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Agency accounts:
Shoto's accounts:
Shoto's circle:
Momo, Shoto's best friend and manager. She's dating Kyoka. Kyoka, Shoto's friend and his main producer. Mina, Shoto's friend and his stylist. She also knows Katsuki's circle. Tenya, Shoto's friend who is a manager at UA Entertainment. He's a common friend of Shoto's and Izuku's.
Izuku's accounts:
Izuku's circle (his friends are all under UA Entertainment):
Katsuki, Izuku's childhood best friend, he's an idol and is dating Eijiro. Eijiro, Izuku's friend, a personal trainer. Ochaco, Izuku's friend, also an idol, and likes to box for fun. Denki and Hanta are Izuku's friends and are idols, too. Hitoshi, Izuku's friend, producer, songwriter, and works with Shoto's team sometimes. Tenya is also in the friend group; manages 'thenaris'.
Notes:
hello! this is an socmed au i've been doing on my twt acc. finally decided to move it on here:) please excuse the formatting lol, it's my first time posting photos on here!
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you'll have to excuse if the format looks messy, ao3 please be kind to me LOL
Chapter 3: izuku enters the chat
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Hours later:
Notes:
yes i obviously took MAJOR inspiration after cigarettes after sex, sue me (please don't).
Chapter 5: aftermath of the bar
Notes:
cw: mentions of nsfw content, nothing too explicit.
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“I’m sorry we ruined your night,” Hitoshi whispers as Izuku applies pressure with a clean cloth to stop the bleeding. Izuku hums and presses harder. Hitoshi winces, cursing under his breath, “Okay, you’re pissed off, I get that. Do you think I wanted to fight Sero?”
Izuku’s jaw clenches. His hand remains on the cloth, still applying pressure to the wound. A second passes, then another two, before Hitoshi speaks up again. “Denki and I have been fooling around for the past several months. It started one late night when he came to my studio in tears over Sero.”
Hitoshi tries meeting Izuku’s gaze, but quickly gives up as Izuku sets down the cloth and reaches for the first aid kit. Hitoshi continues speaking, “They were in some kind of back and forth, and Denki was getting tired of Sero not deciding what he wanted. I held him that night as he cried and one night turned to another, and soon we were spending nights at each other’s places - platonically, of course.”
“But then things became… charged?” Hitoshi sighs. Izuku pauses his search in the contents of the first aid kit. Hitoshi feels his face heat up, and his gaze strays to the floor. “We had sex after a couple of drinks. I thought it would be a one-time thing, but then it just became something we did.”
Hitoshi pauses, blinking when Izuku applies some petroleum jelly to his lips. He waits until Izuku is finished before continuing, “It wasn’t even like a friends with benefits situation. It just felt right. Anyway, I think Sero must’ve realized something was up because Denki started not coming over, and whenever I approached him at work, he would excuse himself or just plain ignore me.”
He swallows, then clears his throat, attempting to keep his voice even, “So, yeah, tonight I had a couple of drinks after several days of him ignoring me, and it spiraled out of control. They were so touchy tonight, and yeah, maybe I was just a fuck for him, but fuck, Izuku, I think I fell for him. And seeing another man’s arms around him tonight? I couldn’t help but be snarky toward Sero. A confrontation between us was going to happen no matter what.”
“It’s not even my lip that hurts the most, you know? It’s the way that after we exchanged hits, Denki went after him. Even as Sero brushed him off in anger, he only had eyes for him.” Hitoshi’s voice quavers, and Izuku’s brows furrow before he walks away from Hitoshi and heads towards the kitchen. “Seriously? I just put my heart on my sleeve.”
“Izuku, quit giving me the silent treatment,” Hitoshi grumbles as he gets up from his couch. He follows Izuku into his kitchen, “Izuku, please.” Izuku doesn’t falter in his movement as he quickly deposits some ice into a bag. Izuku doesn’t bother turning to look at him as he zips up the bag. He holds the bag out expectantly to Hitoshi. Hitoshi doesn’t take it, instead he stares at Izuku. Finally, Izuku breaks his silence, sighing as he grabs Hitoshi’s hand and dumps the bag of ice on his palm.
