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"This is stupid."

"Lighten up. He's enjoying himself."

"It's a waste of time! I could be training! Kicking Kirishima's ass! Sleeping! Doing literally anything else!"

Bakugo growled in frustration as he shoved past a cosplayer who was poorly dressed as what he could only recognize as Mt. Lady. Said cosplayer shot him a glare of protest, to which he nonchalantly flipped the bird over his shoulder to. "These people suck at it anyway." He added as he watched Midoriya walking excitedly ahead of them both. 

Unlike Deku and Todoroki who had decided to embrace the nerd culture, Bakugo had decided to wear nothing more than his skull shirt and cargos. Normal as he had called it earlier when Deku was trying to convince him to dress up.

Todoroki walked by his side, adjusting the wrist supporters he'd received from Hatsume's inventions. He didn't mind cosplays, but he couldn't figure out anyone he'd truly wanted to dress up as, and so he resorted with the next best thing: himself.

"People do this for fun. Not everything has to be a competition." Todoroki retorted back to Bakugo who scowled at him over a smug look. "Can't you just shut up?!" Without breaking his stride, Bakugo smacked his shoulder in a comical provocation, and Todoroki took the chance to smack the other's arm away in annoyance.

But as the two faced towards Deku's direction, they realized they made a mistake. The boy turned, revealing himself to be someone else! Someone that just so happened to be wearing the same thing as Deku.

"Fuck." Bakugo deadpanned.

Deku's eyes were glowing the second he stepped inside that convention center. Someone immediately complimented his All Might cosplay and he beamed a merry ”Thank you!" The pride in his voice was unmatched. He was surrounded by like minded nerds and actual heroes! The guest list was insane and he knew exactly who he wanted to see first.

While he was happy Kacchan and Todoroki joined him, they weren't exactly able to relate to him on this level. He barely got Kacchan to even come and now he "owed him one." Todoroki was a lot easier and he even got him to cosplay -- er, sort of. Well, it's the thought that counts and at least they actually came! 

Deku went all out though, ready to have the time of his life. There was just so much to see and do as he started making his way through the crowds, big green eyes wide with wonder. He wished he had more money to buy stuff with but he decided what little he had he'd spend later so he wouldn't have to carry around too much-- unless he saw something he really really wanted that ran the risk of getting picked off by another fan. 

Deku's game plan for maneuvering through this con was activated and just like that, he got lost in the crowd, distancing himself from Bakugo and Todoroki without even realizing it as one cool thing led him to another, while also trying to figure out where the guest booths might be. It seemed that the vendor hall and autograph section were all in one giant location.

It was while winding around a person that Midoriya noticed from the corner of his eye a really cool 3d print out of Ryukyu in her dragon-like form. Because he was focused on that, he wasn't able to see the person he bumped into next. "Oh! I'm sorry!" He immediately reacted, stumbling back and looking apologetically to whoever he just ran into... and that's when his jaw dropped.

Kuro, having just left his booth it seemed (Deku could see his booth in the background with a glorious stand-up poster by it) was standing before him now in all his 6 foot glory, and he had just bumped into him! Kuro must have just finished a signing and had said goodbye to the dispersing fans. Where was he going now? Maybe to get food? To wander around the con too? 

"K-Kuro!" Deku choked out, eyes wide in panic as he knew time was of the essence. "I-- autograph-- please--?" He was palming all over himself trying to figure out where his pen and paper was. It didn't matter he had fought alongside his favorite heroes at this point. He still occasionally slipped into fanboy mode over someone he liked. He had never met Kuro in person before so of course he was excited. He wasn't even in the top ten of pro heroes but he was SO cool. And being in an environment like this really fed into Deku's fanboy persona.

He’s seen plenty of videos of Kuro’s heroics and interviews online. He seemed so kind and docile despite his edgy appearance. The man had a lot of tattoos. In fact, they had a lot to do with his quirk. Kuro had the ability to manifest anything etched onto his skin, whether it be with a marker, pen or tattoo, he can manipulate part of his molecular structure to bring the art to life. The more integrated the art, the more realistic and powerful the creation could be.

The crowd was particularly heavy as Kuro’s booth closed, leaving people to scatter and wander off. Kuro could had slipped behind the tall curtains around the booths and exited without dealing with the masses, but he was looking for someone.

"It's Kuro--! Aaa!"

Kuro glanced to see a few of his younger female fans squealing over the fact he was lingering now, but far too shy to approach. He flashed them a smile but his attention was clearly on the nervous boy that had bumped into him. “No no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking.” The white haired man tried to dismiss while Deku was still fumbling around his suit for an autograph. His voice was silky and smooth as his apologetic smile. The smile was strained, however. He could puke if he heard that word again - autograph. Kuro couldn't say no to a kid who seemed to be a fan of his, however. So he watched in amusement as the younger, flustered and desperate, finally took out an autograph booklet. Deku fretted so much so that the hoodie to his costume fell over his shoulders and suddenly the mysterious kid caught Kuro’s full attention. "Hey, you're that kid, uh..." He snapped his fingers as he thought, "Mizu...Mir... Deku! Right?"

Being in the outfit Deku was in, he probably appeared even younger than he actually was, making it hard to recognize him too, especially with how he was presenting himself. But he just couldn't contain his excitement! He was pretty sure his soul just left his body when Kuro seemed to actually know him by name. Deku tried to remind himself to get a grip. The guy's gonna think he's a complete fanatic if he didn't calm down a little! Even if Deku was a complete fanatic, he didn't want to weird him out. "You know me?" He wondered if it was the Sports Festival. It could have been a number of things at this point since he's found himself in a lot of hero conflict lately.

"Sure I do," Kuro’s demeanor changed. He relaxed as he slid his hands into his pockets and gave Midoriya his full attention. At second glance, Deku really did not look like a high schooler. He still bared his baby cheeks, and his big expressive eyes were stunningly bright and enthusiastic while most teenage boys tried to fit cooler personas. The outfit definitely didn't do him justice either. "You've made a name for yourself since the Sports Festival at UA, and it's not in the news yet, but most of us pro heroes have heard of your encounter with Overhaul. Pretty impressive, I have to say," Kuro winked at him, "I should be the one asking for your autograph, little Deku.”

Deku took in his every movement from his hands sliding coolly into his pocket to the expressions on his face and the way his short layered locks danced around his sharp jawline. He was studying him and burning his image into his head for all eternity. The videos and photos really didn't do Kuro's level of attractiveness justice; he felt so lucky to be able to meet him like this and to be recognized by him too felt like a dream.

Impressive?? He wants MY autograph?? Deku's excitement didn't know how to pour out anymore. He was feeling faint and also the pressure in his eyes were starting to increase to an embarrassing level. 

No.

He would not cry.

"No!" Deku's eyes widened in horror, not wanting him to think he was being rude; he had to explain his outburst quickly. "I-I mean you're you, I'm nobody!" No matter how many times the greenette has been recognized at this point, he had yet to grow a big head, or fully allow it to sink in that he was already gaining a name for himself too.

Kuro's public image was interesting as he had some controversy surrounding it due to the tattoos on his body. Tattoos were heavily looked down upon in Japan because they are linked to Yakuza, but they were all part of his quirk, and Deku admired them and him for being able to sway the public image through his patience and gentle attitude towards civilians. He was very unique and that intrigued him.

Much like Midoriya, Kuro was intrigued with the real Deku too. The Midoriya he'd seen on nationals was nothing like what he was witnessing: sweet, humble, nerdy, and so very expressive. He could have been fooled, certainly would have thought he was just another dotting shy fan, had he not seen the boy's potential on TV.

Then, as if a switch flipped, Midoriya was staring at him almost horrified at the suggestion he get his autograph causing Kuro to laugh whole heartedly. "Don't put yourself down, kid. You're, what? Second year? First year?" One hand pulled out a solid black pen he often used in fights. While it looked rather ordinary, the pen had a secret compartment with a razor sharp knife he used on his skin in case the pen ran out of ink, "Your name's been poppin' up in conversations. If you ask me..." How short was Deku? He had to bend just slightly to take one of Midoriya's hands and place the pen into it, "...I think you're a big deal." He rolled up the black sleeve to his button up, exposing one of his freshly new tattoos. The details of the scales and the sharp fangs of the snake embedded around his arm would just be a future weapon he'd use against a villain, but just below the tattoo there was a patch of clear skin over his wrist. Kuro smiled, "So I'll cut you a deal. Sign your name on my arm, and I'll show you around. I know a few pro heroes who would love to meet you."

Deku's eyes lit up about a couple of things. For one, he recognized that pen! In fact, he's memorized his whole pen set. Kuro rarely lost 'em during a fight which was interesting. Here he was, struggling moments before to find his own writing utensil and notebook, and Kuro was able to retrieve his so smoothly. Under pressure was no different, since he had to be careful and ready in a fight; but his drawings were always such masterful pieces of art no matter what predicament he was in. Even in a rush, his scribbles were better than anything he could accomplish.The idea that Kuro wanted him to taint his skin now with his shoddy handwriting was horrifying.

Of course, Deku was touched though by the gesture, teeth tightening together as Kuro's hand placed the pen in his. He swallowed hard, tucking away his notebook back into an inside pocket to focus on the task at hand. His whole body began to shake now as he stared at the pen, trying to digest everything that was going on. With a hesitant nod, because how could he possibly say no to him, Deku's arm moved slowly, inching towards Kuro's arm with the awe-striking snake tattoo that was definitely new. As the pen hovered just above the skin, Deku had to use his other arm to grab his own forearm in hopes of keeping himself from shaking too much. He had to steady himself much like when he was about to flick an opponent with his finger. It was a real struggle to write right now but he did his absolute best and managed to write "Deku" right where Kuro suggested.

When he was finished, he offered the pen back to Kuro, still shaking just as much. His heart was pounding and the best was still to come! He was actually going to get to hang out with him now. "I-I hope it's alright." 

If he was trying to hide his fanboy side, Deku was certainly failing at it. He could barely hold the weighted pen without fanning over it, and it was then Kuro realized that Deku knew exactly what he was holding. Most people would just assume he carried it to sign their posters, but the sharpie he used for posters were in his other pocket. He made note of how Deku eyed his tattoo though. Did he notice it's new too? Kuro had fans, but none really paid any attention to who he really was, and now he couldn't help but look at Deku differently, wondering just how long the boy had been watching his hero arc. He remained silent, allowing Midoriya to truly experience what it meant to give his autograph to a fan. He watched with amusement, his skin soaking in every drop of ink.

As soon as his nervous fingers stopped, Kuro placed a hand over Midoriya's, applying just enough pressure to stop him from moving any further. "You noticed, didn't you? My pen." His fingers pointed at the opposite side of the ink where the smooth curve of the pen met the latch. "Then you know you used the wrong end."

"Ah--" Deku seemed bewildered, not sure how to take that. He was joking, right? Surely he was. Did he mean he wanted it permanent? "I...did...?" Deku was feeling nerves he didn't quite recognize now. The way Kuro looked at him felt like butterflies had started to migrate through his stomach. "I.. I couldn't..." Even so, cutting him felt like a bit much, and he didn't want to hurt him like that.

"You won't hurt me," It wasn't that Kuro could read minds. It was that look that he'd seen many times over. The kind that separated him from the rest of the more stereotypical quirks and placed him on this controversial reputation he'd grown to embrace, despite his good intentions. "You know better than most of these fans that I have grown accustomed to these extremes. I've adapted to be the hero I wanted to be," Bright red hues glanced into Midoriya's green ones, "You're no different than me, Deku. I've seen what you've put yourself through just to rise where you are." His hand eased his grip on his, but before he could say anything else, he began to realize that his presence, along with Deku's exposed profile, was starting to attract a crowd.

Kuro sighed as he straightened himself and made distance between the two, purposefully allowing Deku to keep the pen. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled down at the younger boy, "Ah, looks like we've been caught. Guess we should get going, hm? Wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea."

"Is that Deku??"

"It's really them...!"

"I-I can't believe how close they are!"

"Are they teaming up?! How cool!"

Amongst them, there were some young females watching with wide eyes, cheeks flushed at the rare scene. They were obviously fawning over them, while others watched in surprise to see not only Deku himself, but Kuro interacting with the new rising hero.

Kuro really knew how to draw someone in with that smooth voice and debonair twinkle in his eye. It didn’t matter he was older, in his twenties, Deku found himself smitten. A harmless, celebrity crush if you will, that was never meant to go anywhere. He was grateful for the interruption, however. While he didn't want to offend Kuro by insinuating he was weak or something by not using that side of the pen on him, it just felt like he was stepping over a line here that he shouldn’t. He quickly found he wasn't comfortable being ogled at either so he looked at Kuro. "Take the lead?" The green haired boy subconsciously kept a protective hold over the pen he still had in his hand without thinking he needed to give it back yet, now too focused on what Kuro was interested in seeing first at the convention. It was intriguing to him that someone like him would want to actually mix and mingle with the crowds and be interested in the displays.

Kuro smiled his way through pictures and autographs before leading the way, allowing the crowd to ease rather than leave his fans hanging with a bitter taste. And as they lingered, the fans began to take interest in Deku. Younger kids and adults asked for his picture, others asked for his autograph and the boy fumbled around and did his best to pacify them. It was nerve wracking at first but the energy around them was contagious and soon enough he found himself having fun, enjoying the crowd's smiles.

As soon as most of the people who had surrounded them seemed to be contented, Kuro took the opportunity to guide them passed the guest booths, and with one quick wave, he pressed a hand to the small of Midoriya's back to lead them to the exit. Deku was still reeling, admiring how Kuro had handled that crowd and feeling overwhelmed himself. Everything he did though seemed to carry an artistic appeal that one couldn’t help but swoon over. From his body language to his inflections… He had such a way with people that truly helped them see passed those tattoos. Though Deku thought the tattoos just added to the man’s beauty anyway and he blushed for thinking that.

After a moment of just walking through the dealer’s room, Kuro was waved down by other heroes to which he politely rejected with an apologetic wave as he kept walking alongside Midoriya, and although he felt bad for not taking the time to introduce Deku to everyone, he knew he'd be able to make it up later. "My friends are waiting at the east wing. Remi'll probably kill me since I'm already late, but I'm bringing such a cute snack with me. I think he'll understand.” He flashed Deku a teasing glance and comfortably slid his hands back into his pockets, "Kidding, kidding!" He chuckled at the look the boy gave him.The greenette felt a little weird from the joke but let it slide. Rather, he smiled back as if he was in on the joke too. He wasn’t used to a pro hero giving off this kind of vibe towards him but he accepted it in wholesome stride. Letting himself get swept up in his own childlike wonder. Besides, he was just “kidding” after all. He wondered who Remi was and if he was a superhero he'd recognize later since the name didn't ring any bells. He hoped to get more autographs though which reminded him of the fact he still had Kuro's pen. A part of him wanted to ask if he could keep it, another part didn't want to say anything at all-- rather, he let himself get distracted by where they were going as they exited the vendor hall.

While Deku was getting the VIP treatment, Bakugo was getting increasingly pissed off the longer it took to find the little turd. He was going to give him a real piece of his mind whenever he did— “Watch it!” Bakugo scowled as someone bumped into him. They looked scared and apologized but seemed distracted by whatever it was they were talking about with a group of friends.

“Did you see the way Deku looked at him?” 

“Oh! That’s a team up I need! Kuro and Deku? Ahh!” One of the teens squealed at the thought. They looked like they were all wearing sailor scout uniforms.

Kuro? Bakugo exchanged a look with Todoroki, certain he heard their annoyingly high voices too. 

“Which way did they go!?” Bakugo interrupted the teens, baring his teeth like an impatient animal as he held one of the girls in place by her shoulders from behind.

“Cosplay is not consent!!” She yelped.

“What the fuck does that mean?” 

