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Shouto was what you would call a “weird kid.” He makes silly fanart, he writes fan fiction, he spends all day imagining what life would be like if he got to live in the same universe as his favorite anime, or if one day all the members of One Direction burst through his door and said:

”We’re adopting you! We’re your new parents! All five of us!”

His favorite music genre was cringey Minecraft parody songs. When he saw someone in a fur suit in real life, he’d act like they were cringe but deep down, he envied how they were confident enough to be themselves. He had a secret gacha account where he would have the little characters re-create anime scenes that have emotionally impacted him.

Relatively, he was like any other pre-teen child going through their awkward phase. Extra points for his daddy issues.

Apart from his parents arguing, Shouto’s life wasn’t that different from most people. He got along with Natsuo and Fuyumi just fine.

But his oldest brother, Touya, he chose to distance himself from everyone else. Not total isolation, he still visited occasionally. But when Shouto sees Touya, he doesn’t get excited the way he does when he sees Fuyumi. He doesn’t beg Touya to play video games with him the way he does with Natsuo after a long day of school.

When he sees Touya, he treats him like he would a guest. Greet them, bring them beverages, point them to where the bathroom is. Nothing special. He didn’t hate Touya, he just didn’t know the guy. He never really questioned why Touya was so distant, but he has a vague memory of Fuyumi saying something about a band he plays in. Possibly too busy putting on concerts. 

Growing up, Touya was a problem child. He was the boy down the streets your parents would warn you about. He had a sweet side of course, but only Rei, Fuyumi, and sometimes Natsuo would see that part. 

When he finally moved out, the first thing he did was throw a huge house party. Not to waste time on details, but the cops had to stop the party, half the guests getting arrested, the other half running away. 

”My brother’s visiting. Can’t come over today.” Shouto mutters as he dips a cracker into some half-melted cheese.

Bakugo had his school laptop opened and he was looking at his braces through the camera, “Deku begged his Mom for enough snacks for THREE people!”

Midoriya chuckles and places a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Kacchan! More snacks for us!” He turns to Shouto and smiles at him, “There’s always next time, Todoroki!”

Shouto bit down on his lip as he stared at his two friends. He was looking forward to this sleepover all month, but it was ruined now that stinky ol’ Touya was visiting last-second.

Being the youngest sure sucks.

Shouto and Natsuo were watching Minecraft videos together on YouTube. Shouto insisted they keep the video muted while he pretends to be the narrator, narrating everything the YouTuber was doing.

”And now I found this sheep and I’m going to shave him until he’s naked!” He laughed at himself, watching the YouTuber sheer the wool off the pixelated, blocky sheep. “Now I’m going to punch this tree until my fist bleeds because I lost my axe!”

Natsuo rolled his eyes, “You’re so annoying when you act like this!”

Shouto playfully stuck his tongue out and continued his rather poor narrating. 

The front door unlocks, catching both Shouto and Natsuo’s attention. Shouto pauses the TV, waiting to see who came home. He expected it to be Rei, but surprisingly, it was Enji.

”Boys.” He sighed, “Still watching those videos? How about you both pick up a sport.”

Natsuo groans at him, “I play enough volleyball at school. Go complain about Shouto.”

Enji grabs one of Shouto’s flimsy arms, “You need to work out. You’re tiny.”

Shouto stammers, “But I’m only-“

”Don’t care.” Enji walks up the stairs. Halfway up, he turns around. “Touya will be here tomorrow. Make sure this place looks presentable.”

Once Enji was out of their sight, Natsuo turns to Shouto and began laughing, “Touya’s barely presentable himself! He’ll be fine.” He plops back on the sofa and unpauses the video.

Shouto’s mood was pretty much ruined now that Enji made him self conscious about his body. But he still tried his best to be happy, after all, he was hanging out with Natsuo.

”Can’t believe Bakugo got candy stuck to his braces.” Shouto sighs as him and Midoriya stands at the bus stop after school.

Midoriya laughs lightly, “He angrily ate the non-braces-friendly snacks since you didn’t show up.”

Shouto grumbles under his breath, “I had my day wasted. They told me Touya was coming yesterday, but he’s actually coming today! I could’ve gone to your house.” 

Before Midoriya could respond, a broken down car began swerving around the street just to come to a rough halt in front of the two boys. The tinted window rolled down, and a young man with spiky black hair and piercings poked his head out.

”Heya, Shortcake.” Touya smirked at him, “Who’s this freckled fuck?”

Shouto glares at him, “Excuse me…? I don’t know you.”

”Freckled fuck?” Midoriya whispered, slightly offended. 

Touya stammers, “Huh?! Shouto, it’s me!”

Shouto blinks, then gasps. “Oh, Touya! I didn’t recognize you…”

Shouto didn’t see Touya in a few years. Last time he saw Touya was at his high school graduation when he had fluffy white hair and no piercings at all. Touya also used to dress like a rich boy who played golf. Enji used to be very strict with what his children wore back then. Not anymore, thankfully. But now, Touya wore dark clothes with symbols on it. Symbols that would make a religious grandmother shout “SATAN WORSHIPPER!”

”Ya getting in or what?” Touya groans, a click can be heard from the car door, indicating that it’s been unlocked. 

“Oh, sorry… right, I’ll um…” Shouto awkwardly turns to Midoriya, “See you tomorrow?”

”See ya.” Midoriya waved awkwardly, watching Shouto struggle to get inside the car. The second his seat belt was buckled, the car dashed down the street, causing Shouto’s heart to drop.

”TOUYA?!”

He laughs maniacally before coming to a stop, “I just had to! What, don’t tell me you were scared?!”

Shouto shook his head, “N-no! I’m not scared!”

”Pffft, sure!”

Shouto caught his breath and looked out the window, “I thought you would come later tonight.”

Touya tapped on his steering wheel and smirked at the road. “Change of plans. What? Do you hate me? Want me to leave?”

”No! Gosh what’s gotten into you?!” Hasn’t even been five minutes, and Touya was already stressing the poor child out. 

A few minutes go by, and Touya was finally driving normally. Shouto didn’t have anything to talk about, so he began listening to the songs on his playlist. Bakugo always teased him about being a “wanna-be emo” but that never stopped him from enjoying this kind of music.

”The hell are you listening to?” Touya scoffs, hearing small noises coming out from Shouto’s earbuds.

Shouto had his volume up all the way. He couldn’t hear Touya at all. He had his eyes closed and was slowly bobbing his head to the beat.

“I said-“ Touya yanks the earbuds out from Shouto’s ears, “What are you listening to?!”

“Touya!” Shouto gasped and pulled his earbuds back, “You could’ve just tapped me!”

”You could’ve just tapped me!” Touya repeated in a mockingly whiny voice. He takes a peak at Shouto’s phone and sees an odd playlist mixed with Minecraft parody music and bands like My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, and…

Weezer.

Touya grins widely at his little brother, “Would you look at that? We got something in common, Shortcake.”

’Shortcake?’ Shouto thought. He quickly brushed it off and looked back at his phone. “You listen to Minecraft songs, too?”

Touya glares at him.

Shouto’s face turns red from slight embarrassment.

”Weezer, My Chem-“ Touya goes on to list a couple of more bands. A few of them Shouto listens to, some others he doesn’t. “Used to love all of that back when I was your age.”

Shouto’s eyes sparkled, “Really?! My friend Bakugo makes fun of me for listening to this stuff! It’s so awesome that my brother does too, haha!” He began to stim from excitement, his hands twitching, and he was giggling. “This is so cool!”

”Whoever this Bakugo guy is, he doesn’t understand good music.” Touya pressed a couple buttons on his phone and turns the volume up, allowing Shouto to listen to some music. Shouto never heard this song before, but the person playing the guitar was way too good to be unheard of.

”What band is this?” He asks softly.

Touya grins again, “My band. We’re called Vanguard.”

Shouto tilts his head, “Vanguard?”

”We were The League at first, but people kept asking us what we were the league of.” Touya chuckles and turns the volume up to its max, and he went on to talk more about his band.

Shouto began dozing off, focusing more on the music instead of Touya’s words. Then, he suddenly heard something that caught his attention.

“Our drummer quit. His mental health started deteriorating.” Touya sighed, “We didn’t look for a new drummer out of respect, so we just… disbanded.” 

Shouto was devastated, he was looking forward to possibly hearing the band in person, maybe when he was a bit older. Touya shrugs it off and pulls into the driveway of their house.

“Welp. We’re home.” He sighs.

Shouto tugs on his sleeve, not saying anything but the disappointment was etched all over his face.

Touya chuckled and ruffled his hair, “Hey now, Shortcake. If you really liked Vanguard that much, I can play a few songs for you. Just a one-on-one personal concert. How does that sound?”

“Promise?!” Shouto whined, tugging some more.

”Hah- why not? I miss playing music.” Touya steps out of the car and watches Shouto do the same, “A few of my stuff is still in the moving truck, so you’ll have to wait a bit.”

Shouto froze for a second, “…Moving truck?”

”Hm?” Touya raises an eyebrow, “Oh. I’m not just visiting. I’m moving back in. Just until I’ve gotten a new job and can move out again. Probably be a while, though.”

He turned around and went inside, leaving Shouto alone with his thoughts on the front yard. He didn’t really know why nobody told him that Touya will be living with them. 

A week has gone by and Shouto was starting to get used to having another brother live with him. Touya wasn’t anything like Natsuo. In fact, he was somewhat of a bully.

He often teased Shouto for narrating over Minecraft videos. Not in the way Natsuo would, but in a way where it stung. 

He eats all of the snacks that are labeled with Shouto’s name, which really irked him because he’s picky with texture. 

What really upsets Shouto the most is that Touya has no house keeping etiquette. His room is covered with clothes. Some dirty, some clean, but equally as gross. When their parents aren’t home, he smokes with the door closed, but Natsu and Shouto could still smell it. 

But he wasn’t always a bully. He had his nice moments. Shouto seemed to have forgotten that there was an even bigger bully in the family.

Enji.

”Crap like this is pointless!” Enji shouts at the top of his lungs, yanking Shouto’s sketchbook and pointing to a drawing he made recently, “Stick to what’s really meaningful!”

”G-give that back!” Shouto stuttered, too afraid to actually stand up and take back what’s his.

”Come on, be a man!” Enji growled, “You can’t even stand up for yourself?!”

