, an evil grin slowly spreading as he continues to tease. 

“You think of me when you were kissing that little boyfriend of yours, hm?” Kacchan brushes his knee up against his groin and a small moan escapes Midoriya as his want is rekindled. His hand moves from his chin to cupping his face almost tenderly, thumb rubbing over his lips leisurely. His eyes are half-lidded and a deep shade of red, and his lashes are tickling his own. “Is this what you want, Izuku?” He whispers, leaning in to meet his lips. 

Time stills for Midoriya again.

He’s anything but inexperienced, Deku quickly notices. Their second kiss is slow and pensive, but once his brain wades through the fog enough to recognize their situation, the greenette is moving their lips together languidly and moaning lowly, arching into his knee immodestly. The hand cupping his face shifts so that his thumb can rub his rival’s cheek caringly. 

Kacchan just kissed me! Kacchan is kissing me. Kacchan is kissing me!

Bakugo is the first to open up, inviting Deku in and tracing the shape of his tongue with his own. Midoriya’s body grows impossibly hot, his head light and groin stirring at how wet his bully’s mouth is. Midoriya struggles against the hold on his wrists, hands itching to grab at the other hero. Kacchan holds him firmly and nips at his lips as they make out.

Kacchan pulls back a couple of minutes later, the Earth continues to spin, and Midoriya feels drunker than he has all night. “Is that what you wanted, hm?” Bakugo rasps. He pants lightly, eyes following the string of spit between them. When he reunites gazes with the blonde, his heart stops when they meet; his expression is closed off, jaw set tight and eyes downcast in a disapproving manner. Deku doesn’t answer, frozen in place by those piercing ruby irises. “Good - cause it’s the last time I’ll ever do it,” he announces, dropping his hand away from his face.

What?

Midoriya blinks in confusion. “W-What?” He exhales.

Bakugo’s leer is unforgiving. “Consider it payback for that little maneuver you pulled earlier. I’ll be damned if I’m outdone by that Half-and-Half fuck,” he spits. He follows it with a sigh, recomposing himself with a crack of his neck. “I don’t kiss the people I fuck. If you’re here because you want to feel loved and cared for and shit, go back to your limp-dick boyfriend,” he removes his knee from Deku’s groin and the greenette whines at the loss of contact.

He feels the blonde’s grip loosening, and his anxiety spikes at the idea of him leaving. Deku increases the pressure of his legs around Bakugo’s waist, holding him close. “Kacchan,” he sobs, body craving the other’s continued touch. “Kacchan, please,” he repeats, a nonverbal request that he hopes his new work partner will understand. 

He sucks his teeth. “Please what, Deku? I’m not gonna cuddle you and kiss you goodnight; we’re not even friends,” he murmurs. Midoriya whimpers, arching back into him needily. He’s fully hard now, the feel of Kacchan’s tongue tracing the interior of his mouth a constant repetition in his mind. “I told you I don’t take someone else’s seconds. If you want me this bad, you should’ve thought about that before you were all over that two-toned fuck.”

“N-No,” Midoriya manages, face entirely red with a blush. “We didn’t… I didn’t…” he can’t finish, biting his lip and shutting his eyes painfully. We never do anything.

Those calloused fingers slip under his shirt and are running over the expanse of his abdomen when he interjects. “Didn’t what, nerd?” That hand increases its grip on Deku’s wrists, ab muscles set ablaze wherever Kacchan’s fingers touch. “Your body is starved for touch, just begging someone to fuck you; he still hasn’t?” The blonde jabs, a hand traveling south to toy with the waistband of his pants. 

Midoriya attempts to speak and tries to defend his boyfriend for what it’s worth, but Bakugo continues to prod into his sex life (or lack thereof) and tease him, taunting him for more information until the OFA successor can’t hold it in any longer. “H-He doesn’t want me!” He squeaks out, tears making their way down his face for the millionth time that month.

The blonde undoes his jeans, that dangerous appendage of his dipping below his boxers and brushing against the coarse hair there and coaxing him to continue. “I want… I want to so badly, but h-he just…” he sobs, embarrassed on behalf of their relationship. “He says he can’t, or won’t, some excuse. Says he doesn’t want to go a-all the way,” he stutters, his boner twitching painfully.

Kacchan hums, hand traveling further until his knuckles kiss the hardened length nestled below. Deku lets out a low groan, shoulders flexing as he wriggles in the other hero’s grasp. “Not ‘all the way’, huh? So what - you came on his fingers?” Bakugo trails his fingers down Midoriya’s member, testing and gauging his reaction. Deku is a mess, mumbling something incoherent. “He let you suck him off yet? Gave him a strip tease or somethin’?” He interrogates.

With another sob, Izuku shakes his head. “N-No, just kiss, just rub,” he divulges. “With our clothes on,” he whispers as an afterthought, soul dying at the admission. Kacchan stills, fingers tapping lightly against his waning cock. Fuck it. He’s right, isn't he? This is what I wanted - to be with Kacchan. To sleep with him, be touched by him, used by him; to be wanted by him. “J-Just Kacchan.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath followed by a palm cupping his cock gingerly. “Just me?” Deku nods, breath stolen from him. Kacchan moans into his neck, swooping down to lick at the side of his throat. “Tell me, Deku.”

Swallowing, Midoriya forces the rest of his inhibitions out of his mind, entering a place similar to the one he was in not too long ago. He licks his lips, reopening his eyes to watch the blonde fondle him. He groans, obliging with his request. “Kacchan’s the only one w-who's touched me like this,” he admits, guilt prickling the back of his eyes.

He’s a horrible person.

This is a clear turn-on for his rival as he growls in response, wrapping his fingers around Midoriya’s cock eagerly. Deku moans, bringing the blonde closer to him using his legs. He feels the familiar outline of the other’s erection at his backside, heart singing with the revelation. Kacchan wants me! “Fuck,” Bakugo curses, those sharp canines dragging across the long edge of his neck tauntingly. “Is that why you were teasing me like that in the club, hm?” He bites his neck, sucking hauntingly. He lets go with a pop, tracing over his teeth marks, something that Deku is remarking as a favorite of his. 

“You’re such a fucking slut, batting those pretty fucking eyes at me while you’re making out with that bitch,” he growls, pumping his member slowly. Deku mewls against him, mouth parted as each lewd noise leaves him. “I knew you were begging for it again, pleading for me to fuck you senseless.” He sucks another part of his neck, drawing multiple whimpers from the smaller man. “That’s why you came here crying like a big baby, hm? You wanted me to fuck you again?”

Deku cries, arching into him shamelessly in place of a response. His cock leaks, Kacchan’s thumb spreading the precum over his length to help his strokes. “You don’t feel bad, hm?” His voice drops, husky and gravelly as it was the first time things got serious. Alarm bells are ringing in the greenette’s head but he ignores them, body singing with pleasure. His thick hands feel so different than his own wrapped around his member, the feeling something he’ll never forget. 

“You don’t feel guilty for sitting on my cock while you’re with him?” He rubs his thumb around the tip of his hardness, focusing on the sensitive slip there. No noise leaves the younger hero, a moan trapped in his throat as he’s toyed with. “Did you feel good cuddling with him with my come leaking out of you?” He taunts.

Midoriya comes apart, trashing in his hold. His dick aches with how turned on he is, large tears dropping continuously from his waterline as he recalls that occasion. Yes, he pushes down. Yes, I felt so good. “Tell me, Deku - tell me how fucked up you are, tell me how much you love being ruined by your boyfriend’s partner,” he commands, teeth digging hard enough to draw blood. 

Midoriya gasps, tears pausing with the pain. Kacchan sucks hard, drawing a whimper from him. “Y-Yes!” He shrieks. “I ah, I love it! I can’t…I didn’t let them heal me all the way, j-just to feel Kacchan a little longer,” he confesses, head swimming. He can’t control what comes out of his mouth anymore, the combination of lust, humiliation, and drunkenness is too much for him. “I dream about K-Kacchan every night,” he adds.

The blonde moans, pumping him faster without relinquishing his mouth on his neck. “I fucking knew it, you pervert,” he insults. At last, he pulls off his neck, admiring his work for a moment before removing his hand from under the greenette’s waist. He scans his hand for a moment before showing it off to Deku with a sneer. “Look at how messy you are.”

Kacchan extends his arm enough to press his palm against Deku’s lips, urging him to lick. The younger hero obliges, his tongue darting out and licking him slowly. He tastes his own precome, similar to his semen, but more bitter and less sticky. Once there’s enough off, the blonde turns it to grip his jaw.

“Deku,” he purrs, licking the area at the edge of his lips. “I don’t like to share,” he whispers against the corner of his mouth. Midoriya’s breathing is quick, his heart dancing wildling in his chest. He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down gently for a moment. “If I fuck you more than once, I want to be the only one. I want to be able to fuck you whenever I need and I don’t wanna share this ass with anyone else. You get me, you freaky nerd?” 

Deku swallows heavily, eyes wide at the proposition. Exclusive? The blonde crawls his hand down his jaw until it meets the junction with his neck. “I’m not fucking nice.” He presses his index finger and thumb on either side of the area near his tonsils. “I don’t give a fuck if someone catches us,” he starts, squeezing gently until Midoriya’s heartbeat is in his ears. “I don’t care if Half-and-Half calls you his boyfriend or he holds your hand and all that pussy shit; I know who you’ll come crawling back after you go too long without me.” 

Midoriya can’t breathe, his voice hitching in his throat. Kacchan doesn’t let up, adding a little more intention behind his fingers until Midoriya’s limbs start to feel light. “Deku, I don’t love you.” Midoriya’s heart stops, his fingers tingling from the lack of oxygen. “I don’t love you and I won’t kiss you, cuddle you, or let you fall asleep in my arms. I don’t give a shit if you ruin your relationship because he can’t satisfy you,” he bites, Deku getting that familiar feeling of white-static when he’s being choked.

“We’re not even friends. Partners, now, but I don’t mind having you as a fuck toy - you get one chance.” Deku reels from the vulgarity and insensitive words he’s spewing, dick aching with hardness while black curves in at the edges of his vision. Am I getting hard at this? “Tell me, Izuku .” The greenette whimpers. “Are you leaving, or am I using that tight hole of yours tonight?” 

Deku almost comes on the spot, sobbing, begging for it. Oh my god, yes. He wails, tilting his chin and bucking up lightly. He starts giggling from the lack of air, body light as air, moaning into his touch. Then, those fingers are off his neck and there’s a thumb massaging his larynx, coaxing him to talk. He breathes in deeply, sucking air in as quickly as he’s able. “Yes! God, yes; I don’t care, I-I don’t care just fuck me Kacchan!”

So Kacchan does.

They fuck time and time again in every position Midoriya can think of. From the back standing up, on all fours, with his back on the table, against the wall, on the floor, and over the couch. Every time they come he thinks it might be over, their night might be finished, but one of them is raving the other up and is ready to go not too long after. Kacchan fucks the alcohol out of his system, and Deku is tired but surprisingly sober after the ordeal. He aches everywhere and is covered in bruises, most pointedly finger-shaped ones at his neck (that’s new).

True to his word, Kacchan eventually kicks him out after ordering him a secure car home. “Go back before your momma’s boy comes to bring you flowers and you’re gone,” he argued. Midoriya’s too high on the afterglow of sex to argue, and he passes out blissfully the minute his head hits the pillow, semen drying on the inside of his thigh. 

When he wakes up the following morning, he feels like a cheap whore. 

Much to his chagrin he wakes up late and has to take a condensed, panicked shower in or to rid himself of the evidence from last night and the ickiness of his club. His hair is still damp by the time he gets dressed for work, thankful he was told to rest another day as his neck is visibly abused and he wears bite marks on his good shoulder. He throws a random, heavy hoodie with some slacks on and races out the door. 

To his surprise, Todoroki is waiting outside his building with a bouquet. He stalls, stopping to receive them and hear his boyfriend’s apology. He thanks him and they head to work together, but Deku doesn’t remember what he said. 

There are quite a few smaller heroes who are congratulating him as he walks through the front doors and to the elevator, on his way to meet with his new boss. He nods and thanks them all with a grand smile, genuinely happy for the praise. Todoroki splits from him at some point to get changed for work, now partnered for patrol with Creation in another section, right before the greenette goes up to the top floor.

Hawks is waiting for him when he enters the office, Kacchan dressed down and standing off to the side of his desk. “Deku, it’s nice of you to join us this morning,” Hawks states with a small quirk of his brow. “How are you feeling from yesterday?”

The green hero wrings his hands together anxiously within the large pocket of his hoodie. “Better, thank you, although I was exhausted and was kept awake by a few aches and sores,” he bluffs. Well, he was exhausted and was kept awake, just not by his injuries. My ribs are tender, however.

Hawks hums, patting a folder atop his desk absentmindedly. “Yeah, Revelation told me you would need another day's rest. Well, as you may have heard, after that tremendous display of teamwork and balance yesterday between you and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, I’ve decided to pair you two up from here on out. You’ll cover sector three since it’s a higher priority, and Todoroki is moving to sector five. For now, you can adhere to Dynamight’s schedule. Today, I want you to show Deku around and get some sparring in to familiarize yourselves. I know you got ahead of it yesterday, but it’s still important to create good cooperation. Any questions?” Hawks asks the two, Deku shaking his head. “Great. Dismissed,” he ends.

With that settled, Deku and Kacchan leave together, the shorter hero asking to set up some things at his desk before moving on with the rest of the day. After setting up Bakugo gives him a tour of the agency, Deku is already partially familiar with most of it since he visits Todoroki often enough, showing him to his designated locker and costume design cubby. Midoriya beans at the technology and possibilities, already jotting down new ideas and improvements for his suit.

He finds that despite their history, Bakugo is beyond cordial and tame when at work. There are still jabs and minuscule insults thrown his way, Kacchan still calls everyone by the nicknames he’s compiled for them, and he’s still as blunt and direct as always. They separate for a few hours to catch up on work and eat their respective lunches, and then the fated time to spar comes near the end of their day. 

They meet on the tenth floor, the entire level designated for training and sparring with a few rooms, so Deku makes sure to block their room off appropriately to ensure others know it’s occupied. They’re both dressed in their hero uniforms minus their gadgets and headgear, Bakugo is already amid his stretches by the time Deku arrives. “Took you long enough; you got lost or what?” Comes the annoyed growl from the blonde. 

Midoriya ignores the insult, rolling his eyes as he heads to the wall adjacent to Kacchan to start his stretch routine. “It is my first day, technically - am I not allowed some slack?” He maneuvers into a deep squat, holding that position for fifteen seconds before jumping up, and then lowering back into the squat. “Plus, I’m still on mandated rest for today and injured; be nice, Kacchan,” He teases. His bottom aches, a small whimper escaping him as he does his best to hold his position. It feels nice to stretch his glutes after a long day of activity, but the soreness around his hole is new. The position starts to grow massively uncomfortable the longer he holds it. Active stretches are best before activity, he reminds himself, jumping back up and repeating that particular stretch a few times until he’s satisfied.

Nearby, he can practically hear the grin splitting Kacchan’s face. “Whatever you wanna tell yourself, nerd,” he rebuttals in the middle of a low, side lunge. They finish their warm-ups with some miscellaneous idle chatter, nothing out of the ordinary. They go over a few sparring rules, largely sticking with the rules used at UA during their senior year, and begin. They exchange blows and dance around one another for a while, familiarizing themselves with their talents again.

Eventually, they turn up the heat, going all out and using their specialty moves to the best of their abilities without injuring the other party. Midoriya is having a blast, thoroughly enjoying the display of the blonde’s skills and the challenge that he presents. Sure, sparring with Todoroki and Kirishima is fun, but after so long sparring with the same people it’s nice to change it up.

Remarkably, the chemistry between him and his new partner is unlike any other hero he’s worked with, and Deku can’t help but grow his admiration for the man; should he really be that surprised? It is Kacchan, he thinks. Kacchan is amazing.

They end up in the training room for about three hours before they exhaust themselves, finishing their day similarly to how the match started: stretching. Deku ends the day with static stretches, holding his positions of choice for a minute or so until he’s relaxed. When the pair vacate the floor and head for the showers Midoriya realizes they’ve gone an hour over their scheduled shift end, groaning as he checks his phone.

He has a few texts from his boyfriend asking about dinner and where he is, then one more recently to inform him that he was heading home and would catch him tomorrow. “Ugh,” he sighs as he undresses, starting the shower faucet until it’s steaming hot. 

He hears the patter of his feet before he sees Kacchan. “What’s up with you? I didn’t beat your ass hard enough?” He huffs, starting the shower a few stalls over. 

Deku hangs his head directly under the spray of the shower, letting the steaming water cascade down his neck and back until it completely saturates his thick hair. He rakes his hands through his hair, tilting his head back to get his bangs. “I missed dinner with Todoroki 'cause our spar went late,” he frowns, moving to lather his shampoo in his hand and spread it through his locks. 

A snort. “Don’t sound too disappointed, nerd; someone might think you’re disingenuous,” Bakugo retorts, already shampooing his hair. 

Midoriya pauses briefly, hands full of suds. “What do you mean, Kacchan?”

Bakugo continues his extensive hair routine without hesitation. “Most people would say that your ‘ugh’ was more annoyed than disappointed. Personally, I could give two shits, but one of your other nerd friends might not.”

Deku groans, resuming washing his hair. “They’re your friends too, Kacchan,” he points out. A silence falls over them after that, the only noise is the sound of water hitting various surfaces and spiraling down the drain. Eventually, the greenette is the first to finish, shutting off the water quickly and toweling off as quickly as he’s able. “What are you doing after this, Kacchan?”

There’s a halting of movement. “Deku,” Bakugo warns. Midoriya finishes towel drying his hair until it’s damp, wrapping the fabric over his midsection to gather his bath items and head into the locker space. “Why the fuck do you care?” The blonde mumbles, tone aggressive and defensive. 

Once he has all of his items, the younger hero heads back to his locker, eyes catching Kacchan’s broad back and small waist as he passes. It’s not even fair, he muses silently as he admires him, eyes tracing the faint red lines where Deku had dug his nails into him. It was so easy for him to bulk up at UA. I had to train day and night with All Might for three years to get close.