“Please s-s-sir!” One of her friends with blue hair piped up. “They went towards the east wing!” She pointed towards the direction and sighed in relief when Bakugo backed off to turn to Todoroki.

“He forces me to come here only to ditch our asses? I’m going to kill him.” 

"None of my messages are going through..." Todoroki had been trying to send messages since they had lost Midoriya into the crowd, but it kept returning with 'no signal'. With one last futile glance at his phone, and the rejected messages bouncing back, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and focused on following Bakugo to avoid losing one another. Almost as if conditioned to respond at any time Midoriya's name was brought up, Todoroki's ears had picked up at the squeals from the other fans, and it seemed like Bakugo heard it too as they exchanged those knowing looks. The moment the girl yelled though, it may have not shown on his expression, but he was internally elated at the blonde's luck. "He must be really enjoying himself if he's already gone this far." He mumbled. Unlike Bakugo, he wasn't as riled up about Deku's disappearance, but he couldn't help but worry. Midoriya was rather wholesome in his own way, and could hold himself against a villain, but whose to say someone wouldn't pull at his heartstrings?

Hours had passed since they had left the autograph section and the fan incident. Kuro had eventually slipped his own badge onto Deku, calling him his little assistant as they encountered security at the Guest and VIP halls. As promised, he took Deku through multiple rooms, all of which had heroes, sidekicks, and agencies alike socializing and enjoying their exclusivity without the fear of fans bombarding them. Kuro introduced Deku to his peers, some of which weren't all that popular, but worked heavily behind the scenes, while others were flashier role models who worked on social networking for brands. Among them, there were also pro-heroes as well. Kuro couldn't help but watch Deku fidget in nervousness, at first too shy to wander on his own, but it didn't take long to warm him up. In fact, it was easy setting the kid up in conversation, and for the most part, Deku carried on once he was able to find a topic of common interest to take off in conversation. Before he knew it, it was nearing evening and the group was starting to disperse for the nightly events; though, it wasn't easy to tell given that there weren't any windows to see the sun setting.

After convincing the bartender that he did, in fact, need a drink even though they had just closed, Kuro turned to find the little hero who seemed to be bidding his farewells with a lovely female hero. Once she left, Kuro took the chance to regroup with him. "Well?" He flopped down on the couch, arms splayed out over the couch behind Deku. "How do you like it? I was worried you weren't enjoying it, but you've managed to strike a conversation with nearly anyone."

It was scary being in a room with so many admirable people but this was a dream come true for Deku. Todoroki’s instinct was right, he was definitely having the time of his life. Fitting in with other heroes, hearing them talk about things they liked, or stories of adventures they’ve been on - he was learning so much! Sure, he came off as a fanboy and totally made you uncomfortable at first (he managed to squeeze in a few autographs after all), but he was so open and warm that it was hard not to adjust to Deku’s own unique charm. He honestly was exhausted by the end of it. The social butterfly had shook off his nerves and had definitely made it a point to try to talk to every person he could and the genuine excitement barely wore off until it neared evening. He perked up when he heard Kuro’s voice and turned and smiled at him gratefully. “Are you kidding? This has been great! Thank you so much!” He moved to sit on the couch, his feet hurting from being on them all day. “Do you get to go to a lot of conventions like this?” Getting to see the VIP areas was such a treat. Sure, he would have had a blast being a general attendee too but WOW. He had to wonder if Kuro got the chance to attend these a lot during his downtime. It really must have been an experience to swoon over. Kuro did enjoy the casual gathering behind the curtains and the artist gallery, but he thought over the question for a moment before answering: "Most of the time. After a while we all just hole-up in here. It's few in between that we can all gather and not be bothered." 

Kuro swirled the ice around in his drink and smiled back at Midoriya, "We aren't done here though, I was just keeping my end of the deal. We have one last stop for the day. Only pro-heroes get to come to the VIP event with the exception of guests." With one last swirl, he brought the cup up to his lips only to nearly choke on the drink. He pulled it away with a crinkle to his nose and a sour glare towards the drink. "Argh, that's strong." Despite the complaint, he took another gulp of the drink with, yet again, another twisted face. "Fuck. I mean, granted, this is exactly what I wanted, but it tastes like absolute garbage."

Deku realized that there was one other element to his experience that added to the intimidation factor — he was definitely the youngest person hanging out with everyone. No one seemed to question it or mind though so he almost forgot himself until he watched Kuro choking down some apparently strong alcohol. He didn’t understand the appeal since he’s never had any alcohol before nor has he had an interest to drink with his mind focused so much on just being a good hero but he didn’t judge either. Even now, his mind was swirling with thoughts about the VIP event Kuro was inviting him to. “A private VIP event?” Deku’s eyes swelled with wonder but paused when something finally clicked in his head. “Wh-What time is it??” He fished around for his phone, eyes wide. He had been with Kuro and hanging out behind the scenes for hours on end; he lost all sense of time and realized that Todoroki and Bakugo were probably freaking out about where he must have gone. He tried texting them to check in, honestly surprised he didn’t see any messages already. Maybe they weren’t that concerned after al—

…And that might be the reason. Deku frowned: no service.

“I came here with a couple of people who’re probably worried about where I’ve gone… Do you know if there’s any WiFi I could connect to or something? I should probably check in.” He cringed at what Bakugo and Todoroki must think of him — and don’t get him wrong, he was genuinely excited about spending time with them here, and sharing this experience with them, but he had no idea things were going to go in this direction! 

Todoroki would probably be understanding but Kacchan? 

"WiFi?" Kuro echoed. It wasn't something he really bothered with at an event that was meant to completely disconnect, but he could understand Deku's concern, except he was unsure how to answer. "Have you tried connecting to a guest network?" Kuro leaned over to look at Midoriya's phone in hopes of helping him find a solution.

"Ah- I got it!" Kuro chimed as an idea struck his thoughts, "Remi's party is at the top floor of the hotel, they might have better signal there and..." As he spoke, he suddenly came to the realization that Deku was, in fact, still young. "Hm... It seems I've taken up a lot of your time already, doesn't it?" He relaxed, hoping to ease the boy. If Midoriya felt trapped in anyway, then he would be sure to fix that. Kuro purposefully made some distance between them, instead opting to giving Deku a light pat on his head, soft hair threading through his fingers. "I don't want to make you feel obligated to be here so, why don't we go back? You'll also have your chance to go to a VIP party someday, it doesn't have to be today."

"Oh! No! That's not it!" Deku was quick to respond as he didn't want Kuro to think he had done anything wrong. He turned red a little from the pat on the head and tried to look reassuring. Who knows when he'd ever even get to see Kuro again so it was nice getting to know him and his friends. In his eyes, Kuro had nothing to feel guilty over. With a look of panic, torn as to what to do, Deku glanced down at the badge Kuro gave him, having worn it like a prize. This was a golden opportunity still. A once in a lifetime thing! Even if he got to go to these types of events in the future, he'd still be missing out now and would always wonder what it would have been like.

He felt bad about Kacchan and Todoroki... but maybe Kuro had a solution after all.

"...you said there might be better signal near the event, yeah? Yeah, I'm sure I can get a hold of them there." He tried to sound a little more confident. It's not like he'd have an easy way to find them otherwise. The convention center was huge. It was much better to get a hold of them there and just have them meet him in the lobby or at their room than wandering aimlessly around.

Despite Midoriya's assurance, Kuro didn't look all that convinced, and even less so the moment Midoriya stared at his phone as if his life depended on it, only to put up airs again. He stood up abruptly and faced the teen, "Deku," his voice was low and careful as he spoke, "if you're going to force yourself through this, then let's part ways here. I have no interest in entertaining kids who just want to pretend to be something they're not, and don't get me wrong, you don't strike me as the guy to do that, but if this is as far as you are able to go, then don't force yourself to come along just to blend in." Kuro paused for a moment as he studied Midoriya's expressions. He took another taste of his drink, this time long and drawn to finish the cup.

"I like you. You're cute, you're fun, and walking away from this won't make me think any less of you. We'll eventually meet again, hopefully in the field, but I won't allow you to come unless you truly want to." He placed the cup on the low table next to the couch before sliding his hands back into the pockets of his black dress pants and waited. Waited for Deku's response, and ready to leave if he saw any sign of deception or hesitation from the teenage hero.

Deku was surprised, looking up, dumb founded at Kuro as he called him out. He didn't want to say anything at first, he listened, trying to understand where Kuro was coming from and why he'd think he was pretending to want to hang out with him. That wasn't how he meant to come across at all! This had so much more to do with his partners than anything else. "Kuro..." Deku liked that he was able to speak what he was thinking and he hoped he could reassure him. "I want to go, really. The more I thought about it, I mean... It will probably be best I reach out to them at the hotel because they're probably having the same problem as me. I'm sure they will go somewhere they can get WiFi too. It works better this way." He stood up, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to think I didn't want to go." He lowered his arm and smiled, less nervous, more genuine. "I appreciate you going out of your way to be so nice to me." 

Kuro rose a brow as Midoriya spoke, challenging him, but the words and his demeanor showed their true colors, and for a moment, Deku looked that much older than he really was. "Okay." He answered, allowing himself to relax, "If at any moment you feel like you need to leave, I'll escort you back." He reached over to pat his head again and finally let out a relieved smile. "You almost had me going there for a moment." He said as he let his arm fall over Deku's shoulders to lead them out of the lounge and towards the hall. Unlike before, there were less people wandering around, and those that were, had either their hero costumes on, or a rather provocative outfit to fit the nightlife of the adults who were eager to find parties to attend.

Kuro followed the crowd towards the path to the skybridge leading over into the hotel, taking them to one of the elevators where he pressed the button to go to the top floor.

At this point, Deku felt like he had moreinsight on what type of person Kuro was in that short exchange. Kuro didn't want to come across as the pushy type so he took what he said to heart. When he felt he needed to go, he’d see himself out and it was nice to think Kuro wouldn’t take offense. Except Deku felt stiff under his arm because that wasn’t something he anticipated. It made his heart race and for a second he passed it off as nerves and tried not to overthink it.

As they waited for the elevator door to open, a group of three came tumbling about, giggling and laughing through their tipsy state. The two girls wore a bodysuit similar to Momo's, all skin tight, one piece with a deep v-cut that made any guy do a double-take, and the only guy had nothing but skintight leggings. One of the girls, a redhead, spotted Deku as they waited for the elevator. She smiled toothily with drunken flushed cheeks, "Heyyy... You're kind of cyu-uute. What's your name, darlin'?"

"Yami," The shirtless guy tried to speak through his laughter, pulling her by the waist before she could get any closer to the other two, "Leave them be,"

Kuro didn't seem to mind. He smiled at her, but kept his arm over Deku's shoulders. "Don't mind them. They're just enjoying themselves.” He spoke down to the tense boy under his arm. Deku was so red, he had no choice but to stare at the wall in an attempt to respectfully ignore them. He cleared his throat to speak but knew if he tried he’d sound like a shrill chipmunk so he just nodded at Kuro’s observation of them. 

Once they were walking again though, Deku relaxed under his arm. He couldn’t wait to see what type of event it would be, oblivious to the fact he might have just gotten a sample of it, but rather fixated on the idea of who else he might recognize and connect with. He wanted to meet all the heroes he could but he knew he had to do something first…

"He's kidnapped." Todoroki was, at this point, convinced something terrible had happened to Deku. While hours ago he was able to keep his composure, he was now coming up with all kinds of scenarios in his head. He stood by the sliding glass door leading to their room's balcony, his eyes glued to his phone that finally had signal, looking over the messages he had sent already:

We lost you.

Where are you? Bakugo tried to assault a girl.

It's okay though. Call us when you are free. You must be enjoying yourself.

Midoriya?

Bakugo is not happy, but I've managed to distract him. He was hungry after all...

Are you alright?

Izuku??

At this point, Todoroki glanced up at Bakugo who sat on the bed of their shared hotel room. The hotel its self connected to the convention center via sky bridge that added to the convenience for the weekend. Midoriya had convinced them to book it. It was small with a king sized bed, but cozy, except it was missing the very person that had convinced them to come along in the first place.

"We should go back. He could be in trouble..."

"HE'S GONNA WISH HE WAS." Bakugo snapped angrily which was a great cover for any concern he might have actually felt about Deku in this situation, but he wasn't convinced the nerd was in trouble yet. Not after hearing he was with Kuro. The twerp had a way with people sometimes, he was certain wherever he was, it was with him. "You heard those extras. He went off with that walking graffiti wall.” He knew who Kuro was too and didn’t see the appeal. Him and Todoroki tried to locate them though but no matter how many times Bakugo threatened - which actually went against their efforts - the more security or staff refused to give them a clue where any of the VIP areas were; and Kuro had no other things on his schedule so the whole search was a major flop.

Bakugo started to open his mouth to say something more but suddenly a notification alert interrupted him.

A text to Todoroki! 

One after another.

😫😫😫 I’m so sorry !!!

I hope youre not too worried. I’m not sure when I lost you guys but I ran into kuro and the mmost amazing  thing happened! He invited me to a vip event!

It’s at near the rooftop at our hotel and I’m there right now! It’s the only place I could get service or I would have texted sooner! 

At this point Bakugo was looming over Todoroki like a demon. He was seething and even more so that Deku didn’t text him first. But that might be because his earlier texts consisted of:

I’m going to kill you

You’re going to die

And then a gif of someone being murdered that was unnecessarily graphic 

Todoroki could feel Bakugo over his shoulder but he ignored him in favor of reading the texts. He quickly became relieved when Midoriya confirmed his safety. It was unsettling, but he had a lot more faith in Midoriya's powers. He's witnessed first hand what his boyfriend could do, and if he didn't ask for help, or send vague location drops, he didn't feel all that worried. "He's okay." Todoroki smiled softly at the texts, for once in the past few hours feeling relieved. Though, he couldn't say the same for Bakugo. "Should we get dinner?" Was all he could suggest considering they had no other option, right? Him and Bakugo weren't all that friendly yet, but they've made amends to work their relationship out-- or more so.. Midoriya had placed them in this position if they wanted to be a part of his life. Either way, Todoroki was trying... somewhat.

Bakugo was already at the door by the time Todoroki asked if he wanted dinner. The fiery blonde paused, looked over his shoulder and with a toothy, vengeful grin said, "We're crashing a party." 

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As soon as they escaped the elevator, Kuro snickered under his breath. "Ahh," He sighed contently, much more aloof than he had been before. The alcohol was taking effect, but nothing like where he wished he could be. "You're kind of a prude, aren't ya?" Kuro teased Deku, grinning down at him as he kept the younger closer to himself. Behind them followed the three bodies, far more tipsy and barely able to keep up. He could feel Deku’s body tensing and those expressive eyes gaping up at him.

“Prude??” Deku looked a little distraught and embarrassed, having not meant to come off that way, it’s just that… 

"Riki!" Kuro shouted as they approached a large double door being guarded by an unusually large guard. The music's bass was strong, and the smell of smoke was a little strong too.

The guard barely flinched as he heard the voice of someone he was familiar with. He scowled and glanced away, "Don't talk to me."

"Aw," Kuro's smile widened, "I was hoping you wouldn't kick me out this time. S'Remi around? He's gotta be pissed."

"No." Riki's gruff voice easily pierced through the bass, "Just get in or leave me the fuck alone." He glanced down at Deku at this point and glared at Kuro. "What's this?"

"A quickie." Kuro retorted with a sly grin, "He's only here for a little bit." When Riki didn't respond, he sighed and rolled his sleeve up. He pulled another pen from his pocket. Rather than using the ink, the razor sharp knife was exposed and he easily carved a few oval shaped items into his skin which quickly manifested into pills. At first his blood pooled up, spilling over his skin, but it healed almost immediately without a scar to be seen. He's also made sure not to disrupt Deku's autograph in the process. "Seven." Kuro confirmed as he placed them in Riki's hand.