Natsuo was cowered in a corner, equally as afraid of Enji. His mind wanted to jump in, but his body prevented him from doing so. 

Rei needed a break from Enji, so she’s been staying with her parents for the past month. She knew her eldest son was back home and promised to visit at some point, but no one would be surprised if she didn’t come visit at all.

Fuyumi was living on-campus in a dorm. She made sure to stay on top of her grades so she could have a full scholarship, not worrying about having to go depend on her Dad, or herself, to pay the tuition and boarding fee. She has also yet to come see Touya.

It was just a house of men. And in moments like these, it felt like every man was for himself.

”Dad, please give it back!” Shouto cried, weakly going up to Enji just to get shoved back.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Enji’s shoulder. “Alright, big guy. Why don’t you give back his book?”

’Touya.’ Shouto thought to himself

Enji was filled with rage, “Take one good look at yourself. Your hair, your piercings, and you have the nerve to speak to me like that?!”

Touya shrugs, “You’re all talk. You won’t do shit.”

Oh he knew that was wrong. There was a reason why both women of their family left the home. Enji punches Touya without warning, right in the stomach, grinning as he falls to his knees. He glares at Shouto and throws the sketchbook right at his face before stomping out of the room. Luckily the pages slapped against the face, rather than the spine of the book or the cover. Otherwise, his nose would’ve been bleeding.

Natsuo ran to both of them, fighting back his tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t help!”

Touya was groaning but managed to say, “Don’t be sorry about a thing.” Through gritted teeth and a forced smile. “Shou? You alright?”

”Mhm!” He nods, tears filling up in his eyes. No one’s actually stood up for him like that except for Rei. He hugs Touya and sobs, “Thank you, Touya-nii…”

All Touya did was hug him back, pulling Natsuo in as well.

”So… who’s that supposed to be?” Touya asks, pointing at one of Shouto’s drawings.

After things calmed down, Natsuo locked himself in his room, leaving the other two brothers alone. Touya decided to take the time to actually be nice to Shouto.

”I uh… he’s no one. Just a random person I drew.” Shouto’s face turned pink, his drawings weren’t the best.

”He looks pretty badass. Give him a few piercings on his ears.” Touya points to his own ear as a reference.

Shouto nods and does just that, smiling widely at how the piercings turned out.

”See! I know what I’m talking about!” Touya looks at the drawing in awe, “Now if you give him black hair, he’d be just like me.”

The drawing was not supposed to be of Touya. It really was just a random person. He still took his pencil and scribbled the hair in, leaving some parts blank to indicate that the hair had been dyed. Touya smirks at the drawings and playfully shoves Shouto. “You’re a little artist!”

Shouto was all flustered, giggling and covering how red his face got. His laughing slowly subsided as he noticed Touya going quiet.

”Listen, Shortcake…” Touya whispers, “I know how shitty Dad is. I want you to know you can always come to me if you need someone to kick-it with, got it?”

Shouto nods, his eyes were wide from the sudden change of tone. Apart of him was upset that it took so long for him to start forming a real bond with Touya, but the other part of him was saying “Better late than never.”

“I’m always here for you, Shou. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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“It’s not just Minecraft, I like playing Roblox too.” Shouto said in the car. 

It was a weekend. A few days after Touya stood up to Enji. Touya was less of a bully and made an effort to get to know Shouto and Natsuo more. Well, more with Shouto since he already knew Natsuo well enough. 

“I used to like Five Nights at Freddy’s when I was younger. But I thought the third game was too scary…” Shouto fiddled around with the seatbelt, “And I didn’t think the games after that were important.”

”Wow, you really are a geek.” Touya laughed as he pulled up in front of a store. The sign outside read “Outcast Depot.” 

The store itself had a weird vibe to it. The entrance was covered with flyers. Shouto squinted his eyes to get a closer look and saw that most of them were missing posters. It scared him a little, he didn’t think that people were going missing at such a high rate. 

“You wait in here, Shortcake.” Touya gave him a pat on his shoulder and hopped out of the car. As he made his way inside the store, Shouto watched as he readjusted his belt and pants. It was a normal action, no intention of being inappropriate. But it made Shouto feel a little funny. 

He looked at the window of the store and noticed that it had baby dolls taped onto it. But the baby dolls had been ruined. Shaved heads, gouged-out eyes, some of them had their clothes torn off and painted over with red or black paint. Next to the collection of mutilated babies was a large skeleton wearing all-leather clothes with metal studs in them. 

“Are they… going for a theme?” Shouto asked himself. It was no surprise someone like Touya would go shop there.

He’s been in the car for thirty minutes, he was tired of counting all the people that walked by. Touya was taking forever, and Shouto didn’t understand why he’d just leave him behind like that. Wasn’t he trying to make an effort to bond with him? 

Shouto got out of the car and walked up the stairs leading to the entrance. The stairs smelled like marijuana and cat piss, and was littered with empty bottles and wrappers. 

Once he made it to the door, he examined the flyers. Yup, missing people posters. But the descriptions were… unusual. The heights would either be too small or too tall for a regular young adult. If their height was fine, the rest of their description wouldn’t match what was in the photo.

For example, one of the “missing people” had purple hair in their picture. But the description says they had green hair. Another person had blue eyes, but the description says the eyes were brown. It was rather odd. 

He went past the door quietly and his breath was caught in his throat. The store was filled with band merchandise ranging from t-shirts, to back packs, to wristbands. There were also some gag gifts scattered around the place.

Shouto saw Touya at the cash register, talking to a worker who was rather fit with blond hair. He ran back out and hid behind the door to listen in on their conversation.

”Yeah, used to be the lead guitarist and singer in my band.” Touya said in a cocky voice. “Vanguard. You might’ve heard of us.”

”Ah! Matter of fact, I think I did.” The other man’s voice caused Shouto to have butterflies.

”Wait- really?!” Touya gasped. For some reason, Shouto didn’t like how excited he got.

”Pfft, no! I only lied because you’re sexy as fuck.”

”Hnngh…” Shouto clenched his fist.

There was some silence for a little while, and then Touya finally spoke up again.

”That hurt, ya know?” Touya pouts, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Shouto peaked into the room, watching what happens next. The blond man leaned over the counter, getting close to Touya’s face.

”Let me kiss it better, then.” The blond man winked. 

Touya got even closer and whispered, “I think I’d like that.”

Nope. Shouto did not want to see what happens next. So while his brother was making out with a complete stranger, he slid past the door once more and walked around. Getting a better look this time.

As he kept walking, he saw a red curtain in the very back of the room. He knew he shouldn’t go through it, but something in his brain was telling him to just do it. So Shouto took a deep breath and quickly goes through it, exhaling once he made it to the other side.

Immediately, his face goes pale with disgust. There were various types of sex toys and even some lingerie. He turned around and saw a shelf full of books. Based on everything else in the room, he already knew these “books” were either hentai or porn magazines. Shouto ran out of the room, tripping over his own feet and falling right on his chest.

The cashier pulled away from the make-out session with Touya and ran over to Shouto, yanking him up by his arm.

”What the fuck, kid?!” He raised his voice, causing Shouto to flinch. “Did you go past that curtain?! Kids aren’t allowed in there!”

”I- uhm- I just-“ Shouto’s eyes began tearing up and his legs shook from fear, he tried pulling his arm back but the man’s grip only tightened.

”I’m sure you saw those flyers outside.” His voice gets lower, “Guess we’re about to have another missing person…”

Shouto sobs loudly and successfully pulls away from him. He cries at the top of his lungs and runs over to Touya, tackling him in a hug then hiding behind him. “Touya-nii, I’m sorry! I didn’t know kids weren’t allowed there! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

”I dunno…” Touya mumbles, staring at the cashier, “I did tell you to stay in the car, didn’t I? That was one rule you broke. And you went to the adult’s section. That’s two rules.”

Shouto shoves his face against Touya’s back and wails, “I don’t wanna go missing!”

The cashier began laughing so loud, he had to catch his breath. “THAT’S your brother?! Holy fuck, you’re right! The kid’s a fucking pussy!”

Shouto’s cries subsided and he peeked out. “You called me a pussy, Touya?”

”Hell yeah I did. Plus, you’re not going missing, you idiot.” Touya grabs Shouto and pulls him off his back, pushing him towards the cashier. “Keigo, this is Shouto.”

”Hey there.” Keigo waved. “The ‘missing people’ are either underaged assholes who sneak to the back, like you, or overaged assholes who like to shoplift.”

”Like me.” Touya laughs.

”We put them up as missing posters because it’s funny.” Keigo explained, “But we created fake descriptions and names for the people otherwise we’d get into legal trouble.”

Touya crouches down and whispers in Shouto’s ear, “But if you know how to make a guy cum in less than three minutes, they’ll make you an exception.”

Keigo and Shouto’s face goes red at the same time. 

“You can’t just say that shit to your brother!” Keigo shouts. “Fucking Hell… just get out. I’m not making a poster of this heterochromia eyed rat.”

”You’re mean.” Shouto whispered, luckily Keigo didn’t hear him.

Touya stands up straight and wraps his arm around Shouto, making his way to the exit. “See you tonight, Keigo?”

”Sure.” He winks.

Shouto was awfully quiet during the car ride home. He felt disgusted and… another unknown feeling. He didn’t know what to do with the image in his mind, the image of Touya and Keigo doing something so, to a child’s mind, gross. 

“Should’ve stayed in the car.” Touya said, “Don’t worry, at least Keigo didn’t turn you into a missing flyer.”

“You said you shoplifted.” Shouto said disappointedly. 

“Huh? Oh right, I did. The first day I came back, actually. Right before picking you up from school.” When Touya reached a stoplight, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a keychain of a bloody, beaten up Santa Claus. “Stole this.”

”And then you said you…” Shouto got all flustered.

”I fucked his brains out until he was a drooling mess.” Touya kept himself from moaning just thinking about it. He clearly did not care that he was saying this to his middle school aged brother. “To stay away from trouble when getting caught, you just need a good dick.”

That was all Shouto needed to hear. He was feeling uncomfortable by the second. Touya seemed to pick up on this, so he quickly put on his playlist, blasting some music he knew Shouto would like. It helped change the mood, but the image of Touya in such an intimate moment was practically burned into Little Shouto’s mind.

”Hey, Shortcake!” Touya called from his bedroom. “Get over here!” 

Shouto paused his video game and ran up the stairs on all four’s, giggling at the sensation, just to keep running in that position once he made it to the top.