“See something you like, nerd?” Bakugo snickers, turning his head back to flash him a wide-toothed grin, all canines. 

At the moment, Deku knows he should feel bad. Hell, he should’ve started feeling bad a month ago when he came to the blonde’s sex talk, yet all he feels is that familiar flush of heat and want. With permission his gaze travels further down, tracing over the small of his back, his defined legs, and his taut buttocks wantingly. Then, he returns his attention to what sets him off: his absolutely shredded arms and shoulders. 

God, I swear I would let him choke me to death with those biceps if he asked.

There’s a cackle, and then Bakugo is turning off the faucet and shaking his wet hair out like a dog. Deku squeaks, the cold water helping calm down his growing issue. “You’re doing a pretty shit job at being a loving boyfriend today. Half-and-Half and I would end up burning this block to the ground if he decided to come at me for that little comment of yours,” he remarks. 

Midoriya’s face heats up in recognition, a tad embarrassed that he uttered his thoughts aloud. It was a tough habit to break, one that he worked very intently on senior year and largely has under control, but Kacchan always manages to bring out his insecurities. Bakugo turns around to face him, fully nude. He doesn’t say anything else, just towels his hair lightly and smirks knowingly at Deku. One twinkle in his eye, one cocky grin is all it takes for Midoriya to crumble, tossing his towel aside and jumping after the tan hero.

This time, it’s quick - no second or third orgasms, no excessive teasing; just sex. That is how suddenly his schedule and life changes.

He starts a little earlier than before and is moved to a busier sector with Kacchan as his partner, and he ends up with a Saturday night shift that he has to grow accustomed to. Todoroki and he still keep their designated date night, Deku still goes to his bi-weekly therapy appointments, and he’s fighting bigger fish than he has before. The shift changes do leave him and the blonde a lot of time alone to somewhat rekindle their friendship and get to know one another again. 

While he doesn’t consider them true friends, they’re more than acquaintances and simultaneously more than traditional partners. Their friends and coworkers are surprised by how well they work together and how little collateral damage or PR nightmares they face. The hero community was under the impression that Kacchan was incapable of working with him, or anyone else truly, at a high level. A month into their new arrangement, more than half of their friends lose a bet that had been pooled that night in the club expecting one of them to request a partner change.

Midoriya couldn’t be happier.

Around the Great Murder Explosion God Dynamight he can be himself one-hundred percent. There’s no need for fluff, conversation fillers, or formalities; Bakugo cares for none of it. It feels refreshing to not have to worry about disappointing or not impressing someone else. It feels incredible to know that someone will give just as much, if not more, in the field as he will. It feels amazing to find someone you can communicate with nonverbally, someone who already knows your tells and weaknesses and automatically accounts for those without needing to ask.

Of course, their after-work activities certainly feel great.

True to his word, Bakugo never kisses him again. He teases him by getting close, lips against the corner of his mouth or tongue licking over his, but never lands home. He still scrutinizes him, taunts him, jeers, tugs his hair, or tricks him into a dumb joke, yet none of it feels malicious. If anything, they feel more naughty than he remembers and at times, Midoriya has to remind himself that he isn’t supposed to be lusting after his partner.

The first month, the two of them can’t keep their hands off of one another. Their Tuesday and Thursday spars accidentally run late every time, leaving the showers and locker room empty to them for precisely one hour until another shift change - plenty of time to get an activity or two in along with their actual showers. Midoriya is typically the one who makes the official move in that direction, although Katsuki certainly pushes him to that point, and he lands himself a spot in the blonde’s bed most nights of the week, leaving before morning comes.

He elects not to tell his therapist.

“Look how nicely you fit around my cock, Deku,”

“You gonna be a good boy and shut up and take it?”

“Does he know how many times you’ve come on my cock this week, hm?”

“As if you were made for anyone else. Couldn’t wait to get fucked today, could you?”

“Tell me you don’t fucking want it. Tell me you don’t sit and think about me breaking this dick off in your ass every night.”

“Beg for it, Deku.”

Just like the first time, and every time, Bakugo’s obscenities always push him over the edge. He never runs out of things to say, never ceases to understand just what buttons to push and what words to activate them, and every time they meet he finds something new to comment on.

Afterward, they slow down just a bit - meeting up three days out of the week instead of four or five, largely because the greenette is starting to sacrifice his sleep just to get fucked and that doesn’t sit right with him. He can’t get enough of Kacchan, but he understands when he needs rest. Yeah, that’s what doesn’t sit right, he often chastises himself. Does he feel bad? Yes. Is it wrong? Yes. Does he hate part of himself? Yes. Does he regret it? 

No. Why not? Because Izuku can’t remember the last time he was looking forward to spending the night at Todoroki’s, but he is jittering with excitement each time he knocks on Kacchan’s door. He finds comfort in his new routine and learns just how easy it is to lie. Why not? Despite the mocking and the hidden insults, nobody else makes Deku feel wanted or needed this way. No one else can belittle him while also praising him in the same sentence. No one else knows what makes him tick like this, what keeps him up at night, what drives his mornings some days.

It always comes back to Kacchan.

The changes to their relationship happen more slowly than he can keep account of. Shoulder checks turn into bumps, nose pulling turns into flicks, hair tugs turn into ruffling, and the blonde’s snorts begin to sound closer to chuckles instead of derogatory. They go to lunch occasionally when Todoroki is occupied, they pick up some overtime together when the agency finds itself with too many hands tied, and Midoriya feels safe enough to text his partner some memes outside of work even if he’s left on read - he knows Kacchan reads them, anyway.

Deku’s heart has never felt fuller.

It’s more than halfway through the third month of their arrangement when Todoroki notices something is different. 

They’re partially through their planned dinner at his boyfriend’s penthouse when the dual-elemental man speaks up. “Midoriya, how have things been at work?” He asks after finishing a vegetable dumpling.

The greenette slurps up a heapful of noodles, making an excited noise as he hurries to swallow. “Things are going great, honestly!” He exclaims after golfing down the starch. “I was worried at first how things would go with the transition from Fat Gum’s agency to Hawks’, but there’s nothing I can complain about as of right now,” he details. Guilty, he decides to add something else to help appease his boyfriend. “Well, except for not being partnered with you, of course.”

Todoroki sits back, resting his chopsticks on the ceramic holder before wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I’m a little surprised if I can speak freely; I would’ve thought that you would have done everything you could by now to get a partner switch,” he states flatly. Midoriya halts, shooting him a confused look. Shoto sighs, folding his napkin neatly and placing it off to the side. “Are we going down this path again? Do you not remember how much you used to cry because of his antics? Did you forget that he riled you up enough that you almost killed a villain from brute strength?”

Deku frowns, letting his chopsticks fall inside his bowl. “We were in high school , Todoroki, and yeah sometimes he winds me up but look at me! We both jumped two spots this year, two! As much as you hate him and regardless of our history, Kacchan and I operate like a well-oiled machine on the job. There are just some things we can’t control and I think you need to get over it,” he huffs, biting the inside of his cheek in contemplation. 

I shouldn’t be picking a fight with him, especially since things have been good, but how can he not see how happy I am, how good this is for the agency? Crime has decreased by two percent since we partnered up!

His boyfriend doesn’t move, heterochromatic eyes nearly glaring at him. “You think I need to get over the fact that he told you to kill yourself right before you entered UA? Do you think I need to get over the fact that he’s ranked higher than me because he’s partnered with you instead of with another double-digit ranked hero like me? Midoriya, what if you had listened to him? You wouldn’t be here right now, and the world might have been in ruins,” he presses.

Angered, the greenette shoots up out of his chair, hands slamming down onto the oak table beneath them. “Yes, I do, because Kacchan has more than a few holes in his body from when he sacrificed himself for me, Todoroki! Or is that too far back to remember?” He chews on his bottom lip, sucking his teeth when he tastes blood. Shoto stands slowly, back poised as his face scrunches with disappointment. It’s always fucking disappointment. “You know what, I can’t do this right now,” Deku mumbles, turning away from the dining table to grab his phone and keys from the couch. “I don’t know how many ways I can explain to you and everyone else that whatever history Kacchan and I have is between us, no one else; why does everyone keep punishing him for things I don’t care for?”

He’s in the foyer by the time his boyfriend grabs his hand, stopping him short of reaching the front door. “Midoriya, wait - I’m sorry, okay?” He soothes, squeezing his palm affectionately. “Why don’t we forget this conversation, you come and finish dinner, and then we watch the first All Might movie again?” He offers, eyebrows scrunched with concern.

Deku’s heart constricts as he looks back, pity weighing him down. He considers it briefly, pondering another ingenuine night on the couch watching one of his favorite films to simmer his fury. His mood sours further, lips downturned as he shakes his head. “I’m gonna go. I just need to clear my head, okay?” He murmurs, squeezing his hand back before slipping out of his grip. “We can make up dinner on Friday after my shift. Promise,” he clarifies.

Todoroki won’t tear his eyes away, insistent on tying him down with just his disapproving stare. Ultimately, Deku looks away and commits to his promise, pocketing his keys and waltzing out the door. 

 

Chapter 3: How it ended

Notes:

I rewrote chapter 3 approximately 1.5 times, so I think I'm finally happy with it! This was my first time writing more than one smut scene so I'm really glad I did it!

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy this final piece of the puzzle! I ended up adding another 6k words with the revision of this chapter so...

Note: There is some (sort of) mild dubcon here, but it's not malicious.

When he’s out of the lobby of his building he unlocks his phone, scrolling through his texts aimlessly in hopes someone invited him somewhere earlier. Unfortunately, he comes up short, gnawing on the inside of his mouth as his stomach whines with hunger. I didn’t get to finish dinner, but now I’m not ready for a full meal. He looks back down at his messages and contemplates which friend would most likely be available to hang on such short notice.

Kacchan: Read at 5:40 pm. 

He pouts, wishing that he and his partner were on better terms. Despite having his phone number and texting him daily, the blonde never reacts to them and only ever sends him a message regarding work. Just as he’s about to put his phone away after staring at it for far longer than any sane individual when it buzzes.

Kacchan: Attachment: 1 Image. 

His face lights up, thumbs moving quickly to open the picture. It’s a meme, one of the freckled hero himself. It’s a picture taken from a battle earlier that day where he had slipped off the ledge accidentally, the shot a perfect still of his “oh my god I’m falling” expression. His eyes are wide, his eyebrows furled, and his mouth is slightly ajar in a silent scream. There’s no caption, nothing other than a screenshot of his zoomed-in face fills all corners of the photo and the quality is somewhat grainy.

To anyone else, it’s embarrassing - perhaps insulting even and insignificant. To Izuku, it’s the kindling he needs to light a fire on their friendship outside of work. He’s hearting the image and dialing his partner before he can even think. It rings a few times, enough that the younger hero thinks he may even let it go to voicemail until finally, the phone line opens up on the other side. 

“Deku?” Comes the annoyed huff on the other end. Midoriya practically squeals, exclaiming his crush’s name loudly and rambling about the picture that was sent to him. There’s some shuffling and then a groan farther away from the phone, causing him to stop talking immediately. 

Is someone there with Kacchan? 

His heart stops beating. How can he have someone over there right now? Are they close? Are they intimate? Oh no. Oh no no no no. No! Kacchan asked me to be exclusive! He said he doesn’t like to share! Wouldn’t that mean he wouldn’t be shared, either? Technically he never said that he wouldn’t sleep with other people, and he is a stickler about his health, but-

A shout. “This is why I don’t do this shit!”

“See man, I told you! All you have to do is like a text or send one back every once in a while - that’s how friendships work, Bakubro. Midobro couldn’t wait to talk to you!”

Oh.

“Kirishima?” Midoriya asks hesitantly. There’s a holler and a click of teeth, then a nickname that unsoundly belongs to the red-haired man. His heart resumes its normal function and a soft sigh escapes through his nose. “Oh, good. I was hoping it wouldn’t be uh…someone else,” he relays. “What are you two up to?”

There’s some background noise, indecipherable, then the mic is shoved closer to Kirishima’s voice. “Bakubro and I were just shooting the shit, playing some pool. I have to force my way into his apartment sometimes, otherwise, I feel like I’ll never see him again. He’s terrible at friendships, you know bro? Anyway, we were just diving deep about his personal relationships and how he needs to show he cares a little more, then we were talking about how you two were meshing at work and I basically told him he needs to send you a text now and again so that you don’t think he hates you. Essentially, I’m his emotional coach,” he can hear the other beaming through the phone.

 “Ah, I see,” he giggles ingeniously. Does he know about us? “W-Well, I don’t want to interrupt your bro time, so I’ll catch up with Kacchan later. I was just, um…so excited that he texted me back for the first time that I couldn’t wait to call in case he was having a medical emergency or something,” he laughs mildly. “A-Anyway, I hope you two have a great night!” He stutters with his hand clenched tightly against his phone. Despite his statement, he wishes nothing but to talk more to his partner, to see him - to forget about his argument with Todoroki. 

Another shuffle and some heavy footsteps against tile. “You’re a shittier liar than Shitty Hair is,” Bakugo chides. “You good?” He asks, voice slightly strained. “You’re usually with that Fire-and-Ice fuck on Wednesdays.” 

A gasp, then a snuffed laugh. “That’s a new one. Yeah, isn’t Wednesday night your date night or something? I remember you mentioning that to me once when you were assigned an on-call shift,” Kirishima chimes in.

Deku chews on his already-raw lip again. “Ah yeah, it is, but…” he pauses, blinking away tears of anxiety. “He had a family emergency and we couldn’t finish dinner, so I left. I figured I would just try my luck with each of my friends to see if anyone was free for dessert or something, but I can see you two are already occupied, so I’ll let you go now,” he finishes through clenched teeth. 

Please don’t let me go. Please want me, please need me. I don’t care if it’s just one way - let me occupy your space for a little while.

There’s some cursing and what the greenette imagines is some type of struggle for the communication device, the redhead's voice coming through clearer out of the pair. “You’re good bro! Hey, listen - how about I cut you a deal? If you can tell me who Bakubro’s sneaky link is, I’ll let you steal him from me tonight. What do you say, Midobro?”

The air is sucked from his lungs; he doesn’t know. A smile spreads across his face and his cheeks warm. “Sneaky link?” He asks feigning ignorance.

There’s a distant roar and then a muffled slam. “Y-Yeah!” Kirishima says, voice struggling. “Can you believe he found someone worthy enough to keep long-term? I thought as his best bro I would be the first person to know who it was, but instead, I just kept facing decline after decline to go out and I got the message myself! He is refusing to tell me who it is, though, and I can’t…agh!” He grunts, and then there’s a large clash as the phone clatters to the ground. Midoriya can hear it bounce and flip a few times, then some pained moans farther away.

I hope Kacchan didn’t break his nose.

His chest warms as his anxieties are relieved; Bakugo is being exclusive, too. A huff. “Fuck out of my sex life, Shitty Hair. Deku, do you need something? I have to go kick Red Hot’s ass,” he growls and shouts something indiscriminately at the other in the background.

His good spirit wanes and he lacks the confidence needed to pursue his original plan, which was to get the fuck out of Todoroki’s penthouse and spend the night at Kacchan’s. How is he supposed to mention that now that Kirishima is there? Kacchan messaged him first, sure, but apparently with a push from his best friend. Did he even want to? Would he do it again? Is he bothering him?

Thankfully, the redhead saves him from making a decision. “Yo, Midobro! Why don’t you just come hang with us? Bakubro and I don’t- agh!” He hears a thud then a yelp, and his cheeks are straining with his attempts to not laugh out loud. Although Kacchan hasn’t officially asked, Midoryia’s feet begin to carry him in the direction of the blonde’s apartment. He hears the beginning of an argument between the two, Kirishima unable to get a proper word in over feral Bakugo’s hollering. In the end, what he last hears is the redhead. “Just come!”

A brisk fifteen-minute walk later Deku arrives, knocking on the door gingerly. Kirishima is quick to answer the door, beaming and waving him in with a beer in his hand. “What’s popping, Midobro? Come on in!” He steps aside to allow the greenette in and ducks when a rogue shoe comes flying his way. Midoriya balks and retreats into the kitchen pronto to avoid any projectiles.

The redhead stands back up without hesitation, taking a sip from his beer and pointing to the fridge nearby. “Help yourself to whatever man; you’ve been here before, right? I’m pretty sure you were here for his surprise twenty-second birthday party,” he asks and heads to sit on the bar stool off of the kitchen island. Deku nods and rubs his hands together anxiously as he searches for the blonde. 

He finds him in the living room, hands in his pockets as they make eye contact. He nods once in acknowledgment, jerking his chin up. “Sup, nerd,” he mumbles. Is Kacchan nervous?

Kirishima groans loudly. “Sorry man, he’s being a sour puss because I keep bugging him about his secret lover. Anyway, what’s up with you man? You and Bakubro have been killing it lately; I wouldn’t be surprised if your rankings jump again,” he smiles around the mouth of his beer, taking a sip.

The greenette grins, lips tight as he thinks of his most recent argument with Todoroki. “Yeah. Things have been great,” he says flatly. He spots Kacchan’s red eyes swirling with curiosity, dissecting him, so Midoriya decides to continue to avoid suspicion. “Kacchan’s a really excellent partner - I think anyone would be lucky to work with him. He doesn’t hesitate or overthink when it comes down to it, you know?” He blushes.

Bakugo scoffs, strolling over to the fridge and grabbing two glass bottles. “Whatever,” he grumbled, cheeks pink. He slams the door shut and cracks the top of the two bottles with the opener on the fridge, then passes one to Deku. “Here, nerd - you look like you could use it.”

Midoriya murmurs his thanks, sniffing the light beer before taking a sip. It has a mild flavor yet it’s strong - perfect for the mood he’s in. “So, you guys were playing pool? I didn’t know there was a pool table here,” he redirects.

