Shortcake

by todocest

Summary:

Shouto and Touya weren’t close growing up. After their high school graduation, both Fuyumi and Touya moved out and cut off contact with Enji due to past abuse. Until two years after graduation when Touya needed to move back home.

They take the time to try and form a real bond, only for their brotherly relationship to turn sexual. After months of grooming, Touya abandons Shouto, leaving him alone with their abusive father.

TL;DR Touya grooms and rapes his sweet little brother then ghosts him lmfao

Chapter 1: Vanguard

Notes:

There’s no smut in this chapter, but if you’re into story telling you can keep reading. The smut starts next chapter

Ages:
Shouto- 12
Touya- 20
Fuyumi and Keigo- 19 almost 20
Natsuo- 15 almost 16

Check out my twitter @tod0cest where I occasionally share art from this AU
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Shouto was never social growing up, but his lack of self awareness made people like him. They thought he was “funny” in a way. Him and Natsuo weren’t the most inseparable pair, but they often watch videos together when their dad wasn’t home.

He wasn’t too close with Fuyumi and Touya, they were both much older than Shouto was and had moved out two years ago. It was shortly after they graduated high school, and they never came back home after that. Not even for the holidays.

Growing up, Touya was a problem child. He was the boy down the streets your parents would warn you about. He had a sweet side of course, but only Rei, Fuyumi, and sometimes Natsuo would see that part. He never cared much about Shouto. It wasn’t hatred or anything, he just believed their age gap was too far apart for any sibling bonding.

Fuyumi on the other hand used to take care of Shouto when Rei would be out. She was almost like a second mother to him.

There were times that Rei would leave the house to stay with her parents. She’s been doing this ever since Shouto was five, but she would always come back within a week. Lately, however, her little visit back home was taking longer than usual. He never understood why she did this, no one ever gave him a straight answer.

So even though Touya moving out didn’t bother him too much, he missed Fuyumi and his Mom more than anything. 

---

”My brother’s visiting. Can’t come over today.” Shouto mutters as he dips a cracker into some half-melted cheese.

Bakugo had his school laptop opened and he was looking at his braces through the camera, “Deku begged his Mom for enough snacks for THREE people!”

Midoriya chuckles and places a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Kacchan! More snacks for us!” He turns to Shouto and smiles at him, “There’s always next time, Todoroki!”

Shouto bit down on his lip as he stared at his two friends. He was looking forward to this sleepover all month, but it was ruined now that ‘stinky ol’ Touya’ was visiting last-second.

Being the youngest sure sucks.

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Shouto and Natsuo were watching Minecraft videos together on YouTube. Shouto insisted they keep the video muted while he pretends to be the narrator, narrating everything the YouTuber was doing.

”And now I found this sheep and I’m going to shave him until he’s naked!” He laughed at himself, watching the YouTuber sheer the wool off the pixelated, blocky sheep. “Now I’m going to punch this tree until my fist bleeds because I lost my axe!”

Natsuo rolled his eyes, “You’re so annoying when you act like this!”

Shouto playfully stuck his tongue out and continued his rather poor narrating. 

The front door unlocks, catching both Shouto and Natsuo’s attention. Shouto pauses the TV, waiting to see who came home. He expected it to be Rei, but surprisingly, it was Enji.

”Boys.” He sighed, “Still watching those videos? How about you both pick up a sport.”

Natsuo groans at him, “I play enough volleyball at school. Go complain about Shouto.”

Enji grabs one of Shouto’s flimsy arms, “You need to work out. You’re tiny.”

Shouto stammers, “But I’m only-“

”Don’t care.” Enji walks up the stairs. Halfway up, he turns around. “Touya will be here tomorrow. Make sure this place looks presentable.”

Once Enji was out of their sight, Natsuo turns to Shouto and began laughing, “Touya’s barely presentable himself! He’ll be fine.” He plops back on the sofa and unpauses the video.

Shouto’s mood was pretty much ruined now that Enji made him self conscious about his body. But he still tried his best to be happy, after all, he was hanging out with Natsuo.

---

”Can’t believe Bakugo got candy stuck to his braces.” Shouto sighs as him and Midoriya stands at the bus stop after school.

Midoriya laughs lightly, “He angrily ate the non-braces-friendly snacks since you didn’t show up.”

Shouto grumbles under his breath, “I had my day wasted. They told me Touya was coming yesterday, but he’s actually coming today! I could’ve gone to your house.” 

Before Midoriya could respond, a broken down car began swerving around the street just to come to a rough halt in front of the two boys. The tinted window rolled down, and a young man with spiky black hair, piercings, and tattoos poked his head out.

”Heya, Shortcake.” Touya smirked at him, “Who’s this freckled fuck?”

Shouto glares at him, “Excuse me…? I don’t know you.”

”Freckled fuck?” Midoriya whispered, slightly offended. 

Touya stammers, “Huh?! Shouto, it’s me!”

Shouto blinks, then gasps. “Oh, Touya! I didn’t recognize you…”

Shouto didn’t see Touya in years. The last time he saw him, Touya still had white hair with zero piercings, and zero tattoos. Everything about him was different now.

”Ya getting in or what?” Touya groans, a click can be heard from the car door, indicating that it’s been unlocked. 

“Oh, sorry… right, I’ll um…” Shouto awkwardly turns to Midoriya, “See you tomorrow?”

”See ya.” Midoriya waved awkwardly, watching Shouto struggle to get inside the car. The second his seat belt was buckled, the car dashed down the street, causing Shouto’s heart to drop.

”TOUYA?!”

He laughs maniacally before coming to a stop, “I just had to! What, don’t tell me you were scared?!”

Shouto shook his head, “N-no! I’m not scared!”

”Pffft, sure!”

Shouto caught his breath and looked out the window, “I thought you would come later tonight.”

Touya tapped on his steering wheel and smirked at the road. “Change of plans. What? Do you hate me? Want me to leave?”

”No! Gosh what’s gotten into you?!” Hasn’t even been five minutes, and Touya was already stressing the poor child out. 

A few minutes go by, and Touya was finally driving normally. Shouto didn’t have anything to talk about, so he began listening to the songs on his playlist. Bakugo always teased him about being a “wanna-be emo” but that never stopped him from enjoying this kind of music.

”The hell are you listening to?” Touya scoffs, hearing small noises coming out from Shouto’s earbuds.

Shouto had his volume up all the way. He couldn’t hear Touya at all. He had his eyes closed and was slowly bobbing his head to the beat.

“I said-“ Touya yanks the earbuds out from Shouto’s ears, “What are you listening to?!”

“Touya!” Shouto gasped and pulled his earbuds back, “You could’ve just tapped me!”

”You could’ve just tapped me!” Touya repeated in a mockingly whiny voice. He takes a peak at Shouto’s phone and sees an odd playlist mixed with Minecraft parody music and bands like My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, and…

Weezer.

Touya grins widely at his little brother, “Would you look at that? We got something in common, Shortcake.”

’Shortcake?’ Shouto thought. He quickly brushed it off and looked back at his phone. “You listen to Minecraft songs, too?”

Touya glares at him.

Shouto’s face turns red from the embarrassment.

”Weezer, My Chem-“ Touya goes on to list a couple of more bands. A few of them Shouto listens to, some others he doesn’t. “Used to love all of that back when I was your age.”

Shouto’s eyes sparkled, “Really?! My friend Bakugo makes fun of me for listening to this stuff! It’s so awesome that my brother does too, haha!” He began to stim from excitement, his hands twitching, and he was giggling. “This is so cool!”

”Whoever this Bakugo guy is, he doesn’t understand good music.” Touya pressed a couple buttons on his phone and turns the volume up, allowing Shouto to listen to some music. Shouto never heard this song before, but the person playing the guitar was way too good to be unheard of.

”What band is this?” He asks softly.

Touya grins again, “My band. We’re called Vanguard.”

Shouto tilts his head, “Vanguard?”

”We were The League at first, but people kept asking us what we were the league of.” Touya chuckles and turns the volume up to its max, and he went on to talk more about his band.

Shouto began dozing off, focusing more on the music instead of Touya’s words. Then, he suddenly heard something that caught his attention.

“Our drummer quit. His mental health started deteriorating.” Touya sighed, “We didn’t look for a new drummer out of respect, so we just… disbanded.” 

Shouto was devastated, he was looking forward to possibly hearing the band in person, maybe when he was a bit older. Touya shrugs it off and pulls into the driveway of their house.

“Welp. We’re home.” He sighs.

Shouto tugs on his sleeve, not saying anything but the disappointment was etched all over his face.

Touya chuckled and ruffled his hair, “Hey now, Shortcake. If you really liked Vanguard that much, I can play a few songs for you. Just a one-on-one personal concert. How does that sound?”

“Promise?!” Shouto whined, tugging some more.

”Hah- why not? I miss playing music.” Touya steps out of the car and watches Shouto do the same, “A few of my stuff is still in the moving truck, so you’ll have to wait a bit.”

Shouto froze for a second, “…Moving truck?”

”Hm?” Touya raises an eyebrow, “Oh. I’m not just visiting. I’m moving back in. Just until I’ve gotten a new job and can move out again. Probably be a while, though.”

He turned around and went inside, leaving Shouto alone with his thoughts on the front yard. He didn’t really know why nobody told him that Touya will be living with them. 

---

A week has gone by and Shouto was starting to get used to having another brother live with him. Touya wasn’t anything like Natsuo. In fact, he was an even bigger bully.

He often made fun of Shouto for narrating over Minecraft videos. Not in the way Natsuo would, but in a way where it stung. 

“You need to shut the fuck up,” He’d yell with a mouthful of chips, “Bad enough you watch this, now you pretend like you’re in it.”

He eats all of the snacks that are labeled with Shouto’s name, which really irked him because he’s picky with texture and Touya ALWAYS left him with the ‘weird food.’

What really upsets Shouto the most is that Touya has no house keeping etiquette. His room is covered with clothes. Some dirty, some clean, but equally as gross. When their parents aren’t home, he smokes with the door closed, but Natsu and Shouto could still smell it. 

But he wasn’t always a bully. He had his nice moments. Shouto seemed to have forgotten that there was an even bigger bully in the family.

Enji.

”Crap like this is pointless!” Enji shouts at the top of his lungs, yanking Shouto’s sketchbook and pointing to a drawing he made recently, “Stick to what’s really meaningful!”

”G-give that back!” Shouto stuttered, too afraid to actually stand up and take back what’s his.

”Come on, be a man!” Enji growled, “You can’t even stand up for yourself?!”

Natsuo was cowered in a corner, equally as afraid of Enji. His mind wanted to jump in, but his body prevented him from doing so. 

Rei needed a break from Enji, so she’s been staying with her parents for the past month. She knew her eldest son was back home and promised to visit at some point, but no one would be surprised if she didn’t come visit at all.

Fuyumi was living on-campus in a dorm. She made sure to stay on top of her grades so she could have a full scholarship, not worrying about having to go depend on her Dad, or herself, to pay the tuition and boarding fee. She has also yet to come see Touya.

It was just a house of men. And in moments like these, it felt like every man was for himself.

”Dad, please give it back!” Shouto cried, weakly going up to Enji just to get shoved back.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Enji’s shoulder. “Alright, big guy. Why don’t you give back his book?”

’Touya.’ Shouto thought to himself

Enji was filled with rage, “Take one good look at yourself. Your hair, your piercings, and you have the nerve to speak to me like that?!”

Touya shrugs, “You’re all talk. You won’t do shit.”

Oh he knew that was wrong. There was a reason why both women of their family left the home. Enji punches Touya without warning, right in the stomach, grinning as he falls to his knees. He glares at Shouto and throws the sketchbook right at his face before stomping out of the room. Luckily the pages slapped against the face, rather than the spine of the book or the cover. Otherwise, his nose would’ve been bleeding.

Natsuo ran to both of them, fighting back his tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t help!”

Touya was groaning but managed to say, “Don’t be sorry about a thing.” Through gritted teeth and a forced smile. “Shou? You alright?”

”Mhm!” He nods, tears filling up in his eyes. No one’s actually stood up for him like that except for Rei. He hugs Touya and sobs, “Thank you, Touya-nii…”

All Touya did was hug him back, pulling Natsuo in as well.

 

”So… who’s that supposed to be?” Touya asks, pointing at one of Shouto’s drawings.

After things calmed down, Natsuo locked himself in his room, leaving the other two brothers alone. Touya decided to take the time to actually be nice to Shouto.

”I uh… he’s no one. Just a random person I drew.” Shouto’s face turned pink, his drawings weren’t the best.

”He looks pretty badass. Give him a few piercings on his ears.” Touya points to his own ear as a reference.

Shouto nods and does just that, smiling widely at how the piercings turned out.

”See! I know what I’m talking about!” Touya looks at the drawing in awe, “Now if you give him black hair, he’d be just like me.”

The drawing was not supposed to be of Touya. It really was just a random person. He still took his pencil and scribbled the hair in, leaving some parts blank to indicate that the hair had been dyed. Touya smirks at the drawings and playfully shoves Shouto. “You’re a little artist!”

Shouto was all flustered, giggling and covering how red his face got. His laughing slowly subsided as he noticed Touya going quiet.

”Listen, Shortcake…” Touya whispers, “I know how shitty Dad is. I want you to know you can always come to me if you need someone to kick-it with, got it?”

Shouto nods, his eyes were wide from the sudden change of tone. Apart of him was upset that it took so long for him to start forming a real bond with Touya, but the other part of him was saying “Better late than never.”

“I’m always here for you, Shou. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Notes:

Hi, please read before going to chapter 2

I originally wanted this to be a vent fic where I have Shouto act the way I did when i was 10-12, but as I wrote more chapters, Shouto went from the kid version of myself to the teen version. That explains why he’s a little geeky and “cringe” in the early chapters. You’ll notice how his personality changes as time goes by in this AU. Yes, in a way you can say it’s mischaracterization. I know how annoying that is and I’m sorry.

Chapter 2: Weenie Hut Junior

Summary:

SpongeBob reference

Looking for a beta reader :) comment here or add todocest on discord

Notes:

Friendly reminder, I’m projecting through Shouto in this.

I marked where the smut is if you’re just here to goon. It’s DabiHawks + shouto being a little perv and watching

I decided to remove the Dabi/Hawks tag so anti’s who r trying to read a normal DabiHawks story doesn’t come across a todocest fanfiction. So if they find this story, it’s because they SPECIFICALLY looked for DabiShou or DabiEn

“It’s not just Minecraft, I like playing Roblox too.” Shouto said in the car. 

It was a weekend. A few days after Touya stood up to Enji. Touya was less of a bully and made an effort to get to know Shouto and Natsuo more. Well, more with Shouto since he already knew Natsuo well enough. 

“I used to like Five Nights at Freddy’s when I was younger. But I thought the third game was too scary…” Shouto fiddled around with the seatbelt, “And I didn’t think the games after that were important.”

”Wow, you really are a geek.” Touya laughed as he pulled up in front of a store. The sign outside read “Outcast Depot.” 

The store itself had a weird vibe to it. The entrance was covered with flyers. Shouto squinted his eyes to get a closer look and saw that most of them were missing posters. It scared him a little, he didn’t think that people were going missing at such a high rate. 

“You wait in here, Shortcake.” Touya gave him a pat on his shoulder and hopped out of the car. As he made his way inside the store, Shouto watched as he readjusted his belt and pants. It was a normal action, no intention of being inappropriate. But it made Shouto feel a little funny. 

He looked at the window of the store and noticed that it had baby dolls taped onto it. But the baby dolls had been ruined. Shaved heads, gouged-out eyes, some of them had their clothes torn off and painted over with red or black paint. Next to the collection of mutilated babies was a large skeleton wearing all-leather clothes with metal studs in them. 

“Are they… going for a theme?” Shouto asked himself. It was no surprise someone like Touya would go shop there.

 

He’s been in the car for thirty minutes, he was tired of counting all the people that walked by. Touya was taking forever, and Shouto didn’t understand why he’d just leave him behind like that. Wasn’t he trying to make an effort to bond with him? 

Shouto got out of the car and walked up the stairs leading to the entrance. The stairs smelled like marijuana and cat piss, and was littered with empty bottles and wrappers. 

Once he made it to the door, he examined the flyers. Yup, missing people posters. But the descriptions were… unusual. The heights would either be too small or too tall for a regular young adult. If their height was fine, the rest of their description wouldn’t match what was in the photo.

For example, one of the “missing people” had purple hair in their picture. But the description says they had green hair. Another person had blue eyes, but the description says the eyes were brown. It was rather odd. 

He went past the door quietly and his breath was caught in his throat. The store was filled with band merchandise ranging from t-shirts, to back packs, to wristbands. There were also some gag gifts scattered around the place.

Shouto saw Touya at the cash register, talking to a worker who was rather fit with blond hair. He ran back out and hid behind the door to listen in on their conversation.

”Yeah, used to be the lead guitarist and singer in my band.” Touya said in a cocky voice. “Vanguard. You might’ve heard of us.”

”Ah! Matter of fact, I think I did.” The other man’s voice caused Shouto to have butterflies.

”Wait- really?!” Touya gasped. For some reason, Shouto didn’t like how excited he got.

”Pfft, no! I only lied because you’re sexy as fuck.”

”Hnngh…” Shouto clenched his fist.

There was some silence for a little while, and then Touya finally spoke up again.

”That hurt, ya know?” Touya pouts, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Shouto peaked into the room, watching what happens next. The blond man leaned over the counter, getting close to Touya’s face.

”Let me kiss it better, then.” The blond man winked. 

Touya got even closer and whispered, “I think I’d like that.”

Nope. Shouto did not want to see what happens next. So while his brother was making out with a complete stranger, he slid past the door once more and walked around. Getting a better look this time.

As he kept walking, he saw a red curtain in the very back of the room. He knew he shouldn’t go through it, but something in his brain was telling him to just do it. So Shouto took a deep breath and quickly goes through it, exhaling once he made it to the other side.

Immediately, his face goes pale with disgust. There were various types of sex toys and even some lingerie. He turned around and saw a shelf full of books. Based on everything else in the room, he already knew these “books” were either hentai or porn magazines. Shouto ran out of the room, tripping over his own feet and falling right on his chest.

The cashier pulled away from the make-out session with Touya and ran over to Shouto, yanking him up by his arm.

”What the fuck, kid?!” He raised his voice, causing Shouto to flinch. “Did you go past that curtain?! Kids aren’t allowed in there!”

”I- uhm- I just-“ Shouto’s eyes began tearing up and his legs shook from fear, he tried pulling his arm back but the man’s grip only tightened.

”I’m sure you saw those flyers outside.” His voice gets lower, “Guess we’re about to have another missing person…”

Shouto sobs loudly and successfully pulls away from him. He cries at the top of his lungs and runs over to Touya, tackling him in a hug then hiding behind him. “Touya-nii, I’m sorry! I didn’t know kids weren’t allowed there! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

”I dunno…” Touya mumbles, staring at the cashier, “I did tell you to stay in the car, didn’t I? That was one rule you broke. And you went to the adult’s section. That’s two rules.”

Shouto shoves his face against Touya’s back and wails, “I don’t wanna go missing!”

The cashier began laughing so loud, he had to catch his breath. “THAT’S your brother?! Holy fuck, you’re right! The kid’s a fucking pussy!”

Shouto’s cries subsided and he peeked out. “You called me a pussy, Touya?”

”Hell yeah I did. Plus, you’re not going missing, you idiot.” Touya grabs Shouto and pulls him off his back, pushing him towards the cashier. “Keigo, this is Shouto.”

”Hey there.” Keigo waved. “The ‘missing people’ are either underaged assholes who sneak to the back, like you, or overaged assholes who like to shoplift.”

”Like me.” Touya laughs.

”We put them up as missing posters because it’s funny.” Keigo explained, “But we created fake descriptions and names for the people otherwise we’d get into legal trouble.”

Touya crouches down and whispers in Shouto’s ear, “But if you know how to make a guy cum in less than three minutes, they’ll make you an exception.”

Keigo and Shouto’s face goes red at the same time. 

“You can’t just say that shit to your brother!” Keigo shouts. “Fucking Hell… just get out. I’m not making a poster of this heterochromia eyed rat.”

”You’re mean.” Shouto whispered, luckily Keigo didn’t hear him.

Touya stands up straight and wraps his arm around Shouto, making his way to the exit. “See you tonight, Keigo?”

”Sure.” He winks.

 

Shouto was awfully quiet during the car ride home. He felt disgusted and… another unknown feeling. He didn’t know what to do with the image in his mind, the image of Touya and Keigo doing something so, to a child’s mind, gross. 

“Should’ve stayed in the car.” Touya said, “Don’t worry, at least Keigo didn’t turn you into a missing flyer.”

“You said you shoplifted.” Shouto said disappointedly. 

“Huh? Oh right, I did. The first day I came back, actually. Right before picking you up from school.” When Touya reached a stoplight, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a keychain of a bloody, beaten up Santa Claus. “Stole this.”

”And then you said you…” Shouto got all flustered.

”I fucked his brains out until he was a drooling mess.” Touya kept himself from moaning just thinking about it. He clearly did not care that he was saying this to his middle school aged brother. “To stay away from trouble when getting caught, you just need a good dick.”

That was all Shouto needed to hear. He was feeling uncomfortable by the second. Touya seemed to pick up on this, so he quickly put on his playlist, blasting some music he knew Shouto would like. It helped change the mood, but the image of Touya in such an intimate moment was practically burned into Little Shouto’s mind.

---

”Hey, Shortcake!” Touya called from his bedroom. “Get over here!” 

Shouto paused his video game and ran up the stairs on all four’s, giggling at the sensation, just to keep running in that position once he made it to the top.

It caught Touya off guard when Shouto barged into his room looking like a dog ready to play fetch. “Calm down… weirdo.”

Shouto was still giggling, brushing off the insult and standing up straight, “What’s wrong, Touya?”

He pulled out a bag, it had the logo of the shop they were in earlier, Outcast Depot. He rummaged through it and pulled out a toy bow that came with fake arrows. They were made to look exactly like the ones in Minecraft.

Shouto’s eyes lit up and he squealed with joy, jumping up and hugging Touya.

Touya hugged Shouto back, “They mostly sell band merch, but there’s also a small video games section.”

”What made you buy me this?!” Shouto’s voice was filled with excitement, he wanted to go out to the backyard and start playing as soon as possible.

There was a long pause until Touya starts to hold Shouto closer, running his hand up and down his back. Even stroking his hair a little. He wasn’t saying anything, and his quietness scared him.

”Touya…?”

The hug was… warm. Shouto hadn’t been hugged like this since Rei went to go visit her parents. He hesitated, but kept hugging Touya back. Their chests were pressed together and they could feel each other’s heartbeats.

That’s when he suddenly groans and falls back on the bed, pulling Shouto down with him.

”Hey!” Shouto yelps, but he doesn’t fight back. Touya stayed in that position, keeping him in a bear hug. 

“I’ve just been so mean to you, ya know?” He says in a soft voice. “I forgot that even you have to deal with Dad. You deserve some kindness once in a while.”

Shouto smiles and pulls away from the hug, now sitting up. “Natsuo’s cool. Fuyumi calls me almost everyday. And my friends are nice, too!”

”Yeah, but, you don’t need another person making things difficult for you.” Touya’s fingers ran through Shouto’s hair some more, it was making him uncomfortable again but he was too scared to say anything. “I promise to be a better brother from here on out.”

”It’s okay, Touya-nii.” Shouto smiled, “Big brothers are supposed to be mean!”

Touya laughs, “Whatever makes you feel better.”

---

“WOOSH!!!” Shouto shoots one arrow at his ceiling, laughing at how the arrow just bounces off. “WOOSH!!!”

He kept doing this over and over until one of the arrows bounced off the ceiling and hit him on the forehead. Luckily, they didn’t hurt at all. It did however, startle him, causing him to fall back and landing on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling with a surprised looking before laughing some more, “I wish Touya got to see that!”

‘Hm… Touya.’ Shouto thought to himself. ‘I wonder if he’s asleep.’

He slid on his indoor slippers and walked out into the hallway, using his phone as a light source so he doesn’t fall. Natsuo and Enji were both asleep, so he needed to be extra careful not waking them up. If he woke Natsuo up, it would be fine after a few minutes. But Enji?

Yeah, he’d get to stay home for a week but at what cost? A missing tooth?

He was only a mere few inches from Touya’s door and saw light from underneath. He smiled to himself and clutched onto the bow and arrow, planning to barge in and shoot one at him. That’s when he heard slight creaking noises.

At first, Shouto thought someone was creeping up behind him, so he turned around with a frightened look. But nobody was there except for him.

”We’re haunted… Fuyumi was right!” Shouto cried. 

The creaking noises can be heard again, but this time Shouto could tell they were from Touya’s room.

**SMUT STARTS**

Shouto went up to Touya’s door, waiting to see if he could hear anything else.

”Keep it down…” He heard Touya say, “I think someone’s awake.”

’He’s talking to someone!’ Shouto covered his mouth in fear, sweating bullets and hoping Touya didn’t get up to open the door. 

”Wouldn’t that make things hotter? Having a little audience.” The other person’s voice sounded a lot similar to the man Touya was talking to earlier. Keigo, was it? He sounded like he was trying to catch his breath.

”Of course a slutty thing like you would want that.” Touya growled, and suddenly Shouto could hear skin slapping together.

Shouto’s breath hitched as he began to get an idea on what was happening.

”Fuck, Touya! Touya! Aghh-“ Keigo was moaning at the top of his lungs, causing Shouto’s anxiety to increase. What if Enji woke up?! 

Shouto noticed the keyhole in the door. Curiosity was getting the best of him. He got on his knees and pressed his eye against it, it was like his body had a mind of its own. He couldn’t get a perfect view, but it was enough for him.

Touya was kneeling while Keigo was grabbing onto the bed for dear life. His back was arched, the lower half of his body was hanging off the bed, only being held up by the hips thanks to Touya. 

Keigo’s body was lightly tanned except for his ass which was still pale. It wasn’t a huge difference in skin tone but it was noticeable. 

“Look at your cute ass…” Touya moaned, Shouto watched as he spanked Keigo. “So needy, so fuckable.”

Keigo was practically flailing around as Touya’s hips started pistoning back and forth. Shouto squinted a little and held back a gasp when he saw how big Touya’s cock was. His cock was almost the size of Shouto’s forearm and had so many piercings. His pubic hair was still white and he had a happy trail. His body had so many tattoos, Shouto can’t imagine how he was able to handle all that pain. 

“That’s perfect, oh fuck, this angle, TOUYA!” Keigo’s mouth got covered as Touya kept pounding him in that angle. Shouto tried moving around to see if he can see how Keigo’s cock, or his face, looked as Touya was practically abusing his ass at this point. Since he was only looking through the key hole, he had trouble finding any luck. It irritated him.

”Fucking whore, do you want my Dad to hear us?” Touya snarls, his hips moving faster now.

Keigo’s voice was muffled. Shouto watches as his entire body convulses until it suddenly stops. Touya lets go of his hips and watches as Keigo falls to the floor.

”Get on the bed.” Touya said, “I’ll lick your ass, but after that you gotta go.”

”Charming.” Keigo said sarcastically but did as he was told.

Shouto pouted. With the new position he and Touya were in, all Shouto could see was Touya’s back and Keigo’s legs lightly kicking up and down. The show was practically over now.

“Huh…” Shouto whispers and looks down. “My weenie… why is it-“

Shouto flicked his tiny boner. It was sticking out from his sleeping shorts and was painfully obvious. The sudden pleasure shooting through his body caused him to squeal loudly. 

“Did you hear that?!” Keigo panicked from the other side of the door.

Shouto covered his mouth again and ran to his bedroom, hiding under the covers. He was hyperventilating, scared for his life. He pulled his shorts down a little and stared at his boner. 

“Go down, weenie.” He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes, “Please, please, please!”

Personally, he never had a boner. But Bakugo always made jokes about dicks and “getting hard.” According to him, touching your boner would make it go away. Clearly that wasn’t the case for Shouto a few minutes ago. All it did was cause him to make a strange noise. He was too afraid to take Bakugo’s advice, so he shut his eyes tightly and prayed his cock would go back down.

”Why me?” Shouto whispered.

Suddenly, he heard a loud thud in the backyard and some leaves ruffling. He jumped out from his bed, wincing as his boner jiggled under his shorts. He made his way to the window and peaked through the curtains.

”Shit!” He heard Keigo from a distance. It looked like he tried climbing out from Touya’s window just to end up falling into a bush.

Keigo brushed off his pants, and pulled some leaves out from his hair before running away from the property and dashing down the street. 

“Weirdo.” Shouto scoffs. At this point, his boner successfully went away. “Hooray!”

Footsteps could be heard from the hallway, and the dancing stopped immediately. Once again, Shouto went under his bedsheets and pretended to be asleep. 

Touya slowly opens up the door. “Shouto? Were you awake just now?”

Shouto didn’t budge. He was still fake sleeping. The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand as he felt Touya coming closer to his bed.

Closer.

And closer.

Until he was face to face with the sleeping child. Shouto felt Touya’s warm breath on his face and was absolutely terrified. Did Touya know he was awake?

”You’re sleeping. Alrighty then.” Touya sighed and walked out of the room as mysteriously as he came in.

Shouto let out a sigh of relief and stared at the door, now only slightly open. He had trouble sleeping for the rest of the night. The image of Touya’s cock was burnt into his memory. 

“Huge.” Shouto muttered. He then remembered Keigo’s asshole being forced to accommodate Touya’s girth and he winced. “Can something like that even fit inside me?”

It was a scary thought. He could tell Keigo must’ve felt pain. 

So he spent the rest of the night staring at the door, hoping Touya wouldn’t come back in.

Notes:

Outcast Depot is such a shitty ass name, but the store is based on an actual shop I saw in downtown Manhattan when I was in NYC on vacation haha.

The store had a fake missing poster of one of the kids from the movie IT and they have gore / porn photos taped on their walls.

Chapter 3: Daddy’s Money

Notes:

(Sep, 2025) I should’ve said this in chapter 1. But when I first started this fanfic I had different plans for how things would go. So there might be a few details here that won’t align with the later chapters.

I’m pretty sure the inaccurate detail is just how involved Fuyumi is with her siblings after moving out. I don’t think I left any giant plot hole.

I could just fix it, but my writing style here cringes me out and I physically can’t go back to read it. (First posted in June 2025)

Shouto could barely keep his eyes open, he didn’t sleep at all last night. He stared up at his ceiling, contemplating the things he heard a few hours ago. Then, something alarmed him.

”Touya, you’re burning the eggs!” Natsuo shouted from the kitchen.

Shouto jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, tripping but catching himself just in time. On his way to the kitchen, he found a half empty bottle of water. He grabbed it and ran to his brothers.

”What, you don’t like crispy eggs?” Touya asked sarcastically, laughing at how panicked Natsuo looked.

Shouto, without thinking, uncapped the bottle and threw the water at the stove, extinguishing the fire and drenching the eggs in a gross layer of water.

”What the fuck, Shouto?!” Touya shouts, Natsuo held a laugh in.

”He looks so scared!” Natsuo snickered.

”I… I um…” Shouto’s eyes twitched. There wasn’t a fire, not a serious one at least. Just a lot of smoke. “I’m sorry.”

”For fucks sake.” Touya grunts, putting the wet egg on a plate and shoving it in Shouto’s hands, “Natsu and I get to eat the normal eggs. You get to eat whatever the hell this is.”

Natsuo nods in agreement, taking another plate with a sunny-side up egg and walking over to the breakfast table. Touya follows right behind him.

Shouto stares at the gross egg, throwing it in the trash and washing the plate. “Where’s Dad, anyways?”

”Huh? Dad?” Natsuo shoves food in his mouth.

”Don’t speak of him or you’re not having lunch.” Touya threatens.

Older brothers. Great.

Shouto pours himself a bowl of cereal and sits at the table with them, “Okay but where did he go?”

”Off a cliff, hopefully.” Natsuo mumbles, causing Touya to laugh.

”You’re so funny, it makes me almost feel bad for spitting in your egg!” He says, “Almost.”

Natsuo spat his eggs out and rubbed a napkin on his tongue, “I HATE YOU!”

Touya was slapping his knee now, catching his breath from all the laughing, “I’M LYING! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”

Natsuo stomped to the sink while gagging to rinse out his mouth. He didn’t trust him at all. Touya turns to Shouto and smirks at him as well.

”Wanna know where I did spit, though?” He asks, in a very low voice.

Shouto’s eyes widen with disgust, but he tries to change the subject. “Where did Dad go?”

Touya leans in, a little too close for comfort now. “I spat right in Keigo’s mouth last night. And on his pretty little pink hole.”

Shouto’s face scrunches up and he backs away from Touya, “Shut up.”

”Told him to shut up too.” Touya adds, pulling Shouto back to him, “Didn’t want him waking anyone up.”

Shouto stared at his cereal, he just wanted to eat in peace. That might not be the case today, though.

”But…” Touya tapped a finger on the table, “Blond fuck didn’t listen. Screamed like a whore, guess that’s just how good my dick is.”

“Touya, leave me alone.” Shouto whined, shutting his eyes as he remembers the way Keigo moaned.

”I’m sure he must’ve woken someone up. Don’t you agree, Shortcake?”

Shouto could practically hear the smirk. That was when he felt him grabbing his thigh. 

“Cut the shit. I know you were up last night.” Touya’s whispering tickled Shouto, his hot breath making him feel something he never felt in his life, except for the previous night.

Shouto yelled, “I wasn’t awake! Leave me alone!” He slapped his hand onto the table, causing the utensils to shake and clatter.

Natsuo looked up from the sink and turned around, “Touya you smell like marijuana, the baby doesn’t need you all up on him.”

Touya chuckled and backed away from Shouto, his personality going back to normal. “He’s not a baby. Are you, Shou?”

He shook his head.

Natsuo walked out of the kitchen and took his sweater off the coat hanger. Once he threw it on, he put on both of his shoes and unlocked the door.

”Where the hell are you going?” Touya raised his voice.

”To my girlfriend’s house!” Natsuo responded, “At least some of us are able to talk to women!”

Before Touya can argue with him, Natsuo left the house and closed the door. 

It was just Shouto and Touya now.

A deer and a wolf.

”Just us now… right, Shortcake?” Touya grins.

”Mhm.” Shouto doesn’t finish the rest of his cereal. He throws it out, and washes his bowl, not realizing that Touya was following right behind him.

”You threw your egg out as well.” His voice terrified Shouto, “I’m worried you aren’t eating enough. That’s not good for a growing boy.”

“What do you want, Touya?” Shouto grunts. “I told you, I wasn’t awake last night!”

”Hey, that’s not what I’m on about this time! Haven’t heard from Dad since yesterday, and Natsuo’s out. Since it’s just us, why don’t you and I do something?”

Shouto slowly turns to him and raises an eyebrow, “Together? Like what?”

Touya shrugs, “You’re usually playing different Roblox games, right? Why don’t you show me your favorite one?”

Something sparkled in Shouto’s eyes and he awkwardly smiled, “Really?”

Touya pats his shoulder, “Why not? You can use my computer, if you want.”

Shouto gasped softly. Touya had a really impressive computer, he was sure it would be great for gaming. The excitement took over, he practically forgot what he saw last night and ran over to Touya’s room.

When he made it inside, he froze. It still smelled like sweat from having rough sex. But when Touya came in, he wasn’t phased, as if he’d gone nose blind to the smell.

”Welp…” Touya bends down, leaning over his computer table and typing the password in. He wiggled his hips, giving Shouto something to look at. Shouto couldn’t help but stare from the corner of his eyes. 

‘Touya has a nice ass.’ He thought to himself before yelping and slapping his hand over his mouth as if he said it out loud.

“Everything alright, Shortcake?” Touya looks over his shoulder and Shouto swore he arched his back a little.

“I’m okay! Just… bit my tongue!” He forced a smile and a thumbs up. He had no idea his face was almost as red as the left side of his hair.

Touya, still in the same position, smiles at him before standing up straight. “Computer’s ready. Just log into your Roblox account and do whatever it is kids do these days.”

Shouto swallowed and nodded, sitting down on the chair. His hands shook while he typed out his username and password. He felt Touya’s presence right next to him.

”You can bring a chair from my room, Touya-Nii.” He offered, hoping it’ll give him some time by himself.

Touya sighs and places both his hands on Shouto’s shoulders, now behind the chair instead of right next to it. “I’m doing just fine right here.”

”…Alright.” Shouto nods and joins an obby game on Roblox.

(An obby is basically the Roblox version of parkour / obstacle course.)

