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“You should just tell him.”
Izuku’s gaze slid over to the red head that weirdly appeared next to him like a ghost. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Kirishima rolled his eyes and jerked his chin to a certain blonde on the dance floor. “Oh, so you're not over here looking like someone kicked your puppy because someone is dancing with him?”
“He can dance with anyone he wants. I’m not his keeper.” He said through tightly gritted teeth as his eyes went to the blonde again.
Katsuki Bakugo—the drummer.
They have been friends since they were in diapers, best friends. Katsuki was his best friend and when they were fifteen, they started a band. Izuku was the lead singer with Katsuki on the drummers. It oddly fit his explosive personality, taking it out on a drum set... they had to replace it at least six times now.
Currently the blonde was dancing with two girls on the dance floor, one arm stretched out above his head holding the glass of whiskey and the other holding one of the girl’s hip.
“Then why the hell are you trying to kill the girls with your eyes.” Kirishima huffed, “Look, Izuku, I know.” He turned back to the guitarist. “I know,” Kirishima repeated and something in those two words hit him in the chest like a brick. “It’s not hard to tell that you are in love with Kats... You also put it in your songs.”
“I-I’m not g-gay!”
“Bro, just because you put a she instead of a he doesn’t mean no one will notice. Also, you act like girls are spiders.” The taller man smirked playfully as his jaw dropped. “I’m just saying. You should tell him.”
Izuku turned around to the bar to grab his drink and throw it back. The burn in his throat helped ground from the panic bubbling up inside his chest. “I... It doesn’t matter.”
Kirishima sighed, “Just... think about it.”
The greenette didn’t answer as he turned the glass in his fingers, wiping some of the condensation off with his thumb. This was his fate, he accepted it a long time ago and nothing was going to change that. Katsuki Bakugo would never be his.
Maybe... it was time to break up the band?
It had been ten years and they’ve done so many tours, albums and just everything. It’s been amazing living his dream but he didn’t know how much his heart could take. How many more songs about the blonde he could pull from his chest to find some relief. It was becoming too much.
Izuku set the glass down and pushed off the bar to turn, giving the blonde one last glance. He shouldn’t have looked. He should have just left not turning back because the sight made his heart shatter to pieces. Katsuki was taking turns sucking face between the two girls. He knew that would never be him.
At the second he decided that after their finally stop... the band was breaking up. After Paris... it was back to their home of Japan where he could hide himself from the world... and Katsuki.
The greenette felt a sharp pain every time he blinked as the tears began to pool in his eyes. Fuck! Why did he have to fall in love with him!?
“Hey cutie...” He whipped around to meet the eyes of a very handsome man, “Wanna dance?” This wasn’t the first time he had been asked that night and it wouldn’t be the last but he was never asked to dance by another man before. “I really love your music. All of your songs are amazing.”
Izuku swallowed thickly, “T-thanks! T-that means a-a lot.”
“The name's Mirio.”
“Deku.” He replied instantly using his stage name. They never used their real names for multiple reasons. Katsuki went by Ground Zero. Kirishima went by Red Riot and Denki went with Chargebolt. They didn’t want the public to know who they really were to be stalked. It happened to a friend of theirs and they did not want it to happen to them.
“So... that dance?”
When was the last time he danced? Let go and be free. Izuku was the head of the band which meant he dealt with all the managing and planning along with song writing.
“Y-yeah...” Mirio grinned down at him as he reached out to grasp his hand. The taller male dragged him through the crowded dance floor until he found a small little opening. Mirio spun him around then yanked him against his firm chest. Izuku yelped then let out a small laugh. “Hi...”
“Hey...” Mirio smiled.
Izuku glanced at the flashing lights above him as the song changed to Love Don’t by Adam Lambert. Damn, he loved this singer. He could feel eyes on him but at that moment he was done caring. Turning around, he pressed his back against Mirio chest. “Do me a favor.”
“Anything you want baby.” Mirio whispered into his ear and warm hands found his hips teasing the exposed skin peek out.
“For one night... take it all way.” He shivered when his thumb moved further up under his shirt, he couldn’t help but lay his head back giving the other man access to his neck. “Make me feel alive.”