Kirishima nods as he swallows the last of his beer, standing to get another. “Yeah, on the top floor! They have table tennis and a coffee bar and stuff, so we were up there just shooting the shit. I was snooping through his phone trying to figure out who the mystery girl is when I realized you’ve been texting him for months and he doesn’t answer you back, so I decided to help him out.” He grabs another beer from the fridge and clinks his glass against the shorter man’s in a toast.

Anxiety thrums in his chest as they approach that conversation. “Oh, yeah that’s just how Kacchan is I guess,” he chuckles nervously and takes another large gulp of his beer. “Kacchan and I don’t really talk about stuff like that.” It’s not a complete lie; he and his partner don’t talk about sex or his past hookups. 

The redhead looks between them with an incredulous stare on his face. “What? You guys have been friends for like, five ever - you’re telling me that he hasn’t told you yet?” He slaps his hand on the blonde’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Look, here’s the scoop: when we were at the club celebrating your new ranks, there was this hot chick all over Bakubro, right? But all of a sudden, he decides he’s not interested and leaves. Weird, right? So I give him some space, and when we spar next, I see these crazy scratches on his back, and that’s when I knew he was banging someone seriously. Then- “ 

He’s interrupted by Kacchan who knocks back his beer and slams it on the stone countertop aggressively. “Quit it, Shitty Hair; Deku doesn’t wanna hear that shit.” He tosses the bottle into the recycling and shoves his best friend aside to grab another. “Keep him the fuck out of it, alright?” He gravels.

The redhead frowns, placing his drink down gently to open his arms in exasperation. “Aye man, what’s the big deal? Midobro and I rarely get a chance to talk if it’s not work-related, especially not if you’re around, so what’s the harm? He wants to know, too, right?” His bright eyes flicker to green ones, eyebrows raised in hopes that he’ll agree.

Midoriya opens his mouth and fidgets with the bottle as he thinks of a response, but Bakugo doesn’t give him the chance to answer. “No, he doesn’t. Back the fuck off, Kiri - I’m not saying that again,” his voice drops, glaring daggers through him. 

Something bubbles within Izuku as he finishes his beer, gripping it tightly as he straightens his back. “I can answer for myself, Kacchan.” He sets the empty glass on the counter behind him.

Those red eyes are burning through him after the words leave his mouth, narrowing as they look him over. He feels naked under his gaze, completely taken apart, yet his fury continues to simmer the longer he stares. His jaw clenches and his lips turn into a sneer. “Really? You sure it’s not gonna be another bullshit lie about how you’re okay with it when you’re really not, or is that shit just reserved for when you’re hanging out with that prince bitch or when you don’t feel like answering me?”

Deku’s in his face the next second with his hands clenched in the front of his shirt. He’s livid, more at the truth in that sentence rather than the way it was said, and all the blonde is doing is riling him up further. The anger builds increasingly inside him, hot and bubbling in his blood. “Don’t act like you know everything about me when you can’t even be bothered to text me back on the regular, Kacchan,” he says coldly.

He sees Kirishima approaching them from the corner of his eyes with hands out in an attempt to pacify the situation. “Hey hey hey bros, let’s just take a step back and-“

Bakugo sucks his teeth, tilting his chin up to look down at the greenette. “Oh yeah?  So what, you’re gonna pretend that you weren’t looking for an excuse to get away from him for the night?” Eijiro stills beside them, eyes shifting between them nervously. Deku swallows harshly and his brows to maintain his aggressive expression. If anything, Bakugo looks aloof as he continues, taking a quick sip of his drink without breaking their eye contact. “Trouble in paradise again , Deku?” He mocks, teeth bared as he leans into the minimal space between them.

The tension shifts and Izuku blinks in shock, hands loosening slightly at their proximity. He’s mocking me but it feels different. There’s no way he would act this way in front of Kirishima, right? He frowns and pushes him back, hands clenched back at his sides as he watches Kacchan stumble back. “Why act like you care, Kacchan? All you do is mock me and my relationship. I thought we were making some progress together, but maybe I was wrong. Clearly, I’m the only one who cares about rebuilding our friendship after all this time,” he bites, shaking with emotion.

Why is this upsetting me so much? Is it because his best friend is here? Is it because of what Todoroki said? Am I being ridiculous? Why doesn’t Kacchan ever play fair? Why doesn’t he talk to me?

Eijiro steps into the space between them and faces the blonde, arms fully extended on either side of him. “Guys, why don’t we have a seat and talk through this when we’re calmer,” he recommends and spares a glance back at Midoriya before refocusing on his best friend. “You two have been getting along great so let’s look at it from another angle.”

Those ruby irises never leave his, boring through him over Kirishima’s tall locks. He steps forward, his face morphing as he continues to fuel their dispute. “Mock you? No, I don’t mock you - I’m mocking that sorry boyfriend of yours. How many times have I seen that look he gives you when he doesn’t like something you do? Yeah, Deku, maybe I don’t sit down and listen to your petty troubles every day and cottle your emotions like some of your other friends, but you do know that I was his partner for years, right? You think I don’t know jackshit about you but I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.”

Bakugo steps closer and Kirishima holds his arms out in front to prevent him from walking closer, inching back. “Bakugo-” the redhead starts.

He lets out a sob that sounds more like a yell. “Yeah, I do know that he was your partner for a while. Do you know what he had to say about you the whole time? Spoiler alert: it wasn’t anything great. You think that he’s sorry? Well, Kacchan, at least he’s been there for me since high school; where have you been?” He cries with tears thick at the corners of his eyes. The blonde is quiet, nostrils flaring as he holds himself together. 

The frog in his throat is loose and the dam is flowing freely, words dribbling from his lips uncontrollably. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to defend you to him, to everyone we know, simply because you refuse to treat me like a friend or even just a colleague?” He continues at a softer volume with clipped words. “You’re so prideful that you don’t even see how badly I want to be recognized by you. I chased after you my whole life, and when you came around at UA and apologized to me, when you brought me back to the dorms, I thought things would be different from there on out. But then,” he pauses and breathes shakily as he tries to control himself. “But then you kept your distance until we graduated. You wished me good luck, you came to dinner at my mom’s, and then you vanished from my life!” He exclaims.

Kirishima is doing the best he can by forcing Katsuki back to create some extra room between them and minimize the escalation. He ignores the look the redhead throws him, pleading for them to stop. Midoriya straightens his back and squares his shoulders, letting his tears fall as he confronts his childhood friend. “Where were you when All Might died?” His voice cracks, the other two men freezing in place. The greenette can see the tension in Kacchan’s neck and the discomfort he bears, the open wound that still bleeds, yet he doesn’t care and presses on. “Where were you, Kacchan? Where were you when I needed you the most?

“You call Todoroki every name you can think of, you tease me about him and our dates and his wealth all the time, but do you know who was helping me keep it together when they lowered his casket into the ground?” He swallows, voice shattered and chest heaving. “It wasn’t you. It wasn’t Ochako or Kirishima, it wasn’t Kaminari or Tsuyu, and it wasn’t you. Out of everyone, Todoroki is the only person who was by my side when I fell apart,” he cries, wiping his eyes with the back of his hoodie.

He expects their argument to be over, to have won, to have hit home or altered the course of their relationship for the foreseeable future in that one instant, but what comes next is something he’s unprepared for. 

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend where I was that day?” The blonde replies bluntly, not a hint of aggression in his tone.

The world stops spinning.

Kirishima curses under his breath and runs his hands through his hair. “Bro, this is not good. Midoriya, why don’t we-”

“What does that mean?” Deku whispers, breath stolen from his lungs. Kirishima is looking back at him with a mixed expression on his face, mouth twisted with concern. He sees guilt in those wide eyes and for a moment, Izuku shifts his attention to the other hero. “What does he mean, Kirishima?” he says slowly while accentuating every syllable.

Red Riot gulps and puts his hands above his head in surrender, mouth opening and closing repeatedly. As his panic swells Midoriya finds that his anger has evaporated, fear taking its place and sinking deep within him. Kirishima won’t meet his eyes, shoulders shrinking dejectedly as he turns to his best friend for help.

“Yeah, I’m a piece of shit for not reaching out to you all these years. Before and after All Might died I could’ve been there and I wasn’t, so I’ll take the blame for that. Funny enough, I can’t think of a time you reached out to me once we graduated though, or bothered to talk to me one-on-one and tell me you have an issue with me,” Bakugo snickers, sweat beading down his forearms as he controls his temper.

The greenette shakes his head. “Don’t pin this back on me and change the subject. What the fuck do you mean?” He curses, voice breaking with desperation.

Bakugo groans. “Half-and-Half approached me after graduation and told me to stay the fuck away from you,” he gruffs. Midoriya’s chest grows tight, pupils tiny as he stares between the two of them. Kirishima’s arms fall and cross at his chest with a sullen face. “Was it on me to fucking listen to him? Yeah. Did he make me feel like the scum of the Earth and convinced me that staying away from you was for the best? Also yeah. I mean, fuck Deku, you’ve turned out pretty well so far.”

The blonde drops his head for a moment and rubs at the back of his neck. “I came to your house the night the news broke about All Might, and of course, that two-toned fuck was there. He answered the door and told me that I would only make things worse and to stay out of your life, to not come to the funeral or ask you about him. Of course, he couldn’t keep me from showing up, but…fuck!” He shouts and slams his hand down on the counter. “How would it look if I shit on your boyfriend when your fucking mentor just died, huh?” He hollers, voice thundering around them.

He can’t breathe. His chest is struggling to keep up with him as he reels, turning away from the other two men and chewing his tongue. He can’t bring himself to say anything, thoughts caught in his throat. He has to, though; he has to know the truth.

“Is it true, Kirishima?” He mumbles, his voice hoarse. “Did you know about this?” He questions.

The redhead’s silence is telling enough but it’s unacceptable, and the greenette lets it go on until the hardened hero gives him a proper response. “I… we…” he starts and stops. “It was a hard time for everyone, Midobro, and the history between you and Bakubro was messy enough that we all just thought-”

“Get out,” Deku whispers, niceties temporarily forgotten. He can’t bother to look at either of them, bottom lip glued between his teeth. “Please, Kirishima; just go,” he exhales. To his surprise, the redhead can’t leave quick enough, keys already in hand and feet chasing the door before he can follow up. Once the door clicks closed, he’s raring to go.

Todoroki kept Kacchan from him. 

He remembers the day the news broke about Toshinori. He remembers feeling beyond devastated yet having to finish his shift and given time off to grieve since he was listed as his next of kin. He remembers Todoroki taking him home and caring for him for a few days, stepping away once or twice to answer the door. He remembers receiving gifts, cards, flowers, and chocolates, and he remembers how disappointed he was when Kacchan’s name was not among them. He had asked about everyone, especially Kacchan, and his boyfriend had never once mentioned him.

More than mad, he feels hurt, and his heart shatters. All these years he thought that his childhood friend, his bully, his crush, and his rival all combined in one had just blatantly ignored him. This whole time he had never thought to reach out to the other hero for fear of being rejected, for being told off, for risking damaging their relationship any further. He starts to sob uncontrollably and his hands move to cover his face, stomach flipping.

Some of his darkest days were the ones following the Symbol of Peace’s death. Todoroki was a good comfort at his side and catered to his every need, but there were things that even he didn’t know and memories that could only be shared with one other person. There were so many moments shared between him and his ultimate rival that involved his mentor, the only father figure he could count on, and he recalled too many personal conversations with the man about the blonde to ignore him completely. 

Was Kacchan all alone, too? He had attempted to reach out during what was no doubt one of the worst moments of his life and had the door shut in his face abruptly; was he hurting, too?

Bakugo is there for him before his knees fall, strong arms around him as he grows too weak to support himself. The taller man sinks down with him as he goes to the tiled floor of the kitchen. Then, he’s sobbing violently into his chest, tears and snot soaking the blonde’s sweatshirt. “‘M sorry Kacchan, I’m s-so sorry,” he wails, hiccuping after every breath. The taller man sighs through his nose, one hand rubbing tenderly at his scalp and the other rubbing into his back. “I thought… I thought K-Kacchan hated me again,” he reveals through cries. “I thought Kacchan never wanted to s-see me again because I didn’t choose to work at the same agency.”

The blonde rests his head atop Deku’s, inhaling and exhaling deeply. “Shut up, nerd,” he mumbles, voice breaking at the end. “Stop talking for once.”

Midoriya shakes his head and beats his fists lightly on his chest. “I wanted to be with Kacchan when they buried him,” comes next, barely audible. Bakugo curses and sniffs. “The only other person from UA who All Might trained, who k-knew his secrets just like me,” he whimpers, heart pouring as he reopens that old wound. “I needed the Kacchan who s-stayed up with me for twelve hours to watch every single All Might movie b-because I was scared he wouldn’t make it out of the hospital when we were five! He never came h-home, Kacchan!”

There’s a sniffle and then a growl. “Deku please stop talking, okay?” His voice cracks. “He’s already six feet under.”

Deku doesn’t stop crying for a long while after that, and his rival doesn’t let him go.

Eventually, there are no more tears left to cry and Deku’s eyes are puffy enough to weigh his lids down, so he withdraws from Kacchan and looks up at him through his watery vision. The blonde’s eyes are rimmed with pink and his pupils are reddened. His eyes are as deep as the ocean, swimming with emotion. Izuku understands this look, the one where you temporarily reveal the gaping hole left inside you when someone close dies. This is the look that Kacchan gave him when apologizing, the one he gave when he was asking him to come back. 

It’s loss and it’s love. For who? Deku doesn’t know, but all he can do is imagine it’s for their mentor.

Midoriya feels sleepy drunk looking at him, head hazy from the mental exhaustion. He’s hit with deja vu and suddenly he’s leaning up on his knees to connect their lips. For a moment, Kacchan is kissing back, chin angling their mouths more precisely to intensify the kiss. It’s short-lived and he pulls back two seconds later, arms leaving the greenette’s back. “Deku-“

He kisses him again, just a quick peck this time. “I know. Just for tonight,” he asks. He leans in for another chaste kiss but presses harder than before. “Just so that I don’t have to remember how lonely it felt for a while,” he pleads.

The blonde grips his hips with both hands roughly before pinning him to the ground and leaning over him. He reconnects their mouths hastily and clashes lips against teeth. He digs his thumbs into his hip bones hard enough to bruise, Midoriya moaning into his mouth. “Kacchan,” he sighs, tongue darting out between them.

Bakugo meets it with his and pushes into his mouth greedily, one hand reaching up to grip in his hair. The kiss is passionate and sloppy, saliva smearing between them the harder they kiss. The blonde is rubbing circles in his scalp and at his hip, sucking away at his mouth hungrily. 

It’s aggressive and noncommittal, starved and aching. Passion stirs in his belly and travels to his groin, warming his body up. Deku grabs onto his neck, thumbs rubbing the underside of his jaw. Kacchan’s hand snakes under his shirt and rub along the length of his torso until he reaches his shoulder. He tugs upward and the greenette follows his lead, temporarily letting go of him to remove his shirt and sweatshirt. Scarred hands tug at Bakugo’s clothing, urging him to remove the same articles of clothing in one fluid motion so they can smush their lips together again. 

Midoirya runs his hands along the muscles of his shoulders and back, fingers tracing each cut of muscle tenderly. Kacchan’s relentless with his tongue, licking along every crevice and cavity in his mouth as if to remember how it feels. He doesn’t mind, reciprocating his intensity and kissing back just as hard as he’s able. He feels like crying although there are no tears left, heart gaping and weeping with emotion. “Kacchan,” he croaks. “My Kacchan,” he murmurs on the other’s lips, barely audible between them. “Please don’t leave me alone again,” he whimpers. “All Might wanted us to stick together, remember?”

The blonde is shaking his head, leaving his mouth to trail kisses up his cheek and down the side of his jaw. “I’m here. I’m your fucking partner, Deku; I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to,” Bakugo replies, voice husky. The blonde retreats and sits back on his heels as he removes the rest of Izuku’s clothing. He lifts his hips the best he’s able to speed it along, sitting up with him to tug at the waistband of his pants. Kacchan lets himself be undressed without a complaint, shifting his weight between either knee as he raises them one at a time to take off his joggers. 

They grow hungrier the longer they kiss, their make-out session turning into a competition as they nip and suck at each other’s lips. Bakugo’s hand is back at the nape of his neck and grabbing a fistful of forest green hair, tugging back to draw a small moan from the younger man. They’re moving back to their first position and then his bare back is hitting the cool tile floor, pulling a shiver from him. Kacchan gives his abused lips some rest as he turns his attention to the rest of him, vigilant with teeth as he sucks hickey after hickey into his jawline, neck, throat, chest - anywhere he can reach. Deku mewls underneath him, the pressure eliciting small noises from him as his cock grows painfully hard.

The blonde draws his body closer to him, virtually laying atop him as he slithers down and sucks bruises into his freckled skin further downward with each movement. He lets go of his hair to grip his thighs, fingers digging into the plump flesh haughtily. He mixes in quick pecks along his abdomen and in the cut of his hips, licking languidly at the sensitive skin there and drawing a long moan from the man beneath. He skirts around his erection and sinks his teeth into his inner thigh, drawing a yelp from him.

Katsuki leaves distinct bite marks with red and purple colors around the imprints of his teeth. Midoriya bites the back of his hand to muffle some of the noise, one arm sliding back to support him in a half-upright position. He’s mesmerized by crimson as the blonde laps the excess saliva he’s left behind, his mouth traveling to the soft skin of his pelvis above his hard member. The greenette’s breath hitches, pupils blown as they take in the picture before him.

Kacchan has never gotten on his knees for him.

It’s never been something Deku felt he was entitled to, considering their agreement. Kacchan doesn’t let him spend the night, doesn’t kiss him or cuddle him, and doesn’t ever lick farther down his body than his nipples. It’s never bothered him before - he’s been taking all that his rival would give him, but now that he’s there, inches away from the head of his dick, Midoriya can’t think about anything else.

The house is devoid of any noise aside from the sounds they make, and if his heartbeat wasn’t drumming so loudly in his ears, it might have bothered him earlier. Bakugo’s mouth is typically vile during sex, shedding insults and crude statements at every available opportunity. Tonight, however, he’s quiet, not even a groan escaping from him. Once his hot tongue licks flatly up the length of him, Deku tries to take his place and fill in the silence.