Touya wasn’t saying anything. He was just watching as Shouto kept failing each level, having to start over, and over, and over again.

After some time, Touya leans down and whispers in his ear, “Take it easy, okay? I hope I’m not making you… uncomfortable.”

”You’re not! Not at all! I’m usually not this bad.” Shouto groans, taking a break from the game and going over to the Customize Avatar page, “My avatar looks like Steve.”

“Who the fuck is Steve?” Touya asks, his tone a little meaner than he intended.

”M-minecraft-“

”Ah shut up.” Touya grunts. “Did you spend money on this game?”

Shouto’s face goes pink from embarrassment and his body tenses up. Touya notices this and starts to slowly massage Shouto’s shoulders.

”Nuh uh.” Shouto lies, but Touya could practically feel his body heating up. 

”Shou… tell me the truth.” Touya whispers again, his massages continue.

”I… I took Dad’s card one day when he was drunk.” Shouto’s voice squeaked. “I spent a lot of money, I- I don’t remember how much.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Touya sighs, his voice deep once again, “Shouto, and here I thought you were a good kid. But you’re stealing from Dad, now?”

Shouto stammers, “You would too! So would Natsuo!”

”Yeah, well Natsu and I are both jackasses. You? Mom calls you her sweet angel. Fuyumi, used to spoil you and pretty much calls you her baby.”

Shouto’s throat dries up, “I was really tempted, please don’t tell Dad! He never found out about it!”

Touya snickers, “Oh, why not? You’re right, I would steal his money. But I’d be upfront about it.”

Shouto began panicking, “You’re all grown up now! You can just run out whenever you want to, I’d be stuck with him!”

”You have a point. But what would I get out of this?” Touya raises his eyebrow. He takes his hands off of Shouto’s shoulders and turns the chair around to face him. “Not telling Dad benefits you, but how would it benefit me?”

He was on the verge of crying now. Shouto can already feel his Dad’s fury, punching him and pulling his hair for stealing his money on a stupid kid’s game. He didn’t want to go to school with bruises on him, Midoriya and Bakugo are the only ones who know about Enji’s violent tendencies.

 

“If that piece of shit hits you again, I’ll go over there myself and beat the fuck out of him!” Bakugo said during recess one day.

”My Mom is a social worker!” Izuku forced a small smile on his face, “I’m sure she could help you find a good home, maybe you can even stay with us!”

 

Shouto began sobbing, snot running down his nose as he slowly went from soft sobs, to loud crying. “Please don’t tell Dad! Please, Touya!”

Touya laughs at the pathetic crying, “It wouldn’t do any good for me at all! Stop with the waterworks, that won’t do shit.”

Shouto brought his hands to his mouth, trying to calm himself down. “Dad’s gonna hurt me, he’s gonna punch me and it’s gonna bruise!”

“Yeah, he tends to do that.” Touya nods, but his voice was laced with sarcasm. “I won’t tell Dad, but you gotta do something for me in return.”

”Huh…?”

A sick smile was plastered on Touya’s face, “Get on the bed and give me a show.”

Shouto’s face went pale, “What… What do you mean by that?”

“Quit with the act!” Touya smacked the side of Shouto’s head, but it didn’t seem playful this time. As if he was actually irritated, “I know you watched me fuck Keigo last night, you sick perv!”

Shouto grabbed the side of his head and cried, “I DIDN’T!”

”Then what’s…” Touya walked over to his drawer and took out a tiny star-shaped charm. “…This?!”

”What-“ Shouto looked at his wrist. He always wore a small bracelet Midoriya made for him. It had a tiny star charm on it, Izuku claimed it was for good luck. “My charm!”

(i giggled writing this)

Shouto reached out to take it back from Touya, but he only raised his hand up high so Shouto couldn’t reach it.

”You weren’t watching me, right?” Touya snarls, “So why the fuck was this outside my door?”

Shouto’s bottom lip trembled, it was time he gave in. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep and wanted to play with you… I didn’t know you had a guest over.”

Touya glares at him, throwing the charm out the window.

”TOUYA!!!”

 

***SMUT STARTS HERE***

 

”Get on the fucking bed.” His voice was raspy now, and there was a dark look in his eyes.

He shook his head, “Please, I don’t want-“

”You wanna get your ass beat by Dad?” Touya takes his phone out, finding Enji’s contact information. “No clue where that bastard is, but he’ll run back home in seconds if he finds out what you did.”

Shouto whimpered in fear, “Please…”

”Bed.”

He had no choice. Either get his ass beat by Enji or ‘put on a show’ like Touya ordered. He didn’t know what that meant, but at the same time he had an idea. With shaky legs, he got up and stumbled to Touya’s bed, sitting in the center while tears continued going down his face. 

Touya sat at the foot of his bed, eyeing Shouto’s body as he trembled. “Tell me… have you fucked anyone? Or get fucked?”

”No.” Shouto didn’t hesitate with that at all. It was the truth, he was never intimate with anybody.

”That better be the truth.” Touya mumbles and pulls at Shouto’s pants, “Take these off.”

Shouto squealed, “NO! No please, I don’t wanna get f-fu-“ He struggled to say that word. He kept himself from puking whether it be from fear or disgust or both.

”I ain’t fucking you.” Touya said, “Just take these off.” 

Shouto sobbed but didn’t budge. He continued his crying until Touya smacked him in the face.

”Take them off or I’ll convince Dad to take them off for you!” Touya snarled.

”Dad wouldn’t do that! He’s mean but he isn’t… he just wouldn’t!” Shouto protested, but began unbuttoning his jeans.

”You don’t know what that son of a bitch would do. You and Natsuo were raised by a different version of Enji Todoroki. Why do you think Fuyumi and I moved out as soon as we did?” Touya whispered, implying something that made Shouto want to die right then and there.

“What are you saying?” Shouto whispered, pulling his jeans down revealing his boxer briefs. They were blue with pastel stars scattered around them, giving him an innocent vibe. 

“Maybe someday you’ll know. But not today.” Touya’s mouth was watering at the sight of Shouto’s boxers, “Look at that… fucking adorable.”

Shouto crosses his legs, “Can’t we do something else? I’ll do all your chores for a week!”

”Pfft, chores. I’m 20.” Touya slid a finger under Shouto’s waistband, “Pull these down too or I will.”

“Look away!”

”No.”

Shouto gulped, his hands shook again as he pulled his boxers down, his breath hitches and heart pounds as his flaccid cock is hit by the cool air. “Yuck…”

Touya stands up and takes his phone out to record. “Alright. Start.”

Shouto shrieked and covered his penis, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”

”What’s wrong, with you?” Touya slapped Shouto’s hands away, zooming the camera in on his crotch. “No hair? Hmph. Give it a year or two.

Shouto was bawling his eyes out now, he felt violated and helpless, his cock looked like it was going softer- if that was even possible. Breathing was getting hard for him, he was hyperventilating and the more he stared at the camera, the harder it was to keep it together.

Touya places his hand on his own crotch, “I said start.”

Shouto flapped his hands around in a frenzied panic, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

Touya froze for a second, staring at Shouto’s cock, “You don’t know how to jack off?”

”Um…” Shouto flicks his cock just like he did the previous night. He winces in pain and bit down on his lip, “No…”

”Ugh. Spit in your palm.” Touya grits his teeth, “Come on, don’t keep me waiting.”

Shouto’s lip trembles before he spits, gagging in disgust as he looks at Touya for the next step.

”Now wrap your hand around your dick.” Touya starts unbuckling his own pants, pulling them down and kicking them off. He begins palming himself through his boxers as he watches Shouto.

Shouto on the other hand, was hesitant at first. He tried thinking about what Bakugo said about masturbating and closed his eyes. He let out a shaky whine when his wet palm made contact with his cock. It didn’t feel good yet, but it didn’t hurt either. It was weird to feel his own saliva on himself. He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at Touya, his expression filled with betrayal and shame.

”Now what?”

He didn’t realize that while his eyes were closed, Touya took his cock out. He was half-hard and his piercings weren’t there. Maybe he imagined them? It was pretty late at night, after all. Touya starts stroking himself very slowly, causing Shouto to stare in shock. 

“Do what I’m doing.” Touya bites down on his lip as well, his eyes half-closed as he gets off on Shouto’s lack of experience.

Shouto stares at Touya’s hand, examining the movements. He starts copying him, moving his small hand up and down the soft length. His eyes moves up from Touya’s cock to his eyes and he tilts his head.

”Am I doing it right?” He asked, the fear still in his voice, but the tears were dry now.

Touya moans softly, and Shouto was caught off guard by the small amount of white liquid beading up at his tip. “You tell me, Shortcake. How do you feel?”

”Um…” Shouto kept moving his hand, he still wasn’t feeling anything from what he was doing. He just felt weird smearing his saliva everywhere. “I don’t feel anything.” 

Touya zooms in on Shouto’s hand, “I think you’re grabbing yourself too tightly. Loosen your grip.”

Shouto lets go of his cock and spits in his hand again without being told to. He heard Touya chuckle and took it as a sign of approval. Shouto wraps his hand around himself again, this time with a looser grip as he starts stroking himself again. He felt his face heating up and throat drying. 

Touya smiles and strokes his own cock faster “Is that better? I bet it must feel nice, yeah?”

Before he could respond, Shouto felt something change. His cock was beginning to harden and his thighs were twitching. He had the urge to spread his legs but didn’t understand why. Something was crawling up his throat now, like he needed to make a noise. 

Touya saw this and knew what was happening. Shouto was starting to feel good from the sensation. “Come on, Shou. Look at the camera.”

Shouto looks up into the camera and opens his mouth to say something, probably to tell Touya to stop recording. Instead, a soft moan came out. Tears formed in his eyes and he tried his best to keep them from spilling.

Touya was laughing at Shouto now. Not a small chuckle, or a soft smile with a sigh, he was full on laughing. “Look at you! Getting hard watching your big brother jerk off and teaching you how to masturbate. Being a pervert must run in the family.”

Shouto sobbed and the tears he was trying to hold back finally came out, “S-stop recording me! I never felt like this before and I’m scared!”

”Hmm…” Touya moved around until he was between Shouto’s legs. He brought the camera lower, showing his body sprawled out. From this angle, you could see his incredibly tight, untouched asshole as well as the real length of his cock- it was the same size as his palm. 

Shouto attempted to close his legs, but Touya stopped him. His eyes focused on the screen of his phone as Shouto worked himself. Work himself to what, exactly? He doesn’t know, but he could feel something building up slowly and it scared him.

Touya moved around again, the camera still capturing all of Shouto’s body, but now his own cock was in the frame. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Tell me how good it feels.”

Shouto lolled his tongue out as his hand moved faster, “I just wanna stop this…”

Touya started moving his hips in time with his strokes, “We can’t stop now! You haven’t even told the camera why you’re in this situation.”

His voice squeaks, “Why would I do that?!”

”So I can have something to masturbate to later.” Touya smacks Shouto’s thigh, “Go on, tell future-me what’s got you in this mess.”

Shouto’s cock was turning red instead of his usual pink color. Touya assumed he was getting close so he grabs onto Shouto’s wrist.

”You can’t fucking cum until I’m satisfied.” Touya growls, “And definitely not until you speak.”

“I… I stole.” Shouto turns away from shame, “I stole money from my Dad.”

”No, say Daddy.” Touya demands as he squirts some precum out onto the bedsheets.

Shouto’s hand suddenly went faster as he saw the white liquid dribble down. His voice sounded all small and pouty, “Stole Daddy’s money…” He didn’t know if anyone else would see it, but he hoped it wasn’t Enji, especially since Touya had implied that their father used to force himself on them.

Touya moaned right after Shouto said the word ‘Daddy’ and he began twisting his hand everytime he reaches his base. When his hand went to the top, he’d spend a few seconds rubbing his thumb on his tip. “That’s right, stole from Daddy now your big brother is teaching you a lesson.”

”B-big brother?” Shouto sounded unsure. He knew Touya was his brother, what confused him is why he was referring to himself like that.

Touya moans louder, throwing his head back and his body shook, “Call me that again.”

Shouto’s entire face and neck were red now, Touya’s moans were the hottest thing he’s ever heard, but tried to shake those feelings away. Unfortunately, it was hard to do so when your older brother is sprawled out in front of you. 

“Big Brother,” Shouto was a little more confident now, he felt his balls twitch and his body jolt. Did calling Touya that make him feel good? He tries it again, but in a different way. “Touya-nii!”

Touya practically let out a shout, “FUCK! Say that again! Say how I’m making you feel!” He looks into Shouto’s eyes, his icy blue irises staring deep into his mix-matched ones.

Despite the pleasure growing inside him, Shouto was still humiliated having the camera still on him. He had no idea if Touya would upload the video online, or if he’d go as far as to sell it.

But he continues anyways, “Feels weird nii-san… but a good weird.”

Touya grins as he shuffles onto his knees, no longer touching himself but instead, touches Shouto. It was sudden, catching him off guard.

”Make a sound and I’ll fucking burn you.” Touya threatens, his large hand covering Shouto’s smaller cock as he grinds his palm down.

Shouto squeals and thrashes around, “Too hard! Slow down!”

Touya brings the phone a little closer to his mouth, camera still pointed at Shouto’s crotch. He then mumbles something while still molesting his brother.

”Should’ve started the video with this, but here’s Shouto Todoroki, the one I mentioned.” He says, causing the younger one to freeze up, “My youngest brother. His favorite hobby is playing video games, mainly Minecraft.”

Shouto whispers, “What are you-“

”He’s a weak kid.” Touya continues. His hand went from rubbing to properly stroking Shouto’s cock, smiling as he watches his physical reactions. “He definitely has daddy issues.”

”Stop that!” Shouto suppresses his moans, “Who are you speaking to?!”

Touya licks his lips as he feels Shouto’s innocent cock twitch in his hand, “Virgin, but not for long. Needed his big brother to show him now to jack off.”

Shouto kicks his legs, desperate to get away now more than anything, but Touya sped up his hand. He was no longer mumbling into the microphone.

Something bad was about to happen, something terrible, and Shouto knew it. But his mind was taken off of it when something clear and sticky shot out of his dick. 

“I didn’t mean to do that!” He cried.

Touya didn’t mind at all, he seemed to approve the sudden progress. “Did that feel nice, Shortcake?”

Shouto didn’t respond, he began hyperventilating again. He didn’t know his penis could make clear liquid. He tried slapping his hand away but this time, Touya began twisting his palm like he did when he was touching his own cock.

”Your privates made this sticky stuff because it feels nice.” He explained in a sickeningly sweet tone. “So let’s use our big words now, okay? Tell Touya-nii how it feels.”

Shouto takes a deep breath, “Touya-nii, if I do, will you let go of my… my… my weenie?”

”Pfft!” Touya found the innocent question hilarious, “Maybe. Depends on what happens after.”

He didn’t know what that meant, but holy fuck, he’s never felt this good in his life. Touya’s hand was like magic, introducing him to a whole new world. He started panting like a little bitch in heat, and stared up at the camera with begging eyes.

”I love you, Touya-nii…” Shouto admits with humiliation, but the confession made his stomach tie into a knot, his balls begin to tighten up as well. “I didn’t know my weenie can make sticky stuff!”

Touya tilts his head, “Naughty, you haven’t been paying attention in school then!”

Shouto giggles softly, “I keep thinking about playing on the computer.” His legs shake this time, and he thrusts his hips up into Touya’s hand. “This is so, so good!”

Touya’s hand moves even faster, the slick noises echoing off the walls and the room is filled with the smell of Shouto’s sweat, mixed in with the sweat from last night’s fuck session. Touya growls deeply as his cock turns red from edging himself to focus on Shouto’s pleasure. “Bet you never thought of masturbating before. Good, because now, all you’ll be thinking about is this…”

Glimpses of his tongue piercing could be seen, and Shouto imagines Touya’s tongue running all over his body. Up and down his neck, around his nipples, to his belly button, and even his cock. 

Oh, imagining his big brother’s tongue on his inexperienced prick made him squirt out some more precum, his hips thrusts even faster. He imagined Touya staring at him with lustful yet judgmental eyes. That leads him to another thought, would Touya go lower? Would Touya lick him down there like he did with Keigo? 

He whined, wishing he could feel whatever Keigo felt that night, but it didn’t seem like Touya would be going that far. Not tonight at least.

 

Warmth.

Something begging for release.

 

”Ah- agh- Touya- what’s happening?!” He cried out, the tears coming back and going down his face. 

Touya laughs, but quickly brings himself together back to his calming tone, “I’ve got ya, Shortcake. I ain’t going anywhere. I’ll take care of you.”

”It hurts!” Shouto squealed, “But… feels good.”

”Just let it happen baby, so cute, all for me.” Touya zooms in on Shouto’s cock now, bringing the phone closer so whoever was watching can hear how wet his dick was.

Shouto grabs at the bed sheets and gasps for air, his eyes widen as he feels his world spinning round and round, “Too much! Can’t- Ah- Can’t! Can’t! Can’t!”

He kept repeating the same word like a broken record, begging for someone to hear him and get him out of this situation. “Mmff- Ngghh- Touya!”

”You’re shaking… first time’s always intense, right, Shou?” Touya kept the same pace, but every time his hand was at the top, he’d quickly rub Shouto’s tip before going back down to the base. 

Shouto wails, “Something’s coming! We need to stop!” He brings his hand to his cock and pushes down on his tip, thinking it’ll keep that “something” inside.

But it just makes things worse, overstimulation shoots throughout his body and he shrieks, “Stop, Touya-nii!!!”

Suddenly, Touya freezes. Whatever was in his cock doesn’t come out. It felt like it was stuck.

For the first second, Shouto was relieved. But then he discovers the pain of getting edged.

”Eurgghh…” he groans.

”What’s wrong? I stopped, didn’t I?” Touya asks, half-teasingly.

Nope. Shouto regrets it, “More…”

”Hm? What was that?”

Shouto grabs Touya’s wrist, not caring how animalistic he looks on camera, he forces Touya’s hand back to his cock, “Please don’t stop! I think I need it!“

”You think?” Touya chuckles and returns to his pace, “Edging for your first time isn’t a good idea.”

Shouto was back in heaven, the pleasure definitely outweighs the painful overstimulation from a minute ago. He lets out a few satisfied giggles, smiling at Touya with love and a small, very faint sense of safety. 

False safety.

”Say my name when you break.” Touya commands, “I want to hear who did this to you.”

”Ah- mmff-“ Shouto’s hands grip at Touya’s wrist, “Big- big brother-“

”Huh? Your big brother, Natsu?” Touya asks teasingly, “Didn’t know he’d do this to you as well.

Shouto frantically shook his head and he cries out, “Touya-nii! What’s happening to me?!”

It finally happens. Cum begins to squirt out of Shouto like a water fountain. It was clear at first but quickly turned white. His body tenses up as moan after moan, whimper after whimper, leaves his mouth. 

Shouto gasps for air, “It won’t stop, oh God, it won’t stop!”

Touya was absolutely stunned by the sight. He didn’t think Shouto would actually be able to cum this much for his first time. He slows down his strokes, not wanting to overstimulate him more than he must be feeling right now. The red, blissful look in his face, his small body tensing up after spending the last fifteen minutes convulsing, and the way his cries were high pitched… Touya couldn’t handle it, he quickly began stroking himself again, bringing his tip to Shouto’s own, which had finally stopped squirting out cum. He licked his lips at how spent Shouto’s cock was now, wishing he had his first orgasm while Touya was sucking him off. With one last tug, he spills his seed all over Shouto’s softening member. His cum was much thicker than Shouto’s of course, being more physically mature. He throws his head back and curses before turning his phone off and throwing it aside.

(BYE im re-reading this months after posting it and noticed all the typo’s)

Shouto lets out one last squeal before everything goes dark. The last thing he saw was the scrunched up look on Touya’s face as he gave him a white, sticky shower.

”Fuck…” Touya gasps, coming down from his high. He smiles and caresses the sleeping boy before towering over him. He brings his body down closer, using the sides of his forearms and his knees to hold himself up. Touya examines Shouto’s features and inhales his sweet scent. Touya spreads soft kisses all over his cheeks, wanting him to be awake for his first actual kiss. Although, it was very tempting to slip his tongue in Shouto’s mouth right now.

”Hey there.” Touya whispers, knowing Shouto probably couldn’t hear him. “You’re so gorgeous, Shortcake.” Touya presses his forehead against Shouto’s, rubbing their noses together as Touya shifts his hips, laying their soft cocks against each other. “Only I get to touch you like this, while everyone else can watch.”

Chapter 4: To Feel

Notes:

It took me about 3 weeks to write this haha.

Some implied Touya x Enji at the end, no actual smut tho

Shouto woke up in the middle of the night. He was expecting to see Touya, but instead, he was wrapped up under the blanket in his own bedroom. He looks down and sees he is no longer exposed but instead, he was wearing one of his soft pairs of pajamas. The soft smell of his Mom’s lavender detergent comforted him in the confusing time as he sighed into his fluffy blanket. 

“What happened?” He whispered, darting his eyes around his room thinking one of his posters or toys can suddenly remind him. 

He then sees his bow and arrow, the one Touya bought him and everything hit him like a brick. Touya’s cock, Touya touching him, Touya cumming on him.

Touya, Touya, Touya.

Touya had done the unimaginable to him. And Shouto just let it happen. Once he remembered the sticky feeling of cum all over him, he sighed with relief. He was nice and clean now, he must’ve helped Shouto out. 

Shouto gets up from bed, surprised he isn’t sore. Bakugo once said that people in porn get super sore after having sex. But after connecting some dots, Shouto assumed that usually happened after penetrative sex.

He walks down the hallway, not sure if his Dad had come back. He can hear some laughter from the living room, one of them seems to be  Natsuo. The other person laughing was a girl, probably his girlfriend. It was way too late to have guests over, but since his girlfriend was here anyways, it must mean Dad isn’t home. Natsuo would never let those two near each other. Shouto goes down the stairs, stopping in the middle of the staircase. He watched as Natsuo and his girlfriend enjoyed a movie together, giggling every second at God knows what. 

“Good to see Touya and I aren’t the only ones you stalk.” Keigo’s voice suddenly appears behind him, like he was waiting for him the whole time.

Shouto didn’t process what was going on. He screamed before falling down the rest of the stairs. Luckily, it wasn’t too high for him to get hurt. Natsuo paused the TV and looked over the couch, both him and his girlfriend worried sick.

”Shouto?!” Natsuo gasped, “Are you okay?!”

”Yeah…” he groans, “Sorry… couldn’t sleep. And I heard laughing.”

His girlfriend got up from the couch and helped Shouto get back on his feet, “Natsuo told me about you, but he didn’t say you were the cutest thing on Earth! Aww look at this lil’ babyyy!!!”

Shouto got flustered easily. Natsuo’s girlfriend smells like pineapples and coconuts, he had to keep himself from sniffing her more.

His girlfriend spoke to him in a baby-voice, “I could just gobble you up! If I break up with Natsu, I’ll definitely know who to go to next~”

Natsuo jumped over the couch and pushed himself in between his girlfriend or Shouto, “Haha, real funny! How about we don’t talk like that?” He turns around and glares at Shouto before turning back to his girlfriend, “The movie isn’t finished yet, love. Let’s go back.”

She giggles and goes back to the couch, “I was only kidding. He’s just a baby. You said your Mom and sister are away, can I pretend to be his Mom until one of them comes back?!”

Shouto thought that was an awfully weird request, but he heard stories of teenage girls suddenly getting a maternal instinct when they see someone or something adorable.

Keigo cleared his throat, “Even if you weren’t joking, Shouto doesn’t need a girlfriend right now. He’s … satisfied with what he has at the moment.”

Shouto’s face went from flustered to terrified. Keigo could mean one thing and one thing only when he said that. The poor boy felt nauseous, his head was spinning as he tried to keep himself up on his feet. Keigo noticed the change in body language and couldn’t help but grin.

”The fuck does that mean?” Natsuo grunts, suddenly feeling protective over his younger brother.

”Oh nothing.” Keigo rolled his eyes and walked to the front door, twisting the lock to open it. “Someone his age shouldn’t be focused on dating, is all.”

Shouto was stumbling up the stairs, his throat was constricting by the second. Touya wouldn’t go as far as to show Keigo the video, would he?! He thought the video would be for Touya’s eyes only.

”Shou? You alright?” Natsuo called out, “Wanna watch the movie with us? All the fake gore-y stuff is over.”

His girlfriend squeals, “PLEASE SHOUTO? I really wanna play with your hair!”

Shouto sniffled, his shoulders were slumped as he kept his eyes glued to each step, “No thanks… need to sleep…”

Natsuo turns to the door, Keigo was already gone but he couldn’t help but feel pissed off at the way he speaks, “That jackass Touya’s been seeing gives me major dickhead vibes.”

”Don’t be like that,” his girlfriend says, “You just met him today. Maybe he’s awkward around new people?”

”Tch, we might have different definitions of awkward.”

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Touya’s door was wide open, his LED lights were on and Shouto could see the blue lights shining from down the hall. He tugged on his sleeves as he dragged his feet to Touya’s door.

”Nii-san?” He whispered, peaking his right eye into the room.

Touya took his headphones off and looked out the door, “Look who’s here. Hungry for more?”

Shouto whimpered and backed up an inch, “Did you… um…”

Touya moved his body so he was facing the door, he was man-spreading on his bean bag chair and was wearing what seemed to be a crop top. “Spit it out. Like how you spat in your hand earlier.”

Shouto’s stomach twists at the inappropriate reminder, “What did you do with that video?”

“Nothing too much.” Touya mumbles, “Just showed it to Keigo and my old bandmate.” 

In an instant, Shouto’s heart dropped and his knees gave up, causing with to fall to the floor. His lip quivered as he tried to speak, “You… you what?”

Touya grins and takes out some cash from a small box that was under his bed. He throws it at Shouto, but it only bounces off the boy’s chest, his hands too frozen to properly catch it.

“That’s your share. Gave you 50%, better be grateful.” Touya grunts, “Most people in your shoes don’t get any money at all.”

The gears in Shouto’s brain began to shift. Touya exploited him to make some cash. He quickly threw the cash back at him, hitting Touya right in the face.

”Why would you do that?!” He screamed, not caring if Natsuo and his girlfriend could hear. “What did I do to you?!”

Touya looked like he didn’t give a shit, because he truly didn’t. “Dunno what you want to hear from me. You’re cute, and I found a way to make easy money.”

Shouto’s hands tremble, “I’m your brother. You just see me as… as money?!”

Touya stood from his bed and walked over to Shouto, who seemed to be shrinking by the second. He gets down on his knees and pulls Shouto into his arms, caressing his hair.

”Don’t think of it that way.” Touya kisses the top of his head, “I had lots of fun playing with you, and I’d love to play more games.”

”Don’t touch me…” Shouto lets out a whine, the hair on the back of his neck was standing and he was sure Touya could feel how terrified he was.

”Shortcake, look at me.” Touya whispers, but before he could continue, Shouto began slapping him multiple times and even yanking on his hair. Tears were flying all over as he began taking his anger out on his oldest sibling.

”Why?! Why?!” Shouto screams between each slap, “I wanted to get to know you, Touya! I wanted to bond over music and video games! I just wanted to be your little brother!”

Touya grabs Shouto by his wrists and pulls him down, their foreheads touching again, “Nobody said we can’t do any of that stuff, sweet boy.”

Shouto went from slapping to kicking, not caring that each hit has done zero-damage to Touya, “It won’t mean anything to me now! Because now I know your kindness only tricked me, you never even loved me.”

Touya’s grip tightens, “That’s not true, Shou.” He pulls him into another hug, allowing him to cry his heart out. “I loved you ever since Mom said she was having her fourth child.”

”But… you recorded me.” Shouto whimpered, slapping Touya again, but lightly this time. “You showed your friend… you showed Keigo…”

He was so defeated. His body was weak and limp, he felt like he was hollow. “Why, Touya?”

For a second, Touya felt a small pang of guilt, but it quickly went away. “It isn’t in their possession, the video, that is. They only watched it on my phone in person.”

That didn’t help his case. Shouto wailed in Touya’s chest, he knew that this was only the beginning. Touya had caused a permanent stain in his heart, betraying him, ruining him. He didn’t care if these strangers didn’t have the actual video. They saw him regardless.

”Hate you…” Shouto whispered, “Hate you, hate you, hate you-“

”I wouldn’t just show anyone, Shouto.” Touya mumbles, another flicker of guilt goes across his face, “The two people I showed the video to, they’re special to me. And I knew they’d appreciate your beauty just as much as I do.”

Shouto continues, ”Hate you, hate you-“ slap, after slap. Each one weaker than the last.

“And Keigo? If you saw him just now, he must’ve teased you.” Touya chuckles, hoping it’ll lighten the mood, “But he thinks you’re ethereal. And the other friend of mine doesn’t even wanna fuck you, just wants to hold you in his arms like you’re some teddy bear.”

Shouto sighs, his slapping stops. “Teddy bear? Ethereal?”

”This isn’t just about sex.” Touya explains, “They want to show you affection, they want to see me give you the same affection as well.”

”Dumb…”

”Hah, yeah.” Touya stands up, carrying Shouto bridal style, “But I can’t blame them. I’d hold you in my arms all day listening to you babble about school work and friends if it means we can be together in an intimate way.”

Shouto presses his chin to his chest, clenching his eyes shut. “I don’t wanna cuddle with strangers.”

”And you don’t have to.” Touya kisses his forehead, “Because you’re all mine. The videos and the money are just… a plus, ya know?”

Shouto stayed silent, now covering his already closed eyes with his hands. He wondered how tiny he looked in Touya’s arms.

”Think about it like this, Shortcake.” Touya carries Shouto to his bedroom, the two of them got a glimpse into the living room and saw both Natsuo and his girlfriend asleep. Touya continues speaking, “Dad fucking hates us, doesn’t he?”

”Duh…”

”And Mom? She says she loves us, but she hasn’t been home in a month!” Touya exaggerates his tone, knowing Shouto’s too distraught to really notice it. The two of them enters the bedroom, and Touya puts Shouto down before continuing. “I’ve been here for how long now? Has she come to see me yet?”

Shouto’s eyebrows twitch, “No, not at all. Why?”

”Because Mom’s scared of us, Shortcake. Each of us reminds her of Dad one way or another.”

“She used to say that to Grandma on the phone.” Shouto recalls, his mind going back to that day when he was five, overhearing a phone call Rei had with her Mom. When she saw Shouto, she grabbed a tea kettle but stopped herself from doing anything harmful.

”My eyes, Fuyumi’s red streaks, Natsuo’s physique, and you? Your entire left side.” Touya’s voice had a slight hint of disgust in it, making sure the blow really hits Shouto. “So she keeps leaving and coming back home. Leaving you alone with Dad. Fuck, when was the last time she really hugged you and kissed you goodnight?”

Shouto’s breath hitches and his skin felt tingly. Touya was making a good point. It’s been forever since Rei spent some quality time with him or Natsuo. It’s one of the reasons why Natsuo acts up now, why Shouto’s all awkward and silly. His Mom isn’t really there to keep them in check.

“Mom doesn’t hate us.” He argued back.

”Of course not, she’s trying her best.” Touya nods, “But her best isn’t enough. All four of her kids are emotionally neglected.”

Touya pushed aside some of Shouto’s red hair and stares deeply into his blue eye, “Mom’s scared of us. Dad hates us. So as siblings we need to have each other’s back. Don’t you agree?”

Shouto looks back at all the times he’s heard Rei cry on the phone. That horrified look in her eyes every time she looked at him will forever be engraved into his mind. 

“Yeah… we do…” Shouto whispered, avoiding eye contact with Touya. He walks over to his bed and goes underneath the blanket. Touya follows him and sits at the foot of his bed.

“Natsu has his girlfriend. Fuyumi’s doing God knows what and God knows where. That only leaves the two of us.” Touya places his hand on Shouto’s knee, rubbing circles with his thumb, “We weren’t that close as kids, and I’d love to get closer to you now.”

Shouto grabs onto his pillow for support, chewing on one of the corners. His eyes were glued to Touya’s hand. The memories of being molested is burned into his mind.

Touya’s hand moves to Shouto’s face, caressing his soft features. “I want to make up for lost time.”

”But you’re touching me.” Shouto whispered, “And recording me.”

”You’re just not used to it yet, Shortcake!” Touya pushes away what little boundaries they had left. He gets closer to Shouto and holds the child in his arms. There was no sexual intent, just pure softness. He places Shouto onto his lap, bringing his head up to his chest so Shouto could hear his heart beat. “You deserve so much love, you know that?”

Shouto gulps, listening to the thumping noises in Touya’s chest. 

“…And I want to be the one who gives you the love Mom and Dad never will.” Touya whispers in a deep, low voice. “Think about it, Shouto. Wouldn’t it be nice to cuddle with someone like this when you’re scared and alone?”

”I guess?”

Touya smiles, “Wouldn’t it be nice to know that someone loves you despite your flaws? Someone who’ll take care of your emotional needs? Someone who won’t abandon you because of who your father is? Someone who wants nothing more than to just be with you?”

The thought of it all was so heartwarming for Shouto. He always wanted those things. He wants to be loved and to be taken care for. He nuzzles his head into Touya’s chest, “Yeah… I do. I want all of that.”

”Well, I’m right here.” Touya softly rubs his hand on Shouto’s arm, “I’m willing to take care of you for as long as you need. Wouldn’t it be nice to know you have your big brother by your side?”

Shouto nods.

”It would sure be great. All you have to do is be adorable and obedient for me!” Touya brings his face closer, “All of my love and affection, just for the price of your body. Let me touch you, record you, introduce you to a new world of pleasure. Doesn’t it sound amazing? So much for such a tiny payment.”

”Paying… with my body?” Shouto tilted his head.

”It’s not as scary once someone explains what it means.”

Shouto looked down at his hands. It would be nice for someone to take care of him, but getting touched and recorded? It was a tough decision for someone who ached for love. Sure, video games helped him forget, but only for a small amount of time. He needed something for the long run- he needed somebody. 

And that somebody is holding him in his warm embrace. 

“Well, precious?” Touya whispered, lightly nipping his ear, “What’s your choice? Be my little boy, or go back to how things were before?”

Before…

Before when Enji, his own father, would bully him for being a little geeky.

Before when Rei couldn’t stand to look at him.

Before when he would question what he did wrong, why Mommy and Daddy didn’t love him.

But Touya? Touya had his full attention on him. He’d be a fool if he rejected his love.

He knew what to do. It was time to give in. “Okay, Touya-nii…” Shouto nods, “I’ll be yours.”

”Oh, little Shortcake…” Touya groans and brings his face closer. He presses his lips against Shouto’s, stroking the back of his hair.

Shouto’s body stiffens up. Touya tasted like mint flavored gum with a hint of chocolate. He didn’t think the love would start now. Touya eases his anxiety by stroking his back, and slowly sliding his tongue in Shouto’s mouth.

’Okay, guess we’re doing this.’ Shouto thought to himself before parting his lips, allowing Touya full access.

Touya hums in approval, rolling his tongue around Shouto’s. Everything about him was so small, Touya couldn’t believe that this was all his now. On the other hand, Shouto was struggling to get used to this feeling. Touya’s tongue was ridiculously slimy, and his piercing was cold. He never imagined his first kiss to go this way, he always hoped it would be with a pretty girl, like Momo Yaoyorozu.

”Hngh-“ Shouto struggled to breathe. But Touya was still so eager for this kiss. Shouto focused on Touya’s tongue, analyzing the way it was moving around. When Touya slowed down, Shouto tried replicating those moves, swirling his smaller tongue around all over his mouth instead of just his tongue.

Touya pulled back laughing, a line of spit connecting their lips. “Shou? What’re you doing?”

”I uh… I’m kissing you.” He responds, his eyes full of bliss.

”You’re supposed to focus on my tongue, not my molars.” Touya’s laughter softened. He sighed as he brought Shouto closer, the tips of their noses rubbing against each other. “But don’t you worry. Big brother’s here to teach you everything you need to know.”

And before he could process what’s happening, he finds himself lying on the bed with Touya hovering over him. Touya did not touch Shouto’s cock this time. He didn’t touch his own. Instead, he continued kissing him, making out with him.

Shouto clenched his eyes and fists, Touya’s lips felt blubbery. It was an awfully overstimulating experience and he wanted nothing more than for the kissing to stop. But for some reason, it was nice to have so much attention on him.

”You just focus on how my lips feel, okay?” Touya went from the sloppy tongue kiss to licking his jawline, making his way down to Shouto’s neck, and then his jawline. “This might feel weird.”

And he was right. Shouto winced as he felt Touya sucking into his sensitive skin. It felt like he was trying to pull out Shouto’s collarbone with just his mouth.

