#pro hero DABI

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Babyyyyy! Congratulations 💙🧡💙🧡 I am so happy to see you thrive 💗

Can I get some mint and raspberry ice-creams served in a cone, with some maple syrup on top? 😚 (pro hero au with pro hero Dabi)

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!reader, pussy fingering/eating, p in v, dom!Dabi

A/N: thank you very much for your support, sweetheart! I hope you enjoy these headcanons ♥

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Dabi, the renowned pro hero, returns home after a day of saving lives and battling villains. His muscles are tense, his spirit is high, and his desire is burning like the blue flames that dance at his fingertips as he get inside his spacious apartment. His eyes are dark and tired at first, but there's a spark that ignites as soon as he looks at you, his lips curling upwards in a wry grin.

You've been waiting for him for hours, eager to provide some much-needed relief. You missed your boyfriend oh so much.

Dabi's strong hands grip your waist, pulling you close. He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You can taste the smoky remnants of his quirk on his tongue as it dances with yours. Your hands reaching up to grip his broad shoulders. You break the kiss, panting. "Touya," you breathe, your cheeks flushed.

"Yes, darling?" Dabi's fingers trace the hem of your shirt. He smirks, knowing how much you love it when he takes control. He tugs the fabric up and over your head, exposing your lacy bra. Dabi's gaze lingers on your body, and you feel a thrill run through you.

You rub your thighs together to ease the tension and wetness building within your pussy. "I-I want you," you stammer, your cheeks flushing with desire as you ran the tip of your tongue over your upper lips to moisture it.

He palms your breasts, teasing your nipples through the lace. "Oh, I know you do," he says, his voice dripping with confidence.

You gasp again, arching into his touch. "Touya…"

Dabi's mouth finds your neck once more, leaving a trail of hot kisses that make you tremble. He continues his exploration, slowly unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. Touya's fingers pinch and roll your nipples, eliciting a moan from your lips. His other hand travels down your body, reaching the waistband of your pants. He deftly unbuttons them and pulls them off, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties. Dabi's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you. He hooks his fingers into your panties, leans forward and kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue in your mouth as he tugs the panties down, letting them pool at your feet.

You step out of them, feeling vulnerable.

Dabi's hands explore your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. One of them slips between your thighs and he growls lowly. "Fuck, doll, you're dripping," he claims, bringing his hand up to his lips, licking his index and middle fingers off your juices. He lifts you up effortlessly, like you weighted nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed, his eyes raking over your body hungrily. He removes his own clothes, revealing his muscular form.

Touya positions himself between your legs, his fingers tracing the wetness between your thighs. He teases your entrance, making you squirm with anticipation. He takes his time, enjoying the power he holds over you in this moment, kissing all over your tummy and gradually coming down. Finally, Touya's mouth descends upon your aching core. His tongue flicks and teases your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. He doesn't shy away from sucking your lips into his mouth.

You cry out, gripping his snow-white, spiky hair as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "O-Oh! Touya!"

Just as you're about to reach your peak, Dabi pulls away, leaving you gasping for more. He smirks, knowing the torture is part of the fun. He slowly pushes one finger inside, then another, stretching you in preparation for what's to come while his tongue flicks your clitoris.

You moan and arch your back, the sensation of his fingers combined with the anticipation driving you wild. "Oh, God!" You whine, rolling your head back to the pillow. "Fuck me already, tiger, I can't wait any longer," you beg, your eyes glistening with tears. "I don't want to come yet, please!"

He likes to take his time to play with you. He loves seeing you whining so pathetically, practically begging for his cock to be stuffed in your little cunt. When Dabi deems you ready, he positions himself above you, his turquoise eyes locked on yours. He smirks, his hand reaching down to grip his cock. He guides it to your entrance, rubbing it against your wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groans, his hips thrusting forward. With one powerful thrust, he enters you, filling you completely.

You cry out, the feeling of him inside you overwhelming.

Dabi begins to move, his strokes deep and steady. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you cling to him, desperate for more.

"More, more more…" you plead desperately.

Dabi's hand finds your clit, rubbing small circles as he continues to pound into you. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his hips thrusting harder.

The combination of sensations is too much, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, yes," you chant, your body moving in sync with his.

"Come for me then," Dabi growls, his voice low and commanding. A frown crosses his forhead as his cock throbs painfully, so ready to spill his seed deep within you. Soon, his own release is triggered by the feel of you tightening around him rhythmically.

With a final thrust of his, you shatter, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you; your pussy clenches around his cock making it impossible for him to pull out.

Finally, Touya collapses onto the bed, his body spent.

You curl up against him, your body still trembling. "Welcome back home, handsome," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

He smiles, his arm wrapping around you, slowly rubbing the curve of your waist. "Thanks for such a warm welcome."

[cozzzynook]

Touya as a hero would probably still end up with his quirk hurting him so he keeps it low profile that it is hurting him even with the support gear.

In this au Touya never became Dabi and when he burned on Sekoto Peak he was found by people who lived in a nearby village. He didn’t tell them his identity when he came to and only went back home when he was fully healed.

He learns what his mother did to Shouto and sees that nothing changed while he was away.

It crushes him.

So much so he retreats into himself.

He doesn’t acknowledge the warm attempts of his siblings to reconnect. He remains polite and even tolerates Shouto being near him which was a surprise none of the todoroki children saw coming.

Nothing seemed to phase Touya not even his fathers attempts at asking him what happened. He simply blocked everything and everyone out.

He trained his power in secret and learned to build his flames to a manageable degree. He enrolls into U.A without his father knowing until he sees him leaving one morning for school. No amount of questions phase Touya as he simply locks his dad out his room.

That night Enji cried for the smile that died on Sekoto Peak.

If only he had come when he was wanted then things would be different.

Life was different when Touya came back. Shouto no longer lived a separate life from his siblings and Touya was top of his class. He was seen as remarkable for using so little of his quirk while training to become a pro hero.

He ended up spending every internship under the watchful gaze of best jeanist and Aizawa. He was aiming to be an underground hero like Aizawa but he needed Best Jeanist so he could receive the necessary credits.

Time flew by as he focused on his studies and soon he was a licensed hero.

He did it. He finally did it.

He wasn’t a failure, he was worth existing. He was worthy of being loved and alive.

So why didn’t he feel like it?

He was twenty three now in the top twenty. He preferred staying there even if he could aim higher. Even with his support gear after all these years his fire still took a toll on his health.

Touya kept that information between himself and a private doctor on the lower side of the city. He figured he’d be alright since most hero’s steered clear of the area but his luck ran short when he saw pro-hero Hawks.

Touya felt his chest tighten and his vision shake as he turned a bit too fast and started walking the other direction. He was halfway home when he felt the familiar pain. His vision blurred and his body grew painfully cold.

After the fire Touya was given medicine to keep his body from overheating, essentially bringing forth more of his mothers quirk causing his fire to shut down and let the ice in his veins run rampant. His body was suited for the cold so his organs wouldn’t shut down. But it did cause irreversible nerve damage and brought to light his weak immune system.

Trembling from the chill, Touya felt his hands shake and his fingers lock. He was still a crier at heart and right now he felt himself sniffle as the water curled his lashes. But before he could shed them his body gave out and the world grew red and gold then black.

He comes to in a bundle of blankets and with something soft tickling his cheek. With no energy to move Touya lays in the soft cocoon before a hand with sharp talons he notes, touches his forehead and he groans.

“Oh! Nova you’re awake. Don’t worry its me, Hawks. No one saw you I made sure of it. Oh wait hehe, sorry I forgot to mention I was following you..Not to be a stalker or anything! I just noticed you didn’t look well..”

“Not being a stalked I promise!”

Hawks looks even more nervous than before until he grabs a glass of water and helps Touya drink. He mumbles a weak, “thank you,” to the winged hero before shivering.

“Oh are you cold again? I hope you don’t mind but when I laid next to you it helped.”

Hawks laid next to him and his wings really did add to the winged mans already high temperature. “Its kinda funny. My quirk makes me hot but yours freezes you.”

Touya said nothing as he slowly warmed up. Hawks once again ruined the silence, “I saw the burns on your wrists and the quirk aides on your wrists..how long has your quirk hurt you?”

Touya held in a breath before trying to get up, Hawks was much stronger than he looked.

“You can’t keep going if this is what it does to you.”

“Fuck you.”

There was silence before Hawks pulled him closer, “is hurting your body really worth being a hero?”

“What else is there?”

Hawks said nothing as Touya stared into nothing, his chilling anger fading to empty sadness.

“I don’t have anything else..this is all I have to prove my creation wasn’t a mistake…”

“but it’s still not enough..i’m..its not enough.”

Hawks said nothing as he watched Nova silently cry with a broken smile.

He noticed Nova when he first debuted and since he’s had a crush on him. He knew from the beginning something wasn’t right but that didn’t stop his feelings. If anything it fueled them more.

Resting his forehead against Nova’s tear stained cheek Hawks wing presses further into Nova, “Find it with me.”

“Lets find our existence outside of hero work, together.”

The tears poured from Nova’s eyes faster and his smile slowly lowered until only his eyebrows were lifted as his head turned to the side of the pillow and cried.

For the first time in a long time, since the day he became a real pro to the fire on Sekoto Peak to the day he learned his body rejected his quirk.

𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮.

𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦.

[grimstrawberry]

Since Tumblr shadowbans the Dabi ass I've been trying to post, here's pro hero Touya and villain Hawks instead (with two Dabis)

[keikiri-kitten]

a/n: rambling about shouto!

Shouto loves to stare at you, touch you and simply be with you. 