Come over
Sweet talkin' in the right ways
Come over
Izuku let his body find the beat, hips swaying and his partner seemed to follow his lead as he took his own lead in another direction. When the first kiss was placed on his neck, he couldn’t help but jump slightly but another one came in the same spot causing him to melt into the man holding him. Was it bad that he wanted to pretend it was Katsuki and not some stranger he just met?
Day trippin' on a night wave
I'll show ya
How to fuck with a good thing
'Cause you are, you are
“Trying to make someone jealous?”
The greenette hummed lightly as the lips kissed along his jawline. “Mmm... no, even if I...” He let out a soft moan grinding his ass back against the man’s semi hard cock. “Even if I wanted too... it wouldn’t matter.”
You are, you are, you are, you are
The fire in my feet
The red sun that's comin' down
The bitter, the sweet
Tearing me inside-out
Mirio chuckled softly, his breath tickling the baby hairs on his neck. “You’re so hot.” He whispered before his teeth grazed his earlobe being mindful of the black studs. Izuku slid his scarred hand put until his wrapped behind the back of the blonde’s neck and his fingers tangled into the long blonde locks. “I got you baby.”
“Mhmm...” He let a pleasant smile come to his lips. It was nice to just let go and be free for once.
I don't wanna leave
But, I've been here before
Every time
I walk this line
'Cause love don't
Love don't love me
Suddenly, everything around him became a blur. The lyrics to the song stabbed him in his already shattered heart, like someone poured lemon juice on the wound.
But, I don't wanna give it up
I don't wanna give it up
No, love don't
Love don't come free
But, I don't wanna give it up
I don't wanna give it up
I don't wanna give it up
He didn’t even feel the man’s touches anymore. The only thing he could feel was the pain in his heart. No matter what—who, he’d always be in love with Katsuki. Izuku jerked out of the arms holding him, handing lifting to his chest to grip the collar of his shirt.
“T-thank you... I-I need to go...” He whispered just loud enough for the blonde to hear, he excepted yelling and name calling but Mirio gently patted his back.
“I know how you feel,” Izuku looked up to meet his midnight eyes, “To love someone that doesn’t love you back,” He shrugged, “I get it. I’ve been in love with the same man for four years and still don’t have the balls to tell him.”
Izuku cleared his tear filled throat. “T-tell him.” The midnight eyes widened. “D-don’t be me... I-I'm the one that fell in love with a straight man.” He let out a wet laugh that sounded more like a choked sob. “T-tell him. F-for me... tell him.”
He turned away to push his way through the crowd with only one thought running through his head. Katsuki will be happy... without him.
Something was wrong with Izuku.
Katsuki couldn’t put his finger on it but something was up. He watched the nerd sit in the corner of their private jet with his headphones on and pencil moving across the pages of his notebook. Izuku was in a funk again.
“What the fuck is wrong with him now?” He growled, “Didn’t he just write three new songs?”
The red head glanced at his boyfriend then at him. “Maybe... he’s just stressed? You know how the man gets on tour!”
Denki chuckled, “Zu said that Aizawa called him this morning and he needed new songs for the Paris stop. Fans wanted to see new.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Fucker. That hobo is going to run Deku into the ground.”
“True! At least he had fun last night!” The shorter blonde grinned, “I’ve never seen Zu on the dance floor let alone grinding up on a stranger.”
What the what now?
“What fucking bullshit are you saying, Pikachu!?”
Denki waved off his attitude with an eye roll, “Izuku danced with some hot guy last night! There were neck kisses, cock meeting ass, ya know... a one night love like you have all the time.”
Katsuki growled, “I don’t take any of those sluts home!” He couldn’t. He was gay and that was for him to know and no one to find out. He had a damn image to keep up. He didn’t want the band to be known as the gay guy band so if has to make out with a few girls then it would do... wait. Izuku was fucking dancing with a guy.
A GUY!?
“Are you saying the nerd is gay?!”
Kirishima shot him with a deadly look that made him clamp his jaw shut. “He doesn’t want anyone to know. I kind of called him out last night and he denied it.”