“You know I hate fights, ‘Toshi, and I hate them even more when it’s between friends,” Izuku’s voice is raspy yet even, “While I get the frustration and hurt of an unrequited love, you shouldn’t have started a fight,” Izuku holds out his palm, cutting Hitoshi off from responding, “Yes, you started that. I might have been tipsy, but you were trying to instigate something the entire night. Now I know why and how, but shit, Hitoshi, you should have just talked to Denki. Sent him a text. Confront him. I know you, I know him, and I also know Sero, and this honestly sounds like a whole bunch of misunderstandings and miscommunication.”
“You’re making it sound like I have a chance with Denki. You didn’t see how he looked at him!”
“Maybe you’re right, but like I said, just talk to him. Don’t just immediately think it’s unrequited love,” Izuku’s eyes soften as he watches Hitoshi’s facial expression crumple. He pulls Hitoshi into a hug as his friend bursts into tears, “It’s alright, it’s going to be alright. Let it out. Would you want me to accompany you in the studio? That way you have another way to let out these feelings.”
There’s a pause in the crying before he feels Hitoshi nod into his shoulder. “Okay, let’s go to your studio then. I’ll sleep over tonight and make sure that swelling goes down.”
“Thank you.” Hitoshi whispers.
Chapter 6: same morning, new drops
Summary:
consequences, ochaco probably writes her own fanfiction, and brain rot.
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The following day.
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Momo swings open the dressing room door that Mina and her had been waiting for Shoto to return to. Earlier, Shoto had received a call from his father right after the announcement of his ex’s hiatus. He’d begrudgingly answered, but after some seconds, Shoto had excused himself from the room. At that moment, Momo called her girlfriend, Kyoka, who was in a studio further down the hall. She confirmed that she’d seen Shoto’s father, Enji, enter one of the spare rooms. She never liked the man, but she knew that working for him could ensure that Shoto had more freedom than if his manager had been someone selected by the CEO and founder of Endeavor Agency.
As she sprints down to the room that Kyoka had told her with Mina right behind her, she curses herself for ever letting him out of her sight. Ever since Shoto’s breakup with Inasa, Enji had been searching for an excuse to find anything wrong with Shoto. The photo shouting out Care After Sex had angered Enji, and she knew it was more about his years-long one-sided competition with UA Entertainment’s own CEO and founder, Toshinori Yagi. Yagi’s acquisition of the massively popular band triggered Enji’s awareness of his own incompetence. It angered her that his hatred for Yagi meant that Enji saw Shoto as an extension of himself, and therefore, something that he could use to surpass not only Yagi, but everyone in that agency. To Enji, Shoto was supposed to be bigger and better, more liked, more successful than UA Entertainment as a whole. Even if Shoto put on a strong facade, she knew he constantly worked himself to the bone to try to appease his father. But, no matter how hard Shoto tried, he never seemed to fill Enji’s greed and ambition.
That’s why she hasn’t scolded Shoto for all the impulsive things he has been doing online. But now, as she hears continued yelling followed by a deafening silence, she wishes she had told him to rein it in a little, if only to prevent Enji from hurting her best friend. You can’t reason with monsters, she thinks, and that’s the last thought she has once she opens the door.
The scene is somehow better yet worse than she expected: worse in that she believed that Enji wouldn’t dare harm Shoto physically in the agency, better in the sense that Shoto wasn’t beaten.
Shoto hadn’t even flinched at the sound of her slamming the door open, nor at the sound of Mina’s gasp. Even now, as she glowers at Enji, Shoto does not spare even a glance at her. “Mr. Todoroki, I think it’s time for you to leave.”