“K-Kacchan,” He moans, unable to tear his eyes from that familiar shade of vermillion. The blonde’s irises are fixed solely on his as he works up his cock, plopping sloppy kisses up his length and coupling it with a swirl of his tongue around the tip. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, guilt swelling in his ribcage. This time, it’s not for cheating, but for abandoning him in a similar fashion. Kacchan doesn’t react, expression cool and hazy as he takes the head into his mouth.

He could almost come from that feeling alone, nevermind the image of Katsuki fucking Bakugo with his lips wrapped around his cock. “Oh my god,” he whimpers, squirming lightly beneath him. One of those strong hands moves to pin his hip back to the floor, thumb pressing against the skin where a fresh bruise is blooming. Deku gets the memo and holds himself still as he sucks in the whole of his hardness.

Although the explosive hero is in a more submission position, he’s still the one in control, his rough hold and intense gaze asserting his dominance and reminding Izuku that he’s able to pull away at any time. Once he starts moving vertically he tears his eyes away, head tilting back and lids falling closed as small tears bubble at his inner corners. How can I have anything left to cry after tonight?  

He’s not going to last with the way that his partner sucks him off, messy and sopping wet. It’s the first blowjob he’s ever received and it feels better than he could have imagined, moans coming quicker as he nears his finish. He’s been mumbling his name for minutes, incoherent praise spewing from him. “Kacchan so good”, “Kacchan’s amazing”, “Kacchan feels so good”, “Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan”.

His cock is throbbing with warning as he gets ready to come. He gently bucks his hips, urging the blonde to move. His response is to press down on his hip harder, effectively pinning him back in place. “Kacchan, I’m gonna c-come,” he stutters, eyes flittering open to stare down at him. He meets his stare dead-on, eyes sparkling with challenge. The look is enough to push him over the edge and the next minute, he’s coming into Kacchan’s mouth, moans spilling from him like water.

The guilt washes from him as his semen is drained, his hand marked with his own teeth as he bites down during the height of his orgasm. Once the high is gone and he comes back down, he waits expectantly for Bakugo to pull off of him. He doesn’t swallow once his lips leave, sucking the last of his come before pulling off with a wet plop. He wipes the excess fluids from the exterior of his mouth with the back of his hand, and Deku is sorely reminded of another reason to feel guilty.

Kacchan is only doing this because he feels bad for him. Kacchan is only kissing him, giving him a blowjob, and littering him with claiming bites because he dug back open the wounds All Might’s passing left on both of them. Fuck. I’m such a shitty human being. It’s not enough to take advantage of Todoroki’s kindness, but now Kacchan, too, he reprimands himself mentally. Todoroki has been taking advantage of your kindness for years, his evil subconscious replies. Deku can’t find it in him to come up with an excuse for his own negativity. 

The blonde towers back over him, one hand moving to tighten in his hair and the other at his chin. He forces his head back and slightly parts his mouth with a thumb, his other fingers clenching at the junction of his jaw. His pupils have that blown-out, sex-ridden look that overtakes Bakugo whenever he has an intense desire, and his mouth is shut but his jaw isn’t closed all the way and… what? Did he already spit? He connects their lips together in a closed-mouth kiss, holding it for a couple of seconds before applying pressure to his chin and parting his mouth further. Mildly confused but aroused at the display of control, Midoriya lets his jaw fall open without struggle, tongue darting out automatically expecting to meet the other’s.

What he does not expect is the salty tang of his semen as it trickles down his tongue, eyes popping open in shock. Kacchan’s eyes are alight with mischief as he swaps with him, their tongues dancing together and mingling saliva and come. The act is so erotic that Midoirya’s erection stirs once more and he’s moaning heavily, relishing the smoky taste of Kacchan’s mouth and the slippery texture of his seed. His mouth is almost full when the blonde recedes and uses his leverage to close it, fingers clenching at the hinge of his jaw when his command comes.

“Swallow.”

Izuku swallows his come obediently, boner fully hard once more as the blonde licks his lips in approval. He surges with lust and jumps up, pushing his partner onto his back. He straddles him eagerly, hands pressing onto his chest as he claims his mouth again, swapping what residue is left between them. The blonde lets out a long groan, nipping at his bottom lip hungrily and grabbing his ass with both hands and kneading into them assertively. He wastes no time before sliding two digits between his cheeks, the pads of his fingers rubbing against that sensitive area. 

“Kacchan,” he manages, pulling back to breathe. His chest is heaving and his arms are shaking with anticipation, pressing back into his fingers wantonly. “Need you,” he begs, leaning back in to lay a barrage of open-mouthed kisses down his neck and over his pecs. He feels a light pressure at his entrance which puckers with excitement, a soft whine escaping him as he sucks hickeys of his own into the hard muscles below. “Please.”

“Fuck,” Bakugo curses and removes the hand from his left cleft to rummage in their clothes strewn aside haphazardly earlier. The tips of his fingers encircle his hole teasingly while he searches for the bottle of lube they’ve almost completely used up, freeing it from his pants pocket indignantly. He pops the top open with one hand expertly, reaching behind them and coating his fingers liberally before flinging the bottle elsewhere without care. He starts with two fingers off-rip, plunging deep into his tight entrance with one motion. “You’re always so ready for me,” he gravels.

Deku mewls and reunites their tongues then lowers his hips in a mock attempt to ride him. Bakugo adds a third finger following his maneuver, scissoring him immediately and stretching him quickly. There’s a slight burn from the action that the greenette is more than used to by now, but after a few pushes and pulls he’s had enough, ready to be filled properly by his crush. He bears down on his fingers, pulling a curse from the blonde in recognition before he pulls them out swiftly.

Midoriya is hovering just above Kacchan’s hardened member once his hand withdraws and they settle on his hips, using his chest as leverage to hold himself up. Once he can clearly feel the small opening of his tip aligned under him he puts enough space between their faces that they can make eye contact, noses touching. He gives him a quick peck before lowering onto his cock, moaning once he bottoms out. Bakugo’s hand is in his hair, forcing their mouths together again as they stay for a minute.

This sex feels different.

Tears are brimming again and growing steadily as he begins to move. The blonde’s hands are loosely guiding him as their pace starts, slow and deep and he’s so full. A few tears leak down his face, dregs of whatever hasn’t already exited his system, and his heart is brimming with love. This isn’t fucking or their usual hook-ups, this isn’t anything like the first or last time they had sex; this is love.

Midoriya feels loved.

It tears him apart and he can’t deal with it, pulling away to bury his head in the crook of his partner’s neck. Their chests are touching this way, impossibly close, so Bakugo shifts until his arms are wrapped around the middle of his back and his legs are hiked to give him leverage. The blonde thrusts up into him leisurely, kissing the top of his head and ears down to his damp cheeks. 

“He tried to pull me away from you,” he cries into his neck, rocking his hips in tune with Kacchan’s thrusts. When he hits his prostate it’s not as back-breaking as it usually feels due to the tenderness of their motions, but all the same, it’s blinding and hot, sparking every nerve in his body and curling his toes. It’s not as punctual but more intense, dragging along his insides for an extended period and tightening that coil in his gut simultaneously.

“He asked me ah,” he moans. “When I would finally leave you behind.”

He thrusts up into him roughly, attacking those bundles of nerves relentlessly. “Fuck him,” he growls. He sinks his canines into the soft skin of his throat beneath his jaw, a habitual favorite of his, and bites until it stings. Deku cries, voice wobbly as he’s thoroughly fucked. “Whose cock are you warming at night, hm?” He patronizes, panting into the shell of his ear.

Deku nods, inadvertently nuzzling into him with his second orgasm building rapidly. “Kacchan’s,” he replies breathlessly.

“Damn straight,” he groans into his neck, hiking his legs up higher to fuck into him deeper. While he maintains their deliberate pace, the new angle pushes the head of his dick closer against his prostate and forces his vision black. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t feel anything other than Kacchan’s body and lips against his. There are no words or noises that can encapsulate how he’s feeling as he’s handled, so Midoriya gives up trying.  

That familiar tug in his gut warns him of his incoming orgasm, so he pulls his head from its hiding place and drags his swollen lips back to Bakugo’s. He accepts him easily, opening up to tongue him lazily. “I was hoping Kacchan would call me,” he keens. “I wanted to be with you tonight after he made me ah- defend you.” There’s a sharp thrust akin to the aggression he’s normally used to and he gasps loudly in response, unable to ignore the tightness in his core any longer. “Kacchan, I’m gonna come,” he whines.

His partner kisses him chastely and nudges his chin with his nose. “Come with me, Deku,” he whispers, voice low and sinful. As if I could say no, he thinks briefly before nodding, hands finding their function and cupping either side of the blonde’s face. There’s a brief period where their breaths are comingling in synchrony among the minute space between them, air hot and heavy around them as Bakugo thrusts up into him and Deku lowers his hips in time to meet him. 

Midoriya’s body betrays him before he can react, his ass clenching around Katsuki’s member as he’s fucked through his second orgasm. “Kacchan,” he wails, resting his forehead against his rival’s. His whole body shivers as it’s ripped from him. “Kacchan,” he repeats as his head starts leaking. “ Katsuki! ”

This must push the other over the edge because he’s being filled with his come a second later, Bakugo crashing their mouths together, teeth-gnashing and tongues chasing. He repeats his name as he comes, eyes aching with the need to cry but no tears left for him to do so. The blonde curses and moans gutturally as he stills inside him. “Fuck, Izuku,” he responds breathily, squeezing him closer if at all possible.

It’s a beautiful moment, the seconds where their feelings become one and they’re breathing is in sync. He’s never felt closer to another person, physically and emotionally, not even with Todoroki, and a sobering thought comes to him at the tail end of their moment.

He’s in love with Kacchan.

He’s frozen as they come down from their high, unable to remove himself from atop his rival even as he grows soft inside him. Thankfully, Kacchan seems just unlikely to move, arms dropping from his back and moving to drape across his face while his breathing evens out. He doesn’t complain the longer the greenette lays on him nor does he make a comment of any kind, simply allowing him to occupy his space for a much longer time than he’s used to.

Is this what love feels like?

“You should just dive off the rooftop!”

They’re moving vertically when the blonde has recovered enough, cradling him as he forces them to sit upright. Those strong arms are wrapped tightly around his back once again, unruly spikes tickling his chin as Bakugo rests his head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Izuku,” he murmurs. Deku hugs him back loosely, afraid if he squeezes too tight he will shatter the bubble they’re in. “I’m sorry I stayed away, that I wasn’t there for you when All Might passed,” his voice cracks. He breathes in deeply, chest expanding against his. He exhales into his neck, turning his head further into him. “I don’t know how to not be who I am.”

“My body just moved on its own.”

“Why do you have to be different?” He answers, leaning his head against his rival’s. The blonde holds him tighter, making breathing difficult but not impossible.

If this isn’t love, Deku it’s sure what is, but…

“Are you gonna stay with him?” 

His heart drops. His mouth opens hesitantly, words failing him as he thinks about what to do. He can’t fathom seeing his boyfriend for the time being and doesn’t even want to hold a conversation with him for fear of what he might say. Knowing this, he has to confront him and hear it directly from the source. He wants to know the reason why, deserves to know why. His lack of a response is enough for Kacchan and he’s withdrawing soon after, raising him enough to pull out of him completely. “Kacchan, wait-”

His semen is already cooling as it dribbles out of him. “Whatever,” he huffs, his typically-hard expression set back in place. “It’s your dumbass fault if you decide to be with him after all this shit. What do I give a fuck? We’re not even friends, right?” He’s unscrambling their bodies and is moving to run away when Deku grabs a hold of his wrists, begging him to stay.

“Kacchan, wait!” The blonde tugs in the opposite direction, hips raising to push him off. Midoriya sighs, locking his legs around his slim waist to tie him down. “It’s not that simple, and you know it. I don’t know if I can stay with him, but I can’t just pretend we haven’t spent the last six years together, okay?” He pulls his wrists closer to him, huffing in his face. “Can we not talk about it right now?” 

Bakugo settles a bit, pausing his movements to look into emerald eyes. Their foreheads bump together, and Deku lets his lashes fall closed as their breaths combine again. “You gave me tonight, you remember?” He kisses him tenderly, slowly, and without tongue. “So let’s go to bed and have the night; let me worry about all the other shit tomorrow when I have to.” The blonde is still for a few seconds, nudging their noses together and joining their lips again in answer.

Deku spends the night in Katsuki’s bed and kisses him to sleep for that one night.

The next morning comes with a heavy rain. It mirrors his emotions when he comes to, wrapped in black cotton sheets and enveloped with the heavy scent of cinnamon and cedar. The space next to him is warm where his partner must’ve laid not long ago, eyes scanning the room for him but coming up short. He untangles himself from the sheets and rolls out of the king bed, feet pattering lightly against the hardwood as he crosses the room.

Nature calls, beckoning him to the bathroom before he can travel too far. After he’s used the restroom and washed his face, he ventures into the hall connecting the bedroom into the kitchen and foyer. He finds Kacchan in the kitchen shaking up a protein shake, eyes trained on his phone as he scrolls aimlessly. Deku’s phone is charging on the island near the wall, the screen lighting up as he enters. 

“Morning, Kacchan,” he hums as he moves to grab his mobile, frowning at all of the notifications he has. He turns his attention back to the blonde, head tilting quizzically. “Aren’t you always preaching the importance of a ‘proper breakfast’ to me?”

Kacchan snorts, popping the top off of his blender bottle annoyingly. “Yeah, because you need to eat real food, and not just that fast food shit you and Half-and-Half buy.” He tilts it to his lips and downs half of it in one go, grunting as he swallows it down. “I overslept.”

This draws his attention back to his phone and he shrieks when he notices the time. “Oh, shit! Our shift starts in an hour!” He drops his phone onto the counter haphazardly, running back to the bedroom and stepping out of his boxers on the way. He ignores the cackle behind him and jumps into the shower as quickly as he’s able.

In record time he’s able to clean himself, eat something, and get dressed enough to be presentable for the public. His body is obscenely littered with hickies and bruises, so he convinces Bakugo to lend him one of his official merchandise sweaters that have a neck covering mirroring his costume. 

They walk to the agency together, although Midoriya ends up sprinting ahead at the last minute to get out of the public eye. Bakugo isn’t treating him any differently, perhaps insulting him a little less than normal, but he’s missing that warmth he garnered last night. That was temporary, he reminds himself. He hauls ass to Revelation, swearing her to secrecy and begging her to break up the popped blood vessel to disperse the marks on his body. When he’s clean he races up to the locker room, eager to get out of last night’s clothes and on with his day.

Thank goodness Todoroki’s shift has already started. He’s literally the last person I want to talk to right now.

Karma has some humor as he enters the locker space, Bakugo’s sweater in the crook of his arm. “Kacchan, here! Take your sweater back, I already-” he starts, scanning for those familiar red eyes when he catches sight of his boyfriend (?) seated at the bench in front of his locker. His face falls and his arms go slack, feet glued to his spot on the floor. “Todoroki,” he mumbles.

Shoto stands at attention, eyes glazing over him and stopping short at the clothing in his arms. “Midoriya, where have you been?” He asks, lips downturned in a small sneer. Disappointed.

That look is enough to rile his anger from last night, freeing him from his position and pushing him forward. He bypasses him and beelines his partner, shoving the sweater into his arms. The blonde quirks an eyebrow at him, eyes bouncing over to his ex-partner briefly. “At Kacchan’s house,” he deadpans, frowning at the blonde before turning back to go to his locker. 

Thankfully, Todoroki steps aside to allow Midoriya space to open his locker, grabbing his uniform and setting it on the bench nearby. He starts undressing, removing his shirt without a spare glance at the other hero. “Bakugo’s house?” he repeats in disbelief. “What, are you two friends now or something?” He asks incredulously.

“We’re not even friends, right?”

He balls his shirt up and throws it into his locker with more force than necessary, hand gripping the door to his locker tightly. “Yes, Todoroki, we are.” He trains his gaze on his boyfriend’s face, locking eyes with him. “Kirishima was hanging out at his place when you interrupted our dinner last night. He invited me over, we drank a few beers and hung out until I passed out on the sofa,” he lies expertly, tone even as he stares at the other expressionless. “What, am I not allowed to?”

Todoroki sighs through his nose, eyes cold as they stay on his. “Are you serious?” He exhales. Midoriya doesn’t answer, facing away from him to finish undressing to change into his uniform. When he’s met with silence, the dual-haired man scoffs lightly, following it with a hum. “Are you still coming over for dinner tonight?”

Midoriya has one leg in his costume as he rolls his eyes. “No, Todoroki, I’m not.” He shifts his weight to put the other leg in, wiggling around to position it properly. “I thought you would’ve got the memo that I don’t want to see you right now.”

A pale hand grabs his wrist, halting him from pushing his arm through and pausing his morning routine. “Why not?” He panics, question breathy. His hold lessens as heterochromatic eyes travel to where his partner is suited and waiting on the opposing wall, brows knitting together. “Is it because of him ?”

Bakugo’s locker slams in the background. “Fuck this shit. Deku, I’ll be waiting for you outside,” the blonde offers as he pushes off the wall and heads to the door.

“Seriously, Todoroki?” Deku exclaims in disbelief. He shakes the hand off of his wrist to finish dressing. “After our argument, you still think Kacchan is the reason I’m upset with you?”

Kacchan’s almost to the door when Todoroki raises his voice. “Why else would you be? Bakugo’s always the reason why you’re upset, Midoriya; I was trying to tell you this last night!”

Deku’s had enough of dancing around the elephant in the room (one of them, anyway), shoving the last of his civilian clothing in his locker and shutting it closed with a thud. “Kacchan, stay,” he says coldly. “Did you threaten Kacchan to stay away from me?” He yells, nostrils flaring as he attempts to contain himself. Todoroki pauses, lips sealed tightly as he looks between the hero duo. “Don’t you dare lie to me right now, Todoroki, or I’ll never speak to you again,” the greenette warns.