“It’s so easy to see though! No straight guy would wear white skinny jeans and a pink shirt!” Denki added.
“Baby, I’m going to ask you to shut your cute mouth because you are being an idiot.” The red head patted his head and the Denki just pouted but listened to his boyfriend. “Kats, don’t... bring it up.”
“Tch. You really think I’d make fun of the nerd?”
“Yes.” They both answered at the same time.
The blonde crossed his arms over his chest, “If he’s gay then let him, I don’t give a fuck.” He swore he heard the red mutter something like ‘that’s the problem.’ but he didn’t bother asking. If... Izuku did swing for the other team then he had a chance after all and if he had a chance then image be damned. He’d come out wearing the rainbow.
“Hey, so I wrote a few new songs.” Izuku laid down four different stacks of papers. “Go over them and make adjustments to... whatever and then when we get to Paris we’ll practice.” Then he was gone before anyone could say anything.
Kirishima sighed, “I’m going to go talk to him. Babe, look over your part thoroughly this time.” The red head stood and made his way over to the dark corner of the plane, Izuku glanced at him before turning away. Kirishima ignored the brush off and sat down in the empty seat beside him, lifting up one side of the headphones to whisper in his ear.
“Grand finale?” Denki whispered, “What does that mean?”
The blonde looked down at his own stack to find three songs listed under the title. Izuku never gave any of the show's titles before.
Why Worry
Different Songs
Diamond Girl
Katsuki opened his mouth to comment but the small cry from the greenette made him jump to his feet. Why the fuck was he crying!? Did that damn bastard hurt him last night?!
“Kat... don’t.”
“He’s my best friend, asshole, if I want to check on him, I fucking will.” He sneered at the shorter blonde.
Denki shook his head, “You’ll only make it worse, Eijiro has him.” Katsuki slowly lowered himself back into the seat.
“You fucking know something.”
The amber eyes stared at him for a long moment, “I know a lot of things. You would too if you didn’t have pussies in your face all night long. Just saying. It’s not hard to see.”
Katsuki looked over at his best friend asking himself, what the fuck was he missing.
The drummer decided that he must need his eyes checked because he still wasn’t fucking seeing it. No matter how many times he looked at Izuku, he wasn’t seeing what he should be.
If that fucking Pikachu idiot could see it than he should be fucking able to!
Katsuki roughly pulled the black tank top over his head. He should just tell Izuku how he feels and if it fucks shit up at least he’ll know the answer...
Who the fuck is he kidding! Izuku would never like him like that and he would ruin their friendship! He glanced over to Izuku who was jumping into his tight skinny jeans that hugged his fat ass nicely. Fuck, he’s been in love with that ass for years.
Those eyes.
That smile.
Everything about Izuku was perfect.
Izuku pulled on a lilac v neck then ran his fingers through his curls to either tame them or fluff them up. It didn’t matter because they always had a mind of their own.
“C’mon Kachan! It’s time!” The greenette flashed him a bright smile before walking out of the dressing room. It was time to get this shit show over with.
Katsuki took a deep breath and followed the nerd backstage. “Alright, fuckers. Let’s show this fucking city how it’s done.”
“Yeah! We got to go out with a bang!” Denki pumped his fist in the air like an idiot.
Kirishima grinned, “Hell yeah!”
Izuku who normally gave some kind of speech before each performance just nodded and grabbed his microphone with the scarred hand. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting.” Kirishima and Denki looked at him with a concerning look before walking out on stage to get ready. “Kachan... thanks for everything.” The words were the quietest whisper he ever heard but the words slammed loudly into his heart.
Why the fuck did they sound like a goodbye?
Katsuki would be tying that nerd to a chair after the show and get him to spill his damn guts about what’s bothering him.
He walked over to his drum set and flopped heavily onto the stool. The red head glanced at him worriedly but he gave him a pointed look back which shut him up quick. They couldn’t afford to let the feelings or whatever the fuck was going on get in the way of their music. The lights flashed on, each of them getting their own spot light.
