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Todoroki Touya and Todoroki Dabi were identical in every way that mattered, bone structure, voice, the narrow flick of their eyes, so much so that even their parents had to rely on their instincts to tell them apart. Spoiler: they often failed.
Touya was the quiet one, a polite son with neat handwriting and a gaze that cut deep when he got serious. Dabi, on the other hand, was chaos in motion, sarcastic, grinning, always ready to start something he wouldn’t finish.
They’d switched places since they were five, for exams, detentions, dates.
“You owe me a blowjob,” Dabi once teased after suffering through Touya’s field test.
“You wish,” Touya had replied flatly, not even looking up from his notes.
At twenty, they both got into the same college, much to Dabi’s delight and Touya’s slow-burning dread. Touya enrolled in engineering. Dabi went for sports sponsorship, more interested in jerseys and bodies than lectures or career planning.
“Look at you, all serious in that lab coat,” Dabi grinned, looping an arm around Touya’s neck as they walked the campus. “You look like you’re about to fix a nuclear reactor. Or maybe ruin one.”
Touya rolled his eyes. “You're the meltdown.”
Their dorms were only a building apart. Still, they spent most nights in the same room, Touya studying while Dabi sprawled on the bed, phone in hand.
“You’re wasting your youth,” Dabi often sighed.
“You’re wasting oxygen,” Touya would reply.
Despite their differences, their bond was unshakeable. They’d fought each other bloody and made up over cheap instant ramen. Dabi could mock Touya to hell, but anyone else tried it? Dabi would have them crying before the second insult left their mouth.
Then Keigo happened. Keigo Takami, soft smile, golden hair, with that effortless magnetism that made people lean in too close, laugh too easily. Dabi noticed him first. “Bet I can make him fall for me in a week,” he said smugly.
Touya didn’t answer then, just glanced once at Keigo across the campus lawn. It was brief, almost nothing, but Dabi caught it. That glance held something. Something that didn’t belong in Touya’s usually emotionless stare. And Dabi knew.
“…Oh,” Dabi muttered, biting the inside of his cheek. “We’re both fucked, huh?” He wasn’t smiling now. There was a strange twist in his chest as he watched Touya tuck his hair behind his ear and turn away. He felt something uncomfortable settle into his gut and stay.
Keigo was sunshine wrapped in silk, the kind of person who made you feel like you were the only one in the room. And he liked Touya. That became obvious when Keigo started waiting outside his classes, smiling like the sun was a secret only they shared.
Not even a month passed before they were a thing. Touya never said it outright, he rarely did, but the subtle changes were there. The slightly softer edges, the late-night texts he didn’t share, the way Keigo would call him “Touya” with that low warmth in his voice.
Dabi played it off. Shrugged when their friends asked. “Good for him,” he said with a lopsided grin and teeth he didn’t feel. He thought maybe it was just attraction. Maybe he just wanted Keigo because Touya had him. Jealousy. Competitive impulse. It’d pass. It always did.
It didn’t. Three months in, and Dabi still caught himself watching Keigo’s mouth when he talked. Still felt his chest tighten when Keigo laughed too brightly at Touya’s jokes. Still hated how familiar Keigo felt, like something Dabi could’ve had. Should’ve had.
Keigo tilted his head, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion, the moment Dabi approached the campus café. He was leaning against a bench, still in his lecture hoodie, iced coffee in one hand. “Touya… or Dabi?” he asked, voice lilting.
“Hmmm. I wonder,” Dabi teased, dragging the word out as he leaned forward slightly, letting his mouth curl into a sharp grin. He loved doing this, watching Keigo squint, uncertain, searching for the subtle tells between them.
“Oh, I hate this game,” Keigo groaned, but his smile gave him away. He leaned in too, nose crinkling as he stared hard. “Touya?” he guessed, sounding more hopeful than sure.
“Wrong… it’s Dabi,” Dabi replied, fingers sliding into his jacket pocket. He watched the flicker in Keigo’s expression, small disappointment, and it made Dabi’s heart ache.
Keigo grinned anyway. “You almost had me this time.” With a shrug, he gestured toward the café door. “Come on. Lunch is still lunch.” And just like that, Dabi was walking beside the boy he wasn’t supposed to want.
Touya was drowning in coursework. Between late-night labs and endless circuits, he’d grown more distracted, more distant. Keigo noticed, but he never complained. Still, one evening in Touya’s room, while Dabi sprawled across his bed thumbing his phone, Touya ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
“I have a date with Keigo tonight,” Touya mumbled, eyes glued to his unfinished lab report. “But this isn’t done, and I can’t afford another late submission…” He hesitated, glancing at his twin. “Will you go in my place?”
Dabi blinked, looked up slowly. “Are you hearing yourself right now?” he asked, raising a brow. “You want me to impersonate you. On a date . With your boyfriend.” His voice was flat, but his stomach turned. Of course Touya didn’t see the problem.
“It’s just one night,” Touya said, tiredly. “He won’t notice. You’re better at charming people anyway.” His voice was steady, but there was a plea under it. Dabi stared, jaw ticking, then finally sighed and tossed his phone aside.
He took Keigo to the aquarium. Not because he had to, but because he remembered something Keigo once said. A throwaway comment in Touya’s room, admiring some fish sticker on a water bottle. Dabi remembered. He always remembered the stupid things that made Keigo smile.
“…God, that fish is ugly,” Dabi muttered, pointing at the bloated, bug-eyed thing pressing against the tank glass. He wrinkled his nose, hand still stuffed in his hoodie pocket.
Keigo laughed, unbothered. “I know, right?” His arm looped casually through Dabi’s, their sides pressed. “Come on. There’s so much to look at.” He bumped their shoulders. “You’ve been so busy lately. You forgot to text me, y’know.”
“I’m sorry,” Dabi said smoothly, slipping into Touya’s cadence. “You know how the lab gets.” It wasn’t a lie, not really. He was busy. Busy thinking about Keigo’s mouth. Busy wondering what it would feel like to be chosen instead of borrowed.
“How’s that project with Professor Kwon?” Keigo asked, eyes flicking to Dabi’s face as they moved through the glow-lit tunnel. “Still being a pain in the ass?” He sounded genuinely curious, warm.
“Uh… yeah. I guess?” Dabi said, trying to recall the name Touya always cursed. He gave a half-shrug. It wasn’t perfect, but close enough to pass.
Keigo squinted. “You guess ? You’re always ranting to me about him. Last time you said he was the devil and should be fired and/or thrown in the tank with the eels…”
“Keigo,” Dabi cut in, gently, “let’s not talk about my classes tonight, yeah? We’re here to enjoy things, right?” His voice was lower now, intentional. Keigo stopped walking for half a second.
Keigo’s eyes widened. Then slowly, a grin spread across his lips, open and delighted. “Yes,” he breathed, stepping closer. “I’m sorry. Oh my god, I love this side of you.” He pressed closer, arm still hooked tight, their hips brushing.
Dabi swallowed. “Do you?” he asked, soft, softer than he meant to be. Something in Keigo’s warmth disarmed him, made it too easy to forget this wasn’t his moment to have. But he asked anyway, because he needed to hear it.
Keigo nodded without hesitation, his hand still around Dabi’s arm. “Yes… of course. I love everything about you,” he said gently, eyes glinting beneath the reflected blue light of the cave tunnel. “Even the weird mood swings. Even when you forget to text.”
Dabi leaned in before he could stop himself, drawn to the way Keigo’s lips parted slightly in anticipation, the shimmer in his lashes, the way the fish floated weightlessly around them like witnesses. He kissed him under the glowing cave of water and glass.
Behind his eyes, guilt flickered. I’m sorry, Touya. But it didn’t stop him. His lips moved against Keigo’s like he’d dreamed about for months, tongue teasing the seam, fingers brushing the side of Keigo’s jaw like it was something delicate. Something he wasn’t allowed to want.
Keigo blushed when they pulled apart, eyes wide and dazed. His breath caught for a second, chest rising, lips swollen. “It’s rare you kiss me so suddenly,” he murmured, laughter caught between surprise and breathlessness. “You usually get all shy and stiff first.”
“Well…” Dabi smirked, shifting closer again, watching the flush deepen on Keigo’s cheeks. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, gaze steady. “Couldn’t help it.” He tilted his head just slightly, brushing his thumb over Keigo’s lower lip. “You always look beautiful. You just don’t know it.”
Keigo’s breath hitched again, and he leaned in, forehead resting briefly against Dabi’s. “What’s gotten into you today?” he asked, voice low, warm, threading his fingers through Dabi’s. “You’re different. A little bolder. I like it.” His fingers squeezed, laced perfectly.
“Maybe I just stopped pretending I’m not into you,” Dabi said, lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. His voice came rougher now, like it’d scraped past every unsaid thing. “Is that such a crime?”
Keigo’s expression softened, eyes searching Dabi’s face with something closer to wonder than suspicion. “No,” he whispered, breath warming the space between them. “No crime.” He tilted his chin again, inviting. “Then kiss me like you mean it.”
Dabi leaned in again, lips pressing to Keigo’s with more intent this time, mouth warm, tongue sliding against his slowly, tasting the soft gasp Keigo gave. It wasn’t sweet anymore. It was greedy. Needy. And Keigo clung to him like he’d been starving.
When they finally parted, Keigo’s gaze dropped, a soft flush across his cheeks. “...It’s been a while,” he murmured, voice husky. Then, quieter still, “They have love hotels around here… Wanna check one out? Just for a bit?”
God, Dabi wanted to say yes. The heat in his chest screamed for it. To see Keigo like that, really see him, under him. But instead, he exhaled sharply, forced calm. “I’ve got some lab work. Reports. Deadlines. Maybe next time?”
Keigo pouted, eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re always busy,” he said with a half-sigh. “Last time we did anything was, like, a century ago. And Dabi’s always in your room, so I can’t even sneak anything when I try.” He dragged a hand through his hair.
Dabi raised a brow, curious. “Dabi, huh?” he echoed.
“Yeah.” Keigo’s ears reddened. “It’s embarrassing, okay? Doing anything in front of him. You know how he is. Always teasing. And if he ever found out…” He trailed off, looking anywhere but Dabi’s eyes.
“Found out what?” Dabi asked, voice gentler now.
“That we, uh… do it,” Keigo muttered, face heating more. “He’d totally think I’m the horny one or something.” He kicked at the ground, clearly flustered. “He’d never let me live it down.”
Dabi couldn’t help it, he laughed. “Don’t laugh at me, Touya,” Keigo whined. “Last time he teased me about my jacket, I never wore it again!”
Dabi turned to look at him, still grinning. “And why does it matter?” His voice dipped a little.
Keigo blinked. “What?”
“His opinion. Why does it matter to you?” Dabi asked, more serious than before. “Why care what Dabi thinks?”
Keigo shrugged, almost shy. “I don’t know. Maybe… ‘cause he’s your twin? It’s like… he’s a part of you. So sometimes, I guess I want his opinion too.” He smiled faintly. “Feels stupid saying it out loud.”
Dabi bit his lip, hard. Twin, huh? he thought, bitter curling under his ribs. That’s what Keigo saw when he looked at him. Not Dabi. Not him . Just a half of something that belonged to Touya. Even now, even here, Keigo didn’t know.
“Come on,” Dabi said, swallowing the ache. He turned, voice light again. “It’s late. Let’s go grab something to eat before we head back.” He didn’t wait for Keigo’s answer, just started walking.
When Dabi got back to Touya’s room, the light was still on. Touya was hunched over his desk, fingers tapping out numbers and code, the same report that had kept him chained there all day. The screen glowed blue across his pale face.
“Still didn’t finish?” Dabi asked, landing face-first on Touya’s bed with a sigh. He stretched like a cat, clearly comfortable where he didn’t belong.
“Just a bit more,” Touya muttered, not looking up. “How was the date?”
“We went to the aquarium,” Dabi replied casually, flipping onto his back. “He asked to stay the night at a hotel.” His tone was light. “You know. The usual.”
Touya finally looked up. His chair creaked as he slowly turned toward Dabi. “What?”
“Yeah,” Dabi said, eyes on the ceiling. “I fucked him. He was nice. Sweet. Loud.” He grinned without looking over. “Real responsive.”
Touya’s expression darkened. He stood from his chair, the legs scraping against the floor. “...Fuck you, Dabi.”
Dabi turned his head, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, relax,” he drawled. “I’m just kidding. I only kissed him. Like… twice. You know, to sell the illusion. Can’t blow the cover.” He flashed a smirk Touya didn’t return.
Touya sat back down, silent, resuming his typing. “Yeah. Right.”
Dabi watched him for a moment, then rolled onto his side. “Are you mad at me?” he asked.
“No.”
It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. Something tight lingered in Touya’s shoulders. His fingers kept typing, but slower.
Dabi hesitated, then sat up, eyes on his brother’s back. “Can I do that again?” he asked, voice just above a whisper. “The aquarium. The kiss. All of it.”
Touya didn’t answer. His screen flickered slightly as he scrolled, still focused. But he didn’t turn. Didn’t tell Dabi to shut up. That silence said enough.
So Dabi stood up quietly, slid his hands into his pockets, and walked out of the room without another word. The door shut with a soft finality, and Touya didn’t look up, not even when the silence felt heavier than any guilt he’d earned.
Touya had always known. From the moment Dabi’s eyes stopped meeting his, from the way his voice stiffened the first time Keigo kissed him in front of their dorm, Touya knew . Dabi had fallen for Keigo too. And it wasn’t just lust.
“Good for you,” Dabi had muttered once, without looking at him. “At least you’re not jerking off to porn in secret anymore.” The words were flippant and crude, but his voice was bitter. Like watching someone eat what you’ve been starving for.
The date had only been an excuse. Touya had known that when he asked. He shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have given Dabi the opportunity. But god , it hurt. Seeing that look in Dabi’s eyes every time Keigo showed up smiling at the door, arms full of affection.
Dabi was his twin. His other half. And he loved him, in a way that defied explanation. Not romantically. Not sexually. But wholly. Completely. Seeing Dabi looking at Keigo the way he did, like he was watching something he could never touch, twisted Touya’s chest every time.
“...Touya, you hear me?” Keigo’s voice broke through the haze, soft but insistent. They were tangled on Touya’s bed, Keigo lazily splayed on top of him, fingers tracing absentminded shapes on his chest.
“I’m sorry,” Touya murmured, blinking back to reality. “What were you saying?”
“The café,” Keigo said with a grin. “The one we went to yesterday? I want to go again. I’ve been craving that chicken glaze all day.” He nuzzled against Touya’s collar.
Touya hesitated. Slowly nodded. But he didn’t remember. He hadn’t been there. It was Dabi who had taken Keigo yesterday, Dabi who sat across from him, who probably watched him lick glaze off his fingers.
“What about it?” Touya asked carefully, letting his hands settle on Keigo’s thighs.
“Let’s go again next time,” Keigo said, eyes shining. “I wanna eat that chicken glaze again. You said I eat too much chicken though and I was gaining weight.” He pouted as he said it, clearly half-teasing.
Touya chuckled, soft and distracted. “You’re cute either way.” He leaned up to kiss Keigo’s neck gently, if only to hide the guilt creeping into his throat.
“That’s not what you said yesterday!” Keigo whined, batting at Touya’s shoulder. “You said my ass looked like it belonged to someone who lived in a chicken coop.”
Touya laughed but kissed his jaw again anyway. “Maybe I was just jealous your ass gets more attention than mine.”
“You love my ass,” Keigo said with a grin, voice low and smug. He rolled his hips down, grinding against the shape of Touya’s growing arousal through his clothes. His movements were lazy, teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“F-Fuck, Keigo,” Touya hissed, his fingers tightening at Keigo’s hips. He wasn’t prepared for how quick his body responded, how much he needed the distraction, how fast everything heated between them.
“Let’s do it,” Keigo whispered, lips brushing against Touya’s collarbone. His voice was breathy now, eager. “Dabi’s not coming here today, right?”
Touya grabbed Keigo’s ass firmly in both hands and ground them together harder, earning a breathless gasp. “Nngh… he’s not. He has practice at the field. He won’t be back until late.”
They moved with quiet urgency, tugging at each other’s clothes, shirts sliding off shoulders, belts undone, zippers tugged. Touya reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the familiar bottle of lube, his breath already ragged with anticipation.
He kissed Keigo again, deep and lingering, before sliding one slicked finger between the blond’s thighs. Keigo’s breath hitched immediately, body twitching into the touch. “Ah… Touya,” he moaned softly. “It’s been a while…”
Touya’s eyes softened as he kissed Keigo’s temple, slowly working his hand. “I know. Relax for me, yeah?” His voice was low, coaxing, patient, but the tension in his jaw betrayed how much control it cost him.
Touya’s fingers moved with a careful rhythm, pressing in deeper until Keigo gasped and clutched at him. When he pushed in the second finger, Keigo let out a needy moan, back arching as his thighs twitched. “Hurry up, Touya,” he panted, tone bordering on whiny.
Touya chuckled lowly, breath ghosting over Keigo’s jaw as he curled his fingers just right. “Aren’t you impatient today?” he murmured, voice warm but teasing, his free hand steadying Keigo’s hip as it bucked. “You used to beg prettier than that.”
“Y-yeahh,” Keigo groaned, stroking Touya’s cock with a shaky hand. “I want this now, inside me…ah, Touya…” His lips pressed to Touya’s neck, open-mouthed and desperate. “Oh fuck, deeper… go deeper, please,” he whined, the need in his voice raw, trembling.
Touya gently eased the third finger in, pausing when Keigo gasped and clenched hard around him. His voice was soft, breath warm against Keigo’s temple. “You’ve tightened so much,” he murmured, almost apologetic in tone, as though Keigo’s body overwhelmed him too.
“Mnghh…yes,” Keigo moaned, hips jerking helplessly. “Y-you better h-hurry… oh fuck, that spot…Touyaaa…” His voice pitched higher, broken, as he began rocking on Touya’s fingers, fucking himself with sharp, desperate rhythm. His chest pressed to Touya’s, slick with heat and sweat.
Touya’s mouth moved against Keigo’s neck, planting kisses just below his ear. Then his teeth grazed the skin lightly, biting without marking, like a silent promise. “Careful,” he whispered, voice low. “You’ll wear yourself out before I even begin.”
