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Chapter 1
Izuku Midoriya was already sweating before the match even started. Not because of nerves—though yeah, those were always there—but because he’d run across half the city to make it to this weird little gaming café. He kept tugging at his hoodie, glancing around nervously, muttering like always.
“C-calm down, Izuku… it’s just a group hangout… not like you’re about to—” He froze as he spotted the tall, dark figure by the counter. Sung Jinwoo. Lean, sharp, radiating that cool menace like he’d just walked out of an action movie. He was scrolling his phone, ignoring the stares of a couple of girls nearby.
Izuku’s heart tripped. Oh god. Why’s he so hot when he’s just… standing?
Before he could spiral too much, someone shouted: “Over here!”
Shoyo Hinata’s orange mop popped up from one of the booths, waving so wildly he nearly smacked Makoto Naegi in the face. “Ow—careful!” Naegi squeaked, clutching his cheek. He looked exactly as mild and unlucky as expected, hair ruffled, expression permanently apologetic.
Izuku stumbled over, bowing three times too many. “S-sorry I’m late! I—uh—train ran long—then—”
“It’s fine,” Hinata grinned, sliding aside to make room. “We were just talking about how Naegi’s bad luck is, like, a supernatural curse. Right, Rimuru?”
Across from them, Rimuru Tempest—currently in their androgynous, slim human form—leaned back with a smirk. “Oh, absolutely. I’m pretty sure if Naegi tried to cross the street, a truck would swerve just to hit him.”
Naegi pouted. “That’s not funny…” He glanced at the straw in his soda. “…And I think mine’s cracked. Again.”
Cue everyone laughing.
Izuku slid in, cheeks pink, trying not to stare at the way Hinata’s shorts rode up his thighs, or how Jinwoo’s black shirt stretched over his chest as he finally approached. Why are they all so… good looking? And why does it feel like I’m the only one noticing?
“Alright,” Rimuru said, clapping hands, “so we’re running a five-man squad. Anyone here actually good at the game?”
Jinwoo sat down silently, cracked his knuckles, and pulled a mouse over like he was about to murder someone. Hinata bounced excitedly. “I’m not great, but I’ll spike anyone who gets in my way!”
“That’s… not how the game works,” Naegi mumbled.
Izuku laughed nervously, already fiddling with the headset. “I’m more of a support role anyway. You guys can… take the lead. I’ll just… back you up.” As usual…
The match started, and chaos ensued almost instantly. Hinata rushed ahead, yelling, “I got this!” before immediately being shot down. Naegi got cornered and screamed like he was being murdered. Rimuru casually wiped out half the enemy team while sipping soda. Jinwoo didn’t say a word—just destroyed everything in his path.
Izuku? He panicked, mashed random keys, and somehow managed to keep everyone alive with clutch heals.
When the round ended, Hinata collapsed dramatically against Izuku’s shoulder. “You saved me, hero!”
Izuku froze, ears burning. “I-It’s nothing, really, I just—”
Hinata grinned up at him with that sunny, mischievous sparkle. “You’re totally the kind of guy who’d be good at… kneeling down and taking care of everyone, huh?”
The words hit like a bomb. Rimuru choked on their drink, Jinwoo’s eyes flickered briefly, and Naegi sputtered, “W-what kind of comment is that!?”
Hinata laughed, oblivious. “I meant in the game! In the game, duh!” But the way his eyes lingered, the teasing lilt in his voice… it didn’t sound so innocent.
Izuku buried his face in his hands. Why does it feel like he knows…
The next match started, but the tension didn’t go away. Rimuru leaned toward Naegi, whispering just loud enough for Izuku to hear, “Bet Deku really would be good on his knees.”
Naegi nearly dropped his controller. “R-Rimuru!”
Jinwoo finally smirked, low and dangerous. “He does give off that… eager little helper vibe.”
Izuku squeaked. His entire body buzzed, embarrassed and aroused in a way he couldn’t control. He tried to focus on the screen, but his mind spun with images he shouldn’t have been thinking about—him, actually on his knees, mouth full, while his new friends—
“Deku! Heal me!” Hinata shouted, snapping him back. Izuku fumbled, hitting the button just in time.
The room erupted with laughter again. The match ended in a win, mostly because Jinwoo was a one-man army. They sat back, panting like they’d run an actual marathon.
Hinata stretched, arms over his head, shirt riding up dangerously. “Man, this is fun. Way better than playing alone.”
“Yeah,” Rimuru agreed with a sly smile. “It’s nice to find people who… share your interests.”