Todoroki swirls his tongue around his mouth, jaw clenching as he prepares to answer. “Yes,” he stated flatly, and Deku’s world crashes all over again. Tears spring to his eyes as he digests the answer, gaze shifting up to the ceiling. “But I did it because it’s what you needed, Midoriya,” he rationalizes, taking a step toward the smaller man.

“Don’t,” comes his warning, the word clipped with anger. He looks his boyfriend over, scanning his features for any sign of guilt or accountability. When he doesn’t find any, he merely shakes his head and kneels to tighten his boots. “You’re incredible. I can’t believe you, Todoroki! When did you decide that you know what’s best for me over myself?” He bites, stomping his one foot into place. 

“Deku, two-minute warning,” Bakugo grumbles, hands in his pockets as he leans against the door. He finishes tying up his other boot, pressing the button on the side to lock his laces in place and harden them from miscellaneous perils. 

He stands and faces away from his boyfriend, walking around the long side of the bench to take his exit. “Todoroki, I need a break.” He states plainly, not meeting anyone’s eyes as he stomps toward his partner.

Shoto grabs his wrist again , yanking him back away from the blonde. “You don’t mean that,” Todoroki pleads. “Come over for dinner like you promised and-“

The last of his self-control snaps, Deku activating OFA to fling his hand off of his wrist and grab a fistful of his ex’s collar. “Did you or did you not turn Kacchan away, without telling me , the night All Might died?” His voice chilling. 

Todoroki’s eyes are wide in disbelief, mouth downturned. “Are you really choosing him over me?” He asks, and that sentence brings clarity to the situation. 

Todoroki doesn’t think he’s wrong.

Before he can act on impulse there’s a hand at the crook of his elbow holding back his punch. “Deku,” comes the familiar draw of his partner, his tone gentle but assertive. “Let’s go.”

He deactivates his quirk and lets go of his ex faster than he can blink, shrugging off his friend’s grip to give him one final glare. “I love you, Todoroki, and these past six years have been great but you misled me and lied to my face!” He begins to turn away, feet angled outwardly. “How many times did I ask you about Kacchan when I was grieving? Even now, you don’t think that you’re wrong, so how can I trust you again?” He turns completely, marching in step with his partner to head to their sector. 

“He’s a bad influence, Midoriya! He’s already changed you and you don’t even see it!” He calls after him, snarling as the door shuts closed. 

Midoriya squeezes Bakugo’s arm as he does his best not to fall apart. 

 

He finds himself spending a lot of time at Kacchan’s house following their argument. 

His own apartment is too quiet when he returns that night, dodging call after call from his ex or Ochako or some other friend. He doesn’t feel like talking to anyone or getting out of bed, ridden with his sorrows and questioning every aspect of his life. 

Todoroki manipulated him. Maybe not in the way that some couples do, but still did it all the same. He should be mad, happy even, that he found out who he truly is. So why does he feel so sad?

Shoto was the complete package: wealthy, good-looking, polite, even-tempered, talented; everything that a man could dream for. The loss of the future he had concocted years ago is harder to accept than the actual broken relationship, and he wails into his pillow for hours on end as he thinks of all their time spent together, now wasted. 

Who is he kidding? Their relationship was doomed the minute he came to the sound of Kacchan’s voice over the phone. He knew then that he wouldn’t be able to overcome Todoroki’s asexuality, no matter how much he loved him. He pictures himself in an alternate reality happily married to his ex, living in his penthouse apartment, and working in a popular sector as the number three number four ranked hero, and-

Todoroki never once mentioned marriage.

This sends him full sail into another crying fit, snot decorating his sheets liberally and his face puffy. Was he living a fantasy this whole time? This life bouncing between his partner and his possible ex would never have been sustainable, right? There would’ve been no way to convince him that there was a middle ground, that he could love both of them equally, differently, that what he had with Kacchan was purely physical and-

I’m in love with Kacchan.

He can be free, if he wishes.

He can be Kacchan unapologetically. He doesn’t have to hide his feelings or have Revelation heal the marks the blonde leaves behind. He can sleep with Kacchan, kiss him, hug him, and love him without holding any reservations. 

Except that Kacchan has never given him an inkling of the days he feels the same. The blonde could reject him, distance himself, cut him off completely, and never talk to him again. He’s better off leaving their arrangement as is; fuckbuddies. If he can’t risk sharing his feelings, then at least he can stay close to Kacchan and keep him in his life this way - even if the blonde may never return his feelings. 

Was Todoroki right? Is he better off settling for him and forgetting about his childhood friend? 

Somehow, that hurts the worst, and Midoriya sobs uncontrollably into the open air of his bedroom. He’s crying so loudly that he doesn’t hear his window open, so when his best friend’s deep baritone echoes through the room, he jolts in surprise. “Ah, fuck.”

He locks onto his partner’s crouched figure sliding through his window, his hoodie obscuring the top half of his head. “K-Kacchan!” He cries, crawling to the opposite side of his bed on his knees needily. He wipes his snot away with the back of his sleeve as easily as he’s able, arm drenched when he pulls away.

The blonde sets down a white plastic bag before fully stepping in and shutting the window. “You shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked, idiot,” he chastises, flipping back his hood and taking in the state of his room. “You really went over the deep end, huh?”

He sniffs the last of his tears away, using the end of his ruined long sleeve to wipe his face and seem somewhat presentable. “Kacchan, that’s a little unfair to say to someone who just blew up a six-year-long relationship,” he pouts, sitting back on his heels.

Bakugo picks up the bag he brought and strolls past him into the rest of his small apartment, sneakers sounding against the cheap floors loudly. “Jeez Deku, this is your apartment? Come out of the room and eat,” he calls to him, plastic rustling in the background.

“I’m not hungry,” he complains as he finds his footing, stepping out of bed clumsily and following after his partner. “And why did you come through the window?” He sniffles. His stomach growls audibly as the aroma of his favorite food wafts around him. “Oh my god, did you make katsudon?” His mouth is salivating as he approaches the kitchen, standing at the end of the counter and rubbing the crust from his eyes.

Katsuki hums, plating some food for them and maneuvering around his kitchen as if he had been there a million times before. “I knocked on the door but you were too busy crying to hear me. I had a feeling you would be wallowing in your self-pity for a little while, skipping dinner and shit, so I made extra,” he rationalizes, expression a little withdrawn. Once the food is plated he slides one across the counter to Deku, then a pair of chopsticks, and finally a tall glass of water. “Eat, nerd, before you fuck up my ranking because of malnutrition and dehydration.”

They stand and eat at the kitchen counter together, the blonde pointedly ignoring the greenette as he starts crying mid-meal. Todoroki never made me katsudon. Does he even love me at all? He must have said it aloud because the blonde snorts and rolls his eyes. “That’s the wrong way to approach this shit. I’m sure that two-toned bitch loves you in his own fucked up way, but you can’t sit here and second-guess every moment of your pathetic life because it didn’t work out.”

Deku gapes at him, tears falling as he takes the insult. “Kacchan, you’re being mean again!” He cries dramatically, shoving the rest of his rice in his mouth quickly. He tries to speak again but his mouth is full, resulting in a mumbled gibberish that has his partner grunting with disgust.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re not a baby, Deku! Chew your food first!”

That’s how it starts. 

They finish dinner and he lets Izuku cry for a while. Once they’re done, Bakugo forces him to shower while he cleans up, they watch something on TV or play his Xbox until it’s nearing the blonde’s mandated bedtime. He tells Deku there’s breakfast in the fridge and goes home.

He’s there every night that week and over the weekend until Midoriya feels like he can go a whole night without sobbing. He doesn’t offer his opinion on the matter and surprisingly, keeps his negative thoughts about Todoroki to himself. He’s forced to go out and buy groceries, “one from every food group you dumb idiot”, then is forced to call back all of his friends and cry some more with Bakugo deep cleans his crappy apartment.

He has, all-in-all, a great week. He’s going through the worst emotional turmoil of his life, but somehow, he earns Kacchan’s attention every day. He feels devastated but less and less every day as he repairs the friendship he’s yearned for for years. To his surprise, Kacchan seems just as content to hang with him; he doesn’t even mock him when he acts immature or starts another crying fit.

His schedule changes. 

He can’t get enough of Kacchan. He manages to mostly avoid Todoroki at work, thankful for a larger agency finally, his performance improving the stronger their partnership gets. Afterward, he and Kacchan spar for a few hours until they’re sore or jog if their muscles need rest, head to one of their apartments to eat Bakugo’s cooking, and hang out until bedtime. 

He feels like he’s six again, ready to take on the world with his best friend at his side. Except that now, he finds himself split open underneath his partner each night, and although it’s probably not healthy, he feels a little less lonely each time.

Two weeks after the big argument, he and Bakugo distance themselves a little as he gets better. They still hang out multiple times a week, but they start to hang out with other friends again. Their sex is just as invigorating as it was the first time, rough and raw and hungry. True to his word they don’t kiss and neither of them spend the night, although Midoriya fights himself from asking. It’s almost as if nothing has happened, like they’re still sneaking around and keeping themselves quiet.

There are small changes, however. 

He’s usually not ‘shitty Deku’ when he’s called. Although their lips don’t meet, Bakugo insists on littering him with marks of passion each time they fuck - the one time he bothered to count, he paled when he passed thirty. His dirty talk is just as vulgar as ever, but the tone has changed.

“Look how pretty you take me, Deku.”

“Can’t get enough of you. Who else can fuck you like this, hm?”

“This ass was made for me. Do y’know how long I’ve wanted to ruin you?”

“You look so good split open on my cock.”

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you? Be a good boy, Deku.”

“I’ll make sure I fuck you hard enough you forget about anyone else.”

Those statements have his mind reeling. Sometimes, the things Kacchan does confuse him, too.

There are moments when they’re spent and coming down from their high after finishing Bakugo holds onto him longer than he used to. There are times when he wipes his tears away after being overstimulated, when he pulls him into his lap and wraps his arms around him, when he makes Deku come two, three, four times a night (although that last one was only once) before he finishes himself.

Things change in other ways, too. The way they bicker changes - it turns into playful teasing and humorous taunts that leave both of them smiling instead of aggravating one another. Their partnership at work gets stronger and more vigilant, and every day is a brand new challenge that Deku looks forward to. He’s getting stronger and more tactful as he spars with the blonde, healthier as he eats Kacchan’s balanced meals more often than fast food. He and Kacchan can actually be called best friends, sharing their secret All Might collections and recalling his best moments when they’re feeling up to it. They play every game Midoriya has wanted but hasn’t had the time for, they watch every hero documentary that Todoroki found boring and repetitive, and overall, they learn how to be best friends again. He apologizes to Kirishima and gets closer to a few of his friends, and for the first time in forever, his heart is full of love.

Something is bothering him, however, tickling the back of his mind and making him uneasy. What could be wrong? Oh, right; he still technically has a boyfriend.

Things get increasingly more complex once he’s forced to address the elephant of their relationship, more like a mammoth in light of things. Almost a month later, Shoto finds him in the middle of a sparring session with Kacchan after their morning shift, ignoring the “room in use” sign in favor of bargaining in. They’re altering one of their strongest duo-moves, one where Deku wraps Blackwhip around Bakugo’s waist and combos it with a mixture of both of their quirks to propel the blonde forward for a lightning-fast attack; it doesn’t hurt that it’s a recent fan favorite, as well. 

The sound of the automatic door unlocking and sliding open startles the two of them enough that Midoriya accidentally ends up launching Bakugo a tad harder than intended, the smoke from his partner’s explosions billowing around them larger than normal. “Dammit Deku, I don’t like breaking my bones like you do, you crazy fuck!” He growls as he picks himself up from the spot he landed. Red eyes are ablaze as they search through the smoke for the intruder. “Who the fuck is it?” He demands.

Midoriya wipes the sweat from his brow, bent over with his hands on his knees as he retracts his quirks. “Can I help you? Kacchan and I are in the middle of-” his voice catches the instant he makes eye contact with Todoroki, body going rigid as he forces himself to stand up straight. “Todoroki,” he breathes, deflating as the adrenaline starts to leave his body.

The air is thick as he hears Bakugo’s boots thud against the floor toward them. “You don’t know how to read, Half-and-Half?” He snickers, spitting to the side in a show of his disapproval. “We’re busy.”

He can see the muscles in his boyfriend’s jaw clench. “I need to talk to Midoriya.”

Before the greenette can answer, Kacchan has his chest puffed out and is strolling up to the other hero, invading his personal space to sneer down at him. “Yeah, and I wish you would get the memo and get the fuck out of my life, but somehow you always find a way to insert yourself in it.”

Deku steps up next to him and tugs him back by his elbow, the blonde barely moving an inch. “Kacchan, it’s alright. We’ve done a lot of work today, anyway; let’s table it for Sunday.” Bakugo doesn’t budge, vermillion eyes narrowing until eventually he comes to a decision, sucking his teeth and storming off. He bumps his shoulder into Todoroki’s aggressively on the way out, hands already moving to remove some of his gear as he exits the sparring room. 

Once he’s gone, Midoriya’s anxiety spikes, fingers fidgeting with the seams of his gloves. Thankfully, Todoroki speaks first. “Midoriya, how are you?” Comes his gentle tone, the familiarity striking a chord within the shorter man and quickening his heartbeat.

Deku nods solemnly, lip caught between his teeth briefly. “I’ve been good. Well, honestly not that good but good enough considering I found out that my boyfriend has been lying to me for the entirety of our relationship a few weeks ago,” he chuckles awkwardly, eyes darkening as he recalls their last argument. Aren’t you hypocritical?

Todoroki clears his throat and shuffles his weight between his feet. “Midoriya, I’m sorry. I know nothing can erase what I’ve done, and I’ve had a lot of time to think about where I went wrong. I know that we can’t move past our differences or reconcile things until I own up to that first.” He runs a hand through his hair, fluffing his bangs back nervously. 

Midoriya takes a step back, bewildered. “‘Move past our differences’, ‘reconcile things’? Todoroki,” he tries not to laugh. “We took a break almost a month ago. Don’t you think you’ve had more than enough time to think about what went wrong and attempt to fix it? What made you decide after all this time that now is when you want to make an effort?”

“I miss you, Midoriya,” he admits, tone soft and aching. The way he says his name plays with Deku’s heart unfairly, squeezing it erratically. “The longer I go without you the more I realize how indebted I am to you, to the life we planned to have together. I’ve been watching you excel and grow without me, and I started to get jealous; why didn’t you ever look that happy when we were together?” 

Todoroki won’t meet his eyes, looking down at his feet. “I was trying to keep you from him all this time because I was afraid of your bond. I thought that if I forced him out of your life, your grief and all of the things tying you down would go with him, but since he’s returned, you’ve been nothing but radiant. I was juggling how to approach you for weeks, planning a way to bring you back without keeping him in the picture, but…” he pauses, licking his lips. 

“I recognize that you need him in your life. I can’t keep you from him, shouldn’t keep you from him, but I want to return to our normal routines, together . I truly believe we can achieve all of our goals and live a comfortable life just like we planned, so I’m willing to find the middle ground where we both can occupy your time.”

His brows furrow, lips twisting with confusion. “I don’t understand. You don’t get to choose who my friends are, Todoroki, so what does it matter if Kacchan is my best friend? If you knew the day we broke up that I wasn’t going to unfriend Kacchan just to be with you, what’s the point you’re trying to make? What’s different now, other than you understanding boundaries?” He asks, exasperated. He removes a glove to run a hand through his hair. “Todoroki, I don’t know if I want to get back together with you,” he says plainly. 

Shoto looks away to fiddle with his watch. “I know,” he exhales through his nose. “I know that with him back in your life things won’t be the same, but Midoriya…” he pauses briefly, licking the inside of his mouth. “I love you, Izuku,” he admits. Midoriya is stunned into silence, his mouth slightly ajar as his boyfriend continues. “I love you and I know I haven’t always been open with my feelings this way, but I want to change that moving forward. I want to do more of the things you want to do and spend more valuable time together. I’m not asking for you to force your feelings for me, but I am asking for another chance.”

Midoriya puffs his cheeks and lets out a heavy sigh, hand tugging at his bangs uncertainly. “I…” he hesitates, mouth dry and tongue like lead as he thinks of a response. He can’t give himself back up to Todoroki, can he? He can’t allow himself to be fooled again, to be played a fool for a second time, but… he never treated me poorly, even though he betrayed my trust. “I don’t know, Todo.”

Mismatched brows furrow in confusion. “Is there someone else, Midoriya?” He asks quietly.

Yes, is what he should say. Yes, there is. He’s six foot, light blonde, explosive and irritable and sexy and he will never love me back but I let him use me like a rag doll because I have no self-worth and will never find anyone better. Also, he just came back into my life after x amount of years and now we’re closer than ever, so I can’t tell him how I feel else I want to jeopardize the reason we started arguing in the first place.

The opposite comes out of his mouth instead. This seems to settle something within the other hero,  a mild impassivity overcoming his features. “Then let’s give this another shot. We’ve spent the past six years together, Midoriya - I think we owe it to ourselves to try and see if we can work past this. If after a little while you still feel uncertain, or you find someone else, then you just tell me and we’ll address it then. Okay?”

Midoriya hates himself for nodding in agreeance, resigned to acceptance after being confronted with guilt; how can he lie and cheat, tell Todoroki there is no one else when there is? How can he come up with a valid enough excuse as to why he doesn’t want to be with the other anymore? When his boyfriend pulls him in for a gentle hug, a part of him feels like he’s signed off on his own demise.

Isn’t this what you wanted? To feel loved, to be wanted? To be needed?

 

“I don’t have to tell you that these are unhealthy behaviors, do I, Midoriya?” His therapist announces, face neutral as she sits in her chair across from him. He shakes his head, shame resting heavily on his shoulders. “Why did you feel compelled to agree to get back with Todoroki, and how did Kacchan take it?”