“Hello Paris! It’s such an honor to be here with you all tonight in the city of love!” Izuku flashed the crowd a panty dropping smile that cause all the woman in the crowd to swoon and scream a bunch of ‘I love you, Deku!’ Katsuki wasn’t sure if the nerd knew how loved he was.
The show went off without a fucking hitch. Even though it was the biggest pain in the ass to learn fou—wait four? There were only three on the list but they practiced four in the past few days. Huh. Izuku took a few requests from the signs in the crowd and they played a few of their older songs but Aizawa was right, the fans went crazy over the new songs.
Katsuki watched the nerd pant slightly, sweat glistening off his forehead as he smiled bowing to their fans. He was glad to be fucking done.
“Now,” He started, a little out of breath as he crouched down in a squat. “you know how many times I’ve been asked about Ground Zero over there?” The blonde stiffened at his stage name. What the fuck was he doing? The fans screamed and squealed in excitement.
“HE’S SO HOT!”
“HAVE MY BABIES!”
Have... what... Katsuki fought to keep his eyes from rolling. Izuku just laughed, “Have his babies?! Aren’t you the cutest!” He straightened, standing up, “Ground Zero is to die for, isn’t he?” The red head glanced behind him but he couldn’t look away from Izuku. “Who wants to see him without the shirt?”
If he didn’t think the crowd could get any louder... he was fucking wrong. Izuku turned his head, looking over his shoulder to the blonde. “Tch. Fine.” He grumbled into the mic then grabbed the hem of his tank—that was damp with sweat—off his body.
Izuku was making him fucking eye candy.
“I have one more song to end the night with!” Izuku smirked lightly, “We’re going to play the fourth song.”
Denki nodded, glancing to his boyfriend. This song was mostly him and Denki with whatever fucking words Izuku put with it. Kirishima had a trumpet part which... since when?!
The trumpet started them in before he could drop the beat, “I love it when it’s loud, I love it when it’s big, you can feel it in the crowd. Come on bang dem sticks.” Izuku swayed slightly to the beat of his drums. “I said I love it when it's loud, I love it when it's big. 'Cause you can feel it in the crowd. Come on bang dem sticks.”
The beat picked up to move along with Izuku’s vocals. The words hit him like a slap to the face because the song was about him!
Uh the damn drummer, sicker than the swine flu. Don't really need medication he got a tissue and when he bang bang, don't need to bug ya. But he might be smoother than my, my favorite cookie when it plays. Izuku turned around to meet his eyes, emerald green sparkling with... hope? The blonde kept playing as his body took over with muscle memory but it was hard to focus on anything but Izuku’s words. “He got a hold on me and in a race, you got the winning streak and ain't nobody got a drummer like mine.” He put his hand to his chest, smirking. “He can bang dem sticks, he can throw them high.”
“I got a thing for a drummers. How the beat shakes up my heart I gotta thing for drummers. So, baby show off all dem tricks and bang dem sticks. I love it when it's loud. I love it when it's big. You can feel it in the crowd come on bang dem sticks.
Izuku laughed lightly, “ I don't think they're ready, it's okay, uh uh uh. The beat dropped slightly to a lower octave and the greenette dropped along with it, crouching. “Triple it, triple it, all that shit. He looking so good when he bang dem sticks .He can do the paradiddle with a little bit of samba and all the girls, I want your drummer's number.” Once again, he popped up with a hand on his chest almost to look offended, “ But wait a minute, what trick is going on? You're here to see me because you love my songs But there we go again with the double stroke and I ain't talking dirty, I ain't making no jokes, nawh nawh.
“And he could play all night. Whatever gets hyped girls, whatever gets you high 'Cause ain't nobody got a drummer like mine. He can bang dem sticks, he can throw dem high, c'mon.”
Katsuki could tell the nerd was loosing his confidents as the song was getting closer to being over and that meant he not only had to face the crowd of fans but Katsuki himself.
Izuku—of course—finished strong “ I got a thing for a drummers .How the beat shakes up my heart. I gotta thing for drummers. So baby show off all dem tricks and bang dem sticks.” The drums slowly faded out, his eyes never leaving Izuku’s form. He stood at the edge of the stage trying best to catch his breath.
He was going to run.