"Hmph." Riki grunted, counting the pills before glancing down at Midoriya with a cold stare. At this point, the poor green haired boy was sweating bullets, not understanding most of what was happening. He had watched their exchange quietly, felt another rush of uneasiness when he was referred to as a ‘quickie,’ and what he witnessed seemed like an illegal bribe. He had a feeling he should just go regroup with Kacchan and Todoroki but he couldn't seem to stop himself from going further and further into this rabbit hole. So he brushed it off like every other red flag. 

Riki stepped aside and allowed them both into the room.

"Don't worry about him." Kuro assured Deku which did not feel reassuring to him despite his efforts. He watched as Kuro wiped the drying blood with a small rag he kept in his pocket, and as soon as he was clean, he felt Kuro’s arm fall back over his shoulders again, "He's always trying to get something out of me.” Kuro explained.

The doors opened and the billowy smoke obscured their vision at first. Kuro didn't hesitate to walk in though, and he made sure to keep Midoriya close as he easily weaved through the bodies dancing and chatting amongst each other. Mostly everyone had some form of provocative outfit, and very few had something remotely decent on. Deku was taken aback by the atmosphere, not at all anticipating this kind of party from fellow heroes, particularly from the pros. Still, they were mostly heroes here, right? He couldn’t see anything yet but there was nothing to be concerned about, right?

"Remi!" Kuro called out, searching for his white haired friend who was most likely talking shit with their other friends.

Upon spotting Remi from far, the view was getting clearer and clearer until a very, very indecent Mt. Lady came into view that made Deku’s eyes widen and his face feel hotter than it ever has. She was straddling one of the heroes, eyes hazy and barely paying any attention to who was coming by. She wasn't the only one there either, far more recognizable heroes were there, but most didn't seem to even acknowledge Deku in their current... compromised state.

"They're all under the influence," Kuro pointed out as they got closer to his friends, "Glitter's quirk is very... relaxing for lack of better words." Deku wondered if that had anything to do with the smoke in the air and if so, why wouldn't it affect him? Maybe it was only potent for a certain time period... All the more reason to leave now while he could. He already stuck out like a sore thumb. He coughed on the smoke still in the air but tried to endure. There was only so many passes he could give Kuro, however, and once he started spotting scandalous scenes happening all around him, scarring his image of certain heroes in his head, he knew he had to retreat. 

"Ah... Uh huh..." Deku responded distractedly, well aware he had gotten in over his head. "Um... Kuro..."

The extreme night-to-day exposure was definitely a shock, and by looking at the younger, Kuro knew the kid didn't know what to do with himself or what to think. In a way, Kuro felt guilty exposing him to this side of the heroes, the side that the public never got to see, but more than anything, Kuro wanted him to know exactly who his heroes were. What better way than showing him rather than telling him? He would probably never believe it. Deku’s admiration for them would have gotten in the way. Was it too much? Kuro could see Deku was torn, completely overwhelmed by his surroundings, and before he could break his little mind with overthinking, he nudged him closer with his arm on his shoulder, fingers gently pressing into his chin so he would look up at him instead. Kuro smiled apologetically, "It's not what you expected, is it." And it wasn't a question, he just remembered his first exposure too.

At that point, Deku couldn’t speak, searching his eyes instead for a better, reassuring explanation for all that he was seeing and he got nothing.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Kuro’s friend cut into the conversation. Remi glared at him from where he'd been standing, handing a drink to a friend who sat comfortably on a couch nearby. Unlike the rest of the room, this couch was positioned at the far opposite end of the room, and fewer people lingered there. Mostly everyone writhed and danced and fucked where they could, but being that there were some 'safe' corners, only few people mingled in that area. One of them being Remi, who was absolutely tired of Kuro's supposedly 'good acts'. There was a slender blue haired man on the couch who had accepted Remi's drink, and a blond boy, much like Deku's age, sitting half on the man's lap, and far too exposed.

To their side on the long lounge couch were two women heroes wearing masks, as some had opted to do in the party. One could be identified as Uwabami and the other resembled too much of Midnight. They were absolutely lost in the high of the smoke and drinks, and in making out. Further down were more heroes who just enjoyed the high, talking, or the voyeurism.

Kuro didn't seem to be bothered by any of it. He gave the blue haired man a nod for a greeting which was returned with a wave of his drink. "It's better this way, isn't it?" Kuro responded, and although he truly meant it, he tried to lighten the mood with a grin, "Deku's only here for a little bit. Right?" He glanced down at the teen whose awkward, frozen expression said it all, "This is Remi, my sidekick. We go way back-- if you ever need a hacker, this is your guy!"

At the mention of hacker it seemed to snap Deku out of his daze. ”You're a hacker?” The boy’s meek voice could barely be heard over the music but clearly Deku had other interests. Remi was amused. "Fuck yeah I am. I've gotten this shitbag out of more trouble than he's worth." 

Realization slowly dawned in Deku's eyes. He knew that name was familiar; and thank God for the distraction. "Oh wait yeah you two met in your first year at Nabu and wasn't it recent you became his sidekick though? You were involved in the Norinchukin heist!" 

"The fuck." Remi didn't know how to take this stalkerish knowledge Deku just spouted at him. Deku actually didn't know nearly as much about Remi though, just what he read through reading up and studying Kuro. That was really all he knew but the greenette cringed at the other man’s reaction. He looked sheepishly down at his fingers when he realized he must have put Remi off and Remi couldn't help but laugh. As much as Remi didn't want to admit it, he could see why Kuro brought him here. 

"He's a fan." Kuro spoke up. Being out of reach from the rest of the group, Kuro released the younger. Whether that was a sign to run, panic, or stay, Kuro wouldn't stop him, but Deku certainly felt all three. "I'll get us a drink, why don't you sit? Or, do whatever you want really. You've gotten this far, after all." Kuro patted Deku’s head before wandering off to the bar that was just within reach, and far from the mess of bodies.

"Take a seat with us!" The long haired blonde teenager waved at Deku before Remi could get another word in, "We promise we won't bite.”

"Don't say that, can't you see he's nervous? You'll definitely scare him away." The blue haired man scolded, but held no true bite to his words as he shifted in his pink and blue neon colored suit. "Don't listen to him, kid. He's just high." He brought his drink up to his lips, then offered the drink to his younger partner who took it eagerly. "This is Glitter." He vaguely gestures towards the blonde teenager, then towards Remi who moved to sit at their side with a cigarette in hand. "And you've already met this guy," The blue haired man glanced down, his shades sliding down his nose just enough to see Deku through the smoke. "And I'm just here for a good time. Don't mind me."

"Do you drink?" Glitter asked, obviously intrigued and interested in their new guest, "Or do you like smoking? I also have crystals..." As he said this, he untucked his long legs from under him and slid them over the couch. He slid a hand into his pink tight yoga shorts and pulled out a small bag with shiny powder within. "But it's okay if you're not into it! I like other things too— do you dance??"

Deku looked completely out of place. His face had yet to return to its natural hue as his big green eyes scoped out those addressing him. Though the blue haired man tried to smooth over things to make him more comfortable, he couldn't take either of them serious with their compromised actions towards each other. There was clear age inappropriateness here. "Uh! No no, that's okay. I'm good." Deku waved his hands politely to decline Glitter’s offers but paused when he mentioned dancing, something he recently began enjoying as a hobby since learning at his school's festival. "Um... well... I do." But he didn’t realize he had just set himself up. No one was dancing the way he was thinking of dancing.

"Great!!" Glitter didn't let Deku breathe before he was on his feet, clasping Deku's hands in his and dragging him into an empty area where he eagerly draped his arms over Deku's shoulders. Their bodies were only apart by Deku's clothing as he had absolutely nothing but a blue tank top and short skintight yoga pants. He moved them both to the heavy electric beat, hips swaying and leg shifting just between Deku's to avoid knocking their knees together.

"Soo... Who are you? How do you know Kuro and Remi?" He asked curiously, eyes staring into Deku's. There was absolutely no sense of personal space for the blonde and Deku was struggling to breathe. He had followed mechanically, which he instantly regretted at the onset of an anxiety attack during Glitter’s attempt to dance with him. He’s never danced intimately with someone before, let alone in front of a crowd with a stranger he just met! He knew he just needed to leave but he somehow felt trapped.

Deku tried to move but his muscles were stiff. “Ah… well..” His brain felt like it was malfunctioning. He was trying to focus on Glitter’s questions while fighting off previously said anxiety attack. “I actually just met them today.” He offered a timid smile, not at all meeting Glitter’s eyes the entire time they were close. He didn’t know where to put his hands!

Kuro had just gathered two drinks, one which he eagerly began to drink before it spilled over the cup. As soon as he started to walk back, he spotted Glitter and Deku dancing, and while he felt an itch of worry, he allowed the two to continue. He'd step in if it got too far, he assured himself. Kuro flopped onto the couch and placed Midoriya's drink on the low table next to the empty cups starting to accumulate there. "Did ya miss me much?" Kuro smiled at Remi, "Sorry I'm late, we got caught up. Fans and all—“

Glitter leaned in closer as Midoriya's facial muscles tensed, looking everywhere but at him. The way Deku’s chest expanded as he breathed, Glitter could immediately tell what was happening. "Hey.." He said softly, smiling reassuringly, "I scared you, didn't I? Ri- Miami says I can be a handful. Sorry." He leaned in closer, but mostly to hug the teen, "We're just having fun, so try to relax a little?" As he spoke, a faint shimmer emitted from his skin, much like Midnight's ability, except it wasn't a sedative, "I don't like when people ask for it, but you remind me of my kind." The shimmery cloud easily stretched through the room, and those who knew of the sweet smell, immediately took a deep breath in. The effects were instant. Rather than a high or some form of inhibitor, it tapped into the brain like a foggy haze that took away any edge or negative feeling. It enhanced the pleasure side of hormones and intensified a state of relaxation.

Deku closed his eyes as the boy had leaned into him and while his comforting gesture still didn’t do anything to ease his nerves, something else did. He didn’t realize what was happening but all of a sudden he started to feel different. His green eyes opened, lids still half closed and his pupils swelled. His hands finally found confidence to grab onto the body against him, anchoring themselves onto his hips as his racing heart finally started to pound to a much slower beat.

"What... what's happening..." Deku had already been breathing deep and fast due to his anxiety so he felt completely overwhelmed by Glitter's quirk but in the most calming and pleasurable way possible. His cheeks were flushed still as he felt like the warm body next to him was just so cozy; his hands even began to wander on their own accord. Glitter felt amazing to his touch somehow. The way he moved against him encouraged Deku to move back but more like an affectionate feline than an actual dance.

When the waft of the sweetness met Kuro's nose, he felt the effects, but immediately glanced over at the two boys. "Shit- Ahh... feels great.. Okay, better start to wrap this up." He ran a hand through his hair, feeling his pupils dilate at Glitter's effects on him. "Alright, that's enough." Kuro eventually walked over to them and placed a hand over Deku's shoulders, "Let's take a seat. I'll be taking you back soon.” Glitter gave an exaggerated pout at the interruption but wouldn’t fight it.

Upon feeling someone else's touch however, Deku leaned into it almost immediately. Looking back, heavy lidded eyes, he smiled up at Kuro, slowly processing what he was trying to say. Oh man, in this state, even looking at Kuro felt like pleasure. He abandoned Glitter, clinging to Kuro's shirt and burying his face against his chest. "Nuh uh." He smelled so good too... 

Kuro expected Deku to fight the quirk, to feel edgy and moody, but instead, he found himself with an arm full of Deku nuzzling right into his chest, and fuck this wasn't good. Being close to Glitter's enhancer made the effects much stronger, and despite his own experiences and tolerance, Deku felt incredibly warm and so damn sweet against him that he couldn't help but give in. He wrapped his arms around him to pull him close. "W-we should really take you back." He said just as strongly as his body said otherwise. "Come on..." Long fingers curled under Deku's chin, gently tilting his head up to snap him out of whatever trance he was in, but the moment those dark eyes met his, his heart skipped a beat and blood rushed south. The dreamy look Deku gave him should be absolutely illegal. "H-hey, Deku. Really, we should..." He swallowed, but his fingers were already responding to the tingle of Deku's skin on his own. They caressed Deku's freckled cheeks as they found themselves into the unruly mess of soft green spikes.

Deku wasn't listening to Kuro. He couldn't even remember why he wanted to leave now in the first place when all he could think about was how good it felt to be here and next to Kuro. He shivered at his touch when he felt him directing his chin. He had no problem meeting gazes now but staring at Kuro almost hurt it felt so good. His legs squeezed together and his lips parted in a wanton pant. His hands caressed over Kuro’s chest where his face had just been and he reveled in his chiseled physique. “Kuro..."

Kuro swallowed hard as Deku started to feel him up, those fingers more curious than they should be at this point. "You gotta...stop. Snap out of this..." The words were definitely coming out, but his body reacted to everything. "Deku..." Kuro’s own hand began to wander down to the dip of the boy’s small back, just above his butt where he could feel the hoody rise just enough to feel the soft and taut skin underneath, and any little bit of restraint he had ended there as he found himself leaning in to claim his waiting lips.

Deku didn't have a chance. 

The young hero's eyes fell shut the second he felt Kuro's lips on his and he whimpered at the painfully wonderful surge that sparked within him. He kissed back, tender and sweet as his hands pawed at him, tugging at him, unsure of how to withstand the pleasure he was feeling. Deku wanted more but he also felt too overwhelmed by it and was trying to relieve it. The pressure just kept feeling like it was building rather than relenting the longer the two kissed.

Unlike Deku, Kuro kept his eyes open to watch how those brows furrowed, how his cheeks continued to glow red and how his eyes fluttered as his fingers explored up the expanse of Deku’s back. It was surprising to feel all the scars his fingers caught, which did nothing more than enhance the delicious pleasurable feeling he felt. Kuro groaned into the kiss as he parted his lips and tasted Deku's softer ones, and fuck Deku seemed to respond immediately to him.

The greenette could feel Kuro’s hands dip lower and lower, and as soon as he felt his fingers reach right into the waist band of his pants, Kuro managed to yank his hand back up to pull his hips closer instead, opting on pressing their groins flush. Relieved with his own resolves, Kuro allowed himself to squeeze a leg between the teen's to feel how hard the other was. "This isn't good... Sorry, Deku..” The words were lost in the background noise as Deku couldn’t hear anything, rather he felt himself drowning in the sensation of lips now devouring his own.

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"Behind me, idiot." Bakugo snapped, a habit he was still struggling to teach Todoroki as he peeked around a corner, taking note of the goonish guard blocking their entry to the party Deku was no doubt at. He watched carefully as people were going in and out. Now normally this wasn't his style. He would have marched up to the uptight asshole and demanded to be let in. If they let fucking Deku in, he should be welcomed with open fucking arms but learning from their experiences earlier while trying to get into VIP sections at the con, he decided he'd try a different tactic. He noticed that people had to be on a guest list to get in but were able to come and go as they pleased once they decided to leave the party - as long as they had a white wrist band. He snorted to himself, it was too easy. And fuck, he was annoyed that his mind was calculating this almost like Deku's. Hiding back around the wall to address Todoroki, he lifted his arm to show the wrist band they were given for the convention. Only guests were given actual badges. "Flip it." He insisted, twisting the wristband so it was inside out, making it appear like it was one given out from the party. He smirked again. "We're going in."

Todoroki had followed along with his actions thus far, the half n half bastard had to want Midoriya back as much as him, but Todoroki also didn't want to be so overly protective of him. If he was having fun, what did it matter? That was Shoto’s thoughts on the matter. Midoriya had all the right to be his own person. Yet here he was with Bakugo, sneaking about the hotel to snatch the boy back into their arms. Along the way, he purposefully kept at Bakugo's side because fuck him and his God complex as he stood next to him. It didn't take long though before they got information about the VIP party’s location which led them here in the first place.

