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Shoto had a dark hoodie on to cover his split hair and face, heading into an arcade. The dimly lit space greeted him with a blast of cold air. Shoto headed to the back, the sounds of dinging and characters running through their dialogue assaulting him as he traveled through the building. There was a tournament going on at the tables, something to do with cards. Someone must have played something good, because cheers erupted from over there with some sparks and bubbles flying out of the audience.
Shoto took a deep breath, ignoring it for his target. He went and leaned against the wall next to the man in a dark hoodie, a burnt chin peaking out in the dimly lit area.
“So you came.”
“Yeah,” Shoto confirmed. “Of course, I came. I reached out to you, didn’t I?”
Dabi- no, Touya laughed. “True. But you’re a straight-laced UA student. What will Father think? You, his golden child, sneaking out to see me, wanted criminal Dabi?”
“Frankly, I don’t care about what Dad thinks.” Shoto shrugged. “I’m more interested in why he didn’t do everything in his power to find my older brother. Though, as shitty of a lift as you’ve had, I’m sure he would have made it worse back home.”
Touya snorted. “You’re probably not wrong. I don’t know, maybe he’d have turned a new leaf or some bull shit.”
The two brothers stood awkwardly in silence for a moment. Listening to the table top players cheering something on, and then cries of despair and triumph ringing out. Someone defeated Bowser in a Mario game; they could hear the victory sound, and Shoto felt Kaminari and Hitoshi had introduced him to enough games that he could recognize the sound.
“Why did you want to meet your villain of a brother? You could have pretended you had forgotten.” Dabi started.
“You would have known that I remembered. Uraraka was in your care when the quirk wore off.” Shoto noted. “You kept her safe. Thank you.”
Dabi snorted. “Yeah, well, don’t get any ideas, I’m not here to kill any fucking brats. I’m not going to stand by and let Shigaraki do it either if I can help it. Besides, Toga likes her.”
“I know,” Shoto noted blankly before pulling out a blood bag. “Uraraka said this is for Toga.”
Dabi took it, looking at it. “Whose blood is this?”
“Uraraka’s. She asked Recovery Girl to draw and pack it.”
“And your school nurse was chill with that?”
“Apparently. Aizawa sensei was there too and vouched for it.”
“You know, the more I learn about your teacher, the cooler he gets for being a hero.” Dabi snorted, tucking the pouch away. Then he froze. “Your teacher knows you’re here?”
Shoto made a so-so gesture. “Uraraka told him that I was going to meet with you, so he knows I’m going to do it, just not when. I’m surprised he didn’t put up more protests. I think you keeping Uraraka alive helped. But he doesn’t know I’m here now, no. He wanted to come when I came to meet up with you. You asked I come alone.”
“Smart. How did you know my number, though? Uraraka had that burner when she came to the league. I had to take it off of her.”
“I wrote your number down from the phone. Dad would take our things all the time. Young me was worried about that, so I wrote down the number when Eijiro wasn’t looking. Or at least I don’t think he was looking? Children have terrible perception, even traumatized ones.”
“So, does that make you still a child?” Dabi teased.
“What?”
“2’o o'clock, Crimson Riot hoodie. He’s not subtle.”
Shoto let his eyes trace the room without moving his body. Sure enough, Kirishima was weaving between the game councils, clearly looking for someone.
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, little brother, I won’t count that against you. I did want to ask about him. How do you feel about him?”
“I love him,” Shoto responded blankly.
Dabi mentally laughed at how blunt his brother was, thanks to their father. “Right, so you’re not wanting an omega for a mate, are you?”
“What are you talking about?”
It was Dabi’s turn to pull out some files, passing off what he knew about Endeavor’s intentions to Shoto. “Dad wants you to get cozy with your green classmate we kidnapped. He didn’t tell you?”
Shoto shook his head.
“Figures. He wrote to your teacher about two, three weeks ago? Right after the whole thing of the kid getting rescued. Once he knew that he was an omega.”
Shoto took the files, frowning. “I don’t want to marry Izuku. I want to marry Eijiro.”
“Yeah, and I love that you want to marry an alpha so much, I’m going to help you as much as I can, k? Starting with this.” Touya mused.
“Why?”
“Because when dad finds out you got the double gay, it’ll be hilarious.” Touya snorted.
“Double gay?” Shoto glanced over.
“You want to fuck a male alpha, you’re a male alpha. It’s that simple.”
Touya smirked as he watched Shoto pad down his fire side, keeping flames down. “I didn’t say I want to ‘fuck’ him.”
“Sweet little brother, you don’t have to. That full body blush said it for you. Have you told him yet?”
“That I want to fuck him? That seems a bit forward.” Shoto asked, confused.
“No- that you love him- that you want to be boyfriends or some shit,” Touya groaned. Poor, blunt Shoto and his lack of knowledge of social norms.
“Oh. No. Not yet.” Shoto admitted.
“Well, get to it. He’s getting closer this way, and you made this whole area smell like a Christmas kitchen.” Touya snickered. “I’ll see you, little brother-”
“Wait, please?” Shoto asked, grabbing Touya’s hand. “Please? I want you to meet him.”
Touya felt a flare of panic at that. Especially seeing Eijiro did pick up on Shoto’s scent. “No, ah, yeah, no, he’s going to report me, Shoto, and that means I go to Tartarus.”
“He won’t. He might tell the teachers when we get back, but he won’t report you. He knows how important you are to me.” Shoto defended.
Shoto was giving Touya those big puppy eyes. He wanted Touya to meet the boy he loved; he wanted them to get along. Then maybe Eijiro could help Shoto bring Touya home.
Touya couldn’t escape, not before Eijiro was there, pulling down Shoto’s hood. He looked so relieved, pulling Shoto into a tight hug.
