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Check Yes Izuku

Summary:

I’m already here, why are you still throwing rocks at me‽” First the stupid soup cans, now rocks? Will his poor head ever get a break?

“You ruined my plan.” Dabi, well, Izuku would almost call it a pout if he believed the villain capable.

“And what plan might that be?” It could be murder for all Izuku knows, though alerting him beforehand seems pretty stupid. The quiet sound of an electric guitar jolts him from his thoughts. Just that first riff has him itching to move.

“We only got one dance last time.” Dance. Did he seriously break into UA to… dance?

Or: Dabi sneaks onto UA's campus to have a dramatical and cracky 3 am dance with Izuku

Notes:

Thank you all so much for the positive response to my last fic! I have a few ideas for this series, but I'm open to song suggestions as well.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Izuku has experienced his fair share of bullshit as a heroics student at UA. Honestly, the number of attacks, kidnappings, and battles he and his class faced in high school alone has to be a record. Even before his time training to protect the people of Japan, he had shed more blood, sweat, and tears than any child should. There is one thing to be said for it all though, through the broken bones and years of bullying, he’s really honed his senses, constantly alert for any potential danger. Perhaps that’s why, despite the exhaustion brought on by the last day of exams, he is awake at three in the morning— perhaps, but it’s much more likely because of the rocks being thrown at his window. No heightened senses required for that one. 

He clambers out of bed to peer into the cool night air. It doesn’t look like anyone is there, but there’s a definite presence, a belief reinforced by the pebble presently soaring toward his face. He catches it, despite his grogginess, and contemplates his options. Clearly, the thrower is not someone allowed inside the dorms. That alone means he should probably find Aizawa-sensei and alert Iida, but… he’s like two days from graduation and if he can’t handle one random late-night assailant, he doesn’t deserve his diploma or a hero license— right? Right. He shrugs, leaping off his third-floor balcony and landing on the grass with a gentle thud, immediately on guard. It’s a good thing too because not two seconds later another rock, much larger than the others, comes hurling toward his head at an alarming speed. He sidesteps it, only to be hit in the face with a tiny stone. 

“Fuckin’ ow! What the hell‽” Izuku rubs the red spot on his cheek, still looking around for the perpetrator. A snicker from behind a nearby tree is a pretty good lead. He silently creeps up to the area and pins whoever it is up against the bark. The dark laughter continues, low and thick like smoke. Izuku’s eyes adjust to the low light just in time to see Dabi smirk. 

“You just gonna keep me trapped here or are you going to do something about it?” The villain says with far too much mirth for the time of night. Izuku kind of wants to slap the cheery expression off his face and climb back into bed for a year or so. Maybe he could pretend this was all some exhaustion-induced nightmare. Alas, bitch-slapping villains has never been his forte.

“Why would I do something so kind?” Izuku sighs, letting up some of the pressure. 

“Aren’t you heroes supposed to do good things for your people?” Dabi leans forward into Izuku’s space and he’s tempted to let up on all of the pressure and watch the man fall. Instead, he steps closer, pressing him even harder into the tree.

“You make it sound like I’m the queen,” he says with a tilt of his head. Dabi’s eyes slowly trace over Izuku’s body, lingering on his lips and finally his sleep-tossed curls. 

“You would look good in a crown,” he croons. Looks, his face, there’s something he’s forgetting— right. Izuku touches his cheek where a bruise already seems to be forming from the rock Dabi so kindly threw at him.

“This better be gone by the time I take my graduation pictures,” he grumbles. 

“Oh, please,” Dabi snorts. “If you can make it two days without breaking any bones it will be a miracle.”

“I don’t do that anymore, thank you very much! God, no one ever lets that go,” he whines. Dabi grabs Izuku’s arm and slowly runs his hands over the dozens of scars there. Yes, there are a lot of them. Yes, he has broken his bones more times than he can recall, but it's fine. There's no need for a villain like Dabi to be touching them so gently.

“Speaking of not letting go,” the man whispers, wrapping his arms tight around Izuku’s middle, pulling him close. They stay like that for one minute and thirty-eight seconds before Deku breaks the strange silence.

“What are you doing here?” Midoriya asks, meeting his hushed tone.

“Well, maybe I just wanted to tell you… ” The villain trails off as he leans in, just a few centimeters from Izuku’s ear. The hero swallows despite his traitorously dry throat as Dabi opens his mouth to speak… before dropping another rock straight down onto Izuku’s head. “That you rock.”

