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Hitoshi’s boots hit the ground almost silently next to where the ping had been sent out from. He slipped his phone back into his pocket when he caught sight of the hero who had sent him the private ping for help. When he got closer he let his steps make more noise to alert Shouto of his arrival but there was no movement to show he was conscious at all.
Hitoshi managed to get all the way to the wall in between Shouto’s slightly spread legs before the mop of half red half white hair lolled back and familiar blue and grey eyes hazily looked up at him, though it seemed as if all Shouto could manage to do was look through him rather than focus.
“Shinsou,” Shouto murmured sluggishly-so he could see him then.
“Got into it with something bad, did you Shouto-kun?” Hitoshi asked casually, “Must have been to take down our top graduate.” Hioshi nudged one of Shouto’s legs over so he could get closer-but he made no move to crouch down just yet-enjoying the view of Shouto, ass in the dirt and neck craning, struggling to hold any meaningful eye contact.
Shouto made a weak noise caught between a hum and something else. “Bakugo would kill you if he heard you callin’ me that,” he said while his eyes finally slid from the space above Hitoshi’s left shoulder to almost his right cheekbone.
The effort was cute enough.
Hisohi dropped down finally and took a hold of Shouto’s chin to assist him in looking into his eyes.
“That oversized firecracker?” Hitoshi let his eyes drop to Shouto’s soft lips but he refrained from stroking at the almost pout planted there. He leaned in amused at the way Shouto strained his eyes to try to follow as Hitoshi moved past his face to murmur into his ear, “Bakugo wishes he knew what it was like to kill someone.”
Shouto’s breath hitched beautifully but Hitoshi only let himself savor it for a moment before leaning back to assess the actual damage. He had a good idea of what exact Shouto had run into; Eraserhead and him had been taking turns monitoring the area attempting to track down a particularly tricky villain. A quick scan and Hitoshi found what he was looking for deeply embedded into one of Shouto’s thighs. Several needle-like quills quivered in the thick muscle that was shaking with the toxins being pumped into it.
“A heteromorph villain, some type of porcupine species,” Hitoshi rattled off as he casually moved Shouto’s leg, twisting it to get better lighting, ignoring the muffled noise of pain Shouto had swallowed down. “Has some type of neurotoxin effect that both paralyzes and-” Hitoshi tweaked one of the quills slightly pulling a surprised and louder pained noise out of Shouto as he attempted to squirm away from the sudden intense sensation, “-extremely heightens the sense of pain. Nasty.”
Shouto shifted, making a move to try to push himself up, but Hitoshi shoved him back down easily while maneuvering himself so Shouto's legs were now resting over his own thighs. He pushed the one under Shouto’s injured leg up slightly more to brace it and he squeezed just above the knee. “No, no, Peppermint. Didn’t you hear me? These things have to come out before I can take you to the paramedics.”
Shouto shook his head no, but he managed a few sluggish rolls that only slightly resembled a shake and mostly just managed to make the long strands tangle together even more so than they were when Hitoshi had arrived.
“Come on now,” Hitoshi murmured, once again taking Shouto’s chin between his fingers and directing him to look at him. “You can handle this much, can’t you? There’s only five.”
Shouto’s pupils shrank even more so in the dim light and Hitoshi had to tighten his grip to keep Shouto from shaking his head no again, it took almost no amount of effort to do so before Shouto’s face softened and he gave Hitoshi the briefest of nods that he more felt in his fingers than saw.
“Good, so good, Shouto-kun,” Hitoshi murmured and while Shouto was still settling into the idea of the amount of pain he was about to be in, Hitoshi wrapped his fingers around one of the quills and yanked it out without warning.
Shouto seized up, his legs squeezing Hitoshi underneath him but his teeth had been clenched hard enough to keep the noise to a simple hiss. Before he could fully relax again Hitoshi pulled a second one just as roughly and Shouto nearly spasmed out of his lap, but Hitoshi had been ready and held him down with his other hand on Shouto’s uninjured thigh.
“Shh,” Hioshi shushed him even though Shouto hadn’t technically made any noise of complaint. “See only three left, you're doing great.”