“Ms. Yaoyorozu. I believed that the meeting we held the other day emphasized keeping the talent in check,” Enji replies coldly. If she were younger, Momo is sure she would’ve cowered at his words. After Shoto confided in her about what had happened to his mother, she vowed to keep Shoto safe. The angry, red outline of Enji’s palm on Shoto’s right cheek proves she had failed.
“And I believed that the safety of our talents was our main priority,” She responds. Mina grabs the sleeve of her shirt behind her, squeezing softly. Momo straightens her back, “Mr. Todoroki, you really should leave. Ms. Jirou will be on her way with some representatives of the media for an interview regarding his upcoming comeback. They are bound to arrive in a couple of minutes.”
That makes Enji freeze for a split second. He narrows his eyes and must sense Mina’s confusion behind her as he sneers, “I was not aware Shoto had anything of that note on his schedule for today.”
She’ll deal with the repercussions of lying to Enji later. “Yes, well, it was last minute.”
“I see.” Enji gives her one last suspicious look before leaving the room. Momo doesn’t fail to notice that he refuses to spare a glance at Shoto.
She and Mina stay quiet until they can no longer hear his footsteps. She’s the first to move to Shoto’s side, who is still on his knees. Mina follows after a few seconds, her hands hovering over him hesitantly.
Momo shakes her head slightly, and Mina moves her hands to her side. “Shoto, sweetie, Shoto, he’s left. You’re safe now. It’s just Mina and I. You are safe. Kyoka is on her way.” She pauses, “Tenya and Shinso are worried too.”
Shoto doesn’t respond, his gaze still locked to the floor.
“Shoto, you’re safe now. Let’s get you some ice for that cheek, okay?”
Still nothing.
Momo gnaws on her bottom lip nervously. The last time she saw Shoto like this… She shakes her head, “Okay, Shoto. Mina and I will need to touch your arms to lift you off this floor.”
That finally gets a reaction out of Shoto. He blinks hard twice before shaking his head. They watch as he shakingly gets up from his kneeling position.
“Good, good,” Momo praises softly. “Next, let’s-”
“Momo!” Kyoka’s voice startles them all, but especially Shoto. Momo curses under her breath as she watches Shoto shut in on himself again. Her girlfriend looks apologetic as she grimaces, lowering her voice, “What happened?”
Momo sighs, ignoring her as she turns to Mina, “Can you please grab Shoto’s things with Kyoka?” She looks at her girlfriend, “We can talk later. Once Mina gathers his things, I need you to take them to my car.”
Kyoka nods immediately. God, Momo loves her girlfriend.
“I’ll stay over at Mina’s tonight, then.” She mouths an ‘I love you’ before motioning for Mina to follow her. They leave the room quickly, closing the door as quietly as possible.
Momo sits next to a crumpled Shoto, not saying a word. She doesn’t know how much time passes before he finally speaks. “It wasn't even that bad. He was just angry that Inasa went on hiatus. Even though Inasa claimed it wasn’t due to the negative press from our breakup, my father believed otherwise.” Shoto’s voice quivers. “He said I should pick up more work since Inasa’s absence will impact the company’s profits. I told him no. That I have already been working hard on my new album.”
“He fully believes that it’s all my fault and I’m not doing enough. Said the concept for my new album is shit and that it’s not going to sell,” Shoto laughs wetly, “As if I have ever cared for that. That’s his priority, not mine. And I told him such.”
Shoto lifts his gaze, and Momo’s heart breaks as she notices the tears escaping his eyes, “He brought up my mom, Momo. My mom. I went off on him, and that’s when he hit me.”
“Oh, Shoto,” Momo lurches forward, wrapping her arms around him. Shoto collapses in her arms, and his sobs fill the room. She makes circles on his back, attempting to soothe him as she holds him. After several minutes, Shoto’s sobs become hiccups, and Momo finally speaks, “Do you want to sleep over at my place? Kyoka is staying over at Mina’s.”
Her heart isn’t ready for the desperation in his tone, “Yes. Please, Momo, I don’t want to be anywhere near him. Please, please, I don’t-”
“Shh, shh, I got you, I got you,” Momo quickly wipes his tears, “I won’t let you be alone with him anymore. I promise.”