It caught Touya off guard when Shouto barged into his room looking like a dog ready to play fetch. “Calm down… weirdo.”

Shouto was still giggling, brushing off the insult and standing up straight, “What’s wrong, Touya?”

He pulled out a bag, it had the logo of the shop they were in earlier, Outcast Depot. He rummaged through it and pulled out a toy bow that came with fake arrows. They were made to look exactly like the ones in Minecraft.

Shouto’s eyes lit up and he squealed with joy, jumping up and hugging Touya.

Touya hugged Shouto back, “They mostly sell band merch, but there’s also a small video games section.”

”What made you buy me this?!” Shouto’s voice was filled with excitement, he wanted to go out to the backyard and start playing as soon as possible.

There was a long pause until Touya starts to hold Shouto closer, running his hand up and down his back. Even stroking his hair a little. He wasn’t saying anything, and his quietness scared him.

”Touya…?”

The hug was… warm. Shouto hadn’t been hugged like this since Rei went to go visit her parents. He hesitated, but kept hugging Touya back. Their chests were pressed together and they could feel each other’s heartbeats.

That’s when he suddenly groans and falls back on the bed, pulling Shouto down with him.

”Hey!” Shouto yelps, but he doesn’t fight back. Touya stayed in that position, keeping him in a bear hug. 

“I’ve just been so mean to you, ya know?” He says in a soft voice. “I forgot that even you have to deal with Dad. You deserve some kindness once in a while.”

Shouto smiles and pulls away from the hug, now sitting up. “Natsuo’s cool. Fuyumi calls me almost everyday. And my friends are nice, too!”

”Yeah, but, you don’t need another person making things difficult for you.” Touya’s fingers ran through Shouto’s hair some more, it was making him uncomfortable again but he was too scared to say anything. “I promise to be a better brother from here on out.”

”It’s okay, Touya-nii.” Shouto smiled, “Big brothers are supposed to be mean!”

Touya laughs, “Whatever makes you feel better.”

“WOOSH!!!” Shouto shoots one arrow at his ceiling, laughing at how the arrow just bounces off. “WOOSH!!!”

He kept doing this over and over until one of the arrows bounced off the ceiling and hit him on the forehead. Luckily, they didn’t hurt at all. It did however, startle him, causing him to fall back and landing on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling with a surprised looking before laughing some more, “I wish Touya got to see that!”

‘Hm… Touya.’ Shouto thought to himself. ‘I wonder if he’s asleep.’

He slid on his indoor slippers and walked out into the hallway, using his phone as a light source so he doesn’t fall. Natsuo and Enji were both asleep, so he needed to be extra careful not waking them up. If he woke Natsuo up, it would be fine after a few minutes. But Enji?

Yeah, he’d get to stay home for a week but at what cost? A missing tooth?

He was only a mere few inches from Touya’s door and saw light from underneath. He smiled to himself and clutched onto the bow and arrow, planning to barge in and shoot one at him. That’s when he heard slight creaking noises.

At first, Shouto thought someone was creeping up behind him, so he turned around with a frightened look. But nobody was there except for him.

”We’re haunted… Fuyumi was right!” Shouto cried. 

The creaking noises can be heard again, but this time Shouto could tell they were from Touya’s room.

**SMUT STARTS**

Shouto went up to Touya’s door, waiting to see if he could hear anything else.

”Keep it down…” He heard Touya say, “I think someone’s awake.”

’He’s talking to someone!’ Shouto covered his mouth in fear, sweating bullets and hoping Touya didn’t get up to open the door. Which was ironic, since the reason he was here was so could hang out with him.

”Wouldn’t that make things hotter? Having a little audience.” The other person’s voice sounded a lot similar to the man Touya was talking to earlier. Keigo, was it? He sounded like he was trying to catch his breath.

”Of course a slutty thing like you would want that.” Touya growled, and suddenly Shouto could hear skin slapping together.

Shouto’s breath hitched as he began to get an idea on what was happening.

”Fuck, Touya! Touya! Aghh-“ Keigo was moaning at the top of his lungs, causing Shouto’s anxiety to increase. What if Enji woke up?! 

Shouto noticed the keyhole in the door. Curiosity was getting the best of him. He got on his knees and pressed his eye against it, it was like his body had a mind of its own. He couldn’t get a perfect view, but it was enough for him.

Touya was standing with his knees slightly bent while Keigo was grabbing onto the bed for dear life. His back was arched, the lower half of his body was hanging off the bed, only being held up by the hips thanks to Touya. 

Keigo’s body was lightly tanned except for his ass which was still pale. It wasn’t a huge difference in skin tone but it was noticeable. 

“Look at your cute ass…” Touya moaned, Shouto watched as he spanked Keigo. “So needy, so fuckable.”

Keigo was practically flailing around as Touya’s hips started pistoning back and forth. Shouto squinted a little and held back a gasp when he saw how big Touya’s cock was. His cock was almost the size of Shouto’s forearm and had so many piercings. His pubic hair was still white and he had a happy trail. His body had so many tattoos, Shouto can’t imagine how he was able to handle all that pain. 

“That’s perfect, oh fuck, this angle, TOUYA!” Keigo’s mouth got covered as Touya kept pounding him in that angle. Shouto tried moving around to see if he can see how Keigo’s cock, or his face, looked as Touya was practically abusing his ass at this point. Since he was only looking through the key hole, he had trouble finding any luck. It irritated him.

”Fucking whore, do you want my Dad to hear us?” Touya snarls, his hips moving faster now.

Keigo’s voice was muffled. Shouto watches as his entire body convulses until it suddenly stops. Touya lets go of his hips and watches as Keigo falls to the floor.

”Get on the bed.” Touya said, “I’ll lick your ass, but after that you gotta go.”

”Charming.” Keigo said sarcastically but did as he was told.

Shouto pouted. With the new position he and Touya were in, all Shouto could see was Touya’s back and Keigo’s legs lightly kicking up and down. The show was practically over now.

“Huh…” Shouto whispers and looks down. “My weenie… why is it-“

Shouto flicked his tiny boner. It was sticking out from his sleeping shorts and was painfully obvious. The sudden pleasure shooting through his body caused him to squeal loudly. 

“Did you hear that?!” Keigo panicked from the other side of the door.

Shouto covered his mouth again and ran to his bedroom, hiding under the covers. He was hyperventilating, scared for his life. He pulled his shorts down a little and stared at his boner. 

“Go down, weenie.” He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes, “Please, please, please!”

Personally, he never had a boner. But Bakugo always made jokes about dicks and “getting hard.” According to him, touching your boner would make it go away. Clearly that wasn’t the case for Shouto a few minutes ago. All it did was cause him to make a strange noise. He was too afraid to take Bakugo’s advice, so he shut his eyes tightly and prayed his cock would go back down.

”Why me?” Shouto whispered.

Suddenly, he heard a loud thud in the backyard and some leaves ruffling. He jumped out from his bed, wincing as his boner jiggled under his shorts. He made his way to the window and peaked through the curtains.

”Shit!” He heard Keigo from a distance. It looked like he tried climbing out from Touya’s window just to end up falling into a bush.

Keigo brushed off his pants, and pulled some leaves out from his hair before running away from the property and dashing down the street. 

“Weirdo.” Shouto scoffs. At this point, his boner successfully went away. “Hooray!”

He did a little dance in the middle of his room. It was pretty adorable until you find out why he was dancing. 

Footsteps could be heard from the hallway, and the dancing stopped immediately. Once again, Shouto went under his bedsheets and pretended to be asleep. 

Touya slowly opens up the door. “Shouto? Were you awake just now?”

Shouto didn’t budge. He was still fake sleeping. The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand as he felt Touya coming closer to his bed.

Closer.

And closer.

Until he was face to face with the sleeping child. Shouto felt Touya’s warm breath on his face and was absolutely terrified. Did Touya know he was awake?

”You’re sleeping. Alrighty then.” Touya sighed and walked out of the room as mysteriously as he came in.

Shouto let out a sigh of relief and stared at the door, now only slightly open. He had trouble sleeping for the rest of the night. The image of Touya’s cock was burnt into his memory. 

“Huge.” Shouto muttered. He then remembered Keigo’s asshole being forced to accommodate Touya’s girth and he winced. “Can something like that even fit inside me?”

It was a scary thought. He could tell Keigo must’ve felt pain. 

So he spent the rest of the night staring at the door, hoping Touya wouldn’t come back in.

Chapter Text

Shouto could barely keep his eyes open, he didn’t sleep at all last night. He stared up at his ceiling, contemplating the things he heard a few hours ago. Then, something alarmed him.

”Touya, you’re burning the eggs!” Natsuo shouted from the kitchen.

Shouto jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, tripping but catching himself just in time. On his way to the kitchen, he found a half empty bottle of water. He grabbed it and ran to his brothers.

”What, you don’t like crispy eggs?” Touya asked sarcastically, laughing at how panicked Natsuo looked.

Shouto, without thinking, uncapped the bottle and threw the water at the stove, extinguishing the fire and drenching the eggs in a gross layer of water.

”What the fuck, Shouto?!” Touya shouts, Natsuo held a laugh in.

”He looks so scared!” Natsuo snickered.

”I… I um…” Shouto’s eyes twitched. There wasn’t a fire, not a serious one at least. Just a lot of smoke. “I’m sorry.”

”For fuck’s sake.” Touya grunts, putting the wet egg on a plate and shoving it in Shouto’s hands, “Natsu and I get to eat the normal eggs. You get to eat whatever the hell this is.”

Natsuo nods in agreement, taking another plate with a sunny-side up egg and walking over to the breakfast table. Touya follows right behind him.

Shouto stares at the gross egg, throwing it in the trash and washing the plate. “Where’s Dad, anyways?”

”Huh? Dad?” Natsuo shoves food in his mouth.

”Don’t speak of him or you’re not having lunch.” Touya threatens.

Older brothers. Great.

Shouto pours himself a bowl of cereal and sits at the table with them, “Okay but where did he go?”

”Off a cliff, hopefully.” Natsuo mumbles, causing Touya to laugh.

”You’re so funny, it makes me almost feel bad for spitting in your egg!” He says, “Almost.”

Natsuo spat his eggs out and rubbed a napkin on his tongue, “I HATE YOU!”