As he talked he slipped his fingers around the third quill, but before he could get a proper grip, Shouto was shaking his head violently and making another poor attempt at pulling out of Hitoshi’s grip.
Hitoshi moved his hand away from the quill to tilt Shouto’s chin back and he let his head lull back limply until it stopped with a thud against the cold brick of the wall.
“Please,” Shouto pleaded weakly with his eyes entirely out of focus staring into the direction of the lone streetlamp barely peeking over the dingy alley. “I can’t…”
The pleading fell on deaf ears though because sometime between the first and the second quill, Shouto had somehow managed to get his lip or something between his teeth and a pink streak of drool had started to roll down out of the corner of Shouto’s soft lips. Hitoshi leaned in, crowding Shouto up against the wall further and blocking the light from his pale face to press his thumb into the slick blood tinged drool. He pushed upwards wiping it off of his chin and back up to his mouth where he gently nudged at the tight line until Shouto’s weakened jaw gave, allowing Hitoshi to slip his thumb inside. He rubbed the drool into Shouto’s warm wet tongue before pulling back, dragging the pad of it across Shouto’s teeth.
“Three more,” He said, as if Shouto hadn’t said anything at all, he moved to the quill he had been intending to pull. He paused with his grip fully secure, putting on a look of thoughtfulness. “Would it help if I counted to three for you?”
Shouto took a few moments, attempting to process Hitoshi’s question through the poison muddling his brain, before he nodded slowly.
“Ok Shouto-kun,” Hitoshi said softly using his best tone of reassurance and care, “One… Two-”
He yanked out the third quickly and Shouto seized up with a cry and Hitoshi really had to hold him steady as he thrashed about, an impressive feat with how much paralysis was coursing through his muscular system by this point. When he settled, the pain had sharpened Shouto’s wits enough for him to catch Hitoishi’s eyes, and Hitoshi had to bite back his own noise of desire at the way Shouto’s bottom lip was quivering.
He fought the urge to rub his thumb against the swollen part again and instead focused on making sure his expression was schooled into one of concern, and hoping Shouto would be too distracted to notice the way Hitoshi shifted himself so his dick was pressed more firmly against the slight exposed roundness of Shouto’s ass from the way he had slumped backwards, his abdomen finally having enough strength sapped from it to keep him from holding himself upright fully.
Hitoshi wished momentarily that Shouto’s hero outfit wasn’t a one piece because surely by the way he was positioned, it would have given him access to the soft skin of Shouto’s belly or the dip of his back.
Instead he turned his focus back to the two remaining quills and he slipped his hand over the blood soaked fabric to firmly grip one. “Count of three, right Shouto?” he asked calmly as if he didn’t see the flash of anger in Shouto’s eyes, Hitoshi licked his lips to wet them. “One-”
The second to last quill was pulled before Hitoshi even fully finished the word but this time it seemed like Shouto was prepared for him to do something like that and he had braced himself for the early pain. Unfortunate for Shouto because his clenched muscle only made the barb at the end of the quill pull through more tissue before fully releasing. Blood flowed even more freely from this wound and Hitoshi cursed under his breath at the sight underneath him.
Shouto was a strong hero and not someone who showed much on his sleeve as far as anything affecting him physically or emotionally. But on rare, beautiful occasions Hitoshi would have him like this, quivering and helpless beneath him.
“You lied,” Shouto’s voice warbled through the wet tightness of his throat, and Hitoshi didn’t even need to look at him to know he was crying.
He looked anyway because it would be so wasteful not to. he sight of Shouto with his pink swollen lip still quivering with the shaking of his chin and glassy eyes looking up at Hitoshi full of pain from the betrayal would have Hitoshi throwing his head back with a groan if he could manage to tear his eyes away from the erotic sight, which he wouldn’t.
“One more,” Hitoshi said, ignoring the accusation and barely controlling his own vocal chords from giving away just how much having Shouto like this affected him. “We have to.”
“To-” Shouto drug in a slow deep breath, before he let his chin drop to his chest as he let it out slowly, “To three this time, promise.”
“Ok,” Hisohi agreed easily, rubbing circles with his thumb on SHouto’s uninjured thigh. “I promise, to three. Okay?”