Keigo let out a breathless laugh, tangled in a groan. “Nghh…I don’t care,” he managed, grinding down harder. “Don’t be so gentle, I swear, fuck….Touya, more. Just like that. Keep going…” His nails dragged lightly down Touya’s chest, seeking more contact, more friction.
Touya’s fingers curled again, precisely, drawing a full-body shiver from Keigo. He watched him carefully, eyes dark and focused.“You’re incredible,” Touya murmured against Keigo’s cheek. “Do you know what you do to me like this?” His breath hitched despite himself.
Keigo’s laugh was shaky, lips brushing Touya’s ear. “God, you’re gonna say something sweet and kill me before you fuck me, huh?” he panted, voice uneven. “You’re the only guy who’d finger someone like he’s saying grace.”
Touya huffed a quiet laugh, cheeks slightly pink, even now. “I like taking my time,” he replied softly, pulling his fingers back just enough to draw another whine. “You deserve to be treated carefully.” His eyes flicked down, then back to Keigo’s. “Even when you’re impatient.”
Keigo leaned down, pressing their foreheads together, breath trembling. “Just don’t stop. Don’t stop touching me like that,” he whispered. “You make me feel like I’m worth something.”
Touya stilled briefly at that, fingers still inside, gaze sharp and unreadable. Then, slowly, he kissed Keigo again. “You are,” he said against Keigo’s lips. “You always are.” Then he shifted beneath him, hand reaching for the lube again.
Touya spread the lube across his hand first, warming it slightly before slicking his cock with slow, practiced care. His breath came soft as he watched Keigo, expression calm but focused. “Do you… want to ride me?” he asked, voice almost shy in its gentleness.
“Y-yes,” Keigo breathed, eyes dark and glassy. “Don’t care anymore,” he mumbled as he slapped Touya’s hand away with a grin, half-desperate. He straddled him slowly, gripping Touya’s thighs, then began to sink down inch by inch, jaw slack with the stretch.
“Mnghh….ahhh,” Keigo cried out, thighs trembling as he took more. His eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back, every breath punched out of him. “Touya… Touya…” The name left his lips like a chant, shaky and reverent. “You’re too good… f-fuck…”
“K-Keigo…” Touya gasped, voice tight with restraint, hands curling gently around Keigo’s hips. “Slowly… just…take your time…” His brows pinched together, jaw clenched as he tried not to buck up into the warmth that surrounded him. “You’re… doing so well.”
Keigo let out a shaky laugh, breathless. “Doing well? What am I, a school project?” But he didn’t stop. He shifted, rolled his hips, moaning as he settled fully. “God, Touya… you’re so big… oh yes, oh yes…” he gasped, hands braced against Touya’s chest.
Touya’s fingers slid along Keigo’s waist, anchoring him gently. “You feel perfect,” he whispered, barely audible, watching every tremble in Keigo’s frame. “Just like this… keep going, Keigo.”
Keigo began to move, bouncing slowly at first, using Touya’s chest for leverage. Each lift and drop drew out louder sounds from him, gasping and moaning openly. “Ohh, ah…Touya, I love your cock,” he panted, laughing breathlessly. “You ruin me every time…”
Touya flushed, ears tinged pink, but he didn’t look away. “You say that like I do this often,” he murmured, voice roughened by restraint. He thrust up gently to meet Keigo’s rhythm, hands steadying him.
Keigo shifted suddenly, lifting himself with effort before turning around and sinking back down into Touya’s lap, now facing away from him. His thighs trembled as he adjusted, hands gripping his own knees for balance. Touya gasped sharply behind him, voice cracking. “F-Fuck… Keigo… you tightened so much….”
Keigo’s head fell back, sweat-damp hair clinging to his flushed skin. “Oh yes… it’s so good,” he moaned, voice loose and wrecked. A drop of spit slipped from his parted lips, sliding down his chin as he bounced faster. “Mmhhnn… Touya, ahhh, you mess me up inside…”
His rhythm broke into erratic, desperate thrusts, each one dragging more pleasure from his core. “I’m gonna cum, Touya, oh god…oh yes, fuck me harder, harder, Touya!” he begged, voice thick with surrender. “Yes, yes, yes…like that…don’t stop, Touya, please, don’t…”
He cried out as he came, spine arching as his body clenched around Touya, trembling violently. At that exact second, the dorm room door creaked open. Dabi’s sports bag dropped to the floor with a dull thud, his eyes wide, breath caught mid-step as he froze.
“…Fuck,” Dabi muttered, low and sharp. His voice barely cut through the thick, wet sounds of Keigo still grinding against Touya’s cock. His gaze locked on the scene, on Keigo, still bouncing, still gasping, skin glowing with sweat and orgasm, Touya buried deep inside him.
Keigo’s eyes flew open, unfocused at first, then locking onto Dabi across the room. His whole body went stiff, breath catching like a glitch in his lungs. “T-Touya, wait…!” he choked, voice panicked now. “D-Dabi’s here…he’s…he’s at the door…”
Touya didn’t hear it at first, too lost in sensation, eyes screwed shut as he gripped Keigo’s hips tighter, thrusting up once more. “Keigo… I’m close, just a little more…” he whispered, lips brushing Keigo’s spine. His voice was soft, oblivious, still wrapped in that private world.
Dabi stood motionless, jaw clenched, fists curling at his sides as the sound of his brother’s breathless thrusts filled the room. His eyes flicked over every inch of Keigo’s body, the way it moved, the way it responded, and the expression on Keigo’s face, mid-ecstasy, shattered him.
Touya’s breath caught, his hips jerked once, then stilled entirely as his release spilled deep inside Keigo, voice barely a whisper. “Ah, Keigo…” he gasped, hands tightening at his hips. Keigo bit down on his knuckle hard, muffling the moan that threatened to rip out of him, trembling from the aftershocks.
For a few long seconds, there was only the sound of labored breathing, then Touya finally opened his eyes. His gaze shifted past Keigo’s shoulder, still dazed, only to lock onto Dabi’s frozen figure by the doorway. His stomach dropped. “W-What the fuck, Dabi?!” he barked, scrambling with one hand to grab the blanket and yank it up around their bodies.
Dabi’s face twisted, half grimace, half grin, all disbelief. “You’re the one who didn’t lock the damn door and decided to fuck like rabbits!” he snapped, voice cracking as he waved a hand. “Don’t act like I wanted to walk in on this!”
Keigo’s face was already crimson, his mouth open as he tried to speak but nothing came out. He just curled tighter under the blanket, mortified, hiding half his face as his thighs remained trembling from the aftermath. “I…I didn’t know, oh god…”
“This is my room, idiot,” Touya growled, arms around Keigo now beneath the covers. His tone was sharper than usual, rattled. “You could’ve knocked. Or used your brain for once.” He glared over the blanket’s edge, cheeks still flushed, but more irritated than ashamed.
Dabi scoffed, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Yeah, well, usually when I come in here there’s a stressed-out nerd doing spreadsheets, not a full-body porno shoot going on!” He paced a step back, expression unreadable now. “Jesus, the noises, I thought someone was dying in here.”
“Please… just go, Dabi,” Keigo’s voice came muffled under the blanket. His hands were pressed to his face, hiding behind Touya’s shoulder. “I’m going to literally evaporate. Right now. Into dust.” His voice cracked, half humiliation, half high-pitched desperation.
Dabi paused at the doorframe, exhaling hard through his nose. “Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the floor now. “Sure. I’ll go.” But his voice was hollow, and he didn’t move immediately. His eyes flicked up one more time, lingered on Keigo beneath the sheets.
That night, Dabi lay in his dorm bed, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched so tight it ached. He told himself not to think about it, about Keigo’s flushed skin, the sounds he made, the way his body moved riding Touya. But the image played anyway, vivid and endless.
His hand moved over himself rough and fast, almost angry. Every moan he imagined belonged to Keigo. Every grind, every bounce, burned behind his eyelids. When he came, breath catching, he stared down at the mess on his hand and grimaced. “I’m sick,” he muttered, voice sharp with self-loathing.
The days after felt heavy and off-balance. Touya was still giving him the cold shoulder, terse responses, long silences. Not that Dabi expected a warm hug after barging in mid-fuck. But Keigo… Keigo was gone. Like he’d vanished into smoke.
Dabi checked the café every day that week, pretending he wasn’t. Sat alone with cold coffee and picked at stale pastries while pretending he didn’t notice how empty the seat across from him stayed.
He passed Touya once on the path between lecture halls. They locked eyes, and Touya looked away first. Dabi opened his mouth, some weak half-apology brewing, but Touya brushed past like Dabi was just another stranger on campus. Not his brother. Not the twin who’d watched what no one should.
“Asshole,” Dabi muttered to himself, watching Touya’s back as it disappeared in the crowd. “Not even gonna tell me if he’s okay?” He kicked at a loose rock, wishing it was something more breakable. Or maybe just himself.
Semester break came like a sigh of relief, too much unspoken, too many glances that never landed. With travel inevitable, Touya and Dabi started speaking again, if only out of necessity. On the morning of departure, Dabi knocked on his brother’s dorm room door and paused as he heard… something.
A muffled sound, maybe a thud, maybe Keigo. Dabi blinked, then the door creaked open. Touya was crouched on the floor, packing clothes into a duffel with his usual focus. Keigo sat awkwardly on the desk nearby, hands folded tight, cheeks pink as he met Dabi’s gaze, then looked away instantly.
“Ready to go?” Dabi asked, keeping it casual, though his eyes flicked between them. Something still hung thick in the room, but no one said it. He slung his bag higher on his shoulder, forcing a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Just a few things left,” Touya replied. He zipped the last pouch of his backpack and stood. “Keigo’s coming too,” he added offhandedly, like it didn’t matter. But his tone held that clipped edge Dabi always heard when Touya didn’t want to explain himself.
“…Really?” Dabi asked, letting it hang just a second too long. He glanced at Keigo again, who was now carefully studying the floor tiles like they were ancient runes. “Cool. That’s cool.”
“Yeah,” Touya muttered, adjusting his hoodie sleeves. “I told Mom. Dad’s out in Canada for some conference thing, so it’s just us at the house.”
“What about Fuyumi and Natsuo?” Dabi asked as he bent to grab Keigo’s duffel, lifting it easily. He kept his voice light, but his eyes stayed on Touya’s hands, as if watching him too closely might answer something unspoken.
“They’ve got different plans. Natsuo might show up Wednesday for dinner, maybe. Depends on his class,” Touya answered, already turning toward the door. He didn’t look at Dabi as he passed. “It’s gonna be quiet either way.”
“Got it,” Dabi said, swinging the bag over his shoulder. Then, with a sudden smirk, he glanced at Keigo. “Oh, right, I packed your glazed chicken from N Café. You said you love it, right?”
Keigo blinked, brows furrowing. He accepted the plastic container slowly, peeking inside with visible confusion. “...I guess?” he said hesitantly. His expression didn’t match his words, like something about it itched under his skin. “Thanks…”
“You told me,” Dabi added smoothly, already walking toward the hall. “Let’s go, Touya. You’re driving, by the way.”
Touya groaned under his breath, but didn’t argue, keys already in hand. “Next time I’m hiding your license,” he muttered.
As the twins walked down the hall side by side, Keigo lagged a step behind, still staring down at the container in his hand. His brows drew together slowly, then deeper. He muttered under his breath, almost too soft to hear, “...I didn’t tell Dabi about this… did I?”
The drive to the Todoroki hometown stretched out in hazy, quiet hours, three and a half, give or take. The radio played softly as the car hummed along open roads, Touya focused on driving, Dabi half-dozing in the passenger seat, and Keigo curled in the back with his headphones in, stealing glances at both twins when he thought no one was looking.
They made a stop at a roadside diner just after one. The place smelled like old grease and burnt coffee, but the booths were clean and the fries were hot. Touya went up to order, while Keigo settled into a booth, scrolling through his phone with half-hearted distraction.
Dabi slid into the seat across from him and dropped a chilled tin of lemon soda on the table. “Hey,” he said, voice unusually low, fingers drumming once against the can. “I didn’t get the chance to say I’m sorry… I guess I should’ve knocked.”
Keigo blinked, caught off guard, then opened the soda slowly. He gave a tiny nod, not looking up right away. “Yeah… it was awkward,” he murmured, a little laugh caught in his throat. “And I guess we should’ve locked the door too.”
Dabi raised a brow, lips quirking. “So you’re still gonna do it right at the dorm? Damn, Touya’s real stingy about paying for a hotel, huh?” His voice dripped sarcasm, but his eyes stayed carefully unreadable.
Keigo turned red instantly, voice rising without permission. “No! We’re not…!” He cut himself off, glanced around the diner as a couple nearby turned to stare. He hunched down, voice dropping. “I mean… it’s not like that…” He tugged the hoodie hood up out of embarrassment.
Dabi cracked up, leaning back against the vinyl booth with a grin. “I’m just kidding, oh god. You’re so easy to mess with.” He grinned a little softer “So… we’re cool?”
Keigo hesitated for half a second, then nodded. “Yeah. We’re cool.” He took a sip from the soda, then immediately pulled a face and hissed. “Ugh, what the hell is this drink?”
Dabi nearly spit his own out laughing. “Hey, that’s my favorite! You and Touya don’t know how good this is, real lemon. No fake sweet crap. Grown man taste.”
At that moment, Touya returned with a tray and slid into the seat beside Keigo, catching the tail end of the conversation. He gave Dabi a flat look. “Damn, Dabi. Are you still drinking that radioactive pisswater?” he asked, eyeing the can like it personally offended him.
“It’s the best thing ever,” Dabi declared, popping the tab on a second one and taking a long sip with unnecessary drama. “You just have the taste buds of an accountant.”
Touya rolled his eyes but smirked faintly. “You’ve said that since we were ten. It still doesn’t make lemon battery acid a drink.”
Keigo smiled faintly as he watched both Todoroki brothers bicker over lemon soda like they hadn’t nearly torn each other apart a week ago. There was something comforting about it, familiar. Like he’d stepped into a rhythm that predated him entirely. After lunch, they piled back into the car. Dabi took the wheel this time, sunglasses low on his nose, windows down halfway. Keigo drifted in and out of light sleep in the back while the brothers talked.
“God, you still don’t know how to shut up,” Touya groaned from the passenger seat, fingers pressed to his temple. “It was one time, Dabi. One time. And it wasn’t even my fault.”
“Oh, I am so gonna tell Mom about that,” Dabi snorted. “Remember fourth grade? You asked me to run track for you ‘cause you faked a fever. You were dying over a 400-meter dash.”
Touya sighed, rolling his eyes. “That was forever ago. I took your math exam, you asshole. The one with fractions .” His voice had that dry edge of lifelong annoyance mixed with reluctant loyalty. “You got a B. You’re welcome.”
In the backseat, Keigo stirred, eyes cracking open. “Wait, hold on,” he said groggily. “You guys actually did that? Switched places?” He blinked a few times, now fully awake, curiosity lacing his voice.
The car went silent for a second too long. Dabi scratched his neck. Touya looked out the window. Then, with a low cough, Touya muttered, “...Sometimes.”
Keigo perked up instantly, interest piqued. “That’s so cool. Did you ever do it when you were older? Like… recently? At the university or something?”
Dabi glanced at Touya out of the corner of his eye. The silence stretched tight for a beat. “Well… sometimes?” he offered vaguely, like a lifeline thrown into dark waters.
Keigo leaned forward between the seats. “With me?” he asked, lips quirking in a half-smile. Just curious. But his question dropped like a stone between them.
“No,” Touya said immediately, too quickly. “Never.” His tone was flat, clipped, like it hit a nerve he didn’t want touched. His hand clenched slightly on his thigh.
Keigo relaxed instantly and laughed. “Oh, that’s great. That would’ve been so awkward if it happened. I mean, seriously.” He grinned at them through the mirror. “Imagine finding out you made out with the wrong twin or something.”
Neither brother laughed.
Dabi kept his eyes on the road. Touya stared ahead, jaw tight.
Keigo blinked at the silence, then slowly sank back into the seat. “…Okay. Weird vibe,” he muttered to himself, dragging a hand down his face. “Maybe don’t bring up freaky twin stuff next time.”
Luckily, just over thirty minutes later, they pulled into the long gravel path that led to the Todoroki family home. Keigo sat up in the backseat, blinking out the window like he’d fallen into a period drama. The house was traditional Japanese in style, shoji doors, wide eaves, perfectly swept stone walkways, and surrounded by golden paddy fields, with a quiet green mountain rising behind it.
“…You didn’t tell me you guys were loaded, ” Keigo muttered as he stepped out, stretching his arms while gawking at the house like a tourist who took a wrong turn into a shrine.
“What?” Dabi snorted. “Touya buys you food every day and it never crossed your mind he’s got money?” His grin was wicked, but the jab was light.
Keigo blushed, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “I dunno, I thought he just… liked spoiling me?” He looked down sheepishly. “I never thought much about it.”
Touya chuckled softly and reached over to ruffle Keigo’s hair. “He’s just messing with you,” he said, his voice warm for once. “Come on in.” Then he grabbed both his and Keigo’s bags like it was second nature and walked toward the long porch that led to the front entry.
The house looked even bigger up close, long corridors stretched out under deep eaves, and Keigo caught glimpses of a stone garden tucked between two wings. “Okay, this place has secret passage energy,” Keigo muttered under his breath, eyes wide as he followed behind the twins.
“Mom! We’re home!” Dabi shouted as he kicked off his shoes without a care, socks sliding a little on the polished wood floor. Touya, ever the opposite, crouched down to neatly arrange both his and Keigo’s shoes beside the door.
A moment later, a woman emerged from one of the side halls. Her presence was almost ethereal, long white hair tied in a soft ribbon, clear eyes, delicate features. She looked so much like both twins it was eerie, the same cheekbones and quiet intensity, just softened with grace.
“Touya, Dabi…” she said. “Welcome home. My boys.” She smiled and opened her arms as she pulled Dabi into a gentle hug. “Touya, you look so different.”
Dabi groaned dramatically, arms flopping. “Woman, I’m Dabi. You’re our mother but still can’t tell us apart? I’ve got, like, more forehead or something.”
Touya sighed. “You don’t have more forehead.”
Keigo covered his mouth, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter as he watched the family reunion unfold. The warmth in the air was palpable, and for a moment, the tension from earlier melted just a little.
Their mother stepped lightly past Dabi and paused as she caught sight of the blond still standing by the doorway. Her expression softened further, curiosity warming into something fond. “Oh, you must be Keigo,” she said with a knowing smile. “Touya’s talked about you.”