He’s sitting right beside you as you’re aimlessly engaging in conversation with his sister on the couch of the Todoroki family home. The sound of his own name oozes from the tip of your tongue and while you typically consider yourself a quick speaker, it runs slowly like molasses. Meeting you was merely an accident. He knows that falling for a victim he saved was against the rules but he couldn’t help but set that constraint ablaze when he made sure you were safe. He’s a hero now. Overstepping boundaries is sort of his thing. Consider it one of the most in touch plans he’s had in a while. Falling in love with you was like a manifestation. It was destined– luckily you happened to follow suit. He wonders how he was blessed with a gentle soul to love and accept him while setting aside the bells and whistles. The young pro shifts a bit in his seat and shoves his hands in between his thighs out of insecurity. You can feel his body leaning in with the heat that radiates off of him. His chin plants on your shoulder while he continues to hear you ramble about whatever he was involved in. His beating heart is pumping faster and his face is burning brighter than his quirk could ever. If he allows himself to get out of his head anytime soon, he would be able to realize that he’s losing his breath. Your back becomes a wall for him to rest; he’s obviously leaning on you for a reason. 

The curve of your body, the twitch in your hands and the tapping of your foot all caught his eye. Shouto knows you can get a bit nervous talking to the older sister. The second mother. There’s a comforting heat that presses right below your ear as he rests his cheek right on the back of your head. Lanky fingers on his left hand slipped from between the fullness of his thighs before they scooped around the plush of your waist. He takes a moment to dig his fingertips in your stomach in hopes to make it feel more real. There’s nothing he wants more than to comfort you like you have done for him. Never in his life would he have expected to be cuddling anyone in front of his family despite the odd looks from his brothers. There’s a doe eyed look from Natsuo and a “fucking sick,” from Touya. Shouto pays them no mind. You’ve become such a safe haven to hide away in, it didn’t matter where you both were. You’re his refuge– a place of solace.

[thehusbandoden]

A Day Off -Dad! Dabi x Mom!Reader

It's really late but I finished this a little while ago and wanted to post it now.

Fluff | 1,471 words

Dabi's real name used + (spoilers below)

An au where Touya doesn't become Dabi the villain, but instead a loving father to your three kids. (Plus the number one hero)

Touya grinned as he finished breakfast, happy to help you out and give you a well deserved break.

You and Touya have been married for eight and a half years. You two met at UA high, and an epic love story commenced. You two were made for each other, finding one another again again, no matter how many times you thought things were entirely over.

Touya gave you happiness in life, and you gave him sanity. He almost ran from home many times, and even got seven miles out of the city on foot before you found him, panting on your bicycle.

Touya was quite mad at you for going so far alone at night, and you were utterly livid that he just tried to leave you.

Before Touya could scold you, you blew up on him, tears running down your cheeks as you cussed him out, telling him if he ever tried to leave you again you would hunt him down and break his legs.

Even as you threatened him he hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort.

You two called a friend to pick you up, and you went on with your life. A little more in love with each other than before.

And here you two were, twelve years later. Married, with three kids.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Haru squealed, pulling on Touya's "kiss the chef" apron, red pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"Mommy awake"

"Already? Go show her your picture, try to stall her, mkay?"

"Okays!"

Touya smiled as the four year old ran off to stall her mother, heart melting at her innocence.

Going back to cooking, Touya hoped you would be distracted for at least a few more minutes.

~Your pov:~

Confused, you picked up your phone to check the time.

7:51

Panicking, you bolt up from bed, sprinting towards the door, stubbing your toe on a toy.

Inwardly cursing, you open the door to your shared bedroom, making your way into the hallway.

"Mommy! Wook at my dwawing!" Haru exclaimed, heterochromatic eyes shining as she shoved the paper in your face.

"Oh it's so pretty! Why don't you go show Daddy while Mommy goes to get your brothers ready?"

Haru smiled and ran away with a giggle, making her way to the kitchen.

Sighing, you made your way to your boys' room. Opening the door, you were surprised to see their beds empty.

"Taro, Riku~!" You call, walking towards the kitchen.

"We're in the entrance mom!" Taro calls, bringing you towards his voice.

"I'm sorry I woke up late, let's get ready quickly, and I'll buy you guys breakfast on the way there." You coo, stepping into the entrance of your home.

"But- we're not gonna be late. And we already ate!" Riku replied, popping his (h/c) head out to look at you.

"Hey mama, I already got everything handled, go get some more sleep." Dabi hummed, eyes soft as his head popped out as well, turquoise eyes soft as he smiled at you.

"You... You are amazing." You sigh, smiling up at your husband as he hummed, walking towards you.

"Well if you think I'm that amazing, you could always reward me with a kiss?" Touya smirked, leaning towards your lips teasingly.

Chuckling, you slowly closed the distance.

Right as your lips met your kiss was interrupted by your kids' squeals.

Haru was squealing in joy, always happy to see her parents show affection to one another.

Riku was disgusted, never wanting to see anybody receive any sort of affection besides what he got from both his beloved mommy and daddy.

And Taro- the only one who didn't squeal.

He was beet red.

He dreams of the day when he finds the perfect woman -much like his perfect mama- and has a family of his own.

He loves both of his parents. And strives to be the perfect husband and dad -like his daddy- and find the perfect wife -like his mama-.

You smiled as Riku wailed in despair, shaking Haru as she jumped up and down, Taro only staring at his parents in awe.

"Ri-ri, you'll give your sister a headache, quit that. Ru, you're gonna pass out if you don't calm down, and Ro, for the sake of your ma, you need to breathe." Touya sighed, a smile on his lips as he eyed his gorgeous mismatched children in adoration.

Taro, the seven year old eldest by forty three minutes.

He has crimson red hair resembling Touya's. He got his grandma's eyes, but also a splash of yours. Resulting in gorgeous steel gray eyes with a breathtaking splash of (e/c) around the pupils. His facial structure is most similar to Touya's, but he takes after your personality, attitude, and tendies.

Though it would be hard to tell by someone who's not close to your family due to his shy nature concealing it.

He's known for his respectful, peaceful, and polite nature. The calmer of the twins, and the least likely to cause any sort of problem.

Riku, the younger, rambunctious twin.

Riku has (h/c) hair and turquoise eyes. He looks almost exactly like his mum, and gets his fiery personality from his dad.

He's known as the trouble maker, but he does have his gentle moments.

And the four year old youngest, Haru.

Haru has crimson hair like her daddy and big brother. And, like her uncle Shoto, has two different eye colors. Her left eye is the same gorgeous color of her mama's, and her right eye is the same breathtaking turquoise as her dad's. She looks identical to her dad, and has a fun, very very bright personality.

She's known for her sweetness, creativity, and selflessness.

Touya was snapped out of his thoughts as Haru and Riku pulled at his sleeves, warning him that they'd be late if they didn't hurry.

Laughing he pecked you on the lips before following his darlings out the door, telling you that he'd be right back.

~~

It was half an hour later when Touya walked back in, immediately finding his place on top of you as you laid on the couch.

"Oof- hey baby.. where's Haru?"

"She's at uncle Shoto's house. I thought we could use some alone time."

"Oh? And what are you planning on doing?"

Shifting his way so he could look you in the eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Guess."

~~

Twelve minutes later you were laughing in the kitchen as Touya licked the brownie mix off of the side of your mouth, holding your waist to keep you steady.

"To-To-Touya!" You laugh, pushing your beloved back playfully.

"Hmm?" He asks, pulling you in for a chocolate tasting kiss.

"We need to finish these so we can have room for the cleaning, cuddles, and movie date." You breathe against his lips, making him groan.

"But you taste so good!" He wails in despair, falling against the fridge dramatically.

"Help me get these in the oven and I'll reward you with a kiss~." You coo, instantly seizing the pro's attention.

~~

Two batches of brownies and one marathon of cleaning later, you and Touya were cuddled up on the couch, remote and brownies in hand.

"Oooh! Let's watch (f/m)!"

"UGHH~ we are xnotx watching that again!"

"Why not? It's a great movie."

"And we've seen it forty thousand and a bajilion times."

"You are xsox immature To."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am no-"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You're doing it too~!"

"Fine! What movie do you want to watch?"

"Princess Bride."

"No way."

"And why not? Princess Buttercup~."

"Because we've seen it seventy thousand, bajilion times~!"

~Bonus~

"I have no idea who you are talking about. You own no child here." Shoto stated, voice as monotone as ever.

"Umm what the fu- fudge! Fudge!" Touya growled, rubbing his side where you just elbowed him.

"Sho we need Haru." You smile, pinching Touya's arm playfully, causing him to yelp.

"Haru is mine now."

"Oh no she is not. Give me back our daughter." Touya growled, stepping close to the menace of a little brother he has.

"You do not have a dau-"

"Shoto dear.. give us our Haru or we will personally burn your favorite cold soba restaurant, all the others and all of the factories producing the ingredients and instant noodles." You smile, eyes holding an evil only a protective parent or lover could produce.

Shoto's face paled as he stepped inside, quickly returning with a sleeping Haru in his arms.

"I- I was kidding.. please don't burn my soba." Shoto pouted, usually monotone voice holding a certain fear.

".. we'll count this as a warning." You drawl, staring Shoto down meaningfully.

Slightly nodding, Shoto quickly closed his door, shivering at the thought of no soba.

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Playing With Fire: A Pro Hero Dabi AU (Future AU) Chapter One

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Summary: Toya Todoroki was groomed his entire life to be his father's successor, only for it to backfire in Endeavor's face. Ranked in the top ten alongside his two closest friends, Hawks and Mirko, the 26-year-old BlueFlame Hero: Dabi is the bane of Endeavor's existence. For half a decade, the trio has been the topic of several scandals involving drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity as they splurge their fortunes on ridiculous parties. Pampered with support items and his family's fortune, Dabi is widely known for his impulsivity and douchebag attitude. However, after meeting his match in a random club, Toya Todoroki has no idea where his life is headed, other than that he wants to spend the rest of it with Sakura and their future children. Now, a year has passed since class 1-A graduated from UA, and, per the Commission, they all serve as sidekicks to various hero agencies (primarily those of Dabi, Hawks, and Mirko).