”Ah-“ Shouto gasped, bringing his hands up to Touya’s hair, “Slow down, it’s like you’re eating me!”

Touya pulled his head up, admiring the small bruise that was already forming. “Oh Shortcake… you don’t even know half of it.”

He used his bare hand to wipe his saliva off, giving Shouto one last kiss on the forehead before tucking him in bed. “Go to sleep, okay? You and I are going to have so much fun from here on out.” 

🍰🚬

 

Sleep? What’s that? Not something Shouto knows, that’s for sure.

It’s been two weeks since Touya molested Shouto for the first time. Ever since then, Touya hasn’t done anything new. When he felt horny, the two of them would just jerk off in front of each other, or Touya would touch Shouto’s cock. Never the other way around, though.

Each encounter would be recorded. And after each video was made, Shouto would recieve 50% of what Touya would make from it. He’d keep this money under his bed, just like Touya does.

 

 

He spent the entire school day with eye bags that stood out like a sore thumb. As alarming as they were, nobody questioned him. Not even Bakugo or Midoriya. 

Shouto stood outside the gates of his school, he didn’t know if he was going to be picked up by Enji or Touya, although he really hoped neither of them would come. Suddenly, he felt a raindrop on his head. ‘Maybe it’s nothing.’ He thought. Then two more drops fell on him, then three, then four.

It began pouring in a matter of seconds. Shouto didn’t bring an umbrella with him, leaving him no choice but to stand under a large tree, already soaking wet. 

Bakugo and Midoriya were long gone, no use trying to get a ride home with them. He could just walk to the train station, but that would make him even more wet.

”Tensei! Told you it would rain today!” Tenya, one of Shouto’s friends, can be heard from a distance.

Shouto looks up and gasps. He knew Tenya had an older brother, but this was the first time he has actually seen him. 

“Yup, you’re definitely smarter than I am!” Tensei chuckles, taking Tenya’s umbrella and holding it over both of their heads, “Now let’s get home before we both catch a cold!”

Tenya notices Shouto standing in the rain, shivering and soaked. He proceeds to whisper something to Tensei, who nods in return.

“Todoroki!” He yelled, “It’s not good to be standing out in the rain like that!”

Tensei waved his hand, “I’ll drop you home if your parents are fine with it!”

Shouto was conflicted. Sure he could text Touya or his Dad, giving them both a heads up, but what if they never see it and think Shouto ran away or got kidnapped? His worries all went away when he received two notifications, one after the other.

 

Dad: Touya’s taking you home.

Touya: Dad told me to take you home but I’m rearranging Keigo’s insides, take the train back to Musutafu

[Touya sent a video]

Shouto sighed miserably. What has his life come to? He didn’t bother opening Touya’s message, knowing exactly what the video was. He walked towards the Iida brothers, forcing the best smile he possibly could.

 

In the car, Shouto was dead silent in the back seat. Tenya and Tensei were sitting next to each other, Tensei was talking about his work as a police officer while Tenya was fawning over him. He had that innocent, naive sparkle in his eyes. Shouto could tell that Tenya genuinely loved and looked up to his older brother.

It got to a point where Shouto felt irritated by their bond. Why couldn’t he look up to his older brother this way? Why can’t Touya be a respectable man who’s also reliable? Why couldn’t Touya keep his hands to himself? 

Why can’t he have what Tenya has?

”Shut up…” Shouto whispered under his breath, his knuckles turning white from digging his nails into the skin of his knees. He fought back the tears that threatened to come out.

Tenya and Tensei both went silent. Tensei’s eyes were on the road while Tenya slowly turned around.

”Did you say something, Todoroki?” Tenya asked, giving him a soft smile.

”You look a little tired there, buddy.” Tensei chuckles, looking at Shouto through the rearview mirror. You can see the worry in his eyes.

”I… it’s nothing.” Shouto’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept his face down. “Also, my house is down the block. Thanks for the ride.”

 

When Shouto went inside his house, his anger didn’t subside. It only bubbled up more when he saw Natsuo sprawled out on the sofa while channel surfing on the TV. God knows how he got home without getting soaked, or if he even went to school at all. 

He went up the stairs and walked down the hallway towards his bedroom, only to freeze when he saw his door wide open. He always closed it before leaving.

When he looked inside the room, he couldn’t help but gasp. Enji was standing in the center, his face red and be was practically fuming.

Before Shouto can run off, Enji spots him

”You. Get your ass in here.” He grits through his teeth.

And who was Shouto to disobey him? He feared Enji more than anything. Enji helped bring him into the world, and he can take him out if he pleased. Shouto anxiously stepped in, whimpering as Enji towered over him.

”Your room reeks of marijuana.” Enji huffs, “What the fuck are you doing in here?!” He grabs Shouto by the collar, lifting him about half a meter into the air. 

Shouto struggled, his legs flailing around, “I don’t smoke! I swear I don’t!”

It must’ve been Touya. Touya smells exactly like this, and he’s been spending an awful amount of time with Shouto in his bedroom.

”It was probably Touya!” He didn’t feel bad throwing him under the bus. Surely Enji knows about Touya’s smoking habits by now. 

Enji throws Shouto onto the ground and marches towards his bed, lifting the mattress up with one arm like it was nothing, and pulling out the stack of money he secretly earned by being Touya’s porn star. “Where the fuck did you get all this money from?”

Shouto went pale and his tongue dried up. How long did Enji know about the cash? Does he actually know how Shouto got it but is keeping it a secret? To see if Shouto would be honest about it?

”Why… why were you going through my room?” Shouto squeaked, keeping himself from showing any form of weakness. But it was too late for that. Enji usually didn’t care enough to go through his belongings, he was abusive but not nosey. It was one of the few, VERY few traits of him that Shouto liked.

Yeah he’d get his ass beat, but at least he was given some privacy afterwards.

But not this time.

Enji clenched into the wad of cash in his hands, “I got a phone call from your school, your teachers say you’ve been sleeping in class. I went to your room to confront you, instead I was hit with the smell of weed.”

”So you actually picked up the phone when the teacher calls you? Dad of the year award goes to-“

Enji kicked Shouto in the stomach, he leans down and pulls him up by the hair. “I didn’t ask you to make snarky comments, did I, boy?”

Shouto cried in pain and shook his head to the best of his ability. 

“Your room stinks, you haven’t been sleeping, and you have a suspicious amount of money under your bed.” Enji growls, his eyes burning into Shouto’s. Without warning, he pushes his nose up to Shouto’s neck and takes a big sniff, “And you’re sweating…”

The sweat was actually from the state of fear Shouto’s in right now. But Enji thought differently.

”So I stop giving you brats my full attention and now one of my sons started selling his body?!” Enji shouts at the top of his lungs and began shaking the child. He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either. How he came to that conclusion was beyond Shouto.

”How did you even get to that conclusion?! That’s not what’s happe- AAGGHHH!” Shouto screams in pain as Enji pulls on his hair some more. He threw Shouto onto his bed, his face against his mattress. He laid there weakly, his scalp throbbing from the assault. 

“Since you want to act like a whore in my house, under my roof.” Enji’s voice was now laced with lust as the sound of a belt unbuckling echoes in the room. Shouto was confused at first, thinking he was about to get whooped by his father’s belt. Confused by this because his father usually hits him on the front side. 

But then he remembers something Touya said not too long ago.

”You don’t know what that son of a bitch would do. You and Natsuo were raised by a different version of Enji Todoroki. Why do you think Fuyumi and I moved out as soon as we did?”

Shouto froze yet again and began to heave in fear. “D-dad! Wait!”

”Yeah, Daddy. Wait.” A voice from the doorway stopped Enji. It was Touya.

”You…” In a matter of seconds, Enji grabbed Touya and slammed him against the wall.

Unlike Shouto, Touya threw his head back and bit down on his lip, “Oh Daddy, it’s just like old times! You manhandling Fuyumi and I like we’re just some sick fuck toys for you!”

Shouto got the courage to turn around, lying on his back as he watched in horror.

Enji growls, punching Touya right in the stomach.

”Right there!” Touya sounded like he moaned as he fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen, “I missed this so much!” He started babbling about how he wanted more, to be the only one who gets this type of harsh treatment from their Dad. Shouto’s body began to shake, this was a new version of Touya, and he wondered if he had any repressed memories of him acting like this before he moved out.

Enji grabs Touya by the hair and lifts his face up just like he did with Shouto. Touya had a face full of arousal as he stared back at his father, licking his lips. He then lolls his mouth open and sticks his tongue out, showing off his tongue piercing. He winks at Enji, clearly wanting to be used right then and there.

”Years later I’m still ready for you~” He says, teasing him every second. “All you gotta do is keep your pants up and hands to yourself when you’re near my younger siblings. That includes Fuyumi.”

Shouto’s eyebrows twitch, he hasn’t seen Fuyumi in forever. “Did you do this to her too?!” But his question was left unanswered, or maybe even unheard.

“You sick freak, still begging for me…” Enji was the opposite, he felt revolted by Touya. “You’ve been smoking in this room, haven’t you? You must’ve known that I don’t take the time to come around here as much as I should.”

Touya nods, the arousal in his eyes just seems to be growing. “And I give Shouto money to keep his mouth shut, does that sound familiar?”

It wasn’t an entire lie.

“Keep this shit up and I’m leaving you to rot in the streets.” Enji slammed his head into the wall, releasing his hair.

Touya winced in pain, “You wouldn’t- Fuyumi and I got too much dirt on you.”

Enji was silent, which was shocking to Shouto. It was as if he was pulling a fake “tough guy” act. Shouto wanted to believe that Touya’s implications from a few days ago were false, but this encounter just confirmed the worst. 

“You’re paying for this.” Was what Enji grunts out before leaving the room.

Shouto looked at Touya, disgust filling his expression when he sees the painfully obvious boner in Touya’s pants.

”The things I do for you, baby brother.” He says before stumbling away from the scene, leaving Shouto to reflect on what just happened.

 

That night, all he could hear was the sound of a creaking bed from his Dad’s room. He wondered if Natsuo could hear the same thing and if he knew who was in there and what they were doing.

Every few minutes, he’d hear Touya call for his Daddy, or hear Enji telling him to shut up, just for sobbing noises to follow right after. So unless Natsuo was sleeping with noise-canceling headphones on, he could definitely hear everything as well.

 

He really wanted Touya’s implications to be false.

Chapter 5: Duffle Bags

Notes:

So i re-read the last chapter the morning after I posted it and…. Wow that ending was SOMETHING. Nighttime writing is cursed.

Welp, starting this up wtih DabiEn smut!

Touya’s face was shoved into a pillow, his head being held down by one of Enji’s hands while the other held Touya’s hips up, leaving his back completely arched. 

Enji stared in disgust and arousal as his cock disappeared in his son’s body. He was sure if Touya was lying on his back right now, he could’ve easily seen his dick poking through his stomach. “You still take it like a whore.”

Touya tried lifting his face up, “I wonder who- unh- made me that way!”

Enji yanked Touya by the hair and slammed his face back into the pillow. He pulled his hips back until only an inch of his long, girthy cock was inside.  Without warning, he slammed the rest of his length, taking pleasure in the way Touya squealed. He can already imagine the look on Touya’s face right now, absolutely red and covered with sweat as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Touya gasped before biting down into the pillow, “Please slow down, Dad!” 

Enji spanked him only once, and dug his nails into Touya’s ass cheek. He pulled out completely this time and slammed himself back in, feeling something tightening in the pit of his stomach. “Dad? What happened to calling me Daddy like the bitch you are?”

Touya’s whimpering quickly turned to sobs as his insides were rearranged. The pressure of getting fucked in such a rough way quickly became overstimulating.

”Daddy, you’re being- AH too hard!”

Enji growled, not changing his rhythm but instead, changing the angle of his hips to abuse Touya’s prostate. “I created you, so I’ll do whatever I want. Now spread your ass cheeks while I use you.”

Touya’s hands shook but he did just that. His shoulders trembled as he pulled his cheeks apart. His own cock spurted out bits of cum the second Enji found his prostate again.

”You’re crying the same way you did when I took your virginity.” Enji laughed, “Crying while cumming out of that pathetic dick…”

Touya sobbed as he felt like he was being forced to cum, but it wasn’t enough for Enji. He was still painfully hard, both men could feel it. He began grunting like an animal as he pounded into Touya’s body. He never failed to make the boy look and feel tiny. 

Enji yanked Touya up by his hair once more, pressing his back against his own chest. Touya could feel Enji’s red body hair rubbing against his back as he cringed. 

“Black’s such an ugly color…” Enji whispered in his ear, “Get rid of your hair dye, let me see my princess with his natural white hair.”

Touya scoffs at the pet name and rolls his eyes, “You’re just saying that so I can look like Mom again!”

“So what if I am?” Enji’s breath shook, Touya could tell he was close to cumming. He rested his chin on Touya’s shoulder and held him up in that position. Enji’s hand trailed down to Touya’s lower stomach and rested his palm where his happy trail was.

”Do you feel your Daddy, Princess?” He huffs in Touya’s ear, feeling his own cock through his son’s skin. “Feel the way I always stretch you like this?”

Touya clenches his eyes shut as his jaw drops. He places his hand on top of Enji’s, using his thumb to stroke the veins in his hand. He couldn’t believe how deep Enji was, and it was scary.

Enji releases Touya’s hair to stroke his cock “I bet you love getting fucked by your father, don’t you? You never fight back, unlike Fuyumi.”

Touya gets overstimulated just as quickly as he gets horny. He’s covered in sweat, stretched as wide as he possble, his stomach was bulging and he can feel his father’s body hair rubbing against his entire backside. Enji’s cock was perfectly angled to slide against Touya’s prostate with every thrust, never missing a single beat. The pleasure was overwhelming, so Touya began pushing his hips back with Enji’s thrusts.

Enji growled and went faster, he grabbed Touya by the chin and forced him to look to the side. “Open your mouth, Touya.”

Touya does just that. He knew what was about to happen and opens up, sticking his pierced tongue out.

Enji quickly spits in his mouth and shuts it closed. “Swallow it, swallow Daddy’s spit like a good boy.”

Touya swallows it immediately, smiling against Enji’s palm and boy can he feel it. Enji smiles back before filling Touya up with his cum. 

“Daddy-“

Enji held his hand over his mouth harder as he stared into his son’s eyes, rope after rope of cum shooting inside Touya’s ass. Once he was done, he released Touya and allowed him to fall onto the bed.

Touya shuddered as Enji’s cum oozed out of his asshole, down his taint, and onto the bed. Enji flips him over, eyes trailing all over his tattooed chest and arms.

”You’ve ruined yourself with markings and mutilation.” Enji grunts in disgust. 

Touya laughed at him, “You mean my tattoos and piercings?” He grabs the base of his cock and shook it, “Look at me, Daddy~ I’m still hard! I put one of my dick piercings back on. Sorta hurt, but-“

”But you’re a pain slut.” Enji quickly started stroking Touya, causing him to tremble again. 

At this point, everything went by in a blur for Touya. He relaxed into the bed, putting his hands behind his head as he smirks at Enji. He usually didn’t care if Touya came or not, but this was a nice surprise.

“Did you like that too, Dad?” He asks, half sarcastic, half serious. “Did fucking your oldest son make you feel better about yourself and your failed marriage?”

Enji snarls before smacking Touya once more, taking pleasure in the way he winced in pain. He teasingly stroked Touya slowly before switching to a faster pace. The younger man’s moans and gasps were erotic. “I should treat you like this more often, don’t you agree?”

“As long as I get to feel your cum filling me.” Touya got closer and closer to his second orgasm. He wondered if this is how Shouto felt when he’d touch him. 

‘Does Shouto feel this good?’ Precum spurts out, Enji uses it as lube.

’How would he look if I ever get the chance to fuck him?’ Touya’s body began shaking.

’How far would his asshole stretch for me?’ His eyes roll to the back of his head.

’Would he cum just from having a cock in his ass alone?’ And with that, Touya sprayed Enji and himself with his cum. Moaning softly as he gets worked up, just for his cock to quickly go soft.

”You’re sick. Revolting.”

Enji left him in a sticky mess, throwing his clothes on and walking out going God knows where. Touya was used to this. Used to Enji leaving him alone after sex.

”Runs in the family, Dad…” Touya whispered but it fell onto deaf ears.

He turns to his side and falls asleep in a mixture of his and his Dad’s cum. The warm feeling he had quickly turns to something cold and empty.

---

“Wake the fuck up.” Natsuo leaned over Shouto’s bed and was shaking the bedframe. His eyes were red and his hair a mess.

“I already am.” Shouto whispered, his eyes were full of trauma. “You heard it too?”

Natsuo grits his teeth, “How could I fucking not?! I knew Dad was messed up, but this?!”

He fell to the floor and curled up, bringing his knees to his chest as he began hyperventilating. “How long has this been going on? Does Mom know? Does Fuyumi know? Is that why they’re never here?!”

Shouto sat up and watched as Natsuo tried to put the pieces together. He didn’t realize he was crying the entire time until he brought his hand up to his eye, feeling the dried up crust from the tears. He looked up and saw a duffel bag at the front of his door.

”What’s all that?”

Natsuo took a deep breath in and looked out, “That? I’m moving out.”

Shouto’s stomach sank, “Hold on, you can’t leave me here!”

He dropped down and tried to cling onto Natsuo’s body. But all Natsu did was shove him back.

”Why?! So I can end up like Touya?!” He shouts at the top of his lungs, not caring who could hear him. “A college drop out who gets fucked by his Dad?!”

Touya limped his way from Enji’s bed to Shouto’s room, thinking about how these walls were too damn thin for any proper privacy. “Didn’t know Dad raised a pussy who thinks he can talk behind someone’s back.” He groans.

Natsuo hissed through his teeth, “No, but I guess he raised someone he can fuck and use as much as he wants!”

Shouto flinched at his comeback as if it was towards him, “Natsu, please be nice-“

”No! You’re disgusting, Touya!” Natsuo marched up to him and shoved Touya against the wall, “How long has this been going on?!”

Touya stared at him, not saying anything. That was when Shouto noticed something. Something odd. Touya had zero emotion in his eyes, he looked dead inside as if he had no hope. 

“Answer me!” Natsuo shook him as if he were a flimsy doll. “Speak up! You had no problem being loud when Dad was in your guts!”

Touya sighed and slapped Natsuo’s hands away, “You’re too damn bold, you know that? But if you’re that desperate to know, I was about… thirteen? Fourteen?”

Natsuo gasped and took a step back, “What the hell are you on about?”

Touya started softly waving his hand around, trying to brush this whole ordeal off as something that should just be forgotten about. “He used to yap about my hair being completely white and how I look like Mom. The usual drunk bullshit.”

Natsuo’s eyes twitch as he brought a hand up to his own white hair. His face went pale and he started gagging as he realized he could’ve been a potential target as well. 

Shouto wanted to disappear, but there was nowhere for him to go. He was stuck in his room, forced to listen to this unpleasant conversation.

Natsuo gasped again, “What about Fuyumi?!”

Touya was silent for a while but eventually responded, “Not my place to give details. But why do you think she moved out as well?”

Nope, Natsuo couldn’t handle it anymore. He ran to the corner of Shouto’s room, opening up a tiny trashcan and puking out his dinner. Crying, sobbing, and crying some more. Touya limped to the same corner, patting Natsuo’s back as he coughed into the trashcan. 

“It’s fine, she’s far away from this shit hole… but ‘Yumi’s happier now.” Touya whispered, “Isn’t that what matters?”

The coughing and retching stopped, but Natsuo was still crying his heart out, occasionally slamming his fist into the wall and causing a tiny crack. “What’s wrong with me, Touya?! My first reaction was to be mad at you! But this was going on since you were thirteen…”

Touya sighed and rubbed Natsuo’s back, patting the space between his shoulder blades every few seconds.

”And… and I was about eight.” His voice cracked, “Why didn’t I know this sooner?”

Shouto quickly did the math in his head, “That means I was five.” He got up from his bed and went to the same corner as the other two, “How come we never knew about this?!”

Well… Shouto obviously knew about it, but he only recently found out.

”Dad never did this to us in our rooms where any of you could see.” Touya explained, “Either in his own bed, or the bathroom connected to his room.”

Natsuo froze as memories ran through his mind. Memories from when he was eight, walking to the kitchen for a glass of milk just to see Touya exit Enji’s room quietly. His face red and sweaty with a huge grin plastered on him. Sometimes, Enji would peek out just to kiss him on the forehead, but would quickly close the door on Touya.

Or when he’d hear Fuyumi crying early in the morning from the other side of Enji’s door, assuming that she was only getting scolded.

Natsuo never questioned any of it. Why would he?

Shouto tugged on Touya’s sleeve, “What did Mom do about it?”

Touya didn’t answer even though he heard that question so many times. He didn’t have one, because Rei was too scared to do anything. She was a coward, someone who had no choice but to marry someone as rich and powerful as Enji Todoroki. 

Natsuo has heard enough. He wiped off the remaining bile from his mouth and left the room, dragging the duffle bag behind him.

”Natsu?!” Shouto yelled, running after him, “Where are you going?!”

”Weren’t you listening?! I’m moving out!” He shouts, shoving his younger brother away from him.

Shouto ran back to Touya, “Stop him! Don’t let him leave!”

But Touya stood there with the same blank expression. He didn’t speak and he didn’t budge.

Shouto furrowed his eyebrows and went back to Natsuo, “You’re just going to leave me behind?! Like Mom did?!”

Natsuo’s face softened as he looked at how distraught Shouto was. He dropped his duffle bag and pulled him into a hug. “I’ll stay in contact with you. And I’ll visit the middle school a few times a week so you can still see me.”

”That’s not good enough.” Shouto sniffled, “What if Dad finds out?”

Touya snickered and Natsuo rolled his eyes, “If he does, he won’t give a shit.”

”When has he ever?” Touya mumbled. “There’s no point stopping him, Shouto. Out of the four of us siblings, he’s the smartest for running away before Dad gets his hands on him.”

“And what if Mom comes back?!” Shouto retaliated.

Natsuo laughed, “She never will! Face it, she’s living with her parents for good now, living off of what little money they have left.”

”That isn’t true and you know it!” Shouto was back to crying again. From sadness? Anger? He doesn’t know. But deep down, he knew that there was some truth to what Natsuo was saying.

Touya steps forward and pats Natsuo’s shoulder, “I’m going to text you the address of this shop my boyfriend works at, he’s the manager. I’ll explain the situation and he’s sure to give you a job.”

That hand felt like it was burning into Natsuo’s skin. He presses his lips together and nods. “I’ll be at my girlfriend’s house if either of you need me.”

Shouto wiped his tears away on his sleeve, “Bye N-Natsu-nii…”

Natsuo’s heart ached as he slowly began walking away. Shouto hadn’t referred to him as ‘nii’ in years. 

Touya wraps an arm around Shouto and pulls him in close, both of them watching as Natsuo gets smaller the further he goes. “This is for the best.”

”Is it really?” Shouto whispered, desperate for even just a sliver of hope.

”…Maybe.” 

”TOUYA!!!” Natsuo shouts from a distance, startling his other two brothers. “IF YOU LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO SHOUTO, I’LL PERSONALLY RIP OUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR PIERCINGS!”

Passerby’s looked at him in horror but tried their best to mind their businesses

”EVERY. SINGLE. PIERCING.” Natsuo clenched onto the handles of his bag and ran off.

---

Dinner didn’t feel right. Shouto was always used to having Natsuo sit next to him, making some snarky comment on the food or staying back to help Shouto wash all the dishes. 

But tonight he sat alone, watching the back of Touya’s head as he tried to make soba the same way their mother did. Shouto stood up and walked over to the sink, washing his hands.

”Hey, dinner won’t be ready for a while.” Touya muttered as he chopped up some scallions.

Shouto shrugged and went through the cabinets to take out some dashi powder, “I want to help. If that’s okay?”

Touya paused, but then smiled softly. “It’s more than okay. But I’d rather you do the easy bit and just boil the noodles.”

Shouto placed the small dashi container next to the cutting board as Touya finished chopping the scallion, “Fine… next time, I’m helping with the sauce.”

 

Surprisingly, the food turned out better than expected. A little saltier than their mom’s recipe, but edible nonetheless.

Touya laughed at the way Shouto slurped his noodles up, causing the sauce to get all over his face. “Slow down, you’re going to end up smelling like soba at this point.”

Shouto slurped up some more noodles out of spite, “Better than smelling like burnt wood.”

”Yikes, feisty and for what?” Touya rolled his eyes and continued eating.

There was a minute of silence, both of them focusing on eating instead of actually talking to each other. But after what happened that morning, and Shouto still going to school regardless, Touya felt the need to check in on him.

”How was school?”

Shouto paused and set his chopsticks aside, “Fine… An upperclassman started a gaming club recently. My friends and I checked it out during lunch but the other members smelled funny.”

Touya cackled and shook his head, “Did they smell like burnt wood, too?”

Shouto gasped and shook his head, “No! When I said ‘funny’ I meant… like they probably didn’t shower in months-“

Touya laughed louder this time, dropping one of his chopsticks.

”Stop laughing, Touya!” His face turned pink, “There’s nothing funny about video game players who- pfft- don’t shower.”

Touya takes a deep breath and sighs, “Lemme guess, the club’s leader is growing a neckbeard already.”

Shouto pouts, “You’re mean!”

“Sounds like you had a pretty decent day compared to… what happened this morning.” Touya’s voice lowers, he felt bad for changing the subject to something less pleasant.

Shouto finished up his noodles without saying a word, then took all his dishes to the sink to wash them. 

Touya leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table as he watched Shouto. He thought about how quickly the poor boy’s life must’ve changed ever since he moved back home.

”Hey, Shortcake?”

Shouto looks over his shoulder.

Touya clears his throat, “Remember what I told you when I first came back?”

”You called my friend a freckled fuck.” He responded blankly.

Touya laughs, “Not that. I said I’d play some songs for you since you loved my old band so much.”

Shouto’s eyes widen as he realizes where Touya was going with this. He quickly scrubbed his bowl, bits of water splashing everywhere. He carelessly shoved the bowl onto the dish rack and ran over to Touya.

”ARE YOU GONNA PLAY?!?!”

Touya stands up and lifts Shouto into his arms, carrying him to his bedroom and not caring if he left his dirty dishes behind. Once the two of them got to Touya’s room, he sat Shouto down on his bed and rummaged through his closet, taking out a black guitar with blue flames.

Shouto’s eyes sparkled as he gasped softly, “Is that the same guitar you played back then?”

”Yup.” Touya began tuning his strings, watching as Shouto prepared himself through his peripheral vision. “You ready, Shortcake?”

Shouto clapped his hands repeatedly and cheered. 

“What an amazing and beautiful audience we have tonight.” Touya announces as if he were playing at an actual show, “I’ll be playing two original songs I’ve wrote and if we have some time, I’ll even do a few covers at the request of the audience members.”

Shouto immediately began thinking of which songs he wanted his brother to play. He had a wide smile on his face, you could practically see the shiny aura around him from how excited he was.

Touya began to sing while playing the guitar. His voice was raspy at first, you could tell it’s been a while since he last done this. But things smoothly transitioned as Touya got the hang of things. 

As he played the guitar, Shouto forgot about the horrible things he heard last night. And although he missed Natsuo, Fuyumi, and his Mom, he wished the three of them could be here, listening to how Touya sang and played his guitar. But he was able to push these thoughts away, focusing on the last family member he had left.

Touya. The one who he never got the chance to bond with growing up. Yet, he still came back home. He still took care of Shouto. 

As Shouto watched the way Touya’s fingers moved across the strings, he thought back to what Touya said not too long ago.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to know that someone loves you despite your flaws? Someone who’ll take care of your emotional needs? Someone who won’t abandon you because of who your father is? Someone who wants nothing more than to just be with you?”

This was the love Touya was talking to. All those nights of being touched by him, and touching him back was all worth it. Every video, every stack of cash he received, it all lead up to this moment.

When the song came to an end and Touya set his guitar down, Shouto jumped into his arms and hugged him. “You’re the coolest!”

Touya was taken aback, but quickly returned the hug, “Nah, you’re just saying that.”

Shouto nuzzled his face into the crook of Touya’s neck, “Nuh uh! You’re so good at playing!”

Touya leaned back in his chair, pulling Shouto onto his lap. Shouto on the other hand, quickly wrapped his legs around Touya as if it were his first instinct. Touya stroked Shouto’s hair, inhaling the boy’s sweet candy-like scent. It was heavenly.

”Oh Shortcake…” Touya whispered ever so gently, “My little boy…”

Shouto nuzzled some more, whining and grabbing onto his big brother. “Touya-nii…”

Shouto tried fighting back the tears but couldn’t help it. “Please don’t leave me, not like everyone else did.”

Touya held him tightly but didn’t say anything. He rocked both their bodies back and forth, holding onto Shouto as if he were the most sacred thing ever. 

“I love you, Touya.” 

Touya’s breath hitches. He tried telling himself that Shouto was only hysterical from what happened earlier. There was no way he could’ve actually meant that, not after all the times he recorded himself molesting the boy.

But Shouto continues, “You let Dad fuck you so he doesn’t hurt me!” He sobbed, “Natsuo wouldn’t have ever done that, that’s why he ran away! Same with Fuyumi, and Mom!”

Touya pulled back and looked down, “Shortcake…”

”I love you, Touya!”

A tear ran down Touya’s face as he thought about how lucky he was to have someone like him.

“I love you too, Shouto.”

 

 

Chapter 6: Get A J*b

Summary:

Natsu-centric cuz his birthday just went by and i love him

Notes:

This chapter starts off one week after Natsuo ran away. By the end of the chapter, it’s been three weeks altogether

**If anything here doesn’t make sense plz refer to Chapter 3’s notes. If it didn’t help, leave a comment**

Natsuo’s girlfriend’s family didn’t ask too many questions when they saw him at their doorstep early in the morning. Despite being the literal definition of a ‘teenage dirtbag,’ he always put on a good, respectable impression for her parents.

”He can stay here as long as he needs.” Her mother whispered.

”He’s going to get a job, right?” Her father asked.

’Right… a job.’ Natsuo thought to himself before taking his phone out to text Touya.

 

Natsuo: Send the address of that store you told me about

---

The front of the store was an absolute eye sore. Just the sight of the entrance was enough to strain his eyes. There was no other place that would hire a boy like Natsuo at the last second, so he had no choice but to walk up the moss-covered stairs and pushed past the grimy door.

”The fuck type of name is Outcast Depot?” Natsuo whispered, “Disney Channel ass name.”

Surprisingly, the inside was rather clean and smelled like disinfectant wipes. It wasn’t his type of store, considering the merchandise they were selling. But the way everything had been organized gave off the same type of vibes Touya and Shouto did. Mainly Touya, but the small video games section reminded him of Shouto.

So, in a way, it felt like home.

”Natsuo?” Keigo called out from the cash register.

Natsuo straightened up and pulled his hoodie down, “Hey, Keigo.” 

“Touya told me what happened…” Keigo seemed a little skittish before taking out a yellow folder, “Don’t worry about giving me a resume, or even doing an interview. Just fill this out and you can start as soon as possible.”

Natsuo’s face flushed from embarrassment. He understood why Touya did what he did, but having a stranger know such a dark secret wasn’t a good feeling. Especially when he hasn’t even told his own girlfriend what happened back at home.

Keigo lead him to the staff room and passed him a pen, giving him a quiet atmosphere to fill out the paperwork. 

“I don’t want your pity.” Natsuo grunts.

”No pity here. Just helping out my boyfriend and his brother.” Keigo shrugged and walked out. ‘No wonder why Touya’s a sick fuck towards Shouto.’

The moment Natsuo finished his paperwork, the staff room’s door opened and a girl he recognized from school entered the room.

”Himiko?” Natsuo muttered, “Since when did you work here?!”

”Natsuo?!” Toga gasped, “Oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you all semester!”

Natsuo glares at her, “I sit next to you in class…”

”Right, right! I never expected to see someone like you in here.” Toga playfully dropped her bookbag to the ground and skipped over to the seat next to him.

”Well…” Natsuo scratches the back of his neck, “My brother and Keigo have been dating for some time and-“

Toga slammed her hands to the table and her jaw dropped, “You’re Touya’s brother?!?!”

Natsuo flinched from how high pitched Toga’s voice had gotten, “You know him?”

She fakes a gag, “Do you know how many times I walked in on them making out? It’s disgusting.”

All Natsuo could do was laugh at her- very valid- response. “So, my earlier question-“

”Right.” Toga clasped her hands together, “I’ve started working here pretty recently, which is extremely ironic since kids can’t be in the back of the store.”

”…What’s in the back of the store-“

”Toga!” Keigo barged into the room, “Stop chit-chatting and start working. We’re getting more customers than usual because of this stupid sale!”

Toga pouts, giving Natsuo a pat on the shoulder before pinning her name tag onto her cardigan. “We’ll talk later, Todoroki!”

”You can call me Natsuo, we go to school together.” He whispered, doubting that Toga even heard him. He passed the paperwork to Keigo and started to walkout without saying another word.

”So you just leave without letting your boss know?” Keigo raised an eyebrow, you can practically hear how irritated he was. “I told you that you were starting as soon as possible, didn’t I?”

Natsuo froze, “Like… right now?”

Keigo took out some tape and a small piece of paper. He plastered it onto the center of Natsuo’s hoodie and wrote ‘N-A-T-S-O-U’ in big letters.

”You spelled my name wrong.” He groans.

”Get to work.” Keigo clicks his tongue, “If you need help, you got Himiko right by your side.”

---

 

Another two weeks have gone by and Natsuo quickly adjusted to his new job. Keigo tried his best not to mention what happened with his dad. He even went out of his way to pretend that Natsuo had no connection to the Todoroki family, even Touya. Himiko warmed up to him immediately, constantly spilling gossip whenever she’d have the chance. 

His girlfriend wasn’t too thrilled knowing Toga formed a close bond with him so soon, but knowing how her personality is, she wasn’t too worried.

In the span of 2 weeks, Natsuo’s life changed for the better. He made two new friends, is staying at a stable home, and has a decent job. The best part is that he no longer has to see Enji. 

Natsuo would visit Shouto at least twice a week. He would sneak out of his last period class and stand in front of the middle school, waiting for his brother to arrive.

”You’re telling me Dad still didn’t realize I’m gone?” Natsuo laughed.

”He barely even looks at me unless he wants to beat me. So I really doubt he notices your absence.” Shouto groaned. “But then there’s Touya, but all he wants from him is- oh no- HIDE!”

Before Natsuo could react, Shouto shoved him into a bush and ran away. Natsuo wanted to run after him but after peeking his head out, he realized Enji’s car had just pulled up in front of the school.

”Well would you look at that…” Natsuo whispered sarcastically as he sees Shouto getting in the back seat of their family car. “Enji’s picking his son up from school for once. That’s weird, maybe he really did notice something.”

---

Natsuo was folding the clothes as Toga was restocking the shelves. Keigo was going through a magazine while sitting in front of the cash register. 

Toga batted an eye at Keigo and noticed that he wasn’t paying attention to his employees, it didn’t look like it, at least. So she finishes restocking the shelf she was currently working on and approached Natsuo.

”Things are way too boring here!” She rolled her eyes and groaned.

Natsuo smirks and passes her a crumpled up shirt a rude customer left behind, “Wanna trade?”

Toga stared at the shirt for a while, then back at the shelves. She snatches the shirt from Natsuo and nudges him away, “I’ll take it from here.” 

Keigo rolled his eyes at them, “Jeez if you were bored you should’ve just told me.”

Natsuo yelped, but before he could apologize, Keigo scrolled through his phone and clicked on a song, it began playing through the speakers. Toga danced along to the rhythm, unfolding one of the shirts and playfully hitting Natsuo with it.

”You’re always so stiff!” She giggles, hitting him once more. “There’s no customers right now, you’re free to act silly!”

Natsuo anxiously turned to Keigo, who was tapping his fingers to the beat of the song. His chin was rested in his hand as he smiled at the two teenagers.

”Go on, Natsu.” He says softly and quotes Toga, “You’re free.”

Natsuo sighed and tapped his foot to the same rhythm Keigo was tapping his fingers. Toga laughed at him. She commented on how awkward he looked as she went back to folding the clothes, still swaying her hips.

As Keigo watched Natsuo enjoying himself, or at least trying to, his smile faded away to a straight line. All he could think about was what Shouto was going through. If Enji wasn’t touching him, Touya definitely was. He then remembered the video of Shouto that he watched not too long ago. The video he paid to see. After Touya explained what he went through as a teenager, Keigo couldn’t stop feeling angry at himself, but maybe he should’ve been mad at himself since the very beginning. He should’ve reported Touya when all this started.

’Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.’ There was no going back, and Keigo knew he was equally as bad as Touya and Enji. All he could do was make up for it by helping Natsuo out.

And maybe someday, he’ll help Shouto.

Keigo lowered down the volume of the music and looked out the window, “We’ve got a customer coming up the stairs. Act normal.”

”Right!” Natsuo nodded and finished stacking up the last shelf. Since Toga wasn’t finished with folding, he quickly began assisting her.

”If you keep this up I’ll get fired!” She whined jokingly.

”Not my fault I’m a better worker than you.” Natsuo snickered, folding the clothes twice as fast as Toga was.

The front door opened and the customer walked in. Instead of walking around the store like most people did, she walked straight to the cash register. Natsuo kept his eyes on the clothes. If Keigo needed him, he’d call him over.

”Good afternoon, welcome to Outcast Depot!” Keigo said in an overly cheerful voice.

The customer began giggling.

”Oh come on, I know the name sucks.” Keigo sighed, “I’d change it if I could.”

Natsuo looked over his shoulder to get a good look at the customer. But he gasped when he saw the back of her hair.

It was white and put up in a pony tail. In that sea of white there were many red streaks scattered around. 

“It can’t be…” Natsuo’s voice shook.

”Finished!” Toga cheered, folding the last t-shirt. She looked over to Natsuo and instantly noticed the change in body language, “Nastu? Are you okay?”

”I’m so sorry, I promised myself I wouldn’t laugh!” The customer apologized, her voice was sweet, soft, almost motherly. She was just as gorgeous as the winter beauty.

(Fuyumi’s name means Winter Beauty im sure most of you knew this but i felt awkward typing that last sentence out)

”I’m looking for a few gifts for my older brother.” She said, “He’s really into edgy music, and I heard this was a good place for people who like that sort of stuff.”

Natsuo’s body moved on his own. Before Toga was able to stop him, Natsuo was already right behind the woman. With a shaky hand, he tapped her on the shoulder.

Fuyumi turned around and gasped, her already pale face went paler.

”Where the fuck were you?” Natsuo grits through his teeth as his fists were clenched.

”Natsuo!” Keigo shouts, “The hell’s the matter with y-“ that’s when he saw the resemblance.

The same white hair as Natsuo, the red streaks were the exact color as Shouto’s left side. This wasn’t just a random woman, it was Fuyumi.

Toga ran up to the others but wasn’t able to ask what was going on. Keigo quickly grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the staff room.

“What’s happening?!” Toga stammered, “How did Natsu go from dancing to harassing our customers?!”

”Shhh!” Keigo placed his hand over Toga’s mouth, “That’s his sister. I can’t say much, but Natsuo needs this right now.”

“Answer me.” Natsuo whispered, “Where were you?!”

Fuyumi’s hands shook but she managed to hold her purse close to herself regardless, “Don’t be silly, Natsu. I’ve been busy with college. You know how I want to be a teacher!” She tried to mask her fear with her usual loving smile. 

“That’s bullshit.” Natsuo stepped closer to her, “That’s bullshit and you know that!”

“Hey… you’re crying.” Fuyumi whispered back and she reacher her hand out to wipe his eyes, “What’s gotten you so riled up? I heard Mom’s with her parents right now. Has she come home to see Touya?”

Natsuo aggressively grabbed Fuyumi’s wrist and shoved it away, “Quit the fucking act, you know Mom’s not coming home!”

Fuyumi flinched and her heart sank at Natsuo’s aggressiveness, “I haven’t seen you in so long, Natsu! I’ve missed you, but I don’t understand why you’re so angry!”

Natsuo looked around the store. Keigo and Toga were nowhere in sight, and it didn’t seem like any other customers were coming here anytime soon. He dug his nails into his palms, keeping his eyes on the ground as he took a deep breath.

”I know what Dad did.”

Fuyumi suddenly felt paralyzed, she opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a sad little sob.

”I… Touya told me.” Natsuo mutters, slowly bringing his eyes up to Fuyumi’s, just to quickly look away. The pained expression in her eyes showed years worth of trauma. Natsuo could’t handle the look knowing that he lived his entire childhood not knowing what his older siblings went through. 

“Why… why would he tell you?” Fuyumi’s voice squeaked as the news hit her like a bag of bricks. Each one carved with her name. “We swore we’d never tell anyone! Especially you and Shouto!”

”What about Mom? Did Mom know? Did she try to help at least?” 

Fuyumi tried to find the right words to say. When she sighed in defeat, Natsuo laughed at her.

”She didn’t did she?!” He raised his voice, “She was too weak to stand up to that sick fuck!”

Back in the staff room, Keigo had his ear pressed up to the door while Toga was siting in the corner. The walls were too thick to fully make out what was happening, but Keigo knew exactly what was being said regardless while all Toga could hear were faint yelling.

”Don’t talk about Mom like that!” Fuyumi cried, grabbing Natsuo by his shoulders and shaking him, “She tried her best and you know that!”

”Oh? And is her definition of ‘the best’ running away without bringing her children?” Natsuo snarled at her.

”You know Mom never finished college.” Fuyumi started, “She’s probably out there trying to get good money before she can bring you and Shouto along! So yes, this is her best.”

“Yeah? Well guess what? Her ‘best’ almost got Shouto in the same situation as you and Touya.”

Fuyumi gasped again as the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her eyebrows twitched as the fear and panic in her eyes began transitioning to a furious expression. “What the hell does that mean?”

”Dad almost fucked Shouto.” Natsuo lowered his voice, “And Touya let Dad fuck him instead of Shouto. We both heard them going at it all night.“

Fuyumi shook her head in disbelief. “No, please, not Shouto!”

”Hey, he’s fine!” Natsuo pulls her into a hug, rubbing her back up and down like how she’d do for him when they were kids. “Touya’s got it all handled, we can trust him, right?”

Oh, Keigo definitely heard and understood that. His stomach sank from nausea. The video of Shouto crying while Touya molests him kept replaying in his mind, furthering his guilt.

Fuyumi sobbed, digging her face into Natsuo, “No! Touya’s just going to keep offering himself! He stopped caring about his own well being when he was 13. He’ll keep going, and going, and won’t stop until I pull him out of that nightmare!”

Toga shifted in her seat, “Kei? Did she just say Touya’s gonna offer himself? Who is he offering himself to?”

Keigo gasped, he had completely forgotten that Toga was in the same room as him, “You know the policy we have? The one where you can’t wear headphones while working?”

“My headphones broke, you don’t gotta worry about me!” She rolls her eyes at Keigo.

”Well this is the one time you can break that policy.” Keigo dug in his pocket and pulled out his tangled pair of earbuds, throwing them at Toga, “Turn the volume up all the way!”

”Sure he’s protecting Shouto, but he’s only going to put himself in harm’s way. You don’t know the version of Touya I know!” Fuyumi’s heart raced, she can hear it thumping as her head began to spin, “He’ll spiral into darkness again, he’ll turn to horrifying coping mechanisms!”

Natsuo tried to look back on his childhood. He tried to remember the way teenage Touya would act around his Dad, or Shouto, or even himself. But all Natsuo could remember was a bratty, moody boy, similar to himself. 

“We left so we can keep what little sanity we both have!” Fuyumi cried as her glasses fogged up, “And now you’re telling me Shouto’s next and Touya’s going back to his old ways?”

All Natsuo could do was hold her tightly, inhaling the scent of her hair. A scent he didn’t realize he missed so, so much. The more he sniffed, the more tears welled up in his eyes. “Fuyumi… promise you won’t be mad?”

”Whatever you’re about to tell me can’t possibly be worse than what’s to come.” Fuyumi pulls back from Natsuo, taking her glasses off to wipe them.

”I… I haven’t been home in weeks.” He admits with a slightly cold tone. His shoulders stiffened up as he prepared himself for another slap.

But Fuyumi was frozen. Her mouth slightly agape as she tried to piece things together. “You left Shouto alone with Touya and Dad?”

”I’m sorry, ‘Yumi.” Natsuo bit down on his lip as he remembered the way Shouto cried. “I didn’t want to be next, but I couldn’t bring him with me.”

Fuyumi sarcastically laughed at him, readjusting her hair so it was out of her face, “And you have the audacity to insult Mom for doing the same thing?”

”I’m a shitty brother, and a shitty son.” Natsuo admits with zero hesitation. He straightened up and looked at Fuyumi with full confidence, “But I trust Touya! Even if it means hurting himself, I’m sure he’ll keep Shouto safe!”

Fuyumi took a moment to think to herself. She cared about all of her siblings equally, but Shouto was much more vulnerable than Touya. And despite the unhealthy ways Touya deals with Enji’s abuse, it’s true that he would protect Shouto from becoming another victim. 

“As long as they have each other, they’ll be alright… for now.” Fuyumi sighs, remembering that there was more than one problem right now. “You said you haven’t been home? Where have you been?”

Natsuo shrugs, “With my girlfriend, you haven’t met her yet.” 

Fuyumi’s eyes sparkled, “My little Natsu got a girlfriend! But no, you won’t be staying with her much longer.”

Natsuo was taken aback with the way Fuyumi’s tone changed in the span of a second.

”You’ll be staying with me!” She claps her hands together.

“Hold on!” Natsuo puts his hands up, “You live on campus, and my girlfriend’s family is taking good care of me!”

“I just moved out of the dorms and got my own place! It’s a small apartment, but I’m willing to live in a crowded home if it means I get to keep you safe.” Fuyumi takes her phone out and passes it to Natsuo.

”What are you doing…?” He takes the phone from her hesitantly.

”Give me your number, and then your girlfriend’s number.” Fuyumi taps her foot playfully, the idea of living with one of her brothers after so long was exciting despite the circumstances they were in.

Natsuo tried to search for any sign of sarcasm in her expression, “Are you serious?”

”Heck yeah!” She was practically sparkling, “I’ll drive you to school and work. And someday, we’ll go home and check in on our brothers.”

A smile crept its way onto Natsuo’s face. He imagined the things Fuyumi was talking about and couldn’t help but admit how fun it would be living with another teenager. He added his phone number in Fuyumi’s phone, and then his girlfriend’s.

”Pick me up after my shift’s over!”

Keigo, still in the staff room, had a huge wave of relief wash over him as he slumped onto the floor. “Thank God…” It was overwhelming hearing their conversation, but now he knew there was something he needed to bring up with Touya.

 

Keigo: When can I come over?
Keigo: I need to talk to you about something serious

Touya: I’m planning on making a new video soon. Come over once I’m done with it

 

“But…” Keigo sighed, “That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

 

---

 

”Hi, I’m Fuyumi Todoroki!” She said gleefully as she put her hand out for the parents to shake.

”You are so pretty!” The girlfriend’s mother happily shook her hand.

”Hmph. Didn’t know he had a sister.” The father crossed his arms and leaned back on the sofa, “Only told us about his brothers.”

”I’m sorry…” Natsuo whispered, scratching the back of his neck. He leaned over to his girlfriend and whispered, “Your Dad hates me, doesn’t he?”

She giggles, “He’s like that with everyone. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have let you stay here for as long as he did.”

”Fair enough…” Natsuo muttered.

”I just want to thank you all for taking care of my brother.” Fuyumi held Natsuo in her arms, “And I hope you don’t mind if I take him into my custody. You see, my apartment is crowded, nothing like the comfy home you have.”

The father raised an eyebrow, “You think it’s better for him to stay in a tiny apartment instead of here?”

Natsuo was shocked, guess his girlfriend was right considering he just defended the idea of Natsuo continuing to live in his home.

”Well- no.” Fuyumi sighed, “We’re siblings, and our family is going through… tough times.”

The mother places her hand on the father’s knee, “It’s good for siblings to stick together.”

The father sighs as well and relaxes his body, “Just give me your number. Stay in contact with us, if you or Natsuo needs anything, let us be the first people you go to.”

The mother smiles warmly at them, “Natsuo makes our daughter so happy, he’s practically a member of our family now. And so are you.”

Fuyumi’s face turns pink as she writes her name and number down on a piece of paper. Natsuo’s girlfriend hugs him tightly. “Please stay safe out there.”

“I know Natsuo has a problem with skipping school if no one’s there to keep him in check.” Fuyumi playfully flicks Natsuo’s head, “But I’ll make sure he’s there every day!” 

“Wow. Great. Amazing.” Natsuo said sarcastically. Nothing was perfect, it turns out living with Fuyumi might be more like living with another version of his Mom instead of living with another teenager.

Better than Enji.

 

 

Chapter 7: Fake apologies

“Seriously?!” Touya shouts at his laptop.

Fuyumi, on the other end of the video call, was holding Natsuo on for dear life, “You didn’t think about telling me he ran off sooner?!”

”I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D CARE!” Touya continued his shouting.

Fuyumi slammed her hands on the desk as her jaw dropped, letting out a loud gasp of disbelief, “I used to take care of Natsu and Shou as if they were my own kids! How could I not care that Natsu ran away?!”

Touya rolled his eyes and crossed one leg over the other, “Blah blah! Well, the next time Dad tries to fuck Shouto and Natsuo has a mental breakdown and runs away, I’ll be sure to let my dear sister know!”

Fuyumi stammered and looked around in her living room as if one of her inanimate objects have an explanation to what’s going on. “The hell does that even mean?! Why would there ever be a next time?!”

”I think he’s high again,” Natsuo’s voice was faint.

Touya started blowing kisses at the camera and closed it shut, ending the video call without saying a proper goodbye.

”I hate him.” Fuyumi says with a blank expression, staring at Touya’s profile picture on her laptop’s screen.

Natsuo laughs and throws his legs over her lap, leaning down on the arm of the sofa. “No you don’t.”

Fuyumi sighs with a soft smile on her face, “You’re right. I don’t. I just wish he told me sooner.”

 

Shouto peeks his head inside Touya’s bedroom, “Nii-san? Why were you screaming?”

Touya yawns and walks away from his laptop, plopping onto his bed, “Fuyumi coincidentally found Natsuo while he was working. Now he’s staying at her place.”

Shouto’s eyes sparkle and he jumps onto Touya’s bed, crawling around until he’s innocently sitting on top of his big brother’s back, “Does that mean we might see Fuyumi soon?” He playfully slaps the space between his shoulder blades, “Please, please, pretty please!”

Touya winces from the slightest pain, “Fuck! I’ll think about it but only if you get off of me!”

Shouto laughs and leans over Touya’s back, resting his chin on his shoulder. The faint smell of marijuana and booze no longer bothers him the way it did when Touya first moved in. He plants multiple tiny kisses on Touya’s cheek, hoping he’d return the affection.

”Not now, Shortcake.” He sighed, wiggling his body until Shouto fell off, “Finish your homework and maybe the two of us can do something together.”

”But I wanna play…” Shouto whined, bouncing his hips up and down. Touya could feel him slowly growing hard. 

“Homework first, then you and I can make another video. How does that sound?”

Without any further argument, Shouto quickly hopped off and ran back to his room. Eager to finish his homework quickly. What he really wanted to do was spend more time with Touya.

 

---

Touya was sitting on his bed, strumming his guitar. He wasn’t playing any specific song, just something to pass the time.

Shouto peeked his head back inside, just like he did earlier. “Song time?”

He raises an eyebrow and puts his guitar down next to him, “Are you done with your homework?”

Shouto runs up and waves a couple of papers in his face with a wide smile. Touya didn’t take the time go actually go through it, as long as it was done, Shouto would surely get some credit.

Touya pats the space in front of him, inviting Shouto to sit down. Once he got settled, Touya took his guitar and began strumming the strings again, carefully showing Shouto the way his fingers were positioned on each string.

”I’m not just blindly moving my fingers around.” He muttered.

As much as the music sounded nice, what Shouto really wanted was some form of intimacy. It’s been days (hours) since Touya did so much as to even look at him (jerk him off).

Shouto leans forward, resting his chin on Touya’s knee. He didn’t care that the bottom of the guitar was up against his forehead. “Touya, you said we could play!”

He acted dumbfounded, playfully tapping a finger on his chin. “You have your own computer, you know? You can just go play there.”

”Noooo!” Shouto dragged the end of the word, “You know what I mean!”

Touya looks down and smirks at the boy. He knows exactly what he’s done to him and couldn’t be more proud. Shouto’s neediness to intimacy, (any form of affection, really), proves that he successfully moulded the boy into a more passive yet slutty version than he once was. Someone desperate to be touched and loved by a man much older than him.

”So precious.” Touya whispered, caressing Shouto’s face, holding back a moan as Shouto practically rubbed into his palm like a kitten getting its fur stroked. “My Shortcake. Let’s start, okay?”

 

The camera was set on a tripod near the bed and already recording. Both brothers waved at the viewers who would be watching this in a few hours.

Shouto was shirtless and cuddled up next to Touya, who was also shirtless. Touya’s hands roamed around his small body, occasionally flicking one of his nipples. His heart filled with warmth every time he heard Shouto’s soft breaths.

”I wish we could stay like this forever.” Shouto sighed, pressing his face against Touya’s chest, “I love when you hold me like this.”

Touya pulled Shouto in closer, pressing their noses together as Touya’s hands began to go lower. “How about you stay home on Monday. Forget about school, yeah?”

Shouto shook his head, “Natsu said he’d come visit me on Mondays. He doesn’t have work that day.”

They didn’t normally share the names of their other siblings on camera, not wanting to risk their privacy. Shouto wanted to correct himself, but was too fixated on what was going on.

Touya rolled his eyes, “Let’s not talk about him. You get all sad when you do. Focus on me, okay?”

Shouto exhaled through his nose and smiled. Leaning up to peck Touya on the lips. He didn’t mind how chapped they were, it was comforting in a way.

Touya gently squeezed Shouto’s face before kissing him back, slowly pushing his tongue inside to taste the boy. Shouto never liked how it would feel during the first few seconds, always describing it as “licking a slug.” 

But with some encouragement, Touya was able to successfully get Shouto to kiss him back. He swirled his small tongue around Touya’s piercing, whining at the metallic taste. Touya opened one of his eyes and saw the blissed-out look on his little brother’s face.

Shouto was red, sweating, and looked like he was having trouble breathing. But the uncoordinated moves from his tongue showed that he was in fact enjoying this.

Touya pulled back, earning yet another whine from Shouto. He began kissing his jawline, moving down to his neck, then latching his lips onto the jawline, sucking the delicate skin.

”You’re- you’re gonna leave a mark like last time!” Shouto gasped as he felt his sleeping shorts tightening.

Touya brought his hand down to the waistband of Shouto’s shorts, slowly tugging them down while dragging his lips to his nipple. Instead of fondling Shouto’s penis, his hand slid even lower, resting his palm on Shouto’s taint, and fingers against the ass cheeks.

Shouto grabbed Touya’s wrist, “Not right now… just wanna kiss.”

Touya pulled off of Shouto’s nipple and stared at him, waiting to see if he’d change his mind. Instead, he smiles at Touya awkwardly while shuffling away. 

“Come on, Shortcake.” Touya groans as Shouto sits on the edge of the bed. “All we’ve been doing is cuddling and making out. You haven’t even let me see that adorable prick of yours.”

Shouto protested, “But don’t you like cuddling? It’s my favorite!”

“Of course I do, but it’s been too damn long. I have so much stress pent up, and it’s about time we try something new.”

He sat in silence, trying to keep his distance from Touya.

”What? Don’t you like me anymore?” Touya forced himself to sound offended.

”No, I love you!” Shouto gasped, “I’m just, you know, scared.”

Touya pulls Shouto onto his lap, not caring about how much he was squirming around. “Then tell me. Why are you scared?”

All Shouto could think about was the way he heard Touya crying in Enji’s room. He could only imagine how much pain his big brother was in and compare it to how he might feel.

Touya brings his lips dangerously close to Shouto’s ear, “Scared it’ll hurt?”

Shouto yelps and turns to face Touya. It was like he was some sort of mind reader. A witch, even. He nods, hoping his brother would understand and lay off for a while.

Instead, Touya forces Shouto onto his back and leans over him, “It doesn’t hurt. Well, not for me that night.”

”But you were crying!”

Touya laughs, “That’s just how good it was.” He leans down and whispers again, “I love the way Dad stretches me.”

Shouto stared at him in disgust, trying his best not to imagine Enji’s large cock. But ultimately, he failed.

 

**SMUT STARTS HERE**

“You know,” Touya starts caressing him, “The first time we did it, he was so gentle. I was just a year older than you are now. His fingers were drenched in lube as he worked me open.”

Shouto froze as he felt Touya’s hand between his legs, slowly massaging his inner thighs. 

“He used to kiss me while comparing me to Mom.” He pulled Shouto’s shorts down again, this time succeeding. “Would you look at that? You’re not wearing any underwear.”

”I don’t wear them to bed.” Shouto choked out, feeling his cock begin to harden.

Touya notices this too, and spreads Shouto’s legs apart. “Before he used his fingers, he licked me down there. Tell me, Shortcake. Has anyone eaten you out before?” He knew the answer to this, but wanted to hear it for himself. Unfortunately, Shouto didn’t respond- not like he was able to . He shrieked when Touya suddenly pushed his legs up, above his shoulders. 

“Just look at you…” He whispered in pure awe as he got close to the tiny pucker. “So pure and innocent.”

Shouto reached down to cover his hole, but Touya slaps his hand away. “You belong to me, Shortcake.”

He kissed Shouto’s taint, admiring how smooth and hairless the skin was. “I used to be like this too. Hairless, baby-soft. Fuck, I was Dad’s prized possession.”

Shouto whined as he felt Touya kissing his balls now. “I wanna stop!”

”Why?” Touya licks another stripe on his taint, “Is this hurting you?”

”No, it’s just that I’m not ready!”

“I didn’t think I was ready either. It was so sudden.” Touya chuckles before kissing Shouto’s entrance. “But Dad helped me relax. He doesn’t seem like the type to go down on someone, right? Someone who only cares about his own pleasure?”

“S-stop talking about him!” Shouto begged, but it only brought amusement to Touya.

“But he loved to go down on his son and daughter’s ass.” Without any further warning, he plunged his tongue into the most intimate part of Shouto’s body. 

Shouto shrieked in fear, but his cock already leaked with clear liquid. “Touya, stop!”

Touya locked his arms around both of Shouto’s thighs, burying his face deeper into his warmth. He rubbed his face in, swirling his tongue around the ridiculously tight walls.

Shouto’s back arched as he tried kicking his legs, only for it to not help him at all. If anything, it encouraged Touya to tongue-fuck him deeper. Shouto’s cock continued leaking. Desperately, he wrapped his hand around his base, trying to stop himself from cumming.

Touya stroked the top half of Shouto’s cock, gathering the precum and using it as lube. The slick noises coming from both his tongue and his hand began to fill up the room. 

Shouto sobbed the same way Touya did that night. Not because it hurt or felt weird, but because Touya was genuinely making him feel good again.

“Touya-nii…” he gasped, clenching his tight muscles on his tongue, “Please, Touya.”

Touya moved his hand faster as his tongue continued to work his tiny hole. He opened one eye to look at Shouto, getting himself to go in deeper.

Shouto’s head began to spin as his legs shook. His jaw dropped as he was being worked off the edge. Right before his mind went blank, Touya pulled his mouth and hand away.

”Thank- you-“ Shouto huffed. He was relieved that Touya finally stopped. At least that’s what he thought.

Touya looks in the table side drawer and pulled out a small container of lube. Shouto’s eyes twitched as he realized that they were nowhere near done. Touya smiles at him softly as he lathers the cold substance on two of his fingers.

”Take a deep breath for me.” He whispers, “You’re a big boy now, aren’t you?”

Shouto whimpers, as good as his body feels right now, he didn’t want to keep going. He gasps as he feels two of Touya’s digits at his entrance. 

“Wait, let’s talk this through-“ Shouto yelps as Touya pushes the first knuckle in, moaning at the warmth. Shouto thrashes around, desperate for Touya to pull his fingers out but it was no use. He began to slowly enter the rest of his knuckles until the joints connecting his fingers to his palm were pressed nicely against Shouto’s ass.

”Do you feel that, Shouto?” Touya gasped as he wiggled his fingers inside. “My fingers are all the way in.”

“Nnghh-“ Shouto’s voice strains as he pulls on the bed sheets, “Fu- ah! Touya!” 

“There, there Shortcake…” He whispers in a sickening tone, “It’ll feel good in a minute.”

Touya used his other hand to caress Shouto’s body, flicking his nipple every chance he got. As he rubbed his brother’s body, he imagined what those tiny nubs would look like if he got piercings. He moves his hands lower, brushing against Shouto’s cock for a quick second and then to the side, grabbing onto his hips. As he held Shouto down, he began thrusting his fingers in and out. He tried finding a good rhythm based on the whimpering noises that came out of Shouto.

”Too fast!” He squealed, “Please slow down!”

Touya grins, “You sound exactly the way I do when I’m begging dad to stop!”

Shouto tries to move his hips away, but accidentally angled himself in a position that would allow Touya to easily find his prostate. Immediately, he shrieked. The same type of high-pitched shriek a young girl would make in a similar position.

Touya’s mouth was open agape, never expecting Shouto to scream like a little girl. He took that as a sign to keep jabbing his fingers in that same spot. “How’s it feel? Speak to me.”

Shouto shook his head and tried kicking Touya away. He refused to admit how amazing this felt, knowing Touya would just take advantage of this.

Touya curled his fingers and stilled them, putting pressure on that one spot. He tried not to laugh as he felt Shouto’s rim closing around his digits. “Use your words, Shortcake.”

”Nghhh-“ Shouto pushed his hips down, desperate for more contact. “Shut up…”

”Oh?” Touya wiggled his fingers once more, “Guess you’re gonna have to make me shut up.”

Shouto didn’t understand what that meant. Not until he felt something wet engulf him. “HEY!”

In a second, Touya took Shouto’s entire length in his mouth. It wasn’t big enough to choke him, it had only begun to grow. Yet, it was still enough to surprise Touya. ‘Growing boy…’

He pushed his face down, rubbing his nose and upper lip against Shouto’s crotch as his tongue licked the underside of his penis. He made sure to put pressure through his piercing. 

“Touya-nii!” Shouto threw his head back and pushed his hips into Touya’s face. He gave Touya a blowjob once or twice, but was never able to understand why they were so good. That wasn’t until now. 

And just like that, Touya began moving his fingers again. Pushing down on his prostate while his tongue tasted every inch of his inexperienced cock. Shouto’s mind began to feel foggy and he couldn’t remember how he went from wanting to stop this act, to never wanting it to end. He found himself tugging on Touya’s hair, running his hands through the black strands so much that he was able to eventually find Touya’s white roots.

Touya looked up, his mouth still engulfing Shouto’s cock as he started making , wet, sloppy, slurping noises. He smiled the best he could and slowly moved his head up until only the tip was left in his mouth.

Shouto couldn’t help but giggle, “Really good…”

”Mhm…” Touya responded, but he kept his head still. He gestured for Shouto to move his body to give the camera a better view. Once that was done, Touya angled himself in a way where the viewers could actually see him fingering Shouto. But instead of deep throating him, he pulled his mouth off, only kitten-licking the tip.

Shouto’s hands shook, “Nooo, go back! Take it in your mouth again!”

Touya stopped licking and tilts his head, looking right at the lens as he moved his fingers faster. “Take what in my mouth, Shortcake?”

”My- my-“ Shouto squealed as he felt Touya jab his prostate again, “You know what I’m talking about!”

Touya shook his head and forces a pout, “I really don’t… aw, you look so pent up, baby. Do you wanna feel good?”

Shouto inhaled sharply, “Yes please, Touya!”

”Then you have to tell me what you want.”

Shouto grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his tip against Touya’s chin. He had no idea where he learned that from, but something’s telling him it was instinct. He repeatedly slapped Touya’s chin with his cock, “Suck me off, Touya-nii!”

Touya’s eyes widen by the lewd acts, but he couldn’t be more happy to know that it was captured on camera. He pressed his lips against Shouto’s tip and planted a sloppy kiss before taking it in his mouth with a smile. 

He had nothing but love for little Shouto, and hearing the angelic noises coming from him only confirms that he was doing a good job.

”Right there, Nii-san!” Shouto giggled, moving his hips up as his laughter fades into moans.

Touya suddenly adds a third finger into Shouto without warning, finding his prostate yet again. Shouto bit down on his lip, holding a scream in but failing.

Shouto began rambling, most of it being mumbled but Touya could tell he was talking about how good he felt. 

“Fingers, need more!”

”Touya, I gotta cum…”

“Your mouth’s so hot!”

If Touya can add a third finger without warning, Shouto can cum in his mouth without warning as well. With a deep breath, he releases the base of his cock and tugs on Touya’s hair once more before spraying his seed inside his mouth. His whimpers were high pitched and his entire body shook as Touya kept his nose pressed against Shouto’s base.

He drank every drop of cum while staring into Shouto’s mix-matched eyes. Once his cock softened, Touya took his camera off the tripod and recorded his little brother’s blissed-out face.

”How was it, Shortcake?” Touya’s voice was raspier than usual, “You like getting your dick sucked by your big brother?”

Shouto giggled and nodded, “Really good, wanna do it again. Wanna do more!”

”So eager…” Touya whispered into the camera as he began unbuckling his pants, “Little slut wants more…”

Right before he could free his cock, they both heard Enji’s car pull up. 

“Fuck!” They both shout, scrambling to get their clothes back on. Touya’s camera was thrown onto the bed, he didn’t even press the ‘stop’ button yet.

”Touya, that was amazing!” Shouto gasped, “I was super scared at first, but you made it really fun!”

Touya wiped the sweat off his forehead, “Keep being on your best behavior and Nii-san will give you something even better.”

The second they heard the front door open, Shouto ran to his room and locked himself inside. He presses his ear to the wall connecting both his and Touya’s room. He already knew Enji would go to Touya first, so he tried to listen in.

 

”Son…? You in there?” Enji’s voice was unusually soft. It was suspicious. 

Touya quickly plugged the camera into the laptop, but facing both devices away from Enji.

“Um, hi Dad?” Touya waited for the video to fully load on his laptop as Enji stood at the door with a bag of what appears to be food. 

”I got you boys food.” Enji’s voice wasn’t as soft now, but he wasn’t aggressive. He looks up at the ceiling and began sniffing, “Fuck, it smells like sweat and sex.”

Touya chuckles and winks at his father, “Does it now?” He moves his laptop aside, his boner being the first thing Enji saw, “Maybe after dinner you and I can make the sex-scent stronger.”

Enji’s face turned red but he quickly turned around, walking out of the room. “NATSU! SHOUTO! I bought dinner!” He subtly rejected Touya, which was out of the ordinary for him.

Once Shouto heard Enji’s footsteps going down the stairs, he ran out of his room and went up to Touya.

”How does he not know that Natsuo’s gone?!” He panicked, “It’s been weeks!”

Touya shrugs and readjusted his boner, “Oh well. You and I will just have to keep our mouths shut.”

Shouto nods. “I’ll go wash my hands and meet you downstairs!”

 

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It took him a while, but Shouto finally managed to get himself cleaned up. His legs felt weak as he walked down the stairs, trying his best to keep himself from falling. 

“Was this what Katsuki was talking about?” Shouto asked himself, referring to how Bakugo used to joke about the way girls felt sore after sex. He froze when he saw Touya and Enji from a distance.

They were both sitting next to each other. Normally they would sit on different ends of the table. Shouto squinted his eyes and saw Touya’s mouth moving as if he were whispering something while his hand was rubbing Enji’s thigh.

Shouto’s eyes moved up and he saw the look on Enji’s face. Pupils dilated, face red, and mouth agape like he was panting. Shouto took the final step down the stairs, purposely putting more pressure in his foot so the creaking floorboards were loud enough for both of them to hear.

Touya’s hand quickly darted away from Enji. He stood up and walked to the sink, turning the faucet on to wash his hands.

”Took you long enough, Shou!” Touya laughed, drying his hands and returning to his seat. “Let’s start dinner. I was able to hear Dad’s stomach growling the whole time.”

Shouto kept himself from making any sarcastic comments. But when he saw what his Dad bought, he couldn’t help himself.

”Store bought udon that looks like it’s immune to seasoning?” He rolled his eyes, reaching for a clean bowl, “How scrumptious.”

Enji growls and tossed a pair of wooden chopsticks at him, “Well you can starve for all I care. Your mother and sister were the only two who could cook.”

Touya opened one of the udon containers, “Natsuo was a pretty decent cook-“ He gasped at his own words and Shouto looked at him with a terrified expression.

Shouto slowly shook his head and mouthed, ‘You’ll remind Dad!’ 

Enji drops his chopsticks onto his plate, staring at the depressing food in the center of the table. “Did Natsu not hear me? For once I’m trying to eat with my remaining children.”

Shouto couldn’t help himself, but his anxiety took over, forcing him to smile awkwardly. “I think Natsuo’s playing volleyball with his fr-“

”Natsuo ran away~” Touya sang with a grin, waving his chopsticks around. “He heard what you and I did and didn’t want to wait around to be next!”

Shouto went pale, just a few minutes ago they agreed not to tell Enji. He was couldn’t be more pissed at Touya for betraying Natsuo

Enji grabbed Touya with both hands and shook him, “What are you talking about? Where did he run off to?!”

Touya laughed right in his face, his eyes practically bulging out, “He’s been gone for nearly a month and you’re only noticing this now?!”

”Touya, don’t make him angrier-“ Shouto tried to calm everyone down, but let out a quick shriek when Enji smacked Touya across the face.

”Natsuo is my son.” Enji growls, “Tell me what you know before I get the cops involved and they start a search party.”

Touya place his hand over the spot where Enji just smacked and looked him dead in the eyes, “You think that’s a good idea? Sure, get the cops involved. When they find Natsuo and ask why he left, what do you suppose he’ll tell them, dear old Dad?”

Enji grits his teeth, anger running through his bloodstream. “I didn’t raise you to be a snitch, and that goes for Natsuo as well.”

Shouto’s body began to move on its own. He got closer to Enji and tried to get his large hands off of Touya, “Please, Dad. I don’t think he means any of this, you know how he is!”

Enji took one hand off Touya and shoved Shouto to the ground, bringing it back onto Touya’s shoulder.

This whole time, Touya was just teasing his father. Purposely getting him angry for no reason other than entertainment. But seeing the way he harmed his little brother caused the switch in his mind to flip. He grabbed both of Enji’s wrists and pulled them away.

”Yeah, Natsu and I can keep our mouths shut.” He grins as he points a finger at Shouto, his eyes still on Enji. “But he won’t.”

Shouto rubbed his back in pain, looking at Touya with fear. He was already dragged into this far enough, why drag him down even more? Enji slowly turned his gaze to him, his eyes were bloodshot red. Shouto was convinced that if they were in a world with super powers, his father would be engulfed in his own flames right now.

Touya’s grin grows wider, “Shouto’s weak, we both know that. If the cops pressure him just enough…” Touya mimics a small explosion sound, “He’ll burst, and he’ll spill everything that you’ve done.”

Shouto watched as Enji’s anger turned to fear- something he never thought he’d see in his father. Enji released Touya and marched over to Shouto. His fists were clenched, ready to punch anything and anyone.

”Careful now, Dad.” Touya raises his voice, “He has school tomorrow. And I hear one of his friends’ Mom is a social worker. Isn’t that right, Shortcake ?”

Enji froze, “What’s with that nickname?”

Shouto nods at Touya, ignoring Enji’s question. “Mrs. Midoriya!”

Touya’s throat was beginning to dry up. This was the longest he was able to stand up to his dad. Normally at this point, Enji would either beat him to a pulp, whisper sexually degrading things in his ear, or both. Just for him to get dragged to his father’s bed so Enji can have his way with him. He wasn’t sure how long it would be until Enji went back to his usual self, snapping and launching his body towards Touya’s.

But right now? Knowing that his middle son could be anywhere in the city, possibly in the process of reporting him for his neglect and abuse? Enji wasn’t sure if he wanted to create new evidence. He crouches down to Shouto’s level, who was cowering on the floor. His mind spun with worry as he stated at his youngest child.

“Shouto?” Enji whispers. His voice was soft, like how it was with Touya back upstairs. His body was relaxed, and he caressed the small scratch on his face, “You’ll keep your mouth shut for Dad, won’t you?”

Shouto looked at Touya to see if he would give him the answer just like that. But instead, his arms were crossed and his eyebrows were furrowed. Both men waited for Shouto to answer.

Enji’s eyes twitched. He was very well aware of his abusive tendencies, but the possibility of being reported by his own flesh and blood never crossed his mind.