Keigo flushed almost immediately, straightening before giving a polite bow, his voice quieter than usual. “Yes, I’m Takami Keigo. I’m sorry for the intrusion… and I hope you can take care of me while I’m here.”
Rei smiled, clearly charmed. “Such a polite young man,” she said, then glanced at Touya with quiet amusement. Touya, standing stiffly beside the shoe rack, turned visibly red and looked away like the wooden hallway suddenly deserved intense study.
Keigo blinked, eyes flicking between them. “Wait. You talked about me?” he asked, not hiding the surprise or the growing grin on his face. “What’d you say, huh?”
“I said you eat too much chicken,” Touya muttered, ears still pink. “And that you’re loud.” But his tone lacked any bite.
Rei chuckled softly at their back-and-forth, then gestured inside. “Come on in, all of you. You must be tired from the trip.” She turned toward the hallway. “Touya, Dabi, I’ve already made your room. Please show Keigo to the guest room next to it.”
“Guest room?” Dabi echoed with a teasing smirk. “Come on, Mom, just let him bunk with Touya. They already share everything else.”
Touya gave Dabi a sharp side-eye. “No, he’s staying in the guest room,” he said firmly, brushing past with Keigo’s bag slung over his shoulder. “Come on, Keigo.”
Keigo followed quickly, glancing between the twins with an expression that was part bashful, part amused. “Thanks, Touya,” he said quietly. “Also… I am loud?”
Dabi snorted as he trailed behind. “You moan like a fire alarm, dude. That’s not even a secret.”
“Dabi!” Touya barked, nearly tripping on the tatami.
Rei blinked. “Moan?”
“Nope!” Dabi said quickly, vanishing down the hallway like it was self-defense.
“There are so many rooms in this house,” Keigo murmured, trailing behind the twins as they moved deeper into the home. His eyes darted left and right, catching sliding doors, tucked-away nooks, and more hallway than he thought possible in one building.
“Yeah,” Dabi said, yawning. “Dad always said he wanted more kids. Guess that’s why he built the place like a damn boarding school.”
“Touya-ni? Dabi-ni?”
A younger voice cut through the hallway, and Dabi actually flinched. “God, Shoto!” he snapped, spinning around. “What the hell, man? Don’t sneak up on people like that!”
Keigo blinked as the boy approached, small, serious-looking, with hair split cleanly down the middle: half white, half red. He looked about twelve, maybe thirteen, and carried himself like someone too old for his age.
“This half-and-half gremlin is our youngest brother,” Dabi muttered, arms crossed.
Touya shot him a flat look and gave him a nudge with his elbow. “His name is Shoto, and he’s not a gremlin.”
Shoto bowed politely, completely unbothered by the insult. “Hello. Mom said we have a guest.”
“Yes, and now scram,” Dabi deadpanned, waving a hand toward the other end of the hallway.
Touya sighed, crouching briefly to ruffle Shoto’s hair. “This is our friend Keigo,” he said gently. “We’re tired from the trip. I’ll play with you later, alright?”
Shoto looked up at Keigo, smiled faintly, and nodded. “Okay.” He walked off with small, quiet footsteps, vanishing around the corner like a ghost.
Dabi scoffed. “Why are you still so nice to him?”
Touya opened the guest room door and glanced over his shoulder. “Because he’s our little brother and not the devil incarnate.” He stepped inside with Keigo’s bag. “Why are you still an asshole to him?”
“Because he is one,” Dabi grumbled, leaning against the doorframe. “He’s the one who told Dad we switched for the first time. You remember that, right? I still have flashbacks.”
Touya sighed and placed the bag by the bed. “He was eight, Dabi. He probably thought Dad was going to laugh , not beat the shit out of us.”
“Yeah, right,” Dabi scoffed, already halfway into the hall, his voice trailing as he stretched his arms overhead. “You always gotta be the nice brother, huh? Cleaning up the mess, making the excuses, covering for everyone…”
Touya didn’t reply, just watched him go. Then he turned back to Keigo with a soft exhale. “My room’s just across the hall,” he said. “If you need anything, just knock.”
“I will, ” Keigo said with a teasing little lilt, sweet but layered. Before Touya could step away, Dabi’s voice cut through the silence again, sing-song and far too loud from the hall.
“Don’t make any noise if you guys wanna do it, ” Dabi shouted.
“ Shut up, Dabi! ” Touya snapped, turning red instantly.
Keigo couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Before Touya could bolt completely, he reached forward, grabbed his sleeve, and tugged him back inside the room. “Wait. Just, let me kiss you,” he whispered, eyes already half-lidded with a grin.
Touya didn’t resist, not fully. Keigo’s lips met his, slow and open-mouthed, grinding his hips up into Touya’s lower body with a quiet, hungry sound. “Mnghh… I missed you,” Keigo whispered into his mouth, fingers curling into his shirt.
“K-Keigo…” Touya exhaled, voice strained, hands gripping his waist. “Not here. Not in your room, not with my family literally one wall away…”
“But I’m so horny,” Keigo whined, breath trembling against Touya’s jaw. “You didn’t give it to me this morning, remember? You said later, but then we had to pack, and now I’m just… like this.” He ground up again.
Touya groaned softly, eyes squeezing shut. “Just one week,” he whispered, biting back a curse. “Just wait until we’re back at the dorm, okay? I promise. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make you feel everything you want.”
Keigo pouted, drawing back just enough to rest his forehead against Touya’s. “Fine,” he mumbled. “But I’m gonna walk around this house so full of frustration, your mom’s probably gonna think I’m allergic to rice.”
Touya huffed a laugh, then kissed the corner of Keigo’s mouth. “Behave.”
“No promises,” Keigo grinned.
That night, long after the clink of dinner plates and the soft murmur of family talk had faded into silence, Keigo lay wide awake on the futon, arms crossed behind his head. No matter how many times he shifted or how deep he breathed, his body refused to calm. His mind kept returning to Touya’s voice, to the heat between them, to how close they’d been hours ago.
Eventually, he gave up. The house creaked quietly as he padded barefoot down the polished hallway, hoodie pulled low, careful not to wake anyone. The paper doors glowed faintly in moonlight. He stopped when he spotted a familiar figure leaning near the back veranda, hood up, arms crossed.
“ Touya, ” Keigo whispered, voice just above a hush.
Touya turned, eyes catching the moonlight under the edge of his hood. “Hey,” he said softly. “Still up?”
“Yeah,” Keigo muttered, stepping closer, voice rough with need. “I’m horny. And you didn’t fuck me. So I guess I’m stuck suffering for another week.”
Touya huffed a quiet laugh, the barest smirk ghosting across his lips. “You wanna fuck?”
Keigo blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “Uh, yes. Obviously. Wait, do you have a plan? Like… you know a place?”
Touya’s grin widened just slightly, his voice low, smooth. “Let’s fuck in the car.”
Keigo grinned like a man struck by divine intervention, grabbing Touya’s arm without hesitation. “ Yes. Now you’re talking.” His voice was breathless with excitement as he tugged him toward the side door. “God, I’ve never wanted leather seats so bad in my life.”
Touya let himself be dragged, chuckling under his breath as they moved through the silent house like teenagers sneaking out for cigarettes. “Keep your voice down,” he warned softly. “You moan like a dying ghost, remember?”
“I’m not! Don’t tease me,” Keigo huffed, shooting a half-hearted glare over his shoulder as he followed Touya down the gravel path, hoodie bouncing around his thighs. The night air was cool, but the flush in his body burned through it.
Touya glanced back with a smirk, leading him toward the parked car by the side shed. “Aren’t you the one dragging me out here? I’m not the one trying to get railed under a mountain moonlight.”
Keigo rolled his eyes. “Isn’t the key with Dabi?” he asked, slowing slightly as they neared the car.
“I took it earlier,” Touya replied smoothly, pulling it from his hoodie pocket. “Told him I needed to grab something from the trunk.” He unlocked the door with a quiet click and slid into the driver’s seat just long enough to turn the engine and heat on.
By the time Touya looked back, Keigo was already half-undressed, pants shoved down to his thighs as he sprawled across the back seat. His hand reached into the compartment under the floor mat and pulled out a half-used bottle of lube. Touya blinked. “ Fuck, Keigo. Are you that impatient? And why the hell is the lube in the car? ”
Keigo glanced up with a lazy grin. “I put it there,” he said unapologetically. “You forgot it last time, remember? We had to hit the nearest convenience store with matching boners. I swore I’d never let that happen again.”
Touya blinked, “Right…”
Keigo shifted to the back passenger side, propping one leg up against the headrest as he settled into the leather with ease. His fingers slid between his thighs, slicking up. “I’m still loose from your fingers this morning,” he moaned, head tilted back. “Ohh, fuck, Touya… so good… come on now. I need you.”
Touya inhaled sharply, kneeling between Keigo’s legs, eyes fixed on the way Keigo’s fingers moved, slow and greedy. His voice came low, strained. “You’re really impossible when you’re like this.”
Touya exhaled through his nose, low and shaky, then pushed his sweatpants down just enough to free himself. His cock sprang free, already hard, flushed at the tip. He took the lube from Keigo’s hand, coating himself with deliberate strokes, eyes never leaving Keigo’s parted lips.
“Where’s the condom?” Touya asked, voice slightly hoarse as he worked the slick down his length.
Keigo blinked up at him, half-lidded, smug. “Since when do you need condoms?” he murmured. “We’ve been doing it bare for weeks.”
Touya cursed under his breath, jaw tightening. “Fuck…” He leaned over Keigo slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We don’t want Dabi to find out, right? You know how he is, if he sees the mess in the seat…”
Keigo smirked, eyes glinting with heat and mischief. He reached up and pulled Touya into a kiss, slow, messy, and all tongue. “We don’t need that now, do we?” he whispered against his lips. “You love it when you fuck me raw, don’t you?”
Touya’s breath hitched, hands bracing against the seat on either side of Keigo. His cock throbbed between them, aching. “Fuck,” he muttered again, eyes dark and unfocused. “You’re unreal, Keigo… I didn’t know you were this slutty.”
Keigo laughed softly, voice thick with arousal. “You bring it out of me,” he whispered, grinding his hips up until Touya’s cock brushed his entrance. “You’re the reason I can’t sleep. Now be a good boyfriend and ruin me. ”
Touya bit down a groan, leaning in to kiss him again, deeper this time, almost desperate, before lining himself up and pressing in slowly.
Touya pushed in slowly, inch by inch, the heat wrapping around him so tight it made his breath catch. His hands trembled slightly where they gripped Keigo’s thighs. “F-Fuck, Keigo… oh fuckfuck,” he gasped, hips stuttering forward as the warmth swallowed him whole.
Keigo arched under him, hands gripping the seat for leverage. “Mnghh… s-so much bigger,” he moaned, back arching as his body adjusted. “Oh yes… Touya…” His voice cracked around every syllable, breath coming hot and ragged.
The second Touya bottomed out, he didn’t hesitate. His self-control snapped, and he grabbed Keigo’s legs, spreading them wide. The car creaked faintly as he began to thrust, deep and hard, pace ruthless from the start. “God, can’t… hold back,” he groaned.
“Ah, w-wait…!” Keigo gasped, voice nearly drowned out by the sound of slick skin meeting leather. “Ahh nooo… you’re too fast, fuck, fuck… oh god, it’s so good, ” he whimpered, fingers clawing uselessly at the seatback as Touya slammed into him again.
Touya pulled out abruptly, only to flip Keigo onto all fours, sweat-damp skin pressed against the window. Keigo’s palm hit the glass, leaving a smeared fog print as Touya drove into him again. “Oh f-fuck… Touya, you’re so deep, ” Keigo cried, voice muffled by the seat.
Touya grunted, voice lower now, almost growling. “Oh, Keigo… fuck,” he rasped. “Your slutty ass keeps trying to drag me in. Look at that greedy hole, god, it’s sucking me in like it knows me.”
“N-No… mnghh… I’m not slutty,” Keigo moaned, body trembling as he pushed back onto Touya’s cock. “It’s just… oh god, it’s so good, Touya… don’t stop.”
Touya slid his hand down, spreading Keigo’s cheeks wide to watch himself disappear inside. “Look at this,” he breathed, awe in his voice. “Your hole’s dripping, twitching, like it wants to eat my cock. You want that, don’t you?”
Keigo’s voice was broken, high with need. “Y-Yes, fuck yes. I need it…Touya, fill me up, ruin me…”
“You want me to fill you up?” Touya grunted, voice thick and breathless, his thrusts growing harder, more punishing. Each word landed with the rhythm of his hips, slamming into Keigo with force that rattled the window beside them.
“Y-Yes, oh yes! Please… please, Touya!” Keigo begged, voice rising in pitch, gasping between each word. His back arched, pressing his ass back into Touya’s hips, like he couldn’t get him deep enough. “I want it, I want all of it…fill me, fuck me, own me…”
“Say it,” Touya growled, teeth gritting as he leaned in, chest pressed to Keigo’s slick back. “Say you’re a slut. Say it for me.”
“I’m a slut,” Keigo moaned shamelessly, eyes rolling as he shoved himself onto Touya’s cock. “A slut for your cock, only yours…oh fuck, right there… there! Don’t stop…fuck me right there!”
Touya sank his teeth into Keigo’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a deep red mark. Keigo cried out, shaking beneath him. “Fuck, Keigo,” Touya breathed against his skin, voice unraveling. “You feel so good, so damn good. This is what it feels like to have you. I’m lucky...”
“Y-Yes! Oh god yes, fuck me again…anytime…every night,” Keigo sobbed, forehead pressed to the fogged glass. “Just…just let me cum, please Touya…let me…please…”
Touya reached around, his hand wrapping firmly around Keigo’s cock, jerking him in time with every deep thrust. Within seconds, Keigo’s whole body tensed, a desperate moan ripping from his throat as he spilled hot across Touya’s hand, legs trembling violently.
Touya’s breath hitched, hips stuttering. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna..” He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself to the hilt as he came with a strangled groan, hips locked tight as he emptied inside Keigo, warmth pulsing deep in the slick heat.
Touya leaned down and kissed the back of Keigo’s neck, slow and steady, lips dragging across flushed skin. He lingered there, breathing him in, then finally pulled out with a soft grunt. The wet sound made Keigo shiver. Touya reached for a crumpled tissue pack on the dashboard, tugging a few sheets free to clean them both.
Keigo let out a deep, dreamy sigh as he slumped sideways against the leather seat, legs still spread. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead as he turned his face up with a dazed smile. “That was good. That was really, really good,” he murmured, lazy and wrecked. “You never fuck me that hard. You should do that more often.”
Touya wiped his hand slowly, then looked over, his mouth curling into a lopsided smirk. “Really? You wanted more like that?” he asked, voice low and knowing, his eyes half-lidded as he took in Keigo’s limp, glowing mess of a body.
Keigo nodded without shame, still catching his breath. “Yeah… I always wanted you to call me stuff like that,” he muttered. “You know… the filthy talk. All of it. God, I’m gonna get hard again just thinking about it.”
Touya raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Like what?” he asked, leaning in close, lips ghosting over Keigo’s ear. “Call you what, exactly? A slut?”
Keigo swallowed and nodded again, lower lip caught between his teeth. “Yeah,” he whispered. “That. The way you said it… fuck. I love it.”
Touya’s tongue slid across his own bottom lip as he sat back slightly, eyes never leaving Keigo’s. “We’ve got all night, baby,” he murmured, voice dipping into something darker. “You wanna ride me, whore?”
Keigo let out a breathy laugh, already shifting in his seat with interest. “Say that again,” he whispered, pupils blown wide. “And yeah, I’m not even tired. I wanna ride you until the sun comes up.”
The car rocked gently in the dark, quiet field, headlights off, windows fogged. Each creak of leather matched the slick rhythm of Keigo bouncing on Touya’s cock, thighs trembling, hair plastered to his face. He rode with greedy, rolling hips, moaning through every grind. Touya’s hands held his waist, eyes locked on Keigo’s flushed expression like he was memorizing every twitch and gasp.
Almost an hour later, Keigo stumbled barefoot back through the side door of the Todoroki house, hoodie barely covering the fresh bruises blooming across his thighs. His legs felt like jelly, and his asshole ached in the best possible way. The moment his head hit the futon, sleep dragged him under hard.
The morning came in quiet gold light, streaming through the paper windows. Keigo barely stirred, curled under the blanket, hair a mess, a dried smudge of lube on his inner thigh. A soft knock tapped on the guest room door. “Keigo,” came Touya’s voice, muffled but steady. “Let’s eat. Mom made breakfast.”
Keigo groaned into his pillow, voice muffled and wrecked. “Can’t move. Your dick broke my spine.”
“My dick?” Touya repeated, voice faint with confusion. He opened the door fully, blinking in the soft morning light. Keigo sat on the futon, disheveled and glowing, hoodie slipped off one shoulder, neck dotted in fresh love bites. The blanket had shifted, enough for Touya to see the red marks and dried cum smeared along Keigo’s inner thigh, faint impressions of teeth still there.
Touya stood there a moment too long, then took a deep breath, slow and shaky. “Go take a bath first,” he said quietly, voice carefully even, hiding whatever was crawling up his throat. “I’ll tell Mom you’re getting ready.”
Keigo nodded, stretching like a satisfied cat. “You fucked me so good last night,” he said with a lazy grin, voice thick with affection and sleep. “I’m still half-hard just thinking about it. And now you’re pampering me in the morning? This is why I love you, Touya.”
Touya managed a smile. “Hurry up,” he said softly, then turned and closed the door behind him.
The moment the door clicked shut, Touya stopped in the hallway, staring blankly at the floorboards. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, exhaling slow through his nose. His hands curled into fists at his sides. Because he wasn’t the one who’d fucked Keigo last night.
Dabi was.
Touya hadn’t left his room after dinner. He’d fallen asleep early, assuming Keigo was tired too. And yet, Keigo… Keigo had come back wrecked, kissed with teeth Touya didn’t remember using, moaning about things he never said. Keigo didn’t even realize.
Didn’t realize it had been Dabi inside him.
And all Touya could hear, echoing like a knife in his chest, was Keigo’s dreamy voice: “This is why I love you, Touya.”
Keigo eventually returned to the table, freshly showered, hair still damp and messy. He wore a loose button-down shirt this time, collar high enough to hide the marks blooming across his neck. His walk had a subtle stiffness to it, the kind that made Touya’s stomach twist.