Chapter 10: lives and mimis
Chapter by hqdeku
Summary:
shoto sleeps, wakes up, fanboys, then sleeps again. all in that order.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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lmk if the images for shin's live are too small! i know you can't zoom in on ao3, or at least, i haven't figured out how to do that, so i'll gladly make the images larger if you're having a hard time reading them:) that goes for any of the previous chapters & future ones!
Chapter 11: morning after
Chapter by hqdeku
Summary:
aftermath of shin going out (aka, katsuki crashes out and it won't be the last time he does so).
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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the format is still bothering me but we move... as long as yall are enjoying it idgaf
Chapter 12: dynamight's new album
Chapter by hqdeku
Summary:
a couple of weeks later, katsuki releases his new album.
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Chapter 13: karaoke night
Chapter by hqdeku
Summary:
izuku's crew goes out for karaoke to celebrate katsuki's album release with a surprise guest and drama.
Notes:
songs that will be sung:
heart on the window
tick tack
love me back
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“You getting out or what?” Kacchan’s voice startles Izuku from his thoughts. Kacchan’s holding the back seat door open for him. He looks annoyed, but Izuku knows that he’s concerned for him. Izuku forces a smile. When had they arrived at the karaoke? He glances behind Kacchan and finds Eijiro already greeting some of their friends in the parking lot. Kacchan moves directly in front of his sight, blocking his view.
The shadows of the incident, while no longer on his skin, still darken Izuku’s heart.
Izuku can’t seem to move from his seat. It’s like every muscle in his body has seized up, but he’s fine, he’s safe, and most importantly, he’s not alone. Kacchan narrows his eyes, “You still have time to back out. You’ve managed to avoid it every time we go do karaoke and you can do it again. I’ll even cover for you. It won’t be a big deal.”
That snaps Izuku out from beginning to spiral. He frowns, “We’re celebrating the release of your album, an album I know that you worked so hard on and means so much to you. I can do this.”
Kacchan scowls, “You worked hard on it too, even when you were abroad planning it.”
Izuku hums dismissively, “Yeah.”
“So, are you coming or not? I think Ei’s running out of time distracting our friends.”
Izuku swallows then smiles, “I can handle karaoke night. Now, move, so I can get out.”
“Izuku! Hi!” Toga, one of Ochaco’s girlfriends, tackles him in a hug. He hugs her back, smiling as she steps back and places her hands on his shoulders, “You look healthier! I was worried, since you know, you went to America. It’s not the healthiest place.”
“Babe!” Ochaco reprimands from where she’s talking to Eijiro and Kacchan. Izuku laughs, waving at her. “Hi, Ocha, it’s okay.”
“It’s not like she’s wrong, huh, Izuku? Sorry we both missed out on seeing you when you would come visit these past three years. You had the worst timing, visiting each time we had exams. Were you avoiding us?” Tsuyu, Toga’s and Ochaco’s other girlfriend, asks in a tone that Izuku isn’t sure if it’s completely teasing or serious.
“Of course not!” Izuku lets himself be pulled in for a quick hug from Tsuyu. “How’s law school going?”
“It’s going fine. Can’t complain,” Tsuyu shrugs.
Izuku nods before turning to Toga, “Congratulations on becoming a phlebotomist!”
“Thank you!” Toga grins as she hugs Tsuyu from behind and plants a kiss on her cheek. “‘Yu helped me study a lot.”
Izuku chuckles as he watches Tsuyu become flustered. Ochaco has now made her way over, joining Toga in teasing Tsuyu. Kacchan and Eijiro also come over, with Eijiro giving Izuku a look of concern. Izuku waves him off, “Who else are we waiting for?”
“Denki and Hanta are already inside checking us in,” Eijiro points to the entrance, “Shinso just texted me saying he’s like, two minutes away. We haven’t heard from Tenya just yet.”