Touya was slapping his knee now, catching his breath from all the laughing, “I’M LYING! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”

Natsuo stomped to the sink while gagging to rinse out his mouth. He didn’t trust him at all. Touya turns to Shouto and smirks at him as well.

”Wanna know where I did spit, though?” He asks, in a very low voice.

Shouto’s eyes widen with disgust, but he tries to change the subject. “Where did Dad go?”

Touya leans in, a little too close for comfort now. “I spat right in Keigo’s mouth last night. And his on his pretty little pink hole.”

Shouto’s face scrunches up and he backs away from Touya, “Shut up.”

”Told him to shut up too.” Touya adds, pulling Shouto back to him, “Didn’t want him waking anyone up.”

Shouto stared at his cereal, he just wanted to eat in peace. That might not be the case today, though.

”But…” Touya tapped a finger on the table, “Blond fuck didn’t listen. Screamed like a whore, guess that’s just how good my dick is.”

“Touya, leave me alone.” Shouto whined, shutting his eyes as he remembers the way Keigo moaned.

”I’m sure he must’ve woken someone up. Don’t you agree, Shortcake?”

Shouto could practically hear the smirk. That was when he felt him grabbing his thigh. 

“Cut the shit. I know you were up last night.” Touya’s whispering tickled Shouto, his hot breath making him feel something he never felt in his life, except for the previous night.

Shouto yelled, “I wasn’t awake! Leave me alone!” He slapped his hand onto the table, causing the utensils to shake and clatter.

Natsuo looked up from the sink and turned around, “Touya you smell like marijuana, the baby doesn’t need you all up on him.”

Touya chuckled and backed away from Shouto, his personality going back to normal. “He’s not no baby. Are you, Shou?”

He shook his head.

Natsuo walked out of the kitchen and took his sweater off the coat hanger. Once he threw it on, he put on both of his shoes and unlocked the door.

”Where the hell are you going?” Touya raised his voice.

”To my girlfriend’s house!” Natsuo responded, “At least some of us are able to talk to women!”

Before Touya can argue with him, Natsuo left the house and closed the door. 

It was just Shouto and Touya now.

A deer and a wolf.

”Just us now… right, Shortcake?” Touya grins.

”Mhm.” Shouto doesn’t finish the rest of his cereal. He throws it out, and washes his bowl, not realizing that Touya was following right behind him.

”You threw your egg out as well.” His voice terrified Shouto, “I’m worried you aren’t eating enough. That’s not good for a growing boy.”

“What do you want, Touya?” Shouto grunts. “I told you, I wasn’t awake last night!”

”Hey, that’s not what I’m on about this time! Haven’t heard from Dad since yesterday, and Natsuo’s out. Since it’s just us, why don’t you and I do something?”

Shouto slowly turns to him and raises an eyebrow, “Together? Like what?”

Touya shrugs, “You’re usually playing different Roblox games, right? Why don’t you show me your favorite one?”

Something sparkled in Shouto’s eyes and he awkwardly smiled, “Really?”

Touya pats his shoulder, “Why not? You can use my computer, if you want.”

Shouto gasped softly. Touya had a really impressive computer, he was sure it would be great for gaming. The excitement took over, he practically forgot what he saw last night and ran over to Touya’s room.

When he made it inside, he froze. It still smelled like sweat from having rough sex. But when Touya came in, he wasn’t phased, as if he’d gone nose blind to the smell.

”Welp…” Touya bends down, leaning over his computer table and typing the password in. He wiggled his hips, giving Shouto something to look at. Shouto couldn’t help but stare from the corner of his eyes. 

‘Touya has a nice ass.’ He thought to himself before yelping and slapping his hand over his mouth as if he said it out loud.

“Everything alright, Shortcake?” Touya looks over his shoulder and Shouto swore he arched his back a little.

“I’m okay! Just… bit my tongue!” He forced a smile and a thumbs up. He had no idea his face was almost as red as the left side of his hair.

Touya, still in the same position, smiles at him before standing up straight. “Computer’s ready. Just log into your Roblox account and do whatever it is kids do these days.”

Shouto swallowed and nodded, sitting down on the chair. His hands shook while he typed out his username and password. He felt Touya’s presence right next to him.

”You can bring a chair from my room, Touya-Nii.” He offered, hoping it’ll give him some time by himself.

Touya sighs and places both his hands on Shouto’s shoulders, now behind the chair instead of right next to it. “I’m doing just fine right here.”

”…Alright.” Shouto nods and joins an obby game on Roblox.

(An obby is basically the Roblox version of parkour / obstacle course.)

Touya wasn’t saying anything. He was just watching as Shouto kept failing each level, having to start over, and over, and over again.

After some time, Touya leans down and whispers in his ear, “Take it easy, okay? I hope I’m not making you… uncomfortable.”

”You’re not! Not at all! I’m usually not this bad.” Shouto groans, taking a break from the game and going over to the Customize Avatar page, “My avatar looks like Steve.”

“Who the fuck is Steve?” Touya asks, his tone a little meaner than he intended.

”M-minecraft-“

”Ah shut up.” Touya grunts. “Did you spend money on this game?”

Shouto’s face goes pink from embarrassment and his body tenses up. Touya notices this and starts to slowly massage Shouto’s shoulders.

”Nuh uh.” Shouto lies, but Touya could practically feel his body heating up. 

”Shou… tell me the truth.” Touya whispers again, his massages continue.

”I… I took Dad’s card one day when he was drunk.” Shouto’s voice squeaked. “I spent a lot of money, I- I don’t remember how much.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Touya sighs, his voice deep once again, “Shouto, I thought you were a good kid. But you’re stealing from Dad, now?”

Shouto stammers, “You would too! So would Natsuo!”

”Yeah, well Natsu and I are both jackasses. You? Mom calls you her sweet angel. Fuyumi, on the rare occasion she’s home, spoils you and pretty much calls you her baby.”

Shouto’s throat dries up, “I was really tempted, please don’t tell Dad! He never found out about it!”

Touya snickers, “Oh, why not? You’re right, I would steal his money. But I’d be upfront about it.”

Shouto began panicking, “You’re all grown up now! You can just run out whenever you want to, I’d be stuck with him!”

”You have a point. But what would I get out of this?” Touya raises his eyebrow. He takes his hands off of Shouto’s shoulders and turns the chair around to face him. “Not telling Dad benefits you, but how would it benefit me?”

He was on the verge of crying now. Shouto can already feel his Dad’s fury, punching him and pulling his hair for stealing his money on a stupid kid’s game. He didn’t want to go to school with bruises on him, Midoriya and Bakugo are the only ones who know about Enji’s violent tendencies.

“If that piece of shit hits you again, I’ll go over there myself and beat the fuck out of him!” Bakugo said during recess one day.

”My Mom is a social worker!” Izuku forced a small smile on his face, “I’m sure she could help you find a good home, maybe you can even stay with us!”

Shouto began sobbing, snot running down his nose as he slowly went from soft sobs, to loud crying. “Please don’t tell Dad! Please, Touya!”

Touya laughs at the pathetic crying, “It wouldn’t do any good for me at all! Stop with the waterworks, that won’t do shit.”

Shouto brought his hands to his mouth, trying to calm himself down. “Dad’s gonna hurt me, he’s gonna punch me and it’s gonna bruise!”

“Yeah, he tends to do that.” Touya nods, but his voice was laced with sarcasm. “I won’t tell Dad, but you gotta do something for me in return.”

”Huh…?”

A sick smile was plastered on Touya’s face, “Get on the bed and give me a show.”

Shouto’s face went pale, “What… What do you mean by that?”

“Quit with the act!” Touya smacked the side of Shouto’s head, but it didn’t seem playful this time. As if he was actually irritated, “I know you watched me fuck Keigo last night, you sick perv!”

Shouto grabbed the side of his head and cried, “I DIDN’T!”

”Then what’s…” Touya walked over to his drawer and took out a tiny star-shaped charm. “…This?!”

”What-“ Shouto looked at his wrist. He always wore a small bracelet Midoriya made for him. It had a tiny star charm on it, Izuku claimed it was for good luck. “My charm!”

Shouto reached out to take it back from Touya, but he only raised his hand up high so Shouto couldn’t reach it.

”You weren’t watching me, right?” Touya snarls, “So why the fuck was this outside my door?”

Shouto’s bottom lip trembled, it was time he gave in. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep and wanted to play with you… I didn’t know you had a guest over.”

Touya glares at him, throwing the charm out the window.

”TOUYA!!!”

***SMUT STARTS HERE***

”Get on the fucking bed.” His voice was raspy now, and there was a dark look in his eyes.

He shook his head, “Please, I don’t want-“

”You wanna get your ass beat by Dad?” Touya takes his phone out, finding Enji’s contact information. “No clue where that bastard is, but he’ll run back home in seconds if he finds out what you did.”

Shouto whimpered in fear, “Please…”

”Bed.”

He had no choice. Either get his ass beat by Enji or ‘put on a show’ like Touya ordered. He didn’t know what that meant, but at the same time he had an idea. With shaky legs, he got up and stumbled to Touya’s bed, sitting in the center while tears continued going down his face. 

Touya sat at the foot of his bed, eyeing Shouto’s body as be trembled. “Tell me… have you fucked anyone? Or get fucked?”

”No.” Shouto didn’t hesitate with that at all. It was the truth, he was never intimate with anybody.

”That better be the truth.” Touya mumbles and pulls at Shouto’s pants, “Take these off.”

Shouto squealed, “NO! No please, I don’t wanna get f-fu-“ He struggled to say that word. He kept himself from puking whether it be from fear or disgust or both.

”I ain’t fucking you.” Touya said, “Just take these off.” 

Shouto sobbed but didn’t budge. He continued his crying until Touya smacked him in the face.

”Take them off or I’ll convince Dad to take them off for you!” Touya snarled.

”Dad wouldn’t do that! He’s mean but he isn’t… he just wouldn’t!” Shouto protested, but began unbuttoning his jeans.

”You don’t know what that son of a bitch would do. You and Natsuo were raised by a different version of Enji Todoroki. Why do you think Fuyumi and I moved out as soon as we did?” Touya whispered, implying something that made Shouto want to die right then and there.

“What are you saying?” Shouto whispered, pulling his jeans down revealing his boxer briefs. They were blue with pastel stars scattered around them, giving him an innocent vibe. 

“Maybe someday you’ll know. But not today.” Touya’s mouth was watering at the sight of Shouto’s boxers, “Look at that… fucking adorable.”