“What the fuck! I’m already here, why are you still throwing rocks at me‽” First the stupid soup cans, now rocks? Will his poor head ever get a break? Maybe he should have kept his hair long, it would have added some extra padding.

“You ruined my plan.” Dabi, well, Izuku would almost call it a pout if he believed the villain capable.

“And what plan might that be?” It could be murder for all Izuku knows, though alerting him beforehand seems pretty stupid. The quiet sound of an electric guitar jolts him from his thoughts. Just that first riff has him itching to move.

“We only got one dance last time.” Dance. Did he break into UA to… dance? Is he really that thirsty for some movin' and groovin', some toe-tappin', hip slappin'? It's a pretty bold move, he'll admit. Unfortunately, he also has to admit how much he likes the man's taste in music. 

“Gosh-nabbit-darn-crap-shit, this is a good song,” he says, accepting defeat. Is this how Shiggy felt last time? Izuku would send an apology card because being betrayed by good music is a crime, but Tomura has tried to murder him. Several times. By comparison, being forced to dance with the enemy is hardly an offense. The words of 'Check yes Juliet Are you with me' play out from Dabi’s phone as the villain raises a brow in invitation. 

“Exactly.” This is not the Bisexual Anthem. He does not have to dance, but… this is the best sort of song to act out and now he finally has a willing participant. Kacchan has never really been the Romeo type. Damn, this is happening. This is happening again. Best resign himself to it now. 

“Should I… go back up?” Izuku motions toward his balcony. Dabi pauses before nodding.

“I think that would be best.”

“Oh, wait! We can’t be loud though. If anyone else finds you here you’ll probably be like… arrested or something.” Because this is a dorm full of heroes and Dabi is, well, kind of a psychopathic arsonist murderer. Not the best combination, Izuku thinks to himself.

“Solid point. Gimme your number,” a charred arm tosses Izuku a true relic of a phone. It flips and has a sideways keyboard. After a quick glance, Midoriya discovers the song is actually playing from a Zune, not even an iPod, a Zune. Yet another reason not to become a villain.

“What are you going to do, text me the lyrics?” Izuku snarks, typing his contract info into the man’s phone. Dabi smirks and Deku’s will to live shatters just a bit more. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do, isn’t it?” The villain says nothing but pulls out a piece of paper and a pen from his jacket pocket, holding them out to Izuku. He blinks down at them slowly, processing the absolute absurdity.

The page is almost entirely blank, save for one word and a small box.

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“So, are you gonna check yes, Izuku?” The hero pinches the bridge of his nose as the scarred man smirks.

“You say that like there’s another option,” he grabs the pen with too much force and it explodes ink all over his Eraserhead pyjamas— not that his homeroom teacher has merch, but Izuku figures his all-black sweatsuit ensemble is the closest he will probably get. Dabi stares at the broken pen as Izuku gathers up some of the ink, dragging his finger across the stupid box. Good enough.

“You owe me a pen,” he says tonelessly.

“You owe me my dignity,” Izuku responds with a leveled glare. Dabi meets it.

“You wouldn’t know dignity if it hit you with a rock,” he smirks.

“Well, you, uh, grr— fuck you!” Izuku sputters.

“We've got to dance first, pretty boy,” Dabi grins, bopping Deku on the nose. Izuku growls, shaking his head, and jumps back up onto his balcony. Stupid Dabi, so full of himself but such a good dancer. It’s really not fair to Izuku’s fragile dance-related constitution.

His phone pings, quieting his internal rant. 

I’m starting it over, ready?

You gonna be able to type that fast on your old-man phone?

I will burn you alive.

Don’t threaten me with a good time.

Good song, maybe next time.

Izuku puts in earbuds to listen to the song as Dabi sends the lyrics. This is going to be dramatic as fuck. He's hyped now, all dredges of sleep gone.

Check yes Juliet
Are you with me?
Rain is falling down on the sidewalk
I won't go until you come outside

It was a clear night just a few minutes ago but now, somehow, it is actually raining. Did he change the weather by sheer force of will? Izuku peaks out the window. No, nope, Dabi got a hold of the hose and is spraying it onto Izuku’s window and the pavement, that’s commitment.  

He steps outside fully, narrowly avoiding the spray as he throws a hand up to his forehead in a woe-is-me damsel sort of way.