Shouto’s head only twitched, and it could have been a no or a yes but Hitoshi took a hold of the final quill, taking time to shift again so that his own leg was once again properly bracing Shouto’s.
“One-” Hitoshi leaned in, careful to not jostle the quill but wanting to be closer to catch each shallow breath pulled in anxiously, “-Two…”
Hitoshi trailed the word out a bit watching Shouto wrestle to keep himself from tensing up again.
“...Three.”
The alley paused briefly in the heavy moment after Hitoshi counted but nothing came after. Hitoshi held the moment in his chest as he watched Shouto, watched as another fat tear was squeezed out of his tightly closed eyes to roll down the track made by the others. Unable to stop himself, Hitoshi reached over with his hand that wasn’t covered in the tackiness of Shouto’s drying blood and he ran the rough pad of his thumb up Shouto’s soft cheek, catching the next tear right as it fell loose from long white eyelashes.
Shouto’s eyes opened, the corner of his lips turning down with slight confusion as he watched Hitoshi rub the warm tear against his tongue. He held Shouto’s eye contact as Hitoshi savored the saltiness dissolving into his own saliva.
Shouto’s lips had stopped trembling in the momentary peace, and they parted slightly after another heartbeat of nothing.
“What-”
The piercing wail that came from Shouto was one of the most beautiful sounds Hitoshi had ever heard and it almost made him cum right on the spot. He threw the final quill to the other side of the alley and dove down to swallow the rest of Shouto’s cries in a hungry kiss that was entirely one sided and mostly just Hitoshi devouring Shouto, who could do nothing to resist.
“You promised,” Shouto cried and Hitoshi continued to kiss around the words of complaints, ignoring him.
“Shinsou,” Shouto gasped as he struggled to get enough air for both the kiss and his objections, “You promised.”
The weak complaint was swallowed down with the rest, but Hitoshi pulled back from the kiss after slightly nudging his nose against Shouto’s cold-sweat covered temple.
“Oh darling,” he murmured through open mouth kisses against the salty skin and moving his way lower to Shouto’s exposed neck, “I counted to three just like you asked, didn’t I?”
Hitoshi nipped at the slow and weakened pulse at Shouto’s jugular.
He stood then, and pulled Shouto up, easily swinging him into a princess carry and abruptly started his way towards the street. “No complaining,” Hitoshi ordered, more firmly, “I gave you what you asked for.”
Shouto looked like he was trying to protest some more, but Hitoshi easily maneuvered him into a more secure cradle against his chest, effectively stopping any more movement of Shouto’s limp head.
The medics showed up sirens wailing just as Shouto’s breaths turned ragged and Hitoshi swiftly assisted the responders into getting him onto the stretcher and an oxygen mask was quickly wrapped around Shouto’s face obscuring it from Hitohsi’s view moments before the door closed and the truck sped off towards the hospital.
He stood there watching the lights fade into the night, and just as he was about to turn away he was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. Hitoshi was surprised he had been so wrapped up in Shouto he hadn’t noticed when Eraserhead had made it to the scene.
“He’s lucky you were in the area,” Aizawa said with that tone he used when he was trying to awkwardly comfort someone.
Ah.
Hitohsi opened and closed his hand, stretching the tacked dried blood that covered it until small cracks formed and showed his hand underneath in a spiderweb of pale skin against red stain.
He schooled his voice but allowed some of the thickness to remain, knowing it would make him sound just the right amount of emotional. He turned to his mentor and with a well practiced pull of his bottom lip between his teeth he asked, “Will he be ok?”
Aizawa gave a curt nod. “Yeah, cause you were here.”
Hitoshi genuinely blushed at the sincere pride in Aizawa’s words. He jerked his head to turn back to the direction of the hospital, even though the lights could no longer be seen, hoping his capture weapon would hide the Cheshire grin pulling at his cheeks.
“Take the rest of the night off,” Aizawa said, burying his face into his own scarf because they were both bad with these moments of emotions, still. “You saved his life, I’m sure he’d be happy if you went to see him.”
Hitoshi turned and gave Aizawa a genuine grin, “I just did what any hero would do.”