Izuku hums and ignores the growing pit in his stomach. The parking lot is well-lit, and he’s surrounded by his friends, three of whom consistently box. He’s safe, he tells himself as he tunes out the bickering between his friends. His skin and bones, that weight and unyielding sorrow have all healed. Or, he thought so. “I think I’m going to head inside. Make sure that those two aren’t getting us in trouble or—”
“Tenya! Hello!” Toga’s voice cuts him off, right at the same time that he spots Denki and Hanta exiting the karaoke place. They both jog over to him and exchange greetings. He can still hear his other friends greeting Tenya, before they all go silent. Even Denki and Hanta have gone still at his side, which prompts Izuku to turn back.
Tenya’s holding Hitoshi’s hand. “This is my boyfriend.”
“Wait—” Hitoshi’s face is turning bright red, and Izuku feels like he has a concussion all over again.
There’s a pause before Tenya frowns, finally looking at Hitoshi, “You’re not him. He was right behind me.” Tenya lets go of Hitoshi’s hand and turns around. He’s about to take off when they hear him speak.
Well, they see the huge bouquet of flowers first, and then hear his voice, “I would hope that you’re not cheating on me the day that I finally get to meet your friends, mon amour.”
Izuku’s jaw drops as Tenya’s usual neutral expression brightens into a soft radiance as he quickly rushes to the man’s side. “Absolutely not, dear. I believed you were right beside me, but my friend Hitoshi had ended up by my side, and in my excitement to introduce you, I didn’t check that it was you.”
“Perhaps I need to hold hands with you more often so that you will recognize when it’s me by the memory of how my hand feels,” The man responds before handing over the bouquet to Tenya, “Now hold these while I greet your friends before I come across as rude.”
Izuku didn’t think it was possible for his jaw to drop even more as they’re suddenly faced with the French supermodel, Yuga Aoyama. He elegantly brushes his bangs from his face, giving them all a charming smile, “Bonjour, I’m Tenya’s boyfriend. Call me Yuga. It’s a pleasure to meet ma cherie’s friends. He speaks about you all the time.”
There’s a minute of silence, and then everyone’s exclaiming at once.
“What the fuck, you’re gay?”
“How did you bag the Yuga Aoyama?”
“This can’t be real. I’m dreaming. There’s no way I’m talking to Yuga Aoyama, and there’s no way he’s dating my manager. There’s just no way.”
“What the hell, Tenya?”
“Yay!”
Izuku finally picks up his jaw and points to Ochaco, “You knew! You knew, and now it all makes sense. That’s why his hair was in a tussle.”
Ochaco looks sheepish as she nods, “I walked in on them making out several days after that bar’s fiasco, in the choreo room. I’d forgotten something, so I went back to get it, and well, there they were.”
“Thanks for keeping it a secret,” Tenya gives Ochaco a soft smile as he leans into Yuga’s body. Yuga smiles, watching the chaos with glee.
Ochaco shudders but then laughs, “More like I was forced to!”
“You’re gay? Why didn’t you say anything?” Izuku nearly wants to hit Kacchan for his tactlessness, but his fiancé seems to beat him to it, drawing a squeal out of Kacchan when Eijiro pinches his arm.
“I just like who I like,” Tenya answers. He then smiles, “I thought it was funny — all of you thinking I’m a straight man.”
“Man, now we have to change the group chat name,” Denki whines before Hanta whispers something in his ear, making him giggle. Izuku looks away and clears his throat, “Should we head in? I think I need a drink before we get the story of how they met.”
He receives nods and hums in agreement.
“Oh! The flowers are for you, Dynamight. I’m a fan of your music, you see,” Yuga takes the bouquet from Tenya’s arms and hands it to a previously scowling Kacchan, “Congratulations on both your album release and engagement.”
“Call me Katsuki,” Kacchan’s scowl forms into a small smile. “Thanks.”