TL;DR Between pissing off his father, competing with his friends/rivals, trying to start a family, and running his own agency, Toya has absolutely nothing under control, especially his tendency to drink his problems away.

Word Count (of Chapter One): 2,552 words

AO3 link

Tags for fic: Hero!Dabi, Dabi X OC, Bakusquad, Dekusquad, swearing, explicit s3ggsual content, drinking, drugz, Dabi & Hawks & Mirko are best friends, alcohol!sm, implied s3ggsual content, romance, add!ction, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smvt, sw!tch Dabi, trying for babies

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Chapter One: The Introduction

The BlueFlame Agency was conveniently placed right across the street from the Endeavor Agency. After years of hard work, Daddy’s money, and not giving any fucks, Toya Todoroki AKA BlueFlame Hero: Dabi had built his own empire. He had been lucky enough to have Support Items that compensated for his complicated Quirk. With a body built for ice and a Quirk of raging fire, Toya Todoroki was the embodiment of self-sabotage. Here he was, twenty-six years old, in the top ten, with only two real friends: Hawks and Mirko. They were rivals that actually gave a shit about each other. Their agencies were all in the same city: Musutafu. It was a town with a large population, which meant more crime and villain activity. The three of them lived like Hollywood celebrities; they partied, they drank, they slept around, and the cycle repeated. They were always trying to outdo one another while simultaneously always having each other’s backs. 

When his little brother’s class graduated from UA, they were forced to be sidekicks instead of Pros first. The Commission wanted it that way. They were running out of reliable sidekicks, and heroes that gave their sidekicks respect. By training them as rookies and underlings first, they would have the humility and appreciation for their Pro standings as they rose through the ranks. Toya was offended when he found out Shoto chose Mirko’s agency over his own, but he was glad that he hadn’t signed up for Endeavor’s. In truth, Shoto insisted he only applied because it was where his friends were going. The main contenders of the famous “ 2110 Class 1-A” were split between Mirko, Hawks, and Dabi. The BlueFlame Agency housed Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Ejiro Kirishima, and Kyoka Jirou. Meanwhile, the Hawks Agency boasted Fumikage Tokoyami, Yuga Aoyama, Neito Monoma, Momo Yaoyorozu, Tenya Ida, and Mezo Shoji. Finally, Mirko’s sidekicks were Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, Koji Koda, and Mashirao Ojiro. It had been a year since they first began their careers as sidekicks, and many of them were becoming anxious and antsy, wanting to step it up a notch.

…

“He’s late for rounds…again,” Katsuki Bakugo snarls, drumming his gloved hands on his elbow. The sidekicks stand in line awaiting the arrival of their fearless leader: Dabi. They referred to him as many things amongst each other: Hot Topic, Dipstick, Daddy Issues, Shoto’s Psycho Older Brother. He was almost always hungover at every single rounds meeting, and it had been that way since day one. It was no secret that Toya Todoroki had a slight drinking problem that likely started during high school. He, Hawks, and Mirko had made several tabloids very wealthy with their luxurious, salacious parties. Toya had been in several interviews for being an openly neurodivergent Pro, but he hated every minute of them. Once he got away from his father, he stopped taking his ADHD medication. Mina thinks the real reason he stopped taking it was so he could drink as much as he wanted whenever he wanted, but no one really knows. One time, they all came back from a mission to discover him and Hawks contemplating snorting a line of coke, and it was unclear who was trying to encourage or discourage who. 

“I know he’s here. I saw his car out front,” Kirishima frowns, his brow furrowing as he stretches. 

“Maybe he passed out? Should someone go check on him?” Jirou pipes up as she takes off her headphones. 

CRASH!

They all immediately look toward the ceiling, where the sound came from. The floor above them housed Toya’s office. 

“OH SHIT!” Kaminari shouts, preparing to sprint up the stairs. Suddenly, more crashes echo from upstairs…followed by a distinct, high-pitched repetitive noise. 

“Oh…Oh God, really?! ” Sero cringes as he covers his ears. 

“OH NO! OH FUCK! SOMEONE GIVE ME SOME COTTON FOR MY HEADPHONE JACKS!” Jirou panics, her face paling as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

“Aw maaan. How did she slip past us?!” Kaminari whines, and Kirishima jabs him in the side with his elbow.

“Not manly thirsting over a taken woman, bro,” Kirishima shakes his head, and Denki shrugs. The noises get louder and louder, and, suddenly, it’s apparent that there are two separate voices: one raspy and deep, and one smooth and feminine. 

“Screw this. Again?” Mina huffs, her face turning red as she struts over to the stereo and turns the music all the way up. Unfortunately, it does next to nothing. Bakugo is the only one in the room with a blank, uncaring, unfazed stare, and everyone else looks wildly uncomfortable. It’s painfully obvious…Sakura’s here. 

…

The noises coming from both parties might as well shake the walls, and they can hear the sounds of shuffling furniture in the ceiling.

Inside the Pro Hero’s office, Toya shoves all his papers, keyboard, and phone line off the desk and unceremoniously shoves his wife on it, lying her on her back as he continues to thrust into her. Sakura’s unable to keep quiet as she scratches at the back of his leather jacket. 

“Watch the claws,” He grunts through his gasps as he continues to rapidly pound her. 

“Shut the hell up,” Sakura growls between euphoric moans as her eyelids flutter. Toya smirks and deliberately gives a particularly harsh thrust, making her wince. 

“You gonna keep being -ahhh- ah- a fucking brat ?” He groans, blinking hard to distract himself from the building arousal. He’s determined to break her first, or, at the very least, at the same time. 

“ Y-you’re the f-f-uuuucking brat,” Sakura spits back at him as she grabs a fistful of the black leather, pulling him to her and smashing her lips to his. He digs his fingernails into her exposed shoulders, and it takes everything in him not to rip off that beautiful purple dress she’s wearing. He’d love nothing more than to burn it right off and leave her completely naked, but they had a meeting to attend. It had to be quick. They’d been going at it like rabbits for the past five days ever since they got married. After all, that was the plan that his father placed on his shoulders. Find a strong girl with a strong Quirk. Get hitched. Have a kid. Carry on the legacy. That was his duty as the eldest Todoroki son. It only just so happened that he was actually head over heels for this warrior of a woman. Unlike his father, he married for love and lust rather than for power. They had dated for three years and were engaged for two. It was just by chance that they met. He was drunk off his ass at Hawks’ party, planning on just having a one-night stand with the first sexy bitch that took interest. But then, he locked eyes with this toned, sleek woman with flowing brown hair on the dancefloor. And somehow…he knew. It was only her from then on, no one else. 

Sakura and Toya’s tongues tease each other as the desk screeches back and forth with every motion. Sweat drips down both of them as his hips snap back and forth in fluid, calculated motions. 

“Are you ready for it, baby?” His voice is a gravelly rasp in her ear, and it sends a chill down her spine. 

“Twelfth times the charm,” She sighs with a teasing smile on her face. He would kill to see that smile every waking moment of his life. 

“Fuck…Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, I’m fucking coming ,” The moans tumble out of his mouth as his thrusts become erratic, and he sharply inhales as Sakura’s walls clench around him. Her back arches as he harshly bites his lip and empties into her. Sakura’s legs tremor before they both go still, breathing hard and covered in sweat. Like something out of a movie, they both grab each other’s faces and sloppily kiss one another, overwhelmed with the afterglow. 

BEEEEP! 

“Dabi. The Commission is on Line Four,” Jirou’s voice sounds monotonous and irritated through the phone that Toya shoved to the floor. He growls and rolls his eyes as he breaks away from the kiss. 

“Duty calls, princess,” He sighs before slowly slipping out of her, a breath of relief bursting from the both of them as they separate. Toya shakes himself back into his pants and zips them up, wiping Sakura’s juices off of the outside seams. He leans down, picking up the phone and putting it on the desk as he pulls up his rolling chair. Sakura slowly starts to sit up, scooting to the edge of the desk as she prepares to jump off and grab her panties. Swiftly, Toya stops her, smoothly inserting two fingers inside her, keeping any of the release from seeping out. Sakura freezes as he goes to pick up the phone, and he winks at her before making a “Shhh” gesture with his other hand. 

BEEP! 

He presses the button on the landline and picks up the phone, keeping his fingers still deep inside Sakura. 

“BlueFlame Hero: Dabi, speaking. AKA The Toya Todoroki AKA The Amazing Son of Number Two Hero Endeavor AKA The Number Six on The Chart. What’s up?” He leans back in the chair, flexing his finger once and giving his wife a sideways glance as she squirms, desperately trying to be quiet. 

“Yes, Dabi. Are you aware of the Summit this weekend in Hosu City? You haven’t gotten back to us about your attendance,” The voice crackles through the telephone.

“Mirko and Hawks might’ve mentioned it,” He yawns, uncaring. 

“We’ve been sending you and your staff emails for the past month,” The woman explains, and Toya snorts. 

“Oh, yeah. Those,” He mutters in boredom. 

“So? You do understand that you are expected to attend if you wish to keep that Number Six placement, yes?” The woman deadpans, making Toya’s eyes narrow. 

“I’ll be at your stupid summit. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I wouldn’t miss a chance to embarrass my Dad for the world,” He chuckles before he starts pumping his fingers in and out of Sakura, making her tightly grip the edge of the desk and spread her legs wider. He looks over his shoulder at her, a devilish grin spreading across his face as she looks at him with pleading eyes. He can’t tell if she wants him to stop or keep going, and he loves that. 

“Alright, then, wonderful. We’ll be sending details to your sidekicks promptly. We look forward to seeing you there!” The voice says with faux grandeur. 