He sighs, slinking back into the lounge chair. “Kacchan wasn’t happy, of course. He didn’t say that explicitly, but I just…know,” he trails, biting the inside of his cheek. “I think that my moral compass is out of wack. Maybe a part of me believes that by staying with him, I won’t ever have to confront my feelings for Kacchan and I can still have him for as long as this goes on. Maybe part of me thinks that I’m tipping the scale for him, that a piece of my infidelity can be bartered away in exchange for continuing a relationship with him. I don't know,” he finishes with a grunt.

Yuna shifts in her seat. “Would it be so dreadful if you let him know how you feel? What if he feels the same?” She questions, pen tapping erratically. 

He shakes his head. “What if. Wouldn’t he have made a move by now if he did? Todoroki was out of the picture for almost a whole month, yet Kacchan didn’t give me any indication that he wanted more from me, that he wanted something more for us; I’m plenty happy keeping what little friendship I have earned with him.”

She tilts her head. “Are you still sleeping with him?” Midoriya frowns.

How can he not?

“I can’t tell you how to live your life. Therapy is an outlet, a safe space to speak your mind freely and come to conclusions on your own with some guided periods of introspection. What I do want to have you work on is pinpointing what it is that attracts you to Kacchan? What attracts you to Todoroki? Who do you think can provide you both?”

The rest of their session is rather uneventful, and the greenette is in a soured mood for the rest of his day. His schedule adjusts so that he can see Todoroki again, although not nearly as much as he used to, and most of his time is spent either in his boyfriend’s house or at Kacchan’s. A regular Wednesday reverts back to their designated date day, and his partner is extra irritable because of it. He and Bakugo don’t even have sex after their shift is over, Midoriya quiet as they change out of their costumes. “What the fuck has crawled up your ass and died today, nerd?” Comes the familiar gruff tone nearby.

He slams his locker shut as he wraps his towel around his waist and heads to the showers. “Nothing.” He’s almost into the other room when he notices his partner isn’t following. “You aren’t going to shower?” He scorns. 

Bakugo is dressed down in some running shorts, a tank top, and a black baseball hat. “I’m going for a run,” comes the expected reply - a new Wednesday evening activity that the blonde found to like when he decided to get back with Todoroki. “I’ll shower after.”

Midoriya frowns. “Kirisihima’s surprise party is tonight. Did you forget?”

The blonde scoffs. “No. It doesn’t take me eight hours to get ready for a party, unlike someone else; I’ll be fine,” he finishes as he closes his locker, heading out without another glance in his direction.

“How does Kacchan feel about it?”

I’ll give you two guesses, Yuna.

To some degree, being back together with his boyfriend is welcome. It’s a familiar, homely, reliable; he knows he won’t die alone or without comfort. Todoroki is still gentle and affectionate in many ways Katsuki isn’t, and it's times when they’re cuddling on the couch watching something on TV on Sunday mornings that Deku can say he enjoys it. However, there’s a disconnect between them most days, since Todoroki doesn’t like talking about Kacchan and all Deku wants to do is talk about him - how their day went, what villains they faced, what he and his partner did, how the blonde’s improved, what new collectible he has that he shoved in his face, what Kacchan made for lunch that tasted beyond phenomenal, and on and on.

As a result, there’s a wall between them that they haven’t been able to completely tear down in the couple of months they’ve been back together. 

He’s rushing to get home and put himself together a little before heading to Kaminari’s place for the surprise party. It takes him way longer than he’d like to admit, but once he’s done, he’s got a small air of confidence around him. He’s got a little mouse in his hair to accentuate his texture and hold down his frizz by the time he’s done, clad in black, four-inch inseam shorts that showcase his monstrous legs, a mint-green long sleeve, and of course, his red high-tops. He has his present in hand when his boyfriend picks him up, leaning against the private car for him as he leaves the lobby of his building. 

Todoroki is smiling wholesomely as he approaches, stepping aside to open the back door for him to enter. He’s dressed in slacks and a patterned button-down, simple yet just enough for a party. Midorita flushes as he plops down in his seat, suddenly feeling underdressed. “Do you think I look too… plain?” He asks, his voice tinged with concern.

Todoroki shuffles in next to him, closing the door for them and nodding for their driver to take off. “Not at all,” he denies. “Actually, I’ve been waiting to tell you how beautiful you look in those shorts.” The greenette blushes lightly and grins. He thanks him sheepishly, turning his attention to the present he spots at their feet. The two of them get to talking about what they each got their friend for his birthday, and at some point, Todoroki’s hand finds its way into his.

It feels nice, he thinks.

They’re among the first ones to arrive at the party, everyone buzzing with excitement as they finish the final decorations for the surprise. Seeing his friends and spending some time around his old classmates, everyone working in tandem to appease one of their friends, lifts his sour mood and helps ease some of the tensions from his shoulders. The punch helps, too, although he sips lightly to avoid embarrassing himself too much. It’s almost the top of the hour when everyone’s told to get down and hide, Ochako shutting the lights off energetically.

He refrains from reacting when his boyfriend’s hand rests on his thigh as they squat next to one another.

“-bro, I am so ready to get shit-faced tonight. That new chick at work has been dodging me like a mother fucker; I even bought her flowers, and she threw them in the trash! What kind of-”

“Surprise!” Everyone yells as Kirishima and Bakugo enter the foyer of the apartment, Ochako flipping the lights on with glee. Everyone’s crowding the redhead to give him a communal hug, his sensitive friend tearing up as he receives everyone’s love. 

“Awww, no way! This is so manly, bro!” He exclaims, pulling Bakugo in to join in the group hug. Once the initial excitement wears down the music starts, Kirishima grabs a drink, then makes his way around the room to see all of his friends. Midoriya stays near Todoroki as he waits to wish his friend a happy birthday, but there’s a lull in time when he gets caught up talking to Kaminari where green eyes can flitter over to another man in the room. When he finds him, ruby eyes are already staring at him intensely. 

Kacchan is unfairly gorgeous. His hair is tame and perfectly fluffy, a fresh undercut highlighting his sharp jaw. He’s got a decorative slice in his eyebrow that Midoriya loves , his piercings are shining brightly, and he’s dressed impeccably in khaki, ankle-cut chinos, black sneakers, and a casual navy polo that’s been left unbuttoned. The shirt is exposing enough that the greenette can just make out the shape of his collarbone, eyes tracing the faint outline of a hickey nearby.

Shit.

Cool fingers are threading through his again, pulling him back from his distraction. He turns his attention back to his boyfriend, now chatting idly with Iida. He’s been so touchy tonight already. Deku pretends to join in the conversation, nodding and smiling where appropriate as the two heroes talk animatedly about something. His leg starts bouncing after a little while, itching to go and chat with his best friend. It’s bad enough as it is that he has to separate those two parts of himself entirely, fuckbuddies or not, and it’s only made worse when there’s an event that all three of them have to be at. 

Luckily, Ochako joins them shortly after. “Hey, you two!” She giggles, pulling both of them in for a big hug. Midoriya smiles warmly, welcoming her eagerly. “It’s so nice to see everyone again! I can’t believe you two almost broke up, you know; Iida wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks!  What happened?” She pries.

Deku laughs uncomfortably, taking a large sip of his drink in response. Todoroki smiles warmly and squeezes his hand tightly. “We had a disagreement about something and took some time apart to work on ourselves. I think it was for the better, don’t you, Midoriya?” He turns to him, eyes searching his. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles sheepishly, smiling the best he can to appease his boyfriend. His gut is wrenching, fighting his response, but he pushes that feeling down into the far recesses of his mind. He inhales quickly. “How are things at your agency, Ochako, Iida? I hear things are really heating up in your area,” he sidebars.

Ochako waves dismissively although the engine man looks like he could talk for a mile. “Psh, enough about me; we didn’t even get to talk that much when you made your new rank! How have things been working with Bakugo? You guys look really in sync!”

Relief floods his system at the opportunity to talk about Kacchan in front of Todoroki. He relaxes, his hand loosening within his boyfriend’s hold. “Things are going really great!” He beams, doing his best to smile widely. “It’s really awesome to be able to work alongside someone without having to worry about outpacing them or accidentally breaking their body if I smash them too hard,” he giggles. “We’re actually creating a new combo move right now if you can keep that a secret, so I’m excited to test its capabilities out in battle!”

Then, there’s a rough hand on the top of his head. “Oi, you spilling our secrets? We’re not even close to ready to talk about that shit yet,” Kacchan butts in, ruffling his hair lightly.

The tension is palatable. Next to him, Todoroki tenses, forearm flexing as he avoids squeezing his hand. Midoriya pulls away from him instantly, his hand moving to smooth his hair. “Kacchan, I spent an hour fixing my hair!” He whines, pouting sensitively. “And I wouldn’t have to keep so many secrets if you talked to our friends more. Right, Ochako?”

Ochako nods in agreement, chin jutting with a ‘hmph’! “Midoriya’s right, Bakugo. I thought we all were much closer when we graduated, but you barely ever remember to text any of us! The most I hear about you is from Midoriya, Kirishima, or the news! Right, Kiri?” She turns her head, calling out to the redhead.

Across the room, the birthday boy’s spiky hair jerks up, nodding in their direction and heading over. The blonde snorts and rolls his shoulders. “That’s because I’m spending all my time grinding to be number one, unlike all of your lazy-asses who have time to text and post all day,” he chides.

Kirishima wraps his arms around his best friend and Ochako aggressively, jerking the two of them roughly in a familiar way. “Hey, it’s my best buds! Are we talking about how unworthy the rest of us are to walk on the same plane as Great Murder Explosion God Dynamight?” He boasts, eyebrows waggling to the group.

Midoriya doesn’t expect the snort that comes from his boyfriend on the left.  He turns to look at him incredulously, surprised by his behavior. His eyes are twinkling with amusement as he shrugs. “Imagine being unlucky enough to do your internship with him, then be chosen as his ‘unworthy’ partner for three years,” Todoroki comments.

Ochako frowns, her brown eyes flittering over to Deku’s to gauge his reaction. His face remains neutral as he swallows uncomfortably, taking a hearty drink from his glass. “Midoriya seems to be getting along with him just fine Todoroki, right?” She pushes, brows narrowing as she starts to pick them apart. Another person I have trouble hiding anything from - great.

It’s not his boyfriend who answers, however. “Are you kidding?” Kirishima boists. “Every time I want to chill with Bakubro, he’s already hanging out with Midobro. These two are like, super best bros.” He fakes a cry, sniffling dramatically, pinching his nose, and turning his head away from the blonde. “I’m getting a little jealous that he’s taking my best bro!”

Katsuki sucks his teeth, shoving the redhead lightly. “Oh stuff it, Shitty Hair. You’re just jealous because I broke the top ten before you did,” he teases, a smirk decorating his face. Kirishima gapes, the rest of the group laughing earnestly as they watch them bicker. It helps to ease some of the tension from the atmosphere, and Midoriya is beyond thankful. Thankful enough that he even squeezes back when Todoroki holds his hand again. 

It’s only an issue when he and Kirishima start roughhousing, the blonde putting him into a chokehold and spouting some obscenities. Ochako gasps, hands pulling at the collar of the blonde’s shirt excitedly. “Woah, so the rumors are true, then!” All eyes are on his partner then, Bakugo flinching away from her touch and letting the birthday boy go. 

“Huh? Oh!” The redhead smiles as he pats his shoulder, leaning his head to the side and poking at the bruise near his collarbone. “Yeah, it’s definitely true,” he grins, not even flinching as the blonde smacks his hand away. 

Then, everyone can’t stop staring at the hickey on the hollow of his neck, including Midoriya. Iida, bless his heart, has to ask for clarification on the rumor, and then Ochako won’t shut up. “I can’t believe you haven’t heard!” She hisses, holding her hands out and clearing her throat. “Okay, so Kirishima told me that Bakugo was being weird and all of a sudden, he stops going out with us. Odd, right? Then there’s a whole new fan page dedicated to pointing out all of the random bruises spotted on him during fights. Then the tabloids pick it up, and images of scratch marks and hickeys and all types of stuff are exposed, so there’s a rumor circulating that mister everyone-but-me-sucks-ass is secretly dating someone.”

Iida is humming in acknowledgement, adjusting his glasses. Kirishima pipes in, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah! And like, he won’t even tell me who it is! He’s been keeping it under wraps. Midobro, you work with him everyday - who do you think it is? I’m sure you see much worse in the locker room,” he waggles his eyebrows at his friends, dodging as the blonde goes to chop him on the head. 

Suddenly, all eyes are on him. He blushes nervously, flinching away from his boyfriend’s touch and gulping harshly. “Um, I don’t know?” He chuckles nervously, watching as he swirls the remaining punch around the inside of his cup. “Kacchan and I don’t really talk about stuff like that,” he replies lamely, hiding behind his cup as he brings it to his lips to take a drink.

Kirishima and Ochako deflate visibly, the two of them chattering back and forth about one thing or another as proof of the rumor. Midoriya drinks to calm his nerves, sighting into his cup as he effectively steers away from that conversation… again. “All right, the next person who decides to gossip about my sex life is getting an explosion to the face,” Bakugo bites at the group, eliciting a couple of giggles. He makes direct eye contact with Deku as he says it, eyes swirling with mischief.

They only hold it for a few seconds, just over the lip of his cup until the message is clear. You owe me. When he turns his attention back to the rest of the group, everyone’s moved on to other sidebar conversations. Except Ochako, who is watching him intently. He feels caught, embarrassed, and he clears his throat to go get more punch. 

The party is actually a much-needed distraction. Deku ends up getting just the right amount of drunk: blissfully unaware of his general anxieties but still largely in control of himself. The induced mental freedom does open up his brain to avenues he typically doesn’t explore, especially his impulses, so when Todoroki goes to the restroom and leaves Izuku alone for a few minutes, his feet naturally carry him to where Kirishima and Bakugo are.

“Kirishima, happy birthday!” He giggles, cheeks a light pink from the flush of alcohol. Red Riot beams, pulling him into a big hug and thanking him. He’s sloshed, but he’s always been a fun drunk so the greenette doesn’t mind; it’s his party, after all. 

“Hey Midobro, thanks! I’m really glad you could make it!” He pulls back, grabbing onto the back of the blonde’s collar to pull him in close to their conversation. “Hey, I know it was forever ago, but I wanted to say I’m sorry to the both of you for…you know,” he whispers unsuccessfully, his voice way louder than it should be due to his intoxication.

Bakugo snickers. “You don’t gotta apologize. I’m the one who started shit,” he murmurs, looking Deku over. His eyes linger on the expanse of the freckled hero’s thighs, pleasantly on display due to the shorter inseam. Deku hums his appreciation at the attention, carefully disguising it as a response to his friend.

“No, I should be sorry. Kirishima, you didn’t do anything wrong - it was just a hard conversation.” His emerald eyes trace the hard lines of muscles tugging at the edges of the short sleeves on his polo, resting over that spot on the small of his neck with the hickey. “Which we’re over with. Right, Kacchan?” He giggles, tipping back his cup to down a quarter of it. 

The blonde has had a few drinks throughout the night, not really the type to drink too much but indulging in celebration of his best friend. The tips of his ears are red, however hard he attempts to conceal it, a tell-tale sign that he’s drunk. Must’ve been the beer pong; Sero is a menace. 

Someone else grabs Kirishima’s attention, the redhead chasing after another story or a round of shots, leaving the pair alone for the first time that evening. Neither of them speak up, content to enjoy the silence and ambience of the party from their corner of the room. “I’m sorry to Kacchan, too,” Midoriya mumbles and leans against the wall.

Bakugo’s brows furrow together and his lips twist. “For what, nerd?” He huffs, the insult sounding more endearing than his own name. 

Deku says nothing, smiling at the ceiling and enjoying the various colors reflect off of the white expanse. “Because,” he finally manages, words spilling out of a sloppily. He watches his boyfriend come back from the bathroom, smile faltering as the other spots him.  He’s dragged away by Ochako and Iida to help Yaouorozu get down from the ceiling, stuck by glue she created, with only one helpless shrug of his shoulders. Midoriya offers a small smile in acknowledgement.

His shoulders sag when he’s out of sight, exhaling through his nose to drink another quarter of his cup. “Cause of that ,” he mumbles into the plastic. Because you have to deal with him not liking you, because we have to split our time, because I would rather be here with you. 

There’s a hot breath against the shell of his ear. “You owe me,” he rasps huskily, tone dripping with lust and dominance. It sends a delightful shiver down his back, all the way to his toes, and he’s following his partner through the apartment without a second thought. 

He knows it’s risky, beyond sketchy, and fucking stupid, but he’s craving the attention Kacchan can give him, the attention Kacchan will give him. He loves to be praised, to be complimented, and drunk Deku likes it a hundred times more. 

They don’t even make it all the way down the hall before the blonde has him pinned against the way, a knee between his legs. “Someone’s eager,” Bakugo teases, canines glinting as he smirks devilishly. He’s kissing the expanse of his throat before long, hands roaming up the sides of the greenette’s body hungrily. 

He bites his lip, fisting a hand in his spiky locks to control himself. “N-Not on my, ah, neck, Kacchan,” he asks quietly, doing his best to not sound too eager. His hands are lifting him by his ass the next second, thumbs rubbing up against the muscles exposed by his more revealing shorts. They hike up past the edge of his boxers, revealing more skin. 

Kacchan is licking and sucking at the outer part of his left ear. “You’re such a fucking tease , y’know that?” Deku shivers and kisses up the side of his neck, nipping gently in his favorite places but not hard enough to make. Bakugo growls low in his throat and sucks on the cartilage viscerally. “Giving me those big, fuck-me eyes all night, yeah?” He asks as he pulls back,

God I love it when he’s drunk, Midoriya thinks, remembering the cup is his hand and moving to finish it.  The blonde stops it before it can reach his mouth, eyes glinting with trouble. “You like that shit, Deku?” He purrs, opening his mouth to down the rest of his drink instead. He holds it in his mouth, doesn’t swallow, and swats the cup to the ground and moves one hand to pry his chin down and back. “You remember, yeah? Swallow. ”

Midoriya almost creams himself at the command. 