He’s tipsy. He feels warm all over as he laughs at his friends making themselves fools, drinking, and exchanging stories. They still have yet to start singing, but he doesn’t mind. His friends are having a good time, even if there’s still thick tension between Hitoshi, Hanta, and Denki, the latter two of whom are sitting with Tenya and Yuga. Katsuki, Eijiro, Ochaco, Tsuyu, Toga, and Hitoshi are all sitting together, chatting. Hitoshi keeps sneaking glances at Denki, and Hanta keeps glancing over at Hitoshi. Izuku can only pray they figure it out soon. He hates seeing his friends in distress.
“Why does Katsuki call you ‘Deku’ sometimes?” Denki’s voice brings Izuku back into the conversation. Suddenly, the chatting in the room stops, and his friends eye him curiously. That is, except for Kacchan and Eijiro. Izuku bites the inside of his cheek, contemplating what to say. Most of this friend group, outside of Katsuki and Eijiro, were new friendships, formed after that stage of his life, with Denki and Hanta being the newest additions over the past year and a half.
“Leave him alone,” Katsuki grumbles as he takes another sip from his beer.
Izuku sighs, killing the beer in his hand before answering, “Kacchan, it’s fine.” He turns to meet Denki’s eyes. It’s time for him to stop running from the past.
“I used to want to be an idol, and that was my stage name.”
The silence is loud. Izuku can almost hear the gears turning in some of his friends’ minds. He can feel Katsuki’s indignation and Eijiro tensing next to him. He can’t allow the cheerful atmosphere to dissipate, so he forces himself to smile, “I did some auditions here and there, but it didn’t work out, and I figured photography and videography suited me better!”
“And how long ago was this?” Hanta asks, frowning. Izuku pauses, but before he can answer, Hitoshi speaks.
“Can’t you tell that he doesn’t want to talk more about it?” Hitoshi sneers before glancing at Ochaco and pointing. “You get to choose the first song.”
“Okay!” Ochaco gets up from her seat, smiling mischievously. Izuku groans inwardly. “Izuku, c’mon, let’s do ‘Heart on the Window’!”
Izuku waves both of his hands, shaking his head, “I don’t sing.” He smiles awkwardly, but he feels as if his heart is going to jump out of his ribcage.
“Anymore, you’re saying? Let’s change that!” Ochaco grins widely, and he makes eye contact with Katsuki.
“Hold my beer, Ei,” Katsuki says as he passes his beer to his fiance. Katsuki then proceeds to stand up and grab one of the microphones, “I’ll do this song.”
“Boo! Your voice doesn’t fit Jin’s part!” Denki teases. Katsuki flips him off, “I’ll make it work.”
Izuku’s lost count of the drinks he’s had over the course of an hour. He’s drunk, drunker than he’s been since that rough year. Most of his friends are drunk as well, or on the verge of it, with the exception of Yuga, Tsuyu, and Eijiro. Even Tenya is drinking, and it makes Izuku smile that his nerves from earlier have cleared. Yuga was getting along with their friend group, and surprisingly (or not) well with Katsuki. Currently, Tenya, Eijiro, Toga, and Tsuyu are singing one of Shoto’s songs to annoy Katsuki. Katsuki doesn’t seem to mind, however, if the heart eyes he’s making at Eijiro are any indication.
Hitoshi is the only one who seems to be more drunk than Izuku. He’s a quiet drunk, and if it weren’t for the flush on his cheeks and how he’s been staring at Denki shamelessly throughout the entire session—especially when Denki covered ‘Tick-Tack’—Izuku wouldn’t know that his friend was drunk off his ass.
“You okay?” Izuku asks as he moves to sit next to Hitoshi. Hitoshi doesn’t answer, instead taking a swing of his beer and glancing over to where Denki and Hanta are speaking. Denki is leaning in to hear Hanta, nodding to whatever he’s saying. Hanta has an arm draped over Denki’s shoulder, and his eyes keep flickering to Denki’s lips. “Oh, Toshi, I’m sorry. Do you want to leave?”