“Oh, oh. One more thing. The Summit. It’s a whole weekend, right? So, are we getting fancy hotels? Is this like a just me thing, or am I allowed to bring my beautiful wife along? You know, Draconic Hero: Firebrand. Sakura Todoroki. Sister of Ryuko Tatsuma. I’m sure you’ve heard of her,” Toya winks, and the voice at the other end sighs. 

“Yes, you will be staying in a hotel with all of the other Pros invited. The purpose of the Summit is to promote teamwork and set a goal for the year in terms of capturing villains and stopping the drug rings…” The woman continues to speak, but Toya ignores her, mouthing the words “Blah, blah, blah” and rolling his eyes, making Sakura laugh. Her laugh then dissolves into an involuntary loud moan as Toya intentionally curls his fingers around her G-spot. 

“Did-Did you say something?” The woman suddenly stutters, seemingly flustered. A cruel smirk spreads on Toya’s face. 

“Oh, nothing. I’ll be there. We done?” Toya brazenly asks. 

“Y-y-yes Mister Todoroki- I mean, Dabi, sir. Yes, that’s all I needed. Goodbye,” The Commission employee stammers before the phone line goes dead. 

“N-not cool,” Sakura’s voice lilts, and she glares at Toya as he slides his chair closer to her, his fingers still flexing against her sensitive spot. He pushes in deeper so his thumb can run small circles over her clit, and she sharply inhales. 

“Baby girl, we both know I’m cold as ice,” He smugly replies before slowly pulling his hand out of her, making her shudder. He stares at his fingers, noting the dripping mix of their fluids, and grabs a tissue from the box on his desk. He roughly wipes off his hand before throwing the tissue in the trash bin at his feet. 

“I had to make sure it got all the way inside. Can’t get a kid in you if it all seeps out, now, can we?” He chides before picking her panties up off the floor and handing them to her. 

“Now. I believe these are yours?”

...

“Morning, team,” Toya yawns as he runs a hand through his messy white hair. 

“You’re ten minutes late,” Katsuki snaps, and his friends give him a nervous look. 

“To my own meeting? You can’t start without me anyways. Not like you punks have anywhere else to be,” Toya scoffs, crossing his arms. 

“We didn’t  have  to pick your agency, you know,” Bakugo mutters under his breath, and Kirishima touches his shoulder. 

“Cut it out,” He whispers to his best friend, but Bakugo flinches away. 

“Listen, you’re my favorite, so I’ll give you a pass on the attitude alright. I’ll be on time for the rest of the week, I swear. I had something…important to do,” Toya smiles to himself absentmindedly tapping his foot. Kaminari snickers, and Mina and Jirou simultaneously smack him on the back of the head. The clicking of leather boots echoes in the stairwell behind Toya, and Sakura slowly emerges into the doorway, walking up behind him. She  clearly  is struggling to walk. 

“I’ve got the reports printed out,” Sakura says flatly, handing a folder to Toya. He cracks open the folder and walks up to each sidekick, handing them a sheet of paper. 

“These are your patrol zones for the day. Remember, our goal is to outdo your little friends at Hawks’ and Mirko’s agencies. If you see them, feel free to team up, but be the better hero. If you need me, just call. I’ll have my phone on me all day. I’ve got a meeting with Team Lurkers this afternoon, though. So, I probably won’t answer after four-ish. Got it?” He drones on like a tired drill sergeant. 

“Yes, sir!” They all shout back, except Bakugo, who only gives an annoyed nod. 

“Oh, and whoever can get an embarrassing picture of Shoto fucking up gets a dollar raise,” Toya sneers. 

“What about Deku?” Bakugo raises his eyebrow. 

“The Number One’s prodigy? Ehhhh, maybe like twenty-five cents,” The Pro concedes, making Bakugo smirk. 

“In the bag,” The chaotic sidekick mutters under his breath as he follows his friends out of the automatic doors, leaving Toya and Sakura alone. 

“You…you don’t have a meeting with Team Lurkers at all today,” Sakura points out, raising her eyebrow. 

“Right.  We  are going to a rave with Keigo and Rumi tonight. But, don’t worry. I already promised you, no more hard drugs. But I can’t promise I won’t be doing shots with Keigo,” Toya snickers, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her on the forehead. 

“In the meantime, I think we should pay dear old Dad a visit, considering he didn’t bother showing up to the wedding.” 

[mocksterling]

Pro Hero Touya would be an absolute menace. He plays pranks on Endeavor causing his popularity to go up anytime he does, he backs up Hawks on anything concerning the press that they have fan edits with the clips, Touya is a big mama’s boy so just about every interview of him he brings her up, he went to UA and is one of the closest students to Mic and he visits unannounced all the time, and once All Might retires he becomes the #3 pro hero right behind Hawks.

[dabideserveslove]

Oh, but what if Pro-Hero Touya uses his popularity to destigmatize and raise awareness about mental health by speaking openly about having bipolar disorder?

And after the first widely public interview in which Touya mentions his mental health struggles, he gets an influx of fan letters and fans coming up to him talking about how much hope he's given them because they also have bipolar and have been told that they'd never be able to be a Hero or do anything good or productive in their lives because of it.

Unfortunately, it also comes with a lot of people campaigning for Touya to get his Pro-Hero License taken away because they think he's 'unstable' and 'dangerous' due to having bipolar disorder but it's easy enough to ignore them. He's helping people just by being himself and talking about it - there's no way he's going to stop because of a few uneducated opinions.

[littleblueflamez]

Pro Hero Touya

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO • A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW

Touya Todoroki's hero name is Dabi, no question.

As a pro hero, he takes being a total shithead to a whole new level, being a jerk with a hero license and flashy gear that screams "I'm better than you."

He's the biggest fuckboy on the planet, and as a pro hero, he takes it to a whole new level. He's bedded countless models, actresses, and even fellow pro heroes, and he's far from finished.

He has a custom-painted motorcycle with blue flames, because anything less wouldn't be cool enough for him.

Piercings and tattoos everywhere; he has his ears, nose, tongue, nipples and dick pierced, and his sleeves are adorned with huge tattoos, so are his back and neck.

He's the ultimate PR nightmare, and his publicists practically live in their offices, working overtime to clean up after his never-ending chaos. Sure, he fights villains and saves lives, but his brand thrives on scandals, keeping his publicists working overtime to handle the fallout.

Despite his scandalous reputation, he's a smooth talker when it comes to the media and public, effortlessly playing the role of the good guy when it suits him.

A certified narcissist, he loves to pull the "do you know who I am?" and "my father will sue you" cards.

When it comes to drinking, he's in a league of his own. This man can and will outdrink anyone, even Endeavor, leaving no doubt about his legendary tolerance.

Dabi's strategic mind and tactical prowess make him a formidable force on the battlefield, earning him the respect of both allies and adversaries.

Pro Hero Dabi is known for his unconventional methods, often bending or breaking the rules to achieve his goals. His willingness to operate in morally gray areas sets him apart from traditional heroes.

Despite his cocky and rebellious attitude, Dabi possesses a keen intellect and a deep understanding of human nature, allowing him to manipulate situations to his advantage.

Despite his outward bravado, Dabi is fiercely loyal to those he considers allies, willing to go to great lengths to protect and support them, even if it means defying conventional hero ethics.

Dabi holds an unbreakable bond with his younger brother, Natsuo, whom he regards as his closest and most trusted friend.

After meeting you, his current girlfriend, Pro Hero Dabi has undergone a significant personal transformation. Your presence in his life has prompted him to adopt a more mature and responsible demeanor. His commitment to you has motivated him to address his tendencies towards excessive drinking and flirting with others, as he strives to be the best partner he can be for you.

Those close to Dabi have noticed a significant change in his behavior, witnessing his earnest efforts to improve himself for the sake of your relationship. His commitment to personal growth and positive change reflects his deep investment in you and your future together.

In his free time, Dabi enjoys playing the electric guitar, and he takes particular delight in performing on his customized Fender Stratocaster.

[sunshinejirachi]

I’m just a girl that wants Touya to be happy

pro hero touya who is still a menace to society but not a villain (don't talk to me about the fire i know it's ugly i'm not happy about it either)

thanks for looking i'm gonna go think about touya more (he might be my roman empire)

pls let me be deluded in pretending he's happy.

thanks

[aarcanevillains]

Encoded Chronicles: Characters

Masterlist

Meet the Cast of Ashes Between Us

Phoenix

Name: Touya Todoroki

Alias: Phoenix

Quirk: Blue flame

Age / DOB: 23-24 / January 18

Looks: Link | Link | Extra

Family: Enji Todoroki, Rei Todoroki, Fyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki

Height: 176cm (5’9”)

Genesis

Name: Yoru Shimura

Alias: Genesis

Quirk: Float and Decay

~ She can suspend herself in the air ~ She has a five-point touch quirk that decays whatever she touches- unlike Tenko/Tomura however, she can undo some of the damage she causes

Age / D.O.B: 23-24 / August 2

Looks: Link

Family: Nao Magi-Tsukauchi, Naomasa Tsukauchi (stepfather), Hana Shimura, Tenko Shimura, Mako Magi, Chizuo Magi, Nana Shimura, Kotaro Shimura (deceased)

Height: 167cm (5'6")

Omen

Name: Eto Midoriya

Alias: Omen

Quirk: Copy

~Can permanently copy quirks par mutation types, it is unknown why she had this quirk as DNA suggests she is biologically Inko and Hisashi's

~She cannot take quirks, but she can disregard quirks from her arsenal that she deems unsuitable for herself

Age / D.O.B: 21 / October 31

Looks: Link

Family: Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya, Izumi Midoriya and Hisashi Midoriya

Height: 170cm (5'7")

Jackal

Name: Izumi Midoriya

Alias: Jackal

Quirk: Telekinesis

~ Unlike their mother her telekinesis has a much broader and stronger spectrum

~ Though she starts as a general student a surprise transfer and her twin's excitement leads her to enjoy this new career path

Age / D.O.B: 16 / July 15

Looks: Link

Family: Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya (twin), Eto Midoriya and Hisashi Midoriya

Height: 166cm (5'5")

[keikiri-kitten]

a/n: wanted to go into depth about pro hero dabi with a small little angsty drabble! we get to see all the family together and how they cope with normal family arguments and not their brother/son literally being a villainous murderer.