Todoroki noticed an ashy blonde haired man sporting a particularly unsettling mask and large tucked wings walk right in front of them, and his muscles froze as he watched. Why did that man look so… familiar? He wore all black made of silk and didn’t seem to pay them any mind. Once the man was out of sight, Todoroki leaned over Bakugo's shoulder to stare towards his departure. His entire body went rigid and his nerves immediately flared up. 

"Shoto! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Todoroki, as young as he could remember, was frozen at the door. Small hands were sweating, hair disheveled and sticking over his scarred and flushed cheeks. All he wanted was to tell him he was done. Yet...

"W-what are you..." His small voice cracked as the naked male over Endeavor's body turned around to face the young boy, but all Todoroki could do was widen his eyes as the blonde’s face was exposed to him, a black elegant mask covering his features, making him completely unrecognizable, but completely unforgettable. He wasn't the only one wearing the mask either... in his state of shock, Shoto barely noticed the rest of the guests wearing the masks within the room.

"Wait." A hand pressed firmly over Bakugo's shoulder before the blonde moved in, and he truly meant to look assertive and confident, but his face betrayed him. He was pale, eyes wide and horrified, "Bakugo. You need to understand what you're about to see. These... My father has been to many of these parties before. They're not.." he frowned, "They'll change your perspective once you see what's inside.”

"Fuck you." Bakugo instinctively responded when Todoroki tried to stop him but he did a double take and was put off by the look on Todoroki's face. He figured he'd be a bitch about all of this but there was something else going on that was much more serious which made Bakugo take him more seriously as well. He arched a brow at half n half's explanation but he didn't fully understand. Whatever it was to be worried about, Bakugo finally felt an uneasiness about the fact that Deku was in there, but he also felt a morbid curiosity to know. He didn't like that Todoroki seemed to know something that he didn't. "And that doesn't freak you out that fucking Deku is in there?" What did Todoroki want to do then? Just abandon him? If he didn't think they could handle it, then Deku was definitely having a hard time.

Heterochromic eyes darkened, "More than anything." Todoroki assured that he wasn't discouraging their plans, "But we won't get in so easily." His eyes darted back to the guard who stood stiffly at the door, "The wrist bands won't be enough. What's in there could ruin any pro-hero's reputation, which means that guy isn't just looking at those, he's somehow recognizing everyone that's going in and out. It could be his quirk... We'll have to distract him..." Todoroki glanced around them. They needed something, anything…

Bakugo felt like he was wasting his time, feeling far too impatient but decided to give his way a shot.

Todoroki spotted two convention goers, obviously nothing more than admirers watching pros walk about. It was devious, but... "I know what to do. Just follow my lead.”

“Whatever.” Bakugo hated following. Fuck him. But he did it in hopes to save them more time.

Todoroki relied on the hot headed blonde to have at least gained some trust with him given their common interest, which always seemed to align when Midoriya was involved. They could put all their differences aside if it was for him. Midoriya had become such an integrated part of his life ever since the Sports Festival, he could never fully get the boy off his mind, and after the incident with the Hero Killer Stain… they became particularly close. 

"If you're going to mumble all night, maybe do it when no one's around.”

"Uh--!" Deku startled.

Todoroki was sitting up with his back pressed against the bars of his hospital bed’s frame. Much like Midoriya, he hasn't been able to rest since they encountered the Hero Killer. It left many questions and doubts in his mind. His eyes glanced up at Midoriya from his left hand. " Can't sleep?" Shoto asked softly, just above a whisper. While it may have been early morning and mostly everyone was asleep, he was aware of the other unconscious presence across the room -- Iida -- and didn't want to disturb him.

Deku looked incredibly sheepish and embarrassed at possibly waking him. Those big green eyes looked at him while his hands went up in an apologetic gesture. "I'm sorry." The green haired boy hadn’t realized he had been talking out loud in the first place but was quick to apologize. “Yeah I…” Deku seemed to calm as he stared at Todoroki, his shoulders slumping. "I can't sleep. Did I wake you?" He frowned, obviously hoping he hadn’t. His voice was low too so not to wake up Iida. "I guess I just... have a lot on my mind…"

Unlike Todoroki, Midoriya was very expressive. The teen always carried his heart on his sleeve, and never felt intimidated to tell anyone what he was thinking or feeling. In fact, Midoriya read right past him unlike anyone ever has before— before Todoroki could figure himself out. Yet he couldn't find a single opening to Midoriya's mind. And most recently, while he had some suspicions about it, he was sure All Might and Midoriya had something to hide.

The intense stare softened as Midoriya confessed his vulnerability and Todoroki just didn't feel right to keep walls around him. Not after what they've been through. "Yeah... Mine too." He admitted, "I've been awake since 12"

When the room settled into silence, Todoroki spoke up again, this time with a confident look, "I know you're hiding something. And don't try to deny it, I can sense the tension."

While Deku was feeling a little better knowing that he wasn't the direct result of why Todoroki couldn't sleep, he looked surprised to be called out for hiding something. He had the worst poker face. An awkward nervousness once again reached his green eyes in an attempt to be reassuring. "Wh-What do you mean? I'm not-- there's not-- I mean--" The last time Deku opened his heart about his secret to someone it didn't go over so well. As much as he'd like to share more with Todoroki, he knew it was in everyone's best interests if he carried certain burdens alone.

"I just... wish I could have done more is all." Deku said a bit more calmly. "I... don't like to think about what would have happened if you hadn't been there, Todoroki... thank you." He knew he had expressed gratitude already but it wasn't enough. He saved all their lives!

Todoroki took him in a moment and as he expected, Midoriya immediately looked guilty and nervous despite his gratitude. He could see how Midoriya's hands nervously twitched and clenched; however, something struck Todoroki and he couldn't help but feel empathetic. He was certain it wasn't a good thing, whatever his secret was. Something told him that the mini-All Might kept it hidden for a good reason. Too bad, Todoroki had no intentions to back down. "So, it's going to be like that then. Everyone in our class may be stupid enough to not see it, but not me." Todoroki was the first to stand, "I can tell something is off. Ever since you butt into my life, I haven't taken my eyes off of you, Midoriya." The floor was cold, but he wasn't a stranger to the feeling— he welcomed it. He calmly walked around his bed until he stood right at Midoriya's bed, his red and blue eyes staring down at him, cutting right through his soul. He wanted him to know he knew it was bullshit.

"I know what's going on." Todoroki confessed, eyes never leaving dark green ones. "With you," he leaned down, using his good hand to support himself against the bed frame as he leaned in closer to the other. 

“Um…” Deku tried to keep eye contact but found himself looking shyly away, definitely looking more and more guilty of something. He knew his face was turning red too, and he hoped Todoroki couldn’t see from the poor lighting— but his blushing face was more on account of their closeness than his concern over his secret about OFA. However, he supposed if Todoroki had been studying him hard enough, he must have finally figured out…

"And Bakugo."

"Wh-what?" Deku swallowed hard, caught off guard. Like he wasn’t anticipating that conclusion at all. "Y-You do…?"

There was something about watching Midoriya squirm nervously under his gaze for Shoto that he couldn’t begin to look away. The way Deku’s fingers fidgeted, how his body tried to press away from him. Deku couldn't even hold a stare without flushing. It was hard to believe this was the same guy he fought the Hero Killer with, and won with. "No. But now I do." He mirrored Midoriya's smile, making the boy gasp in surprise. The sly undertone added to the clever reflection behind his eyes, making Deku squeeze his legs together subtly. ”I didn't expect it, but I'm glad I found out now. It wouldn't have worked after all.” Todoroki leaned back. ”It's fine if you don't tell me about All Might. But with you and Bakugo..." Todoroki stood up, creating some space. He wouldn't cross boundaries; he's learned recently he respected Midoriya too much to break his trust. He sat down on his own bed, "Sorry. That was out of place of me.”

"Todoroki..." Deku didn’t seem to take long before he realized what Todoroki was thinking. He didn't know what he had with Bakugo anymore but it was nice experiencing a yearning like this for someone else who wasn't always trying to hurt him. "No--" Deku said a little too quickly. "You don't, I mean— you don't have to apologize for anything..." He seemed touched by Todoroki's respectful gesture and smiled warmly. He wasn't sure what to say but sitting in silence felt right for a moment. It felt comforting to know Todoroki was there for him. "Things are complicated." 

If Todoroki felt any form of rejection, it instantly vanished. Instead, he felt a little hopeful, even if Midoriya wasn't ready yet. He would just have to be patient.

The silence fell again and Todoroki accepted it. He was able to admire the teen's softer side and the bruises and bandages, and all. Caught up in thought, Todoroki hardly realized he'd been staring with intent. "I understand. I can wait." It was arrogant to think he had a chance with Midoriya, but he didn't care. He knew what he wanted and he would get it. 

"Why Bakugo? He's very...abusive." His red and blue eyes finally broke the intense stare as the image of Midoriya being tossed around by Bakugo reminded him too much of what he's witnessed in his family.

Deku seemed to freeze a second from his bluntness. "Hrm." Once again, Todoroki was unexpectedly very truthful. "Heh, well..." The green haired boy was suddenly feeling foolish even trying to defend the situation. "We have a history. Things used to be different, he wasn't as..." He drifted off though filling in the blank wouldn't be hard. "Now... it seems like I'm fighting a lost cause huh?" He wasn't one to sound so pessimistic or insulting but where was Bakugo in his time of need? Realizing though he said that out loud made him look a little ashamed.

It was deeper than just attraction, that much Todoroki could tell. The way Midoriya spoke about him, and the way his eyes looked wounded, he knew this was a lot more delicate than meets the eyes, and he was no one to intervene in that. If anything, Todoroki could only offer a different side to things. He was everything Bakugo wasn't, and vise versa, and he felt Midoriya deserved to be treated right, to be with someone who could appreciate him and his creepy All Might obsession. "I won't get involved with… whatever it is you have with him. Not yet at least. You two have things to work out still, but I can tell something's happened. I just want you to know I'm here."

Todoroki had stood up mid talk and made his way back to Midoriya's bed, hand reaching for the bed frame for support. He looked into Midoriya's eyes, searching for any sign of fear or rejection. When he found none, he closed the gap and pressed his lips against his tenderly. 

That had been their first kiss and the start of something that had no end in sight. At one point he really thought he was a shoe in for Midoriya’s affections, for _all_ of his affections, but they were divided. Ever since he went under house arrest with Bakugo, their dynamic shifted and obviously in the hot headed blonde’s favor. Because here they were. Both dating and currently trying to retrieve the same boy

"Hey." Todoroki approached the two strangers, "Are you looking to go in? You could have our wrist bands. My friend and I decided to leave early," He gestures to Bakugo and easily slipped his band off, holding it out to them. The moment the con-goer's eyes lit up in awe, Todoroki knew he had them.

As Bakugo watched, he was confused, not understanding at all what Todoroki was doing. In fact, he felt like he was fucking it all up by giving away their wrist bands but something in him told him to stay patient. He glared nonetheless at him as if to say: if this doesn't work he was going to kick his ass. He forced off his wrist band to begrudgingly hand it over to the con goer. 

"Are you sure?" One of the guys said, taking Todoroki's wristband. "Is it really okay? We can maybe give you some money for it..."

"It's fine." Todoroki said, and as he glanced over at Bakugo, he couldn't help but feel irate at the look Bakugo was giving him. Just fucking do it, was the look he returned back.

"No way! Are you really sure about this?" The girl squealed as she took Bakugo's band, a spark of excitement glinting in her eyes, "Thank you--! Uh, uhm, not sure what your names are, but thanks!”

Bakugo's patience, what little was there, was waning. Their damn thank yous were taking too long, everything felt like it was taking too long now, but he managed to somehow restrain himself by not shouting out at them. He looked back at Todoroki as the couple finally started to wander towards the door and waited for his cue, unsure of what was next.

Todoroki watched closely, waiting until the line moved so that the couple was about to be face to face with the bouncer. "Come on.” He quickly rushed over, though he thought he heard a faint don’t tell me what to do from behind him. They remained just out of sight from the guard, only to move in as close as possible when the con goers began conversing with the large man.

"Hey." Riki hovered over the two, "Who are you?" He growled, "I don't recognize you."

"W-we're just here for the party. See?" The girl lifted her arm, exposing the wrist band, to which Riki turned to her then and snatched her wrist. Some of the people in line seemed to suddenly go quiet at the scene, while others mocked and joked about the 'sneaky bastards'.

"Get lost!" Riki growled, and the boy seemed to be intimidated, but upset, "They're legit though! Everyone here has one!”

As they argued, Todoroki took Bakugo's wrist and immediately rushed behind the guard and through the door stealthily while everyone was too distracted with the others. It was a success. The vibrating bass immediately met their bodies, and the cloudy darkness mixed in with the heavy moaning bodies now before them immediately obstructed their view. 

As soon as they stepped in though, Todoroki felt something wash over him. He hardly had a chance to react to the scene because of it. It smelled incredibly sweet, and every nerve in his body that was tense was now incredibly relaxed and on fire. He stood there for a moment, trying to gather his footing until a very naked and sweaty body knocked into him, causing him to fall back into Bakugo and be pinned against the wall. "W-what..." Todoroki winced, glancing back at him, taken aback. Something felt deliciously amazing when he realized Bakugo was right behind him, pinned and helpless, and what would have been a very disgusting stranger’s body, was starting to feel like a strange sandwich fantasy. "T-this isn't good. Bakugo, we have to get Midoriya, and…" devour him, take him right then and there.

"Oh fuck." Bakugo's eyes whited out as his lips stretched into a thin line, struggling to deliver a proper poker face while he inwardly tried to identify what he too was feeling. At the same time, he was pushing at Todoroki, trying to get back his space. The sweet smells in the air... it didn't take a genius to figure out something was being pumped around the room. Was it somebody's quirk? What the hell was this? Bakugo started to feel oddly relaxed in a way that ignited pleasure within him despite the bodily contact with the half n' half bastard. It also made him feel sexually aggressive.

His hands grabbed Shoto by his hips as he pushed out, resisting the urge to grind himself instead. His fingers dug into his body as Todoroki tried to push back into the body in front of him until finally, the stranger stumbled away, freeing them.

What did Deku get himself into? 

That fucking nerd, no one better be laying a hand on him. Bakugo thought bitterly. Though imagining his own hands on him was just perfect, particularly around his throat, his body wriggling beneath his, bucking and thrusting--

"Agh!" Bakugo’s own twisted thoughts were too much even for him. It's like his dark fantasies were intensifying to an uncomfortable degree and he only had minor relief when Todoroki's body wasn't crushing his against the wall anymore. “Where is that.. shitty nerd…” His hands balled into tight fists at his sides, determined to fight this as he squinted his eyes to try to see through the crowd. He couldn’t believe this was what some of the most well respected heroes were doing with their time. He wasn’t sure what to think of it. A part of him was intrigued and then disgusted at some of the displays he was seeing. Like, seriously —but at the same time his body was yearning for attention.

He needed…

"Midoriya..." Todoroki murmured under his breath, his eyes darkening as his own sexual tension began to build. "Let's go." He grabbed Bukugo's shirt and yanked him through the writhing bodies, all far too high, too drunk, and too horny as they bumped back and pushed the two boys out of their course. It was hard to see over them and there wasn't much in the way of decor either. Todoroki saw a bar and everything else felt like a wild dance floor. "It's no good—" Todoroki panted, "I can't find him," He glanced back at the blonde, "We need to step back and... nghh, look for—"

Suddenly, as if his vision got clearer, he spotted a flash of messy green hair. “Bakugo!" His hand tightened on his shirt, "There-- augh!" Before he could point Deku out, a hand reached over his neck, yanking him away from Bakugo, his grip on the blonde's shirt slipping away as his face fell into a set of rather large breasts, hardly leaving anything to the imagination from the skin tight red latex she wore, exposing lots of cleavage.