Shouto crosses his legs, “Can’t we do something else? I’ll do all your chores for a week!”

”Pfft, chores. I’m 20.” Touya slid a finger under Shouto’s waistband, “Pull these down too or I will.”

“Look away!”

”No.”

Shouto gulped, his hands shook again as he pulled his boxers down, his breath hitches and heart pounds as his flaccid cock is hit by the cool air. “Yuck…”

Touya stands up and takes his phone out to record. “Alright. Start.”

Shouto shrieked and covered his penis, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”

”What’s wrong, with you?” Touya slapped Shouto’s hands away, zooming the camera in on his crotch. “No hair? Hmph. Give it a year or two.

Shouto was bawling his eyes out now, he felt violated and helpless, his cock looked like it was going softer- if that was even possible. Breathing was getting hard for him, he was hyperventilating and the more he stared at the camera, the harder it was to keep it together.

Touya places his hand on his own crotch, “I said start.”

Shouto flapped his hands around in a frenzied panic, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

Touya froze for a second, staring at Shouto’s cock, “You don’t know how to jack off?”

”Um…” Shouto flicks his cock just like he did the previous night. He winces in pain and bit down on his lip, “No…”

”Ugh. Spit in your palm.” Touya grits his teeth, “Come on, don’t keep me waiting.”

Shouto’s lip trembles before he spits, gagging in disgust as he looks at Touya for the next step.

”Now wrap your hand around your dick.” Touya starts unbuckling his own pants, pulling them down and kicking them off. He begins palming himself through his boxers as he watches Shouto.

Shouto on the other hand, was hesitant at first. He tried thinking about what Bakugo said about masturbating and closed his eyes. He let out a shaky whine when his wet palm made contact with his cock. It didn’t feel good yet, but it didn’t hurt either. It was weird to feel his own saliva on himself. He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at Touya, his expression filled with betrayal and shame.

”Now what?”

He didn’t realize that while his eyes were closed, Touya took his cock out. He was half-hard and his piercings weren’t there. Maybe he imagined them? It was pretty late at night, after all. Touya starts stroking himself very slowly, causing Shouto to stare in shock. 

“Do what I’m doing.” Touya bites down on his lip as well, his eyes half-closed as he gets off on Shouto’s lack of experience.

Shouto stares at Touya’s hand, examining the movements. He starts copying him, moving his small hand up and down the soft length. His eyes moves up from Touya’s cock to his eyes and he tilts his head.

”Am I doing it right?” He asked, the fear still in his voice, but the tears were dry now.

Touya moans softly, and Shouto was caught off guard by the small amount of white liquid beading up at his tip. “You tell me, Shortcake. How do you feel?”

”Um…” Shouto kept moving his hand, he still wasn’t feeling anything from what he was doing. He just felt weird smearing his saliva everywhere. “I don’t feel anything.” 

Touya zooms in on Shouto’s hand, “I think you’re grabbing yourself too tightly. Loosen your grip.”

Shouto lets go of his cock and spits in his hand again without being told to. He heard Touya chuckle and took it as a sign of approval. Shouto wraps his hand around himself again, this time with a looser grip as he starts stroking himself again. He felt his face heating up and throat drying. 

Touya smiles and strokes his own cock faster “Is that better? I bet it must feel nice, yeah?”

Before he could respond, Shouto felt something change. His cock was beginning to harden and his thighs were twitching. He had the urge to spread his legs but didn’t understand why. Something was crawling up his throat now, like he needed to make a noise. 

Touya saw this and knew what was happening. Shouto was starting to feel good from the sensation. “Come on, Shou. Look at the camera.”

Shouto looks up into the camera and opens his mouth to say something, probably to tell Touya to stop recording. Instead, a soft moan came out. Tears formed in his eyes and he tried his best to keep them from spilling.

Touya was laughing at Shouto now. Not a small chuckle, or a soft smile with a sigh, he was full on laughing. “Look at you! Getting hard watching your big brother jerk off and teaching you how to masturbate. Being a pervert must run in the family.”

Shouto sobbed and the tears he was trying to hold back finally came out, “S-stop recording me! I never felt like this before and I’m scared!”

”Hmm…” Touya moved around until he was between Shouto’s legs. He brought the camera lower, showing his body sprawled out. From this angle, you could see his incredibly tight, untouched asshole as well as the real length of his cock- it was the same size as his palm. 

Shouto attempted to close his legs, but Touya stopped him. His eyes focused on the screen of his phone as Shouto worked himself. Work himself to what, exactly? He doesn’t know, but he could feel something building up slowly and it scared him.

Touya moved around again, the camera still capturing all of Shouto’s body, but now his own cock was in the frame. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Tell me how good it feels.”

Shouto lolled his tongue out as his hand moved faster, “I just wanna stop this…”

Touya started moving his hips in time with his strokes, “We can’t stop now! You haven’t even told the camera why you’re in this situation.”

His voice squeaks, “Why would I do that?!”

”So I can have something to masturbate to later.” Touya smacks Shouto’s thigh, “Go on, tell future-me what’s got you in this mess.”

Shouto’s cock was turning red instead of his usual pink color. Touya assumed he was getting close so he grabs onto Shouto’s wrist.

”You can’t fucking cum until I’m satisfied.” Touya growls, “And definitely not until you speak.”

“I… I stole.” Shouto turns away from shame, “I stole money from my Dad.”

”No, say Daddy.” Touya demands as he squirts some precum out onto the bedsheets.

Shouto’s hand suddenly went faster as he saw the white liquid dribble down. His voice sounded all small and pouty, “Stole Daddy’s money…” He didn’t know if anyone else would see it, but he hoped it wasn’t Enji, especially since Touya had implied that their father used to force himself on them.

Touya moaned right after Shouto said the word ‘Daddy’ and he began twisting his hand everytime he reaches his base. When his hand went to the top, he’d spend a few seconds rubbing his thumb on his tip. “That’s right, stole from Daddy now your big brother is teaching you a lesson.”

”B-big brother?” Shouto sounded unsure. He knew Touya was his brother, what confused him is why he was referring to himself like that.

Touya moans louder, throwing his head back and his body shook, “Call me that again.”

Shouto’s entire face and neck were red now, Touya’s moans were the hottest thing he’s ever heard, but tried to shake those feelings away. Unfortunately, it was hard to do so when your older brother is sprawled out in front of you. 

“Big Brother,” Shouto was a little more confident now, he felt his balls twitch and his body jolt. Did calling Touya that make him feel good? He tries it again, but in a different way. “Touya-nii!”

Touya practically let out a shout, “FUCK! Say that again! Say how I’m making you feel!” He looks into Shouto’s eyes, his icy blue irises staring deep into his mix-matched ones.

Despite the pleasure growing inside him, Shouto was still humiliated having the camera still on him. He had no idea if Touya would upload the video online, or if he’d go as far as to sell it.

But he continues anyways, “Feels weird nii-san… but a good weird.”

Touya grins as he shuffles onto his knees, no longer touching himself but instead, touches Shouto. It was sudden, catching him off guard.

”Make a sound and I’ll fucking burn you.” Touya threatens, his large hand covering Shouto’s smaller cock as he grinds his palm down.

Shouto squeals and thrashes around, “Too hard! Slow down!”

Touya brings the phone a little closer to his mouth, camera still pointed at Shouto’s crotch. He then mumbles something while still molesting his brother.

”Should’ve started the video with this, but here’s Shouto Todoroki, the one I mentioned.” He says, causing the younger one to freeze up, “My youngest brother. His favorite hobby is playing video games, mainly Minecraft.”

Shouto whispers, “What are you-“

”He’s a weak kid.” Touya continues. His hand went from rubbing to properly stroking Shouto’s cock, smiling as he watches his physical reactions. “He definitely has daddy issues.”

”Stop that!” Shouto suppresses his moans, “Who are you speaking to?!”

Touya licks his lips as he feels Shouto’s innocent cock twitch in his hand, “Virgin, but not for long. Needed his big brother to show him now to jack off.”

Shouto kicks his legs, desperate to get away now more than anything, but Touya sped up his hand. He was no longer mumbling into the microphone.

Something bad was about to happen, something terrible, and Shouto knew it. But his mind was taken off of it when something clear and sticky shot out of his dick. 

“I didn’t mean to do that!” He cried.

Touya didn’t mind at all, he seemed to approve the sudden progress. “Did that feel nice, Shortcake?”

Shouto didn’t respond, he began hyperventilating again. He didn’t know his penis could make clear liquid. He tried slapping his hand away but this time, Touya began twisting his palm like he did when he was touching his own cock.

”Your privates made this sticky stuff because it feels nice.” He explained in a sickeningly sweet tone. “So let’s use our big words now, okay? Tell Touya-nii how it feels.”

Shouto takes a deep breath, “Touya-nii, if I do, will you let go of my… my… my weenie?”

”Pfft!” Touya found the innocent question hilarious, “Maybe. Depends on what happens after.”

He didn’t know what that meant, but holy fuck, he’s never felt this good and scared in his life. Touya’s hand was like magic, introducing him to a whole new world. He started panting like a little bitch in heat, and stared up at the camera with begging eyes.

”I love you, Touya-nii…” Shouto admits with humiliation, but the confession made his stomach tie into a knot, his balls begin to tighten up as well. “I didn’t know my weenie can make sticky stuff!”

Touya tilts his head, “Naughty, you haven’t been paying attention in school then!”

Shouto giggles softly, “I keep thinking about playing on the computer.” His legs shake this time, and he thrusts his hips up into Touya’s hand. “This is so, so, so good!”

Touya’s hand moves even faster, the slick noises echoing off the walls and the room is filled with the smell of Shouto’s sweat, mixed in with the sweat from last night’s fuck session. Touya growls deeply as his cock turns red from edging himself to focus on Shouto’s pleasure. “Bet you never thought of masturbating before. Good, because now, all you’ll be thinking about is this…”

Glimpses of his tongue piercing could be seen, and Shouto imagines Touya’s tongue running all over his body. Up and down his neck, around his nipples, to his belly button, and even his cock. 

Oh, imagining his big brother’s tongue on his inexperienced prick made him squirt out some more precum, his hips thrusts even faster. He imagined Touya staring at him with lustful yet judgmental eyes. That leads him to another thought, would Touya go lower? Would Touya lick him down there like he did with Keigo? 