Izuku swallowed hard. Share interests? Like games… or… more?
The café’s lights buzzed overhead, neon reflecting in their drinks. Outside, the city pulsed with ordinary life. But in that booth, surrounded by laughter, teasing, and way too many suspiciously dirty jokes, Izuku felt something shift.
It wasn’t just a gaming night. It was the start of something… different.
The five of them spilled out of the café like a squad of victorious idiots. Hinata was bouncing ahead, arms behind his head, still buzzing from all the sugar he’d downed. Naegi trailed after him, muttering about how he’d nearly had a heart attack from all the screaming. Izuku walked in the middle, hands shoved in his hoodie, cheeks pink, while Jinwoo brought up the rear in his silent, brooding way. Rimuru hummed to themselves, eyes glinting mischievously as if they knew exactly what was brewing under the surface.
“Okay, but seriously,” Hinata piped up, “who else is starving? I could eat like, three bowls of ramen right now.”
“You always say that,” Naegi sighed.
“And I always do it!” Hinata shot back with a grin.
They ended up in a cramped little late-night ramen shop, squeezed around one table. The place smelled of broth and grilled pork, steam fogging the windows. They ordered without much thought, and soon they were slurping away, the buzz of gaming adrenaline bleeding into the warmth of shared food.
It started innocently enough—complaints about lag, about Hinata rushing in headfirst, about Jinwoo being a one-man killing machine. But then Rimuru leaned back, chopsticks twirling, and said, “So. We’ve played games. We’ve talked hobbies. But… we haven’t talked about crushes yet.”
Izuku nearly inhaled his noodles. “C-crushes?! W-why would we—”
“Because we’re friends now,” Rimuru said smoothly. “And friends talk about these things.”
Hinata immediately perked up. “Ooooh, yeah! I’ve got a crush.” He grinned, slurping his noodles obnoxiously before continuing. “My team captain. Kageyama. He’s such a jerk, but when he yells at me? God, it’s like—” He cut himself off, face going red. “…I mean, it’s like motivation!”
Rimuru’s smirk sharpened. “Sure, motivation.”
Naegi groaned. “Why am I here for this conversation…” But his ears were pink.
Jinwoo, calm as ever, set down his bowl. “I don’t have a crush,” he said flatly. Everyone blinked. “…But if I did, it would probably be on someone who could pin me against a wall and make me beg.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Hinata dropped his chopsticks. Naegi’s jaw fell open. Izuku’s brain short-circuited.
“Y-you can’t just say that out loud,” Izuku stammered, face crimson.
Jinwoo gave the faintest shrug. “You asked.”
Rimuru cackled. “Oh, this just got interesting.” They leaned forward. “So we’re all into… the same type, then?”
“What type?” Hinata asked, though his grin said he already knew.
“Dominant,” Rimuru purred. “Bossy. Controlling. The kind of guy who tells you what to do and makes you like it.”
Izuku made a strangled noise. His chopsticks trembled in his hands. He wanted to deny it, but the heat crawling up his neck betrayed him. Dominant… bossy… oh god, why does that sound so perfect—
Naegi, surprisingly, was the one who broke. He pressed a hand over his face. “…Fine. Yes. I like that too. Happy?”
Hinata burst into laughter. “No way! Mister ‘hope and friendship’ likes being bossed around?”
Naegi glared. “Shut up! You literally just said you get off on your captain yelling at you!”
“That was a slip!” Hinata squawked, flailing.
Rimuru was practically glowing with delight, like a devil stirring the pot. “This is too good. All five of us… sissies for dominators.”
“S-sissies?!” Izuku squeaked, almost knocking his water over.
“Am I wrong?” Rimuru tilted their head. “Think about it. You, blushing every time someone so much as raises their voice. Hinata, dreaming about his captain railing him mid-spike. Naegi, secretly wanting to be pinned. Jinwoo, well, he admitted it outright. And me? Please. I live for it.”
Izuku covered his face with both hands. Oh god oh god oh god… they know. They all know. And I can’t even deny it because it’s true—
Hinata slammed the table with a grin. “Okay but wait—that means none of us are tops. We’re all bottoms.”
The realization hit the table like a meteor.
Rimuru burst out laughing. Jinwoo cracked a rare smile. Naegi groaned into his soup. Izuku wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
“So what does that make us?” Hinata continued, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Like… a squad of cumdumpsters waiting for the right guys to—”
Naegi cut him off, horrified. “HINATA!"