But he was frozen in his seat.
Kirishima grabbed his own microphone off the stand and headed to stand next to the singer, “Well, would you look at that! Who’s even surprised that Deku has a thing for drummers?!” The fans screamed a big fat no. “That’s what I thought! The only problem is that Zero over there is blinder than blind!”
“True that, babe.” Denki added in.
Izuku tried to step to the side, closer to the stage exit but the red head wasn’t having any of it. He wrapped his arm around the singer’s shoulder, pinning him in place. “R-Red!”
“Oh, no you don’t, Deku! I think you deserve—we all deserve an answer to that confession, isn’t that right, Zero? Do you have something you want to say to Deku?” Kirishima turned to face him with a shit eating grin. “I didn’t think Ground Zero was a damn coward.”
“ZERO!”
“ZERO!”
“ZERO!”
Katsuki stood up from the stool, listening to the screams of the fans as he walked across the stage to Izuku. He snatched the mic from Kirishima’s fingers, eyes narrowing at the nerd. “The fuck? You think you can just get up here and write a song about me?”
Izuku leaned closer to him with a smirk playing on his lips, “Zero, most of my songs are about you.”
“You cheeky bastard.” He felt a damn flutter in his stomach as he leaned closer until they were just inches away but something pushed against his skull so there was no longer distance. Lips met lips. Katsuki wrapped his arms around the singer’s waist as arms wrapped around his neck. He will be killing Kirishima later for pushing him but he didn’t give a flying fuck.
The way Izuku’s soft plush lips moved against his made his knees almost buckle, he had to end this or—fuck! He had to! Katsuki leaned into the kiss one more time before pulling away. “You got your drummer.”
“Well... I said I love it when it’s loud.” Izuku smiled brightly up at him. “I love you, Zero.”
“God, you fucking sap!” Katsuki gave him a chaste kiss before pulling him off the stage with the others trailing behind. “Why the hell didn’t you just say something?!”
Izuku shrugged a shoulder, “I-I... didn’t even know you were into g-guys and y-you liked to m—”
“Because you are a man whore.” Kirishima interjected. “He’s been too scared to tell you since you make out with every girl that looks your way.”
“Shut it, shitty hair!”
“He’s right...” The greenette mumbled, wringing his fingers together. “I-I couldn’t take it anymore so, I planned to confess and if I made a fool of myself then I had a better access to leave the band.”
Denki gasped loudly, “The grand finale! Holy shit!”
“You were going to break up the fucking band?!” Katsuki snapped. “What the fuck, Izuku!?” The greenette bit down on his lip but he could cleary see the tears in his eyes. “Doesn’t matter now. You got me, I got you and we’re staying together, got it?”
Izuku nodded quickly, “Mhmm...”
Izuku panted breathlessly as he came down from his high. “Y... You asshole.” He whispered. Katsuki lifted his head from his chest to smirk down at him, his chest was moving just as hard as they both were trying to catch their breath.
“I’m in your asshole.”
“And you're disgusting.”
“You wanna bang dem sticks?”
The shorter man groaned loudly and pushed against his smooth... firm... flawless chest. “I hate you!” The blonde laughed and peppered his face in kisses.
“And I love you.”
Izuku’s heart flipped all the way over as the air got knocked out of him. “I-I love you too!” He cried and wrapped his arms around his neck tightly.
He could hear the blonde roll his eyes, “Baby, we’ve been over this. We’ve been together two weeks now. Doncha think you should be over the fucking water works by now?”
“N-no! C-cause I love my K-Kachan and he l-loves me!!”
“I can’t take you fucking anywhere. For fuck’s sake, Zuku, breathe.” Katsuki gently rubbed the part of his back that wasn’t on the bed. “At least you’re my crybaby.”
Izuku choked on his sob, “You’re s-such a dick!” Even with the tears streaming down his cheeks and into the blonde’s sweaty shoulder, he couldn’t be happier. “My drummer...” He mumbled over his hiccup. His mind raced over all the new ideas for songs to write and most of them were about his boyfriend but... that was for another day because he could barely contain how happy he was with Katsuki in his arms.
“All yours, baby.”