He slid into the seat across from Dabi, smiling sleepily as he reached for a bowl of rice. Dabi didn’t say anything at first, just lazily shoveled food into his mouth, but Touya noticed the way his eyes lingered, just a second too long, on Keigo’s collar, and the faint smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“You okay?” Dabi finally asked, tone casual as he reached for the miso soup, not looking directly at him.
Keigo raised a brow, pausing halfway through a bite. “Yeah? Why?” he asked, voice light, but his gaze flicked instinctively toward Touya.
Dabi shrugged. “Just wondering. First night in a strange house and all. Some people don’t sleep well with all the creaks and shit.”
Keigo chuckled, leaning back slightly in his chair. “Oh, I slept like a log,” he replied easily, casting a knowing smile in Touya’s direction. “Best sleep I’ve had in a while, actually.”
Touya forced a small smile back, the food in his mouth suddenly heavy. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His eyes were fixed on Dabi, who chewed slowly, expression unreadable now.
“Oh, that’s good,” Dabi said. “You seemed... worn out.”
Keigo snorted. “Gee, wonder why,” he said, stabbing at his rice with an amused flick of his chopsticks, clearly assuming Touya was in on the joke.
Touya set his chopsticks down gently, eyes unfocused. “I’m done,” he said quietly, already standing before either of them could respond. His bowl was still half-full.
Keigo blinked, looking up from his plate. “You’re done already? You barely touched...”
“Yeah,” Touya cut in, grabbing his empty cup. “I need to help Mom with something in the garden.”
Keigo paused, unsure. “Oh… okay. Sure.” He watched Touya’s back as he disappeared down the hall, something unreadable in his expression. It was fleeting, though—gone before Dabi leaned in again.
Dabi smirked, resting his chin in his hand. “He just loves being the good son,” he said with a low chuckle. “Let him trim hedges while we do something actually fun. You wanna check out the river? It’s just through the trees. We can splash around or whatever.”
Keigo perked up instantly, eyes lighting up. “Yes! I want to,” he said, practically bouncing in his seat. “I’ve never seen a real mountain river up close.”
While Touya stood beside Rei in the back garden, quietly snipping at overgrown herbs and watering pots without speaking much, Keigo and Dabi headed down the worn dirt path past the paddies. The air was humid and fresh, and the sound of water rushing over rocks echoed gently as they reached the bank.
Keigo rolled up his pants and waded in, splashing like a kid as he tried to catch one of the slippery little river fish darting past his feet. He nearly slipped twice, laughing the whole time. That’s when he turned and froze.
“…You smoke? ” Keigo asked, wide-eyed, staring at the slim cigarette dangling from Dabi’s fingers.
Dabi exhaled a soft plume of smoke and gave him a sideways grin. “Once in a while,” he admitted. “Please don’t tell Mom… or Touya. He’ll actually bury me alive under the tomato plants.”
Keigo flopped down beside Dabi on the flat river stone, stretching his legs out so his feet dipped into the water. He kicked lazily, watching the ripples move around his ankles. “This is nice,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded under the summer sun.
Dabi glanced over at him, then tapped the cigarette ash off to the side. “Keigo,” he said after a beat. “Can you really not tell us apart?”
Keigo turned toward him, brow furrowing slightly. “Hmm?” He leaned forward a little, squinting at Dabi’s face, lips pursed in mock concentration. “Mnnn… nope.”
Dabi let out a loud, surprised laugh, tipping his head back. “Seriously?” he grinned, smoke curling up past his mouth. “After all this time? After everything?”
Keigo shrugged, completely unbothered. “I’m so bad at it,” he admitted with a grin. “You’re identical. Like, scary identical. I go by vibes.”
Dabi raised an eyebrow. “If I told you I was Touya right now, would you believe me?”
Keigo wrinkled his nose, staring at him for a second too long. “Are you… Touya?” he asked slowly, lips twitching in amusement.
Dabi smirked wider. “You sure I’m not Touya while Dabi’s out back trimming tomato vines like a responsible son?”
Keigo snorted and burst into laughter, leaning sideways and lightly smacking Dabi’s shoulder. “Don’t mess with me! Now I’m gonna be paranoid every time I kiss him.”
Dabi’s eyes flicked to the water, that grin still etched on his face, but something unreadable lingered in his gaze. “Maybe you should be.”
“Please don’t joke about stuff like that, Dabi,” Keigo said, half-laughing, half-nervous.
Before Dabi could say anything back, both of them turned at the sound of footsteps on gravel. Touya stepped into view through the trees, sleeves rolled up, hands still damp with garden soil. “Touya!” Keigo called, face lighting up instantly as he scrambled to his feet.
Dabi looked away, jaw clenched as Keigo rushed toward his brother. His hand flicked the cigarette into the river behind them, and he exhaled tightly, chest twisting with something ugly he couldn’t shake.
Touya walked over, slightly surprised by the energy but not resisting when Keigo latched onto his arm like a boy who’d been lost for hours. “I missed you,” Keigo said, dramatic and sweet, cheek pressed to Touya’s shoulder.
“You saw me this morning, ” Touya replied, voice dry but faintly amused. He let Keigo cling to him anyway, sitting beside him on the stone ledge.
“I know,” Keigo said, eyes fluttering shut. “But I’m bored… without you.”
Dabi stood a few feet away now, hands shoved into his pockets, the smile long gone. “Are you really that bored with me, Keigo?” he asked, casually enough to pass for a joke, but the edge in his tone made Touya glance over.
Keigo looked up, blinking. “What? No, I mean…come on, Dabi. You’re fun. Just not…” He trailed off, realizing how that sounded.
“Not Touya,” Dabi finished, forcing a crooked smile. “Right. Got it.”
“W-Wait, Dabi, it was a joke!” Keigo called after him, his voice rushed and apologetic, but Dabi was already walking off through the trees, back stiff, hands in his pockets. He didn’t turn around, didn’t slow down. The only answer was the crunch of his footsteps fading into the woods.
Keigo frowned, deflating slightly. He dropped back down beside Touya with a sigh. “Why’s he acting like that?” he muttered, pulling his knees up to his chest. “I didn’t mean it like that. He is fun. Just… you’re different.”
Touya only shrugged, his expression unreadable. He reached out and tugged gently on Keigo’s chin, turning his head until their eyes met. “I want you,” he said softly. “Can I have you? Right now?”
Keigo’s eyes lit up with surprise, breath catching. “Here?” he whispered, glancing around. “I mean…I’m not gonna say no, but, ahh…Touya!” His voice jumped an octave as Touya’s hand slid into his pants without warning, fingers bold and sure. “Don’t just …I’m still sensitive, you…fuck...!”
Touya’s fingers were already moving, slow but deep, sliding back into the stretched heat that still pulsed from the night before. Keigo’s hips twitched as he leaned back on his elbows, biting down a moan that barely stayed quiet. “Oh god, fuck…yes… still open for you, Touya, mnghh…”
Touya’s second finger slid in beside the first, and his breath caught. He stilled, staring at Keigo’s flushed face and trembling thighs. The looseness, the give, it confirmed what he feared. Dabi had fucked him. Keigo didn’t even realize it.
For a second, Touya’s hand just rested there, unmoving, mind blank and heart thrumming with quiet betrayal. But Keigo moaned sweetly, pressing back into his fingers, unaware. “Mnnnh… Touya, more… you’re being so slow today,” he teased, voice breathy and thick with need. “Don’t tease me now…”
Without answering, Touya pulled his fingers free and stood, moving behind Keigo with a soft rustle of clothes and grass. “Hands on the rock,” he muttered. Keigo blinked, confused, but obeyed, bracing himself on the warm stone, breath already trembling.
Touya dropped to his knees briefly, tugged Keigo’s pants lower, and spat into his palm before slicking himself quickly. He lined up behind Keigo with practiced ease, letting his cock nudge against the entrance, still hot and stretched. “Tell me,” he said lowly. “Do you want it?”
Keigo gasped as the head pushed in, slow and steady. “Ahhh… Touya… yes, fuck yes…” he moaned, gripping the stone tighter. “Still so full from last night, but I need more… mmm, you always feel different, so deep…” He rocked his hips back eagerly.
“Different, huh?” Touya muttered under his breath, brows twitching. He eased in further, teeth clenched, not sure if the anger in his gut came from the memory or Keigo’s innocence. “Keigo, is this good?” he asked, voice softer now, breath shaky against the back of Keigo’s neck.
“Y-Yes… mnghh, yes Touya,” Keigo whimpered, voice raw and honest. “Always so good… you’re perfect, ahhh right there, fuck …that spot… how do you always find it so easy?” His voice cracked as his hips twitched, seeking more friction.
Touya moved deeper, rocking his hips slowly. “Keigo,” he murmured, breath ghosting across his spine. “I love you…”
Keigo shuddered, fingers curling against the stone as he moaned. “Oh, oh god..Touya, I love you too, I love you, ah… don’t stop… right there, yes yes yes…” His voice was drenched in affection, overwhelmed and breathless. “You're the only one who makes me feel like this…”
Touya’s hips snapped forward harder now, voice rough against Keigo’s back. “You’re mine,” he growled. “You moan for me like this, open up for me like this. Say it, Keigo. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours…ahh, fuck, only yours, Touya,” Keigo cried, eyes squeezed shut, voice breaking with every thrust. “No one else…just you, I don’t want anyone else, please, Touya, cum inside me, fill me, I want it…”
From behind the gnarled tree trunk, Dabi stood completely still, jaw tight, breath shallow. Keigo’s voice carried on the breeze, loud, desperate, so fucking in love, and every time he moaned “Touya,” it hit Dabi like a steel-toed kick to the ribs. He closed his eyes.
Of course Keigo was Touya’s. That had always been the truth. But that didn’t make hearing it any easier. Didn’t soften the ache building under his ribs every time Keigo whimpered his brother’s name like it tasted sweet on his tongue.
Last night had been the first mistake, no, Keigo’s mistake. Showing up with half-lidded eyes, whispering “Touya, I’m horny,” like it was the most natural thing in the world. Dabi should’ve corrected him. He didn’t. That was the second mistake.
Instead, he’d fucked Keigo in the back seat of the car like an addict handed his favorite drug. Keigo rode him like he was made for it, moaning Touya’s name with every grind. Dabi tried to ignore it, to pretend it didn’t matter. That it was enough. That he was enough.
But it wasn’t just lust. Not anymore. Not after the way Keigo looked after, naked, flushed, hair a mess, lips kissed raw, and said, “You fuck me so good, Touya.” Dabi’s throat had gone tight. And then he realized it wasn’t just want. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was longing.
“...Fuck,” Dabi whispered, barely louder than the rustle of leaves. He leaned his forehead against the tree bark, heart racing. “I love you, Keigo…” he said it slow, like testing how the words felt in his mouth. It hurt. It fit.
He turned away before the last moan could fully fade, feet dragging over dry grass and soft dirt as Keigo came hard around Touya with a sobbed declaration of love. Dabi didn’t want to hear it again. He’d remember it without trying. It was burned into his ribs.
Past the trees and down the sloping path toward the side garden, he saw Rei crouched in the grass, slender fingers delicately brushing the edge of a patch of blooming blue flowers. She looked up and smiled when she spotted him. “Ah, Dabi! Come help me pick some for the living room. It’s been years since they bloomed like this. You always chose the prettiest ones.”
Dabi gave her a small smile and walked over, crouching beside her in the soft grass. “Guess that’s my hidden talent,” he muttered, plucking the scissors from her hand and snipping a full bloom near its base. “Mom,” he said after a pause, “what do you think of Keigo?”
Rei hummed softly, her fingers brushing another stem. “He’s a good boy,” she said after a moment. “Polite. Funny. He helped me with the dishes last night without being asked.” She glanced at Dabi out of the corner of her eye. “Why?”
“...Nothing,” Dabi muttered, cutting another flower a little too sharply, the stem snapping awkwardly in his hand. “Just asking.”
Rei didn’t push. She simply kept gathering flowers in silence for a moment, letting the breeze fill the space. Then her voice softened. “You know, when I was your age… I fell in love with a hairpin. Simple one. White enamel with a red stone in the center.”
Dabi side-eyed her suspiciously. “Please don’t say the moral of this story is that I need to start wearing cute hair accessories,” he muttered, trying to sound annoyed but not quite managing. “You’re not subtle, Mom.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “I wanted it badly. I asked your grandmother to buy it for me, but she said no, we didn’t have the money. And eventually, someone else bought it. I never saw it again.” She touched the pin she wore now, different but still lovely.
Dabi frowned, watching the way her fingers brushed her hair with unexpected fondness. “Okay… and? What happened? Did you hunt them down and mug them for it later? That’s the kind of energy I’d respect.”
Rei laughed then reached out and gave his arm a light, affectionate slap. “No, I didn’t mug anyone, you little gremlin,” she said with mock scandal. “I forgot about it, eventually.” Her voice softened, eyes turning distant. “Time has a way of washing some things out.”
Dabi blinked, brows furrowing. “You… just forgot about it?” he echoed, like the concept was foreign. The idea of letting go of detaching from something he wanted made his chest feel tight.
Rei nodded. “Yes,” she said simply. “I didn’t mean to. But I did. Until one day your father gave me this,” she touched the flower hairpin again, fingertips light. “It’s not the same as what I wanted... but I hold it dearly now.”
Dabi looked down at the blue petals in his hand, trimmed stems cool between his fingers. The wind caught one loose flower and carried it across the grass. He watched it go, jaw tight. “Doesn’t it feel like giving up?” he asked finally, voice low.
Rei didn’t answer right away. She shifted slightly, settling into the earth like she belonged there. “No,” she said gently. “It feels like making space.” Her tone was warm. “For something real. Something that’s yours.”
Dabi was quiet for a second, mouth twitching like he wanted to say something cynical, but couldn’t find the words. His fingers stilled over the last flower. “So you just… forgot the one you originally wanted?” he asked, voice thin. “You just moved on?”
Rei met his eyes and said nothing at first. Then, very gently, she reached over and smoothed his hair like she had when he was younger, thumb brushing just behind his ear. “I didn’t forget,” she said quietly. “But I let it go. Sometimes, that’s what you do when something isn’t meant to be yours.”
He stared down at the flowers. “But what if…” His voice caught. “What if you still want that hairpin?” he asked quietly, the words tight, almost childish in their hope. “What if I can’t stop thinking about it? Even if someone else hands me a whole goddamn jewelry box?”
Rei looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable but full of something ancient and maternal. “Then, sweetheart,” she said quietly, “you hold it gently. Remember it. But some things… you need to let go.”
Dabi stared at her, the blue petals falling one by one into his lap. “Even if it felt perfect in your hands?”
Rei nodded, brushing his hair back from his forehead like she did when he was small. “Especially then,” she said. “Because sometimes, the things that feel perfect... were never meant to be kept.”
Rei had just tucked a loose strand of Dabi’s hair behind his ear when a new voice cut through the moment. “What are you guys talking about?” Both Dabi and Rei turned to see Natsuo standing a few steps away, one brow arched, backpack slung over one shoulder.
“Oh, Natsuo,” Rei said brightly, a little surprised. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming home today too.”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” Natsuo shrugged, waving her off as he stepped closer. “I already dropped my bag inside. Took the same train as last time.” He turned his gaze toward Dabi, narrowing his eyes. “Hmm... Dabi-nii?”
Dabi barely looked up from the flowers. “I’m Touya,” he deadpanned. “Can’t you tell? I’m marginally more responsible and ten percent less hot.”
Natsuo blinked. “Oh shit. My bad.” Then, with comedic timing, he looked around. “Where’s Dabi-nii? I thought I saw him sulking around here.”
Rei smacked Dabi lightly on the shoulder, rolling her eyes. “Don’t mess with your brother like that,” she chided, though her tone was more amused than stern. “Now go put those flowers in a jar for me. Living room table, please.”
“No tip? No thank-you chocolate?” Dabi muttered, but stood up anyway, brushing off his knees. Before he could walk away, Natsuo lunged and tackled him sideways, half-hug, half-wrestle.
“You asshole!” Natsuo shouted, laughing as he knocked Dabi down into the grass. “I knew it was you! Touya wouldn’t make a ‘less hot’ joke. He doesn’t have jokes.”
“Fucking hell , it hurts!” Dabi hissed, squirming underneath him. “Get off me, you big-footed drama student!”
“You love it,” Natsuo snorted, still pinning him. “Don’t pretend you’re not touched by this family bonding.”
“I’m gonna bond your teeth to the back of your throat,” Dabi growled, wriggling under Natsuo’s weight. “Get off before I start crying in public.”
Rei just laughed softly behind them, already walking back toward the house. “You boys,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Roughhousing like it’s summer break again. Try not to kill each other before dinner.”
Dabi laughed breathlessly as Natsuo pinned him down again, grass in his hair and dirt smudged on his elbow. “Say you lose,” Natsuo grinned, applying pressure with his forearm. “Come on, say it. You lose. Loud enough for Mom to hear.”
“Eat my ass,” Dabi wheezed, twisting under him. In one slick move, he rolled his hips and shoved up with his knee, flipping Natsuo to the side and pinning him down instead. “In your dreams, dumbass. This is why you didn’t make varsity.”
Before Natsuo could curse back, a voice cut in. “What are you two idiots doing?” Both brothers turned their heads and froze for a second. Touya was walking toward them across the yard, hair damp, pant legs soaked to the shin and Keigo was right beside him, equally wet and flushed.
Dabi blinked. “Uh. What the hell are you two doing with wet pants?” His voice held no venom, but his gaze lingered too long on Keigo’s flushed cheeks and freshly bitten lip. His jaw clenched on instinct.
Touya barely blinked, shrugging. “I showed Keigo how to catch a fish,” he said, utterly deadpan. He dropped a plastic bucket by the porch with a single tiny fish flopping inside.
Natsuo sat up slowly, eyeing them both. “You?” he asked, skeptical. “Touya-nii, teaching someone to catch a fish? You can’t even bait a hook without Googling it first.” His gaze flicked to Keigo, amused. “Now, if it were Dabi-nii… that I’d believe.”
Keigo laughed nervously, pushing damp hair off his forehead as he waved politely. “Yes, well… he tried,” he offered with a crooked grin. “You must be Natsuo-san, right? I’m Takami Keigo. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I hope it’s nothing bad,” Natsuo replied with a grin. “Because I’m way more responsible than these two.” He jerked a thumb toward Touya and Dabi, who both scoffed at the same time like it was choreographed.