Check yes Juliet
Kill the limbo
I'll keep tossing rocks at your window
There's no turning back for us tonight

And the rocks are back, not just the small pebbles from earlier, no these are fist-sized hunks of stone. Izuku chucks each one back down at Dabi’s smug face, but the man twirls out of the way every time, somehow turning it into its own dance. Oh, is this a challenge? A dance-off text challenge from the League of Villain’s second in command? What sort of hero would Izuku be if he turned his back on such a fated battle. He types as fast as he can while Dabi sends the next set of lyrics.

Lace-up your shoes
Eh oh eh oh
Here's how we do

Run, baby, run
Don't ever look back
They'll tear us apart
If you give them the chance

Izuku hits send before getting into position. As Dabi reads, Deku spins on his toes, flinging his head back as he reaches out for the villain. He moves so fluidly it’s like someone is actually dragging him away. Dabi cracks his neck, staring with narrowed eyes. Challenge confirmed.

Don't sell your heart
Don't say we're not meant to be
Run, baby, run
Forever we'll be
You and me

Dabi responds with a prime boyband move, both hands pulsing over his heart before twisting around his head in a dramatic neck roll. He pops his chest while his feet move faster than Izuku can follow in the darkness.

Check yes Juliet
I'll be waiting
Wishing, wanting
Yours for the taking
Just sneak out
And don't tell a soul goodbye

Izuku drops low into a slow, seductive body roll, starring straight into Dabi’s eyes. He throws his arms out on either side of his body, moving them in time with the pivoting and thrusting of the rest of his body.

Unbeknownst to him, Tokoyami and Dark Shadow watch him from the balcony next door before backing into their room slowly. From their perspective, Izuku is dancing alone, staring into the void. 

“He finally snapped,” Dark Shadow mumbles.

“Revelry in the dark,” the boy nods.

Check yes Juliet
Here's the countdown
Three, two, one, now fall in my arms

As the line plays through his headphones, Izuku leaps from the balcony into the villain’s waiting arms. Dabi catches him in a bridal hold and spins him around with a small smile tugging at his lips. Midoriyas are empathetic people by nature, always have been. As such, Izuku can’t help but smile back, fighting a giggle as he quietly sings.

“Now they can change the locks, Don’t let them change your mind.” He places one of the earbuds in the other man’s ear. Dabi lets him down gently, grabbing his hand in just time.

“Run, baby, run, Don’t ever look back.” The two take off running across campus, hand in hand, laughing like idiots.

“They'll tear us apart If you give them the chance.” Izuku lets go of Dabi, dancing solemnly as he stares dramatically at UA’s campus. Scarred skin meets his own as the man’s hands trace a line from Izuku’s cheeks down his neck all the way to his hips. 
 
“Don't sell your heart, Don't say we're not meant to be.” Izuku grabs Dabi’s arms, twirling the villain as the song plays. 

Run, baby, run, Forever we'll be, You and me

He grabs the man and leaps up into the early morning sky, both surrounded by that familiar green lightning. 

We're flying through the night
We're flying through the night
Way up high,
The view from here is getting better with
You by my side

The chorus rings out again twice as the pair flit around on top of trees and buildings, throwing actual dance moves into series of theatrical twirls and slow swaying. As the last few lines play, they land back on the soft, dewy grass outside of Heights Alliance. Dabi’s hands linger on Izuku’s hips as he backs them up slowly, singing, “Forever we'll be, You and me, You and me, You and me.” Izuku’s back hits the rough bark of the same tree he had pressed Dabi against earlier and he rolls his eyes in poorly disguised fondness. The two men stare at each other long after the music stops, faces tinted pink. 

“You know I can’t really go anywhere, right?” Izuku breaks the silence but stays in place, reveling in Dabi’s warmth. The villain chuckles.

“Yeah, I just thinking about our dance a few weeks ago. Thought I’d come see if you wanted to do something like that again, today notwithstanding. I’d hardly call this dancing.” From Deku’s spot against the tree, he would have to agree. This was far different from the charged, heady grinding at the LOV headquarters. It was nice though, a welcomed step out of reality.  

Izuku hums, wrapping his arms around Dabi’s neck. “With the League or just you?” The villain raises a brow. 

“I certainly wouldn’t mind… dancing with you, if you know what I mean.” Izuku smiles, but it’s not the one he shows his friends or the people he saves. This smile is sharp, predatory. He runs a finger down Dabi’s stapled jaw.

“Meet me after graduation. I know the perfect song.”

Notes:

Some Shiggy and LOV content up next time! 10 points if you guess it, it may or may not have been mentioned 🤭

This one was pretty cute to balance out the UST from last time, but it's also sort of a transitionary fic into the fun we shall have after graduation with more of the League. 👀

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