Bakugo didn’t even get to see where Todoroki was trying to show him before said busty woman had pulled Shoto into her, causing them both to flush, Todoroki particularly so.

Katsuki stared, processing the situation.

A funny thought entered his head that he must have been living Mineta’s dream right now until his fate became similar to Todoroki’s. For Bakugo, this was a nightmare. He could feel a hand slithering up the back of his thigh and grabbing a hand full of ass, causing him to instantly growl and feel on edge from the unsolicited touch. This other lady was wearing a purple corset and giggling, causing Katsuki to stumble right into another cougar who keened at the youth before her with sinful eyes. He snarled in protest but before he knew it, multiple hands landed over him, groping and feeling his body from the waist down.

“I said fuck off! Sparks ignited from his fingers, the burns certain to be enough to surprise the girls as he struggled not to succumb to the sheer amount of lust he was feeling all around him. But suddenly he realized he completely lost sight of Todoroki. Where the fuck did he go?

Todoroki had no choice but to use his quirk, using just enough heat to get the woman to yank away with a startled cry, her skin feeling uncomfortably singed. She pouted and retreated. ”Sorry, Bakugo... I'll get him back to us…!" Todoroki grunted under his breath. He wasn’t even looking back anymore to see Bakugo’s fate. He was too concerned about losing Midoriya again. He squeezed through the crowd, tugging and pushing and hoping that he was going the right way as he had gotten disoriented from his encounter. It was getting increasingly difficult to fight his foggy mind too, to determine left from right, until finally....

Todoroki felt his heart skip at the sight. It was a blessing Bakugo didn't catch them first. This would have gone much worse... 

There, before him was Deku's small body with Kuro over him, touching him, shoving his tongue down his throat. There was a burning rage that threatened to fight through Glitter, but the quirk was far stronger than he could manage. The angrier he was, the more clouded his brain got, leaving him in a daze of confused arousal. The way watching the two made him feel was making him feel shamefully on fire, and his pants did nothing to hide his growing bulge as he watched Midoriya so damn weak, wanton and needy against Kuro. He knew within him he wanted nothing more than to tear the guy apart, to let him know who Midoriya belonged to, but his body responded completely differently.

“Midoriya…” Shoto's voice was right next to Deku's ear, low and rough and desperate as he pressed up against him from behind, sandwiching him between him and Kuro. His hands immediately grasped his hips if only to stabilize himself at the incredible relief of Deku's bottom pressed firmly against his painfully hard erection. His eyes fluttered closed at the pressure, the familiar curves of his body only made him want to devour the boy right then and there.

Kuro jolted, startled by Todoroki’s appearance, and the moment he saw what he could only recognize as Shoto from the Sports Festival, Endeavor's kid, he fell like his trance was broken. This allowed him to stumble back, giving them space, relief spreading to his conscience that he had stopped before going any further.

Despite how enticing Kuro had seemed to Deku, at the sound of Todoroki’s voice, it was like a siren’s song that stole his attention immediately the second he realized it was him whose hands were all over him now.

Deku’s eyes were pleading and desperate as he looked over his shoulder towards Shoto. He felt like a safety net had just engulfed him and he was instantly submitting against his body, not questioning how he was there but just appreciating that he was; and he was absolutely certain Todoroki could help relieve this agonizing pent up pressure between his legs. “Shoto…” You couldn’t hear him but it was easy to read those swollen red lips. Deku leaned back more into him, his member throbbing. He reached to grab Todoroki’s hand to encourage it around him, right over his crotch, desperate for him to fix it.

It was moments like these that Todoroki remembered Midoriya wasn't all that shy or subtle. Sometimes, when he really put his mind to something, Midoriya would just take what he wanted. This part of Midoriya is what made him fall head over heels for him.

It took everything in Todoroki not to shove him against the nearest wall and take him right then and there, with all eyes to see. His hand eagerly squeezed the shorter's twitching member and gave it a promising stroke over his costume. He desperately finds Deku’s lips, pressing his own against them, but that nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him of their situation. 

"We have to go, Midoriya..." Todoroki pants in between the kiss with eyes apologetically staring into needy, greedy ones, "I'll have you in our room, I'll absolutely devour you in bed, but not here."

There was a pause as a second thought occured to him, "...We have to get your musclehead."

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Deku seemed hopelessly lost in the influence of Glitter's quirk until Todoroki said musclehead. This caused the greenette to flinch as if something inside of him was put on alarm but also great interest.

"Hey Graffiti Wall!”

As if on cue, Deku heard that rough, gravelly voice over the crowd calling out. Kacchan looked totally disheveled. His shirt was torn open, his chest was heaving; his spiky hair was a mess and the look in his eye was absolutely wild.

"You piece of shit I'm going to kill you." Bakugo found Kuro who looked rather uncomfortable being held under those piercing red eyes. Even for a high school kid, Bakugo was intimidating. The man had wandered not too far from where Deku actually was and the blonde saw him first. He approached Kuro with his fingers flexing open, small explosive pops dancing around over his palms— but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Deku in the background with Todoroki. 

"You better get him before we get found out." Todoroki loosened his grip on Midoriya to turn him Bakugo's way, "I don't think he'll appreciate if I tried consoling him, so hurry up, get your two-year-old of a boyfriend and let's leave."

"Deku..." Bakugo swallowed, his legs starting to move on their own towards the other. Finally. Finally. "I'm not fucking done with you, Kuro. You better watch your fucking back. I'm not afraid of a little knife.” He gave Kuro a vicious glare as he walked past him. 

“And you…” The hot headed blonde stared into those trembling green eyes. “You’re fucking dead!" He approached at a threatening pace, "Are you fucking stupid, following a stranger into an orgy?!” He could tell the boy was flushed; who knows what went on by the time they reached him. His lips were wet and swollen, that innocent gaze corrupted with shameless lust. He bet he could have the boy right there in front of everyone and he’d just beg for more.

In reality, Bakugo was giving Deku some very mixed feelings right now. It was helping him to fight Glitter's quirk though seeing him with his shirt open and those muscles pulsing… Deku bit his lip when his eyes started to wander down Bakugo's body, almost forgetting he was in trouble. When his eyes wandered back up though, that face Kacchan was giving him was hot but sobering. Even in this blissful state of arousal he was able to recognize the threat coming towards him and he immediately put Todoroki between them, hiding behind him like a shield.

"I didn't know!" He whined and slumped down to his bottom, wrapping his arms around Todoroki's leg from behind for protection... but then his leg felt so good against him he started snuggling his cheek into his thigh. 

"Are you fucking with me, Deku?!" Bakugo snarled, his patience wearing thin the moment Midoriya tried to hide from him, let alone set himself down like a needy dog. ”This is how you're going to act after I spent the whole fucking day looking for you?!"  At this point, he was starting to catch the attention of some nearby eyes, and as much as he wanted to blow a hole through Kuro and kick Deku's ass around a while, he couldn't do it now. He couldn't give a shit about his own reputation, couldn't even bring himself to care for Todoroki's, but Deku's? It was cheesy. Stupid. But he also knew what kind of person Deku needed to be. And for anyone to see him like this… 

“Tch." Bakugo stopped in front of Todoroki and grabbed his collar. He yanked him towards the direction of the exit, forcing the two apart. "You." Bakugo breathed angrily as he redirected his sights back down to Deku and grabbed him too by the collar. He pulled him onto his feet like a rag doll and smashed their lips together without a moment’s hesitation.

Deku struggled to breathe it was so good. His taste, his intensity... He wanted him to steal every breath and kiss him the rest of the night. Unfortunately, it ended as abruptly as it started. His whole body was triggered, aching with desire. "I'm sorry Kacchan..." Somehow in the haze of his mind he knew he had done bad and he was going to feel awful in the morning. But right now all he could think about was how much he wanted Kacchan. He was weak in the knees and clinging to him now, wrapping his arms around his neck in utter desperation. And the moment Deku's arms were around his shoulders, naturally conforming into Bakugo’s beefier arms, Bakugo felt him lean his head against his chest.

Katsuki wrapped an arm around Deku's waist instinctively, his other arm scooping around his legs to hoist him up bridal style. "You idiot, you fucking idiot..." He walked towards Todoroki who waited impatiently. Both males exchanged looks and immediately Todoroki understood what he had to do.

Todoroki stood in front of them, using his powers to increase his temperature and force people out to make their way through, and shove others that refused to let them through. At any moment that he felt a hand start to reach for him, he would smack it away vehemently. All the while Deku seemed blissfully unaware. The greenette couldn’t tear his focus from Bakugo’s rugged scent and defined muscles occasionally flexing against him, and the way he seemed to carry him with such ease.

The doors burst open as Todoroki finally made it through. He took a deep breath of fresh air and quickly moved out of the way to let Bakugo through with Midoriya.

"It's still affecting me..." Bakugo murmured, his own body tense and heightened in arousal, most likely evident through his pants too. He glanced down at Deku as they walked to the elevator and waited.

"He was there the longest." Todoroki added after pushing the button for the elevator and then turned towards the two. He stepped over and placed a hand against Deku's forehead, "Do you feel any different, Midoriya?”

Deku groaned softly, his member driving him crazy. He's never been this horny in his entire life and he wasn't sure he'd ever want to be ever again. It was maddening, this intense pressure, like an itch you needed to scratch but couldn't quite reach that was somehow increasing in severity the longer time passed.

Even now that they were outside of the party, waiting for the elevator, Deku felt no different.

Deku's skin was hot to the touch. The hand on his forehead made him sigh with bliss; any attention was good attention right now. He reached up carefully, his hand clasping over Todoroki's to bring it down from his forehead to his mouth where he started sucking on one of his fingers.

The two other males froze for a moment.

Todoroki didn't pull his hand right away, not when he felt Midoriya's tongue press against his finger hotly as he suckled.

"Fuck." The sight was affecting Bakugo too. He watched intently, not wanting to miss a single second of how Midoriya gagged and suckled fervently as Todoroki slid his finger down further into his throat.

The second the elevator dinged open, Bakugo made sure to shove Todoroki in first by kicking his behind with his foot, causing Deku to immediately miss the pressure in his mouth as his hand slipped away. Bakugo stood tensely inside; if anyone even dared to come in along with them, he’d snap and glare at them until the doors closed with them alone.

Without incident, the door opened up to their room level. Todoroki made a bee-line to their shared bed once they made it to their room where he started to tear apart their luggage in search for lubricant. He found the bag, but as he impatiently pulled it, it ripped and condoms and the lubricant went off flying under the bed. “Shit--"

Bakugo was quick to slam the door behind them, locking it carefully with Midoriya still in his arms, whining in the most unnecessarily needy fashion. He felt the rush of excitement start to overtake him. He dropped Deku on the mattress with a soft bounce in favor to rip his own shirt off. "M'gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow." It was a promise, or more so, a threat. Deku should have never left their side, and he would pay for what they had to go through the entire day. His hand found Midoriya's ankle and yanked him in close to the edge of the bed where he desperately ripped his costume pants off of his figure and disposed of them unceremoniously behind him. Even in this haze, he could see a flash of concern in Deku’s eyes, as though he worried for the quality of his All Might outfit, but he couldn’t be bothered. He yanked down his briefs and Bakugo felt his mouth water at how Deku's erection bobbed upright, precum already slick and dripping. He admired the sinful sight for only a second before his hands acted on their own. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, kicking them off, and much like Midoriya, he was painfully hard and wet.

Behind them, shuffling of clothing could be heard too. The mattress dipped as Todoroki climbed onto the mattress and reached over to run his fingers through Deku's hair, wanting to see those hazy eyes on him, clearly beckoning them both. “Izuku..."

"Stop fucking flirting already!" Bakugo growled, taking Deku’s hips, and as he grinded against his groin, he felt a shiver wrack down his spine at the pleasure. Deku was reacting quite positively as well. Eyes rolling, lips parted in breathy moans. Whether or not it was the quirk still in effect, Bakugo couldn't help the rush of intense pleasure that left him blinded. "Deku..." He gasped, voice dark and gruff as his resistance crumbled, "I can’t... hold back.”

"You're not going to raw him." Todoroki warned. He had already settled by Midoriya's face, his own erection tall and poking at the other's cheek greedily. He bit his lip as he focused hard enough to take the lubricant and popped it open, holding it out for Bakugo who snatched the bottle and squirted an unnecessary amount over Midoriya's entrance, and as the cold liquid dripped over his little ass, he could see him twitch at the contact. 

“Please… ah—!” Deku needed them to make the pressure stop, he didn’t care what they did to do it. He felt so sensitive to everything that came into contact with him.

"Izuku," Shoto's voice was pressing now, the fingers that had been caressing his hair gripped tightly and forced Midoriya to look over so he could rub the length of his erection over his cheek. "I, too… can't hold back. Tap my thigh if it's too m—” Before he could even finish, Deku’s lips sealed around the head of his member, the moist heat engulfing him intensely as Deku moved his head in more to feel Todoroki's cock slide along his tongue. 

"Ngh-!" Shoto's hips involuntarily bucked. The sensation of the heat of Deku's tongue sent a burst of heightened pleasure up his spine, leaving him in a state of absolute primal instincts. "S-sorry," was all he could manage as the hand in Midoriya's hair pulled again, and again, and before he knew it, he lost all sense of control when his hips started to move in time. "Ah- Midoriya..!" Todoroki hissed when the head of his cock caught at the back of Midoriya's throat and quickly pulled him back and off his erection to check in on him, but just looking at him only made him thrust right back down his throat with another apologetic murmur. Midroiya was absolutely wrecked. Tears were streaming down his flushed cheeks, saliva mixed with precum was starting to spill down his chin, and he could barely catch his breath, but damn if that wasn't hot as well.

Much to Todoroki’s surprise, Bakugo seemed to be equally affected by the sight. Just thinking about anyone--

Kuro

--having Midoriya in such a humiliating and downright filthy situation would have made the blonde’s skin crawl. It even made his hands involuntarily smoked at the imagery against Deku’s skin, causing the greenette's hips to jerk. Yet here, Bakugo couldn't help but watch hungrily, completely captivated by how deliciously ruined Deku looked.

“Oi oi..." Bakugo grinned deviously as his fingers reached down to run two fingers over Deku’s entrance, applying enough pressure to let them get just past the ring, then roughly swiped up his taint to squeeze his balls, "I don't think I'll fuck you so quickly. That's what you want, don't you?" His other hand grabbed hold of his overly swollen flesh and pressed it against Deku's to wrap his fingers around them to give them a lazy, firm, and slow stroke, "You want my cock inside of ya so bad.. just look at how fucking wrecked you are." His slick fingers slid back down his taint, applying just enough pressure to flick his ass again teasingly. "I wanna hear you beg for it, Deku.”

Deku's eyes were really watering now, streaking down his cheeks at the thought that Bakugo was going to force him to endure the pressure even longer than necessary. "Kacchan please!" He was quick to beg. He didn't have to draw that out of him. He just needed to escape Todoroki's dick long enough to get it out! 

"Hmm.. Not enough." Bakugo said nonchalantly. He watched with interest as his fingers flicked over Deku's entrance again before sliding two fingers in smoothly into his heat, curving them just so to press exactly on his sweet spot mercilessly, causing the greenette to keen in pleasure. Fuck he'd be lying if he wasn't dying to fuck the boy into the mattress right then and there, but...

Where's the fun in that?

“Heh..." Bakugo released Deku's erection in favor of wrapping his fingers around the base of Midoriya's cock, a reminder that he knew perfectly how to touch his body, how to bring the boy to the brink of orgasm only to take away any chance of finding that sweet, sweet release. He'd delay his pleasure until he got what he wanted out of Deku. "You're slacking." Bakugo kept his firm grip on his cock while his other hand continued to thrust and twist against his walls. "Are ya gonna leave Icy Hot hanging like that?"