“Damn right,” Dabi muttered, already turning back toward the garden path. He bent to scoop up the bunch of freshly clipped flowers, stems still dewy and green. “At least I don’t spend half my adult life doing CPR on your thesis deadlines.”
Keigo trailed a few steps behind, eyes catching a cluster of pale blue petals blooming beside the patch Dabi had worked on. His expression brightened. “Wahh, what a beautiful flower,” he said, crouching slightly. “What’s this one called?”
“They’re forget-me-nots,” Dabi said, brushing his thumb lightly along the stem before glancing up. “Wanna know the story behind it?” His smirk tilted, but his voice softened just enough. “It’s a sad one, by the way, so you better have a tissue ready.”
Keigo rolled his eyes and glared half-heartedly, lips twitching. “I can handle a sad story, thanks,” he muttered. Behind them, Touya trailed a few steps behind, silent, but his eyes never left Dabi, specifically, the way Dabi looked at Keigo.
Dabi reached for one of the flowers, careful as he snipped the stem low. He didn’t look at Keigo at first, then, almost casually, he stepped in close and tucked the small bloom behind Keigo’s ear. “You’ll look better than a graveyard,” he said with a crooked smile.
Touya watched in silence, lips parted just slightly, as Keigo playfully swatted at Dabi’s arm. “Asshole,” Keigo muttered. Dabi just laughed, full and unbothered, and didn’t move away, like the slap was part of the invitation.
The two fell into step naturally, side by side, Dabi’s shoulder brushing Keigo’s more than once as they walked toward the porch. Rei stood there waiting with towels folded over her arm
“Don’t track mud across the tatami,” she called, holding the towels out as they approached. “And if either of you drips on the hallway rug, you’re cleaning it yourself.” Her voice was light, but the glint in her eye suggested she meant it.
Dabi took one towel and tossed the other over Keigo’s head with exaggerated force, ruffling his damp hair through the fabric. “There,” he said with mock-gruffness. “You’re baptized. Welcome to the Todoroki family. It only gets weirder from here.”
Keigo sputtered under the towel, laughing. “Jesus, is this some kind of rite of passage? Do I have to fight Shoto next?” he teased, peeking out from beneath the fabric with his hair sticking up in every direction.
Dabi barked out a laugh at Keigo’s Shoto comment, shaking his head. “Please don’t fight the kid, he’ll make a dramatic diary entry about it and we’ll never hear the end of it.”
Keigo, still smiling under the towel, reached out to grab a second one as Rei passed by. His fingers curled around the cloth, then he turned, stepping toward Touya. “You’re wet too,” he said gently. “Come on. Dry off.”
“Thanks,” Touya murmured, voice low, and leaned down without protest, tilting his head toward Keigo. He closed his eyes as Keigo reached up and began to dab at his hair.
Keigo worked in silence, fingers brushing damp strands back, thumbs grazing Touya’s temple as he gently patted at the mess. “Your hair dries funny,” he said quietly, lips quirking. “I bet it poofs like cotton if I leave it like this.”
Touya chuckled under his breath, the sound almost shy. “It does,” he admitted, his tone softer than usual. “You’d hate it.” But he didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned slightly into Keigo’s touch.
Dabi’s grin faded as he glanced over, eyes catching the way Keigo’s hand lingered too long in Touya’s hair. He looked away almost instantly, throat tight. Something bitter curled low in his stomach. He could still feel the ghost of Keigo’s fingers from last night.
Behind them, Natsuo approached the porch, footsteps slowing. He saw it, all of it, the unspoken exchange, the distance in Dabi’s eyes, and the tenderness in Keigo’s hands. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze sharpened, tracking each movement like a story unfolding frame by frame.
Natsuo walked up beside Dabi, his footsteps light over the grass now that their mother had disappeared back into the house. He didn’t say anything at first, just glanced toward the flower tucked behind Keigo’s ear, then back at Dabi.
Natsuo voice came low, casual like he wasn’t aiming to hit a nerve. “Forget-me-nots, huh?” he murmured. “That’s a bit on the nose, even for you.”
Dabi snorted under his breath, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. “Shut up,” he muttered, but the corners of his mouth twitched, like the jab had landed somewhere it wasn’t supposed to.
That night, freshly showered and towel-drying his hair, Keigo padded barefoot down the polished hallway toward the dining room. The warm scent of miso and grilled vegetables drifted past him. He rounded the corner too fast and collided shoulder-first into someone. “Oops, ah! Sorry!” he gasped, stepping back.
“It’s okay,” Natsuo said with a small smile, steadying him without blinking. “Dinner?”
“Yeah,” Keigo nodded, a little breathless. “Touya called just now. I was still talking to my mom, she always calls when I’m about to eat.” He chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s like she senses food.”
Natsuo let out a soft laugh, walking in step beside him as they made their way toward the kitchen. After a beat, his voice dropped just a bit. “...So. You and Touya-ni, huh?”
Keigo blinked, color blooming instantly across his cheeks. “Uh… mmm…” He scratched his cheek, flustered. “Did… did Touya tell you that?” His voice dropped, almost hopeful he could lie about it now.
Natsuo grinned. “He didn’t have to. I’m not blind,” he said easily. “It’s okay. You two kinda have that… glued-at-the-hip, low-key-soft-boyfriend energy. Subtle, but not that subtle.”
Keigo exhaled a short laugh, cheeks still red. “Is it really that obvious? Your mom probably knows too, huh?”
Natsuo shrugged. “She knew the moment Touya said you were coming over.” He glanced sideways with a smirk. “She washed the good towels for you. That’s her version of a marriage proposal.”
Keigo groaned, face in his hands. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.” He peeked through his fingers. “I mean, not bad… just… y’know, very known .”
Natsuo gave him a playful nudge with his elbow. “It’s okay. Mom likes you. I think she already approved the wedding in her head. Just don’t break Touya’s heart. Or Dabi’ll probably set something on fire.”
They arrived just as everyone else was already seated. The table was full, miso, grilled meat, pickled vegetables, and the smell alone was enough to momentarily distract Keigo. He looked around, spotting both twins already at the table, seated across from one another. Two empty seats waited, one beside each of them.
Keigo hesitated. His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to spot the tells, the smallest hint of which twin was which. He didn’t want to look like a total idiot in front of their mother again. Okay, no pressure, just sit where you sat last time…
Both Todoroki twins looked up at him at the same time, like synchronized traps. Their expressions were unreadable.
“What?” Keigo asked slowly, pointing at his own face. “Do I have something on me?”
The twin on Keigo’s right tilted his head slightly. “No,” he said evenly. “You usually sit beside Touya.”
Keigo froze. His face flushed bright red as he realized he’d chosen wrong. “Uhh… yeah. I…I knew that,” he stammered, trying and failing to play it off. He reached for his cup like it could save him from the moment.
Across the table, the other twin, Touya, watched silently. Dabi, beside Keigo, let out a loud bark of laughter. “You mistook me for Touya again?!” he howled. “God, this is so fucking funny. You’re sleeping with him and you still can’t tell?”
Suddenly, Touya’s hand slammed down on the table with a loud thud . The plates clinked from the impact. Everyone jumped slightly, eyes snapping toward him. His face was tight. “It’s not funny,” he said.
“T-Touya?” Keigo said, stunned, halfway out of his seat. “I didn’t mean…”
“It’s not fucking funny,” Touya snapped again, then pushed his chair back and stood. He didn’t look at anyone as he walked out of the room, shoulders tense. The hallway swallowed the sound of his footsteps.
The table fell silent.
Dabi's grin faltered. His fingers tapped once on the side of his plate. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, eyes still fixed on the doorway Touya had disappeared through.
Rei quietly reached for the teapot. “Let him cool off,” she said softly, pouring without looking up. “Some things hit deeper when you don’t expect them.”
Dabi stood slowly, sliding his chair back with a soft scrape. “It’s okay. It’s my fault,” he said. Then he turned to Keigo and offered a faint smile. “Don’t feel bad, alright? I’ll go talk to him.” His fingers ruffled Keigo’s hair with surprising gentleness, a lingering touch that said more than he wanted to.
He followed the familiar path past the garden and stone lanterns, the air cooler under the trees. He already knew where Touya would be, where they always went when they were too angry to speak but too loyal to leave. The small hut by the koi pond.
“Hey…” Dabi said softly, stepping onto the wooden platform. The cicadas buzzed somewhere in the distance. Touya didn’t look at him, just leaned back on his hands, eyes on the bruised grey sky overhead. His silence spoke louder than anything.
Dabi shifted, unsure, the weight of what hung between them finally settling on his shoulders. “You mad?” he asked carefully, trying not to sound too defensive. Trying not to sound like he already knew the answer before he asked.
Touya’s voice was quiet but cold. “How’d it feel,” he said, “to finally fuck my boyfriend, Dabi?” He still didn’t look at him. “Did you feel proud? Was it good? Should I clap for you or throw you in the pond?”
Dabi flinched at that, his gaze dropping to the floorboards. He bit his lip, jaw tense. “I didn’t plan it,” he muttered. “It just happened. He thought I was you and… I didn’t stop it.” The shame crept in, but he didn’t dress it up.
Touya’s laugh was hollow and sharp. “It just happened,” he repeated bitterly. “Where’d you do it? Did you kiss him after, too? Did it turn you on when he screamed my name?”
Dabi closed his eyes, swallowing hard. “The car,” he admitted. “By the old shed. He came to me, Touya. Called me your name, kissed me first. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to. Fuck, I knew it was wrong and I still….”
Touya stood suddenly, the bench creaking under him. “You didn’t think I’d know?” he snapped, finally looking at him. “You didn’t think I’d recognize my own boyfriend moaning about a night I wasn’t there for? You thought I wouldn’t notice that?”
Dabi took a step back, stunned by the heat in Touya’s voice. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” he asked. “You could’ve punched me. Screamed. Told Keigo. Hell, told Mom if you really wanted to wreck me. But you didn’t.”
Touya stared at him, something wilder curling behind his eyes. “And what do you want me to tell him, Dabi?” he asked. “That he spread his legs for the wrong twin and didn’t notice?”
Dabi looked at him hard. “You’re not mad because I fucked him,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You’re mad because he couldn’t tell. Like at the table, he sat next to me and didn’t even hesitate. That’s what really ate you.”
“Fuck you, Dabi,” Touya hissed, stepping forward. His jaw clenched, fingers curling at his sides. “Don’t turn this on me. Don’t fucking twist this like I’m the one who…”
“You’re mad at yourself,” Dabi cut in, voice harsher now. “Because deep down, you know I’m right. He still doesn’t know the difference. You’ve held him. Kissed him. Fucked him. And yet, when he looked between us, he still picked wrong.”
“I love him, Dabi!” Touya’s voice cracked as he shouted it, the words tumbling out of him like they’d been caged too long. “I love him with everything I’ve got. And now I have to wonder if he ever loved me. ”
Dabi didn’t flinch this time. He met Touya’s eyes and finally said it, the truth he’d been trying to bury for months. “So do I,” he breathed. “I fucking love him too, Touya.” He said softly. “I didn’t ask for it. But I do.”
Touya’s expression shifted, eyes widening, mouth parting just slightly. “No,” he whispered. “You don’t get to say that. He’s my boyfriend. Mine. You don’t get to want him the way I do. You don’t deserve to.”
“And yet,” Dabi said bitterly, stepping closer, “he still didn’t know which one of us was fucking him.” His mouth twisted into something halfway between a grin and a grimace. “That’s the irony, right? You gave him your heart, and he gave me his moans.”
Touya didn’t think, he reacted. His fist cracked against Dabi’s jaw with a solid thud, the force jerking his twin’s head sideways. Dabi barely flinched before driving his own punch into Touya’s ribs, making him stagger. Neither held back.
“ Fuck! Stop it, you guys!” Natsuo’s voice cut through the air like a whip, breathless as he barreled in from the trees. He lunged between them just as Dabi reared back again, grabbing him by the arms. “What are you, ten again? Touya-ni, you know you can’t win this. Stop it! ”
Dabi spat blood onto the grass, the red stark against green. He shoved Natsuo’s arm off his shoulder with a sneer. “Let go. I’m not a kid,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “He threw the first punch.”
“You earned it!” Touya barked again, voice ragged, but he didn’t move further. Natsuo’s hand stayed firm on his chest, keeping him from charging. Dabi was tense across from him, fists clenched, blood drying at the corner of his mouth.
“What the fuck are you guys fighting for?” Natsuo snapped, stepping between them again. His voice cut through the air like a slap. “Seriously. What the hell is wrong with you two? This isn’t some schoolyard drama, you’re adults. Brothers. ”
Neither of them answered.
Then footsteps crunched on the gravel behind them. “Hey… your mom said…” Keigo’s voice trailed off as he caught sight of the scene, eyes locking on Touya’s bruised jaw and bloodied lip. “ Oh my god, Touya. ” He ran forward, heart hammering. “What happened?”
Touya blinked, but the pain in his expression twisted into something smug. He let Keigo cup his face, leaning into the touch like a man who knew he was being chosen. His eyes flicked to Dabi, taunting, a smirk blooming slowly at the corners of his mouth.
Keigo’s gaze darted between them, confused and worried. “Were you guys fighting? ” he asked, brushing his thumb gently over the corner of Touya’s mouth. His body was angled toward Touya, attention zeroed in. Dabi watched, jaw tight, chest burning.
“It’s nothing,” Touya said quickly, smoothly, before either of them could speak. He reached for Keigo’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Just a stupid disagreement. It’s fine now.” He didn’t even glance back at Dabi as he started leading Keigo away.
Keigo’s steps faltered, his fingers going still in Touya’s. He turned his head over his shoulder, concern etched clearly into his face. “Dabi?” he called softly, ignoring the thick tension between them. “Are you okay?”
Touya’s hand tensed in his, just briefly. He glanced sideways at Keigo, eyes narrowing, not at the question, but at the tone. That same worried look Keigo gave him after a long class, or when he was quiet too long at dinner. The one that used to be just for him .
Dabi wiped at the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking just enough to mask the sting in his chest. “Nah,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “Touya throws like a bitch. Barely felt it. I’ve had worse from falling outta bed.”
Keigo hesitated, clearly unsure, his thumb still half-curled around Touya’s. “...Okay,” he said after a beat, though his eyes lingered a moment longer.
Touya leaned in then, voice low, close to Keigo’s ear. “Come on,” he murmured, guiding them back toward the house. “Let’s go inside.”
Keigo finally nodded, torn but following. “Let me put some ointment on your lip,” he added, touching Touya’s jaw gently as they walked.
Natsuo stood frozen, still near the koi pond, his eyes tracking Keigo and Touya’s backs as they disappeared around the corner. His arms crossed slowly, expression shifting from confused to deeply, comically disturbed. Then his gaze landed on Dabi, eyes narrowing. “You guys fighting over Keigo?”
Dabi snorted and looked away, hands shoved in his pockets. “It’s not like that,” he muttered. “It’s not a fight. It’s a… situation.” His jaw tensed as he stared at a patch of trampled grass.
Natsuo raised both eyebrows, incredulous. “A situation ? Look, man,” he started, voice dropping like he was the older brother instead of the middle child. “You know the bro code. You can’t touch your brother’s…”
“I already fucked Keigo,” Dabi said bluntly.
Natsuo’s mouth dropped open. “What the fuck , Dabi-ni,” he choked. “Are you…did you seriously, what the fuck?! I should’ve let Touya-ni punch you harder . With a fucking brick .”
“Hey, don’t put this on me,” Dabi snapped, throwing his arms out with a tired kind of rage. “He was the one who asked me to switch when he couldn’t make the damn date with Keigo. I didn’t steal anything—he handed it to me.”
“For holding hands and distracting Keigo, not for fucking his boyfriend!” Natsuo shot back, voice rising like steam from boiling broth. He threw his arms up. “Oh my god, I’m so on Touya-ni’s side this time.”
“I didn’t fuck him on the date , asshole,” Dabi growled, pacing now like the energy had nowhere to go. “I played the polite twin. Aquarium, café, all of it. It was fine. I walked him back. And then last night happened.” His voice dropped. “That’s when I fucked him.”
Natsuo blinked. “What…” he started, hands flailing, voice cracked. “I’m so fucking lost. Are you high, Dabi-ni? Because I swear to God , I will hand your ass to Dad this time.”
Dabi stopped pacing, glared at him over his shoulder. “You don’t know how it felt , Natsuo,” he snapped. “Every time we went out, he kissed me . He leaned in close. He called me Touya and whispered how bad he wanted to be fucked.” His voice cracked. “I let it happen.”
Natsuo’s face paled. “Wait… every time ?” he echoed, voice shrill with disbelief. “It wasn’t a one-time thing? You went on multiple dates with Keigo, acting like Touya-ni?! Dabi-ni, what the actual fuck ?”
Dabi exhaled hard, jaw tight, eyes dropping to the gravel beneath his shoes. “You know Touya-ni,” he muttered. “He gets so buried in his studies, he forgets people exist. Forgetting a date? Happens all the time. And he hates disappointing Keigo. So…” He trailed off.
Natsuo dragged both hands down his face. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I don’t even know which side I’m supposed to be on. You two seriously need therapy.”
He turned toward the porch, shaking his head. “I’m going back to uni first thing tomorrow morning,” he announced dramatically.
Dabi stayed quiet for a beat, arms folded, the weight of Natsuo’s disgust hanging in the humid air. Then, quietly, he asked, “So you think I’m wrong in this?”
Natsuo paused, his back half-turned. “You’re not wrong for falling in love,” he said slowly. “And Touya-ni’s not wrong for trusting you too much. But you two…” He looked back over his shoulder. “You need to talk.”
He took a breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose again. “Because the one caught in the crossfire right now? It’s Keigo .” Natsuo’s voice dipped.
“I can’t even look at his face right now,” Natsuo muttered, stepping back again. “And I already feel like shit for knowing what I know and not saying a word. So don’t talk to me the rest of the night. Seriously.” His voice cracked. “I don’t wanna know anything else.”
Without waiting for a reply, Natsuo turned and walked away. Dabi stayed where he was, motionless. Then he looked up at the sky. His voice was low, barely audible. “I’m so fucked.”