”Out of all of us, the first one to leave was your daughter.” Touya starts.

Enji continued caressing Shouto’s face, his breath hitching as he forces an uncanny smile, “Shouto, sweet boy, I’ll treat you better from now on. I’ll atone for what I did! You don’t need to tell anyone about my actions!”

Shouto teared up and tried backing away. Enji’s touch was soft yet it seared into his delicate skin. He was afraid of Enji, but for a different reason this time.

”Then it was me.” Touya continued, “Ironic since I’m older by a few months… but I never really left you, did I?”

Enji’s body trembled as he pulled Shouto into a hug, causing him to gasp. He looked at Touya, silently pleading for help.

“What was that game you wanted to play?” Enji asked, “Just name it and I’ll buy it. I’ll buy you anything your heart desires! I’ll even play with you if that’s what it’ll take.”

”Then you pushed Mom past her breaking point.” Touya turned to the side, looking at an old photo of Rei that was hung up. She was much younger in the picture, happier, too. “Dunno how she handled you for so long… Then Natsu left, he didn’t even turn 18 yet!”

Enji held onto Shouto tighter now, his breath shaking as he fought back his (fake) sobs. “Shouto, come on… Dad’s made some mistakes, but things will be different. No more beating you, no more leaving you home alone without any word of my whereabouts, you and your brother will have my full attention.”

Shouto was overstimulated. Feeling his father so close to him without any harmful intentions while hearing his brother list the order in which his family members left their home. It was causing his brain to rot. “Dad, please let go.”

And although it felt nice to be held instead of punched, Shouto understood that Enji was full of shit. 

“I won’t tell anybody, Dad.”

Touya’s eyes widen with disbelief, and Enji started stroking Shouto’s red hair.

But he knew. Both brothers knew. Enji couldn’t care less about making his youngest son happy. Why do it now after years of abuse? It was rather shocking to see how low he would go just for Shouto to keep his mouth shut.

”Shouto!” Was all Enji could say, rocking back and forth. 

Touya pressed his lips together in a flat line, he would’ve preferred Shouto stay silent instead of giving in to their father’s manipulation. But he would be lying if he said this wasn’t an interesting twist. 

“I’ll make it up to you. Just please be good and keep a secret.” Enji was practically begging at this point.

Shouto sniffled and pulled away from Enji, “I still can’t forgive you for what you did to Mom, and that’s my choice to make.”

He looked at Touya to see if he was saying the right things, but based on the lack if change in his expression, he wasn’t so sure.

”But as for being my father?” Shouto sniffled, blinking his eyes rapidly to fight back his tears, “I’ll have to watch your actions and see if you’ve earned that.” He looked back at Touya once more.

But he didn’t see his 20 year old brother with black hair, piercings, and tattoos. Instead, he saw a 13 year old boy with soft white hair, standing up against the wall in pajamas that were stained with blood. And the more Shouto looked at the boy, the more he wondered;

How confusing was it when he started giving you unwanted attention?

Unwanted attention that you weren’t expecting when you begged him to look at you?

And how much did you really have to endure for the years you’ve lived here?

Why mask it all with a false sense of pleasure when we all know you hated it?

Why continue putting yourself in harm’s way?

Shouto looked back at his dad. His fearful expression turned serious, “Because I know something small can change a person if they want it to.” Of course, what they went through wasn’t ‘small’. But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter what Shouto said, because they all knew that Enji was only acting this way to save himself.

And for the first time in his life, Enji gently held Shouto’s face in his big, calloused, hands and placed a kiss on Shouto’s forehead. Touya clenched his fists, ready to start beating Enji, but Shouto didn’t seem alarmed.

It wasn’t the type of kiss Touya gave him. It was almost the same as Rei and Fuyumi’s kisses. Almost. He didn’t feel violated, but he didn’t feel love from it either. 

Enji pulls back with a sigh, “I won’t go looking for him. But please tell me where he is.”

Shouto kept his mouth shut, once again looking for Touya to see if he has an answer.

“Not a chance, now get off of Shouto!” Touya barked, but Enji didn’t move a muscle.

”That’s… that’s fair enough. But you do know where he is, correct?” 

Touya gives him a small nod, but his mouth was also shut now. Giving away Natsuo’s location meant giving away Fuyumi’s, and Touya sure as hell wasn’t letting his sister face him without warning.

”He’s fine.” Shouto whispered.

“Then that’s all I need to know.” Enji stood up with his head hanging low, taking a small portion of the food and walking to his room. “Eat as much as you like, don’t worry about cleaning up.”

Touya pulls Shouto onto his feet and hugs him, “You alright?”

”That was super weird.” Shouto responded, his voice muffled into Touya’s body.

”Definitely. But I wouldn’t keep my guard down just yet.” Touya went over to the table and began serving himself some food, “Let’s just eat. I’m gonna go visit Keigo after this.”

”Can I come?”

Touya froze for a second but went back to what he was doing, “No. You’re staying here with your bedroom door locked. Don’t let Dad in until I’m home.”

“What if Dad takes out the keys?” Shouto felt himself panic despite this only being a hypothetical scenario.

Touya took a mouthful of food and spoke as he chewed, “Jump out your window like Keigo did all those months ago!”

Notes:

This is bunz

Anyways, it’s Izuku’s birthday as i type this !! Happy Birthday SmallMight !!

Chapter 8: Partners In Crime

Notes:

Is this too fast paced?

He regrets meeting Touya Todoroki.

Why did those blue eyes, piercings, and poorly dyed black hair need to be so captivating to him?

Why did he give in to his curiosity when Touya first asked if he could come over to show him a “video”? 

And why did he get aroused? That was his biggest question, and even bigger regret. 

Keigo wants to take back every piece of money he gave to him, and burn it to ashes. Then he’ll burn Touya to death. Maybe Shouto, to put him out of his misery.

And lastly, he’ll burn himself. But he’ll make sure he feels every singe in his body. That way, he could feel like a 13 year old boy who lost control over his powerful flame quirk.

But, dammit, he can’t help but pity Touya. That night when he received the phone call, he felt nauseous hearing the Todoroki family’s dark secret. 

It was so hard to believe, but at the same time, it cleared up the big mystery; why is Touya Todoroki so fucked up?

So as he lied down on the dirty floor of his living room, waiting for the cops to come arrest him, he prayed for sweet death to come before the handcuffs did.

Instead, he heard a knock on the door. A loud one, that is.

Keigo had dark bags under his eyes. His stomach was twisting and turning as he dragged his feet to the door. He knew who was knocking. He didn’t need a text in advance, he knew Touya was on the other side. Keigo opens the door, stepping aside for Touya to enter.

”You look like you haven’t slept.” Touya grins and taps on his laptop, “Today’s video’s good. I think I might… expand.”

Keigo’s heart sunk, he spent the evening preparing himself on how to break the news to Touya. “What do you mean by expand?”

He shrugs and casually sits down on the sofa, placing his laptop on the coffee table, “Sharing the video with more people, I might even risk sharing this in forums.”

”No! Don’t show these videos to other people!” Keigo’s breath hitched, he quickly shut the door and twisted every single lock. 

Touya flinches for a second, but opens up his laptop, pressing a few buttons before he smiles at his screen. “Only want the videos to yourself? You sound greedy.”

Keigo recognized the smile on Touya’s face- he was getting ready to show off the newest video. He quickly ran to the table and slammed the laptop shut. “You have to fucking stop!”

Touya, now defensive, stood up and stared Keigo down, “Since when did you have morals?”

”Touya, I’m not messing around.” Keigo clenches his fists, “You’re ruining Shouto’s life, fuck, it’s probably completely ruined at this point.”

”Don’t be ridiculous.” Touya sighs and pulls Keigo close to him, “He has fun, he knows what I do with the videos. He practically begs for it these days.”

Keigo dug his fingers into his scalp, “Fuck! He shouldn’t be begging at all! He thinks he’s having fun because it’s the only form of attention he gets that doesn’t result in him with a bruised face or ribcage.”

Touya was silent for a second as he examined Keigo’s expression. He was clearly in a state of panic, “Where are you going with this?”

Keigo’s hands shook as he brought them back down to his sides. “You need to stop abusing him. You’ve gone too far, please, let him try to live a normal life.”

Touya shook his head and clicked his tongue, “No. You don’t get to decide what’s normal for him and what’s not.” Touya shoves Keigo down onto the sofa, “You’re just as bad as I am. You’re a contributor.”

Keigo grabbed onto his chest, “You’re right. I am just as bad as you.” His mind flashes to Natsuo. During the past couple of weeks, Keigo has been getting to know him pretty well. Whenever he looks at Natsuo, he sees someone who clearly suffered and is trying his best to make some light out of his life.

“But it doesn’t mean that what you’re doing isn’t wrong. I don’t know what you’ve been telling Shouto, but whatever it is can’t be good.”

Touya cocks his head to the side and glares, “You’re acting like a saint as if you didn’t pay to watch what I do.”

Keigo’s stomach just keeps on twisting and he groans long and loud, “Well I’m fucked up. We’re fucked up! And you need to get your shit together before things go too far and Shouto becomes a mini version of you.”

”Oh yeah? A mini version of me, huh?” Touya gives him a toothy grin, “You mean someone who’s sex-hungry and has no shame fucking his family members?”

Keigo grits his teeth, “Exactly. And I’m done with this-” He waves a hand around Touya’s laptop, “I’m done with watching your fucked up home videos!”

Touya shoves his laptop into his backpack. “Alright, go ahead and play ‘good guy.’ But I’m not stopping the grind- literally and metaphorically.”

Right before he made it to the front door, Keigo grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into a hug, “Why won’t you understand where I’m coming from? Do you seriously want Shouto to be like you?”

”Maybe that’s all he’s good for.” Touya mumbles under his breath, “Someone to use like… a toy.”

Keigo had a broken look in his eyes, “How could you even think that?”

“With me he has a purpose.” Touya hissed, but saying those words didn’t feel right to him, “Our Mom and siblings left him behind, and our Dad beats him like he’s nothing. I’m the only one who actually loves him, I’m saving my little brother.”

”You can save him without dragging him down with you!” Keigo pulled away from the hug, his voice more desperate this time around. “Don’t let him turn out the way you did! You can be the one who ends this cycle!”

Before Touya could retaliate some more, his head began to spin and his heart skipped a beat. As he processed the words, he started to imagine what Shouto’s future would be like a few years from now.

Corrupted, filthy, ruined.

Unwanted memories returned to him, making him vulnerable in that moment. He wanted to reach his hand out for Keigo to hold him, but his body was too frozen

 

**SMUT STARTS**
This is a flashback to when Touya’s like 13

 

 

”Touya, I don’t want to!” Fuyumi cried as she held onto her brother tightly. 

From the distance, you could hear Natsuo and Shouto watching an educational children’s program. And over that, you can hear the two boys arguing over which channel to watch.

”This show’s for kindergarteners!” Natsuo shouted at the top of his lungs.

Shouto yelled back, less aggressive, “But I am a kindergartner!”

Fuyumi shook Touya, “Listen to me!”

Touya’s eyes widen as he realizes the state he and Fuyumi were in. Both in their undergarments, sitting in the center of Enji’s bed.

”You’re good at convincing Dad,” she whispered as tears ran down her face, “Please tell him to do this later.”

Touya licked his dried, chapped lips as he brought his hand up to a bruised area that was just above Fuyumi’s breasts.

Fuyumi hissed and pulled back.

”When did Dad hurt you there?” Touya asked, his voice just as soft as Fuyumi’s.

All she could do was rub on the bruise, she was in too much pain to respond. Before Touya could help her, Enji entered the room, closing the door right away.

But for a split second, Touya saw Rei in the hallway. She had her eyes locked onto Touya’s.

Enji was unbuckling his belt when he noticed Fuyumi’s unusual behavior. He marches over to her and grabs her wrist, pulling her up to her feet.

She gasped in pain, trying to move her hand away but failing.

“What’s wrong with this one?” Enji asks Touya, keeping his eyes on Fuyumi.

Touya’s throat constricted. He saw the terrified look Fuyumi had. The last thing he wanted was to see her in pain- although it wouldn’t be the first (or last) time he did. 

“She got invited to a friend’s house!” Touya squeaked out. 

Fuyumi’s eyes widen. She wasn’t invited to anybody’s house at all. But when she saw the look in Touya’s eyes, she knew she had to play along.

”We’re working on a project!” She added, “If I go with any bruises or a sore throat, it would be weird!”

”It’s summer,” Touya chuckles, “Who gets sore throats in the summer?”

Enji shoves Fuyumi onto the mattress and forces her on all four’s.

”Hold on!” Touya sprawls his body over Fuyumi’s, holding a hand up in front of Enji, “It’ll be even worse if she goes there with a limp! Social workers will definitely be called if Fuyumi isn’t able to sit, either!”

Fuyumi swallows down her fears and looks over her shoulder, “You’re pretty big… daddy.”

God, she hated called Enji that.

He stared at his two children, trying to search for any signs of lying in their body language. Oh, the signs were everywhere. Enji only taught them how to lie to teachers, friends, and even their own siblings.

But not to him.

But if Fuyumi was that desperate to not please Enji tonight-

He smacked Touya across the face. He tugged his white hair and smacked him again. Fuyumi covered her mouth, holding back a shriek as a bruise begins forming.

Touya panted, refusing to cry although his eyes were bloodshot red five seconds in.

Enji snapped his fingers at Fuyumi, “Least you can do is help me.” He pointed to his pants, and Fuyumi knew what to do. Yet, she still hesitated.

Touya looks at her and nods his head. This will keep her from getting assaulted, yet still satisfying Enji. It was a win-win.

Fuyumi wanted to cry, but still tugged Enji’s pants down. She looked up at him as she fondled him through his boxers.

Enji smirks at her, slowly grinding his hips against her little palm. When Touya helped Fuyumi by palming him as well, he began moaning. 

The sounds made Fuyumi want to puke, but Touya wanted to hear more. During times like these, he really hoped Enji would just kick Fuyumi out of the room so he can have him all to himself.

Fuyumi pouts, but forces herself to pull the thin layer of fabric down, revealing Enji’s thick, throbbing cock. Touya’s mouth watered when he saw the red hairs that were sticking out in every direction, but kept his composure knowing that his sister wanted nothing to do with this.

”You’re so pretty when you make that face,” Enji moans, caressing her face gently, “Little princess…”

”She still doesn’t want to suck your dick.” Touya laughed, earning himself another smack.

Fuyumi yelped, but once Touya got over it, he let went slack-jawed. His pupils dilated and he let his pink tongue hang out. Enji takes Fuyumi’s hand and firmly places it on his base, gesturing her to move forward.

Fuyumi turned to Touya, silently apologizing to him in her mind, hoping that he’d somehow be able to understand the guilty look in her eyes (he always does). She brings the tip of Enji’s cock to his mouth, unfazed by the way Touya slobbers on it. 

‘It’s salty…’ Touya thinks to himself. He moans in pleasure when he feels Fuyumi’s hand go to the back of his head, slowly getting him to take more of Enji’s cock in his mouth. 

“Good girl,” Enji moaned and leaned down, placing a small kiss on the top of her head. He was harsher with Touya, grabbing him by the hair with both hands now, preparing himself to thrust the rest of his length.

Touya knew what was coming and quickly braced himself. He wrapped his arms around Enji’s thighs and ran his tongue on the underside of his cock. He bobbed his head, moaning to send Enji vibrations. Fuyumi tried to look away, but was too afraid. If her defiance were to cause Enji to hurt Touya, she wouldn’t forgive herself.

Enji grins at Touya, “Keep licking, just like that.”

Touya continues slobbering, internally begging Enji to use him in any way he seems fit. So with a deep breath, Enji does just that. He slammed half his length down Touya’s throat, earning loud gagging noises from the child.

Touya was somehow able to pull away from the tight grip, “Dad, go deeper!”

He smiled as he saw the rage in Enji’s eyes, he knew how to get his rough side out. Enji held Touya’s head in place and put one foot up on the bed, allowing him to thrust deeper than before.

Touya’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted every bit of precum and sweat. His gagging intensified, he felt every vein and every throb.

The harder he gagged, the harder it was to breathe. But the way Enji growled showed that he was doing a great job. Who cares that he was on the verge of passing out? He was making his dadddy happy.

Fuyumi had no choice but to keep watching, her eyes focused on the way Touya’s throat bulged with every thrust. Enji noticed her prying eyes and slowed his movements.

”Son, get me nice and wet.” He slowly picked up the pace again, “Trust me.”

Touya took a deep breath and did just that. He forced his dried up mouth to make more moisture for Enji’s cock, the sound of him slurping filled the room. Maybe if Shouto and Natsuo weren’t arguing downstairs, they would’ve been able to hear.

After sometime, Enji finally pulled out but was still as hard as a rock. Touya panted, disappointed that he didn’t get to swallow Enji’s load. It glistened with the thick layer of saliva as he stared down at his two kids. 

Touya places a hand on Fuyumi’s knee, showing that he’s fine and that she should calm down. That was when Enji’s fist came into contact with his chest, causing him to wheeze.

”Don’t hurt him!” Fuyumi cried, but before she could come to Touya’s rescue, Enji shoved her back to the bed and punched Touya some more. Once on his face, twice on his chest.

Touya was on the ground wheezing and crying in pain. He thought he was making his dad proud, so why was he getting beat? Enji carries him like a doll and places him against the wall, right next to the door. 

His ears rang and head spun as blood ran down his nose. He stared at those blue eyes, blue just like his. No matter how much he tried, he could never understand him. Wasn’t he doing a good job just now?

Enji went back to the bed where Fuyumi was and forced her onto her hands and knees again.

”Think about this the next time you lie,” Enji warned as he ripped her panties. 

Fuyumi screamed as she tried kicking Enji off, just for him to grab her thighs and spread her wide.

”Touya!” She cried before Enji shoved her face into the mattress, muffling the rest of her noises.

Touya tried to stand up to save Fuyumi, but the pain was too much for him. He must’ve somehow hurt his legs while getting beat. The taste and smell of blood overtook his senses, weakening him much more.

Enji took his cock and rubbed it against Fuyumi’s soft, small folds. Grinning as he felt her body betraying her by getting wet.

Fuyumi gasped, “Wait, not there!” She spread her ass cheeks and points to her tiny opening, “Here, just like you do with Touya!”

Touya coughed, blood spurting out, “No, she-“ he coughed some more, “She isn’t ready for that.” It was no use, Enji didn’t care.

He bent over Fuyumi’s body and kissed her cheek, “It’s okay, Princess.” Enji kisses her again, “I got snipped after your mother had Shouto. You’ll learn what that means when you’re older.”

Fuyumi frantically panicked, taking deep breaths of air as she felt her dad rubbing against her, “Please don’t…”

Touya felt helpless, his earlier attempts have failed and now his sister was going to get hurt again. He sobbed pathetically, keeping his eyes on the ground. That was when he felt another presence in the room. He turned to his side and looked up.

”Mom?!” He choked out, but Rei wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at Fuyumi in horror. 

It was odd. Touya remembers seeing the door close. But he doesn’t remember hearing it open.

”Do something!” Touya yelled at her, but hissed in pain, grabbing onto his ribcage.

He heard skin slapping against skin and looked up, just to have the same expression Rei had. Enji and Fuyumi’s hips were connected now, and the poor girl went quiet. 

“She’s… she’s awake, right Mom?” Touya asked as he slowly turned back to her, “Mom?”

Rei continued watching as Enji pulled his hips back, sighing at the layer of blood on his cock as he slowly moved back in. He didn’t want to hurt her too badly.

Anger began to bubble in Touya, and he reached through the door to grab Rei by the ankle. She got startled and finally noticed him. But all Touya saw were a pair of dead, grey eyes. 

“Why are you just standing there?” He sobbed, his shaky little hand points at his sister, “Fuyumi’s getting hurt!”

Rei’s lip trembled as she looked down on her injured son.

In the distance, Shouto and Natsuo can still be heard. Only this time, they were singing along to whatever was on TV. Seems like they finally agreed on what to watch.

Touya was hurt. Physically, and emotionally. “How long did you know that Fuyumi was involved, too?”

Rei opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. 

That was an answer in itself. After connecting some dots, Touya knew that Rei was well aware all this time. “Do you let him do this to us so he’d leave you alone?”

He kept repeating that question, each time he was only met with silence. 

It sounded like Fuyumi was awake, soft cries can be heard now.

”I bet you didn’t even want to marry him. Grandma and Grandpa were poor, that’s why they sold you, right?” He coughed out again, some more blood sputters out. “You had no choice in what your life would be like.”

Rei gasped, and finally spoke up, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Touya gives her a fake grin to mask his pain, “But you did decide to have me.” He points at Fuyumi again, “And her. So you’re to blame for this, too.”

All Rei did was glare at him before walking away. Touya sat there devastated as he heard her footsteps getting further from him. Not too long after, he heard Rei’s car pulling out from the driveway.

“And she runs away just like she always does.” Touya manages to stand up. If their mom won’t help, he will.

 

But everything after that was a blur. The next thing he remembers is cuddling up with Fuyumi in her bed, both of them smelled like flowers and were wearing matching pajamas like when they were little kids. Enji must’ve made them take baths.

“The good news is that we get to stay home tomorrow…” Fuyumi whispered, “No school!”

Touya looks up into her eyes, feeling guilty for all the pain that started because of him. She strokes his hair, and he rubs his face into her. The two of them try their best to go back to sleep.

---

”Touya? Touya, calm down!” Keigo shook Touya, whose legs finally gave up as he fell into Keigo’s arms. He was a sobbing, hysterical mess.

”Fuyumi,” he choked out, “I’m sorry, Fuyumi!”

Keigo carries him into his bedroom and pulls him onto the bed, “Touya, you aren’t in the right mindset. You’re not well!”

Touya’s body thrashes around, “She’s still bleeding!”

Keigo’s heart sank, he leans in closer, “Bleeding where?”

Touya flapped his hand a little, his mannerism were childish as he clenched his eyes shut.

Keigo didn’t know what to do, he was never an expert in comforting people. He himself didn’t grow up in a loving home, either. All he could think of in the moment was to hug Touya as he cried.

”Mom’s… watching.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose in Keigo’s chest, “She knew… and she ran away. That’s why Dad kept hurting us.”

Things couldn’t have been harder for Keigo, but he knew this wasn’t about him. “Your Dad isn’t here right now, Touya… and Fuyumi’s safe, remember?”

He sniffled and pulled back, looking up at Keigo with puppy-dog eyes, “She is?”

Keigo smiled down at him, “Yeah. She’s living with Natsuo now, and I’m sure the two of them are having so much fun together!”

Touya shuffled around until his entire body was planted against Keigo’s. He brought his pinky finger up and wiggled it, “Pinky promise?”

Behind the eyeliner, piercings, and spiky hair, it was hard to believe that Touya had this side to him. Keigo’s mind still hasn’t fully processed what exactly is happening, but wrapped his pinky around Touya’s.

”Pinky promise.” He kisses Touya on the forehead, “Fuyumi’s okay. Natsuo’s okay. And Shouto…”

”Shouto?” Touya repeats.

”He’ll be okay.” Keigo whispers and strokes Touya’s hair, “Everything will be fine. You just have to sleep now, okay?”

Touya blinks at him before nodding, he nuzzles into Keigo’s chest once more before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Once Keigo heard Touya’s soft snoring, he looks up at the ceiling and sighs. “I just had to watch that stupid fucking video, didn’t I?”

 

 

“Wake up.” Keigo shook Touya until the other man grunts at him. “Todoroki, I don’t have time for this. I have to get to work.”

Touya forces his body upright and glances at Keigo, “Was I here all night?”

Keigo looks at the time on his phone, then back at Touya, “It’s only 7 in the morning. I have to get to work, but before I do, we need to talk.”

Touya stared at Keigo with a lifeless look in his eyes. He tried his best to remember what happened before he went to sleep, but it was no use.

”…About Shouto?” Keigo tilts his head, “You had a panic attack at night and started acting like a child.”

He gasped and his body jolts. “Oh God, why’d you have to remind me?!”

Keigo gives him an empathetic smile and pulls him up to his feet.

”Almost 7?” Touya repeats, “I have to take my brother to school!”

”No.” Keigo grabs his shoulder, “We need to talk about that.”

Touya didn’t verbally respond, but he did stop to listen to what Keigo has to say.

”I think… you need to let him go.” He didn’t sugar coat it, and he clearly didn’t beat around the bush.

”Tch, suddenly acting like you didn’t jerk off to him.” Touya grins.

Keigo’s face turned red, “We’re not good people, I’ve told you this. The most we can do is… leave him alone.”

Touya crosses his arms, “And how exactly will we do that?”

He starts pacing around back and forth, “We just have to- um- undo everything! Yeah, I’ll delete your videos, and you tell Shouto you’re done making them. Then we’ll be on our way!”

”You can’t just undo reality, asshole.” Touya scoffed.

Keigo stopped pacing around and froze, “Let’s runaway.”

”…What?”

”We’re not helping him if we’re just sticking around!” Keigo threw his arms up, “As long as you’re with him, you’ll never stop doing the things you do.” Keigo runs to his closet and slams the door open, pulling out random clothes and throwing them onto his bed, “We need to go!”

If Touya was drinking something, he would’ve spat his drink out right in Keigo’s face. Instead, he grabs Keigo and shakes him, “How much vodka did your mom drink when she was breast feeding you?!”

”Leave her out of this!” Keigo shouts and pulls out a small suitcase, shoving his clothes inside.

”Keigo!” Touya shouts back and kicks the suitcase away, “I can’t just leave my family behind, they’ll think I abandoned them.”

“THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO?! So far, I’M the only one coming up with ideas, while you’re here crying and pissing yourself because ‘Aww Mommy watched Daddy touch my no-no square!‘ “ 

“Let me help you realize something, jackass.” Touya presses a finger against Keigo’s chest, “I take my brother to school, I pick him up, I feed him, I’m practically the only person in the world who gives a shit about him. I didn’t actually piss myself did I…?”

”I understand that’s how you feel,” Keigo passively moved Touya’s hand away, “but you know just as well as I do that the longer it takes for him to learn how wrong this is, the worse the realization will hit him. And no, you didn’t.”

Touya steps back, his face etched with disbelief. “Holy shit, Takami… are you actually serious?”

Keigo doesn’t respond, giving Touya time to reflect on everything. He takes a seat next to Keigo’s suitcase, watching him pack up. His heart raced as he imagined what Shouto’s life would be like. Surely in a way, this really will benefit the boy.

”It’s just, when all this started I only saw Shouto as like,” Touya stammers trying to find the words, “Like some sex toy. That’s a horrible thing to say, but I ended up getting attached to him.”

”Yeah that tends to happen,” Keigo says sarcastically, “I hate when I molest my brother and magically develop genuine feelings.”

”As much as he needs me, I need him too.” Touya lays down and sighs, “Cleaning up his messes, cooking him his favorite foods, just genuinely watching over his needs makes me feel… important. I haven’t felt that way in so long.”

Keigo finally packed up his first suitcase and steps out of the room to get his hygiene products from the bathroom.

”I love taking care of him.” Touya smiles as he reminisced, “Filling that void so he knows he has someone. I can’t just abandon him after everything.”

Keigo sprays some cologne on himself, “Should’ve thought about that before playing with his prepubescent penis.”

Touya starts laughing, “He used to call it a weenie! He’d beg me not to put his ‘weenie’ in my mouth, but would cry whenever I’d actually stop at his request.”

Keigo cringes, he’s had enough. He slaps his hand on top of Touya’s mouth and grunts, “I’ll give you one last day with Shouto. Got it? Go spend the day with him, then drop him at school tomorrow. Once you do, meet me here.”

Touya squints his eyes and slaps Keigo’s hands away, “Do you really care about Shouto?”

He bites down on his tongue, the question was sudden and honestly, it’s a really bad time to ask that. “Why else would I beg you to run away with me?”

Touya smirks, “You tell me.”

Keigo took a step back and thought long and hard. He only knew the Todoroki siblings for a few months. Only recently did he start referring to Touya as his boyfriend. He didn’t know Shouto enough, other than what he likes to do in bed. ‘Is there another reason?’ He asks himself.

”I think I know!” Touya says in a sing-song voice, “Because you’re selfish and you know you’re in deep shit with the law. Tell me, have you even decided where we’ll go? What about Outcast Depot? Who’ll take over? Definitely not my 15 year old brother, that’s for sure.”

“Crap…” Keigo whispered, “I haven’t thought this through.”

This made him realize how unprepared he was. He didn’t have that many friends, but the ones that he does have aren’t the type to run a store that’s dedicated to video games and punk rock / alt music. The last thing he wanted was for some hipster college student to turn his store into another Forever 21. 

“Lucky for you,” Touya wraps his arm around Keigo’s shoulder and kisses him on the cheek, “I know a guy. I’ll give him the store’s address and he’ll be here in a few hours.”

”You can’t just send some random man over to potentially be Outcast Depot’s next owner!” Keigo argued.

Touya tilts his head, “But… that’s how Natsuo got his job.”

”Okay, well, if this friend of yours is also getting molested by his Dad, I’ll consider it.”

Touya cackled, “Not everyone I know is a traumatized piece of shit!”

As Keigo watched Touya leave the apartment so casually, he looked up at the ceiling and silently prayed for things to get easy for him. He really hated the idea of handing the store over to some weirdo Touya knew, but it’s not like he had much choice. 

Notes:

“I got snipped” was my groomer’s way of telling me he got a vasectomy and couldn’t get me pregnant 👍🏼 I know not everyone’s first language is English so I was afraid the language barrier would fuck us over

Chapter 9: Perfume

Summary:

No smut here lol

Notes:

IM SPEED RUNNING THIS IM SPEED RUNNING THIS I AM SPEED RUNNING THIS

Shouto wasn’t used to seeing his dad put in the effort to make good quality food for him. Especially early in the morning. He looked around in hopes that he’ll see Touya, but no luck.

”Are you looking for him?” Enji asked in his usually deep voice.

Shouto nods and slowly walks over to the table.

Enji sighed with disappointment and passed Shouto an omelet, “I don’t know how I feel about the two of you suddenly being so close.”

Shouto scoffed and crosses his arms, “Since when did you care?”

Enji sighed once more. “Seems like atoning is harder than I thought…” he speaks up this time, “It doesn’t make sense. He couldn’t care less about you growing up. Did you know he tried hurting you when you were a baby?!”

”I doubt that’s true.” Shouto took a bite out of the omelet, “You’re always drunk, you were probably seeing things.”

Enji slams his hands on the table, “This is what I’m talking about! Before he came back you were pathetic and afraid of everything! Now you suddenly have the courage to speak up?”

Shouto bites down on his lip, “I thought you wanted me to be a man, Dad.”

Enji’s face goes pale as anger builds up inside him, “I want to know what’s happening with you and your brother. Now.”

“He definitely knows”, Shouto thought. So he doesn’t respond. Enji couldn’t do much in his situation anyways. He continued to eat his breakfast, basking in how irritated his father must be right now.

Enji growls and keeps himself from punching that smug look off of Shouto’s face. He takes a deep breath and exhales, “Just finish up your food so I can take you to school.”

Shouto drops his fork onto the plate, “But I want Touya to take me.”

Enji clenches his fist, “I doubt he’ll be here on time.”

---

”Shit, I should’ve taken the car.” Touya groans as he throws his bag onto the sofa. The train was delayed, on top of that, Touya wanted to wait for a train that wasn’t so crowded. All it did was make him an hour later than usual. It was almost 9AM, Shouto and Enji should’ve been gone by now. 

At least that’s what he thought.

Enji poked his head out of the kitchen and glared at Touya.

He smirks and strolls into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Enji’s shoulders, resting his chest against his dad’s back. 

“Get off of me, filth.” Enji spat but didn’t fight back.

”You talk to me as if I’m still 13.” Touya whispers seductively. 

“What did you do to your brother? Why is he so clingy towards you?” 

Touya grins, “I just spend extra time with him since Daddy won’t.”

Enji shoves him off, “I’m not playing any games.”

“Me neither!” Touya backs away from him, “Can’t two brothers just get along?”

”What do you take me for?” He demanded, “You think I don’t smell that scent coming from both your rooms? You think I don’t notice the hickies, the touching, and the messed up hair?!”

Touya rolled his eyes at him, “Well if you noticed all of that, you can stop playing dumb.” He opens up the refrigerator and takes out a carton of milk, drinking straight from it.

Enji yanks his coat off of the coat hanger and buttons it up, “I want you to stop what you’re doing immediately or you’re out of this house.”

Touya laughs at him, he knew he was bluffing. He’s got too much dirt on Enji for him to even think about abandoning any of his kids. “You’re full of shit. It’s fine when you do it, apparently.”

In return, all Enji did was growl under his breath. He put his shoes on and left the house, leaving Touya home alone while he went to work. 

The house was empty now. It was times like these that Touya wished he had a real job. He went over to the sink and rolled his sleeves up as he began to wash the dirty dishes. “Might as well tidy up the place.”

---

”What the actual fuck?” Keigo had to rest his chin in his hand as he stared at the scrawny, blue haired, red eyed man sitting across from him in the staff room. “Touya can’t be serious.”

The man raises an eyebrow at Keigo, which was when he realized the man barely had any eyebrows at all. 

“Dude where the fuck are your eyebrows?” Keigo grunts in disgust. He was very unkept. It actually offended Keigo that Touya would send someone like this his way.

The man was offended, rightfully so. “You didn’t even ask me for my name!”

Keigo stammered and shook his head, “You’re right. Sorry. Mister, what’s your name?”

He took out a yellow envelope and slid it over to Keigo, “Tenko Shimura, but I go by Tomura. And for your information, I have a nervous tic that makes me pull each of my eyebrow hairs out one-by-one.”

”…Right.” Keigo opened up the envelope. Inside was Tenko’s resume. After skimming through it, it seemed like Tenko had an okay amount of experience for someone his age. “So, Tomura, when was the last time you brushed your hair?”

Tomura stared at him, still offended. Instead of cursing him out like he normally would, he calmed his nerves down and kept quiet.

”Sorry, sorry.” Keigo groaned, “What makes you think you can take over the shop? Especially under such short notice?”

”First of all,” Tomura leaned in closer, “I know who you are, and what you are.” He pressed a finger against Keigo’s chest. “I know why you’re in such a huge rush to get away from this place.”

Keigo’s breath hitched and he looked around the room knowing that it was only him and Tomura. It shouldn’t have been shocking that Touya would hook him up with someone who was in on their unforgivable crimes. He knew that Touya had a third personal involved with everything, someone who also paid to watch those homemade videos. But he never expected to meet him. Especially because of how little information Touya gave about him.

“Second of all, I used to play in the same band Touya did. So I have a lot of knowledge with the type of bands and music you sell merch of.” Tomura continued talking about his interests and hobbies. While Keigo kept zoning out, he was able to pick up a few details about Tomura. 

He was into rock music and video games. Someone like him can make the video game section of the store more “lively,” according to him. 

“Third of all, my dad’s a business man.” Tomura smirked, “So I have an idea or two on how to run a small shop.”

Keigo’s eyes widen, “Really? The old owner just made me the owner a year ago, apparently I was his best worker.”

Tomura hissed, “Crappy move on his end, you look like you have no idea what’s going on.”

Keigo shot up from his seat and grabbed Tomura by both his shoulders, “OBVIOUSLY! Do you know how hard taxes are?”

”Once I take over, I’ll make this place better. And I’ll do something about that shitty name the store has.”

There was a moment of silence for Keigo to think things through. None of this was a good idea. The entire idea of Touya Todoroki wasn’t a good idea. But he has dug his own grave, and the angel of death was a scrawny man who looked like he’d vomit at the sight of a woman. A choice like this would need weeks to make a final decision on. 

“There’s one thing you cannot change.” Keigo whispered. “Natsuo Todoroki, he’s Touya’s brother.”

Tomura tilted his head, “I thought his name was Shouto-“

”No, they have another brother. They have a sister as well.” Keigo explained and sighs, “He ran away from home after finding out what his dad did to Touya, and I gave him a job here.”

Tomura laughs it off, “So the kid keeps his job and I don’t fire him basically, right?”

Keigo clasps his hands together in a praying gesture, “That’s my one request. It’s the least we can do for him, especially after we hurt Shouto!”

He shrugs, “I don’t have a reason to fire him. But I’m not giving him special treatment.”

Keigo smiles widely, “You don’t have to! As long as he’s a good worker, let him stay here as long as he needs to!”

Tomura brings both his hands up, “Fine, fine. Natsuo stays. Whoever he is.”