This isn’t technically a kiss, but it’s more than just a peck on the lips. It’s open-mouthed, sloppy, wet, and needy as the blonde lets the drink from his mouth pour into Izuku’s, using it as an excuse to lick up the underside of his tongue in the process. The greenette is thankful for it as he swallows down his moan along with the alcohol, his shorts tenting with his arousal. 

We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this here - anyone could walk in. Todoroki could walk in. What if he sees us?

“What if, hm?” Bakugo hums, licking a strip up the underside of his jaw. Deku fights to stifle his noises, lips loose from the recent alcohol he’s added to his bloodstream - he’s definitely drunk. Kacchan is kissing at a sensitive spot behind his ear and jaw, sucking recklessly as his hands move to slide under his shirt and pet his abs. “You don’t want him to see how pretty you look under me?” He taunts. 

Midoriya lolls his head to the side and arches into him, his growing erection just barely brushing against the blonde’s hard body. When he unlatches from behind his ear, the younger hero moves his attention to the hickey on his collarbone, attacking it and sucking greedily. Bakugo hisses lightly and moves his fingers to run across a nipple aggressively. 

Something is warning him, telling him to stop. His intuition is screaming at him, telling him to at least get in another room and shut the door, but Bakugo’s lips and hands are shutting his intuition up faster than he can protest.  

Bakugo is pushing his mouth off a few seconds later to attack that spot behind his ear again, grinding up into him lightly. “Do y’know how tempting you are with these fucking thighs?” He grabs them bruisingly tight. “You'll be a good boy for me, Deku, yeah?” He lifts his shirt until it’s over his chest, Bakugo moving to mark the skin there. He whimpers and tightens his fist in his partner’s locks. “Let me borrow that tight little hole for tonight,” he grunts.

Deku is aching, eyes hazy with lust as his partner teases him. Things are progressing quickly, hands moving to belts and inside of boxers, until his Danger Sense is alerting him with a mild notification. He freezes, pushing Katsuki back by the shoulders and looking around wildly. “K-Kacchan,” he shushes, forcing the other to stop his ventures.

There’s no one, nothing, no matter how hard he looks. It was nothing, he tries to tell himself, but his body knows better. Danger Sense usually will only respond to malice or ill intent, but sometimes, it can be affected by emotions of anxiety, stress, anger, air hatred. With the mild effect, Deku assumes it’s the latter, meaning that someone could have seen them.

They’ve been caught. 

Bakugo tries to continue their previous actions, grunting in annoyance, but the mood has been killed by one of his quirks and now the greenette can’t think. “Kacchan, someone saw us,” he tries, ripping his legs away from his touch to stand back on his two feet. 

His partner frowns, staring down at him wildly before sucking his teeth and withdrawing. “I think it’s just your big dumb brain, Deku,” he sighs, retreating regardless and moving to fix his clothes. “What a buzzkill,” he mumbles under his breath. 

Deku rolls his eyes, anxiety spiking. He works quickly to fix his shorts and shirt, attempting the best he can to smooth his hair back down. “Yeah yeah, not like you won’t have your way later,” he chides. There’s a small silence filled with the rustle of clothing, and once they’re presentable, Midoriya steps a few paces to the sides. “What if someone really did see us, Kacchan?” He asks softly, teeth gnawing at his lower lip.

The blonde snorts. “What if, Deku?” Midoriya sighs and walks back to the rest of the party first,  eyes scanning around every corner for a sign that someone saw them. He doesn’t see anyone, and by the time he’s back in the main room, Todoroki and the rest of that group are returning as well with Yaoyorozu in tow. He smiles and walks up to them, asking what they’re doing and trying his best to act natural.

Ochako’s eyes won’t leave him the rest of the night. 

 

They head back to Todoroki’s house that night, Deku a little too drunk to get home by himself safely. He’s not wasted but close after drinking more following his…whatever, with Kacchan. Bad idea, that’s what it was. His boyfriend is really affectionate after the two drinks he’s had, and when they waltz in his living room, he’s spinning him around playfully. 

He’s giggling madly, focusing all his efforts on coordinating his steps as they dance. At least I don’t think he saw us. Todoroki pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back gently as the rock and sway together. “Midoriya, did you have a good time tonight?” He asks quietly, exhaling softly in his ear. The greenette nods gingerly, smiling to himself. He did have a great time at the party, even after the mini fiasco. 

His boyfriend starts kissing his forehead lightly, hugging him tightly as they dance in the living room. Deku allows it, the comfort much needed in the face of the anxieties he’s faced tonight. Truth be told, this is what kept him with Todoroki for as long as they were. While he can’t satisfy the sexual part of him, his gentleness and affection he gives him makes up a small part of what he can’t get from Kacchan. 

God, I’m deplorable. 

It’s been a while since they’ve been this way, but the alcohol in his blood coaxes him closer. Maybe I can have them both. Maybe there is a way, he tries to justify mentally. Todoroki cups his cheek tenderly and raises his head, mismatched eyes staring at him lovingly. “I love you, Izuku,” he tells him, searching his face for an answer.

I’m in love with Kacchan. Do I still love you?

Instead of answering, he tilts his chin to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. His boyfriend leans into it, rubbing the tops of his cheeks sweetly. The greenette stops swaying, melting into his arms at the warmth of his lips. They’re kissing innocently but with purpose, and for the first time in months, Deku remembers why he and Todoroki got together in the first place. 

For once, his thoughts are quiet. 

The chime of the shorter hero’s phone interrupts both of them. Deku pulls back and turns his head down to glance at the notification, ensuring it’s not urgent so he can return his attention to Todoroki. It’s Ochako, and he would’ve deemed it unimportant if he wasn’t so confused.

“I’m sorry.” Is all the text says. Sorry? For what? 

Todoroki’s cold thumb pressing into the bruised skin behind the small of his ear, poking at the mark that Kacchan left him earlier. Izuku pauses, gaze trained on his phone and as the taller hero stops petting him. “Midoriya, what’s this?” He asks flatly.

When he pockets his phone and looks at him, Shoto’s face is impassive and expressionless. “Dunno,” he hums innocently, praying that the other can’t see the fear he holds. Todoroki sighs heavily through his nose, stepping back to lift the edge of his shirt until it bunches at his neck. He gasps, blushing wildly as he thinks of the marks that have been left there. 

He’s been caught. 

“So it is true then,” his boyfriend starts, dropping his shirt quickly and pulling away from him. “You’re sleeping with him.”

 Midoriya can’t meet his eyes, head reeling from the wash of emotions he’s forced to overcome. “W-What?” He asks dumbly, hoping he can work his way out of this somehow. No, oh my god not right now. Please. 

Shoto puffs a breath, expression hard and jaw set as he looks him over. “Ochako told me that she thought she saw you two at the party, but she wasn’t sure. She told me that she saw you two leave his house together the morning after we fought, that some fan caught it and was sharing it as part of the rumors, but I…” he exhales, covering his mouth with his hand for a moment.

Deku’s suddenly a lot more sober, cracking the knuckles of his hands anxiously. “Todoroki, it’s not what you think,” he tries, forcing his breathing to come under control. 

He looks at him pointedly. “Then what is it?” Midoriya’s mouth is dry, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and preventing him from answering. “You know, I believed her when she told me.” Emerald eyes snap to his, wide with fear and confusion. “I thought that although it really sucks to come in second place to Bakugo of all people, I did this to us, to you. I pushed you to him, made it easy for him to swoop in and recover the pieces. So I said fine, if they slept together when we were on a break you know what? I’ll get past it,”

He swallows around the lump in his throat, stomach churning unpleasantly. “I thought we were doing better. I thought that if we were back together again, if I didn’t hold you back from seeing him, then you wouldn’t feel the need to go back to him.” Todoroki turns away from him briefly, a hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. “Am I really all that bad?”

“I’m sorry.”  

Deku puts two and two together rather slowly, but eventually, his inebriated brain works the pieces into place. Ochako saw them, she told Todoroki, and all he did was give him the proof. “Todoroki, no,” he whispers, voice tight. “It’s not you, okay? I…fuck,” he curses clumsily. “You’ve been nothing but sweet to me, Todo.”

“Midoriya, you know he won’t ever love you back.” His words are akin to a glass of ice water being poured over him. He’s frozen entirely, heart and mouth stopping as he digests what he tells him. “You’ve been pining after him your whole life, with or without the bullying, and he’s never responded to your advances. I’m not the only person who has eyes and can see how you feel for him, and if he hasn’t addressed your feelings by now, what makes you think he ever will?” Todoroki huffs, breaking their conversation to take some deep breaths. “Have you told him how you feel or have you avoided it because you know that I’m right, that he doesn’t have the capacity to love you back?”

Midoriya wants to start crying again, but his eyes are dry. This is what has felt wrong, hasn’t it? As fulfilled and as healed as he’s felt lately, as much love as he’s been receiving from Kacchan it’s never the type of love he’s craving. Every time they come together, eat together, finish one of his favorite movies, or attempt to cook together, he’s holding back from screaming how he feels for fear that he’ll be rejected.

Todoroki is right, isn’t he? Kacchan hasn’t ever shown love interest in anyone aside from sex, let alone his partner who has been warming his bed for months now. He’s risked his life for him, taken hit after hit in his protection, saved him, fought with him, cooked for him, hugged him, kissed him, and came inside of him, yet he’s never once told Midoriya he’s felt any differently.

If he confesses and tells Kacchan he loves him, their friendship might be over for good, because the blonde doesn’t “do” affection and attachments. Losing Kacchan altogether is worse than holding a one-sided love because at least if he’s feeling hurt, he can still pop up at his house in the middle of the night to forget about his pain. Without him, Deku might really be lost.

He knew that Kacchan would never give him what he gave, yet after taking a break from his boyfriend, he held out some hope that their relationship could bloom into something more. Months later, here I am…

Suddenly, Shoto is grabbing a hold of his left hand, clasping both of his around it. “Midoriya, I can love you without any reservations. You don’t have to worry about someone who might never accept your advances or acknowledge your feelings, because I already do. ” He shakes his head, a sad smile decorating his face. “I love you, Izuku,” he starts, Deku staring wide-eyed as he gets down on one knee. Oh no. “We’ve been together for a long time. So long that I almost forgot, we weren’t already married,” he chuckles nervously. “I will do anything to have you in my life entirely. I’m not asking you to stay away from Bakugo or to change your feelings about him. I know that there are parts of our relationship that we struggled with before that, but I can’t envision a future that doesn’t have you in it.” He licks his lips and meets his gaze, holding it for a few seconds. 

“Marry me, Izuku Midoriya.”

 

He’s at Kacchan’s apartment far past his scheduled bedtime, but the blonde answers the door regardless. He’s pushing past his partner before the door can open all the way, ripping off his shirt hastily. “Deku, what the fuck?” the blonde gruffs, voice groggy with sleep. He shuts the door, locks it, and runs a hand through his hair as he faces him. 

Deku’s undressing down to his boxers in lieu of a response. When he’s almost bare save for his bottoms he reaches for the blonde’s shorts, tugging at the waistband desperately. “Fuck me, Kacchan - right now,” he begs, palming over his soft length through the fabric. 

Katsuki was already shirtless when he came to the door, so Deku kisses his chest in a stronger effort to persuade him. The blonde is gripping his shoulders and gently pushing him back before he can force his shorts off. “What the fuck happened?” He asks. The greenette puts his forehead on his chest, hands laying flat against his abdomen as he does his best to remain calm. “Don’t start this baby shit again, Deku; I’ve seen you take down five men at once,” he adds for clarity.

He shuts his eyes tight enough to see stars, palms sweaty as he prepares himself for the conversation ahead. “Ochako saw us,” he clarifies, sighing heavily. “She told Todoroki, and he saw the marks you left on me - I don’t want to talk about it.” He does his best to deflect and reroute their conversation into the bedroom by trailing an index finger down the blonde’s happy trail, swirling at the baby hairs there. 

He feels the muscles under his hands flex as they tense, Bakugo adjusting so that his hands rest on Midoriya’s waist. “So you came running here to beg me to fuck you? What the hell did he even say to you, huh?” He sucks his teeth, hands gripping his waist intently. “Do you want me to go kick his ass into next Tuesday for you?”

“He proposed to me, Kacchan,” Midoriya reveals, both hands hooking into his waistband and gripping tightly. “He said he knew we were sleeping together before and asked me to marry him.” For a minute, Katsuki is silent and unmoving. Then, he’s forcing the smaller hero’s hands out of his waistline and holding them tightly at his chest, the movement jerking his head off of his chest so that he can stare directly into blazing red eyes.

“What?” He asks, breathless and seething. His jaw clenches when his partner refuses to repeat the sentence, brows narrowing intensely. “Deku, are you being serious?” He rasps in disbelief. Midoriya nods, expression downcast. Here it comes. Bakugo doesn’t let him go but does lessen his hold, arms dropping a tad to make them both more comfortable. His tone is quiet and reserved with the next question. “What did you say?”

“Todoroki, you can’t just ask me that right now!” He exclaims, turning away from him and ripping his hands-free. 

Behind him, his boyfriend stands back on both feet. “Why not? What better time is there than right now?” He clears his throat. “We’ve been together for six years and I never proposed to you; what better way is there to profess my love to you? To show you that you don’t need anyone else?”

Deku spins around as slowly as he’s able to stare at him. “I don’t know, but not like this,” he whines, hands splayed at his side. “We can’t just pick up where we left off like nothing has happened. Todo, I don’t even know how I feel about you right now.”

His eyebrows fall. “You don’t love me?”

Midoriya refrains from rolling his eyes, puffing out his chest as he exhales. “Of course, I love you, Todoroki; I can’t just erase my feelings for you because you hurt me and abused my trust, but it’s more than that. Love isn’t enough sometimes, and-”

“It’s because of him, isn’t it?” He interrupts, arms crossing his chest. “You love him more than me?”

Deku opens his mouth and closes it promptly, swallowing harshly as he tries to formulate an answer. “No,” he stutters, cheeks warming as he lies. 

Todoroki sighs. “Is it that imaginable for you to think of us, married, living together? Spending the rest of our lives in peace?” Deku shakes his head, a frog growing in his throat as he paints him a picture. “Okay, Midoriya, I get it. It was unpredictable and sudden of me to spring this on you, so I’ll give you some time to think about it.”

“I can’t,” Midoriya chokes, throat throbbing as panic swells in his chest. “I can’t marry you, Todoroki. You asked me to choose between Kacchan and you before, and even though you say I can have you both you know that I can’t, that Kacchan won’t allow it,” he briefs, biting the inside of his cheek until he draws blood. 

Shoto walks toward him, stopping a couple of feet short. “If you tell him you love him and he feels the same, I’ll back off,” he bargains, green eyes snapping up to him. “If he accepts your feelings and you two decide to work it out, I’ll leave you alone. But,” he rests a hand on his shoulder. “Promise me we’ll try to work things out if he says no. I’ll pick up the pieces, I’ll change what I need to, and we don’t have to get married until you say so, but I think we owe it to ourselves to give it our all, don’t you?”

“I love you,” he murmurs, cheeks flushing as he avoids meeting the blonde’s eyes. 

Bakugo’s grasp goes slack. “What?” He pants. “That’s what you told him?” He asks hesitantly, accentuating every syllable. 

Emerald eyes lock on to those rubies that feel like home, his heart breaking as he spills his guts. “I love you , Kacchan,” he dedicates, shifting so that he can thread his fingers through the blondes. “I told him that I love you,” he mumbles, taking in the wide-eyed look his partner wears. 

He watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and looks Deku up and down, eyes softening as they review the marks he’s left on his pale skin. When they lock gazes again, the softness is gone, replaced by the guarded expression he wears on the job. “You can’t love me, Deku,” he gravels just loud enough for the other to hear.

His heart is bleeding and his chest is caving in at the rejection. Todoroki knew this would happen. He feels slighted, cheated, guilty, embarrassed - every emotion possible. It’s similar to discovering that his boyfriend of years had been lying to him, only worse, because he’s only had a few months with Kacchan and now he’s going to lose them all. “But I do,” is all he manages, voice wavering as he fights back tears. All I do is cry.

Bakugo lets his hands go and steps back. “What do you want from me?” He rasps, hands slack at his side. “What do you expect me to say to that, Deku? Fuck.”

The greenette draws in a shaky breath, laughing to himself as it all comes crashing down. “What do you think I want you to say, Kacchan? When someone confesses to you, there are only two ways to approach that conversation.”

Kacchan curses and puts his hands on his hips, stepping away from his partner a few feet. Izuku’s skin is tingling with anxiety as he waits, his fingers going numb as his breathing quickens. “I don’t know,” the blonde mumbles, head hanging low. 

The greenette tries to practice his breathing exercises as he stands and waits for a proper answer, patience wearing thin as his anxiety spirals out of control. “That’s not good enough,” he quivers.

“I don’t know, Deku!” Bakugo roars, hands clenching at his side as he paces back over to him. “I don’t fucking know, okay?”

He doesn’t feel like himself when he speaks up. “Then I’m going to say yes,” he replies cooly, eyes hollow as they look back at him. “I’m going to say yes because he apologized, told me he was wrong, and promised me he would never keep me from my friends again; including you.” His voice breaks as he finishes, mouth dry as he tries not to shake.

“Really?” Bakugo scoffs. “You’re gonna marry that asshole after he mocked you and me, after he lied and deceived you?”

Deku groans. “What did I do to him, Kacchan? Did I not cheat on him, with you of all people?” His voice raises, hands shaking as he holds them out in front of him for emphasis. “You don’t have any problem banging me but the second a little feelings get involved you suddenly don’t know what to do? He’s not stupid, Kacchan, he saw the marks on me and you tonight! Fuck, there’s even a picture circulating on the internet of us leaving your house together in the morning after I found out about it!” He hollers, chest heaving as he defends himself. “He’s even willing to let me continue fucking you if it means that I’ll marry him!” 

“And you would be happy to tie the knot with that spineless fuck knowing he can’t give you what you want?” The blonde yells back at him, hand pointed away from him.