Back in the bedroom, Keigo dabbed ointment onto Touya’s split lip with gentle fingers and a furrowed brow. “Are you a child?” he muttered, eyes fixed on the injury. “What the hell were you even fighting about? I don’t get you, Touya.”
Touya flinched when Keigo pressed too hard, hissing through his teeth. “Watch it,” he snapped, “Well, at least now you can tell us apart , right?”
Keigo blinked, his hand still. “W-What?” he stammered, pulling back slightly. “Are you mad about the, what, the table thing? God, Touya. That was one time. I just got mixed up, alright? You guys look identical . Don’t start this again.”
Touya almost laughed. Almost. No, it wasn’t one time . He wanted to say it so badly his jaw ached. Dabi went on the dates. Dabi smiled and played the part. And Keigo… Keigo never noticed .
And this morning, when he woke Keigo up, saw him tangled in blankets, lips swollen, eyes glassy and fucked-out? His skin still flushed, scent still wrong. Dabi had fucked him. And Keigo didn’t know. Didn’t know that Touya hadn’t been the one who touched him like that.
Touya swallowed, his throat tight. His voice came out quieter. “You say it was just once,” he said, watching the floor. “But how can I be sure? You look at me and smile like you know me. But what if it’s not even me you’re seeing?”
Keigo blinked, pulled back slightly. “Okay, what the hell is this about?” he asked. “Is this jealousy? Some kind of weird guilt trip? You’re acting like I cheated on you, and I have no clue what I’m supposed to be guilty of.”
Touya looked up. “That’s the problem, Keigo,” he said softly. “You don’t even realize what you’re doing. You don’t know which one of us you’ve been loving.” His fingers curled into fists in his lap. “And maybe neither do I.”
Keigo reached forward and gently took Touya’s hand, his thumb brushing over the knuckles like it could quiet whatever storm was brewing there. “The one I love right now is you,” he said firmly. “Not your twin. You, Touya. Always you.”
Touya gave a small, tired smile. “Keigo,” he said, almost gently, “I’ve seen the way you look at him. I know that look. We have the same face, yeah, but how can I be sure it’s me you love? That it’s me you’ll still love tomorrow?”
Keigo blinked, stunned by the weight behind the words. “What? Touya, what are you even talking about?” he asked, shaking his head. “Okay, I’ve mixed you two up before, fine, but I know who I’m with. I’m not confused. I slept with you , not Dabi.”
Touya’s eyes darkened. “...You sure?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “You’re really sure about that?” He tilted his head just enough for the question to land like a punch, quiet and devastating.
Keigo’s eyes widened. “What the hell, Touya?” he asked, voice cracking. “Are you accusing me of…of cheating ? With Dabi ?” He let go of Touya’s hand and stood up, hands clenched at his sides. “That’s so fucking low .”
Touya didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His silence filled the space with implication, with doubt , and it hurt more than yelling ever could.
Keigo bit his lip, hard, until it stung. His voice came out rough. “I… I love you, Touya,” he said. “I love you so fucking much it scares me. And yet you… you think I’m that shallow? That I could mistake you for him and just…what? Go with it?”
Touya stood now. “I think,” he said carefully, “that you’ve been loving something comfortable. Something familiar. Not me . Not the whole me. Just what you thought I was.” His voice broke. “And I let it happen. Because I wanted to be loved too.”
Keigo stared at him like he was unraveling before his eyes. “You’re not making sense,” he said. “What the fuck are you saying? What do you mean , you let it happen? Touya… what happened? ” His voice cracked again, this time with panic.
Touya stepped in close, gently cradling Keigo’s face between his palms. His thumbs brushed beneath Keigo’s eyes like he was wiping away more than just confusion. “…Nothing,” he whispered. “Maybe I’m just too tired. The fight, everything, it’s messing with my head. That’s all.”
Keigo's expression softened under Touya's touch, the panic bleeding into something gentler. “You're scaring me,” he murmured, but leaned into the closeness anyway,. His breath hitched when Touya dipped down and pressed their lips together.
Touya’s mouth moved against him. When he pulled back, his voice was low. “Keigo,” he whispered, “what did I do to you last night? Did I fuck you good?” His eyes searched Keigo’s face, knowing the answer before it came.
Keigo flushed immediately, eyes half-lidded with memory. “So good…” he breathed. “I couldn’t even walk right this morning. Felt you in me the second I moved.” His voice dipped into a moan, embarrassed but aching. “You ruined me.”
Touya’s smile was slow and sad. “The best?” he asked. “Better than all the others? You didn’t think of anyone else… just me, right?” His hands drifted down to Keigo’s waist.
Keigo nodded, lips parted. “Yes. The best,” he whispered, breath trembling. “No one’s ever touched me like that. I don’t even know how you did it.” He leaned forward, eyes dazed.
Touya leaned in, letting his breath warm Keigo’s lips without touching. “You want it again?” he murmured. “Would you let me wreck you, again ? Leave you shaking and full and fucked open until you can’t think?”
Keigo let out a soft, helpless laugh. “A hundred more times if you can,” he said, voice thick with need. “Touya, fuck, I want it now . I’ve been hard since dinner. Just thinking about it.” His hips shifted, brushing against Touya’s thigh for friction.
Touya kissed the corner of his mouth, then whispered, “Between last night… and what happened at the river this afternoon…” he paused, brushing his fingers down Keigo’s side, “which one did you like more, Keigo?” His eyes didn’t blink. “Tell me the truth.”
Keigo blinked, surprised by the question, but his answer came quickly. He leaned forward until their foreheads touched. “Last night,” he whispered. “In the car. When you fucked me so hard I saw stars. My knees gave out. I came so fast I thought I blacked out. Fuck, Touya, I'm hard just thinking about it.”
Touya didn’t speak for a second. His smile faltered. His hands slipped from Keigo’s face to his shoulders. The confirmation settled cold and heavy in his stomach, even as heat curled in his groin from Keigo’s praise. Dabi. He was talking about Dabi.
The next morning, the house was unusually quiet. Natsuo had already left early, catching the first train back to campus like he promised. Rei was out in town with Shoto, leaving only the two eldest sons, Touya and Dabi, sitting across from each other at the breakfast table.
The air smelled like grilled rice and burnt silence. Dabi sipped his coffee slowly, watching the steam rise like it could distract from Touya’s presence. After a few minutes of chewing and glancing anywhere but each other, he finally spoke. “…Where’s Keigo?”
Touya didn’t look up from his bowl. “I fucked him last night,” he said flatly. “So maybe he’s still sleeping it off.” He scooped another bite of rice into his mouth.
Dabi’s spoon paused mid-air. He looked up, one eyebrow twitching. “Still not satisfied, huh?” he said. “Even after you already fucked him at the river?” Then, after a beat, smirking, cruel: “Or maybe… you didn’t satisfy him enough ?”
Touya’s gaze snapped up like a drawn blade. He didn’t blink. “Fuck you, Dabi,” he said. “Are you a perv now? You watching from behind trees while I fuck him? Jerking off when you get the angle just right?”
Dabi smirked. “You’re the one who did it openly, genius,” he replied. “That’s our old playground, Touya. You don’t fuck someone there. Not him . Not like that .”
Touya scoffed. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said. “I forgot we passed the moral compass the moment you decided to fuck my boyfriend without asking. You really wanna talk about inappropriate locations now?”
Dabi's smirk faded. His eyes narrowed. “You think fucking him harder is gonna erase what happened?” he asked. “You think giving him orgasms on sacred childhood turf makes him yours again?” His voice dipped low. “Newsflash, nii-san. That man screamed for me.”
Touya stood up abruptly, the chair legs scraping against the wooden floor. “ He thought you were me! ” he growled. “You tricked him. Used my name. My body. That’s not sex, Dabi, it’s a fucking lie. ” His fists were clenched, knuckles white.
Dabi stayed seated. “Then maybe your boyfriend’s in love with a lie,” he said. “Maybe he’s in love with the version of you I pretended to be.” His mouth curved upward, cruel. “Tell me, Touya… was he louder for you?”
Touya’s fists trembled against the table. His voice dropped low, coiled tight with fury. “Say one more word,” he warned, deadly calm. “And I’m fucking breaking your teeth, Dabi. I don’t care if you’re my brother. I’ll snap your fucking jaw.”
Dabi didn’t flinch. “Maybe you should break your own teeth while you’re at it,” he said. “You really think this isn’t your fault too?” His voice sharpened. “ Touya, how many dates did I go on because you asked?”
Touya’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. Dabi pressed harder, like twisting a knife.
“Tell me, was it my fault?” Dabi demanded. “Don’t act like some fucking saint when you handed him to me, every single time, with a polite excuse and a smile. Be honest. Do you even love him?”
Touya opened his mouth, then closed it. His throat worked silently, but no words came out. The table felt too small between them now. The truth sat like a ghost in the empty chair across from Dabi’s smirk.
“I’m a man, Touya,” Dabi said. “I could’ve fucked him a dozen times while pretending to be you. He begged. Kissed me like he meant it. But every time he said your name…” He swallowed hard. “I stopped myself.”
Touya looked up sharply, anger flickering in his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I gave him to you,” he said. “I didn’t give you permission. I didn’t say yes, Dabi. You don’t get to twist this like I offered him up.”
“Not at first,” Dabi murmured. His expression was unreadable now. “But by the fifth date… you started thinking about it, didn’t you?” He leaned in. “Why else does a man send his twin brother to date his boyfriend? You wanted to see if I’d take the bait.”
Touya’s chest tightened. Dabi’s voice had grown softer, more cutting.
“Was it to mock me?” Dabi asked. “Show me what I couldn’t have? Rub it in my face that Keigo was yours and I’d never be?”
Touya’s breath came faster, chest rising and falling in tight rhythm. “You knew how I felt about him,” Dabi continued. “You knew , Touya. You’ve always known. And still, you used me. Like a fucking stand-in. Like I didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t already in love with him.”
“You weren’t supposed to fuck him! ” Touya’s voice cracked. “He wasn’t yours! And now he just, he gloats , every time!” His hands curled into fists again. “He tells me how good it was. How you wrecked him. How it was the best. ”
Dabi blinked, mouth curling with something between pride and cruelty. “Oh?” he said, stepping closer with that arrogant slouch. “Are you jealous , big brother? That I fucked him better than you ever did?” He laughed, low and sharp. “Well, damn. That’s nice to hear.”
“ Fuck you! ” Touya shouted, and shoved Dabi hard in the chest. The motion was rough, clumsy with anger. “ Fuck you , Dabi!” The shove sent Dabi stumbling half a step, but he didn’t retaliate, he just grinned, all teeth and bad intentions.
Footsteps echoed behind them. “...Guys?” Keigo’s voice came soft, hesitant, then firm with confusion. He stood in the hallway, blinking between the two of them. His hair was still messy from sleep, but his face paled. “What are you…what are you talking about?”
Neither of them answered immediately. Touya’s chest was still heaving, his fists trembling at his sides. Dabi slowly turned toward Keigo, the smirk fading, replaced with something unreadable. Keigo looked between them like trying to solve a puzzle missing half the pieces.
“You’re joking, right?” Keigo asked, stepping closer, voice tight. “You guys are fucking with me. Please tell me this is some… dark Todoroki humor thing. A prank. Something.”
Dabi looked at Keigo, the fire gone from his voice, replaced with a lazy grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “…Yeah,” he said, with a shrug so casual it hurt. “Just something to laugh about.”
Keigo tried to smile back, but it cracked at the edges. His eyes flicked between them again, distrust and confusion building in his chest like smoke. He couldn’t read them anymore, couldn’t tell if it was sarcasm, denial, or the truth they were swallowing whole.
Touya, still flushed from anger, turned his head toward Keigo. His jaw tightened, but his voice came out steady. “We’re going back to campus today,” he said coldly. “Get your things packed.”
Keigo blinked, confusion flickering across his face. “But… but we still have a few days left,” he said, hesitant. “You said we’d stay until the weekend. We were gonna go to the lake tomorrow, remember? With Rei-san?” His voice cracked a little.
“I said now ,” Touya snapped.
Keigo flinched as if struck, his posture folding in a little. “…Yes,” he said softly. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll go pack now.” He didn’t wait for a reply. Just turned and walked off down the hallway.
The silence left behind was thick and ugly. Dabi sat back down, his hoodie casting shadows over his face. “Nice work,” he muttered. “You snapped at the one person who didn’t even know he was in the middle of our war.”
Touya didn’t look at Dabi when he spoke. “Shut up, Dabi,” he muttered. “We’re taking the train back. You take the car.”
Dabi tilted his head, slowly leaning back in the chair with mock relaxation. “Oh? Why, can’t help picturing me fucking him in there?” he asked casually, tongue clicking against his teeth. “Don’t act like you didn’t fuck him in that backseat too.”
Touya’s jaw tightened, fists clenching at his sides. “Shut. Up.”
Dabi stood slowly, the chair legs scraping the floor with a sound too loud for the moment. “I wonder,” he said, “how long until he figures it out. A smell. A phrase. A memory that doesn’t line up.”
Touya finally looked at him, expression twisted somewhere between dread and hatred.
“I’m giving you advice, nii-san ,” Dabi said, stepping toward the door. “Tell him now. It’ll hurt. It’ll break something. But it’s better than him figuring it out on his own. Better than watching him love a lie without knowing it.”
Touya didn’t respond right away. He sat frozen, breathing through clenched teeth, eyes fixed on a stain in the wood grain. “You think this is me being noble,” he said finally, voice hollow. “It’s not. I just don’t want to see his face when it breaks.”
Dabi paused at the doorway, then turned just enough to glance back at Touya. His eyes were sharp, the smirk curling on his lips thin and dangerous. “Since we’re playing it like this now,” he said, voice cool, “I’m not backing down.”
He leaned on the doorframe, casual in posture, but his voice dropped into something darker. “Now that you’ve got that cute little bruised lip, maybe he can tell us apart. But I wonder… when that heals, what happens then?” His smile grew colder. “What if he picks wrong again?”
Touya’s head lifted, slow and heavy. “Dabi…” he warned, the name like a quiet growl under his breath.
But Dabi didn’t stop. “I’m not backing up now,” he said. “I’m sorry, Touya.” He looked at him for a second too long. “You had your chance to claim him. You didn’t. And I’m not pretending I don’t want him anymore.”
The ride back to campus was painfully quiet. Touya sat by the window, the landscape blurring past in green and grey. Beside him, Keigo leaned against his shoulder, asleep, soft breaths tickling his collarbone.
Touya didn’t move. Not even to brush Keigo’s hair out of his face. His eyes stayed on the glass, but his thoughts were buried in the warm weight pressed against him. If he told him now, if he confessed everything, what would Keigo say?
Would he scream? Cry? Would he storm off the train and never look back? Or worse, would he just go quiet… pack his things, disappear from Touya’s life without a word? Would he hate Dabi more, or him for allowing it to happen?
Because it was his fault. All of it. Touya clenched his jaw and looked down at Keigo’s sleeping face. He was the one who opened the door. Every time he bailed on a date, every time he handed his brother a smile and an excuse.
He was the one who made Dabi feel needed, like a substitute, a second skin to wear when Touya was too tired or too distracted. He used Dabi. Gave him just enough warmth to keep him near, even when he knew how Dabi looked at Keigo.
He saw it. God, he saw it from the start. The way Dabi’s eyes lingered too long. The way his voice softened when Keigo was around. He should’ve said no. Should’ve stopped it. Instead, he played god with their hearts and pretended it was fine.
Keigo stirred slightly in his sleep, letting out a quiet breath. He mumbled something, too soft to catch, but Touya’s throat tightened. He looked away quickly, heart pounding. Did he just say Touya’s name? Or had he whispered it to the wrong twin again?
Touya leaned his head back against the seat, shutting his eyes, hating the way it felt to be loved this much… and still not know if it was really him being loved at all. Maybe Dabi wasn’t the only one stealing moments.
Dabi hadn’t come near Touya’s room in weeks. He let the silence hang, afraid of what they’d say if it broke again.
Then the door opened without knocking. Dabi leaned against the frame, arms crossed, eyes burning. “Keigo asked you on a date yesterday, right?” His voice was ice. “You forgot, didn’t you? Are you that stupid or doing this on purpose?”
Touya looked up slowly from his lab report, blinking like he was just surfacing from underwater. Then the memory hit, Keigo, grinning, talking about a new café near the station. He’d nodded, distracted, told him sure, I’ll take you . And then he forgot.
“…You took him?” Touya asked, the words thick in his throat.
Dabi rolled his eyes, stepping fully into the room. “Obviously,” he snapped. “Someone had to. I told you, remember?” His smirk returned. “I’m not backing down. If you keep giving him to me, I’ll keep fucking catching him.”
Touya stood, pushing the report aside. His voice stayed low. “He still loves me ,” he said. “You’re just making it easier. Every time you touch him, it reminds him of who he thinks he’s touching. You’re just a shortcut back to me.”
Dabi flinched, just a little. “ Fuck you, Touya,” he snapped, voice raw. He slammed the door so hard the walls shook.
“Hey, Touya, look,” Keigo said, tugging his sleeve as they passed the small flower stall near the train station café. He held up a laminated tag with a bright bloom pressed against it. “You remember this flower you gave me last time we came here?”
Touya turned, eyeing the red petals and curled edges. The sign read: Red Camellia. His brow furrowed. He didn’t remember ever giving Keigo that flower. Not here. Not anywhere. His stomach dropped. That wasn’t him. It had to be Dabi.
Keigo grinned softly. “You told me you’d explain the story behind it,” he said. “Some old romantic tale, I think?” He glanced sideways at Touya. “Though knowing you, it probably ends in death or revenge.” He nudged him playfully.
Touya swallowed and forced a chuckle. “Oh. Yeah,” he murmured, staring harder at the flower like the truth might bloom from it. “I totally forgot.” The lie came smooth, but guilt itched at the back of his tongue. He could feel Dabi’s shadow between them.
Keigo pouted. “You always forget lately,” he muttered. “I’m gonna start carrying a notebook to keep track of your memory loss.”
Touya smiled. He leaned in close, brushed his fingers against Keigo’s waist, and murmured near his ear, “You haven’t done it in a while, right?” His voice was low, suggestive. “Wanna check out somewhere… quieter?”
The question was honeyed, but inside, it bit like a blade. He was testing something, testing him . If Dabi had touched Keigo on that last “date,” if Touya’s own absence had been filled with something harder, rougher, realer, then Keigo’s answer would cut him open.