“Dude! I was worried sick. You said you were going home, but Fuyumi hadn’t seen you when I stopped by, and I just panicked, you know? I- oh” Eijiro caught sight of Touya, who was trying to pull his arm free of his brother’s hold. Touya froze when he realized Eijiro saw him. Eijiro let go of Shoto, looking the villain over. Touya’s face looked a bit panicked, but before anything could happen, Eijiro was pulling Touya into a hug too. “
“It’s nice to meet you, man!”
Shoto smirked a bit, seeing his brother’s stunned face.
“You’re Shoto’s brother? Hey, next time, can you try not killing us in the woods? K? That was so not manly. I get it, Shoto, you needed a cover story, well, tell me next time, k?” Eijiro glanced at Shoto.
“I was concerned you would have told Sensei, and Touya asked if I was alone,” Shoto noted.
“Right, right. Sorry to interrupt you two, I was just worried. But ah, if you’re trying to be discreet on where you’re at, why did you leave your GPS app on?”
They all had GPS on for an app that let them keep track of one another ever since Hozu. Shoto frowned, looking confused. “I turned it off before I left UA.”
“Ah, no, you didn’t, bro. It’s how I tracked you.” Eijiro insisted.
The three of them all looked at Shoto’s phone, then, which he’d pulled out to check his GPS.
“Touya, I think you should go.”
“Yeah, you fucking think,” Touya huffed, leaning over to ruffle both boys’ heads. “Trouble-fucking-markers, behave.” He grunted out. “And don’t let the dumpster fire hurt my brother, got it, Red?”
“Yes, sir!” Eijiro agreed. Touya fled into the crowd of the tabletop people, Eijiro tugged Shoto over to a game, “Come on, let’s play,” Eijiro beamed.
Eijiro’s attempt to pretend they were on an arcade date did not, in fact, fool Aizawa sensei, who found them a few moments later as Eijiro was talking about how manly Shoto’s play style was. Shoto wasn’t sure how one could have a manly play style, but Eijiro was being too cute to question it.
In any case, they were now standing before Nezu’s desk, Aizawa looking so thoroughly done with teenagers, standing by Izuku, who was working on something on the computer and with 20 books spread around him and 5 notebooks. He seemed to not even notice the other people in Nezu’s office. Shoto was lowkey glad he was getting some space from Bakugou. Though he wanted to know how Sensei managed to get Bakugou to stay away.
“Todoroki, I’m unsure how we can make it more clear that we will work with you on letting you see your brother. But he is still a league member. Therefore, you cannot be seen with him. He is a wanted criminal.” Nezu sipped his tea. “I’ll ask you not to see him unless we can go with you and prevent a scandal.”
“Yes, sensei. But he wanted me to go on my own this time. I was worried that if I didn’t try, he would never try to see me in the future.” Shoto defended.
“I see. Be that as it may, we can’t have you, a UA hero student, meeting up with wanted criminals. I will ask you to inform us before you meet with Dabi in the future, and if he needs reassurance that we’re not going to arrest him, he may contact me.”
“Yes, Nezu sensei.” Shoto nodded before he was looking over to Aizawa. “He did give this to me.” Shoto held out the folder. “He said my father wishes for me to mate with Izuku....”
The typing and shuffing from Izuku stopped, the green curls flying as Izuku stared over ot Shoto, wide-eyed. Aizawa looked very done.
“I wasn’t going to bring that up. Thanks, Shoto.” Aizawa started flatly.
“You’re welcome,” Shoto responded.
Eijiro let out a nervous laugh, “That was sarcasm; he wasn’t going to tell Izuku.”
“Oh.” Shoto blinked, “I’m sorry, Sensei.”
Aizawa groaned. “Why didn’t he tell you? He wants us all to meet up in a few days. I was sure he’d have told you.”
“I’m not sure... but probably so I wouldn’t have convinced you to not go?” Shoto asked.
Aizawa rolled his eyes. “I didn’t need you to convince me, kid. He’s trying to buy my son off of me. That’s... It’s not going to happen.”
Izuku knocked on the table to get everyone’s attention. ‘Can I see this proposal for my hand?’ He asked,
Aizawa sighed, but looked over to Shoto, “Did Dabi give you a copy of the letter?”
“Yes, he did.” Shoto nodded, looking through the folder and pulling out the letter. Aizawa brought it over to Izuku, who read through it- before he started to snicker .
“What’s so funny, kid?” Aizawa asked.
Izuku put down the letter. ‘We should go.’
Shoto frowned, Eijiro blanched. “What?! Dude, why? Wait, do you... Do you have a crush on Shoto?!”
Izuku shook his head. ‘No, but we should still go. I’m guessing that he didn’t tell Shoto because then Aunty Nem would find out. He also didn’t want Shoto to have the chance to bring a friend, seeing as he’s offering for me to bring one. Besides, Shoto would have told me.’
“Perhaps. But why do you want to go to this?” Aizawa asked, “I was going to...” Aizawa took in the room before continuing. “Polietly decline his ridiculous offer.”
‘I want to go so I can decline it myself. Dad, the offer is for me, I should be the one who declines it.’ Izuku noted.
“Kid, I know you’re really touchy on this since your heat, but he’s not going to listen to an omega. That’s just Endeavor.” Aizawa cautioned.
‘I’ll make him listen.’ Izuku smirked. ‘I promise. It’ll be worth it. If he won’t let Shoto have a plus one, then Kirishima, will you be my plus one?’
“Hmm? Ah, sure?” Eijiro didn’t look like he wanted to be a part of it, but Izuku was thinking of something.
‘Perfect. Dad, don’t hide things from me.’ Izuku stuck his tongue out before going back to his work.
Aizawa snorted, ruffling Izuku’s curls. “I’m your dad, sometimes that’s my job.”