Keigo sighed with relief and puts his head down for a minute to regather his thoughts. “Touya… Touya and I are supposed to run off tomorrow.”

”That’s extremely soon.”

”I know,” Keigo gulps, his throat was drying up. “But I can stay back while he hides out for a few days. Just to get you on track.”

Tomura’s expression softens, “So I got the job?”

Keigo laughs sarcastically, “Not like I have any other choice!” He stands up and puts his hand out for Tomura to shake.

He shakes Keigo’s hand, but keeps one pinky up. “A year from now this store will be thriving.”

”Don’t make me regret hiring you.” Keigo notices the pinky, “Why is your finger up?”

”Um,” Tomura stammers, “Force of habit, mind your business.”

---

11AM. 90 minutes until lunch. Shouto looked out the window while pouting. Touya hasn’t opened his messages all morning, he was starting to worry.

“Are we still going to the creek today?” Ochaco asks from a distance. 

“Yeah, I think Tenya knows a good spot.” Midoriya responds, “You and Asui can wait for us in the school yard. Kacchan, Tenya and I will come get you.”

Shouto gasps and turns around to look at them, “Hey, what’s going on?”

Midoriya’s breath hitches as he clenches onto his pencil, “Oh! Todoroki!”

Ochaco tilts her head, “Doesn’t Todoroki know?”

Midoriya stammered as he frantically looked back and forth between his two friends. He couldn’t find the right words. 

Bakugo slammed his fist onto his desk and turned to all three of them, “We didn’t think half-and-half would be able to make it so we didn’t invite him!”

Shouto froze, he felt something shatter inside him. “What?! Why would I not be able to come?!”

Midoriya let out a shocked noise and stood up, “Todoroki, I swear, Tenya and I insisted we invite you but Kacchan kept refusing! We didn’t want to leave you behind!”

Shouto glares at Bakugo, “What’s your problem?”

”What’s YOUR problem?!” Bakugo shouts back at him. “Ever since your brother came home, you’ve barely hung out with us outside of school!”

Shouto lowers his voice, but barely above a whisper, “You know how my dad is, I can’t just disobey him!”

Midoriya interrupts the two of them, “Todoroki… you just haven’t been acting yourself lately, too. You doze off a lot more these days, and you flinch when one of us comes close to you.”

Shouto grunts and clenches his hands, “Once again, my dad!”

Midoriya shook his head, “It’s not the same as usual, something’s different and… I dunno. We just thought maybe you needed some time to yourself for a while.”

”Wait, how am I different?!” Shouto’s voice cracks as he reflects on his own behavior. He didn’t think his personality changed over the past few months.

Bakugo groans and rolls his eyes, “And everytime we’re having a conversation about literally anything, you somehow manage to make it about your brother!”

Ochaco stutters a little, “I’ve also been noticing how quiet you are when you aren’t talking about your brother… you keep things to yourself more often, you don’t even rant about your favorite things anymore.”

Shouto gasps again. Did he really change? And are the changes that alarming where his friends are now distancing themselves from him? His lips trembled as he tried to figure out what to say. But there was no use, it looks like the only way he can win his friends back is by going back to the same old Todoroki. 

“I can be different.” Shouto whispered, “Please, don’t leave me alone.” His eyes were full of desperation as he stared intently at Bakugo, “I’ll be better, I swear!”

”Eurgh!” Bakugo lightly pushes him away, “We aren’t leaving you, we’re giving you a break! It’s called setting boundaries and practicing self-care!”

”We’re still your friends!” Midoriya smiled reassuringly, “We just thought you were in a rough patch.”

Shouto held back in a sob. He was relieved, but still a bit distraught. “I didn’t even notice any changes. With you guys and myself.”

”Tch, whatever.” Bakugo mumbles, “Just focus on yourself, I guess.”

The classroom phone began to rang, shutting up the entire classroom as Mr. Aizawa lazily picked up the phone.

 

”Todoroki?” Mr. Aizawa called from the front of the room, “That was the school’s office. Your brother is here to pick you up.”

“What?!” Todoroki and his all his friends said at the same time.

Mr. Aizawa glared at them, “You’re going home for the day. They didn’t specify why.”

Everyone stared and watched as Shouto awkwardly packed up his things. He felt the sympathetic look in Midoriya’s eyes. The confused look in Ochaco’s. And the borderline judgmental look in Bakugo’s.

As he walked past his friends, Bakugo suddenly grabbed onto his sleeves. “Listen, Shouto.”

It was a surprise to hear his first name coming out of Bakugo’s mouth. He either referred to him as half-and-half or by his last name.

Bakugo clenched onto the fabric but kept his eyes down, “I’m… I’m sorry if I was harsh, alright? We’re not trying to be assholes, we’re just worried.”

”Bakugo.” Mr. Aizawa said firmly as he held the door open, “He’ll be back tomorrow, let him go.”

But Bakugo’s grip tightens, “Stay safe out there, you hear me?” He finally looks up, and Shouto saw how red his eyes were as if he were trying not to cry, “We don’t know what’s going on, but we’re here if you need us. I’ll blow up a bitch who’s hurting you, I swear-“

”Bakugo!” Aizawa raises his voice.

He releases Shouto and crosses his arms. Shouto smiles at him and whispers, “Thank you.”

---

Shouto fastens his seatbelt as Touya starts the engine. His phone was playing music in a cupholder, the sounds from the phone echoing in the small space. 

Touya notices the look in Shouto’s eyes. He barely spoke since they saw each other in the main office. “You alright, Shortcake?”

Shouto sniffles, “Mhm…”

”Mhm?” Touya mocked, “Yes or no, speak up.”

”Fine, I’m not okay.” Shouto sobbed out as he clenched the fabric of his pants.

”I’m not o-kayyy,” Touya sang in the tune of that popular My Chemical Romance song. He laughed it off, “Sorry! What’s going on?”

He drove the car out of the parking lot and started driving down the street. 

Shouto’s breath shook, “Have I been acting… different?”

”No?” Touya mutters, “What are you on about?”

”It’s just, my friends are saying I’ve been different since… since… never mind, they just think I’m different now!”

”Hold on, since when?” Touya slows down, “Speak to me, come on.”

Shouto grits his teeth, “Since you came home! I think they were implying that you’re causing me to be different, especially because according to them, all I do is talk about you!”

Touya was in a state of shock. Out of all the things that could’ve been bothering him, it just had to be that. 

“They’ve been making plans to hang out with out me!” Shouto cried some more as the empty feeling of loneliness began to take over. Bakugo’s kind words from a few minutes ago weren’t enough to make him feel better.

“This is what you were talking about,” Touya thought to himself as his eyes stayed on the road. He thought back to what Keigo was saying a few hours ago. “This was what you meant by ruining.”

His brother slowly, very slowly, began changing just from being with him in ways he shouldn’t. It resulted in his friends distancing himself. In a way, it was Touya’s fault. And the guilt made him spiral. His chest felt heavier every time he heard Shouto sob. He wanted to stop the car and tell him that in 24 hours everything will be different for the greater good.

”Why did you prove their point by picking me up from school early?” Shouto whimpered. 

“I just wanted to be with you before I leave,” Is what he wanted to say. “I missed you is all.”

Shouto sniffles and wiped his tears away, “I did too… I guess. I was hoping you’d take me to school.”

”Yeah, well, the train from Kyushu to Musutafu took a ridiculous amount of time.” Touya groans as he parks in front of their house. “Change out of your uniform and meet me in my room.”

 

Shouto walked into Touya’s room, the sounds of his guitar were comforting as he crawled onto the bed.

”I have some news to share. I think you might like it.” Touya mumbled as he continued playing. He waited for a response but didn’t get one so he went back to what he was saying, “We won’t be making videos anymore.”

Shouto gasped, “Why not?! Didn’t they bring us money?! Is it because my friends don’t wanna hang out with me anymore?!”

”Calm down!” Touya groans. He quickly thought of an excuse, “I got a job as a delivery guy for a pizza place in the city.” 

Shouto’s eyes sparkled as he bounced on the bed, “That’s so amazing! I’m so happy for you!” He rambled about all the things they could now buy without feeling ashamed about the way they received money. All Touya could do was stare at him with a wistful smile.

Saying he’ll miss Shouto was an understatement. Seeing that look on his face makes him want to call things off with Keigo. Fuck running away, fuck making up for our crimes.

He was happy with Shouto, and Shouto was happy with him. Who cares what other people had to say about it?

But at the same time he understood the devastating consequences both sides will face if their “relationship” continues. Shouto was already beginning to go through them. If they were to continue the way things are right now, Touya would surely get caught.

As Shouto kept rambling, Touya noticed the darkness under his eyes. Shouto slowed down and noticed the same detail about Touya.

”You look tired.” They both said to each other at the same time.

Shouto laughed, “Jinx, you owe me a bag of chips.”

Touya places his guitar down and yawns, “Chips later. I’m exhausted.”

Shouto gets under the bed, not caring that he isn’t wearing pajamas. “Let’s take a quick nap!”

Touya smirks and sets a timer for two hours, “If we’re lucky, we’ll wake up before dad comes home.”

Shouto yawns and cuddles up next to Touya, “If he comes home.”

He laughs softly and plants a kiss on top of Shouto’s head. “Yeah… if he does.” 

The two of them stayed in each other’s embrace. Touya rested his chin on Shouto’s head, while Shouto’s face was nuzzled in Touya’s neck. The blanket kept them perfectly warm as they both drifted off to sleep.

Touya hated that this would most likely be their last non-sexual cuddling session. So he made the most out of each peaceful second. The sounds of Shouto soft snoring was like a comforting lullaby.

And Touya’s scent was indescribable to Shouto. But he loved every bit of it. If he was able to, he’d make a perfume out of it and name it after Touya. He would spray it on himself everyday and on all his belongings. 

As he dreamed the most sweetest of things, he prayed to whichever deity was listening that he could have more moments like these with the man he loved more than anyone else.

Chapter 10: Pizza

Notes:

Shouto gets fucked and then there’s aftercare in the bath yippee

Natsuo’s face scrunched up as he chewed on a beef strip. His grey eyes were focused on all the steam coming out of the hot pot in front of him.

“It can’t be that bad.” Fuyumi picks up a pair of chopsticks and quickly dips in a raw, thin slice of beef. Once it was cooked she placed it flat on her plate.

Natsuo swallowed his food and cleared his throat, “Don’t be shy, try the food.”

Fuyumi bit down on her lip, “I like to wait for the food to cool down!”

Natsuo took his chopsticks and picked up the thin slice of beef before waving it in Fuyumi’s face.

”Stop it!” She whines and turned her head away, “I swear, I’m never doing a homemade hot pot with you again!”

Natsuo laughed and continued waving the beef strip around. He kept doing this in a mocking tone until Fuyumi had enough. She grabbed his wrist, keeping him still. She then took the whole strip in her mouth in one go. Natsuo watched patiently as he waited for her to realize how terrible the hot pot turned out to be.

Fuyumi didn’t say anything. She stood up and grabbed her purse.

”Where are you going?” Natsuo asked with confusion. 

Fuyumi took Natsuo’s keys off the key holder and tossed them to him, “We’re going out for dinner! Lock the door on your way out.”

Natsuo blinked at her, then at the hot pot, then at the keys in his hands. He laughed for a quick second and shook his head, “I’ll meet you outside, then.”

---

After a two hour nap, the sun was just about to set.

Touya and Shouto both groaned at the same time thanks to the blaring sound of Touya’s alarm. Shouto cried and clung onto his brother while Touya desperately tried to reach for his phone without actually turning his neck to see where he placed it. After mindlessly slapping his nightstand, his hand finally made contact with his phone.

Just for him to accidentally knock it to the ground.

While the alarm kept going.

Shouto was sure they could’ve slept through the night. But, nope, Touya had to turn a timer on for a few hours.

At this point, Touya had given up on retrieving his phone. So he stayed in bed, listening to the irritating noises. Shouto stretched his arms and jumped out of the bed, walking over to the other side and lifting the phone up to Touya’s face.

”…And,” Touya dragged the word as he waved his finger around the screen, “Stop.”

The ringing finally went away, and Shouto collapsed on top of Touya in sweet relief. 

“That was horrible.” Shouto groaned. His body was sprawled across Touya’s, his legs were dangling off the bed as both their stomachs were pressed together.

 

***SMUT STARTS HERE***

 

Touya’s eyes scanned Shouto’s body. He reached his hand out and rested it on the small of Shouto’s back. As usual, the other boy didn’t seem to mind at all. 

Shouto arched his back a little, giving in to the touch while burying his face into the bed sheets. “We just woke up.”

”That’s never been a problem for us,” Touya smirks and lifts Shouto on top of him, pressing their chests together this time. Shouto was so small compared to him, his features and body size were almost doll-like at times.

Shouto sighed as he felt Touya’s hands roaming up and down his back, each touch was delicate. Some were ticklish. His big hands eventually made it to Shouto’s ass, cupping them in his palms. 

He looked up at Touya with a confused look in his eyes. Of course he knew what was about to happen, but they just woke up. But the look in Touya’s eyes told him that he wanted this. Right here, right now. So as always, Shouto gives in.

Touya smiles at him and lifts him off his chest, putting him down on the bed next to him. “Let’s do something that’s just a tiny bit different.”

Before Shouto could ask him to elaborate, he watched as Touya pulled his pants halfway down his thighs. His cock was hard and was throbbing under the thing layer of his boxers.

“Why don’t you try taking it down your throat again?” He asked Shouto while palming himself.

Shouto’s face turned red, “I’m not good at that, remember last time?”

Touya presses a finger against Shouto’s lips, “Shh, we don’t talk about last time.”

(Shouto tried deep throating Touya)

((He pushed himself past his limits despite Touya’s warnings))

(((He threw up)))

Shouto’s brows furrowed as he looked at Touya’s hardened member. 

“It’s okay, I understand.” Touya faked a sad voice as he pulled his pants back up and turning to his side, facing away from Shouto.

”Hey!” Shouto whined and shook Touya.

”No no, don’t worry.” Touya said in a manipulative voice, “I just thought you’d be willing to try something different with your big brother. Maybe you’d be willing to, I dunno, make me happy again.”

Shouto stammered and shook Touya even more, “I do wanna make you happy, I hate it when you say stuff like that!”

Touya froze for a second. He looked over his shoulder and saw the guilt-ridden look in Shouto’s eyes and it took every bit of himself to not feel proud of himself.

So Touya sighed and rolled onto his back. He began palming himself while staring at him. “So go on. Make me happy.”

Shouto gulped and tried to pull Touya’s boxers down. It was tricky until Touya slightly lifted his hips up, making it easier for him. When Shouto saw Touya’s bare cock, he gasped and had to back up.

Touya raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong?” But he knew exactly what was going on through Shouto’s mind. He decided to put his piercings back on, he had something special planned tonight.

”Your- your weenie-“ 

Shouto yelps when Touya lightly smacked his head, “That’s not what it’s called.”

Shouto’s lip trembled, “Your dick, it has piercings.”

Touya stayed silent, waiting to see if Shouto would have any further reaction. He was confused when he saw a huge grin growing on Shouto’s face.

”I knew it!” He laughed loudly as he quickly wrapped his hand around Touya’s shaft. He didn’t bother spitting into his palm.

Touya’s body jolted at the sudden dry touch, “What are you talking about?!”

Shouto kept grinning as he tugged on the pierced shaft, “When I first saw you having sex with Keigo, I saw piercings on it!”

”Pervert,” Touya said half-jokingly.

”But when we masturbated together for the first time, I didn’t see them at all.” Shouto quickly brings his hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm. He goes back to stroking Touya, this time he focused on the way those metal balls rolled around in his hand. “In fact, I never saw them again!”

Touya sighed and rested his hands behind his head, “I’d take them off when I’m with you. Didn’t want to scare you too bad.”

Shouto pouts his lip, “Does it hurt when you’re having sex?”

“For me? Nah. But when you’re on the receiving end…” Touya’s cock throbs as he remembers the way Keigo screamed in pleasure when his piercings abused Keigo’s prostate. “Fuck… that’s something for you to find out on your own.”

Shouto didn’t fully process what Touya meant by that. Instead, he started licking his lips, preparing himself to take Touya’s cock in his mouth. He slowly parted his now soft lips as Touya lovingly guided the head into his mouth.

”Careful, no teeth.” Touya sighed as his body tingled with pleasure, “I’ll be really upset if you hurt me.”

Shouto pulled off for a quick second, “No! No, I’ll never hurt you! I don’t want you to be upset, I won’t use teeth!” He quickly went back down, this time taking in an extra inch.

The thickness of Touya’s cock was overwhelming. He tasted salty, his piercings left a metallic aftertaste in his mouth. He held onto the base for support, but it didn’t help much.

Touya slowly pushed Shouto’s head down so he could take more in his mouth. He felt Shouto trying to pull back, but he couldn’t have that. Not when he was starting to feel so amazing.

”Be a good boy,” he grimaces as be tangles his fingers into Shouto’s hair, “breathe through your nose. Yeah, just like that!”

Shouto gurgled around Touya’s length. Tears began rolling down his face as he felt a piercing push down on the back of his throat. 

“Use your tongue.” Touya commands. And of course, Shouto starts rolling his tongue around the piercings to the best of his ability. His eyes rolled back as he felt precum run down his throat.

”We’re not done yet.” Touya says as he pulls Shouto off. He sits him down on the edge of the bed and stands in front of his face.

Shouto was panting and gasping for air. His tongue rolled out as he stared blankly. Touya admired the way his cock glistened with Shouto’s spit. 

The lights were off. The setting sun gave the room a soft, orange aura. The sunlight reflected off of Shouto’s white hair, giving him an ethereal look.

”You’re gorgeous.” Touya whispered as he lifted Shouto’s chin up with one finger, “Like an angel.”

Shouto sniffled and gave a crooked smile, “You’re really beautiful too, Touya.”

”Such a sweetheart,” Touya sighed happily. He placed both hands on the sides of Shouto’s head as he, once again, guides his cock to his mouth.

Shouto was more obedient this time. He took more of Touya’s length down his throat, coughing harshly but keeping his composure. The vibrations went up Touya’s cock, and he decides to take things a little further.

”Breathe through your nose,” Touya moaned as he began moving his hips back and forth.

Shouto’s hands flailed around until he finally got himself under control. He grabbed onto Touya’s hips and bobbed his head at the same rhythm. His lungs began to hurt but he didn’t complain. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset Touya.

I’m gonna pass out, Shouto thought to himself as he gagged harder. At this point, Touya’s balls slapped against his chin at every thrust. He noticed Shouto’s face turning unusually red, so he finally pulled out and gave him time to breathe.

Shouto, now relieved, fell back on the bed with his arms spread. His chest felt like it was about to explode as he heaved.

“At this point, I probably would’ve passed out if I got throat-fucked like that.” Touya sighed and began taking off the rest of his clothes, “Fuyumi would’ve passed out two minutes in.”

Shouto ignored the comments and began stripping naked as well. Once he was completely exposed, he leaned against the pillows, reaching his arms up. Touya got in close and wraps his arms around him, kissing up and down his neck and making his way to Shouto’s jawline. 

Touya lightly drags his fingers down Shouto’s torso. Starting from his chest, and stopping right below his belly button.

”Let’s see if you still need to get stretched,” he mumbled against Shouto’s jaw. He moans against the skin as his hand goes all the way down, teasing his taint for a few seconds. 

Shouto pants and tries to move away from Touya’s mouth. Touya whined and dug his teeth in, causing Shouto to cry out.

”That hurt!” Shouto hissed.

Touya giggles, nuzzling his nose in. He finally presses a finger against Shouto’s hole, circling his rim. “Look at that, you don’t need to be stretched at all.”

Shouto prepared himself, waiting for Touya to dive his fingers inside. Once the pain from the bite marks subsided, he pulled his brother in for a tighter hug.

But instead of feeling Touya’s digits, he felt something wider. He yelped and pulled away from the hug, “What’s that?!”

”You know exactly what it is.” Touya groans and pushes himself up with his arms. He placed both his hands on either side of Shouto’s head. “Someone’s getting his cherry popped tonight.”

Shouto whimpered and tried to clench down on nothing, “I’m not prepped, you only fingered me yesterday!”

”Mmm,” Touya pecked Shouto’s lip and grabbed onto the base of his cock, “Big boys can take it.”

”No, Touya!” Shouto dug his nails into Touya’s shoulders, “At least use lube!”

Touya rubbed his pierced tip against the opening, “I’m covered in your spit. That should be enough.”

There was no use trying to fight back. Shouto was trapped and all he could do was pray that Touya would go easy on him. But that creepy grin on his face wasn’t a good sign.

”You’re adorable when you’re scared,” A strained noise came out of Touya. He held onto his base tighter as he managed to force the first inch of his cock in.

Shouto’s pupils dilated and his nails dug deeper. His mouth hung open as he let out silent screams. His rim was being forced to stretch wider than it normally should, and he knew he had no choice but to go through with it.

Touya dreamed of this day for months. Once his tip was completely inside, he didn’t give Shouto much time to adjust before slowly pushing in the first Jacob’s Ladder. 

Shouto tried closing his legs and shrieked in pain. He knew he was ripping, he can feel something wet trickling down.

”No more,” Shouto cried out, “I think I’m bleeding, please stop!”

Touya sighs with a sickening smile on his face, “Everyone bleeds during their first time. You’re doing such a good job for me. Let’s keep it down, okay?”

Shouto rejected the praises. He shook his head and tried pushing Touya off, “We need lube, please-“ he screamed some more when he felt a second ladder go inside.

Touya’s hips shook and he let out a deep, low pitched moan. “That’s a good boy,” he gasped. He felt the pulsating walls of Shouto’s ass, the warmth was absolutely exhilarating. His mouth hung open as moans continuously spilled out. 

Shouto’s screams slowly stopped, but the pain was still there. The worst part was that he can feel Touya’s cock twitching inside him. He can feel the way the piercings pulled along his walls. He could feel every damn inch breaking him. The closest thing to comfort right now were the moans and grunts coming from Touya.

A third ladder made its way in, and Touya was now grimacing at the tightness. “Maybe we really do need lube. At this point you’re supposed to loosen up and feel good.”

Shouto nodded frantically and held his legs open with his hands. He hoped that this would be enough for Touya to give in and use the lubricant.

“Oh, that’s odd.” Touya mumbled when he reached his hand under the pillow and couldn’t find the small bottle he normally kept. “Check the drawer for me.”

Shouto winced and painfully reached for the drawer next to him and pulled it open. Touya peeked and didn’t see any lube.

”Must be in my bag…” Touya sighed and took a second to look down on his cock. Shouto’s rim, which was normally pink, was now bright red. The redness even spread to his taint. His balls never throbbed as much as they were throbbing right now, even when Touya would edge him. He slowly pulled an inch out, the cry coming from Shouto was music to his ears. The thin layer of blood that was on his penis made him spill a bit of precum inside.

Shouto groaned, “Ghh, it hurts. You’re breaking me, Touya.”

“I’d have to get up and grab the lube, kiddo.” Touya sighed and rubbed his hands against Shouto’s sides, “But I really don’t wanna go alone.”

Before he could process what Touya was implying, Shouto felt those big hands grab him by the waist and within seconds, Touya was now standing while Shouto was halfway impaled on his cock.

Shouto threw his head back and cried some more, the inch that Touya pulled out accidentally went back in.

”Mom!” Shouto screamed out from instinct. He normally didn’t call for her unless Enji was hurting him too much. So it made a bit of sense if he calls for her while his brother was hurting him this time.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Touya hissed but kept his voice down, “Are you fucking insane?!”

Their mom wasn’t anywhere nearby, and a screaming kid is one thing. But a screaming kid crying for their mom? That’s just asking for the cops to show up. 

Shouto wailed, his face red and stained with tears that seemed to be never-ending. “We need to stop, it hurts so bad Touya-nii, please I’ll do anything else!”

Touya digs his nails into the soft skin, “Keep crying for Mom and I’ll shove the rest of my dick in while I’m standing. It’ll hurt even more when your feet aren’t able to touch the ground.”

Shouto had to cover his mouth with both hands, which made balancing a little harder. Luckily, Touya was supporting his body. 

Touya awkwardly walked over to his bag and bent his knees as low as he can. “Reach in the side pocket.”

Shouto didn’t want to move at all, but knowing that he was seconds away from getting lubed up, he quickly stretched his arm and shoved his hand into the side pocket. Once he passed Touya the bottle of lube, they made it back to the bed in seconds.

Touya pulled the same inch back out and took a VERY generous amount of lube and squirted it over his cock and Shouto’s stretched rim. Shouto sighed in relief, the cold gel seemed to also calm the pain down. 

“We all good?” Touya tested the waters by pushing half the inch in, then right back out.

Shouto licked his lips and closed his eyes, “Some more, please.”

Touya rolls his eyes, a bit annoyed. He pulled the rest of his cock out except for his tip. He froze for a second, seeing that the “thin layer” of blood has thickened. A small pool of blood quickly leaked out and stained the bed sheets. Definitely more than “normal”, but not enough where he felt like Shouto needed immediate medical attention. He suspects that his piercings play a big role in this. Touya didn’t bother wiping anything away, not wanting to cause Shouto any alarm incase he caught a glimpse of the blood. But he quickly got to work and doused his cock in more lube. He made sure to put extra lube on each of his piercings.

Once he wiped the excess lube on the bedsheets, he held Shouto by the hips again, “Let’s try this again. Get ready, Shortcake. My precious baby brother.”

The coldness of the lube made Shouto smile and nod. This time he was much more relaxed. When a Jacob’s Ladder slid in easily, his body shivered with slight pleasure. 

“So much better,” Shouto giggled. His cock began to grow with arousal, much to Touya’s approval. His small gasps caused shivers down Touya’s spine.

Everything felt wet and uncomfortable. But there was no longer any pain. Shouto rubbed his own nipples, squirming at the pleasure. Touya took this as a sign to make things quicker. He leans down to hold himself up by his forearms and finally pushed the rest of his cock inside.

Shouto never felt this full. Touya’s balls were pressed against his ass, all of his piercings were putting pressure on Shouto’s insides. Touya looked down and grinned at the sight.

”We’re finally connected on a whole new level,” he moaned. “Look at me, completely inside you!”

“I can’t believe it,” Shouto gasped as he forced himself to look down. His own cock was bright red and a sticky mess. Touya’s cock couldn’t be seen at all, he was fully buried. He started grinding down on the special little spot that made Shouto moan in ecstasy.

”Keep it down, Shortcake.” Touya continued his actions, moving his hips faster.

Shouto shook his head and pushed his hips down. “I’m sorry, it’s just too much.”

Touya started panting as he held spread Shouto’s thighs further apart. The way he squirmed around only encouraged him to keep up the pace, his sweat dripped from his forehead and fell onto Shouto. The sounds of their skin slapping together filled up the room.

He could feel the way Touya’s piercings pushed down on all the perfect spots, making him see stars. If he knew getting fucked would feel this damn good, Shouto would’ve begged Touya to ruin him the first night he was back home.

Touya captured Shouto’s lips in a kiss, pushing his tongue down his throat. Shouto moaned and wrapped his arms around Touya’s neck. Their tongues wrestled, and Shouto felt himself getting closer to an orgasm.

Shouto pulled back from the kiss and smiled at him while panting. “I’m really close…”

”Yeah? Gonna cum untouched?” Touya teased and pulled half his cock out before slamming it back in.

”Touya!” Shouto cried and reached down to jerk himself off.

But Touya slaps his hands away, “I said untouched! Think you can do that?”

Shouto nodded frantically, moaning like a little whore as his cock begged for attention. It was throbbing and twitching at every swift thrust to his prostate.

“It looks like someone likes getting fucked by his big brother’s cock,” Touya teases some more and pushes Shouto’s legs above his shoulders, “What a huge perv at a young age! Do you want your big brother to breed your slutty ass?”

The word “breed” sent heat throughout both their bodies. And it turned Shouto on to a whole new level. 

He held his legs up and whimpered at the new angle. Shouto clenched down on his cock, desperate to be plugged up by his warmth. He was beginning to lose control, blabbering out whatever came to his mind. “Please breed me, Touya-nii, I’ll take everything you give me!”

With Shouto holding his legs up, Touya brought his hands back down to his sides. He puts one foot up on the bed, allowing himself to drill his cock in as far as it’ll go. Thanks to the angle, he saw his own length perfectly bulge out of Shouto’s stomach.

”I’ll make sure you never forget this night,” Touya remarks as his thrusts becomes more sloppy. “You’ll always remember the time you got absolutely owned by me.”

The thought of that was enough to push Shouto off the edge. His stomach twists into a knot, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he chanted out a mantra of “Touya-nii” and “Never stop.” His cock began spraying both their bodies with a mix of cum and clear fluids. Some of it even reached his own face.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Touya’s hips stutter and he buries himself inside once more, stilling his hips and filling Shouto up to his limits. Shouto felt something warm spread his stomach and lets go of his legs. His body went limp as Touya finished releasing his seed.

”You’re mine, Shouto, all mine. Feel how much I love you.” Touya rambled loving words to him as if post-nut clarity wasn’t a thing. “You won’t ever be able to cum again without thinking about my dick up your ass.”

It was the most intense and exhilarating fuck-session of Touya’s 20 years of life. He never came that much when having sex with Enji, Keigo, or anyone else he’s ever hooked up with. 

Shouto was special, and he was all his.

”I love you,” Shouto huffed before passing out.

Touya chuckles and moves Shouto’s bangs away from his face, “I love you more.” He looks down and slowly pulls his cock away, gasping at how smoothly he was able to pull out. 

Cum immediately gushed out, luckily there were no signs of blood anymore except for the dried stain underneath Shouto. Touya couldn’t help himself. He took his phone out and snapped a picture of his little brother covered and leaking with cum. Old habits die hard, but surely, this is the last one. 

He carefully lifts Shouto into his arms bridal-style and walks out of his room. It didn’t seem like Enji was home yet, so Touya casually walks down the stairs, taking Shouto into the big bathroom on the first floor of their house.

Touya sets the sleeping boy in the bath tub, making sure he was sitting upright. He filled the bathtub up with lukewarm water, which was enough to wake Shouto up.

”Oh… what time is it?” He groans, rubbing his eyes, “When did we get in the bath?”

Touya laughs and takes some warm water into his cupped hands. He gently pours it over Shouto’s head, wetting his hair. Shouto shivered, despite the water being warm. His body relaxed some more once Touya started scrubbing some of the shampoo into his hair.

”This smells like Fuyumi,” Touya comments.

“Mhm…” Shouto mumbles, too tired to really speak.

“How’d you feel back there, Shortcake?”

He giggled, “That was really crazy!”

Touya laughed some more, “It’s cute when you say that to me, but when you’re older and start having sex with new people, they’ll call you a dork if you say that. They might even walk out on you without any aftercare.” Touya leaves the shampoo in Shouto’s hair and begins applying some to his own. 

Shouto pouts at him, “I’ll never have sex with anybody else, only you!”

Another constant reminder of Touya’s painful decision. Unintentionally ruining Shouto, making him too attached.

“…You should expand your horizons, sweet thing.” Touya sighed and turned the water back on, cupping his hands under the faucet and pouring water over Shouto’s head again. He watched as the soap suds wash away. “Come sit between my legs.”

Shouto shuffles around, trying his best not to splash too much water out of the tub. He leans his back against Touya’s chest. He pours some more water over his own head, cleaning his hair and moving onto the conditioner, starting with Shouto first.

”Like… meet new people?” Shouto asks, “I might have to, anyways. My friends are probably going to ditch me for good.”

“I think the issue with your friends is going to get resolved very soon.” Touya sighed as he used the conditioner to make Shouto’s hair look like he has little horns. He does the same with his own hair. 

“My butt hurts,” Shouto changes the subject, but when Touya doesn’t respond, the bathroom becomes awkwardly quiet. 

Touya washes the conditioner out from both of their hair, and lifts Shouto up, sitting him down on the ledge. He admires how cooperative he is, it’s like he’s handling a little doll.

He begins scrubbing down his body, careful not to be too rough. “Shouto…?”

”Hm?” 

“I think this was obvious, but…” Touya presses his forehead against Shouto’s back, “You won’t tell anyone what we did… right?”

”Of course,” Shouto whispers, “Why are you asking me so suddenly?”

Touya wraps his arms around Shouto’s waist and presses a kiss against his body, “When you’re my age and look back on this day, will you hate me?”

Shouto gasped, “No! Never! If there’s anything about our relationship that I hate, it’s the fact that we didn’t do this sooner!”

Touya sighed and spread more kisses around, “People your age always says stupid shit like that. Then they grow up and feel regretful.”

”Not me, I’m different.” Shouto playfully taps Touya’s nose, “I love you.”

Touya softly kisses Shouto’s lips, “I love you, too.”

They pressed their foreheads together and enjoyed each other’s warmth. Once a few minutes have gone by, Touya broke the silence.

”Let’s finish up in here and go out on a little date.” Touya went back to cleaning up Shouto. He made him stand up so he could wash all the soap off.

”Look at the time, I have school tomorrow!” 

Touya started drying off his body, “Who cares?!”

“I guess you make a pretty good point.” Shouto shrugs.

---

Natsuo was laughing uncontrollably when Fuyumi suddenly spat out her drink in the middle of a restaurant. “What is wrong with you?!” 

Fuyumi ducked under the table and pulled Natsuo by his leg, making him hit his head. The couple at the table next to him stared, but went back to their meal.

”Alright, you better explain before I consider dining-and-dashing.” Natsuo groans as he rubs his head. 

Fuyumi’s breathing went rapid, “I think I just saw Mom!”

”Shut up!” Natsuo gasped and peeked out, disappointed when he didn’t see a woman with white hair.

”She’s on the other side of the restaurant, silly!” Fuyumi pointed to where she last saw Rei.

Natsuo slowly got up and looked to that direction. His jaw dropped to the floor, “Oh my God!”

Fuyumi got up as well and gasped again, “Is that a man with her?!”

”A man who isn’t Dad?!” Natsuo clenched onto Fuyumi’s jacket. 

Fuyumi turned around and took a sip of her water. She took deep breaths and got ahold of herself. “Let’s act calm and rational, anyone in Mom’s situation would- NATSU?!”

When she turned back, Natsuo was already halfway close to Rei. Fuyumi tried to catch up to him but she was too slow.

”What on Earth are you doing?!” Natsuo grits to his teeth, keeping his voice low but clear enough for Rei to hear him.

She was in a state of complete shock, mixed in with some embarrassment. “What- son- why are you-“

Natsuo’s hands waved around, “And who is he?!” He points to the older blond man sitting across from her.

Fuyumi pulled Natsuo away and put on a calm smile, “I’m so sorry, Mom! We’re just really shocked to see you like this after so long!”

Rei was frozen in her seat, her pupils were tiny as she couldn’t take her gaze off of her children. It’s been a couple of months since she saw Natsuo, and a few years since she saw Fuyumi, yet they both grew so much.

The blond man cleared his throat and put his hand out. He tried smiling with his teeth but it just looked awkward. “Hello, Fuyumi and Natsuo.”

Both siblings gasped. Fuyumi quickly grabbed his hand and shook it, “Hello, Mister…?”

”You can call me Toshinori!” He chuckled and waited for Natsuo to shake his hand as well.

“How did you know our names?” Natsuo was in utter disbelief, but shook his hand anyways. 

Rei’s face turned pink and she looked away, “I speak of you kids a lot, I even showed him pictures…”

Fuyumi squealed and hugged her Mom, “You’re the sweetest!”

Toshinori raised his hand and gestured for a waiter to come over. In a low, respectful voice, he asked if it was possible for them to sit at a bigger table.

”That isn’t needed at all,” Fuyumi pointed to her own table that wasn’t too far, “We already finished our appetizers!”

”Oh, nonsense.” Toshinori stood up and held Rei’s hand as if she were fragile, “It may be sudden, but I’m so glad to meet two of Rei’s children. It would be a shame if you stood up while we spoke.”

The waiter escorted the four of them to a booth that was right next to the table. “I’ll let your previous waiter know to bring your food at the new table,” he said to Fuyumi. 

Fuyumi glanced over at Natsuo who looked like he was about to burst into a million questions. Once they got settled, he looked like he forgot exactly what he wanted to say.

”I’m… really surprised you two aren’t freaking out.” Toshinori fiddled with his hands, “Most people would rage when they see their mother on a date with another man!”

”You see, our dad’s an asshole.” Natsuo blurted, earning a literal slap on the wrist from Rei.

”Be nice!” She warned.

”Our older brother and I planned on doing an intervention for her to get an actual divorce…” Fuyumi sighed, and something clicked in her mind, “But anyways, how did the two of you meet?!”