An hour later Hitoshi, dressed down in simple jeans and tee, ducked out of the little gift shop by the hospital with a smile, soft nod, and a gentle thank you.
It was late and the nurse at the desk had said Todoroki wasn't taking visitors at the moment, but a flash of a smile and his hero license got him through the door; a tight grip on the roses and a panicked pitch to his voice got him into the room.
“Todoroki-san your boyfriend came to see you.” The nurse giggled and pulled the curtain for privacy before softly closing the door.
Hitoshi strolled up to the bed and, when in reach, his hand gently touched Shouto's leg through the thin hospital blanket. He frowned at the rough stitching as he drug his fingers up over Shouto’sknee.
“Your boyfriend?” Shouto asked with a thin eyebrow arched up high.
The rest of his movements were still a bit rough from the toxins, but it seemed he was recovering the finer movements that used the smaller muscles in his pretty face quickly enough.
Hitoshi pulled his eyes away from Shouto's disapproving look to trail down the pale column of neck begging to be marked up more thoroughly than he had had opportunity to back in the alley while his fingers danced higher on the thigh. The blanket was thin but an effective barrier keeping Hitoshi from attempting to subtly pull the even thinner hospital gown up over the white bandage there.
“Should I have not? They wouldn't let me in otherwise…” Hitoshi let his voice trail off, knowing Shouto could fill in the rest if he really wanted.
“Right,” Shouto's unenthused deadpan snapped Hitoshi's eyes off of the gentle curve of exposed collar bone back to Shouto's face. Moving his hand off the location of the injury Hitoshi instead gently touched where Shouto had bitten his lip.
The bleeding had stopped even before the paramedics had arrived, but now unfortunately even the swelling had gone down too. Shouto made no move to stop him as Hitoshi pressed his thumb into the tender spot, pushing it until Shouto dropped open his mouth slightly to relieve the pressure Hitoshi was putting on it. The lip rolled over Shouto's bottom canine easily and it would take almost nothing for Hitoshi to press it down hard enough to draw more blood.
The thought was tempting.
“You act like you don't want me here.”
Hitoshi rubbed the lip over the canine a bit harsher, still toying with the idea of breaking it open. Shouto always looked more beautiful with a mouth full of blood. The crimson really suited him.
Hitoshi snapped his eyes to Shouto's fire blue and steel silver when he suddenly bit down on Hitoshi's finger catching it between his teeth.
He looked so serious but his mouth betrayed him by tonguing subconsciously at the captured intruding finger, smearing his own blood on Hitoshi's hand once again. What a tease.
“Don't try to act all cold to me now, darling, you looked so pretty before, blood running hot and so needy.” Hitoshi pressed harder on the lip, unforgivingly so until he felt the skin splitting further open, and Shouto gasped softly into the silence of the hospital room.
Using his temporarily stronger muscles, Hitoshi pushed Shouto's head back into the cheap pillow and, with one hand, he pulled his finger out dragging the lip with him and rubbing the blood and drool off on Shouto's freshly washed face.
His eyes were elsewhere, further down at Shouto's lap where thin hips shifted trying to hide from his attention.
Cute.
Hitoshi leaned in, crowding up in Shouto's space so he could speak against the soft flushed shell of Shouto's ear, one bloody finger stroked down Shouto's chest, just a hair from catching on the perked nipple so obvious through the thin gown to his lap,
He let his voice drop and laced it with suggestion. "You didn't think-back there-I hadn't noticed you got hard too, did you?"
Hitoshi turned so his lips brushed more against Shouto's skin, teasingly. "You were in so much pain... so, so much pain, crying with it... and still, you got hard, for me."
Shouto whimpered when Hitoshi's touch barely ghosted over his obvious erection.
Slowly, Hitoshi pulled back, and he savored the minute lean of Shouto's body trying to follow him but he didn't give into the many temptations running through his mind.
Instead he stepped back over to where the flowers had been discarded, and he gently placed them in Shouto's lap. He brushed Shouto's bangs back and placed a soft kiss to the edge of scar tissue there. Noting how he trembled ever so slightly at such a gentle touch.
“Don't cry, Shouto-kun. Focus on getting better, we can play again when you get out of the hospital, I promise.”