He whined, wishing he could feel whatever Keigo felt that night, but it didn’t seem like Touya would be going that far. Not tonight at least.

Warmth.

Something begging for release.

”Ah- agh- Touya- what’s happening?!” He cried out, the tears coming back and going down his face. 

Touya laughs, but quickly brings himself together back to his calming tone, “I’ve got ya, Shortcake. I ain’t going anywhere. I’ll take care of you.”

”It hurts!” Shouto squealed, “But… feels good.”

”Just let it happen baby, so cute, all for me.” Touya zooms in on Shouto’s cock now, bringing the phone closer so whoever was watching can hear how wet his dick was.

Shouto grabs at the bed sheets and gasps for air, his eyes widen as he feels his world spinning round and round, “Too much! Can’t- Ah- Can’t! Can’t! Can’t!”

He kept repeating the same word like a broken record, begging for someone to hear him and get him out of this situation. “Mmff- Ngghh- Touya!”

”You’re shaking… first time’s always intense, right, Shou?” Touya kept the same pace, but every time his hand was at the top, he’d quickly rub Shouto’s tip before going back down to the base. 

Shouto wails, “Something’s coming! We need to stop!” He brings his hand to his cock and pushes down on his tip, thinking it’ll keep that “something” inside.

But it just makes things worse, overstimulation shoots throughout his body and he shrieks, “Stop, Touya-nii!!!”

Suddenly, Touya freezes. Whatever was in his cock doesn’t come out. It felt like it was stuck.

For the first second, Shouto was relieved. But then he discovers the pain of getting edged.

”Eurgghh…” he groans.

”What’s wrong? I stopped, didn’t I?” Touya asks, half-teasingly.

Nope. Shouto regrets it, “More…”

”Hm? What was that?”

Shouto grabs Touya’s wrist, not caring how animalistic he looks on camera, he forces Touya’s hand back to his cock, “Please don’t stop! I think I need it!“

”Ya think?” Touya chuckles and returns to his pace, “Edging for your first time isn’t a good idea.

Shouto was back in heaven, the pleasure definitely outweighs the painful overstimulation from a minute ago. He lets out a few satisfied giggles, smiling at Touya with love and a small, very faint sense of safety. 

False safety.

”Say my name when you break.” Touya commands, “I want to hear who did this to you.”

”Ah- mmff-“ Shouto’s hands grip at Touya’s wrist, “Big- big brother-“

”Huh? Your big brother, Natsu?” Touya asks teasingly, “Didn’t know he’d do this to you as well.

Shouto frantically shook his head and he cries out, “Touya-nii! What’s happening to me?!”

It finally happens. Cum begins to squirt out of Shouto like a water fountain. It was clear at first but quickly turned white. His body tenses up as moan after moan, whimper after whimper, leaves his mouth. 

Shouto gasps for air, “It won’t stop, oh God, it won’t stop!”

Touya was absolutely stunned by the sight. He didn’t think Shouto would actually be able to cum this much for his first time. He slows down his strokes, not wanting to overstimulate him more than he must be feeling right now. The red, blissful look in his face, his small body tensing up after spending the last fifteen minutes convulsing, and the way his cries were high pitched… Touya couldn’t handle it, he quickly began stroking himself again, bringing his tip to Shouto’s own, which had finally stopped squirting out cum. He licked his lips at how spent Shouto’s cock was now, wishing he had his first orgasm while Touya was sucking him off. With one last tug, he spills his seed all over Shouto’s softening member. His cum was much thicker than Shouto’s of course, being more physically mature. He knew throws his head back and curses before turning his phone off and throwing it aside.

Shouto lets out one last squeal before everything goes dark. The last thing he saw was the scrunched up look on Touya’s face as he gave him a white, sticky shower.

”Fuck…” Touya gasps, coming down from his high. He smiles and caresses the sleeping boy before towering over him. He brings his body down closer, using the sides of his forearms and his knees to hold himself up. Touya examines Shouto’s features and inhales his sweet scent. Touya spreads soft kisses all over his cheeks, wanting him to be awake for his first actual kiss. Although, it was very tempting to slip his tongue in Shouto’s mouth right now.

”Hey there.” Touya whispers, knowing Shouto probably couldn’t hear him. “You’re so gorgeous, Shortcake.” Touya presses his forehead against Shouto’s, rubbing their noses together as Touya shifts his hips, laying their soft cocks against each other. “Only I get to touch you like this, while everyone else can watch.”

Chapter Text

Shouto woke up in the middle of the night. He was expecting to see Touya, but instead, he was wrapped up under the blanket in his own bedroom. He looks down and sees he is no longer exposed but instead, he was wearing one of his soft pairs of pajamas. The soft smell of his Mom’s lavender detergent comforted him in the confusing time as he sighed into his fluffy blanket. 

“What happened?” He whispered, darting his eyes around his room thinking one of his posters or toys can suddenly remind him. 

He then sees his bow and arrow, the one Touya bought him and everything hit him like a brick. Touya’s cock, Touya touching him, Touya cumming on him.

Touya, Touya, Touya.

Touya had done the unimaginable to him. And Shouto just let it happen. Once he remembered the sticky feeling of cum all over him, he sighed with relief. He was nice and clean now, he must’ve helped Shouto out. 

Shouto gets up from bed, surprised he isn’t sore. Bakugo once said that people in porn get super sore after having sex. But after connecting some dots, Shouto assumed that usually happened after penetrative sex.

He walks down the hallway, not sure if his Dad had come back. He can hear some laughter from the living room, one of them seems to be  Natsuo. The other person laughing was a girl, probably his girlfriend. It was way too late to have guests over, but since his girlfriend was here anyways, it must mean Dad isn’t home. Natsuo would never let those two near each other. Shouto goes down the stairs, stopping in the middle of the staircase. He watched as Natsuo and his girlfriend enjoyed a movie together, giggling every second at God knows what. 

“Good to see Touya and I aren’t the only ones you stalk.” Keigo’s voice suddenly appears behind him, like he was waiting for him the whole time.

Shouto didn’t process what was going on. He screamed before falling down the rest of the stairs. Luckily, it wasn’t too high for him to get hurt. Natsuo paused the TV and looked over the couch, both him and his girlfriend worried sick.

”Shouto?!” Natsuo gasped, “Are you okay?!”

”Yeah…” he groans, “Sorry… couldn’t sleep. And I heard laughing.”

His girlfriend got up from the couch and helped Shouto get back on his feet, “Natsuo told me about you, but he didn’t say you were the cutest thing on Earth! Aww look at this lil’ babyyy!!!”

Shouto got flustered easily. Natsuo’s girlfriend smells like pineapples and coconuts, he had to keep himself from sniffing her more.

His girlfriend spoke to him in a baby-voice, “I could just gobble you up! If I break up with Natsu, I’ll definitely know who to go to next~”

Natsuo jumped over the couch and pushed himself in between his girlfriend or Shouto, “Haha, real funny! How about we don’t talk like that?” He turns around and glares at Shouto before turning back to his girlfriend, “The movie isn’t finished yet, love. Let’s go back.”

She giggles and goes back to the couch, “I was only kidding. He’s just a baby. You said your Mom and sister are away, can I pretend to be his Mom until one of them comes back?!”

Shouto thought that was an awfully weird request, but he heard stories of teenage girls suddenly getting a maternal instinct when they see someone or something adorable.

Keigo cleared his throat, “Even if you weren’t joking, Shouto doesn’t need a girlfriend right now. He’s … satisfied with what he has at the moment.”

Shouto’s face went from flustered to terrified. Keigo could mean one thing and one thing only when he said that. The poor boy felt nauseous, his head was spinning as he tried to keep himself up on his feet. Keigo noticed the change in body language and couldn’t help but grin.

”The fuck does that mean?” Natsuo grunts, suddenly feeling protective over his younger brother.

”Oh nothing.” Keigo rolled his eyes and walked to the front door, twisting the lock to open it. “Someone his age shouldn’t be focused on dating, is all.”

Shouto was stumbling up the stairs, his throat was constricting by the second. Touya wouldn’t go as far as to show Keigo the video, would he?! He thought the video would be for Touya’s eyes only.

”Shou? You alright?” Natsuo called out, “Wanna watch the movie with us? All the fake gore-y stuff is over.”

His girlfriend squeals, “PLEASE SHOUTO? I really wanna play with your hair!”

Shouto sniffled, his shoulders were slumped as he kept his eyes glued to each step, “No thanks… need to sleep…”

Natsuo turns to the door, Keigo was already gone but he couldn’t help but feel pissed off at the way he speaks, “That jackass Touya’s been seeing gives me major dickhead vibes.”

”Don’t be like that,” his girlfriend says, “You just met him today. Maybe he’s awkward around new people?”

”Tch, we might have different definitions of awkward.”

Touya’s door was wide open, his LED lights were on and Shouto could see the blue lights shining from down the hall. He tugged on his sleeves as he dragged his feet to Touya’s door.

”Nii-san?” He whispered, peaking his right eye into the room.

Touya took his headphones off and looked out the door, “Look who’s here. Hungry for more?”

Shouto whimpered and backed up an inch, “Did you… um…”

Touya moved his body so he was facing the door, he was man-spreading on his bean bag chair and was wearing what seemed to be a crop top. “Spit it out. Like how you spat in your hand earlier.”

Shouto’s stomach twists at the inappropriate reminder, “What did you do with that video?”

“Nothing too much.” Touya mumbles, “Just showed it to Keigo and my old bandmate.” 

In an instant, Shouto’s heart dropped and his knees gave up, causing with to fall to the floor. His lip quivered as he tried to speak, “You… you what?”

Touya grins and takes out some cash from a small box that was under his bed. He throws it at Shouto, but it only bounces off the boy’s chest, his hands too frozen to properly catch it.

“That’s your share. Gave you 50%, better be grateful.” Touya grunts, “Most people in your shoes don’t get any money at all.”

The gears in Shouto’s brain began to shift. Touya exploited him to make some cash. He quickly threw the cash back at him, hitting Touya right in the face.

”Why would you do that?!” He screamed, not caring if Natsuo and his girlfriend could hear. “What did I do to you?!”

Touya looked like he didn’t give a shit, because he truly didn’t. “Dunno what you want to hear from me. You’re cute, and I found a way to make easy money.”

Shouto’s hands tremble, “I’m your brother. You just see me as… as money?!”