Toshinori and Rei both began sharing their story. Turns out, Toshinori had been living in the United States for a couple of years and recently moved down the block from Rei’s childhood home, looking for a job as a high school English teacher. That sparked up a conversation between him and Natsuo. Coincidentally, his school was looking for an English teacher as well. 

While the two of them spoke, Rei placed her hand on Fuyumi’s knee. “Sweetie, you mentioned Touya. I know I haven’t visited him at all, but how has he been doing?”

Fuyumi’s smile slowly dropped. She wasn’t fully caught up with what happened at home, Natsuo refused to give the small details, but she knew things weren’t perfect. “Everyone’s walking around eggshells, Mom. I’m sorry I can’t give you better news.”

Rei clenched her heart, she looked devastated. “Is Shouto safe?”

Suddenly, two loud thuds can be heard against the window they were sitting at.

Fuyumi giggled to herself, “You should ask him!”

Rei slowly turned around and gasped. Both Touya and Shouto had their faces and hands pressed against the window. Shouto couldn’t fathom what he was seeing while Touya looked like he was about to break through the window, grab his mom, and run away from the scene. 

“Should we order extras?” Toshinori asked the others.

---

Touya sloppily chewed on a burger. He was sitting in between Toshinori and Natsuo. “So, we aren’t doing the intervention?”

Fuyumi slowly shook her head while caressing Shouto’s hair. He would hug Fuyumi, count to ten, then hug Rei, count to ten again, and so on.

”I didn’t see either of you in so long!” He sobbed his heart out, “I’ve been living like it’s every man for himself!”

”Man this burger tastes like shit.” Touya drops the burger down on the plate and slides it over to his brother. He then reaches over to Fuyumi’s plate and takes one of her french fries.

”Maybe don’t take my food next time.” Natsuo groaned while he angrily sliced off the parts of the burger that Touya had taken a bite out of.

Rei had been staring at Touya the entire time, she was in utter disbelief in his appearance. So many questions ran through her mind. Where’s his soft hair, why would he get tattoos, were those piercings painful? She didn’t even have the guts to say a single word to him.

Touya caught her staring and tilted his head up, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes.

(I’m not good at describing but imagine him looking at Rei like this. Comment if the image isn’t loading)

Fuyumi noticed the tension between them. The last thing she wanted was for dinner to end because of family issues. She quickly brings everyone’s attention back to her and Shouto before anyone else notices the tension.

”Shouto! You always see me when Touya’s video calling me!” Fuyumi tickles his sides and pinches his cheeks.

“Not the same…” Shouto sniffles and leans on Fuyumi’s arm. His eyes wander around and finally lands on Toshinori, “Are you my new Dad?”

Toshinori choked on his meal, Touya had to pat him on the back until he stopped coughing. “I’ve only known your mother for almost six months now, son.”

Shouto looks up at Rei, “He called me ‘son’ when did you get married again?”

”That’s not what I-“ Toshinori chokes again, and Touya pats his back some more, “-Not what I meant!”

Everyone at the table had so many questions for each other. Most of them were not so pleasant, so it was best for them to wait for a better time. The rest of the night went smoothly, Rei didn’t even bother to ask why Natsuo and Shouto were out so late. For Touya, it was a blessing. The “blessing” was quickly spoiled when his phone buzzed

Keigo: don’t forget. we leave after u drop Shouto off at school.

”Tch…” Touya scoffed.

Touya: don’t worry, we’re leaving sooner than that.

Once he put his phone down, he noticed Rei’s staring again. Only this time, she quickly looked away the second they made eye contact. Touya pursed his lips a little and nodded before stretching his arm around Natsuo and pulling him in for some quick, casual chit-chat.

~~~

The kids all got to know Toshinori, and it turned out that he was an amazing man. A huge upgrade from Enji. All that was left for Rei was to do the legal work and finally divorce her husband. Then she can continue being with Toshinori, whether they end up getting married or not. 

Sadly, dinner had to come to an end. Toshinori and Touya split up the bill, and everybody exchanged numbers with each other. Shouto finally had someone to call incase anything were to happen to Touya and Enji. Or if he simply wanted to spend time with his family. 

Touya knew giving his number out was useless. But he did it anyways to avoid suspicion. 

---

“Hey, Shouto.” Touya stops him once they get out of the car. “Why don’t we take a picture together?”

”Hm?” Shouto didn’t really know what type of pictures he was talking about, until he pulled him into a hug and quickly snapped a selfie.

”Adorable.” Touya whispered under his breath and unlocked the front door.

Shouto stumbled into the dark living room, not caring that it was the middle of the night. He was giggling uncontrollably while trying his best to find the stairs. “This was probably one of the greatest days ever!”

“That dinner was definitely a nice way to end the day.” Touya threw his sweater onto a chair and flicked the light switch on. They both shrieked when Enji magically appeared on the living room chair.

”Where the hell were you?!” He shouts, practically undoing all the happy moments the two boys shared. 

Touya quickly came in between him and Shouto, protecting his little brother from the monster in front of them. “We went out and had food. Then we saw…”

Telling him about Mom, Toshinori, and the others isn’t a good idea.  He thought. “We saw Shouto’s friend who was also out with his brother. The guy’s around my age so we all had dinner together.”

”And who is this  friend?”  Enji asked, practically able to smell the lies.

”Tenya!” Shouto sputtered. The two of them weren’t entirely close, but the fact that Tenya did in fact have an older brother was very convenient on his end.

Touya cleared his throat, a little shocked because he didn’t think Shouto actually had a friend with an older brother. He only knew about Midoriya and Bakugo and as far as he knew, they were both the only children of their families. 

“Yeah, Tenya.” Touya added, “Now would you leave us alone? Shouto has school and I have to leave in a few hours for work.”

”Huh?!” Shouto squeaked out, “You’re starting work already?!”

Touya pats him on the head, “I’m supposed to be there by 6. So that means I can’t drop you off at school tomorrow.”

Shouto whined at the top of his lungs, “That isn’t fair at all! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

”Because I knew you’d cry about it!” Touya grabbed onto Shouto’s arm and brought him over to the stairs, “That’s why I took you out. So we’d actually enjoy the night together.”

”But I-“

Enji cuts them both off, “I don’t give a shit what happened, why it happened, and what’s happening next. Shouto, get your ass to bed. Touya, you stay here.”

Shouto hesitated, but Touya’s smile was reassuring to him. He hugged Touya and quickly ran up the stairs.

Enji and Touya stood in silence, wanting to make sure Shouto had really gone to bed. Once they felt like the coast was clear, Enji grabbed Touya’s hair without warning.

”Fuck!” He shouts, trying to punch Enji away but failing.

Enji pulled him over to Touya’s room and threw him to the ground. “What the fuck is that?!”

Touya looked to where Enji was pointing and gasped when he saw the dried blood. He started acting like he was in shock as well, “Who could’ve done that?!” I forgot to change the fucking bedsheets!

Enji marched over to Touya’s closet and began throwing all his clothes to the ground.

”What the fuck?!” Touya shoved him away.

”I wasn’t bluffing, I told you to stand down and you didn’t.” Enji walked over to his drawers and began throwing clothes out of there as well.

Touya went under his bed and pulled out a big, empty duffel bag. “You don’t have to worry, you’re just making things easier for me!”

Enji stopped what he was doing, “What are you talking about?”

“My boyfriend and I are running away tonight.” He kept his voice low and started shoving his favorite clothes into his bag. “By the time the sun is up, I’ll already be gone.”

Enji wanted Touya out of the house, yes, but he didn’t think that was already apart of his plan. “Where are you going?”

”None of your business, you bastard!” Touya spat. “You want me gone? You gotta make sure it looks like I never even existed.”

”What? I just need you out of my house, no one’s asking you to fake your death.” Enji shoved Touya, irritated and a bit worried.

Touya stops packing up his bag and sat Enji down. He started explaining his plan, every single detail, except for one thing: He was running away out of pure guilt, and that he dragged Keigo down with him . He knew Enji was in no place to judge if he knew that Touya exploited Shouto for money. But knowing him, he’d take action regardless.

”So… are you helping?” Touya asked.

”Fine. What do I do?” Enji sighed in defeat. 

 

An hour later, Enji came back home. He pulled his car into the driveway and stepped out. Touya was already waiting for him, leaning against the mailbox with his arms crossed.

”Did you do it?” Touya asked.

Enji took out an envelope from his pocket and passed it to Touya, “It’s ridiculous how late a store like that stays open.”

Touya checks the inside and smiles at the items. “They’re all in great condition. Good job, Dad. Now, what about all of my useless junk that I don’t need?”

Enji opened his trunk, it was completely empty inside. “I put all the clothes and shoes you had in a donation bin. Everything else has been disposed of.”

The grin on Touya’s face grew. He looked around and made sure no one was awake. He quickly grabbed Enji by the shoulders and pecked his lips. “Thank you.”

Enji wanted to shove him off, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t see Touya in a long time. He cupped Touya’s ass and kissed him back until he was pushed away.

Touya checked the time on his watch, “I gotta do one last thing, and I’ll be gone.” Enji stood in the now empty lawn as Touya ran back inside the house. He stood there and contemplated what had happened just now.

Meanwhile, Touya went to Enji’s room and took out a random notebook. He flipped to the back of the book and ripped out an empty piece of paper. Before leaving, he grabbed a pen as well and made it to his own room.

Touya’s bedroom was completely empty. There was nothing inside except for his closet, computer desk, nightstand, and bed frame along with the mattress. 

But there were no clothes. No computer. No posters of rock bands Touya grew up listening to. Even his mattress was empty, the bedsheets have been discarded by Enji. Like no one’s ever lived here. Before, or at all. 

(Little song reference there haha)

His room was an unnerving sight. He quickly went over to his old desk and began writing something down. While jotting his thoughts, he felt his eyes watering. He sat back and sniffled, wiping his tears with his sleeves and went back to writing. He made sure to proofread the note at least three times, it needed to be perfect for Shouto. After doing all his corrections, he pulled out the envelope Enji went to retrieve for him. 

Once opened, Touya spilled the contents onto the desk. They were all various pictures of Shouto. Whether he was playing a video game, trying to hold a guitar right, or even just eating. In each picture he was smiling brightly at the camera. 

Except for one picture. This photo stood out from all the others. It was the only picture of both Shouto and Touya. Based on all the trees in the background, it looked like they were at a park of some sort. Unlike the other pictures, Shouto had his tongue stuck out with his middle finger up. Touya, on the other hand, was laughing like he was proud of him. 

Touya placed that picture above all the others, and kept the stack right next to the note. He stood up and looked around the empty room. For some reason, it felt like he was forgetting something.

”Right…” He took out his ear piercings, the ones that looped around his ears. He placed them on top of his note and quietly walked out the door, sneaking into Shouto’s room.

The room was mostly dark except for the moonlight peeking through the curtains and the glow-in-the-dark stickers scattered across his walls. Touya turned on the lamp next to his bed and lowered the brightness down as much as he can. He walks over to Shouto’s shelf and eyes all the tiny figures and plushies he had of his favorite characters. 

“So nerdy…” Touya whispered as he reached out for a small plushie, one that was Shouto’s absolute favorite at some point, just for him to grow out of it as the months went by. “Just so I can have a piece of you with me.”

Touya shoves it in his pocket, not caring that its head was sticking out completely.

Then, he gently shook Shouto until he woke up.

”Touya…?”

”Hey there.” He whispered. He knelt down and put one arm on top of his half-sleeping body.

”I’m way too tired to play…” Shouto yawned.

Touya chuckled and stroked his body. “We aren’t playing. But there’s something I need to tell you, and I need you to remember what I say. Can you do that for me?”

”Mhm…” Shouto licked his cracked lips and tried his best to stay awake.

”I have done horrible things in my life,” Touya started. “I’ve been abused for years and instead of rising above it, I passed my trauma onto you.”

”Mmf- no trauma…” Shouto nuzzled his face into his pillow, but Touya had him looking straightforward. “Ngh, am good, Touya, not trauma- not traumatized, yeah yeah.”

”Listen, someday, you’re really going to fucking hate me. You’ll realize how evil and disgusting I am.” Touya kept his voice to a low whisper. “But when that day comes, you need to remember how much I love you. No past tense.”

Shouto was confused, all of this felt like a strange dream.

”I should’ve listened to Fuyumi after graduation. I should’ve taken us to the police station to report Dad. Instead, I talked her out of it.” Touya’s voice began to shake as fear filled his body. “I should’ve gotten help, I should’ve done so many things! But the one thing I should have never done was put my hands on you, do you understand me?”

Shouto squints his eyes, “Wha-“

”Do you understand me?!” Touya shook his body and raised his voice. “Never let anyone hurt you the way I did.”

”You didn’t,” Shouto yawned, “You didn’t hurt me.” His eyelids felt heavy but he did his best to keep them open.

”Shut the fuck up, you idiot.” Touya grunts in anger, “Yes I did. And you won’t realize it now. Never let any grown ass man touch you, especially Enji Todoroki. The second he looks at you with lust, you run. You run out of this house, and never look back. Go to Fuyumi, Natsuo, Mom, the neighbors, ANYONE. Just make sure you go somewhere safe.”

Shouto nods slowly, despite not fully processing everything. “You… you didn’t like our games?”

Touya’s eyebrow twitches, “It doesn’t matter what I like. What matters is how it affects you.”

His phone vibrates in his pocket, but he ignores it.

”Shouto, you’re going to grow up and do amazing things in this world.” Here comes the waterworks, tears stream down Touya’s face as he comes to his conclusion. “When you talk about me to your future wife, or future therapist, make sure they know how I tried to be a better man. Don’t forget how much I love you, okay, Shortcake?”

Touya softly kisses Shouto’s lips. He gently pushes his tongue inside, tasting his baby one more time. Shouto hummed into the kiss and tried kissing him back. It was more like random tongue-flicks to Touya’s piercing.

After the kiss, Touya slowly got up. He watches the tired expression on his Shortcake’s face and turns to the door.

Shouto’s breath gets caught in his throat, “Touya-nii? Where… where are you going?”

“…Your big brother has to go to work, remember?”

”Yeah… pizza delivery.” Shouto sighs and moves around in his blanket, trying to get comfy. “Can we get dinner again tonight?”

”If I’m feeling nice, I’ll bring some pizza home.” Touya wanted to stop himself from speaking more. He wanted to get the hell out of that room before Shouto fully wakes up and realizes what’s happening.

He slowly walks away and heads to the staircase.

”I love you too, Touya.” Shouto’s soft and tired voice can still be heard. “Stay safe.”

On his way back outside, Touya allowed himself to cry normally. No soft sniffles, no holding back tears, just genuine sobs as his nose starts to feel plugged from all his sadness. 

The first thing Enji noticed was how red his son was. He tried his best to comfort Touya, but all he got in return was a harsh shove.

”This wouldn’t have happened if you kept your dick in your pants.” Touya hissed and stepped into his car.

Through his rearview mirror, he can see his old man standing in the same spot. Just by looking at him, you could tell he’s guilty and wants to apologize. But it’s far too late for any of that. Touya rolls his window down and sticks his hand out, flipping his middle finger at Enji before driving away from the home where he grew up.

All he could think of was his little Shortcake.

Notes:

okay it’s more than shouto getting fucked ig sorry

Chapter 11: Blanket

Touya was cursing himself as he drove around the corner getting closer to Keigo’s building. Dinner with his mom and siblings got his mind off of things temporarily, but now that he was all alone, all he could think of was how he had finally gone all the way.

He took the last bit of Shouto’s innocence. 

He tried defending himself. The left side of his brain said that Shouto needed to have his first time with someone who truly loved him. While the right side of his brain yelled at him saying it could’ve been anyone else in the world. He had good friends. One day, he could’ve lost his virginity to one of them. 

When Touya first taught Shouto how to properly masturbate, he never thought he’d truly regret any of his actions. Oh, how he wish he could go back in time. 

Keigo watched as Touya’s car slowly pulled up. He tiredly dragged his suitcases with him, and shoved them in the back trunk. He groaned as he plopped into the seat next to Touya.

”Why are we leaving now? We had a few hours left!” Keigo whined.

Touya couldn’t even look at him. He shrugged and started driving. “I was scared I’d back out last second if I had the time to drop him off at school.”

What was he supposed to say? That he fully defiled his middle school aged brother?

Keigo smiled softly, “That’s a good reason, I suppose.”

As time went by and they made it onto the highway, Keigo noticed how eery Touya looked. At first he passed it off as a lack of sleep, but Touya didn’t seem tired at all.

He always wondered about Touya’s past. He knew the basics already, but always wanted Touya to fully open up to him.

“Touya?”

“Huh?” Touya was startled.

”Tell me to shut up if you need to, but…” Keigo’s breath shook, “How long did your dad… hurt you? And why?” 

Touya was caught off guard, rightfully so. The question was extremely personal, but Keigo pretty much knew everything about him at this point. “I used to love fire ever since I was little. I thought it was fascinating, I’d spend hours watching my mom cook just to see the way the stove’s flames were kept under control. Fire was beautiful. As for the abuse, I was around Shouto’s age, I think. Maybe a year older.”

He stopped at that, not giving Keigo more details until he started begging in a whiny voice.

”Come on!” Keigo shook Touya by his shoulder, but not too hard to distract him from driving.

Touya groans with defeat, pushing down on the horn to take his frustration out. But, he finally spilled. ”My Dad was actually a decent father during my early childhood. He’d yell at me to stay away from the flames, but he was just being responsible. Suddenly, he began to ignore us. I was scared my interests were just pushing him away. Maybe he saw me as a freak-”

His throat constricted. Like some supernatural creature they couldn’t see suddenly covered his mouth and held him by the throat. 

“Hey, he isn’t here now.” Keigo went from shaking to gently rubbing. 

“One day, I tried to show him that fire isn’t all bad. I went into his study with a small match. I lit it up, and held it close to my face.” 

Keigo’s eyebrows shot up and he took a quick glance at Touya’s wrists. That’s when he noticed the very faint burn marks hidden under his tattoos. He was surprised for not noticing sooner. Maybe his eyes did, but his brain kept him from processing.

“I showed him he didn’t need to worry about me and fire. So I put the flame out quickly. No one got hurt.” Touya’s body shook and slowed his driving down. But, he continued speaking. “Suddenly, he dragged me by the hair and locked me in his bedroom. He took out his lighter, and held it against my neck until I screamed.”

Keigo covered his mouth to hold in a gasp. “Oh my god…” the words were muffled.

“And… well, that was the first time I had sex, I guess. I lost my virginity, and my love for fire.” He let out what seemed to be a strained sob, “I hate hot things now. I hate them. I don’t even mention my little fire-phase to anybody. And I lied to Shouto saying Dad was gentle the first time. But he was nothing like that.”

He mumbled the last part, his lips barely separating from each other. Keigo let out an overwhelmed sigh and looked straight ahead, watching the sun peeking out from the horizon.

”I don’t know why he resorted to sex but… I loved it.” Touya finished his sentence, but you could hear the shame in his own voice. “Can you blame me? I’m disgusting.”

Keigo didn’t realize he was crying. No sounds were coming out, only tears. “It’s your body’s natural reaction, you couldn’t help it.”

“Oh yeah? I’d only force myself to be around fire after that because I knew he’d take me back to his room to burn and fuck me until I was on the verge of passing out.” Touya’s jaw tightens, “He fucked me so much, a month later I didn’t even need to use fire. He’d just pull me to his room without warning.”

Touya had to pull over. All the memories were starting to become too much for him. Once the car came to a complete stop, Keigo clung onto his arm.

”All your tattoos…” Keigo whispered.

”I didn’t get them because I thought they looked cool.” Touya chuckles and feels the softness of Keigo’s messy hair. “They cover up all the burns.”

”They really do.” Keigo kept his voice low, thinking about how if anything, the faded burns only give his tattoos texture. “How did Fuyumi get dragged into everything?”

Touya had to look back on it. “Once he burned me real bad. But he got an emergency phone call from work, so he left me on the ground while I was shaking from the pain.”

Keigo had to rub his temples from the way his head was starting to hurt, “How can a lighter even do that much damage?”

“Depending on how mad he was, he’d heat up anything metal and press it against my skin. He left the door open that night and Fuyumi found me naked, burned, and covered with cum.”

Keigo nuzzled his face into Touya. He wanted to keep him in his arms forever.

“I told her what happened- what’s been happening. From then on out, she’d always clean me up. But she would cry while doing so.” Touya leaned back and lifted some of his clothes up, showing an old scar that was masked with tattoo ink. “Unlucky for both of us, Dad once walked in on her when she was tending to this scar. Then he made her blow him while I watched. Poor girl tried to act like nothing happened, but I knew she was crumbling to pieces.”

Keigo wished that everything he was saying was one big lie, and Touya finally stopped saying his story. Afterwards, he listened and watched as Keigo stammered over how disgusting and horrifying everything was. He sounded like a broken record.

“What about your Mom?!” Keigo said in a frantic panic. “Did she at least try to stop-“

Touya covered Keigo’s mouth, “She knew since this all started.”

——————

“Get up, we’re done here.” Enji lifted his son up by his arm, taunting the way his body went limp like a rag doll. “You were smiling half the time, now you look dead.”

”Might as well be…” Touya huffed, speaking was painful for him. But he managed to get on both his feet and limped out of the room. He wanted to burn himself to death as Enji’s words repeated in his mind. It’s true, he was smiling. He was happy Enji finally gave him attention, but why did it have to be like this?

Enji was right behind him and held Touya’s head down, making him keep his eyes on the floor as he walked. “Clean that mess up on the bed.”

Touya didn’t know if Enji was talking to him. It wouldn’t make sense if he was, the two of them were going to his room. Looking down, Touya could see a line of dried blood that was going down his leg. 

“How could you…” Rei’s voice was set to a low whisper, but her anger can be felt from down the hall. “He’s our son.”

“I said clean the room, you moronic woman.” Enji growls at her, curling his fingers into Touya’s hair. He then lifts his head up, making him look at his mother.

Rei gasped and took a step back when she saw the reddened skin on Touya’s neck. She quickly ran to him, but Enji smacked her to the ground.

Touya tried yelling, but his throat was in too much pain. Enji tugged on his hair, making him whimper against his will. “Tell Mom how you loved having me in you, or I’m burning your hair next.”

Touya coughed, the inside of his mouth tasted metallic. He locked his blue eyes onto Rei’s grey ones, examining how terrified she looked. Full of regret, he took a deep breath and coughed out: “Loved it- need more.”

Rei’s expression was unreadable. Touya couldn’t tell if she was angry at him, Enji, herself, or all three. But he saw her sanity begin to crumble as she pulled herself up and went into the bedroom, not saying a single word to either of them. 

Enji snickers, “Now she knows you’re a whore.” He escorted Touya back to his room and kicked him to the ground. He didn’t say anything else, only closed the door on Touya, leaving him by himself.

 

The next morning, Touya had his face pushed against his pillow. He hadn’t slept all night, his ass was in too much pain. Just outside his door, he heard two sets of fast footsteps, and one set of slow ones along with the sound of wheels rolling on the ground.

”Mom!” Natsuo and Fuyumi called out at the same time.

”Where are you going?” Natsuo sounds worried for her. Touya couldn’t see them, but he could tell Natsu was trying to take Rei’s luggage and bring them down the stairs himself.

”Are you going on a vacation? How come we aren’t coming?!” Fuyumi stomped her feet, her voice high pitched like she was about to cry. “Give us a few minutes, I’ll wake Touya and Shouto up!”

Touya lifted his head with a gasp. He didn’t bother cleaning the blood and cum from his ass, and he was naked on his own bed. If Fuyumi came in now…

”No, kids.” Rei sighed, most likely moving Natsuo away from the luggage since he groaned right away. “Grandma’s… sick. I’m just going to go visit her…”

”Bullshit.” Touya whispered.

”I’ll be back home once she’s all better, okay? Be on your best behavior.” Rei can be heard kissing both of them before walking down the stairs.

Suddenly, Natsuo ran to Shouto’s door, knocked on it loud, then ran to Touya’s door to do the same. Causing his body to jolt up from his bed.

”Mom’s leaving! Grandma’s sick!” Natsuo announced without entering either of their rooms. “WE GOTTA SAY BYE BEFORE SHE’S GONE!”

Touya didn’t bother, but he heard Shouto running out of his own room. His siblings didn’t wait up for him. The three of them ran after their Mom, causing a commotion in the front yard.

Touya drags himself up and puts on a pair of old shorts. He went up to his window and looked outside. Shouto was clinging onto Rei and sobbing like a maniac. Snot and tears stained his face and Rei’s clothes. She had to forcefully pull Shouto off of her. 

After calming her kids down, she took a second to glance over at Touya’s window. The two of them locked eyes, and the first thing Rei noticed were the hickies littered around her eldest son’s chest. To avoid drawing more attention to him, she quickly looked away and stepped into the car. Touya got the message and went back to bed.

——————

”You know… Yesterday I saw her for the first time in two years.” Touya mentions casually.

”You did?!” Keigo squawked, “What happened?! What did you do?! What did she do?!”

“Calm down, asshole.” Touya’s head began to pound. He licked his cracked lips, “Nothing happened.”

”You’re joking.” Keigo states in disbelief.

”Not at all. Mom spoke to my siblings like usual. But she looked at me once or twice with this horrified look on her face.” He licked his lips again, this time rolling his tongue on the inside of his snakebite piercings. “The last time she saw me, I had white hair, no piercings, and no tattoos. Least she could’ve done was commented on my new look.”

Keigo snapped his fingers, “Maybe she was too shocked! Did you even stop to consider that?”

“Nope, because she had the same look she had when she’d watch me get fucked.” Touya sighed and pressed his lips together. “I gave her my phone number but… there’s no point.”

Keigo gasped loudly, “Stop the car, stop the car!”

Once the car came to a rough halt, Keigo ran out of the car and Touya followed right behind.

”What the hell is the matter with you?” Touya groans. He was caught off guard when Keigo snatched his phone from him.

”We have to destroy these, remember?” Keigo placed both his and Touya’s phone in front of the car’s wheel.

Touya pieced things together and a lightbulb turned on. “So no one can track us!”

”Exactly!” Keigo got inside of the car and fastened his seat belt.

”Wait…” Touya stopped what he was doing, he picked up his phone and shoved it in his pocket. “I can’t get rid of this phone… I took a selfie with Shouto and I- it’s one of the last few things I have of him.”

Keigo stepped out of the car and placed a hand on his hip. “Be honest, what type of picture did you take of him?”

Touya’s face twisted in disgust. He opened up his photo gallery and showed Keigo the innocent selfie they took. “I’m not always abusing him, asshole.”

After hearing Touya’s vent, Keigo knew he’d be insensitive to force him to get rid of his phone so soon. He picked his own phone up and hugged Touya.

”Can we just buy some burner phones?” Touya whispered, “So I can transfer a few pictures. Then we’ll destroy these.”

“Yeah, alright.” Keigo agreed, and they went back inside the car. “We have enough time before people start to realize we’re gone. Let’s just keep going.”

---

School was over, the entire day felt like a huge blur to Shouto. All he remembered was waking up, then he was magically at school.

“Bye, Todoroki!” Ururaka and Midoriya waved goodbye to him and ran over to Ururaka’s mother’s car. When they both got in, they stuck their hands out the window and continued waving as the car drove off.

Shouto didn’t process what happened, and they were long gone by the time he finally did. 

Once again, he was standing outside the schoolyard waiting for Touya to pick him up from school. Normally, he’d be upset with how long it was taking. But not today.

”He’s just at work, he’ll be here soon…” Shouto said to himself and took out his phone. “I’ll text him just incase.”

Shouto: School’s over
Shouto: I’m waiting at the usual place.

 

Shouto’s heart skipped a beat when the message never delivered. Only showing as Sent on his end. “Maybe his phone is turned off.”

Fifteen minutes goes by, and Shouto decides to just walk home. Conveniently, a car pulls up. Inconveniently, it was his father’s.

”Dad?”

Enji walks up to him and stares him down. He reaches his hand out to place it on Shouto’s shoulder.

“I want to talk to you about Touya-“ Enji started, but was cut off when Shouto slapped his hand away.

”-Not interested.” Shouto responds in a cold tone. 

“We don’t need to talk.” Enji opens the car door for Shouto, “I just want you to come home.”

---

”Himiko, what’re you doing?” Natsuo crouched down to her level, she was sitting on the floor outside of their workplace. Her knees to her chest, and her face hidden.

”That man in there… he’s… HE’S SUPER SCARY AND GROSS!” Himiko cried out and hugged Natsuo tightly.

Natsuo yelped and tried to pull away. He peeked through the window, that was when he saw Shigaraki at the cash register, counting money from the previous day.

”Where’s Keigo?” Natsuo mutters.

Himiko sniffles and gets up on her feet, “No clue. But now that you’re here, we can question him together!”

Natsuo nods, Himiko hides behind him as they both slowly enter the shop.

”Sir, who the hell are you?” Natsuo’s voice awkwardly cracked. “We know you aren’t a new worker, our boss would’ve told us!”

”I am your boss.” Shigaraki puts the money away to properly introduce himself, “Your old boss had to go for… reasons.”

”What?!” Himiko cried, “Keigo’s our friend and he never would’ve left without saying goodbye!”

“Friend is a strong word,” Natsuo added.

Tomura laughed at the comment, “Listen, things weren’t supposed to be like this. Keigo was planning on transferring ownership for a while. He also said he’d stay behind for about a week to show me how things work around here.”

Natsuo and Himiko shared a glance at each other, then back at Tomura.

”But he’s gone, his phone number is out of service.” Tomura tried calling Keigo again just to prove his statement true. “So I’m the new owner, and we’re changing shit around here!”

Natsuo felt defensive hearing that, “Are we losing our jobs?!”

”No, not at all.” Tomura walks over to the video game corner, “I’ll definitely expand this tiny corner. We’ll have better video games here, not just kiddy-stuff.”

”Are we finally doing something about that stupid name?” Himiko rolled her eyes and dragged herself over to the cash register. She rested her chin in her fist, staring out the window waiting for a customer. 

“Definitely,” Tomura sighed. “I’ll also be hiring another friend of mine, he’ll just be making sure you’re all doing what you’re supposed to.”

Natsuo raised his eyebrow, and Tomura turned to him with a creepy smile.

”He’s also good friends with your brother and I.” Tomura added.

“You mean Touya?!” Natsuo gasped, “Small world, jeez. How do you all know each other?” 

Shigaraki glares at him, Natsuo sounded way too nosey. But he answers him anyways, “The three of us were in a band not too long ago. But then his mental health went to shit. Touya thought it was best to disband.”

“I’m just glad we’re finally changing the name!” Himiko giggled, and gasped when a customer came in. “Hi, welcome to-“ she kept herself from gagging at how cringey this felt, “Welcome to Outcast Depot!”

---

The entire room was vacant. As if Touya was never real and Shouto imagined his entire presence.

Empty closet, plain mattress with no bedsheets or pillows, bare walls with no posters. 

Shouto stood in the center of it all in pure disbelief. His legs shook and he kept blinking, each time hoping that when he opens his eyes, all of Touya’s things will be back to where they belong.

”This… this isn’t real.” Shouto squeaked and looked around the room some more, “Where did he go? Where’s my big brother-“

There were a few items on the old table.

Shouto ran up to it and gasped when he saw a small pile of photos, a hand-written letter, and Touya’s ear piercings. His little hands shook as he picked the paper up and began reading what was written.

 

“I never understood why Fuyumi was so obsessed with being by your side as you were growing up. She always insisted on helping Mom bathe you, feed you, and all that other crap. She even saved up her own pocket money to buy you toys. You were just a dumb baby to me, so everything she did seemed useless. 

Even when I moved back in a couple of months ago, you just seemed like a whiney kid who couldn’t stand up for himself. Yeah I’d comfort you, but that’s because I felt bad. You always seemed so scared in your own home.

Also, Fuyumi would kill me if she found out I’d stand by and watch as dad pulverized you.

haha

pulverized

anyways

The more time I spent with you, the more I grew to understand why Fuyumi wanted nothing more than to take care of you as if you were her own. Every little thing you did filled that cold, sad house with warmth. Your awkwardness, though lame, never failed to make me laugh. 

I don’t know what it’s like to have an older man genuinely love and care for you. The only type of “love” and “discipline” Dad gave me was the worst form of lust. Because of this, I reenacted what happened to me with you.  

I suddenly developed the need to protect you from Dad. Seeing him almost take advantage of you like he did with me caused something in my brain to flip. Even though at times I was a typical older brother- teasing, bullying, the usual. I needed to make sure you felt loved and knew someone was there for you.

But I wish my actions represented my words. I should have never turned our relationship into what it had become. I should’ve never exploited the love you had for me. If I could go back and change what I’ve done, I would.

As you’re reading this, you’ll probably hate me for “abandoning” you. But in a few years, you might be happy I did and despise me for the abuse. 

I know that you can grow up and become a much better man than Dad and I. You’ll be successful one day with a family of your own! But you’ll never achieve true happiness if I’m around. I’m doing this for you, Shouto. Please keep yourself safe. Go live with Mom. I know she lives far away and you may need to change schools, but it’s better than living under a roof by yourself with Dad. I won’t be there to protect you anymore.

I’ve left my piercings and a few photos for you to remember me by and our time together. Keep them safe, because it’s all you have left of me.

I hope by the time you’re old and grey, you’ve healed from all my wrongdoings and forgive me. I love you, Shortcake.

- Todoroki Touya”

 

Shouto moved the piercings to the side and picked up the photos Touya had left. The pictures caused him to sob, each time louder than the last as he remembered exactly what was going on in each one. Once he made it to the last picture of the two of them together, he cried at the top of his lungs. 

“Why’d you leave me here?!” He shouts, stumbling over to Touya’s bare mattress with the letter in one hand, and a picture in the other. He planted himself face down as he dragged his body to the center of the mattress.

When he looked down, he saw the faintest stain of blood. It must’ve been his from the day before since it was so small yet still red. He sniffled as he remembered what it felt like getting plugged up by Touya- a feeling he was sure he’d never have ever again. 

“Touya-nii…” he whispered, placing his hand on his stomach as he tried to relive the most intimate thing he’s done. 

He spent the next hour crying until his little body couldn’t take it anymore. He wiped his face onto the mattress and closed his eyes. 

“This is just a bad dream…” Shouto tried to convince himself.

He hummed to himself. It was a song Touya would hum sometimes. He kept repeating it until he fell asleep with the note and picture. His body shivered on the bare mattress, but he was far too worn out to get up and find a blanket. 

Enji wasn’t stupid. He heard all of his youngest son’s cries and shouts. Once everything died down, he got up and went upstairs to Touya’s room, knowing Shouto was already there. 

His heart ached as he watched him shiver in his sleep. Each soft sob was gut wrenching, it reminded Enji of the way Shouto would sob in his sleep after a brutal beating.

Instead of going to his own room, Enji went to the storage room and looked through an old box that had stickers plastered all over.

“Found it,” Enji huffed, pulling out a soft, pastel blanket with yellow stars on it. It was a blanket that used to be Shouto’s when he was a child. Or was it Touya’s? Natsuo’s? Maybe Fuyumi’s? Enji felt a wave of shame was over him, unable to remember who the blanket belonged to. 

He stepped into Shouto’s room and grabbed a random pillow, then stood in front of Touya’s empty old room. He watched as Shouto continued to cry in his sleep and went over to the bed.

Enji slowly placed the palm of his hand on Shouto’s forehead, grimacing at the way he’s burning up. He used the same hand to gently lift his head up and puts the pillow under it. He makes sure there’s no excess dust on the blanket before draping it over his son’s body. 

“I’m so sorry,” Enji whispered and leaned down to kiss Shouto on the head. That’s when he realized he never really showed him any fatherly affection, causing the feeling of shame to increase within him. 

It was best if Enji left him alone.

Notes:

I kinda like the little side plot with Toga, Natsu, and Shigaraki. Toga and Natsu is a very random duo, but I think it fits.

I doubt anyone has any suggestions for what i should change Outcast Depot to. Like I said in an earlier chapter, it’s heavily based on an actual store I saw during a vacation to NYC (although there was no video game section)

Tbh if I can’t figure out a new name I’m gonna end up using the name of the actual store.

Chapter 12: Rindou

Notes:

I made up how big Sekoto Peak is, this is a fanfiction i can do what I want.

Here’s a map of Japan so you can get a good idea on where things are. I searched it up, apparently Musutafu is in Shizuoka.

Also, a new character is introduced here!! Yay!! His voice claim (won’t spoil) is the same as his elementary school self in the English Dub

Shouto was sore when he woke up. His head was pounding, his eyes were painfully dry, and standing up was an absolute struggle for him.

The cycle of devastation repeated itself when he looked at his surroundings and saw that Touya’s room was still completely empty. Only this time, he had his pillow and an old blanket on the bed. 

Shouto smiled, thinking that Touya had visited him while he was asleep and tucked him in. He rubbed the crust away from his eyes and ran downstairs, expecting to see his brother sitting in the living room.

His smile quickly went away when he saw his father sitting with an old book and reading glasses.

”Shouto?” Enji asked with confusion, “I assumed you’d sleep through the night.”

Shouto looked at the clock, it was only 22:30 (10:30 PM). “I slept for that long?”

Enji placed his book on the coffee table and patted his lap, gesturing for Shouto to sit. In return, he gave Enji a look of pure disgust.

”Why the hell would I ever want to sit on your lap?” He clenched his fists.

Enji sighed and gestured towards the sofa that was next to the chair he was on. “Like I said at the school, I wanted to talk about Touya.”

Shouto’s heart stops for a second and he drags himself over to the far end of the couch. He slumped down and stared at his father with bright red eyes.

”Did you know he was leaving?” Shouto choked out.

Enji let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, “Only at the last second. A few minutes after I sent you to bed.”

Shouto whimpered and got up from the couch and walked away with his face hidden in his hands. He walked to the kitchen, still whimpering. Enji followed him but kept a good distance.

“Son, it’s for the best-“ Enji was quickly cut off when Shouto tried to throw a glass cup at him.

But he missed.

”DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Shouto screeched, his face red with anger. “You made him leave, didn’t you?!”

Enji tried to keep his cool. But it was getting more difficult by the second. “I did threaten to kick him out if he didn’t get his act together. But I didn’t think that-“

”Then it is your fault!” Shouto continued screaming, his voice began to crack. “You just couldn’t handle seeing your kids happy for once, so you made Touya abandon me!”

”That isn’t what happened.” Enji took a step closer, “Touya felt like he took things too far.”

”You’re full of shit! You made Mom, Fuyumi, and Natsuo leave, and now I’m all alone.” Shouto slumped onto a chair and sobbed, “I’m alone and stuck with you…”

Enji began to feel genuine regret for his actions as he watched his youngest son sob in front of him. As taboo and illegal the relationship between his two sons was, it was a genuine outlet from all the harm Enji put them through all their lives.

The two would have never felt the need to form a sexual bond if it wasn’t for Enji’s initial abuse. He was very well aware of it.

He took a deep breath and crouched down to Shouto’s level, pulling him in for a hug. Both their bodies were stiff and uncomfortable, but Shouto didn’t bother pushing back.

”I’ve come up with a solution for you.” He says.

Shouto sniffled silently, waiting for him to continue.

”Go live with Rei. She never told me where she went, but I’m sure she’s with her parents right now.” Enji pulled back, he was starting to feel weirded out since he wasn’t used to hugging his kids.

Shouto wiped some of his tears, “Touya told me to go live with Mom, too. But I’d have to change schools.”

”You’d rather stay in a house with all these memories instead of starting anew?” 

He shrugged, “Not all the memories are bad. I don’t want to leave my friends either. But… I hate having to look at you.”

The words felt like a cold stab to Enji’s heart, rightfully deserved. “Sign up for any after school clubs. Go play with your friends. Do whatever you want if you feel like it’ll help you avoid me.”

”Why do you care what I do and where I go?” Shouto scowled at him and got up from his seat. “Quit the damn act. I’m tired of it.”

As Shouto walked off, Enji felt shocked by the way he stood his ground. Being around Touya so much must’ve taught him a thing or two.

”Wait.” Enji stopped him.

Shouto glares again.

”Did it hurt?” He asks. 

Shouto knew exactly what he was referring to. But he wanted to hear Enji say it himself. “I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

Enji shakes his head, “When you and Touya… When he…”

”Spit it out.” Shouto clenched his fists, trying to make himself look tough.

”Did Touya at least go gentle with you? When he forced you-” 

“HE DIDN’T FORCE ME!” Shouto shouted and marched up to Enji, ready to fight even though he knew he’d end up in a hospital. 

Enji held him by the shoulders, stopping him from all his movements. “Touya wouldn’t leave his room after his first time. Fuyumi was in so much pain, I had to pull her out of school for a few days.”

Shouto began to see red, the thought of his siblings being in so much pain angered him, “When Touya had sex with me, he actually focused on making me feel good instead of just being a brute in bed.” He emphasized on the word “sex,” knowing Enji must feel uncomfortable saying or even thinking that word.

”Touya actually loved me. Something you’ll never understand.” Shouto spat, finally leaving Enji alone.

---

Shouto stood in front of the school yard. It was an hour until class started, and the sun was barely rising. He woke up earlier than usual to take the train on his own to get to school. The last thing he wanted was for Enji to offer him a ride. 

He did his homework on the train. All he needed to do was to wait for a teacher- any teacher- to open up the main doors so Shouto can go inside. 

But the longer he stood out there with no one but his inner thoughts, he realized he didn’t want to be in school either. 

After some time, both students and teachers began to arrive, and Shouto made the final decision that he would skip school. He hid behind some trees to avoid seeing Mr. Aizawa.

It was now almost 10 minutes until the bell rang. Shouto saw many kids that were in his class. But he didn’t see his close friends for a while.

5 minutes until the bell rang, and a fancy car pulled up in front of the school. Bakugo and Midoriya both got out and immediately started a race to see who can reach the main entrance first.

Of course, Midoriya tripped and fell on his face while Bakugo managed to reach the doors first. As he jumped up and down cheering, Shouto ran up to Midoriya to help him up.

”Good morning- ouch- Todoroki…” Midoriya groaned, wiping the dirt off his pants.

Shouto hands Midoriya his homework, “I can’t go to class today. Can you hand this over to the teacher?”

Midoriya pressed his lips together and took the papers from Shouto, looking over each page.

Bakugo went over to them with his arms crossed, “You okay, Deku? When did half-n-half get here?”

Midoriya ignored the pain in his knees and smiled, “I’m okay, Kacchan. But Todoroki said he can’t come to class.”

Bakugo glares at Todoroki, “So why’d you come in your uniform?” He snatches the homework away, “And why do you have this ready and finished?”

Todoroki panicked for a quick second, “My stomach suddenly began hurting. I don’t think I can last the day. The soy sauce I used in my soba must’ve gone bad last night.”

Bakugo and Midoriya grimaced and took a step back. 

“I just need someone to hand my homework in for me. And I’ll come back after the last class so you can give me whatever’s due tomorrow.” Todoroki slowly walked backwards, heading towards the gates. “Can you guys do that for me?”

Midoriya takes the homework back from Bakugo and straightens up all the papers. “I’ll hand you your homework, just make sure you’re here on time!”

”Feel better, weirdo.” Bakugo muttered and began walking towards the school. “Hurry up, Deku!”

Once Midoriya put Shouto’s homework in his own folder, he gave him a thumbs up and followed Bakugo.

Shouto sighed with relief and walked away from campus. Only for his morning to turn to shit when he saw his class president a few feet from him.

“Todoroki! Shouldn’t you be in class?” Tenya asked in his usual cheerful voice. 

“Shouldn’t you?” Shouto raised an eyebrow at him, “The bell is about to ring yet you’re out here.”

Suddenly, Tensei’s voice shot up. “Sorry! That’s my fault.”

A bright smile grows on Tenya’s face once his big brother approached them. “I was driving Tenya to school but saw someone speeding. I’m not on duty right now, but I still pulled them over to give a stern warning.”

Shouto furrowed his eyebrows as he listened to Tensei yap. The look on Tenya’s face made Shouto sick to his stomach. He watched in anger as Tenya seemed proud and happy to have a brother like him. 

“I’m going to work hard so I can be like you!” Tenya gleamed.

Tensei gave him a pat on the back, “Before you become a cop you gotta get to class on time!”

The bell began to ring.

Tenya gasped and dashed towards the building, shouting a “goodbye” to Tensei.

Shouto couldn’t help but smirk knowing that Tenya’s perfect attendance was about to be tainted. With how strict Mr. Aizawa is with lateness, he might even get detention.

Tensei towered over Shouto’s body, “Well?”

”Huh?” Shouto blinked a couple of times.

”Aren’t you supposed to go to class as well?” Tensei pointed in the direction Tenya just went.

Shouto rolls his eyes and walks past him, “Feel sick. Going home.”

Tensei quickly blocks Shouto again. “Lemme give you a ride home then! Come on, Todoroki.” 

The way he placed his hand on Shouto’s shoulder caused the boy to feel nauseous. He didn’t want anybody to touch him except for Touya. 

He wanted to shove Tensei away and call him a mutt. But this was an off-duty cop just wanting to make sure he gets to his destination safe and sound. 

“Alright, Tensei. But don’t drop me off at home.” Shouto went back to walking.

Tensei, once again, caught up to him and wrapped an arm around Shouto, causing him to tense up. “My car’s the other way.”