Deku steps into his personal space, shoving him back by his chest in a fit of emotion. “Happier than spending my time loving someone who can’t love me back!” He cries, eyes glossy as he holds himself back. Bakugo is stunned into silence, jaw clenching and unclenching rhythmically. “You think I’ve ever felt as comfortable with Todoroki as I feel with you?” His voice cracks, tears building. He shoves him back again, harder this time. “You think I like how much my body and heart respond to you when you wouldn’t even text me back?” He shoves him again. “You think I like having to choose between being loved or being wanted, huh?” He shoves him into the wall, hands pushing against his shoulders as he unleashes his emotions. “Am I supposed to wait around forever, hoping that you might change your mind but with no guarantee?” He deflates. “Am I supposed to lie to our friends about who the ‘lucky girl’ is that’s been warming your bed forever?”

Bakugo wipes his eyes with the pad of his thumb, face impassive as he takes him in. “I don’t know how to love people, Deku,” he murmurs somberly. “I didn’t want to kiss you because I didn’t want to lead you on. I’m aggressive and blunt, short-tempered and exact - I’m just an asshole. I can’t change who I am, and I don't know how to love you.”

Midoriya lets him go and retreats, hands to himself as he steps back. “Then you know what my choice is,” he resigns, backing away toward the front door. “I’m sorry, Kacchan, but I can’t do this anymore,” he wavers, tears wobbling in his tear ducts. “I can’t separate how I feel for you from…whatever this is,” he waves around, sniffling lightly. 

The blonde is pulling him back in for a hug, biceps squishing him to his chest. “Deku,” comes his deep baritone in his ear. “Stay,” he offers. The greenette starts crying, tears falling unwillingly as he shakes his head. “Let me have you, just for tonight. You can sleep in my bed, cry on my pillow, eat all of my food - I don’t care, just stay ,” he begs, voice cracking as he squeezes him tighter. 

Deku sobs openly, hugging him back with all his might. “Kacchan, I love you,” he wails, burying his head into his neck. “I love you so much it hurts.” Katsuki shushes him, a hand moving to run through his hair tenderly. He shakes his head again and hiccups. “I don’t care if you’re mean or abrasive. I knew you would never love me back yet I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t stay away from you. You make me feel so wanted, so needed, and now that we’re friends again my life has never been better,” he chokes. “We’re perfect on the field together, Kacchan! I’ve never been a better hero than with you by my side. You know how to cook my favorite meal and which All Might movie is my favorite. You know I’m a crybaby and probably a freak but you let me in anyway. I don’t have to tell you what I need, you just take one look at me and you know !” 

“Deku,” Bakugo croaks. “Deku, you can’t love me. I bullied you for years, I tormented you, told you to jump off the fucking roof,” he stifles back a cry. “I’ve made fun of you and your friends, mocked you, hurt you - you can’t.”

Scarred hands untangle themselves until they’re pressed against the old scars on the blonde’s side. “I love you more than I love myself, Kacchan. You’re my favorite hero,” he kisses into his neck. “Dependable, reliable, smart, cunning, selfless, and beautiful Kacchan,” he kisses between each word. 

They hold each other for the next few minutes, Deku mumbling softly into his tan skin as he gears up for his next words. “Let me go, Kacchan.” The blonde doesn’t budge as he tries to pull back, arms firmly holding him in place. “Kacchan, you have to let me go,” he tears.

“Fuck you,” Bakugo spits, resting his head atop his. “I can’t let you go.”

A weak whimper leaves Midoriya. “If you can’t love me, Kacchan, then you have to let me go,” he says firmly. Suddenly he’s being picked up and carried, those strong hands grabbing his thighs with ferocity. “Kacchan, stop,” he says meekly as he pulls his head back from its resting place in the crook of his neck. His partner ignores him, carrying them down the hall to his bedroom. “Kacchan, please,” he pleads. “You’re making this impossible.”

“Fuck you.” Kacchan deposits him on the bed roughly, his body bouncing off the mattress lightly. He’s on top of him the next second, pinning his hands up above his head. Bakugo starts at his favorite spot under his jaw, kissing down his neck hungrily. 

Deku squirms under him, pushing up against him in an attempt to free himself. “Kacchan,” he turns his head away from the blonde as his kisses don’t relent. “We can’t,” he whines and sniffles. “Please don’t, just let me go.”

Bakugo switches his grip to only one hand pinning him down, the other guiding down his body until it grabs a hold of his ass. Midoriya lets out an involuntary moan, biting his bottom lip as the blonde’s erection drives into his thigh. “No,” he growls and bites down on the small of his neck.

Izuku bites down a whimper and shuts his eyes tightly. “Kacchan, stop it,” he attempts again. His partner grinds into him lewdly, drawing a shaky moan from him. “I can’t,” he pushes up against his hand, the task more difficult now that he’s held with his hands bunched. He ends up grinding up by accident, cheeks flushing. 

“If I let you go, how do I know you’ll come back, huh?” The blonde taunts. His voice is dark and hoarse and his tone sends a shiver down Midoriya’s spine. “How do I know you won’t leave me with a shitty letter and take off again, huh?” He gravels, his hand moving to rub the front of his pants over his growing boner. 

The greenette sobs, chest burning as he panics. He’s talking about when I left UA. “Not fair. I can’t, ah, pretend I don’t love you,” he cries. His member is growing fast, his head fuzzy as the blood travels downward. “I deserve to be loved, Kacchan.”

Bakugo is shimming his pants off, tossing them to the side, and fumbling around before removing his boxers, leaving him completely exposed. Deku bucks into him, bending his legs as best as he can to get leverage to push him off. “Isn’t this enough?” His rival husks, licking up his neck sensually and nipping at his Adam’s Apple.

Midoriya moans softly against his best interests. “N-No, Kacchan, it’s more than just this,” he turns his head to the other side, pushing his mouth back, and presses up against him with his hips.

Kacchan is leaning up for just a second to grab the lube from his discarded pants, rutting their lower bodies together as he does. There’s the pop of the plastic bottle cap, some shifting, and then those rough fingers are splitting him open two at a time. “K-Kacchan! Stop!” He begs, cock twitching despite his words. 

He’s thrusting his fingers in and out of him vigorously as he bites down and sucks haughtily at his freckled shoulder. When he releases, he’s groaning into his ear and curling his fingers upward. “More than making you fall apart in my hands?” Deku moans embarrassingly loud, precome beading at his tip. He licks up his shoulder to his jaw, pressing light kisses at the juncture. He adds a third finger, splitting him open with a scissoring motion repeatedly. “More than making you come multiple times a night?”

The dirty talk is only worsening his situation, punching into the coil in his gut and bringing him to the cusp of an orgasm. I can’t, I can’t come like this. I can’t come for him again or I’ll never leave. “Please,” he moans, biting his bottom lip.

Bakugo places a kiss at the corner of his mouth, pushing his fingers aggressively deep inside until he slams against his prostate. Deku screams, hips lifting off the bed as they try to back out. “I know you like the back of my hand, Izuku.” He pulls out and pushes back in rapidly, targeting his sensitive spot to make him scream again. “I know you better than you know yourself.”

Midoriya is squeezing his thighs around him as hard as he’s able, hoping his build will provide him with an advantage. The blonde’s stronger upper body overpowers him at his hands and inside him, keeping him pinned regardless. “I don’t want you,” the greenette lies, crying meekly. 

His lips are on his. “Liar,” Kacchan murmurs against his mouth, licking his lower lip provocatively. “You don’t want anyone but me; you’re molded just for my cock,” he whispers, withdrawing his fingers to pull as much of his shorts and boxers down as he’s able. 

When four digits plunge into him next and strike his prostate borderline painfully, he comes, his seed spilling between them embarrassingly. “Stop, Kacchan,” he wails, hips jerking in betrayal. 

He withdraws to free his cock from its confines and nibbles on his lip. “This is what you asked me for, remember, Deku?” The greenette can’t fight against him as he breaches the first ring, the familiar stretch pulling at the band in his stomach and stirring his libido again. It’s not as pleasurable as possible because he’s short on lube, but the drag of his member pushing in him to the hilt turns him on more. “I told you I wasn’t nice, yet you begged me for it.”

When he’s balls deep inside, he forces his cock to twitch, brushing up against his prostate gently. “What more can I give you? Is this what you need?” He kisses him passionately, his lips wet and hot as they press into him. Midoriya wants to fight back, wants to tell him to get off and that he doesn’t want him again, but how can he when his heart is singing? Kacchan is kissing him with more fervor than ever. Kacchan is holding him down against his bed, refusing to let him go. Kacchan made him come, Kacchan is inside of him and it feels like home.

He’s pulling all of the way out as he devours his lips, overtaking him with his tongue and licking sloppily. He slams into him with reckless abandon, punching that bundle of nerves again. Deku pulls his head back and arches into him and moans, a mix of pleasure and pain as he’s desecrated. Bakugo sucks violently at his neck, overwhelming the greenette with touch. 

“If I let you go,” he drawls. “Whose gonna pound you like this?” He pulls out again and thrusts back in just as aggressively, ripping another broken moan from him. “Whose gonna make you your favorite dinner and beat your ass at Hero Combat then fuck you till you can’t keep your eyes open, hah?” He moans into his ear, picking up his pace.

His left hand is gripping his ass cheek intently again. “K-Kacchan,” he cries, choking on his tears. “Kacchan please,” he begs. “D-Don’t make this harder for me.”

Bakugo is marking his chest and shoulders without candor as he fucks into him. “There’s no one else who can use you like this,” he moves to wrap a hand around his forgotten member, pumping it slowly as he moves in and out of him. Deku mewls, chest unbearably tight as he fights with himself. “Who else can have your back like me,” he clamps his canines into his collarbone, drawing blood. He pulls back and laps at the pearls of blood there. “Who else can deal with your crybaby attitude and your shitty mumbling.”

Shame fills him and the coil in his gut tightens rapidly. No, I can’t come again! I can’t, I can’t. Oh god, please, Kacchan fucks me so good. No! Wait, oh my god I can’t think. Finally, the blonde pulls his mouth back from his torso, crashing their mouths back together and moving against him hungrily. “You think Todoroki will make you happier than you are right now?” He chides against his lips with a hard thrust, forcing Deku’s breath from his lungs and making him see stars. “He’ll never be able to make you come on his cock this way, he’ll never know how much of a freak you are,” he accentuates with another hard thrust. 

Midoriya can’t breathe. His ass is sore already and his cock is throbbing painfully under his partner’s grasp. Moan after moan spills from him like a waterfall the closer he gets to his second orgasm, the pleasure white-hot as it burns through him. “ You’re mine, ” Kacchan growls into him, abusing his bottom lip between his teeth. 

He shakes his head, forcing their mouths apart. “You can’t say that,” he says hoarsely. “If you c-can’t you love me, Kacchan, I-I’m not yours-” his voice hitches as the blonde withdraws his hand from his erection, fumbles around in the sheets next to them, and then that hand is at his throat and squeezing lightly.

Emerald eyes snap to him as he’s manhandled, searching for an answer in those ruby irises. Bakugo straightens a little higher, fingers applying steady pressure around his throat as he pounds into him. His eyes are dark and hazy with lust, but his brows are furrowed with mild concern and his lips are slightly parted. He’s teetering on the edge of his orgasm as they lock gazes, time stalling the longer they maintain their eye contact.

“I know you were listening that night I fucked that girl from the club.” Deku feels like throwing up, legs loosening around him as his resolve grows weak. No. No. No. No! No no no I can’t do this! A grin splits his face and he leans back in, far enough to look down on him but not close enough to kiss. “You touched yourself to the sound of my voice until you creamed your shorts, hm?” He squeezes his throat tighter, blocking some of his airway.

Midoriya closes his eyes, doing his best to shrink away from him as he denies it. “N-No!” He’s so overwhelmed he feels himself withdrawing mentally, his head light as he’s choked. Unfortunately, it turns him on further, bringing him to the cusp of his orgasm the longer his hand holds his neck. “Kacchan, no!”

“ Liar, ” he growls, hips halting once he’s enveloped fully inside of him. His lips move to the shell of his ear, licking at it teasingly. “You don’t mumble in your sleep.” He increases his grip around his neck, the pressure enough to make his body tingle with the lack of oxygen. “I lied to you when we were kids to make you feel like shit about falling asleep on me, nerd, ” he taunts lowly into his ear. He feels like he’s hit his funny bone repeatedly the harder he chokes him, his cock angry as he does his best not to come. “You don’t make a sound when you sleep, you faking pervert.”

With one final adjustment that has his vision going dark at the edges and makes his head feel like he’s in the stars, Deku comes again, screaming hoarsely as it's pulled from him unwillingly. Kacchan knew! Kacchan knew this whole time! I was doomed from the start! Somehow, he knows this is his punishment, that this partially unwarranted sex session is his doing, his payment for being unfaithful to his ex. His punishment has him squealing and shaking underneath his best friend, his crush, his rival, his love, his childhood friend, and his heart.

“You look at him like you would die without him.” Todoroki had told him earlier in the day.

Isn’t that the truth?

Bakugo withdraws his hand from his throat, replacing his fingers with light pecks on either side. He’s wiping the tears from one of his large eyes, cupping his face gently as he starts to move inside him. Deku can’t stop crying, even when he feels there are no tears left, his mouth shut tightly as he tries to keep whatever bits of his sanity he has left. I can’t live without Kacchan. Why can’t he love me? Why can’t I stay here forever? Why couldn’t I be happy with Todoroki? Why? Why? Why?

“I love the way I feel inside you,” the blonde murmurs into his cheek, kissing lightly as he slows his pace. Those painful thrusts shift into long, pleasureful ones, sweat collecting at his hairline as he rocks into him sweetly. “I love the way you take me, the way you ah, can’t control yourself around me,” he continues, nuzzling their noses together and thumbing at the corners of his lashes. “I love how strong and capable you are, how you never back down from a fight.”

His heart feels like it’s going to explode. This can’t be happening right now. “Kacchan, don’t-”

He shuts him up with a kiss. “I love your modesty and your tenacity. I love how you know everything about nothing and all these little facts that no one gives a shit about,” he closes their mouths together again wetly. His hips are rolling into him deeply, passionately, and although he’s not abusing his hole like he typically would, Deku feels more pleasure than he ever has. “I love having you by my side. I love cooking for you, baking with you, and watching the second All Might film multiple times a week until we get sick of it.”

His thumb messes with his eyelids until the greenette has to open them. When he does, he thinks he might’ve actually died and gone to heaven because Kacchan has tears in the corner of his eyes and looks at him like he might disappear from underneath him at any moment. Deku brings their foreheads together so that their noses touch, nuzzling against his lovingly and choking down a sob. “I love you, Katsuki,” he weeps.

He pulls out until just the tip of his dick remains inside him, stretching him out as their lips meet and slide together. “Isn’t this enough?” Bakugo’s voice breaks. He shuts his eyes and sighs shakily through his nose. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your time, your love, your lust. I’m a piece of shit, a fucking asshole, a reckless hero, and a self-centered dick.” He takes a deep breath. “I love your freckles, your big, creepy eyes, your tiny nose, your strong legs, your fat ass, your stupid hair, your-”

I love you.

Izuku kisses him like it's for the first time again. He touches his lips tentatively against Kacchan’s soft ones, barely meeting before he pushes forward and parts his slightly. The blonde stops talking and releases his hold on the greenette’s hands so that he can properly cup both sides of his face. His thumb rubs gingerly at his cheeks, his nose, and the corners of their mouths as Deku invites his tongue inside. When they make out this time it’s like fireworks set off in his chest, their tongues dancing with one another expertly.

Deku wraps his legs around his partner and his arms around his neck, squeezing down on his cock as permission to keep going. Bakugo obliges, resuming his pace and fucking into him lovingly. Their feelings are one, their hearts beat together and their breaths are in sync as they make love. The room is filled with the heavy smell of their sex and Kacchan’s sweat as they grow closer to their finish, mouths never straying too far from one another in the process.

“Izuku,” the blonde moans into his parted mouth, pace quickening with need. Deku nuzzles against his nose, nodding in understanding, and kisses him deeply.

“Katsuki,” he calls. “Katsuki, come in me.” The blonde groans, slotting their tongues together as his hips begin to stutter. “I’m yours, Kacchan. I love you, I’m yours,” and then Bakugo is coming into him, hands fisting into the sheets beside him as his cock empties. Deku comes again although there’s not much left in his spent body, his scarred hands fisting in spiky locks painfully tight.

Kacchan loves him.

It takes a few minutes for their bodies to calm down and their breathing to even out as they come down, bodies tangled as they wait for it. Bakugo rolls over to his side, chest heaving as his arms cover his face. Deku doesn’t want to move but he can feel just how much the blonde came inside him,  already leaking from him liberally, and he doesn’t want to sleep without sheets tonight. He forces himself to sit up and onto his knees, fumbling around in the sheets until he finds his boxers. He wipes what he can with his underwear, tossing them aside until he can get up properly. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots his phone where it lay forgotten to the side, screen lit up. He grabs it curiously, brows twisted in confusion until he realizes what has happened.

He’s somehow accidentally called Todoroki, who hasn’t hung up, and who has been listening to them for the past x amount of minutes. “Oh no,” he pales, hanging up as quickly as he’s able and throwing his phone across the room. “Oh my god, no.” He’s flinging himself on top of his partner the next second, pulling his arms away from his face. “Kacchan!”

He finds a knowing grin plastered across the blonde’s face when he reveals him. “What, nerd? You butt dial someone?” He teases, cheeks pink with his after-sex glow.

Midoriya short-circuits, face flushed red in embarrassment. “ You! ” He pounds his chest playfully, ass sore as he adjusts himself. He avoids wincing in favor of biting the inside of his cheek, brows furrowed disapprovingly.

“Consider it payback, nerd. At least he got the memo that you’re no longer interested,” Katsuki haunts as he sits up, placing a sloppy kiss on his lips and skirting his fingers along the small of his back. “I’m never letting you out of my fucking sight again.”

He has a hell of a lot of shit to deal with in the morning, starting with Ochako. In the meantime, he’ll enjoy the space he shares with Bakugo. 

 

“I love you, Kacchan.”

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