Touya stood from his bed and walked over to Shouto, who seemed to be shrinking by the second. He gets down on his knees and pulls Shouto into his arms, caressing his hair.

”Don’t think of it that way.” Touya kisses the top of his head, “I had lots of fun playing with you, and I’d love to play more games.”

”Don’t touch me…” Shouto lets out a whine, the hair on the back of his neck was standing and he was sure Touya could feel how terrified he was.

”Shortcake, look at me.” Touya whispers, but before he could continue, Shouto began slapping him multiple times and even yanking on his hair. Tears were flying all over as he began taking his anger out on his oldest sibling.

”Why?! Why?!” Shouto screams between each slap, “I wanted to get to know you, Touya! I wanted to bond over music and video games! I just wanted to be your little brother!”

Touya grabs Shouto by his wrists and pulls him down, their foreheads touching again, “Nobody said we can’t do any of that stuff, sweet boy.”

Shouto went from slapping to kicking, not caring that each hit has done zero-damage to Touya, “It won’t mean anything to me now! Because now I know your kindness only tricked me, you never even loved me.”

Touya’s grip tightens, “That’s not true, Shou.” He pulls him into another hug, allowing him to cry his heart out. “I loved you ever since Mom said she was having her fourth child.”

”But… you recorded me.” Shouto whimpered, slapping Touya again, but lightly this time. “You showed your friend… you showed Keigo…”

He was so defeated. His body was weak and limp, he felt like he was hollow. “Why, Touya?”

For a second, Touya felt a small pang of guilt, but it quickly went away. “It isn’t in their possession, the video, that is. They only watched it on my phone in person.”

That didn’t help his case. Shouto wailed in Touya’s chest, he knew that this was only the beginning. Touya had caused a permanent stain in his heart, betraying him, ruining him. He didn’t care if these strangers didn’t have the actual video. They saw him regardless.

”Hate you…” Shouto whispered, “Hate you, hate you, hate you-“

”I wouldn’t just show anyone, Shouto.” Touya mumbles, another flicker of guilt goes across his face, “The two people I showed the video to, they’re special to me. And I knew they’d appreciate your beauty just as much as I do.”

Shouto continues, ”Hate you, hate you-“ slap, after slap. Each one weaker than the last.

“And Keigo? If you saw him just now, he must’ve teased you.” Touya chuckles, hoping it’ll lighten the mood, “But he thinks you’re ethereal. And the other friend of mine doesn’t even wanna fuck you, just wants to hold you in his arms like you’re some teddy bear.”

Shouto sighs, his slapping stops. “Teddy bear? Ethereal?”

”This isn’t just about sex.” Touya explains, “They want to show you affection, they want to see me give you the same affection as well.”

”Dumb…”

”Hah, yeah.” Touya stands up, carrying Shouto bridal style, “But I can’t blame them. I’d hold you in my arms all day listening to you babble about school work and friends if it means we can be together in an intimate way.”

Shouto presses his chin to his chest, clenching his eyes shut. “I don’t wanna cuddle with strangers.”

”And you don’t have to.” Touya kisses his forehead, “Because you’re all mine. The videos and the money are just… a plus, ya know?”

Shouto stayed silent, now covering his already closed eyes with his hands. He wondered how tiny he looked in Touya’s arms.

”Think about it like this, Shortcake.” Touya carries Shouto to his bedroom, the two of them got a glimpse into the living room and saw both Natsuo and his girlfriend asleep. Touya continues speaking, “Dad fucking hates us, doesn’t he?”

”Duh…”

”And Mom? She says she loves us, but she hasn’t been home in a month!” Touya exaggerates his tone, knowing Shouto’s too distraught to really notice it. The two of them enters the bedroom, and Touya puts Shouto down before continuing. “I’ve been here for how long now? Has she come to see me yet?”

Shouto’s eyebrows twitch, “No, not at all. Why?”

”Because Mom’s scared of us, Shortcake. Each of us reminds her of Dad one way or another.”

“She used to say that to Grandma on the phone.” Shouto recalls, his mind going back to that day when he was five, overhearing a phone call Rei had with her Mom. When she saw Shouto, she grabbed a tea kettle but stopped herself from doing anything harmful.

”My eyes, Fuyumi’s red streaks, Natsuo’s physique, and you? Your entire left side.” Touya’s voice had a slight hint of disgust in it, making sure the blow really hits Shouto. “So she keeps leaving and coming back home. Leaving you alone with Dad. Fuck, when was the last time she really hugged you and kissed you goodnight?”

Shouto’s breath hitches and his skin felt tingly. Touya was making a good point. It’s been forever since Rei spent some quality time with him or Natsuo. It’s one of the reasons why Natsuo acts up now, why Shouto’s all awkward and silly. His Mom isn’t really there to keep them in check.

“Mom doesn’t hate us.” He argued back.

”Of course not, she’s trying her best.” Touya nods, “But her best isn’t enough. All four of her kids are emotionally neglected.”

Touya pushed aside some of Shouto’s red hair and stares deeply into his blue eye, “Mom’s scared of us. Dad hates us. So as siblings we need to have each other’s back. Don’t you agree?”

Shouto looks back at all the times he’s heard Rei cry on the phone. That horrified look in her eyes every time she looked at him will forever be engraved into his mind. 

“Yeah… we do…” Shouto whispered, avoiding eye contact with Touya. He walks over to his bed and goes underneath the blanket. Touya follows him and sits at the foot of his bed.

“Natsu has his girlfriend. Fuyumi’s doing God knows what and God knows where. That only leaves the two of us.” Touya places his hand on Shouto’s knee, rubbing circles with his thumb, “We weren’t that close as kids, and I’d love to get closer to you now.”

Shouto grabs onto his pillow for support, chewing on one of the corners. His eyes were glued to Touya’s hand. The memories of being molested is burned into his mind.

Touya’s hand moves to Shouto’s face, caressing his soft features. “I want to make up for lost time.”

”But you’re touching me.” Shouto whispered, “And recording me.”

”You’re just not used to it yet, Shortcake!” Touya pushes away what little boundaries they had left. He gets closer to Shouto and holds the child in his arms. There was no sexual intent, just pure softness. He places Shouto onto his lap, bringing his head up to his chest so Shouto could hear his heart beat. “You deserve so much love, you know that?”

Shouto gulps, listening to the thumping noises in Touya’s chest. 

“…And I want to be the one who gives you the love Mom and Dad never will.” Touya whispers in a deep, low voice. “Think about it, Shouto. Wouldn’t it be nice to cuddle with someone like this when you’re scared and alone?”

”I guess?”

Touya smiles, “Wouldn’t it be nice to know that someone loves you despite your flaws? Someone who’ll take care of your emotional needs? Someone who won’t abandon you because of who your father is? Someone who wants nothing more than to just be with you?”

The thought of it all was so heartwarming for Shouto. He always wanted those things. He wants to be loved and to be taken care for. He nuzzles his head into Touya’s chest, “Yeah… I do. I want all of that.”

”Well, I’m right here.” Touya softly rubs his hand on Shouto’s arm, “I’m willing to take care of you for as long as you need. Wouldn’t it be nice to know you have your big brother by your side?”

Shouto nods.

”It would sure be great. All you have to do is be adorable and obedient for me!” Touya brings his face closer, “All of my love and affection, just for the price of your body. Let me touch you, record you, introduce you to a new world of pleasure. Doesn’t it sound amazing? So much for such a tiny payment.”

”Paying… with my body?” Shouto tilted his head.

”It’s not as scary once someone explains what it means.”

Shouto looked down at his hands. It would be nice for someone to take care of him, but getting touched and recorded? It was a tough decision for someone who ached for love. Sure, video games helped him forget, but only for a small amount of time. He needed something for the long run- he needed somebody. 

And that somebody is holding him in his warm embrace. 

“Well, precious?” Touya whispered, lightly nipping his ear, “What’s your choice? Be my little boy, or go back to how things were before?”

Before…

Before when Enji, his own father, would bully him for being a little geeky.

Before when Rei couldn’t stand to look at him.

Before when he would question what he did wrong, why Mommy and Daddy didn’t love him.

But Touya? Touya had his full attention on him. He’d be a fool if he rejected his love.

He knew what to do. It was time to give in. “Okay, Touya-nii…” Shouto nods, “I’ll be yours.”

”Oh, little Shortcake…” Touya groans and brings his face closer. He presses his lips against Shouto’s, stroking the back of his hair.

Shouto’s body stiffens up. Touya tasted like mint flavored gum with a hint of chocolate. He didn’t think the love would start now. Touya eases his anxiety by stroking his back, and slowly sliding his tongue in Shouto’s mouth.

’Okay, guess we’re doing this.’ Shouto thought to himself before parting his lips, allowing Touya full access.

Touya hums in approval, rolling his tongue around Shouto’s. Everything about him was so small, Touya couldn’t believe that this was all his now. On the other hand, Shouto was struggling to get used to this feeling. Touya’s tongue was ridiculously slimy, and his piercing was cold. He never imagined his first kiss to go this way, he always hoped it would be with a pretty girl, like Momo Yaoyorozu.

”Hngh-“ Shouto struggled to breathe. But Touya was still so eager for this kiss. Shouto focused on Touya’s tongue, analyzing the way it was moving around. When Touya slowed down, Shouto tried replicating those moves, swirling his smaller tongue around all over his mouth instead of just his tongue.

Touya pulled back laughing, a line of spit connecting their lips. “Shou? What’re you doing?”

”I uh… I’m kissing you.” He responds, his eyes full of bliss.

”You’re supposed to focus on my tongue, not my molars.” Touya’s laughter softened. He sighed as he brought Shouto closer, the tips of their noses rubbing against each other. “But don’t you worry. Big brother’s here to teach you everything you need to know.”

And before he could process what’s happening, he finds himself lying on the bed with Touya hovering over him. Touya did not touch Shouto’s cock this time. He didn’t touch his own. Instead, he continued kissing him, making out with him.

Shouto clenched his eyes and fists, Touya’s lips felt blubbery. It was an awfully overstimulating experience and he wanted nothing more than for the kissing to stop. But for some reason, it was nice to have so much attention on him.

”You just focus on how my lips feel, okay?” Touya went from the sloppy tongue kiss to licking his jawline, making his way down to Shouto’s neck, and then his jawline. “This might feel weird.”

And he was right. Shouto winced as he felt Touya sucking into his sensitive skin. It felt like he was trying to pull out Shouto’s collarbone with just his mouth.