~~~~~

”Where should I drop you off?” Tensei asked as he drove down the road.

”Um…” Shouto looked out the window and thought to himself. “Sekoto Peak, I guess.”

”Which side? East or West?” Tensei opened the GPS on his phone.

Sekoto Peak was made up with huge acres of woods with mountains. It starts in Aichi and ends at the very edge of Kanagawa, just before Tokoyo. The Sekoto Peak woods go right through Musutafu. 

“East is fine.” Shouto shuffles around in his seat.

”Oh… all the way in Kanagawa?”

Shouto nods. He didn’t care how far it was from Musutafu. 

Tensei, even though he was a cop, didn’t bother asking. He must’ve caught on that Shouto was lying about feeling sick. He was however, curious as to why he would lie.

Most of the car ride was quiet. Tensei didn’t ask anything else while Shouto couldn’t get his mind off of everything that had happened since yesterday. He officially lost his virginity, saw his mother after many months, and got abandoned all within 24 hours.

The silence was a curse. He just couldn’t fully understand why all his siblings ran off, leaving him behind. It made him feel unimportant, like he somehow deserves to be stuck with his dad. 

It made him afraid to go home. The thought of constant assault made his body itch. He didn’t notice it, but he started scratching his own arms. Grunting at the slight burns.

”You alright, buddy?” Tensei noticed the odd behavior and was beginning to feel worried.

”Mhm.” Shouto didn’t even dare to make eye contact with him. “How far are we from Kanagawa?”

”You don’t seem very fine. You’re shaking and scratching yourself.” Tensei parked the car, but he was in a random neighborhood now. “Come on, what’s going on?”

Shouto began to feel irritated. This man who he only knew as Tenya’s brother was trying to get in on Shouto’s personal life. 

“Mind your own business.” Shouto grits through his teeth.

”Listen, I may not be a professional, but I’m good with comforting people and giving good advice.” Tensei’s voice was warm and soft, Shouto hated the chills it was sending down his spine. “Help me help you, Shouto.”

”Leave me alone!” Shouto snapped at him, slamming his hand on the dashboard. “If you’re not gonna drive me to Sekoto Peak, then let me walk! You’re not my fucking therapist.”

Tensei kept his composure and gave Shouto a few seconds to breathe. “I know that I’m a stranger to you, but that doesn’t change the fact that it looks like you’re hurting right now.”

Shouto gritted his teeth some more. “Let me out. If you don’t, it’s kidnapping.”

Tensei chuckled at the empty threat. “You don’t need to give me your entire life story. But just know that I was once your age as well. I was also angry and hurt. Sometimes, all you need is someone older who’ll listen to your issues. Like a big brother.”

Shouto held back a whimper at that last sentence. “You- you don’t know who my Dad is. He’s- he has a lot of money! He’ll-“

”It’s alright. Calm down, Shouto.” Tensei rubbed his upper back.

He didn’t even realize he was crying. Tensei was right. He did need an older brother. He needed Touya, but he was gone. Shouto took in a deep breath and held it. But instead of exhaling, he sobbed in an ugly manner.

”I don’t want to go home,” he cried, “I’m so lonely there. My brothers and sister aren’t home anymore. My Mom has a new boyfriend. And my Dad-“ Shouto stopped himself before revealing anything too dark.

”Lemme guess, he’s always out working?” Tensei tried to act understanding, but he was much farther from the truth.

“And my friends distanced themselves from me because I’m not ‘acting like myself,’ I don’t even know what that means!” Shouto’s voice cracked. 

Tensei took a minute to think about what Shouto said. A confused look crept onto his face. “What do you mean your siblings aren’t home anymore? Didn’t you have two older brothers?”

”Huh…?”

”One was a high schooler, the two of you would go home together. The other is an adult, around my age I’d say. He’d drive you home.” He puts up another finger.

Shouto sniffled and fixed his posture, “Why do you know this?”

”You’re friends with my brother. I tend to pick up bits of information on all his friends.” Tensei had a serious look now. “I’d also see you with them while waiting for Tenya after school.”

Shouto went pale.

”What happened to your brothers?” Tensei asked again, he tried to keep his voice soft but it was clear that he was trying to gain intel. Possibly to file a report once he was on duty.

At this rate, Shouto wouldn’t be surprised if he filed something regardless.

Shouto clenched his eyes and shook his head, no words were coming out because his brain was preventing him from coming up with a clever lie. “Nothing! Please, just take me to Sekoto Peak!”

Tensei wasn’t very fond of this, but Shouto seemed to be in a genuine state of panic. In defeat, he started up the car again and drove to Sekoto Peak which was only about two minutes away. There was nothing he could do if Shouto wouldn’t say anything, especially since there’s no visible signs of abuse on his body except for the fresh scratches on his arms.

Once they reached Sekoto Peak, he tried one more time to get through Shouto. But of course, he refused to share any more information. The second he heard the car door unlock, he forced the door open and ran out.

”I’m letting you off the hook this time. Only because I’m off the clock,” Tensei warned. “Next time, I’m taking you straight to your Dad!”

Shouto couldn’t give two shits. He just kept running until he found himself surrounded by large trees. Trees large enough that he was sure the leaves will cover all the sunlight once they grew back.

 

He found a dead stump and sat down on it to catch his breath. His heart was racing from the thoughts of Tensei reporting his family and the feeling of becoming Enji’s newest play thing.

”He wouldn’t-“ Shouto gasped, “Dad said- he said he’s sorry after he found out Natsu ran away!”

Shouto went back to scratching his arms as he hyperventilates, “Dad doesn’t wanna hurt me! He’s trying to change!”

“Is he really?” An unknown voice in the depths of his mind interrupted him,  “Or is he just saying that so he can continue to be a free man?”

The itchy sensation crawled its way from Shouto’s arm to his neck. And breathing started to become a challenge. He found himself scratching deeply into his neck, and even going down to his collarbone where Touya had left a few hickies. 

“Why did Natsu leave?” Shouto gasped as the once dim sunlight suddenly began to feel brighter, causing a strain in his eyes. “Why, Fuyumi? Why, Mom?”

Thirst.

Shouto’s thirsty.

He reaches into his bag and grunts when he sees that his bottle wasn’t in there.

Oh, the itching was getting worse. He stood up from his stump and started walking around in circles, hoping he’d somehow (magically) find something to drink. 

“Everyone leaves,” he coughs out. The sunlight gets brighter as his head spins. He goes back to the stump and rocks his body back and forth. “What did I do wrong?”

Moments from the night Touya left started hitting him. The sweet final words he told him were beginning to make sense. 

“All that talk about my future wife, being successful, and other crap,” Shouto managed to cough out, “Asshole. Just saying all of his goodbyes to me.”

Things were starting to get dark. 

He started to think about his friends. Yeah, everyone still says hello to him, but none of it mattered if they were just going behind his back to plan hang-out session. 

He knew that after waving goodbye all of his friends would go off and have fun without him. He wasn’t stupid when he saw Midoriya and Ochako get in a car together. He wasn’t stupid when he saw Bakugo often whispering something to Tenya in class while glancing in Shouto’s direction for a few seconds.

”They talk about me, and avoid me.” Shouto hissed.

”Sometimes, all you need is someone older who’ll listen to your issues. Like a big brother.”

Tensei’s voice echoed in his mind- and maybe he shouldn’t have thought about Tenya. Shouto’s stomach turned with jealousy. Angry that Tenya has something he’ll never truly have.

”He doesn’t deserve it,” Shouto thought, “But I do. I deserve love. I deserve someone to fucking talk to.” 

“But do I really?” He thought.

His eyesight is getting blurry now, and his body was starting to shut down.

“Fuck you, Dad.” Shouto lets it all happen. He closes his eyes, ready to take the world’s most uncomfortable depression nap. “Fucking hate you. Bastard. Dammit.”

---

Midoriya: You didn’t show up after school so I left your homework in your mailbox
Midoriya: I didn’t knock because I know how your dad is with sudden guests

Delivered

 

Shouto woke up with a groan. He should’ve turned his phone off before taking a nap in the middle of Sekoto Peak.

Actually, he shouldn’t have been sleeping there at all. His uniform was covered in dirt and he was fairly certain that his white hair had a light brown aura thanks to the ground. His face was all scratched up which was when he realized he slept near a bunch of fallen twigs and pebbles. 

He read the messages from Midoriya and let out an annoyed huff. It was pitch dark and the only form of light he had was the pale moonlight and the flashlight that was already built into his phone. He turned it on and stumbled through all the trees and bushes, constantly tripping and falling. It ruined his uniform even more. But eventually, he found his way out of the woods.

 

It was near midnight, and the city lights were still shining. Drunken men toppled out of bars with women who were equally drunk. All of them laughing, singing, or doing anything to pass the time. 

Shouto stared at the grown ups enjoying themselves and he wondered, “What did they do to end up drunk and wasted in the city?”

Before one of the men noticed his curious eyes, he speed-walked down the busy street. He was sure he was lost, his phone battery was close to dying. Shouto debated on whether he should call somebody or if he should hitchhike. But both options would only lead to him being asked multiple different questions. Not a single one would’ve been pleasurable to answer. 

So he gave up, and started walking around some more. He stepped into every store, walked around, eyed all the bright, flashy merchandise just to leave after a couple of minutes. 

His father didn’t come to his mind at all. In fact, nobody did. 

As he was blinded by all the lights, overstimulated by the sounds of people laughing and talking without a care in the world-

He felt his soul slipping out of his body. 

He was conscious of course, yes. But he felt like he was floating. Like he could see himself walking around late at night from above. He chuckled a little to himself as he let loose. His body no longer stiff, his shoulders now hunched and he dragged his feet against the cement pavement- not caring that the fabric on his shoes began to deteriorate. 

In an odd way, being so far from home, lost on the streets with no one knowing about his whereabouts, made him feel free. 

The only person on his mind was Touya. 

Free for the most part, although he was still chained to the thought of his eldest brother. 

It has only been a day since discovering the note and empty room, yet it felt like it’s been decades. At the same time, it didn’t feel like it happened at all. 

His mind was pulled out of the gutter when he saw a small bookstore right next to a street food vendor. 

“That’ll take my mind off of things,” Shouto thought aloud and went inside.

~~~~

”YOU CAN’T JUST WALK IN COVERED IN FILTH!” A young boy, the same age as Shouto, screams.

Shouto yelped in fear, dropping the manga he was skimming through. 

The boy marched over to Shouto and pinched his uniform. “Hmm… YOU GO TO MUSUTAFU MIDDLE SCHOOL, DON’T YOU?”

Shouto pulled away, “Why are you so loud?!”

“SORRY! I’M PRACTICING MY INDOOR VOICE!” The boy bowed down in a rather exaggerated way, “I’m Inasa Yoarashi! You can call me whatever you like!”

”I’ll call you, Loud Mutt Who Can’t Shut Up.” Shouto rolled his eyes and picked up the manga he had dropped.

“You’re funny!” Inasa stood there with a goofy smile, towering over Shouto as if he were waiting for something.

“…What do you want?” Shouto cowered.

”This is where you introduce yourself!” Inasa exclaimed, and Shouto realized that this was a child just like him who was also out late at night.

”Who I am is none of your concern.” Shouto walked to the other side of the store, “I just want to read something.”

Inasa followed him. “It is, actually! My grandparents own this store and we’re about to close! Either talk to me or get out!”

Shouto tilted his head down and whined. “Fine… I’m Shouto Todoroki. I don’t care what you call me.”

“I’ll call you Weird Depressed Kid With An Eye Condition!” Inasa laughed, mocking Shouto’s earlier comment about what he’d call him.

”It’s called HETEROCHROMIA!” Shouto screeched at him, making Inasa freeze. “You finally closed that trap of yours!”

“Inasa?” An elderly man peeked into the room, “Boy, what on Earth are you doing to the customer?!”

Shouto couldn’t help but smirk, “Now you’re gonna get an ass beating for harassing me.”

Inasa tilted his head, “My grandpa wouldn’t do that!” He turned to the old man, “Pops, I was just about to ask him to leave so we can close.”

Inasa’s grandfather crept closer to Todoroki, instantly noticing how filthy the child was. Alarms went off in his head and he raised his hand up to lightly smacked the back of Inasa’s head. Shouto snickered.

”You can’t kick your friend out when he’s in this condition!” He scolded, “What did we tell you about hospitality?!”

Shouto glared, “We aren’t friends- WOAH!”

Inasa’s grandfather grabbed Shouto by the wrist and pulled him through a door that was in the back of the store. Inasa stayed behind to continue sweeping the floors.

Inside was a cozy, small room with dim warm lighting and a table where an old lady sat. 

“Our silly grandson almost kicked his friend out!” Inasa’s grandpa insisted that Shouto was a friend and gestured him to sit across the old lady.

Shouto pressed his lips together and awkwardly sat down. “Hello…” 

She poured some tea into a cup and passed it to him. “Ocha?”

“Oh… thank you.” Shouto awkwardly took the cup and took small sips from it. “Oh my gosh, this is good!”

She giggled and poured herself some tea as well. “Tell me, child. Why are you walking around in this part of the city so late at night? And why has your uniform been thrashed?”

Shouto accidentally took a sip that was too big, the warm liquid caused his chest and back to hurt. “I- ouch- I just didn’t want to go home.”

He knew he shouldn’t share anything with these people. But even though they just heard him shouting at their grandson, they still treated him as a guest. 

“Your mother must be worried.” The grandfather says, grunting as he sat down next to his wife, his knees popping.

”My mom… she’s with her boyfriend right now.” Shouto mumbled with shame.

”We shouldn’t say anything if we don’t know the situation,” the grandmother turned to her husband before he could even respond. “Sweetheart, what about your father?”

Shouto’s face twisted, and she instantly knew it was a tough subject.

”I’m sorry, dear.” She stretched out her wrinkly hand and places it on top of Shouto, “Any friend of Inasa’s is instantly apart of our family.”

Shouto sputtered on his tea. Dammit- they weren’t friends! Shouto literally just met him.

”We have a spare guest room at our home, it’s not too far.” The grandfather said and passes Shouto a phone. “If you can let either of your parents know that you’re with us, you can stay the night.”

”It’s far too dangerous for you to go home on your own. And we walk to our house since it’s such a short distance.” The grandmother squeezes Shouto’s hand this time.

Fuck, he didn’t want to go to a stranger’s house. That’s just asked to get killed, raped, beaten, or all three. Out of that list, only two of those things have happened to Shouto so far. 

But he seriously didn’t have anywhere else to go tonight. He was too angry with his family to even tell Natsuo and Fuyumi what happened. He pouts his lip as he tries to consider the offer. If he rejects them, he might have to sleep in a dumpster tonight. 

“I’ll… text somebody.” Shouto muttered and took his phone out.

 

Shouto: Dad?

 

Enji shot up from his bed, he didn’t think he was seeing things right.

 

Enji: Yes?
Enji: Are you okay, son?

“Shut the hell up…” Shouto whispered, trying his best not to have Inasa’s grandparents hear his foul language.

 

Shouto: I’m staying with a friend tonight

Enji: Just stay safe. Text me when you want to come home.
Enji: I’ll be ready to pick you up. I want to be a better father for you. I swear.

 

Shouto rolled his eyes again and left his message unanswered. “My Dad said it’s fine.”

Inasa stepped into the room with a brook in his hand, “I’m done sweeping!”

”Good news, Inasa!” His grandma clasped her hands together, “Your little friend is staying the night!”

The smile was instantly wiped away from Inasa’s face, and plastered onto Shouto’s. 

“First sleepover, right, friend?” Shouto found it a little humorous how fast he went from claiming he wasn’t Inasa’s friend, to staying over at his place.

Before Inasa can protest, his grandfather smacked him upside the head. “Let’s lock up and head home!”

---

”What is going on…” Inasa muttered as he walked down the hallway in his house with Shouto following right behind him.

”Sorry for the inconvenience,” Shouto sighed. “I got nowhere else to be.”

Inasa didn’t say anything. He wasn’t angry, just confused. “You stay in the guest room tonight. The bath is downstairs.”

”Thank you…” Shouto stepped inside and looked around. Inasa’s house was also a traditional Japanese home just like Shouto’s. Although, his had a more rural, worn out vibe while Shouto’s house was more like a mansion. 

“I’m going to go help my grandmother make dinner. When you’ve finished bathing, come join us.” Inasa pats him on the shoulder, not caring about the dirt particles that flew off his clothes from the contact.

~~~~

Shouto stared at his naked body in the bathroom mirror. His body was covered in Touya’s now-faded hickies and self inflicted scratches. He ran his fingers over the markings, sighing at the slight burning sensation. Shouto kicks his dirty clothes into a corner and steps into the bath tub, softly crying as the water and soap burns his skin.

As he cleans himself, he thinks back to a few days ago when he was bathing with Touya. He missed the way his brother massaged the shampoo into his scalp, he loved how those big, veiny hands roamed around his body, spreading the soap around. 

Shouto tilts his head back and moaned at the memories, wishing Touya was here to clean the dirt from his body. He stood up again and went back to touching his wounds, his pained cries started to turn to pleasurable moans. 

“Touya-nii… hurt me like we’re back in bed…” Shouto huffed.

Without any warning, the door swung open and Shouto shrieked at the top of his lungs. 

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” Inasa screamed at him, “I told you the bathroom was downstairs! That’s the guest’s bathroom! Why are you in the upstairs one- this is OUR BATHROOM! WHY ISN’T THE DOOR LOCKED?!”

Shouto couldn’t find anything to cover his body, so he slammed his ass down to the floor of the bath tub and brought his knees up to his chest. “Why the fuck would the family bathroom be right next to the guest room?!”

Inasa turned red from anger and embarrassment- mainly embarrassment as he turned his eyes away, “I don’t know! Fine- I’m sorry- just hurry it up!”

”Wait, Inasa!” Shouto stopped him.

”Shut up, I left some of my spare clothes for you downstairs, I need to bring them up here now!” Inasa slammed the door shut and ran downstairs to retrieve the clothing.

Shouto sighed with relief, but the moment was quickly finished when he realized something horrible.

Inasa most likely saw the marks on his body.

The bathroom was slightly steamy, there was a chance Inasa didn’t see anything at all.

~~~~

Inasa stood at the end of the hall, waiting for Shouto to come out of the bathroom. He put a small stool outside of the door with a folder shirt, sweatpants, and a new pair of boxers Inasa had quickly bought from down the street. He also went out of his way to put Shouto’s dirty uniform into the washing machine.

As he waited, he kept thinking back to when he walked in on Shouto. For a second, he saw glimpses of red on his collarbone. It seemed alarming, but he couldn’t tell if they were injuries or if the temperature of the water was so high it made his skin red.

The door creaked open, and Shouto’s arm peeked out for a second to snatch the clothes. After a few minutes, he stuck his head out.

”Yoarashi?” He called out.

”What’s up, Todoroki?” He tried to keep a smile on, wanting to be hospitable for the strange guest. 

“I… I can’t wear this shirt.” Shouto whispered. It was a short sleeved shirt, but since Inasa was a few sizes bigger, it was baggy on Shouto. Not only were the scratches bright and visible on his arms, they were also exposed on his neck and chest along with Touya’s hickies.

Inasa marched to the door to get a good look, but Shouto shuts it on him. 

“No! You can’t look!” He screamed.

”Come on, it can’t be that bad!” Inasa tried nudging the door open, but Shouto refused, pushing the door back on him.

”Don’t you have a hoodie or something?!” Shouto begged.

”Fine!” Inasa stomped his feet in place a couple of times, making it sound like he was walking away from the door. He counted for a few seconds, waiting to see if he could hear Shouto moving away. 

He suddenly heard the sink’s faucet turn on, so with a wide grin, he barged inside of the bathroom.

Shouto shrieked in fear and turned his back towards Inasa. But it was too late. He got a better look this time and clearly saw the scratches and bruises on him.

”Is that how you always treat your guests?!” Shouto sobbed, trying his best to cover himself but failing.

Inasa’s cruel prank turned serious, guilt filled his mind as he stepped closer. “Hey, I’m sorry, man.”

”Get away from me or I’ll slam your head against the sink,” Shouto hissed an empty threat.

”Who did this to you?” Inasa gently pulled Shouto closer to him by the shoulders.

He tried pulling back, but Inasa kept a firm grip on him. There was something about the way Shouto was being handled that somehow managed to calm him. Inasa wasn’t being harsh, he was actually worried about the state Todoroki was in.

”Todoroki, I know we just met, but… oh my God, why were you out so late covered in dirt and walking by yourself?!” His jaw tightened as he held onto Shouto. 

Shouto held his tears back, trying not to show how vulnerable he can become. “Just get me a stupid hoodie! I know you have one, you fucking pervert!”

Inasa gasped and slowly released Shouto. He stepped out of the room and later returned with a hoodie that he grew out of the year prior. It fit Shouto perfectly, covering his collar enough so the hickies were hidden. 

Shouto sniffled, keeping his eyes to the ground. “When’s dinner…”

”We can’t just ignore what I saw.” Inasa tugs at the hoodie, “I did what you asked, now you tell me what happened.”

”Boys!” Inasa’s grandmother called from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready!”

Shouto shoved Inasa aside and made his way to the stairs. “Just forget it. You won’t see me again after tonight.”

~~~~~~

”Inasa? Pork katsu is your favorite, your grandmother worked hard to cook tonight.” His grandfather points at his bowl.

”What’s the matter? You usually scarf up your meal.” His grandmother tried to take the utensil from him to feed him herself.

Shouto watched as Inasa took his utensils back, using the chopsticks to pick up a piece of pork. He was down with half his meal already, not wanting to be anymore disrespectful by not eating his food.

Inasa forced himself to swallow his food, his stomach felt nauseous since he couldn’t get the images of Shouto’s body out of his head. “I’m fine, grandma.”

Shouto quickly finished up his dinner and stood up. “Thank you for the meal.” He took his bowl and went to go wash it, a little surprised that nobody had stopped him. 

Once he was done, he noticed how lovely their backyard looked. There were small garden lights scattered around that illuminated all the plants. 

“Can I sit outside?” Shouto asked.

”Of course!” The grandfather stood up, the joints in his bones cracking as he limped over to the door, opening it nice and wide for Shouto to step out.

Inasa’s eyes widen and he quickly began shoving food down his throat, knowing his body will reject it sooner or later. “Thanks for the meal!” He got up and ran to the backyard.

”Wash your plate-“ His grandfather was cut off.

”Let him be with his friend.” His grandmother smiled. 

“If the guest can wash his plate, so can he.” He grumbled, washing the dishes himself.

~~~~

”Come on.” Inasa sat down next to him.

Shouto was silent. He was sitting in front of a small flower bed full of the blue flowers his mom loves. “Why do you care? You don’t know me.”

Inasa stammered, “I see a child covered in marks- SPECIFIC marks- that he should never have. I’m worried sick, and I don’t need to be your childhood best friend to offer any help.”

Shouto slowly looked up at him, “If I tell you, will you promise to keep it to yourself?”

”I’m great at keeping promises!” Inasa boasted again, sounding more like the socially unaware boy at the book store.

Shouto looked at the flowers again and took a deep breath as he tried to gather his thoughts. “My brother.”

Inasa’s eyes widen. He thought of the possibilities, but any of Shouto’s relatives didn’t occur to him. “What…? You can’t be serious.”

“It’s not like he did any of it to hurt me,” Shouto shrugged. “Trust me, it felt really fucking good.” He laughed a little.

”Oh, right, because getting all filthy and scratched up equals having a great time!” Inasa raised his voice.

”Huh? No, I scratched myself and I was dirty because I slept in the woods.” Shouto nodded at his own words, he felt like he sounded casual enough. 

Inasa glares at him, “Dude…”

Shouto lets out an exaggerated groan, “What could you possible want out of me?! I never even told anyone else about this! You’re the first one.”

In most cases, Inasa would feel happy to be the only one in on a secret. But not right now. 

“I just want to know how you ended up like this…” Inasa whispered, afraid his grandparents might hear them. “Please, Todoroki. Let’s say we really don’t see each other ever again. Then I won’t be here to bring it up.” 

Shouto furrowed his brows and spills everything. “Fine, but only because I’m out of here tomorrow. My brother fucked me, like actually fucked me a few days ago and ran away from home. Leaving me behind with our dad- who fucked him when he was about my age.” 

“Give me a second.” Inasa stood up and went back into the house. Shouto fiddled with his fingers, waiting for him to come back until he heard the distant sounds of Inasa puking. 

“SHOULDN’T HAVE ATE SO DAMN FAST!” Inasa’s grandfather can be heard as well.

He came back with a breath mint and a bottle of water. “Continue.”

“I got this friend who has a healthy and normal relationship with his own brother. And his brother made me have some panic attack.” Shouto rolled up his sleeves. “I asked him to drop me off near the mountains where I started scratching myself to try and calm down. I passed out on the dirt and was asleep for a few hours and woke up when the stars and moon were already out.”

Inasa didn’t wait for Shouto to keep speaking. He pulled him in for a tight hug. “Todoroki…”

”Fuck, don’t touch me.” Shouto grunts with disgust, although the hug surprisingly felt nice.

”It’s not fair… you’re just a kid. WE’RE just kids.” Inasa held him tighter. “You must’ve been scared and alone walking around town.”

”Tch, I’m not scared of anything except my dad.” Shouto mumbled into Inasa’s chest. “Let me go.”

But he didn’t. He continued to hold Shouto in his embrace. They stayed like that for a while, the only sounds they heard were the sounds of crickets and the light buzzing from the garden lights. As Shouto stared at the blue flowers, he thought about how he was lying like it’s nothing. 

He’s scared of everything going on right now. 

“Everyone left me behind.” Shouto whispered. “My Mom is with her boyfriend. My second brother moved in with my sister. And all my eldest brother left behind was a note.”

Shouto’s eyes burned, and he finally let the tears roll down. “I don’t want to go home, Yoarashi. I don’t want anything to do with my dad, nor my family! I hate them! I hate everyone!”

”Calm down, Todoroki!” Inasa tried to comfort him but he was beginning to panic as well. “Just don’t go home tomorrow!”

”Are you insane?!” Shouto hissed and pulled back, “I don’t fucking know you! I met you almost two hours ago! It’s bad enough I’m staying the night.”

Inasa shook his head, “Just for a couple of days, at least stay the weekend. My grandparents are convinced we’re besties, so it should be fine.” 

“I don’t have clothes. All of yours are way too big.” Shouto says, referring to the hoodie and sweatpants he was currently wearing. 

“We’ll buy you cheap stuff from the same store I bought the underwear from.” Inasa shoved his hand in his pocket and took out a small amount of cash, “I have more money in my room, but we can buy you clothes with my savings!”

”You can’t-“

”-I will.”

Inasa had never been so serious about something in his entire life. He whole heartedly believes that Shouto is an asshole, but he’s still a kid going through unimaginable pain both physically and emotionally. 

He needed to help him.

”Please, stay with my family.” Inasa’s voice cracked.

Shouto couldn’t understand why he was so kind after all he did was give him a bratty attitude. 

“Do you see those flowers?” Shouto whispered.

Inasa’s eye twitched with the way he changed the topic. ”The Rindou?” 

Shouto nods, “They’re my Mom’s favorite. Touya even got her favorite flowers tattooed all over his neck and arms.”

”Who’s Touya?” Inasa asked as he reached for the blue flowers, feeling the softness of the petals.

”My brother, or course.” Shouto leaned in to sniff them, “Even though they were only tattoos, my brother would still smell like her flowers. Only if he was laying off the weed.”

As sweet as it sounded, the last sentence caught Inasa off guard. But when Shouto plucked one of the flowers off and held it close to his chest, Inasa finally got an answer to his offer.

”I’ll stay with you. Just for the weekend.”

Notes:

It dont matter how many times you read over something there WILL be a typo