Family dinners at the Todoroki household had become something far and few in-between due to the recent success of proheroes Dabi and Shoto. It seemed as though the entire atmosphere changed when the two brothers were missing dinner and instead being shown on the television for the rest of the family to see. There was a motherly pride not only radiating from Rei but Fuyumi as well, watching the men cover their screen. Advertisements, interviews, news segments and entertainment show spots were just some of the things that they would sometimes catch at the right time.

Endeavor, who always knew his sons were bound for great success because of his training, kept mum on their celebrity. Why comment on the inevitable? The only one who didn’t seem to understand was Natsuo. Natsuo tried to live a normal life. He chose college, a normal job, dating on his own terms and at his own time. He didn’t want what could come from being a hero. 

The Todoroki family had always been a close knit unit. There was nothing they didn’t know about each other. But when Natsuo could feel the separation widening within this unit, he began to pull away from the brothers. That was until the family were sitting at the table with all sorts of expressions when the pushy Dabi got Natsuo to chirp about his new fling.

“Touya, eat your food. Mom and I worked really hard on it.” fuyumi scolded her brother, resting her wrist on the table with an annoyed appearance dressing her face. She hated when Touya got chatty, it would always lead to someone getting defensive over his brash commentary. She knew Natsuo was his next victim.

“I will but this has a bit more flavor,” Touya propped his hand in the air to exaggerate his statement. Pinching his fingers together, he kissed his fingertips before leaning over the food slightly to intimidate his brother into talking. “Seriously Natsuo? When did this happen?”

Shoto always maintained a neutral stance, but he couldn’t help but realize the pest Touya could be. “When he’s ready, he will tell us.” 

“Shoto,” piercing blue eyes snapped to the youngest with agitation, “shut up.”

Natsuo could feel the spotlight on him burning brighter as he was put in the hotseat. The cameras were for the other boys, not him. He wasn’t good with moments like this. “Ah, it’s stupid, maybe she’s a rebound–” he tried, chuckling with his eyes glued to his food. 

“It’s not stupid!” Touya's face lit up again before his fists banged against the table, grabbing all of his family’s attention. Even Enji was startled. “My brother gets a new girlfriend and it seems like all of my family knows but me!” The wide grin he had was beginning to shake as he stared at his brother– his supposed best friend. “ I wanna know about her. We’re supposed to be close.” 

“How close can anyone really be to the number 2 hero anymore?” Natsuo didn’t mean for it to come off so harsh. He looked apologetic the moment he was finished, spotting a frown on his older brother's face.

“What? I make time. As much as I can.” Touya scoffed, brushing his brother off with his hand waving in the other direction. It was a front, even you, his fiance sitting besides him knew that. There was a very loud silence in the room. No one said anything, even you. It made him flush with embarrassment. “I make time,” his voice went cold and filled with hurt.

“Please don’t start at the table…please.” Rei begged, holding out a hand to reach for her son.

“Where is this coming from?” Touya didn’t stop, looking around the table to realize not a single individual was looking him in the eyes.

“Touya,” his mother tried again.

“Mom–” he snapped, yanking his hand from her touch all while stitching his brows. “So you all wanna be quiet when I’m asking you a question? You all feel like this?” 

Rei didn’t want to see dinner ruined after many days of seeing one of her children missing from the table for various reasons. One good meal with her babies and she would be fine. “Touya, we can think of something else to talk about, yeah? This is a discussion you two can have afterwards.” 

“No, if this is something you all wanna be tight lipped about, I’m not talking about anything.” He dropped his utensils on the table and dusted his hands on his clothes before looking Natsuo in the eyes. Natsuo stared at him in regret. The eldest stood from his seat to point at his brother. “I’m sorry being number 2 makes your skin burn but I’m not the only brother in the top 10 and I don’t see anyone giving Shoto heat for his success. I’m successful.”

“It’s not about that Touya–”

“Oh piss off Fuyumi, you’re a school teacher. You can come home after your nine to five without a scratch on you and they’d still love you more than the one fighting for their lives,” he barked at his sister, tilting his head down before holding a hand out for you to take. “Come on. We’re going home.”

As you stood up, you whispered a goodbye to the family and sauntered off with him. The table split looks of either disapproval or shock. They knew Dabi was a hot head but one thing they didn’t really understand was how emotionally charged he was. That night was only opening the cover page of his chapter book of feelings and emotions. As the family once again sat in silence, Rei jumped from her seat to chase the both of you down. 

“Touya!” Rei trekked through the corridor to spot the both of you prior to you stepping down the stairs. “Touya wait!” 

“There’s nothing you can say to make me stay. We’re going home, ma.” he didn’t want to hear it. He knew it would be an excuse to come back inside and finish a plate in silence.

“I’m not here to stop you.” his mother spoke up and out of breath. “I just wanna talk to you,” sending you a gracious glance, her focus shifted back to her son. “Just you.” it was a cue for you to leave, though being engaged to someone like Dabi, you made sure to never be too far away. You found comfort taking a few more steps to pause at the bridge that went over that small pond you adored.

“Natsuo is just a bit sensitive. You aren’t just brothers but you’re his best friend. He feels like he’s losing you to the rest of Japan.” Rei placed her hand on her son’s shoulder.

‘Why doesn’t he treat Shoto with that same shitty logic? I’m not stopping him from becoming a goddamn hero.” 

“You watch your mouth,” his mother spat. “And he’s not that close with Shoto. No one is.”

Touya tried to take a step back from his anger and think about his next words. While he was heated, he felt more hurt than anything. “I try to come around,” his voice hushed to avoid anyone other than his mother hearing him be vulnerable. “Do you think I spend too much time away from you guys?” he quizzed. “Mom?” 

“I think we have a very complicated family dynamic.” Touya rolled his eyes but looked back to his mother as she continued to speak. “I don’t want you to feel bad about the time you spend away doing what you love or being with who you love. You save people, Touya. I’m proud of you. You could have been doing anything else in the world. With all the things your father has put you through I’m more shocked you stuck to your guns and became a hero. You and Fuyumi try your hardest to keep this family together. Natsuo is scared. We all are.” He tried…he really tried hearing his mother’s side and from the bridge, you could see his face falling. 

“Of what? I can take care of myself.” Touya’s brows stitched together as he raised his hands to emphasize the world around him.

“Japan needs Dabi, but we need Touya. I need Touya.” Rei scolded, “you’re my baby and I would never ask you to stretch yourself thin. If you’re trying and your brothers and sister cannot seem to understand it, let yourself be misunderstood. You do what is best for you. I always told you that.” Placing her hand on her son’s chest, she gave him a nod of approval.

He tried to stand strong, but he couldn’t. Dabi took his mothers hand and kissed her knuckles, staring into her steel colored eyes. “I think we’re going to head home.” 

“Will you talk to Natsuo before you go?”

“I’ll head back over tomorrow. I promised my fiancé some alone time.” grabbing the back of his mother’s head, he kissed the top of her head. “I love you Ma.” backing away from his mother, he waved her a small goodbye before scraping his shoes along the dirt and holding a hand out for you to take as he stepped up the bridge.

[maybeoneday2121]

Crashing and Burning

PROHERO Touya x reader part 7

Very short, I hope it is alright.

After Keigo bursts through the door, you notice Shigaraki and Touya and then a bunch of pro hero’s arrive on the scene. You relax a little bit after seeing your captures start to become overwhelmed by the hero’s. The villains begin to flee and as they do Renzo makes eye contact with you and simply smirks and quickly slips out undetected. You go to run after him but you feel a warm hand on your shoulder making you turn away, the exhaustion starts to slip it’s way into your brain and makes your eyelids incredibly heavy.

“Hey, (y/n).”

Touya’s voice softly comes out with a hint of relief.

You feel so much happiness seeing him even though he could get on your nerves.

You look at his pretty cyan eyes, never appreciating the bright light he held in them. As you were looking at that bright light he held he began studying yours. His hand was still on your shoulder and you slowly found yourself leaning into his right callous hand.

“Missed you, by the way.”

Quietly touya spoke up making you lean even closer to him.

“I think I missed you a little, aswell.”

You reached your hand towards his face very slowly, you could feel his hot breath gently brushing your face. He was also leaning towards you, your breathing was beginning to sync up.

Your inches away from one another’s lips, his hand now holding your cheek and yours on the back of his neck. You didn’t know what had come over you, but something in your heart was telling you not to back out right now. It didn’t look like touya wanted to back out either. Just as your lips were about to touch, you felt a tickle on your calf and you panicked thinking it’s a spider or something and break the intense contact that you and touya were holding. By the time you look down swatting at what you assume is little creature but you see absolute nothing.

What the heck

Thinking to yourself just feeling annoyed, shaking your head at yourself you look back at touya.

“Umm sorry, looking around you see that the room is pretty much empty, “we should head back to the other, hey”

“Yeah let’s get you home.”

It now get different between you to, you don’t want to punch the living day lights out of him every single time you look at him. He leads you out of the room and strong hands resting comfortably on your waist. Naturally you find yourself leaning in to him a bit more.

Quickly you get sent away in ambulance and head straight to the closest hospital. Touya offered to come with you but this is something you wanted to go on your own, didn’t want people worrying about you. Even though their was a strong feeling of wanting to let him come and keep you company but you ignored it.

What was happening to you, what were these feelings you never really felt this way about someone before, and especially for touya, your biggest competition.

As you were walking with touya you failed to notice your other friend, Keigo look at you two with a strong tinge of jealousy in his eyes.