Todoroki had barely caught his breath, his balls heavy and taut against Midoriya's hand that had risen to serve him in place of his mouth, and his heated flesh pressed lewdly against Midoriya's cheek, wanting back in. He could hear them dirty talking, could hear the cruel way Bakugo spoke to their partner, and yet Midoriya whined and throbbed for the attention, lowered himself to nothing to give Bakugo everything, and he was so torn. 

His own body responded viciously at Midoriya's reaction, the way he would look so incredibly powerless, willingly submitting his every fiber to Bakugo. Todoroki felt ashamed at how aroused he felt. "Izuku..." He reached down to touch his cheek, wanting to give him something, anything to ground on. If Bakugo was going to tear him down, then he'd be sure to be his only escape.

Deku never felt so desperate. He was seriously being pushed to his limits here and his mind was reeling, unable to think of anything to help himself relieve this awful pressure that Kacchan was cruelly dragging out. "No please!! -- haa— Ka—“ He was breathing so hard, struggling to even get out his pleas as his body writhed against the sheets, trying his best to entice Bakugo to ravish him right then and there. Like if he acted wounded enough, those predatory instincts of Kacchan’s would finally kick in. With Todoroki's throbbing member rubbing against his cheek and tears, he'd get to feel his heavy breath as well with every cry and whimper for attention for Bakugo. Having the two overwhelm him like this was too hard to put into words how he felt.

Deku tried to twist around, maybe if he could present his ass in a more appealing manner, Bakugo would give into him. ”Anything..." He whimpered as if he was offering his soul to him since he's willingly gave him everything else. He needed him and he needed Todoroki who he looked up at next. "I'll do anything..."

"Anything?" Bakugo sounded intrigued, and as encouragement, he eased the grip he had on Deku’s erection, but never removed his fingers from his ass even as Midoriya shifted to turn around. If anything, he pressed down harder and chuckled at the way the other's body twitched at the intrusion. "Let me see you choke on his dick, Deku. Show Icy Hot just how much you enjoy begging for me, little hero.”

Little hero. Deku’s body trembled like he just caught a chill.

"You're pushing him." Todoroki finally spoke, eyes hard on Bakugo's wilder ones. He scowled at the grin he received from the blonde.

"And?" As if to make a point, Bakugo slid his fingers out, the excess lube grotesquely spilling out of his entrance as he did so. Red eyes never left Todoroki's as he sadistically took Midoriya's hair with one hand, and eased himself into the teen. He'd meant only to push past the head, to let the muscles swallow him, but with his very neglected cock, and Glitter's strong effect blinding his logical side, he ended up giving right in to the piercing pleasure and slamming his hips all the way to the hilt. Bakugo gritted his teeth, suddenly feeling very much powerless to the overwhelming sensation of Deku's body, his heat, his scent.

Yes! Deku’s mind screamed, that powerful heat and fullness was everything the greenette's body was screaming for.

"Fuuuck.." Bakugo growled, deep and feral as he started to move impatiently, hips involuntarily stuttering every time his skin slapped against his over and over, his pace picking up desperately.  "Suck him already, you useless bastard."  Bakugo hissed, fingers clutching Midoriya's hair to shove him back down onto Todoroki's dick.

Shoto snapped, grabbing a hold of Bakugo's wrist, ice prickling at his skin. It was instinctive. He had little experience with their relationship, had rarely seen them in action, and he couldn't be too sure when Bakugo was pushing too much, taking so much of Midorya... Yet... He gritted his teeth as his erection throbbed inside Midoriya's mouth, precum spilling uncontrollably as he got closer and closer to the edge. A shaky hand cupped Midoriya's chin, thumb tracing his jaw. Tell me. he begged with his touch, Tell me and I'll stop him. 

Deku didn’t move his head. He stayed put, the message heard loud and clear. His eyes were completely glazed over at this point, even as Todorki tried to console him and trace his jaw. Bakugo had driven him hard into subspace and as far as Deku was concerned he was theirs now in every sense of the word. Todoroki could see the exact moment that Midoriya's entire demeanor changed. Could feel his will leave completely and submitted himself entirely to them. There was something so... enticing about it, and it left him feeling very conflicted feelings. He wasn't sure of the unfamiliar predatory impulse that rose, the curiosity to see how far Midoriya was willing to be shoved and pushed into a corner, to be completely stripped of his rights and left for nothing but their pleasure and only their pleasure.

Todoroki had hoped that Midoriya would have told him this wasn't right, that he'd been pushed too much and needed help. He waited for the tap that never came, and was left to his own filthy desires to see more. "Shit-!" Shoto gasped as he felt Midoriya's throat contract and gag around his girth, the heat spasming unlike any other as he felt himself go incredibly deep into Midoriya's throat. "M-midoriya-" He panted as he let his fingers trace down Deku's chin and over his throat. His fingers immediately felt his swollen throat and he swallowed hard when he felt his girth's intrusion there before moving his hand away. "I'm gonna--!" He warned, hips starting to stutter and thrust more. Even in his lost state of the pleasure quirk and his own headspace, he still managed to watch through hazy eyes as Deku followed through and through.

A satisfied yet exhausted smirk spread over Bakugo’s lips as he eagerly leaned over Deku's body to wrap his hand over Midoriya's throat. There was no point in squeezing. Deku only needed to feel his presence. "Good boy, Chosen one." He whispered in his ear, and as he did so, he snuck a hand around and found Deku's neglected member to give it a few hard strokes. He eased the strokes to the pace of his erratic and desperate thrusts. 

"Deku..!" Bakugo had absolutely torn the boy apart at this point, little by little until he was nothing more than a sobbing mess. He didn't make it a habit to play with his state of mind, he knew its implications, so when he did initiate their space, he made sure to make it worth it.

"Gonna fuckin kill him," Bakugo’s hips snapped into Deku’s, burying himself and rolling his hips aggressively against his, "That Kuro bastard-!”

Deku may have been enabling Bakugo's god complex but he loved how weak he made him feel; and in comparison, he could feel how amazing Bakugo was. Allowing the greenette to admire him and revel in his shadow in the most obscene and twisted way. He felt beneath him and Kacchan was this almighty thing that could break him and put him together again at his discretion. An adrenaline rush like no other. He felt a great pride at being able to take it all too.

Deku's body convulsed a little the longer Todoroki's cock obstructed his throat but he was determined to drive him to the sweetest release and at the expense of his own discomfort. He took everything Todoroki had to give him. 

Deku was lost in the high, falling victim to Kacchan's vicious trance that maintained his submission. He extended his throat, giving the blond more access to the most vulnerable parts of himself and he felt wonderfully rewarded when Kacchan finally gave his flushed and leaking member more attention. A moan like no other managed to find its way out of his throat as his hips bucked weakly, the tears falling more rapidly as he so desperately neared his own release. He wanted it, needed it so bad and it felt so close but he knew he didn't have a say in the matter. Bakugo and Todoroki had all the control. 

"Izuku," Todoroki's voice cut right through the silence dangerously low. The usual sweet and tender voice was now possessive and demanding, "Cum," He granted, his own resolves completely undone as he felt his orgasm starting to build up. “Do as I say, and come for us, Izuku.” It may have looked like he was overriding Bakugo's commands, like he needed to save Midoriya from this torture, but it was far from the truth. Somewhere along the lines, he felt it. He felt that strong possession, the will to take and conquer what was his, and almost as if he suddenly found Bakugo's level, he understood exactly what Bakugo was asking of Midoriya. As if to prove his point, Bakugo slid his fingers down to Midoriya's base, and squeezed his way up to the tip where he fisted with just enough pressure to rub his thumb over the sensitive slit of his erection, encouraging him to climax.

Todoroki’s breath hitched, catching in the back of his throat as he came first, ropes of white hitting the back of Midoriya's throat. He pulled the boy’s head away desperately to ride his orgasms in his palm, allowing another wave of semen to spill and hit his freckled cheeks and forehead until he was covered in his seed. Todoroki instantly flopped back on the bed, body limp and stiff as he tried to catch his breath.

Bakugo took that as his cue. He lost himself inside Deku, his little quirkless, useless childhood friend who'd somehow dominated every aspect of his life against his will, against his abuse, his negligence, his virtue. This didn’t compare to how trapped Deku made him feel, how inferior he was to the lucky chosen child. There was no rhythm to his thrusts, just pure primal instinct and frenzy taking over until all he could do was bite down on Midoriya's shoulder and mark the back of his neck with his lips and tongue. "Ah- ah--! Deku...!" 

Deku's eyes started to glow a little from the intensity he was feeling. He could feel ropes of energy cascading through his body for a brief moment as he struggled for control. He didn't mind the mess he felt over him from Shoto’s release or the marks Bakugo was leaving behind on his tender flesh. He hardly noticed when he was still brimming that edge of release his body had been craving and was so delirious for all this time. Bakugo laying into his ass was just too much. Hand around his throat, teeth embedded in his flesh, it was that final push, just what he needed for Deku to cum on the sheets beneath him, crying out in a way no one would ever hear him sound but the ones in the room that mattered most to him, cumming on their command.

Deku's muscles flexed and tightened up like a vice, forcing Bakugo to really power through those last thrusts as Deku exerted the last ounce of his energy, everything going white.

Bakugo noticed the green spark over Midoriya's hands and down his shoulders, and before he could truly admire his unique quirk, it immediately disappeared. Todoroki watched in awe at how Midoriya could endure something so mentally taxing like this, and how in the world did it ever get this far?

Thinking was hard for Todoroki. His brain was muddled with lust and post-orgasm, and there was a moment of relief when he started to feel Glitter finally wear off. So sex got rid of it...? He dismissed the thought, deciding he'd rather enjoy how Midoriya had come undone right before him, face flushed, covered in his semen, body convulsing… He had reached out to place a hand over Midoriya's, wanting to feel the tremors as the smaller finally reached his breaking point. 

Bakugo couldn't think straight either, couldn't even tell the day, their purpose, his own identity when tight, spasming muscles clenched down on his own, and fuck. that's all he needed. Desperately, his hands released Deku's hips to ground himself as he finally reached his peak. Bakugo arched his back, hips slamming deeply into his as his orgasm ripped right down his spine and through every fiber of his nerves until his own body was shaking in exhaustion, cumming almost simultaneously to Deku. Bakugo remained still, hands never giving out as he came, and came and watched the nerd faint underneath him. Almost instantly he could feel Glitter free it's grip from him, leaving him stunned and amazed.

Bakugo rode out his orgasm tiredly, his eyes watching as his thumb feeling over the connection of his dick to Deku’s ass. He filled Midoriya to the brim and even as he slowly started to pull away, more semen spilled over his ass. As soon as he released his hips with his other hand, he watched Midoriya collapse on the bed and for a moment, all he could do was take in everything that just happened.

Red eyes found grey and blue ones, sharing a moment of revelation.

The next few moments were silent while Todoroki and Bakugo sobered up entirely.

Todoroki was the first to respond. He had Midoriya in his arms, fingers soothing and gentle and caring even when he was fully aware Midoriya was completely unconscious. Bakugo took initiative to clean them both. He carefully slid fingers into Deku’s sensitive bottom to clean out any unnecessary amount of semen still lingering before going to the shower himself to rinse off.

Todoroki remained in bed, Midoriya tucked carefully against his chest as he caressed his hair silently. What exactly did he just do to him…? He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Sorry..." He murmured and moved to tug the smaller closer and kiss his forehead.

The door to the restroom opened and Bakugo stepped out with a look Todoroki could somehow understand very clearly. When dark red eyes met his, he too was on his feet.

"I'll change." Todoroki confirmed the silent agreement as he gathered fresh clothing from his luggage. The shower was quick, and he wasted no time getting dressed. By the time he stepped out of the shower, he saw Bakugo hunched over on the couch, eyes downcast and distant with what he could only describe as a silent murderous look.

Todoroki left a bottled water next to their bed in case Midorya did wake up, though he wasn't concerned he would. His body went through a lot to have any sense of energy left.

Bakugo slid his hands into his pockets as he stepped out of the room, Todoroki closing the door behind them.

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At first, Deku woke up feeling like he had slept for years. He was disoriented, but the body next to his made him feel safe and warm. He nuzzled his cheek against Kacchan’s broad chest, recognizing his scent immediately. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who was with him but his eyes did open, quickly too in sudden daunting realization.

Memories started bombarding him. The convention... Kuro... the party.

His insides felt like they were twisting into knots. His face turned bright red and for the moment he was glad Bakugo was such a heavy sleeper.

He didn't know where Todoroki was but he was glad he wasn't there. He needed some time to himself to reflect, to understand what just happened last night and how the hell he was supposed to live with the knowledge he had now about some of his favorite heroes and about himself. He felt immense shame as he crawled his way off of Bakugo to retreat to the bathroom to gather his thoughts and pull himself together. He felt panicked, shutting the bathroom door behind him as he took a glance at himself in the mirror. He cringed at his naked body. The way he behaved in public in front of everyone... He knew he was under the influence of that quirk but it was still humiliating and he should have known better than to stick around in the first place. And because of him... Kacchan and Todoroki were involved. Who knows what they went through by the time they found him. He felt terribly guilty.

He put his hand over his face and groaned to himself. 

By the time Todoroki returned, Deku had managed to shower and clothe himself but he remained in the bathroom, unable to stop his thoughts as Shoto opened the door, revealing the poor boy overthinking everything on the floor, in a squat, murmuring to himself. 

Any feeling of relief from seeing Midoriya quickly vanished and was replaced with an unsettling weight in Todoroki’s stomach. Deku didn't look hurt, yet there he was with an awful look on his face.

"Midoriya...?" Todoroki stepped further in and knelt down in front of Deku so he could grab his wrists, prying them from the stiff hold they had on his head. The moment those petrified eyes looked into his own, he couldn't help but lean in closer and yank him in for a tight hold. One hand cradled Midoriya's head over his shoulder, while the other wrapped around his arm to squeeze his shoulder against his. "Hey...It's okay. You're okay.” His fingers gently rubbed the back of his head, indulging in the feeling of his soft curls and his body pressed against his. "You don't have to say anything... I've got you."

Deku was so deep in his own head that he didn’t realize Todoroki was there until he had him in his arms. The murmuring stopped and he gasped. He didn’t know what to do being seen by Todoroki right now after what they went through. But any concerns he had that he’d judge him or blame him was quickly brushed aside in favor of his embrace. He hugged his arms around him in return and sniffled, reveling in Todoroki’s gentleness and the sound of his voice. 

But no, this wasn’t right. He didn’t deserve this. It was one thing to do something stupid but his actions effected those he loved the most. The fact that they had to go there and see all of that, to see him in the state he was in… Deku couldn’t imagine what would have happened if they hadn’t been there. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Todoroki felt Deku’s body hitch with every shuddering breath the boy took. At that moment, as Midoriya apologized with such passion, Todoroki could only hold him, mostly so he couldn't see his own devastated expression. He held him for a while, just sitting there, running his fingers through Midoriya's hair. He had never pushed Midoriya before, not like he had done earlier in the night, and he thought Midoriya’s upset was due to his own behavior.

"...I should be the one apologizing." Todoroki squeezed him slightly tighter, his arms hesitating before they loosened up and released the green haired teen. He was afraid to look into his eyes, to confirm any of his fears, but he owed Midoriya that much. He had to face him. "I'm no better than that guy— Kuro." He said bitterly to himself, guilt ridden over his aggressive actions, "We pushed you to this point... Didn't we?" He reached up to cup Midoriya's cheek, loving the way his soft skin felt against his own, "And after witnessing the hero parties..." Todoroki gritted his teeth, "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

Deku reveled in the comfort despite not understanding at first what Todoroki was apologizing for. He just had a knack for making him feel so safe to be vulnerable, it was hard not to pour his heart out to him. It was in Deku's nature to wear his heart on his sleeve so there was no question behind the sincerity of his apologies but why was Shoto sorry?