Keigo blushed immediately, lips parting in that breathy, pretty way Touya always loved. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “It’s been a while.” He stepped closer, tugging gently on Touya’s wrist. “Let’s go. I was hoping you’d say something first.”
Touya exhaled, quiet relief crashing through him, but it didn’t feel like victory. It felt like mercy. He took Keigo’s hand, smiling as he led them away from the flower stand, praying he never had to ask which twin he was thinking of next time he moaned.
The hotel room was quiet, save for the wet sound of skin meeting skin and Keigo’s breathless moans echoing against the walls. “T-Touya… harder , ah, do it harder…” he gasped, thighs trembling as he arched up into him, fingers digging into the sheets.
Touya held Keigo’s hips tight, burying himself deeper with every thrust, chasing the high not out of lust, but desperation. Keigo’s body welcomed him, clung to him, trusted him, and Touya clung right back, whispering his name like a prayer, like a claim.
Keigo came with a sharp cry, his entire body twitching beneath him. A second later, Touya followed, gasping into Keigo’s neck as he spilled inside him. For a fleeting second, it felt real. Like everything broken had been stitched back together.
Keigo rolled over, pressing his body flush against Touya’s side. His lips brushed against his ear, voice sweet, lazy, content. “Can you…” he whispered, “can you fuck me like that again , like in the car, at your hometown?” His fingers traced Touya’s ribs, trusting.
Touya’s stomach dropped. The words hit harder than the orgasm. His muscles froze beneath Keigo’s touch, the memory snapping into focus: That wasn’t me. The car. The angle. The desperation. That night… was Dabi’s. Dabi had been the one to…
He wanted to ask what exactly Keigo remembered. The position? The rhythm? The words whispered between thrusts? Did he even realize? Or was he still blind in love?
The week blurred by in assignments and half-slept nights, leaving everyone frayed. Keigo was walking through campus, nose buried in his textbook, muttering formulas under his breath when he accidentally collided with someone’s chest. “Ah, shit, sorry…” He looked up. “Touya?”
Touya gave a soft smile, hands slipping into his pockets. “Hi there,” he said, voice relaxed. “Busy week?” His eyes trailed over Keigo’s slightly messy hair and open textbook. “Or just multitasking your way into public collisions?”
Keigo groaned, flipping his book closed. “Yeah. I told you I have a quiz this week, right?” He leaned his weight on one foot, clearly overstimulated and underfed, but his lips curled in a familiar pout. “Don’t act surprised. I told you three times.”
Touya chuckled. “Right, right,” he nodded. “Anyway, I was gonna ask… You wanna check out that café downtown? The one with the chicken glaze you kept raving about last month.”
Keigo’s eyes lit up, practically sparkling. “Wait… really ? You remembered that?” He bounced slightly on his heels. “Okay, yeah, give me until this evening. I’ve got study group ‘til four, but after that I’m free. You better not eat without me.”
“Wouldn’t dare,” Touya said with a grin. “I’ll meet you at the campus gate around five?” Keigo nodded eagerly, already walking backward while flipping open his book again. Touya watched him go with a soft expression.
Later that evening, the air was cooler, dusk painting long shadows across the pavement. Keigo was already at the gate when Touya arrived, dressed in a black jacket and jeans. “Hey,” Keigo said with a tired smile. “You look nice. Don’t say I didn’t try.”
Touya chuckled, brushing his shoulder against Keigo’s as they began walking. “You always look nice,” he said casually, eyes flicking to Keigo’s flushed ears. “Even buried under textbooks and caffeine stains.” Keigo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling the whole time.
Luckily, the café wasn’t crowded. The line only took ten minutes, and they were seated at a cozy table near the window. The smell of roasting garlic and warm soy glaze filled the air, and Keigo practically moaned as he opened the menu.
“Oh my god ,” Keigo whispered. “They have the crispy kind. With the sesame drizzle. I’m getting three.” He looked up with a mock-serious expression. “Don’t stop me. I’ll fight you.” Touya just laughed, watching him fondly, guilt tugging at his chest again.
They ended up ordering way too much. Keigo devoured his plates like a man on the edge, groaning with every bite of sesame-drizzled chicken. Touya chuckled, sipping his drink. “You keep eating like that, you’ll gain five kilos by the final term.”
Keigo gave him a scandalized look, mouth full. “Rude.” He swallowed, pointing a chopstick at him. “These are joy calories. They don’t count. I’m emotionally attached to this glaze. You wouldn’t get it.” His mock-glare melted into a grin that made Touya’s chest ache.
By the time they left, it was just past seven. The sidewalks were quiet, sky dusky and heavy with clouds. Halfway back, the rain came fast and hard, slamming down without warning. Touya cursed and yanked Keigo under a closed street stall’s overhang.
Keigo laughed breathlessly, his hair already damp and sticking to his face. “Ughhh, I’m all wet ,” he groaned, tugging at his shirt, which clung to him like a second skin. He looked up at Touya with a dramatic pout. “I blame you. This is your fault.”
Touya smirked, eyes dragging over him. “You look like a drowned cat,” he teased. The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp painted Keigo gold and shadow. Raindrops slid down his jaw, pooling at his collarbone.
Keigo looked up at him, blinking rain from his lashes, his lips parted like he was about to say something, and Touya felt it. The wind, the damp heat, the flickering light, all of it wrapping around Keigo like he belonged to that moment.
Before he could think, Touya leaned in, hand sliding to the back of Keigo’s head, fingers tangling in wet hair. He kissed him hard, wet mouths crashing together in the dark, breath stolen between lips slick with rain.
Keigo gasped into it, his hands gripping Touya’s hoodie as their bodies pressed close. He opened his mouth easily, welcoming him deeper. Touya's thigh slid between Keigo’s legs, nudging them apart. Keigo moaned softly as he started to grind down against it.
Rain pattered around them, forgotten. The world narrowed to wet denim, clinging cotton, and heat blooming under skin. Keigo’s spine arched against the wall of the stall, the soft drag of fabric making him hiss. “Touya…” he breathed, voice hot and shaky.
They kissed like they couldn’t get enough, like it had been too long. Touya’s knee flexed, dragging friction out of Keigo’s hips until he was trembling against him. But then Keigo pulled back, lips swollen, breathless. “…Wow,” he murmured, stunned.
Touya didn’t move, still hovering close, his palm resting on Keigo’s hip. His voice came low, touched with disbelief and something deeper. “…Yeah. Wow.” He tried to smile, but it faltered slightly, because he hadn’t meant to kiss him like that. Not with this much need .
Keigo shifted against Touya, rain dripping from his bangs, his breath still a little uneven. “Our clothes are soaked,” he mumbled, looking down at his clinging shirt with a weak laugh. “We can’t go back to campus like this… they’ll see everything. ”
Touya arched a brow, smirking a little. “Then let’s go to a hotel,” he said. “It’s closer anyway. Warm shower, dry towels, no one staring at your see-through shirt.”
Keigo blinked, surprised, then nodded, too fast. “Yeah….yeah, good idea,” he said quickly. “Definitely not just an excuse to get you naked or anything.” But the blush on his ears said otherwise.
Touya laughed softly under his breath. “You’re a terrible liar,” he murmured, brushing past him to step out from under the stall. “Come on.” He held out his hand. Keigo took it without hesitation, fingers cold but curling confidently into Touya’s.
The hotel door clicked shut behind them, barely a second before Touya grabbed Keigo by the hips and shoved him back against the wall with a low grunt. His mouth crashed against Keigo’s, all teeth and heat, no time for patience or sweetness.
Keigo gasped, grinning even as he kissed back hard, fingers already tugging at Touya’s hoodie. “Fuck, you’re needy today,” he panted, breath hot between their lips. “What happened to your whole broody self-restraint act?” His shirt hit the floor next with a soft rustle.
Touya ignored him, mouthing along his jaw as his fingers yanked open buttons, clothes falling away until Keigo was left in nothing but tight black briefs. “It’s been a while,” Touya muttered against his skin, voice ragged. His hips ground forward, cock already heavy in his jeans.
“Mnghhh…a while?” Keigo groaned, squirming under the press of Touya’s body. “You just fucked me a few days ago, Touya” His hands slid down, cupping the bulge in Touya’s jeans with a cocky smirk. “Or do you not remember that?”
Touya bit down on the side of his neck, hard enough to leave a mark. “Still a while,” he growled, voice strained as he pulled back just enough to drag his tongue over the rising bruise. “You’re too good to go that long without. Don’t argue.”
Keigo’s breath stuttered, fingers tightening in Touya’s hair as he tilted his head, offering more of his throat. “Not arguing,” he gasped, voice breathless now.
Touya huffed a dark laugh, then lifted Keigo off the ground with a grunt, hands gripping under his thighs. Keigo yelped, instinctively wrapping his legs around his waist. “You never shut up,” Touya muttered, walking them toward the bed. “Guess I’ll have to make you.”
Keigo snorted, breath catching. “Promises, promises,” he murmured, eyes lidded. “You keep saying that, but I’m still running my mouth.” Then he leaned close, lips brushing Touya’s ear. “Maybe you just like hearing me moan with something inside me.”
That earned him a low curse, and Touya dropped him onto the bed like a thrown challenge. He kicked off his jeans, cock springing free, flushed and hard. “Then shut up and open your legs, Keigo,” he said, voice rough, eyes dark with hunger.
Keigo didn’t hesitate. He slid his briefs down slow, teasing, then tossed them off the bed with a flick of his foot. “Like what you see?” he purred, spreading his legs wide, cock already hard, leaking. “Your boyfriend’s a real slut tonight.”
Touya didn’t answer, he was busy rummaging through the drawer beside the bed, hand wrapping around the lube. Then he froze, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out a sleek black vibrator. “Well well,” he said, lifting it like a trophy. “Look what I found.”
Keigo blinked, propping himself up on his elbows. “You… never use that,” he said cautiously, eyes narrowing. “You said it was too much work. And the buzz creeped you out.” His voice was suspicious, but his cock twitched anyway.
Touya knelt between his legs, thumb sliding along the toy’s switch. It gave a soft hum in response. “Then let’s make a memory,” he said, eyes hooded. “Come on, Keigo. Show me how you stretch yourself. I wanna see how ready you can be for me.”
Keigo’s breath caught. He flushed, not from shame but pure heat, pupils blown. “You’re really serious?” he asked, lips parted. But when Touya said nothing, only leaned back to watch with a hungry gaze, Keigo groaned low and grabbed the lube with shaking fingers.
He poured too much into his palm, slick dripping onto the sheets, but he didn’t care. One hand slid down to spread himself open, the other guiding slick fingers between his cheeks. “Fuck… Touya, you’re gonna make me fall in love all over again.”
Touya exhaled through his nose, deep and low, eyes fixed on every slow thrust of Keigo’s fingers. “You say that like you ever stopped,” he muttered. His hand slid over his cock without thinking, stroking lazily. “Deeper, baby. Show me.”
Keigo whimpered, pushing a second finger in, hips rolling gently. “Nnnghh… it’s so fucking hot when you get like this,” he panted. “You never talk this much during sex. What happened? Did someone swap you with a horny clone?”
“I just found out,” Touya muttered, voice gravel-low as his hand dragged slow over his cock, “that maybe you like this version of me.” His eyes didn’t lift once, locked on Keigo’s slick hole twitching around his own fingers. “The dirtier I get, the harder you moan.”
“Yes… nghhh, fuck, yes, keep talking like that,” Keigo gasped, face flushed and lips wet. He was still working himself open. “Say something filthy. Tell me how I look, Touya. Don’t fucking stop.”
“Keigo,” Touya growled, cock visibly twitching in his grip, voice breaking on a groan. “Come on, baby. Put in the third finger. I’m so fucking hard already, I’m gonna lose it if you don’t open that hole faster.” His voice shook with restraint.
“W-Wait,” Keigo whimpered, breath catching as he tried to push in deeper. “Shit, ahhh, it’s tight today. F-Fuck.” He bit his lip hard, thighs trembling as he worked the stretch, eyes fluttering shut. “Give me a second, I’m not made of rubber, asshole.”
Touya didn’t wait. He reached behind him, grabbed the vibrator, and tossed it straight at Keigo’s chest with a thud. “Then fuck yourself with this next,” he snapped. “You want dirty? Make yourself drip for me.”
Keigo blinked, catching it awkwardly as it bounced against his stomach. He stared at it for a second, wide-eyed. “Huh?” he said, breathless and confused. “You’re giving me homework now?” His lips curled into a shaky grin. “God, you’re mean when you’re horny.”
Touya just leaned back on his heels, stroking himself slowly, eyes blazing. “Stop stalling,” he said. “Lube it up. Push it in. I want to watch you squirm, Keigo. I want to hear how filthy you sound fucking yourself for me.”
Keigo whimpered as he pulled his slick fingers free with a wet sound, thighs twitching from the stretch. He grabbed the lube again, squeezing a generous line along the vibrator, spreading it messily along the length. His breath hitched as he lined it up.
Touya’s hand tightened around his cock, stroking slow. “Fuck, Keigo… yes. Just like that,” he rasped, voice rough with anticipation. “Push it in, baby. Slowly. Let me see you take it. Let me see that pretty hole swallow it.”
“Mnnnghh…fuck, fuck, it’s my first time,” Keigo whimpered, his head falling back as the toy slid in inch by inch. His thighs trembled around it, body tightening. “God, ahh… Touya…” He gasped sharply, eyes fluttering. “Mmm… it’s all in. It’s so deep…”
Touya’s lips curled into a dark, pleased smirk. “Now the good part,” he muttered, leaning forward with a wicked glint in his eye. His hand reached between Keigo’s legs and flicked the switch on. The low buzz ignited instantly and Keigo fell backward with a guttural moan.
“F-Fuck…Touya!” Keigo cried, back arching off the sheets as the vibrations hit him all at once. His hips bucked, hole clenching instinctively around the toy as it pulsed inside him. “Oh god, it’s so much…why does that feel so good!?”
Touya laughed quietly. “Because you’re a dirty little thing who likes being wrecked,” he said, crawling over him, cock dragging along Keigo’s thigh. “Look at you. Just a toy and you’re already melting.” He kissed him, hot and open.
Touya laughed quietly, dark and warm against Keigo’s mouth. “Because you’re a dirty little thing who likes being wrecked,” he said, crawling over him, cock dragging slick along Keigo’s thigh. “Look at you. Just a toy and you’re already melting.” He kissed him—hot, deep, open.
While their mouths tangled, Touya’s hand wrapped around the base of the toy, fucking it in and out with slow, firm thrusts. Keigo’s hips bucked helplessly with every push. “Fuck, fuck, you look beautiful,” Touya rasped against his lips. “Like a fucking whore stretched wide just for me.”
Keigo moaned shamelessly into the kiss, legs spreading wider, desperate. “Mnghh, ah, so good…it’s so fucking good,” he gasped, voice shaking. “I-I can feel it everywhere, Touya, please, don’t stop, don’t stop…” His fingers clutched at Touya’s back, nails biting skin.
Touya broke the kiss just long enough to breathe against his cheek. “You want more, Keigo?” he asked, teasing the toy deeper with a slow grind. “Wanna feel my cock next, replacing it? You want it thick, deep, hot, filling you until you cry?”
“Yes…yes, oh God, yes,” Keigo cried, thighs trembling as the toy pushed deeper. “I want all of it…I want your cock, please…Touya, fuck me already…” His body arched, chasing friction, helpless and soaked in sweat.
Touya smirked. “You are a slut, Keigo. A dripping, cock-hungry slut who loves getting ruined,” he growled. “You love getting fucked, don’t you? You love this cock… my cock, don’t lie.”
Keigo’s breath hitched, pupils blown wide, chest heaving. “Yes,” he moaned, pure and wrecked. “I love it…I love your cock, I’m yours, Touya, fuck, just take me, please, please…fuck me now, I can’t take it anymore…”
Touya finally turned the toy off, its hum dying as he withdrew it just an inch. He didn’t pull it out. Instead, he spread Keigo open with both thumbs, gazing down like he was admiring a masterpiece. “Hold still,” he murmured, cock resting at the entrance.
Keigo tensed, eyes wide as he felt Touya line up. “T-Touya… wait. What are you doing?” he stammered, voice catching as the thick head of Touya’s cock nudged in. “P-Pull out the toy first, shit…I’m not stretched for both !”
Touya just grinned, leaning closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. “We’re trying something new,” he whispered, breath ghosting over Keigo’s mouth. “It’ll feel good, trust me.” He kissed him sweet and slow, even as his cock pressed forward.
“But… you’ve never…” Keigo’s voice broke off as he gasped, body shuddering under the pressure. He could feel both, the blunt stretch of the toy still inside, and Touya’s cock nudging in alongside it. “Oh my god,” he moaned, overwhelmed. “That’s insane.”
“Just the tip,” Touya said, soothingly, as if that made anything better. He rubbed Keigo’s thigh with one hand, the other steadying himself. “Don’t worry. I won’t push more.” His voice was thick. “You’re doing so good, Keigo. So fucking good.”
Keigo nodded faintly, dazed. “J-Just the tip?” he echoed, barely believing it himself. His legs trembled, but he didn’t stop Touya, he never could. The stretch was too much but he couldn’t deny the heat that curled in his belly.
“Yes… mnghh, oh fuck, you’re so damn tight,” Touya groaned, pushing the tip in just a breath deeper. His eyes rolled briefly as the squeeze around him pulsed. “Just like that,” he whispered, hips shaking. Then he slowly pulled out, teasing. “See? Just the tip.”
Touya kept sliding just the tip in and out, slow and shallow, watching Keigo writhe beneath him. The friction built with every stroke, until Keigo’s body arched, back bowing. “Mnghh…deeper…” he whimpered, voice breathy, cheeks flushed and eyes begging. “Please… deeper…”
Touya paused, grin lazy but eyes hungry. “You want more?” he asked, voice dark and teasing, his cock nudging deeper but still holding back. “You wanna feel all of it, slut?” His fingers brushed Keigo’s hip. “Say it nice and filthy.”
“Y-Yeahh, oh fuck, mnghh…it’s so good,” Keigo gasped, voice shaking as he clung to the sheets. “Give it to me, Touya. Please. I want it, I want all of you, I need it deeper…fuck me hard…”
“Slutty Keigo,” Touya growled, hips snapping forward in a sudden, deep thrust that made Keigo scream. “You begged for it, fuck, yes…so fucking tight, shit…” His rhythm broke, cock throbbing as he reached down and flicked the vibrator back on .