[lackyghost]

Todoroki Touya is seated on a wide leather sofa in his two-bedroom apartment, the TV on in the background, the lights of it shining off the man’s snow white hair and the silver cuffs that line his ears. His skin is crisscrossed in little scars and burns, marks he’s gained over his years as a Pro Hero, and his turquoise eyes are lidded as he stares up at the younger man perched on his lap.

Ash blonde spikes surround Bakugou Katsuki’s head in an explosion of chaos, and his scarlet eyes are burning in their intensity as he pants against his boyfriend’s lips. He moans softly as he grinds down against Touya, their covered cocks rubbing together through the cotton of their pajama pants.

“Do you know what today is?” Katsuki asks as he starts nipping along the older man’s jaw.

Touya hums. “Tuesday?”

“No, you idiot,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes, not that the other can see. “Two years ago today, your dumb ass asked me to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh, fuck,” Touya says, and then groans as Katsuki rolls his hips down. “I didn’t realize it’d been that long.”

“I wanna celebrate,” Katsuki says, and then sucks lightly on his pulse point.

“Ha-ah, yes,” Touya says, smirking as he slides his hands from the man’s hips to his ass, grabbing the plump globes. “You want me to eat you out, hmm?”

“I wanna go on a date,” Katsuki says, and Touya’s playful mood drops.

“You know we can’t do that, we can’t be seen together,” Touya says, and Katsuki sighs, continuing to kiss along his boyfriend’s neck so he can hide the hurt expression on his face.

“I know we agreed to do this fucking secret shit, but this fucking sucks,” Katsuki says.

Touya groans in annoyance and pulls back, bringing his hands up to Katsuki’s face, forcing the younger man to meet his gaze. “I don’t like it either, but Enji is obsessed with carrying on the Todoroki legacy. He would never accept me being with another man.”

“But he’s got other kids,” Katsuki says, trying not to sound like a petulant child—he’s twenty, for fucks’ sake. “Natsuo just got engaged to that Doctor Hana chick, Fuyumi and Tensei are expecting their first kid, and Shouto is dating that Illus-o-Bitch now. Those assholes can make a fuckton of shitty heirs.”

“Katsuki, stop,” Touya says firmly. “I couldn’t handle my dad being disappointed in me, okay? I’ve spent my entire fucking life trying to make him proud.”

“What’s there to not be fucking proud of, hah?” Katsuki says, scowling. “You’ve been in the top five for the past five fucking years, you came in first last year, you’re a fucking badass, Touya! Everyone knows that the villains are fucked when Dabi rolls onto the scene.���

“Enough,” Touya says, his annoyance high enough to make his erection droop. “I really don’t want to fight about this again, okay?”

Katsuki sighs, but nods, leaning in to press their lips together. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Touya says, humming into the kiss.

—

As they do every time they happen to have a day off together, the unofficial ‘Baku-Squad,’ as Mina and Denki had drunkenly declared them after sneaking whiskey into the dorms in their second year at UA, all head out to the Kiyashi Ward Mall.

Jirou Kyouka is leading the group; short and thin, with angular purple hair and black eyes. She has one arm looped around the elbow of her much taller girlfriend, Yaoyorozu Momo, whose curvaceous form towers over Kyouka’s. Momo’s long black hair is up in a high ponytail, black eyes warm and kind. They’ve been together since the end of their second year at UA.

Kaminari Denki is behind them, golden blonde hair styled perfectly to display the black lightning bolt in his bangs, falling intentionally across his forehead, above his golden eyes. His boyfriend of just over a year, Shinsou Hitoshi, is at his side; lavender eyes lined in heavy bags, violet hair as disheveled as always.

Kirishima Eijirou is taller than all the rest of them, his red hair no longer spiked the way he wore it back in their UA days. It’s longer now, pulled back in a loose bun, the strands pulled away from his crimson eyes. His massive hand engulfs his girlfriend’s pink one, her copper eyes bright against her black sclera, ivory horns poking up from her pink curls. They’ve been dating since middle school, which shocked everyone in Class A back in high school, because they’d managed to hide that fact until graduation day.

Katsuki has to fight back the urge to scowl as he trails behind them all, seventh-wheeling with only Sero Hanta at his side. The tall, slender man is single, black eyes not showing even a hint of jealousy and Katsuki feels himself growing more annoyed at that fact.

“I fucking hate this shit,” Katsuki grumbles out—because if he has to be miserable, he might as well bitch to the only one of his friends who figured out his relationship.

Hanta is eerily perceptive, and the first time he’d seen Katsuki and Touya in the same room, he had immediately figured it out. He’d waited until he and Katsuki were alone though, having also picked up on the obvious factor of them keeping it a secret. It’s something he’s been thankful for, because every once in a while it just feels like too much and he hates it because he fucking loves Touya, and he wants to tell everyone.

“Have you tried talking to him about it again?” Hanta questions, and Katsuki groans, dropping his head back.

“So many fucking times,” Katsuki says, and then scowls, eyes darting up to their friends before looking to Hanta. “We just had our two year anniversary, and do you know what we did?”

“What?” Hanta asks, cocking a brow.

“We made out on the fucking couch and then had sex before passing out in bed, and then I woke up alone because he had to go back to his room just in case someone came over for a surprise visit,” Katsuki says seethingly, his voice radiating with anger and hurt.

Hanta hisses sympathetically at that. “Shit, man.”

“And I fucking get it, okay?” Katsuki says, barely refraining from yelling. “At first it was fine, it was even kinda fun, but it’s been two years and I don’t know how much more I can fucking take. I hate feeling like I’m a fucking mistress, like I’m a dirty fucking secret.”

Hanta frowns as he looks over his dejected expression. “If it’s making you this miserable, then maybe it’s time for you to lay it all out for him. Let him know that if he wants to continue the relationship, things need to come out of the shadows. And if he isn’t ready for that, maybe it’s better for you to go your separate ways.”

Katsuki gives him a bewildered look. “You want me to give him a fuckin’ ultimatum?”

“You don’t have to do it,” Hanta says, and then sighs, running a hand through his shaggy black mullet. “But you shouldn’t be stuck feeling like this, man. You deserve to be happy.”

Katsuki scoffs and looks up at their friends just as Momo swoops down to kiss her girlfriend’s cheek. Katsuki swallows thickly and lets out a long sigh and then drags a hand down his face as he mutters out a low, “Fuck.”

—

Touya has on his hero costume—his black pants, black sleeveless trench coat, the tail of it lined in blue flames, and a pale blue under-suit covers him from ankle to neck to wrist. The bodysuit is the most vital piece to his costume, as it regulates his body temperature, something he literally couldn’t survive without, as his own blue flames can easily grow hot enough to burn his own skin, something he’d unfortunately learned as a child.

Meeting with fans is always something Touya has enjoyed doing; he’s a charismatic guy, and the chance to chat up various people is something he rarely turns down. One of his dad’s ex-sidekick-recently-turned-Pros is with him today.

Burnin rolls her copper eyes, mane of green flames crackling with her annoyance as she plants her hands on her hips. Touya just snickers at her though, having always considered the woman to be a sort of older sister.

She sees the mirth in his eyes and huffs out a small laugh, knowing he’s drawing out this particular fan session just to be a little shit.

“It’s Endeavor!”

“Who’s he with!?”

“Is that the Rabbit Hero!?”

Touya curiously looks over, grinning when he sees his father walking in his direction with none other than Mirko, whose white bunny ears stick up from her same colored hair, contrasting with her dark almond skin. She catches Touya’s gaze and a smirk twists at her lips, red eyes amused.

“So nice of you to hop your bunny ass on over here,” Touya drawls as he makes his way over to them.

“Someone has to check on the riffraff,” Mirko teases. “Good thing I did too, looks like someone needs to remind you that heroics isn’t about how nice your ass looks on the cover of a magazine.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous,” Touya says, smirking widely.

The snarky little reunion is ruined as soon as Enji opens his mouth. “Ah, is this young love?”

Touya and Mirko both grimace heavily, but fortunately Enji’s earpiece goes off, the call from his secretary loud enough for them all to hear the woman shrieking about how his newest UA intern locked themselves in the training room. Enji’s nostrils flare and he looks to Burnin, who rolls her eyes, but nods.

“Apologies,” Enji says to Mirko, and then jets himself up into the air, taking off toward his agency.

“Don’t stay out past curfew,” Burnin says, and Touya flips her off, which only has her cackling as she takes off after her ex-boss.

“Oof,” Mirko says, looking to Touya and raising a brow. “You still haven’t said anything to the old man?”

Touya gives her a flat look. “I can’t.”

“Right,” Mirko says, rolling her eyes. “I forgot that not being a little bitch is hard for you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Touya snaps, forcing back the desire to burst into flames as his anger boils up. “I fucking hate having to hide this shit. I don’t want it to be a fucking secret, but if he found out, it would ruin everything I’ve been working for.”

The look Mirko gives him is so full of apathetic pity that it makes him want to punch her in the face. She can clearly sense that, and her ears twitch as she scoffs, crossing her arms, cocking her head at him.

“I’m only gonna say this once, and only because you’re my friend and I give a fuck about you,” Mirko starts, and Touya narrows his eyes. “You need to reevaluate your priorities.”

“Fuck off,” Touya says, turning his back to her.

—

The sound of the apartment door closing has Katsuki sighing from his spot in the kitchen. He looks down at the sink, eyes lidding as he stares at the last of the dirty dishes as he languidly rinses it off. He’d told himself that he was going to wait until after dinner, until Natsuo left and he and Touya were alone.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he places the bowl on the drying rack.

He tugs up the sink plug and dries his hands off slowly before turning around and looking out through the sliding kitchen door. He swallows thickly, hating the way his throat feels tight and his chest aches, but he needs to do this. He can’t stop thinking about Hanta’s words, and as much as he hates the idea of an ultimatum, he doesn’t see much of a choice.