Deku's face was still wet but he wasn't sniffling anymore. He looked at Shoto in earnest. His lips pulled into a sad frown as Todoroki caressed his cheek. “Shoto… If anything I should be thanking you... and Kacchan..." Deku looked down shamefully. "I don't like to think what else would have happened if you hadn't come." But what did happen he'd just have to live with now. There was no going back.

He took a deep breath and looked back at him. "That's why I'm sorry. I put you and Kacchan in that situation and I take full responsibility for it. It's my fault." 

Rather than hate and resentment, Todoroki was met with kind and understanding eyes and something more that left his heart skipping a beat. He thumbed a tear from his freckled cheek as Midoriya avoided his gaze, "It's not your fault," Shoto tried to assure him as he wrapped an arm around Midoriya's waist to feel the warmth from his body and not the guilt that itched at his conscious mind, "You didn't know of hero parties, how they can be… and I should have known better, when you sent me those texts. Don’t feel like you have to carry this weight alone- I promise to be more vigilant next time.”

Deku looked curious. He also was afraid of that curiosity. Still, he couldn't help but speak his mind. "I'm afraid to ask how you know so much about that..." He was concerned, fearing Todoroki had an unfortunate encounter in his past that he didn't know about. His past was a bit of a mystery to him since Shoto didn't talk much about it and he was afraid to pry. It seemed a lot had to do with his father though and the man wasn't exactly an ideal parental figure.

With a soft smile, Shoto leaned in to press his lips to Midoriya's forehead, but the smile was fleeting as the haunting images from last night came back. "Midoriya... About last night..." His hand left his cheek, and the arm around his waist loosened to create a distance between the two. "What we did to you- is it really… okay? You don't seem bothered at all by it, nor have you mentioned it. But the way we used your body, and the way it made me feel-" Shoto glanced away, unable to hold eye contact with Midoroya at the shameful memories that kept distracting him, "How can you want to be with us after that?"

The more he talked, the more red Deku's face began to glow as vivid images were sparked to life. Todoroki and Kacchan were intense but he himself encouraged it so much that he was just as much to blame. It seemed none of them held back. When Todoroki brought it up, he didn't seem hurt or troubled by the memory, just embarrassed and maybe a little shy. Poor Shoto, he knew he was questioning his desires and kinks now but Deku's trauma didn't result from that at all. If anything, to him, it was…

”That’s what you're bitching about this morning? That you weren't vanilla enough?" A disgruntled voice called from behind Todoroki as Bakugo leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, arms crossed. He felt like rolling his eyes into the back of his skull. If there should be any upset to discuss it should have been about Kuro. Ah, the image he had of him last night nearly made him grin on the spot. Him and Todoroki’s outing after Deku passed out had been quite… satisfying to say the least.

Bakugo wasn't about to feel guilty for what happened in their bed, however, he did take a moment to look Deku over before saying anything else, gauging Deku's mood - not that he knew how to really be all that comforting to him. It seemed Todoroki beat him to it anyway.

"Kacchan." Deku squeaked in surprise, just not expecting him to be there so suddenly. He was too focused on Todoroki that he could have been standing there the whole time and he wouldn't have noticed. 

"That's the only thing good that came out of last night." Kacchan wasn't ashamed at all. He knew Deku loved that shit. The little masochistic nerd. Shoto, however, was just seeing it for the first time and was clearly confused. Obviously they fucked much differently. 

Deku looked away awkwardly, not really sure how to face Bakugo right now. He was just beginning to feel better with Todoroki. He supposed he owed him an apology too though. "I'm sorry, Kacchan..." 

Despite knowing the blonde was still in the room, Todoroki didn't expect Bakugo to cut right into something he considered intimate, vulnerable even, and he made sure to show Bakugo his disapproval with a side glare. "We were having a private conversation, or were you never taught manners?" There was a bite to his words out of embarrassment and annoyance. This was the nature of their relationship though, wasn't it? There was no privacy anymore- everything they did, they shared together and there was no avoiding that.

"Speaking of Kuro..." Todoroki’s tone changed as the memories continued to flow from last night, one after the other until he remembered, so vividly, how Kuro had his arms wrapped so comfortably around Deku, how he looked at him and his lips on Midoriya’s... But earlier images of that morning reminded him that they had left Kuro in a state that made these memories a little easier to endure.

"Who the fuck is Kuro, Deku? Icy Hot here said he caught him shoving his tongue down your throat." Although Bakugo wasn't yelling, or over exaggerating his expressions as he normally did, he still held left-over anger heavy on his words. "How the fuck did you get yourself in that shitty situation? And don't try to give me shitty excuses, I can tell when you're lying to me."

"Uh." Deku's hands instinctively went up disarmingly when Bakugo asked in such a tone. He didn't need to be loud. Rather, sometimes he found him the most intimidating when his voice was level. Nervous sweat started accumulating on his forehead. He could only imagine the assumptions they must have. 

It was the mention of the kiss he shared with Kuro that made him cringe the most though. He hated hearing it out loud and knowing he had done that in front of everyone... No it wasn't even just a kiss. He could remember how hard he was, how his body reacted to his and wanted Kuro's. He swallowed a hard lump in his throat as he tried to lock those thoughts away.

"I only just met him at the con and heseemedkindofcoolandIbeenfollowinghimforawhileonsocialmediaandheshowedmearoundandIthoughtIcouldlearnsomuchfromhimandthat'swhenIgottogototheVIPareasandmeetothercoolproheroesthenheaskedifIwantedtogotoanexclusiveeventandIthoughtitwasanofficialconpartyorsomethingbutthat'snotwhatitturnedouttobeIguessanywayIdidn'tknowallofthatwouldhappenandI'msorry." 

"To think he'd prey on a high schooler… He never struck me as the kind, but I have seen worse." Todoroki considered the story Deku had rambled on about and tried to piece it together. Why else would a grown man invite him to the event? "So he is a predator after all. Maybe I should report him..."

Bakugo's temper was escalating, "Why the fuck didn't you leave! His quirk is pathetic, you could have over powered him easily!"

Deku paused a moment as he considered the choice of words Todoroki was using and made a sad mental note that Shoto had apparently saw worse than what he was assuming had happened. "I..." Deku didn't see Kuro as a predator but he didn't get a chance to finish before Bakugo's rage began to flare and he clung tighter to Todoroki. "Wait-- I mean... I--" He found it hard to talk when Kacchan was looking at him like that, clearly blaming him now. What was worse was he was right, he should blame him. He couldn't fault Kacchan for his emotions when he knew the truth. "You're right... I should have left right away but I thought maybe I could handle it... Kuro had been so nice and I really wanted to meet his friends. I don't know." His thought process sounded stupid saying it out loud but he had naively gave them all the benefit of the doubt despite red flag after red flag.

He looked down sadly. "Once that boy used his quirk, I couldn't control myself. But..." He tensed and closed his eyes. "Kuro didn't force me to go with him there. He said I could leave anytime. So I missed my opportunity and that was on me. It's all my fault, I know." He started tearing up again. 

And… that made more sense. While it was a lousy excuse and poor sense of judgement, Katsuki could accept the honest mistake. He only hated when Izuku tried to sugar coat shit to justify anyone. 

"Still," Bakugo could see the tears starting to gather at the corner of Deku's eyes. He felt defeated with pent up anger boiling inside of him, but there wasn't much he could do. He was left to reflect and think about all the pro heroes he had spotted, and how easy they had snatched him and Todoroki for their pleasure. He stared off away from the other two as he considered the effect the drug had on him too. "He's the adult. The hero. He should have never taken you there, and you," he glared back at their shared lover, "Try to read people, will ya? If some sick fuckard said they had All Might merch in their van, you'd jump right in?!"

It was... A joke? Shoto was confused. Was Bakugo trying to mock Midoriya? "You aren't good at jokes either, are you."

"You wanna say that again to my face, Half-n-half?!"

Despite the back and forth banter, there was no harm in Bakugo's insults, and Todoroki thrived in getting under the blond's skin without even trying. Deku sighed to himself, feeling a little better now that they've gotten some of their emotions out. Eventually, Todoroki convinced them to move to the dining table. Todoroki had left early to get them all breakfast and put it on the table for them to eat before he realized Deku was sniffling in the bathroom earlier. They all sat together, Deku gratefully thanking Todoroki for the meal before awkward silence fell over them once more as they ate and reflected a little more on this brand new outlook on life they all shared … 

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The sky over U.A.'s training grounds had already darkened to a deep shade of violet, bruised with the last lingering hints of sunset. The air had turned sharp and cold, breathing mist from the mouths of the students still milling around after evening exercises. Among them, Midoriya Izuku stood lighter than he had in months, his green eyes bright with a spark of something stubborn and unyielding. Hope. Determination. A quiet, fierce kind of joy. He had come so far — from the quirkless boy who once clung desperately to dreams too big for his small hands, to someone who could stand, battered but unbroken, shoulder to shoulder with giants. One for All's latest evolution had left many questions unanswered, the future coiled in uncertainty, along with the awareness of questionable heroes — and yet, he burned with motivation tonight, brimming with a restless energy he couldn't quite name. Notebook balanced against his thigh, he scribbled frantically as Iida spoke beside him, rattling off precise critiques of his shoot style form. Midoriya nodded, trying to capture it all, the mechanical thrum of ideas flooding his brain faster than he could write—

Then he heard it.

That voice.

Rough, barking, unmissable. Like a crack of gunfire across the quiet.

 Kacchan.

 Instinctively, Midoriya’s head turned toward the sound, as if pulled by an invisible thread. Across the courtyard, Bakugo stood, radiating a barely-contained intensity even from a distance, his eyes — gods, his eyes — locking directly with his.

Midoriya’s breath caught. Iida's voice became a distant hum in his ears. He smiled awkwardly, snapping his notebook closed. “I’m sorry, Iida. Can we finish this later?” His voice was sheepish but eager. Iida, ever the understanding friend, gave a brisk nod, and Midoriya barely restrained himself from running as he hurried across the courtyard. The chill of the evening bit at his skin when he stepped outside the training complex, but he barely noticed. His heart was pounding harder with every step he took, every inch he closed between them.

 Recently, the force between them seemed to be growing stronger. As much as he cared about Todoroki, there was an unspoken bond the two had that neither could seem to escape, even if they wanted to.

“Kacchan!” Midoriya called out, his voice warm and bright against the cold. He jogged up to him with a beaming smile that could have lit the dark. “I know I already said it but — congratulations again! You really earned your license.” He braced himself for the inevitable explosion of gruff protests — but he couldn’t hold back. Tonight, he just felt proud. Proud of the boy he had chased since childhood. Proud of the man standing before him now.

Bakugo rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in his skull. "Shut up, Deku." From Bakugo's point of view, he truly felt so bad at this. The compliments weren’t as unbearable as they used to be — not anymore — but Midoriya’s stupid smiling face still made something hurt in his chest, something Bakugo didn’t know how to fight. He turned abruptly, hands shoved deep into his pockets, stalking further into the shadows beyond the training field. He didn’t have to look to know Midoriya would follow. The idiot always did. "I want to ask you something," he muttered without looking back. Midoriya’s brows knitted slightly in concern, but he obediently fell into step beside him just as he predicted. They walked like that for a while, the path dipping into narrower streets on the edge of the campus where the lamplight fractured against the frost-bitten pavement. Their breath plumed white in the freezing air, trailing behind them like fragile smoke. 

Bakugo’s fists clenched tighter inside his jacket. This was so stupidly hard. How did Todoroki make this shit look effortless? It wasn't ideal, having to share Deku with Todoroki, and it was about time he made efforts to change that. Bakugo swallowed hard. "Next week is the start of break," he began stiffly, his voice slicing the silence. "I heard you talking to Big Cheeks earlier about your dumbass plan." He sneered. "Costume museums. What the fuck, Deku."

Midoriya flushed an embarrassed pink, hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey…!"

Bakugo huffed a breath that might have been a laugh if he weren’t so goddamn terrified. He stopped walking, boots scraping to a halt on the pavement. Turned. Faced him. Golden

eyes pinned green. "Anyway," he said gruffly, face flushing even as he scowled, "since your idea sucked, I thought... maybe you could come. With me. Back home." The words tumbled out like grenades, clumsy and too loud in the cold stillness.

For a moment, Midoriya just stared at him. Like the entire world had stuttered to a halt.

Home?

Kacchan's home?

At one point in his life it was an invitation he thought he'd never receive again. His own memories of their hometown were tangled — filled with loneliness, aching want, and painful mistakes neither of them could ever fully erase. His heart twisted painfully. But then he saw it — the slight trembling in Bakugo’s hands, the stubborn set of his jaw, the way he couldn't quite meet his eyes — and something inside him softened, melted, collapsed like a sandcastle at high tide. Midoriya stepped forward without hesitation. He reached out, gently placing a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, grounding both of them. "I’d like that," he said simply, the words laced with more meaning than he could voice. 

The effect was immediate. Bakugo stiffened under his touch, eyes wide, stunned in a way Midoriya rarely got to see. Like he hadn't actually believed he would say yes. For a few heartbeats, they stood there like idiots in the cold, surrounded by a world that kept turning too fast without them. Then Bakugo's hand found his waist — firm and warm even through the layers of fabric — and tugged him closer. Midoriya’s breath hitched, his cheeks blooming with heat.

The first flakes of snow began to drift down from the bruised sky, catching in Bakugo’s unruly hair, dusting his lashes like powdered stars. "You better not bring IcyHot," Bakugo growled under his breath, lips twitching into the beginnings of a smirk. "I’m not spending Christmas with Daddy’s boy." Midoriya barked a laugh, the sound loud and unguarded between them. "You’re such a jerk," he teased, voice cracking with happiness he barely understood. But he didn’t pull away.

He didn’t want to pull away.

They stayed like that, pressed together under the falling snow, until their fingers grew numb and the rest of the world forgot to exist.

And for once — for once — Bakugo didn’t run from it.

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The zipper whined as Todoroki dragged it across Midoriya’s duffel bag, sealing away a haphazard bundle of clothes and a battered notebook staged on the bed. He held the bag out toward the other boy, who darted past in a half-stumble, juggling his suitcase in one hand and wrangling his jacket with the other.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Todoroki asked, tone low but steady. He offered the bag forward. "You’ve been nervous all morning. More than usual."

Midoriya tugged the strap over his shoulder, a lopsided smile plastered to his face. “Uh huh. Yep. Never better!”

It was a terrible lie.

Today was the day he went back to their hometown. With Kacchan.

Despite all the work he'd done hyping himself up in the mirror — breathing exercises, pep talks, every heroic mantra he could remember — the second he stepped outside his dorm room, it crumbled. His heart wouldn’t stop hammering against his ribs.

Maybe if he had talked it through with Todoroki — admitted how twisted up he still felt about that place — it might've helped.
But he couldn't get the words out.
Not without reopening old wounds he'd spent years trying to scar over.

He fumbled with his suitcase, half-jammed his arm into his jacket, and pressed a rushed kiss to Todoroki’s lips. “I’ll see you when I get back!” he called breathlessly as he bolted for the door. “Have a good break!”

Todoroki watched him go, the door swinging closed behind him with a soft click.

Todoroki wasn’t convinced.

Bakugo had been at the bus stop for nearly half an hour already.

The cold gnawed at his skin through the sleeves of his jacket, but he barely noticed, thumbs scrolling absently over his phone screen. It was easier than thinking. Easier than admitting he hadn't slept a damn minute last night.

A post from an old classmate flickered by — some dumb, raunchy meme that, for once, made him snort out loud.
Reflexively, he double-tapped to like it.