Before Hitoshi can answer, both Denki and Hanta get up as their friends finish the previous song. They watch the duo head over to the karaoke machine and pick a song. Izuku bites his lip nervously and glances at Hitoshi, then back at the pair. His therapist would say it’s just his anxiety, but he knows tonight won’t end on a happy note.
He hates when he’s right.
Denki and Hanta start singing ‘Love Me Back,’ and the pit in his stomach turns into a sinkhole.
“What the hell? Since when does Hanta know Korean?” Katsuki yells.
Eijiro pats his shoulder, “Babe, UA literally makes the idols learn.”
“I know that, but these two always struggled with it! Since when can they speak so fluently?”
“Babe, they probably memorized the song.”
Izuku tunes them out as he focuses back on Denki and Hanta. Both are dancing, staring into each other’s eyes as they sing the lyrics — as if it were just the two of them. They’re practically confessing to each other as they do, and Izuku finally gathers the courage to look at Hitoshi.
He’d expected anger or even a neutral expression, but instead, Hitoshi is completely crestfallen. Tears begin to collect at the bottom of his eyes, and Izuku immediately grows angry on his friend’s behalf. He reigns himself in since he promised himself he’d remain neutral between his friends, but seeing how devastated Hitoshi is, Izuku’s not sure if he’ll be able to keep that promise.
Denki’s always been a little more oblivious, but Hanta has always been in tune with other people’s emotions. He doesn’t believe Hanta would purposely harm Hitoshi, but how could they not see they’re hurting him?
Denki turns his gaze to Hitoshi as he sings, “Waiting for your call—”
Hitoshi takes a short intake of breath before his voice cracks, “I can’t do this anymore,” he mutters to Izuku. Before he can respond, Hitoshi leaves the room. The singing stops, and Denki looks to Hanta before running after Hitoshi.
Izuku is about to stand up when he feels Katsuki’s hand on his shoulder. “Let them talk.”
Chapter 14: rain, lightning, and missed words
Chapter by hqdeku
Summary:
shinkami fight and their friends are doing their best to support them.
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“Hitoshi! Wait up!”
Hitoshi stops in front of the bathroom down the hall. He doesn’t turn around yet, instead blinking away tears and taking a deep breath. Watching the two perform a song about pining and loving each other felt like a stab in the heart, and sobered him up in the process. He turns around, faced with a smiling Denki.
“Hey! Having fun?” Denki doesn’t wait for Hitoshi to reply as he fiddles with his hands, “Right, so, Hanta and I were talking, and—”
Hitoshi can’t listen to Denki say the other man’s name anymore, and the alcohol has broken his filter. “So, am I just a joke to you?” He ignores the confused expression that crosses Denki’s face. “I understand not wanting to… not wanting to do what we were doing anymore, but you couldn’t tell me that you guys figured it out?”
“Hitoshi, what are—”
Hitoshi plows on, and where the warmth of the alcohol resided in his chest, it’s replaced with scalding anger. “That he finally wants you?” He doesn’t register the hurt expression on Denki’s face.
“Hitoshi, Hanta and I aren’t dating. I don’t know where you get that idea, but—”
“Yet, you guys aren’t dating yet,” Hitoshi pauses, knowing that once he says what he says, there won’t be any going back. “You don’t get to call me Hitoshi anymore.”
Denki’s face crumples, and his breathing becomes labored, and suddenly, Hitoshi doesn’t know what he wants anymore. This isn’t giving him satisfaction, nor is it making it hurt any less. “You know what?” Hitoshi laughs humorlessly, “I would’ve been fine with you using me to get him jealous. I would’ve been fine just being friends with benefits if that made you happy.” Hitoshi takes a shuddering breath, “If I didn’t love you, it would be fine. But I stupidly fell in love with you. I fell in love with you and watched you run back to him. And yeah, maybe that is my fault. I accept that.”
“You know what I don’t accept? That you’ve been ignoring me after you got what you want. I thought we were friends before we were lovers.” Hitoshi feels like he’s out of breath. “You promised we would remain friends no matter what. I was supposed to always be your friend. But guess what, Kaminari? Friends don’t do that. Fuck you both.”