With a heavy sigh, and a hope that he’s wrong about how this is going to play out, he steps through the kitchen doorway, looking around the open living room, at the end of which sit three doors—the bathroom in the center, Katsuki’s bedroom on the left, and Touya’s bedroom on the right.

Touya is seated on the couch, the TV is off, but he’s scrolling through social media on his phone. When he hears Katsuki’s light footsteps approaching, he puts his phone down and smiles at him as the blonde sits next to him, reaching out to wrap his arm around Katsuki’s trim waist.

“What do you wanna watch?” Touya asks as he leans forward, using his free hand to grab the remote from the coffee table.

“Touya,” Katsuki says, his tone gathering all of his boyfriend’s attention. “My birthday is next month, and I want to go out and have dinner with you.”

“Katsu,” Touya says with a sigh, leaning back as he frowns. “I hate this as much as you do, but we can’t.”

Katsuki’s eyes flick up as he tries to resist the desire to cry; unable to meet Touya’s gaze as he puts his own heart on the line. “I love you, but I can’t keep doing this.”

“What?” Touya says, eyes wide.

“This fucking secret dating thing,” Katsuki clarifies, forcing himself to look at the white-haired man. “Either we go public with this… or I’m—fuck—I’m done.”

He is trying so hard not to cry as he watches Touya’s face contort in various emotions, flickering from shock to anger to hurt to incredulity to a messed up conglomeration of them all.

“That’s not fair,” Touya finally says. “How am I supposed to choose?”

Katsuki barks out a harsh laugh at that and licks his lips as he nods once. “Yeah. That’s… kinda what I expected.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” Touya asks, his chest aching as his anxiety squirms to the surface of his brain.

“I want you to say that I mean more than your childhood fantasy,” Katsuki says, reaching behind himself to grab Touya’s hand, pulling it from his waist before standing up. “I’m tired of feeling like you’re ashamed of me, tired of feeling like I’m not important enough. I get that you want to be daddy’s number one, but I’m not gonna hide in a fucking closet so you can chase Endeavor’s shadow.”

Touya’s jaw drops, and he is utterly frozen as he watches Katsuki make his way over to the bedroom on the left. Katsuki wipes at his eyes as soon as he’s out of sight and goes to his closet, opening it up and pulling out his already packed suitcase. He had tried to hold onto hope for this day going differently, but he knows that Touya is a stubborn bastard who won’t back down for anything.

He should’ve known better than to think he could ever take the number one spot in Touya’s life. It’s probably selfish for him to want to be more important than anything else, but he can’t help the way he’s fantasized about having a life with Touya—getting married, adopting a child, moving into a nice house near a good school.

He steps out of his bedroom and his eyes land on his ex-boyfriend, who hasn’t moved a muscle to even attempt to stop him from leaving, and his heart plummets further. He makes his way over to the front door and swaps out his slippers for his shoes, and then pulls out his keys and slowly slides off the one for the apartment.

He sets the little golden key down on the small entryway table, opens the door, and walks out, shutting it behind himself with a soft click.

Touya stares blankly at the door, too stunned to move as he mentally replays the visual of the love of his life leaving him. He doesn’t even realize that tears have fallen down his face, too lost in the knowledge that he fucked everything up.

—

Two unconscious men are sprawled out on either side of hero Shouto, who’s navy blue suit further offsets his mismatched appearance; his hair red and white, split down the middle, with a gray eye on the right and a turquoise on the left. He’s shockingly limited on scars for a pro hero, sporting no severe injuries, though his dual Quirks certainly help with that.

He’s got a furious glower on his face, though it’s not aimed at the villains, but rather at his eldest brother, who is wiping his bloody knuckles off on his pants. The blood is from one of the villains, who he had undoubtedly given a concussion when he’d knocked the man out before lurching to kick the gut of the other, following up with a karate chop to the carotid.

“You need to stop using excessive force,” Shouto says, usually flat tone laced in annoyance.

“Shut the fuck up,” Touya says, sneering harshly at him.

“I don’t know what caused your awful mood lately, but it’s only gotten worse over the past couple of weeks, and I’m not going to put up with it much longer,” Shouto says, crouching down to place cuffs on the villain’s wrists.

“Mind your own goddamn business,” Touya bites out.

Shouto lets out an annoyed grunt. “If I put in a refusal to work with you, you’ll be on your own, Dabi. Everyone else has already filed complaints against you.”

“Good,” Touya says, scowling angrily. “I’m fucking sick of everyone telling me what an asshole I am, as if I didn’t already fucking know that I’m a piece of shit.”

Shouto gives him another flat look. “I’m taking the villains in. You need to submit your paperwork by the end of the day.”

“Fuck off,” Touya says. “I’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer than you.”

Shouto rolls his eyes at that, reaching down to grip the cuffs of the villains, using them to hold onto the men as he raises them up on a pillar of ice, and then starts sliding along it toward the police station. Touya glares after him for a moment before growling under his breath and turning away to march off in the opposite direction, looking for someone else to pummel.

Misery and self-hatred is what’s been fueling him for the past two weeks since Katsuki dumped him. He’s laid on the bed in Katsuki’s room every night, even though he can hardly fucking sleep because his brain is so consumed repeating his mistakes, reminding him what a bastard he is.

He’s tried to apologize to Katsuki, but the man has blocked him on every social media platform, on his cellphone, and he immediately blocked the fake account Touya made to try to message him online. He’d even attempted to send messages via the ‘Baku-Squad,’ but they refused to answer him.

When he’d seen Chargebolt and Red Riot out on patrol a few days ago, he had rushed to them and casually asked where Katsuki was, but it was clear in the anger on their faces that the man had told them about what happened. Touya has never seen Red Riot truly angry before, and he had to admit that the man looked positively menacing when he had warned Touya to stay away.

Touya is so lost in his own head that he doesn’t hear the person stepping up behind him; completely misses the sounds of their skipping.

As far as he’s concerned, he’s just suddenly in an empty black void; numb to the feeling of his body hitting the ground, of the hands that grab his wrists to drag him into an alleyway.

He looks around the darkness, and jumps backwards in his headspace when a woman pops up in front of him with a cheery, “Hello!”

She’s fairly short, with lightly tanned warm ivory skin. Her mint green hair is straight, draping just past her shoulders, the top of her head covered by a bright orange bandana. Her dark teal eyes are wide and a bright grin is plastered on her face as she waves one of her orange-gloved hands at him.

Her torso is covered with a black sleeveless turtleneck and teal and orange puffy shorts go from her waist to her upper thighs. A black corset lines her waist, which sports little yellow smiley faces all the way around. Black boots are on her feet, the only normal looking part of her entire ensemble.

“Who the fuck are you?” Touya spits out.

The woman giggles loudly, hands flying to her midsection as she laughs. The longer it goes on, the more annoyed Touya becomes, until his nostrils are flaring and he moves into a fighting position—which she notices and snickers at.

“I’m Ms. Joke!” She finally declares, and the name tugs faintly on Touya’s memories, but he can’t quite connect the dots. “My Quirk is called Fool, and it allows me to see a person’s regrets.”

Touya’s entire body goes still and he narrows his eyes at her. “Are you blackmailing me, bitch?”

“Of course not!” She says, waving one hand nonchalantly. “But I am gonna make you live through variations of your biggest regret for the next 24 hours. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine when you wake up—maybe even more clearheaded.”

She giggles again, and her body slowly fades, until only her head remains, bobbing tauntingly in the air. “It’s April Fools’ Day, and you are the fool.”

—

“Ugh, I’m hungry,” Denki whines as he walks down the road, pouting dramatically as he clutches his stomach. “My tumbly is all rumbly.”

Mina snorts from his side, both of them decked out in their hero costumes. “We can stop by that takoyaki stand, it’s at the end of this street.”

“Shit, yes,” Denki says, his golden eyes brightening up. “We should get extra…”

He trails off when his eyes land on a set of legs poking out from behind a dumpster down the nearest alleyway. He sucks in a sharp breath and hurries over, Mina hot on his heels.

It’s not until they round the dark green dumpster that they realize it’s Touya.

“Fuck,” Mina says, dropping down as she checks for a pulse, sighing in relief when she feels a strong one, though his chest is moving fairly shallowly.

“This can’t be good,” Denki says as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’m gonna call it in.”

Mina nods, looking down at Touya’s unconscious face for a long moment as she contemplates her options, though she knows what she has to do. No matter how badly the unconscious Pro Hero hurt her friend, she knows that Katsuki needs to know what’s going on.

—

Touya wakes up feeling warm and content and he blinks his eyes open, finding Katsuki in his arms, the man’s sleeping face tilted up toward him in his slumber. A soft smile pulls his lips and he leans in to place a soft kiss to his cheek before carefully maneuvering his arm out from under him.

He slides out of bed, carefully moving the orange blanket and smoothing out the black pillowcase, knowing he needs to ensure it doesn’t look like he was there. He can’t risk anyone coming in and catching them like this.

He silently makes his way out of the room, going to the next door over and walking into the bathroom. He turns on the shower in the corner and while he waits for the water to heat up, he brushes his teeth. When he’s done with that, he pulls off his sleep pants and boxers and chucks them into the hamper before stepping into the shower, sighing contentedly at the hot spray.

The door opens a moment later and he opens his eyes, locking gazes with Katsuki as the man starts to brush his own teeth, unashamedly checking Touya out. The older man wants to be turned on by it, but all it does is send a pang of anxiety down his spine, and he frowns.

“You know, we could save water by showering together,” Katsuki says teasingly and Touya blinks, hit by a sudden wave of déjà vu.

He shakes it off though, and forces a smirk to his face. “No can do, Doll. Natsuo is coming over for lunch, and you know he likes to get here early.”