The second it buzzed to life inside him, Keigo’s body spasmed, a cry ripped from his throat. “Touya!” he choked, hands scrabbling for something to hold. And then everything tightened, heat exploded, both of them coming hard, Touya buried deep, cock pulsing.
They collapsed into each other, breath ragged and uneven, sweat cooling between them. Touya rested his forehead against Keigo’s, lips brushing skin. “Fuck… that was insane,” he murmured, still catching his breath. “I’ve never cum that fast with anyone.”
There was a pause. Keigo blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “...What do you mean by anyone ?” he asked. His chest was still rising and falling fast, but his expression suddenly shifted. “Are you fucking someone else, Touya?”
Touya exhaled slowly, reaching down to switch the vibrator off. The room settled into a heavy, sticky silence. He pulled out carefully, watching Keigo twitch from the sensitivity. “Of course not,” he muttered. “I meant before I started dating you, idiot.”
Keigo relaxed slightly, breathing easier, though his body was still a mess of overstimulation. “...Okay,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “Mnghh, please pull the toy out. I don’t have energy to be impaled anymore.” He threw an arm dramatically over his face.
Touya snorted, but moved slow and careful. He eased the toy free inch by inch, watching Keigo shiver, gasping as it finally slipped out. “Fuck,” Touya breathed, tossing it aside. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Wait ten minutes, I’m fucking you again.”
Keigo cracked an eye open, lips parted in disbelief. “You’re insatiable.” He blinked. “Wait, again ? After all that? Seriously, I feel like I gave birth to that thing.” He groaned, flopping onto his side. “Let me breathe , you monster.”
Touya grinned, stroking Keigo’s messy hair. “Okay, okay,” he said. “How about something lighter?” His voice dropped an octave, eyes gleaming. “Can I fuck your mouth instead?”
Keigo blinked, face still dazed and red. “My mouth?” he echoed. “You… you’ve never asked that before.” A beat passed, then he nodded slowly. “I mean, yes, if you want. I’m not gonna say no.”
“Great,” Touya said with a spark of excitement, standing up to stretch. “Let’s do it on the balcony,” he added casually, already walking to the glass doors. “You know, that position where you kneel while I look over the scenery.”
Keigo rolled onto his back, squinting at him. “What the hell’s gotten into you, Touya?” he asked, voice somewhere between amused and exasperated. “You sound like Dabi.” He sat up slowly, hair sticking to his forehead. “Like, exactly like him.”
Touya glanced over his shoulder. “You want Dabi to fuck you?” he asked. “Maybe that’s what this is about.”
Keigo’s mouth dropped open. “ God , what the fuck, Touya?!” he barked, flushing hard. “That’s your twin . You can’t just.. No! Why would you even say that?!”
“I’m just kidding,” Touya said with a lazy smirk, brushing hair back from his face. “Relax.” He stretched, bare and hard, already walking toward the balcony. “Come on. It’s still raining, no one’s gonna see us.”
Keigo groaned under his breath, dragging his feet toward the open glass doors. The chill in the air kissed his overheated skin, and Touya was already out there, leaning against the railing, cock in hand, slowly stroking himself as the rain misted the edge of the tile.
Wordless, Keigo sank to his knees. The stone floor was cool against his skin, contrasting the heat rolling in his belly. “You really want this,” he muttered, half to himself, eyes locked on Touya’s flushed tip. “You’re obsessed with corrupting me.”
“Fuck, look at the view,” Touya breathed, voice tight as he looked down. His hand paused. Keigo pressed Touya’s cock to his cheek, smearing the slick precum before turning and slowly licking a stripe along the underside. Touya’s breath hitched audibly.
“Damn, you’re unreal,” he muttered, one hand curling in Keigo’s hair. “Rain, mountains, and you on your knees, this is better than porn.” His voice cracked on a low groan as Keigo’s lips wrapped around the head, tongue circling lazy, slow.
Keigo hummed with a grin, sending vibrations through Touya’s cock. He pulled back with a wet pop, teasing the head against his tongue again. “You gonna come quick like before?” he teased, licking along the slit. “Or can you handle my mouth properly this time?”
Touya’s jaw clenched. “Smartass,” he growled, pushing his hips forward. “Don’t test me, Keigo. You’ll be choking on it if you keep talking.” His grip tightened in Keigo’s hair. “Now open up, baby. I’m not holding back.”
Keigo looked up through his lashes, then opened his mouth obediently, tongue flat, lips wet and waiting. Touya wasted no time—he pushed his cock in slow, eyes locked on the way Keigo’s lips wrapped around him, warmth engulfing inch by inch.
Touya groaned low, hips rocking forward until the tip pressed the back of Keigo’s throat. But Keigo didn’t flinch—he took it smooth, relaxed, no gag, just soft suction and slick heat. Touya’s cock twitched violently. “F-Fuck,” he gasped. “No gag reflex? Are you serious?”
Keigo smirked around him, letting Touya’s cock slide deeper, his throat tightening just slightly in a subtle, practiced swallow. His hands gripped Touya’s thighs as if to say keep going . His eyes glinted, smug and hungry. He knew exactly what that did to him.
Touya’s breath hitched, fingers tightening in Keigo’s hair like he needed the anchor. “Holy shit, Keigo,” he rasped, voice broken. “You’ve been holding out on me. Where the hell did you learn that?” He rolled his hips forward again, just a bit deeper.
Keigo gave a small hum of satisfaction, throat vibrating around the length inside him. His mouth worked expertly, lips tight, tongue teasing the underside every time Touya pulled back. Every sound he made was lewd, wet, designed to ruin whatever self-control Touya had left.
Touya gritted his teeth, trying and failing not to fuck forward too hard. “You’re a fucking menace,” he breathed, voice shaking. “God, look at you… on your knees, sucking cock like you were born for it. Bet you’d let me finish right down your throat.”
Keigo pulled back just far enough to let the head pop from his mouth, strands of spit connecting them. “Is that a challenge?” he whispered. Then he licked a slow circle around the tip. “Because I’m pretty sure I can win.”
“Fuck no,” Touya growled, voice low and nearly shaking. “I wanna cum on your face… then take a fucking picture so I can jerk off to it later.” He gripped the base of his cock, watching Keigo like prey. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Keigo didn’t flinch. He smirked, eyes flicking up with a wicked gleam. “There,” he whispered, dragging his tongue slowly up the shaft. “I want you to make a video too. Will you?” His voice dropped, sultry and defiant. “While you fuck me all fours.”
Touya’s breath caught like a punch to the ribs. His eyes widened slightly. “Are you… fucking serious?” he asked, cock twitching hard in his hand. “Keigo, that’s insane…Jesus.” But he was already imagining it, already ruined by the image of Keigo on all fours, moaning into the camera.
Keigo just winked, smug and flushed. “Later,” he said, voice a low purr as he leaned forward and licked a slow, deliberate swirl around the head. “First, cum on my face like you promised. Make a mess. I want to feel it drip down.”
That was all Touya needed. His hand tightened, and he shoved his cock back into Keigo’s mouth with a grunt, thrusting deep now. “Slut,” he growled, voice shaking. “Greedy little cockslut. Look at you, moaning with your mouth full… fuck .”
His hips snapped forward, fucking Keigo’s throat hard, rhythm brutal. “You don’t deserve this,” Touya snarled, voice cracked. “You don’t deserve any of it…you filthy, perfect whore..” He choked out a groan, head tipping back as he came hard.
Cum spilled across Keigo’s tongue, lips, and cheek, dripping messily down his chin. Touya pulled back at the last second to paint his face fully, breath ragged. He stared down at Keigo like he was a sin Touya couldn’t stop committing.
An hour later, Keigo was on all fours near the balcony doors, knees sliding slightly against the polished floor. Rain still whispered outside, but inside, Touya was buried deep in him, one hand gripping his hair, the other holding up his phone, camera rolling.
“Fuck me harder,” Keigo gasped, back arching, eyes glassy as the wet slap of Touya’s hips echoed through the room. “Yes, this …mnghh, this is what I wanted when I asked you to fuck harder.” His voice broke, thick with heat and desperation.
Touya’s breath was ragged, chest slick with sweat, the glow of the screen casting soft light across Keigo’s trembling body. “You filthy fucking thing,” he growled, yanking Keigo’s head back slightly. “Say it for the camera. Say what you are.”
Keigo moaned, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. “I’m your whore,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Your slut, fuck, your toy…fuck me, Touya, use me. God, it’s so fucking good…” His fingers clawed the floor uselessly, body jerking with every thrust.
Touya slammed into him harder, angling deep enough to make Keigo sob. “Yeah, that’s right,” he panted, voice right beside the mic. “Look at you. Fucking drooling while you get ruined. I’m gonna watch this later and cum all over again.”
“Now clench your ass,” Touya growled, voice thick with arousal. His hand smacked Keigo’s hip, guiding the angle. “Yes…arch more, just like that. Fuck.” He grunted as his hips slammed forward again. “Get up now. Hands on the railing. Don’t make me say it twice.”
Keigo stumbled upright, legs trembling, arms braced against the balcony railing. His breath caught as the cool metal kissed his skin. “I-It’s outside,” he stammered, eyes wide as rain mist hit his chest. “Oh fuck…oh fuck, someone could see…”
“Yeah?” Touya’s voice curled behind him, dark with hunger. “Moan more then. Maybe let them hear how much you love being my fucktoy.” He shoved in hard, and Keigo cried out, head tipping back. “Look at the camera, Keigo. Let them see you.”
Keigo turned his head, glancing over his shoulder. His cheeks were flushed, mouth wet, eyes unfocused. Then he shifted, turning fully, his back pressing to the cold railing. The move was shaky, but he opened his legs anyway. “I…I’m looking,” he breathed.
“Smile,” Touya ordered, phone aimed directly at him now, one hand stroking his cock as he kept fucking deep. “Fuck, smile for the camera, baby. Show them what a perfect little slut looks like when he’s full of cock and still begging.”
“Oh…oh fuck, mnghh, Touya, I’m gonna cum…” Keigo cried, voice breaking as his entire body seized with tension. His back arched against the railing, hips jerking. “I’m, fuck …” He moaned long and wrecked, cock twitching as thick ropes spilled messily across his stomach.
“Yes, fuck yes,” Touya panted, one hand steadying the phone, the other curling beneath Keigo’s thigh. “Cum for me, baby…let me see you fucking lose it .” He pulled Keigo’s leg up, exposing everything, camera focused on the flush and the tremble.
With a groan torn from his chest, Touya slammed into him twice more before he came, cock pulsing hard inside. “F-Fuck, Keigo…goddamn…” he hissed, then pulled out in one smooth, wet drag, catching on film the thick drip of cum spilling from Keigo’s used hole.
They stood there in the rain-misted silence, chests heaving, both marked and panting. Touya’s hand lingered on Keigo’s thigh, the camera still recording the slow trickle between his legs. “…Fuck,” Touya muttered, eyes blown wide. “That’s lewd, Keigo. You’re gonna kill me with this.”
Keigo blinked slowly, mouth twitching into a lazy, post-orgasm grin. “You’re the one who brought out the phone,” he mumbled, voice wrecked. “I just made sure you’d use it.” He leaned his head against Touya’s shoulder, breath still uneven. “Worth it?”
“So much worth it,” Touya murmured, still breathless. He leaned forward to press a slow kiss to Keigo’s temple, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “You looked like sin, and I filmed it. Pretty sure I just unlocked a new addiction.”
Keigo chuckled softly, wiping at the drying mess on his stomach with two fingers. “Want me to send the video to your number?” he asked, tilting his head, still glowing.
“Later,” Touya said . “I’ll AirDrop it to myself once I’m not shaking.” He gave Keigo’s thigh a light slap. “Go take a shower. You’re leaking and it’s ruining my ability to think.”
Keigo nodded, stretching slowly with a satisfied groan. “You wanna come with me?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder as he stepped inside, naked and still sticky, trailing rainwater and sweat across the floorboards.
“Nah,” Touya said, flopping down into a nearby chair. “If I go in there, I’ll probably fuck you again. And you look like your legs might give out if someone sneezes too hard.” His voice was flat, but the smirk tugged at his lips.
Keigo grinned as he disappeared down the hall, ass swaying with every step. “Your loss,” he called back playfully. “Guess I’ll have to soap up all alone. ” He laughed at the faint sound of Touya cursing under his breath behind him.
Keigo stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, hair damp and dripping. He froze mid-step. “Why does it smell like smoke in here?” he asked, nose wrinkling. Touya was lounging on the bed, towel around his waist, phone in hand.
Touya glanced up briefly, then back at the screen. “I don’t smell anything,” he said, voice casual, scrolling with his thumb. “Maybe you’re still disoriented. I did fuck your sinuses loose.” His smirk was audible even without eye contact.
Keigo squinted, sniffed again, then shrugged. “You’re probably right. My entire nervous system’s still short-circuiting.” He padded over, arms crossed. “Also… are you scrolling my phone?” He leaned in, eyebrow arched. “That’s not suspicious at all.”
Touya didn’t blink. “Was just checking to make sure you haven’t been sending nudes to someone else,” he said plainly, still not looking up. “Y’know. For science.” His voice was deadpan, but his jaw ticked just slightly like he was bracing for something.
Keigo snorted. “Seriously? I’ve never sent a nude. Not even to you.” He plucked the phone from Touya’s hand with two fingers and plopped down beside him. “You really think I’m out here casually leaking full-body thirst traps?”
Touya finally looked over, eyes narrow but amused. “Well… maybe you should be,” he muttered, barely audible. “Starting tomorrow. For me only. Full gallery. Morning to night. Angles. Filters. Studio lighting optional but encouraged.”
Keigo laughed, shaking his head. “God, you’re such a jealous bitch,” he said, but his tone was soft. He leaned over to kiss Touya’s cheek. “Fine. You want nudes? You’ll get art. But you better send some back.”
“No promises,” Touya muttered, smirking. “But right now? I want a selfie.” He leaned back on the pillows, watching with lazy satisfaction as Keigo was already fumbling with his phone, adjusting the angle like he was posing for a magazine spread.
“C’mon, take one,” Touya coaxed, eyes trailing down Keigo’s towel-clad frame. “Yeah, like that, tilt your head. Touch your nipple. Fuck, yes , hold it…perfect.” His voice was casual. “Send it to me tomorrow, okay? I want something to stare at in class.”
Keigo nodded, cheeks pink but proud. “Yeah, I’ll do it right in the middle of your lecture,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Make sure it pops up full screen on your iPad. Hope your professor enjoys the show.”
“Tease,” Touya muttered, rolling his eyes but clearly pleased. He gave Keigo’s ass a lazy swat as he stood. “Now move, hot stuff. I need a shower before I make good on round three and we end up calling in sick for a week.”
Keigo stood, mock-saluting. “Yes, sir,” he said with a dramatic bow, then flopped onto the bed in Touya’s warm spot. “Enjoy your cold rinse, pervert. Try not to jerk off in there thinking about my nipple again.”
Touya looked back from the bathroom doorway, licking his lips with that same smug glint. “I’ll abuse that nipple one of these days,” he said, voice low. Keigo giggled, half-distracted, watching the sway of his hips as he disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Left alone, Keigo grabbed his phone, scrolling idly—until his own breathy moan from the video filled the room. Mnghh... ahh... harder… Then Touya’s voice groaned right after. Keigo flushed instantly. “God…” he muttered, face hot. “His moan’s so fucking hot…”
A message popped up on screen:
Touya: Where are you?
Keigo blinked. His eyes narrowed with a grin. Oh, he wants to play.
Keigo: Waiting for you...
Another reply came fast.
Touya: Where?
Keigo typed back, still smirking.
Keigo: On the bed.
Then a third ping.
Touya: Bed? Which bed? I went to your room. You're not there.
His fingers froze mid-scroll. Room? What room was he talking about? The one Touya left five minutes ago? Was he joking? Was this one of his games?
Keigo: ...Are you done playing?
Touya: I'm not playing. I just finished class. I went to your dorm. Your friend said your group discussion ended at four.
Keigo sat bolt upright. “No,” he muttered. “No fucking way.” He glanced toward the bathroom door, still hearing water. “He’s here. He’s in the shower.” He stood, pacing toward the balcony like he could shake the chill settling into his bones.
Then he saw it, an ashtray by the balcony rail. The same one they’d been near earlier. And in it… a half-burned cigarette. Keigo frowned. “Was this here before?” he whispered, reaching down. The cigarette was still warm . He flinched, pulling his fingers back. “Touya doesn’t smoke…”
Before he could even finish the thought, the bathroom door creaked open behind him. Keigo turned slowly, heart thudding. Touya stood there, towel slung low, steam rolling out behind him like fog. “Miss me?” he asked with that same crooked smile.
Keigo’s eyes flicked down to Touya’s hands. No phone in sight. His throat tightened. “…Where’s your phone?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even. Inside, his pulse was already pounding louder than his thoughts.
Touya blinked. “There,” he said, gesturing toward the small counter beside the bar. A black phone rested there, screen dark. “Why?” he asked.
“Oh… I just wanted to send you the… the video,” Keigo mumbled, trying to smile. His throat felt dry. He took a slow step forward, trying not to look like he was retreating. Every instinct screamed at him something wasn’t right.
“I already Airdropped it,” Touya replied over his shoulder, walking to the refrigerator like it was nothing. The sound of the fridge door opening felt too loud. Keigo’s stomach twisted. If Touya’s phone was here… who had messaged him just now?
He stepped further into the room, watching as “Touya” pulled out a can. “Oh nice,” he muttered, popping it open with a hiss. “Didn’t think they’d have this here.” He took a long drink, head tipped back, throat working. Lemonade soda.
Keigo stared. Everything else faded. “…Touya,” he said quietly. “Since when do you drink that?” His voice wavered. “You hate that shit. You said it tastes disgusting.” The words left him in a breathless tumble.
Then the cigarette. The voice. The rougher fucking. The way he took control, subtle, but wrong. The puzzle clicked into place with horrifying clarity. Keigo’s blood ran cold. He stepped back. “You’re not Touya,” he whispered. His throat tightened. “You’re… Dabi , right?”
The figure across from him froze. Just for a second. Then he slowly set the can down, smile curling at the edge. Familiar in a way that made Keigo’s blood run cold. “Took you long enough,” Dabi said. “Guess I didn’t fuck the sense out of you completely .”