”Ah-“ Shouto gasped, bringing his hands up to Touya’s hair, “Slow down, it’s like you’re eating me!”

Touya pulled his head up, admiring the small bruise that was already forming. “Oh Shortcake… you don’t even know half of it.”

He used his bare hand to wipe his saliva off, giving Shouto one last kiss on the forehead before tucking him in bed. “Go to sleep, okay? You and I are going to have so much fun from here on out.” 

🍰🚬

Sleep? What’s that? Not something Shouto knows, that’s for sure.

It’s been two weeks since Touya molested Shouto for the first time. Ever since then, Touya hasn’t done anything new. When he felt horny, the two of them would just jerk off in front of each other, or Touya would touch Shouto’s cock. Never the other way around, though.

Each encounter would be recorded. And after each video was made, Shouto would recieve 50% of what Touya would make from it. He’d keep this money under his bed, just like Touya does.

He spent the entire school day with eye bags that stood out like a sore thumb. As alarming as they were, nobody questioned him. Not even Bakugo or Midoriya. 

Shouto stood outside the gates of his school, he didn’t know if he was going to be picked up by Enji or Touya, although he really hoped neither of them would come. Suddenly, he felt a raindrop on his head. ‘Maybe it’s nothing.’ He thought. Then two more drops fell on him, then three, then four.

It began pouring in a matter of seconds. Shouto didn’t bring an umbrella with him, leaving him no choice but to stand under a large tree, already soaking wet. 

Bakugo and Midoriya were long gone, no use trying to get a ride home with them. He could just walk to the train station, but that would make him even more wet.

”Tensei! Told you it would rain today!” Tenya, one of Shouto’s friends, can be heard from a distance.

Shouto looks up and gasps. He knew Tenya had an older brother, but this was the first time he has actually seen him. 

“Yup, you’re definitely smarter than I am!” Tensei chuckles, taking Tenya’s umbrella and holding it over both of their heads, “Now let’s get home before we both catch a cold!”

Tenya notices Shouto standing in the rain, shivering and soaked. He proceeds to whisper something to Tensei, who nods in return.

“Todoroki!” He yelled, “It’s not good to be standing out in the rain like that!”

Tensei waved his hand, “I’ll drop you home if your parents are fine with it!”

Shouto was conflicted. Sure he could text Touya or his Dad, giving them both a heads up, but what if they never see it and think Shouto ran away or got kidnapped? His worries all went away when he received two notifications, one after the other.

Dad: Touya’s taking you home.

Touya: Dad told me to take you home but I’m rearranging Keigo’s insides, take the train back to Musutafu

[Touya sent a video]

Shouto sighed miserably. What has his life come to? He didn’t bother opening Touya’s message, knowing exactly what the video was. He walked towards the Iida brothers, forcing the best smile he possibly could.

In the car, Shouto was dead silent in the back seat. Tenya and Tensei were sitting next to each other, Tensei was talking about his work as a police officer while Tenya was fawning over him. He had that innocent, naive sparkle in his eyes. Shouto could tell that Tenya genuinely loved and looked up to his older brother.

It got to a point where Shouto felt irritated by their bond. Why couldn’t he look up to his older brother this way? Why can’t Touya be a respectable man who’s also reliable? Why couldn’t Touya keep his hands to himself? 

Why can’t he have what Tenya has?

”Shut up…” Shouto whispered under his breath, his knuckles turning white from digging his nails into the skin of his knees. He fought back the tears that threatened to come out.

Tenya and Tensei both went silent. Tensei’s eyes were on the road while Tenya slowly turned around.

”Did you say something, Todoroki?” Tenya asked, giving him a soft smile.

”You look a little tired there, buddy.” Tensei chuckles, looking at Shouto through the rearview mirror. You can see the worry in his eyes.

”I… it’s nothing.” Shouto’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept his face down. “Also, my house is down the block. Thanks for the ride.”

When Shouto went inside his house, his anger didn’t subside. It only bubbled up more when he saw Natsuo sprawled out on the sofa while channel surfing on the TV. God knows how he got home without getting soaked, or if he even went to school at all. 

He went up the stairs and walked down the hallway towards his bedroom, only to freeze when he saw his door wide open. He always closed it before leaving.

When he looked inside the room, he couldn’t help but gasp. Enji was standing in the center, his face red and be was practically fuming.

Before Shouto can run off, Enji spots him

”You. Get your ass in here.” He grits through his teeth.

And who was Shouto to disobey him? He feared Enji more than anything. Enji helped bring him into the world, and he can take him out if he pleased. Shouto anxiously stepped in, whimpering as Enji towered over him.

”Your room reeks of marijuana.” Enji huffs, “What the fuck are you doing in here?!” He grabs Shouto by the collar, lifting him about half a meter into the air. 

Shouto struggled, his legs flailing around, “I don’t smoke! I swear I don’t!”

It must’ve been Touya. Touya smells exactly like this, and he’s been spending an awful amount of time with Shouto in his bedroom.

”It was probably Touya!” He didn’t feel bad throwing him under the bus. Surely Enji knows about Touya’s smoking habits by now. 

Enji throws Shouto onto the ground and marches towards his bed, lifting the mattress up with one arm like it was nothing, and pulling out the stack of money he secretly earned by being Touya’s porn star. “Where the fuck did you get all this money from?”

Shouto went pale and his tongue dried up. How long did Enji know about the cash? Does he actually know how Shouto got it but is keeping it a secret? To see if Shouto would be honest about it?

”Why… why were you going through my room?” Shouto squeaked, keeping himself from showing any form of weakness. But it was too late for that. Enji usually didn’t care enough to go through his belongings, he was abusive but not nosey. It was one of the few, VERY few traits of him that Shouto liked.

Yeah he’d get his ass beat, but at least he was given some privacy afterwards.

But not this time.

Enji clenched into the wad of cash in his hands, “I got a phone call from your school, your teachers say you’ve been sleeping in class. I went to your room to confront you, instead I was hit with the smell of weed.”

”So you actually picked up the phone when the teacher calls you? Dad of the year award goes to-“

Enji kicked Shouto in the stomach, he leans down and pulls him up by the hair. “I didn’t ask you to make snarky comments, did I, boy?”

Shouto cried in pain and shook his head to the best of his ability. 

“Your room stinks, you haven’t been sleeping, and you have a suspicious amount of money under your bed.” Enji growls, his eyes burning into Shouto’s. Without warning, he pushes his nose up to Shouto’s neck and takes a big sniff, “And you’re sweating…”

The sweat was actually from the state of fear Shouto’s in right now. But Enji thought differently.

”So I stop giving you brats my full attention and now one of my sons started selling his body?!” Enji shouts at the top of his lungs and began shaking the child. He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either. How he came to that conclusion was beyond Shouto.

”How did you even get to that conclusion?! That’s not what’s happe- AAGGHHH!” Shouto screams in pain as Enji pulls on his hair some more. He threw Shouto onto his bed, his face against his mattress. He laid there weakly, his scalp throbbing from the assault. 

“Since you want to act like a whore in my house, under my roof.” Enji’s voice was now laced with lust as the sound of a belt unbuckling echoes in the room. Shouto was confused at first, thinking he was about to get whooped by his father’s belt. Confused by this because his father usually hits him on the front side. 

But then he remembers something Touya said not too long ago.

”You don’t know what that son of a bitch would do. You and Natsuo were raised by a different version of Enji Todoroki. Why do you think Fuyumi and I moved out as soon as we did?”

Shouto froze yet again and began to heave in fear. “D-dad! Wait!”

”Yeah, Daddy. Wait.” A voice from the doorway stopped Enji. It was Touya.

”You…” In a matter of seconds, Enji grabbed Touya and slammed him against the wall.

Unlike Shouto, Touya threw his head back and bit down on his lip, “Oh Daddy, it’s just like old times! You manhandling Fuyumi and I like we’re just some sick fuck toys for you!”

Shouto got the courage to turn around, lying on his back as he watched in horror.

Enji growls, punching Touya right in the stomach.

”Right there!” Touya sounded like he moaned as he fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen, “I missed this so much!” He started babbling about how he wanted more, to be the only one who gets this type of harsh treatment from their Dad. Shouto’s body began to shake, this was a new version of Touya, and he wondered if he had any repressed memories of him acting like this before he moved out.

Enji grabs Touya by the hair and lifts his face up just like he did with Shouto. Touya had a face full of arousal as he stared back at his father, licking his lips. He then lolls his mouth open and sticks his tongue out, showing off his tongue piercing. He winks at Enji, clearly wanting to be used right then and there.

”Years later I’m still ready for you~” He says, teasing him every second. “All you gotta do is keep your pants up and hands to yourself when you’re near my younger siblings. That includes Fuyumi.”

Shouto’s eyebrows twitch, he hasn’t seen Fuyumi in forever. “Did you do this to her too?!” But his question was left unanswered, or maybe even unheard.

“You sick freak, still begging for me…” Enji was the opposite, he felt revolted by Touya. “You’ve been smoking in this room, haven’t you? You must’ve known that I don’t take the time to come around here as much as I should.”

Touya nods, the arousal in his eyes just seems to be growing. “And I give Shouto money to keep his mouth shut, does that sound familiar?”

It wasn’t an entire lie.

“Keep this shit up and I’m leaving you to rot in the streets.” Enji slammed his head into the wall, releasing his hair.

Touya winced in pain, “You wouldn’t- Fuyumi and I got too much dirt on you.”

Enji was silent, which was shocking to Shouto. It was as if he was pulling a fake “tough guy” act. Shouto wanted to believe that Touya’s implications from a few days ago were false, but this encounter just confirmed the worst. 

“You’re paying for this.” Was what Enji grunts out before leaving the room.

Shouto looked at Touya, disgust filling his expression when he sees the painfully obvious boner in Touya’s pants.

”The things I do for you, baby brother.” He says before stumbling away from the scene, leaving Shouto to reflect on what just happened.

That night, all he could hear was the sound of a creaking bed from his Dad’s room. He wondered if Natsuo could hear the same thing and if he knew who was in there and what they were doing.

Every few minutes, he’d hear Touya call for his Daddy, or hear Enji telling him to shut up, just for sobbing noises to follow right after. So unless Natsuo was sleeping with noise-canceling headphones on, he could definitely hear everything as well.

He really wanted Touya’s implications to be false.