The screen blinked, and a new message slid into his DMs almost instantly.

Yo man, what you up to? You back for the holidays?

Bakugo’s thumb hovered over the reply button.
He didn’t answer.

Instead, his gaze drifted to his mother’s contact name.
Call?
Warn her he was coming?

He didn’t move.
Didn’t call.

The screech of approaching footsteps pulled his attention away.
He looked up just in time to see Midoriya jogging toward him, suitcase rattling behind him, hair an absolute disaster, jacket hanging off one shoulder like he'd been mugged.

Typical.

"Tch. Took you long enough," Bakugo muttered as Midoriya skidded to a stop in front of him, fumbling to fix his jacket just as the bus groaned around the corner.

“All set?” Midoriya beamed, the nerves barely hidden under his too-bright smile.

Bakugo grunted, scooting down the bench to make space, setting his hero uniform case between them.

Neither of them said much after that.

Bakugo flicked back to his phone, staring blankly at old photos — half-forgotten scraps from middle school.
Some of them he didn’t even remember being taken.
Others he remembered too well.

Shots of him towering over Deku — sneering, jostling, pretending it was all just harmless fun.

He locked the phone with a snap and shoved it deep into his pocket, as if he could shove the memories down with it.

The bus pulled up with a groan. The door creaked open.

Bakugo stood, suitcase in hand. "C’mon."

The bus ride was quiet.

Midoriya shifted in his seat, trying not to let his overstuffed bag spill into the aisle. He told himself — over and over — that it would be fine.
That things were different now.
That going back didn't have to mean going backward.

He clutched the handles of his bag a little tighter, heart thudding in stubborn optimism.

At a slight bump in the road, their thighs bumped.
Bakugo didn’t move away.

If anything, he leaned into it.

"Have you called your mother?" Bakugo asked after a while, his voice so casual it almost hid the tension curling underneath.

Midoriya blinked out of his reverie. "Huh?" He scrambled to catch up. "Oh! Yeah. I called her the other day."

He smiled awkwardly, remembering the phone call — the way his mother’s tears had come through the line almost before he'd finished saying hello. The way he'd ended up crying, too, overwhelmed by how much he missed her.

"What about you?" Midoriya asked, glancing over shyly.

Bakugo’s jaw flexed.
His hands curled tighter around his bag.

"No."

It was a simple answer.
It felt heavy anyway.

Midoriya opened his mouth, then closed it.
He knew better than to push.
But still, the question slipped out, soft and earnest:

"Really? Why not?"

Bakugo huffed a humorless laugh, glaring out the window.

"Old hag makes a big deal outta everything," he muttered.
There was a pause — a tiny crack in the armor — and then he added, "Besides. If she knew you were staying over, she’d lose her damn mind."

Midoriya jolted. "Staying over?!"

Bakugo smirked at his expression, wicked satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "Yeah, dumbass. They’re outta town 'til tomorrow. We’ve got the place to ourselves."

It shouldn’t have made Midoriya’s heart hammer the way it did.
It shouldn’t have made his cheeks burn considering he’s stayed overnight in without anyone knowing in Bakugo’s dorm before.

But it did. Maybe because of how intimate and personal it was to actually be staying overnight in Kacchan’s childhood home.

"I just have to call my mom and let her know," Deku said quickly, fumbling for his phone.

Bakugo’s smirk dropped into a full-on scowl.

"The fuck you will!" he barked, loud enough that half the bus turned to stare.

Midoriya flinched. "But—!"

"Lie to her!" Bakugo snapped. “Make up something!”

Mortified, Midoriya grabbed Bakugo's arm and tried to shush him, hissing frantic reassurances while Bakugo glared murderously at a whispering couple across the aisle.

"Okay! Okay! I’ll figure it out!" Midoriya promised desperately, cheeks flaming.

Bakugo slumped back into his seat with a grunt, folding his arms across his chest.

"Better fuckin’ not tell her the truth," he muttered. "I don’t need my mom hearin’ about us from your damn mom."

Midoriya didn’t dare argue.
He just sighed and stared out the window, letting the silence stretch between them.

The trip through the transit station was mercifully smoother.

Bakugo stalked through the crowd with his usual bulldozer energy, scowling and elbowing anyone who dared get too close. Midoriya trailed behind him, dodging apologies and clutching his bag to his chest.

They stopped at a food vendor, and — to Midoriya’s stunned delight — Bakugo tossed him a steamed bun with an All Might logo on it.

Without thinking, Midoriya whipped out his phone and leaned in for a selfie.

"Cheese!"

Bakugo barely realized what was happening before Midoriya had snapped the picture.

When he did, he lunged for the phone, furious.

The resulting photo collection was a masterpiece:
One of Bakugo blinking dumbly.
One of Bakugo lunging at him.
And one of Bakugo mournfully watching his bun fall to the ground, utterly betrayed.

Midoriya doubled over laughing as Bakugo cursed him out in the middle of the station.

"Erase those, nerd!" Bakugo growled, shoving at his head.

Midoriya dodged, laughing harder. "I won’t post them, I swear!"

The train screeched into the station.

"Look, the train!" Midoriya chirped, dashing ahead to board.

Bakugo followed, snarling under his breath.

"Walk behind me!" he ordered — then promptly kicked the back of Midoriya’s knee with a smug look as he passed.

The train was packed.

Bakugo wedged himself against the door, shielding Midoriya from the worst of the crowd without a word. He anchored himself behind him, broad chest pressed against Midoriya’s back, blocking any stray elbows or groping hands.

It was almost easy to pretend it was normal.
That this was how things had always been.

Outside the window, the city blurred past — familiar buildings rising against the winter-gray sky.

Their home.

Bakugo leaned down to peer at Midoriya’s phone.

"What’re you lookin' at?" he grunted.

On the screen was a text from Todoroki.

Todoroki: I don't mean to interrupt your time with Bakugo, but I couldn't help worrying. How are things going?

Bakugo scoffed. "The fuck is he, your dad?"

Without thinking, Midoriya grinned and typed out a quick reply:

Midoriya: We’re almost there. Everything’s good. 🙂 Kacchan says hi!

Bakugo’s eye twitched.

Without warning, he pressed forward, pinning Midoriya lightly against the door with the weight of his body, caging him in.

"You little shit," he growled against his ear.

Midoriya squeaked, cheeks flaming.

Before he could wriggle away, Bakugo snatched his phone and typed:

Midoriya: He's fine. He's with me after all. Now shut the fuck up already.

Bakugo tucked the phone safely away — somewhere Midoriya couldn’t immediately grab it — and smirked in triumph.

Midoriya just slumped against the door, face beet red, trying not to combust on the spot.

The train rattled toward their stop.
The city, their memories, their past — it was all waiting.

And this time, they'd face it together.

Instantly, the packed crowd began to spill out, the energy shifting to something restless, impatient.

"Watch it!" Bakugo barked, shoving a too-eager passenger back with a sharp elbow as they squeezed their way through the throng.

Midoriya, in contrast, offered hurried, apologetic bows as he maneuvered through the tide of bodies. "Sorry! Excuse me! Sorry!"

He nearly tripped over his own feet when they finally spilled out onto the platform, the icy air slapping him in the face like a wake-up call.

Bakugo didn’t slow down, setting a brisk pace through the station’s winding halls. Posters plastered every available wall — cheerful announcements for the Winter Festival, advertisements for local performances, discount flyers for the town's onsen.

"Huh," Bakugo muttered under his breath, barely glancing at the colorful chaos. "I don't remember it being this crowded."

Midoriya nodded, catching sight of the same posters. That explained it.
The festival had brought an influx of visitors, filling the streets with noise and movement.

Still, even through the noise, the memories pressed in.

Every street corner they turned sparked some flash of the past — the bus stop where Midoriya had once been shoved into a puddle, the alley where his backpack had been ripped from his arms.

He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, squeezing tight.

Not all memories were good.

Bakugo, ahead of him, seemed to slow.

Midoriya almost crashed into him, blinking up as Bakugo turned, scanning the street with a frown.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Finally, Bakugo jerked his head toward a small corner shop tucked between two larger buildings — one with peeling paint and a battered awning that somehow still stood stubborn against the cold.

"You wanna stop?" he asked, voice low.

Midoriya followed his gaze. Recognition flickered.

He remembered this shop — the vending machine filled with hero trading cards, the cheap hot drinks in paper cups that had warmed frozen fingers on the walk home from school.

A rare good memory.

Midoriya smiled, small but genuine. "Yeah. I could use a drink anyway."

Bakugo grunted in agreement, crossing the street without waiting.

The bell over the door jingled weakly as they stepped inside, warmth immediately wrapping around them like a worn blanket.

The place smelled exactly the same — a blend of old wood, sugar, and something faintly medicinal. Posters and faded photographs still littered the walls, and the shelves were crammed with dusty snacks and trinkets.

Bakugo slowed, his usual brisk pace faltering.

Every step seemed to drag him deeper into memory — the old lady behind the counter who used to fawn over the blonde, the barber next door who had always exaggerated his praise.

For most of Katsuki’s life, this place had been a kingdom where he reigned supreme — the strongest kid with the brightest future.

Now, standing there as a near-pro hero, it all felt smaller somehow. Emptier.

He drifted toward the back of the shop without thinking, eyes catching on an old vending machine tucked between shelves. The colorful capsules inside gleamed under the flickering fluorescent lights, prizes promising cheap joy — hero figurines, candy, mystery toys.

He remembered feeding change into that machine once — a simpler time when he’d ripped the capsule open with excitement, shoving it under Deku’s nose with a triumphant grin.

A memory that, strangely, didn’t hurt.

He lingered there, lost.

Meanwhile, Midoriya made a beeline for the hot drinks machine, rubbing his frozen hands together.

Before he could fumble for coins, a voice interrupted.

"Ah, don't mind that old thing, dear," the shopkeeper said kindly, bustling out from behind the counter. "It’s been broken for ages. Why don’t you tell me what you'd like instead?"

Midoriya blinked, startled, but offered her a warm smile. "Hot chocolate, please."

She smiled back, soft and motherly, and shuffled toward the counter to prepare it fresh.

Midoriya waited, letting his gaze wander.

The store was old and creaky and a little cramped — but it was safe, somehow. It made the tight knot in his chest loosen just a little.

The sound of careful pouring and the smell of rich chocolate filled the air.

When the woman returned, she set the cup down with a napkin and peered at him, studying his face.

"You must be Midoriya," she said after a moment, her voice soft with memory.

Midoriya straightened, caught off guard.

"I haven't seen you in so long," she continued, beaming. "You were just a little thing last time you came around — cute as a button. Look at you now! All grown."

Midoriya flushed, smiling sheepishly.

He handed her the coins, but she gently pushed them back into his hand. "Your mother comes by sometimes to help. Consider it a gift."

Midoriya’s chest tightened with emotion, too full for words.

Before he could properly thank her, a faint noise caught his attention — a raised voice from outside, sharp and angry, barely audible over the soft hum of the shop’s speakers.

"..Let go! Let go of me already!"

Deku turned, heart clenching.

The shopkeeper continued talking, oblivious.

But Midoriya couldn’t ignore it.

He set the hot chocolate down carefully and crossed the shop in quick strides, pushing the door open.

The cold slapped him in the face — and so did the scene unfolding outside.

A man in a yellow hoodie wrestled a pale, struggling boy over his shoulder. Another man — taller, in a white button-up — walked beside them, scowling.

"Stupid brat," the white-shirted man snarled. "Keep screaming and I'll shut you up for good."

Midoriya’s blood ran cold.

"Kacchan!" he barked over his shoulder — the only warning he could spare — before he bolted.

Green lightning crackled faintly around his calves as he shot forward, instincts taking over.

"Hey!" he shouted, rounding the corner after them. "Put him down!"

The alley was narrow and dark, walled in by crumbling brick.

By the time Midoriya skidded around the corner, the kidnappers had already scaled the fire escape to the rooftop — the boy still kicking and shouting in their arms.

Midoriya’s heart raced.

Without thinking, he launched himself upward, boots slamming into the metal railing as he chased after them.

He landed on the rooftop just as the man in the yellow hoodie prepared to jump again. Was this 

just some random kidnapping? How bold to do this in broad daylight! 

Midoriya stood his ground, hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Put. Him. Down."

The man in the white shirt turned with a lazy, predatory smile, like a cat toying with a half-dead mouse.

"This isn’t your business, kid," he drawled, voice syrupy and thick with disdain.

His eyes dragged slowly down Midoriya’s frame — a cold, oily thing that made the hairs on the back of Deku’s neck stand up. It wasn’t fear — not exactly — but a bone-deep revulsion that soured his stomach.

"Pretty fast, though," Connor added, smirking wider. "Cute, even. Why don’t you come with us instead? Bet we could find a use for you."

Midoriya’s fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms.
Disgusting.
The idea of willingly going anywhere with these two made his skin crawl.
But worse was the way Connor said it — casual, mocking — like he already owned him. Like Midoriya was just another thing to snatch away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Midoriya caught the other man shifting, nervous.

"Wait — Connor," he hissed, glancing around as if suddenly realizing exactly who they were facing. "I’ve seen him before —"

But it was too late.

The boy over the man's shoulder seized his chance, ramming an elbow into his captor’s ribs.

"Fuck!" Connor barked, doubling down his grip in anger. He didn’t hesitate — just turned and leapt for the next rooftop, soaring impossibly high.

Midoriya’s instincts kicked in immediately.

Move.

He sprinted after them, legs burning, green lightning crackling around his calves as he launched himself across the gap ——

—and left his back open.

It was a rookie mistake.
One he realized a second too late.

The air behind him cracked like a whip.

Pain tore through him, searing across his back so suddenly and violently it nearly blacked out his vision.

He screamed, the force slamming him chest-first into the rooftop. His breath punched out in a raw, broken sound, gravel biting into his palms.

His brain staggered to catch up through the haze of burning agony.
Whips — he has whip arms — shit, I turned my back on the other guy—!

Midoriya forced himself to roll, blinking through the stars exploding across his vision.

The man stood smugly several yards away, arms now grotesquely extended — thick cords of muscle and sinew twisted into whip-like weapons, coiling lazily around him like snakes.

"You’re not so tough," The man sneered, winding his arm back for another strike.

Midoriya’s muscles screamed in protest, but he moved anyway.

Before the whip could crack again, he slammed two fingers into the rooftop with all the force he could muster.

The explosion of compressed air was deafening — a sharp blast that split the night like a gunshot.

His offender barely had time to react.
The force slammed into him with brutal, unrelenting power, sending him careening backward.

Shoes tore from his feet midair as he hit the opposite rooftop with a sickening thud and rolled out of sight.

Midoriya dragged himself upright, panting hard. His back screamed where the man’s whip had torn through his jacket and skin, the blood soaking fast into the fabric.

But he didn’t care.

He couldn’t afford to care.

Not when the real danger was still escaping.

Gritting his teeth, Midoriya snapped his head up and locked eyes on the man in the yellow hoodie — the one still clinging to the struggling boy. Connor, was it?

The kidnapper hesitated now, glancing between Midoriya and his unconscious comrade sprawled across the rooftop.

Good, Midoriya thought grimly. Be scared.

Ignoring the pain screaming through his nerves, he lifted his arm — steady, deliberate — and pointed two fingers straight at the man's head.

Like a gun.
Like a warning.

"Stop right there," he commanded, voice hoarse but firm.

He poured every ounce of authority he could into the words, standing tall even as blood dripped down his side, even as his legs trembled.

For one taut, electric second, everything hung in the balance.

The man froze, caught in the gravity of Midoriya’s will.

And for that brief moment, Midoriya dared to hope it might be enough.
That he could end this without hurting anyone else.

Please, he thought. Just listen. Don't make me—