Hitoshi doesn’t look at Kaminari’s face as he turns away and books it out of the hallway, ignoring the shouting behind him, and leaves the building.
Rain hits Hitoshi’s skin, yet instead of its gentle touch, it stings. “Fuck,” he whispers as each droplet cuts right through him. Hitoshi’s face feels like it’s on fire. He doesn’t allow himself to cry, not yet, not until he’s in the comfort of his own bed.
The same bed that he shared with Kaminari. He sighs, jolting when he feels a warm hand tug on his wrist. He whips around and is met with the sight of an angry Kaminari. “Are you serious? You won’t even give me a chance to explain?”
“What is there to explain, Kaminari?” Hitoshi yanks his wrist away from him, but his hold only tightens. “You got Hanta to realize he likes you, that he wants you. I’m not needed anymore. Were you ever going to tell me?”
“This isn’t about him! There’s nothing to tell!” Kaminari is yelling at him now, though it’s hard to hear over the roar of water hitting pavement. The rain pours, but even as it soaks through their clothes, they don’t seem to care. “You are being so, so unfair!”
Hitoshi scoffs, “Unfair? You want to talk about unfair?” He fights to look him in the eye, but each droplet that catches his lashes makes it nearly impossible to see.
“Unfair is how you ignored me in person, even when all I wanted to do was talk. I wanted to know what was going on. If you and him talked things through,” Hitoshi points at the building, “Unfair is singing a love song, acting all touchy with him, while you knew — and I know you did — that I was feeling a certain way since our fight at the bar. Unfair is not even giving our friendship a chance. Because guess what, Kaminari? I would have happily taken my feelings to the grave if you said you and him are finally together after who knows how many years of pining. I would’ve rolled over and been okay with you two, because you would’ve been happy.”
“Are you happy now? Huh? Does this make you happy? Does he make you happy? He does, right? Seeing how you were all over him tonight. I broke my rules for you,” Hitoshi continues, even as Kaminari’s touch burns more than the rain, “When I first got my big break as a producer, I made a rule that I would never sleep with anyone I was working with, much less fall in love. But you were in so much pain after he couldn’t make up his fucking mind about you, that I couldn’t not help you out as your friend. And, yes, shit got out of hand.”
“Could you listen for a fucking second?”
“I’m done, Kaminari.” Hitoshi tries to get out of his grip, but Kaminari only tightens his hold on his wrist more.
“Stop pushing everyone away, Hitoshi—”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I get to call you whatever I want after what happened between us. You just confessed your love for me, which I had no clue about, and now—”
Hitoshi’s finally able to yank his hand away from Kaminari, the rain helping him slip out of his grasp. “There was never an us. I was only a stand-in until you got who you finally wanted, Chargebolt.” Kaminari flinches at the usage of his stage name, and Hitoshi doesn’t waste a second to dig himself deeper into his own hurt, “You don’t owe me your love, and I sure as hell don’t need your pity.”
There’s a pause while they’re both bearing the weight of the rain pouring on them. Hitoshi’s lavender curls turned black in the downpour, stray pieces clinging to his face and dripping water onto the concrete between them.
“So, that’s it, then? You won’t even give me a chance.”
“I never had a chance against Sero to begin with. It was stupid to think that I did just because I was able to hold you a couple of times as if I were the last man on Earth. Which, I’m obviously not. I do hope Sero sees you as his last, though.”
“You’re a dick, Hitoshi.”
“And you were a mistake,” The words spill out quicker than he can think, and oh, he didn’t expect Denki to immediately start crying. He can’t backtrack, so he digs deeper, “Falling in love with you was a mistake.”
“I don’t know you anymore,” Denki says quietly. He’s shaking now, but whether it’s from the cold or his feelings, Hitoshi doesn’t know. “I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done.”
Hitoshi watches as Kaminari turns his back on him, and this time, as he reenters the building, he knows he deserves Denki leaving.
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