The table erupted in noise, a mix of laughter and protests, the kind of chaotic energy that only comes from five people realizing they’ve all admitted way too much. Yet underneath the jokes, the ramen, the teasing, something thick and hot lingered in the air.
It wasn’t just about crushes anymore.
It was about the undeniable truth that every single one of them was craving the same thing.
And that realization bound them together tighter than any video game could.
By the time they finally stumbled out of the ramen shop, the streets were glowing with neon. The air was humid, buzzing with late-night energy—cars honking, chatter from bars, the distant hum of life. The five of them walked in a loose pack, still giddy from laughter and the heavy confessions that had spilled over steaming bowls of noodles.
Hinata stretched his arms, bouncing on his feet like he had an endless supply of energy. “Man, that hit the spot. I feel like I could run laps around the city right now.”
“You already act like a hyperactive puppy,” Rimuru teased, hands tucked casually behind their head. “The last thing we need is you running laps.”
Izuku chuckled nervously, trailing slightly behind, hoodie pulled tight. His mind was still spinning from earlier. We all admitted it. Every single one of us… likes dominant guys. Likes being controlled. Likes being used. The thought made his stomach flip, a dangerous mix of shame and exhilaration.
Naegi groaned beside him, rubbing his temples. “I can’t believe we talked about all that out loud. In public. Do you guys realize how insane that was?”
“It’s not insane,” Rimuru countered smoothly. “It’s honesty. Something most people are too cowardly to share.” They shot a sly glance at Izuku, who promptly went red again.
“Still…” Naegi sighed. “…We probably shouldn’t make a habit of blurting stuff like that.”
Hinata spun around, walking backward now, grinning like a fox. “Oh come on, Naegi. Admit it was fun. Finally saying it out loud? Didn’t it feel kinda… hot?”
Naegi nearly tripped over his own feet. “D-don’t say it like that!”
Jinwoo, who’d been silent most of the walk, finally spoke up in his low, calm voice. “It’s not like we can take it back. We know each other’s secrets now.” His eyes glinted in the streetlight, the faintest curl of a smirk on his lips. “That changes things.”
The group fell quiet for a moment. They all knew he was right. The atmosphere had shifted. What started as a casual gaming night had turned into something… heavier. More intimate.
Rimuru broke the silence with a laugh. “Well, if we’re all bottoms, I guess that means we’ll be fighting over who gets on their knees first.”
Izuku squeaked. “R-Rimuru!”
Hinata burst into laughter. “Oh man, imagine that—us lining up like, ‘please sir, pick me!’” He dropped his voice into a terrible fake-deep growl: “‘Which one of you pathetic sluts wants it most?’”
Naegi slapped his arm, mortified. “Stop! Someone’s gonna hear!”
But Hinata was already doubling down. With zero shame, he suddenly dropped to his knees on the sidewalk right in front of Izuku, clasping his hands together dramatically. “Please, mighty Deku, take pity on me! Use me as you will!”
Time froze.
Izuku’s face went nuclear red. His whole body locked up as Hinata gazed up at him, wide-eyed and grinning, perfectly positioned like… like…
Rimuru cackled, actually bending over from laughter. “Oh my god, you’re insane.”
Naegi’s hands flew to his face. “People are staring! Get up, get up!”
Even Jinwoo let out a low chuckle, deep and dark, watching with amused detachment.
Izuku sputtered, hands flapping uselessly. “H-Hinata! Don’t just—y-you can’t—!” His voice cracked in panic. But under the embarrassment, something hot coiled in his stomach. Seeing someone on their knees in front of him—joking or not—made his pulse race. No no no, don’t think about it, don’t imagine—
Hinata popped back up with a laugh, brushing his knees. “Relax, it was just a joke!” He winked. “Unless… you liked it.”
Izuku nearly passed out.
The group dissolved into chaos again—Hinata wheezing, Rimuru egging him on, Naegi whining about being embarrassed in public, Jinwoo quietly smirking like he was watching pawns in a game.
But underneath all the laughter, a current of electricity lingered. They all felt it.
The kneeling had been a joke. A prank. Nothing serious. And yet…
It had planted an image in their minds.
Izuku, cheeks still blazing, finally mumbled, “W-we should, um… call it a night. It’s late…”
Everyone agreed, still chuckling as they split off down different streets. Farewells were called, waves exchanged. But each of them walked away with the same gnawing thought:
They weren’t just new friends anymore.
They were conspirators. Co-conspirators in a shared, filthy secret.
And tonight had been just the beginning.