Katsuki’s shoulders slump slightly and he sighs—and then suddenly, it’s like the day speeds up, everything playing at triple speed as he gets dressed, pouts as Katsuki scolds him for adding too much water to the rice cooker, and then he’s opening the door for Natsuo, sitting at the table and eating, laughing when Natsuo cracks a joke about how Touya needs to buckle down on finding a girlfriend before dad pimps him out for his genes.

It doesn’t calm down until Natsuo leaves and Touya half collapses on the sofa, feeling like he’s just run a marathon. He groans, rubbing a hand over his face before pulling out his cellphone and pulling up the Hero News Network to see what’s been going on.

He hears Katsuki’s light footsteps and puts his phone down so he can look up at his boyfriend, giving him a smile as he sits next to him. He immediately reaches out to wrap an arm around his waist as he bends forward to grab the television remote.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks.

“Touya,” Katsuki says; his tone sending dread down to Touya’s toes as he turns to look at him. “My birthday is next month, and I want to go out and have dinner with you.”

A horrible feeling builds up in Touya’s guts, mixing with the déjà vu. “You know that we can’t do that.”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Katsuki says, averting his gaze. “This whole… secret dating thing. Either we go public with this… or I’m—shit—I’m done.”

“That’s not fair,” Touya chokes out.

“And it’s not fair that I have to feel like you’re ashamed of me,” Katsuki says, turning back to him, red eyes wet.

“What do you want me to do?” Touya asks, his chest tightening painfully.

“I want you to choose me,” Katsuki says, his breath hitching as he stands up. “But I should’ve known that you wouldn’t.”

“Wait,” Touya says, reaching out for him, but the blonde doesn’t look back.

He is frozen in his spot as he watches the love of his life walk into his bedroom, walking back out far too quickly, wheeling a black suitcase behind him as he goes to the front door. He pulls his keys from his pocket and slides the one to the apartment off, setting it on the entryway table before opening the door and leaving.

—

Touya blinks his eyes open, gasping lightly when he finds Katsuki in his arms, the man’s sleeping face tilted up toward him in his slumber. He lets out a relieved breath and leans in to place a quick kiss to the blonde’s cheek before carefully maneuvering his arm out from under him.

He slides out of bed, fixing up the blanket and pillow before quietly making his way out of the room, going into the bathroom. He turns on the shower in the corner and while he waits for the water to heat up, he brushes his teeth. When he’s done with that, he places his toothbrush back into the holder and pulls off his sleep pants and boxers and chucks them into the hamper before stepping into the shower, sighing at the hot spray.

The door opens a moment later and he opens his eyes, watching as Katsuki steps up to the sink and starts to brush his own teeth, unashamedly checking Touya out.

“You know, we could save water by showering together,” Katsuki says teasingly, and Touya’s entire body goes rigid.

—

Katsuki slows down outside the hospital, panting lightly, his chest tight both from the exertion of having run all the way from his house and the panic coursing through his body. He gulps down a lungful of air and forces his breathing to calm down before he steps up to the automatic doors.

He goes straight to the nurse’s desk, tapping his fingers impatiently on the counter. “Where’s Todoroki Touya?”

The woman gives him a flat look. “You need to sign in.”

“Seriously?” Katsuki says, cocking a brow.

“Everyone has to sign in before going to the Quirk Ward, Pro Hero or not,” she says, and Katsuki scrunches his nose up, but he takes the clipboard from her when she holds it out and messily scrawls his name down. “Go through the doors to your left and follow the signs to get to the Q-Wing. He’s on the second floor, in room 216.”

“Right,” Katsuki says, turning to walk off quickly.

“Visiting hours are nearly up,” she calls after him, but he just waves a dismissive hand over his shoulder.

He moves as quickly as he can, following the appropriate signs and doing his best not to break out in a run. He bypasses the elevator in favor of taking the stairs, bolting up the two flights and shoving the door open, nearly smacking into Utsushimi Camie, who squeaks in surprise.

“Oh, damn, babes, you scared me,” the tall, shapely woman says, flicking a strand of her long blonde hair over her shoulder before planting her hand on her hip.

“The fuck’re you doing here?” Katsuki snaps out, crossing his arms and putting on his best annoyed glare.

“Came with Shou,” she says, her thick lips pulling into a frown as she looks at him, deceptively innocent brown eyes seeing straight past his illusion of calm. She steps closer to him and lowers her voice. “Here’s the tea—they think he got hit by Ms. Joke’s Quirk. She’s knocked out, like, eight people today.

“The chick who knocked out twelve people last year in Kyushu?” Katsuki asks, furrowing his brows, eyes darting over her shoulder to ensure they’re still alone.

“It’s the only day she does it, according to Tsukauchi,” Camie says, nodding sagely. “He said it’s like, a Groundhog Day thing, I guess? It lasts 24 hours, and they’re stuck in a loop where they relive the worst regret of their life. Supes rough, ya know? Apparently it gets harsher and harsher each time until the 24 hours are up.”

Katsuki nods, his brows knitting together. “What happens when he wakes up? S’ he gonna be okay?”

Camie raises one brow, a small twitch at the corner of her mouth. “Ya know, if ya don’t tone it down, I ain’t gonna be the only one to unravel your secret, babes.”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki snaps, growling lowly. “It’s over anyway. Doesn’t fucking matter.”

Surprise flashes across her face, and she clearly wants to ask for more information, but she holds herself back. “He’s gonna be fine. Everyone else was okay, just had yucky nightmares for a while.”

Katsuki nods, feeling his shoulders relax slightly, though all the tension in his body immediately comes back when a familiar voice calls out, “Camie, are you ready to go?”

Katsuki looks up, meeting dual-toned eyes, and Shouto tilts his head curiously as he walks over. “Bakugou? What are you doing here?”

“Really, Shou?” Camie says, giggling as she kisses his cheek. “You can be so silly sometimes. Of course he would come to see if his friend and roommate is okay.”

“Oh,” Shouto says, easily accepting that while Katsuki does his best to mask the way the words lance through his fucking heart. “If you would like to go in, that’s fine, but visiting hours end in eight minutes. Seven now, I suppose.”

—

“No!” Touya shouts.

His arms are firmly wrapped around Katsuki’s middle to stop him from standing and getting off the sofa, sobbing as his fractured heart breaks impossibly further. He doesn’t know how many times he’s replayed through the moment Katsuki breaks up with him. Each time varies a little, shifting in the tone, the expressions, and every time it hurts more than the last.

He looks up at the blonde, meeting his red-eyed gaze. Katsuki’s gorgeous eyes are full of tears, but he still shoves him off harshly, quickly scrambling away from the couch. Touya chokes on another plead and Katsuki wipes at his eyes harshly.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” Katsuki says, shaking his head as he licks his lips. “You act like I mean nothing to you.”

“You mean everything to me,” Touya says, reaching out for him again.

Katsuki steps away from him, his shoulders hunching in. “I told you so many fucking times that I didn’t want to hide anymore.”

“We can go on dates,” Touya blurts out, but the blonde simply shakes his head again.

“It’s too late,” Katsuki says, turning to walk for the door, skipping the usual trip to grab his suitcase this time.

Touya jumps to his feet and rounds the couch to follow after, reaching out as Katsuki opens the door to step into the hallway. He turns to look at Touya again, and then a massive blur slams into him—a man who looks to be made up of a pile of gray stones. He knocks Katsuki to the ground, but he doesn’t stop, raising his heavy foot carelessly and stepping down.

Time slows down for a moment as the stony foot crushes Katsuki’s skull, and then speeds back up as the heavy feet continue racing down the hall.

Touya’s legs wobble as he steps closer, his entire body numb with shocked horror, his knees finally giving out when he reaches the doorframe. He can’t even properly process the gore in front of him, but his stomach lurches and he falls forward, his hands landing in sticky crimson as he vomits.

—

The soft sound of the hospital room door opening up has Katsuki looking over, finding one of the nurses. He already knows what she’s going to say, and he slowly stands up.

“I gave you an extra five minutes,” the nurse says, giving him a small smile. “I know it was hard getting some one-on-one time when his whole family was in here.”

“Thanks,” Katsuki says quietly, stepping over to the door. He pauses in the doorway to look back at Touya; the only part of the man that’s moving is his chest, which isn’t nearly as comforting as the soft, steady beating of the monitor clipped to his finger.

“Do you have some concerns?” The nurse asks.

“Can…” Katsuki trails off, turning to look at her. “Can I… stay? Just to make sure nothing bad happens?”

The woman blinks once, but she looks over his face, at his somber expression, the emotion he’s tried so carefully to conceal for years. She sighs through her nose and steps into the room, quietly shutting the door behind herself.

“How long?” She asks softly.

“It’s not…” Katsuki starts, but then raises a hand to rub the back of his neck. “It’s uh, it’s over… two years of being secret just… I couldn’t keep doing it.”

They fall into silence, Katsuki looking back at Touya while the nurse’s eyes trace over his features. She frowns, looking over to the unconscious man as she considers her words.

“My daughter is eight years old,” she says, and Katsuki grunts to show he’s listening. “I had always wanted children, but… my girlfriend was scared of taking that step because she knew her family wouldn’t approve.”

That gathers the hero’s full attention, though the nurse continues looking at Touya. “I think we were together… oh, maybe two and a half years before we decided to move in together. We asked our families to help us move in, though my family already knew, Gods know I could never keep a secret from my mother.”

Katsuki huffs a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

“But when her parents showed up and realized the apartment only had one bedroom, it became a war zone,” the woman says, though she chuckles shortly.

“Right,” Katsuki says, looking down at his feet.

“We still don’t ever see them,” the nurse says, bringing a hand up to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. “Her worst nightmare came true by telling her parents, but twelve years later, we’re happier than ever. She still misses them, of course, but she realized that she had to choose between the exhaustion and fear of lying for the rest of her life, or face her parents and be true to herself.”

Katsuki grunts softly, his eyes lidding as he looks to the floor. “He… didn’t choose me.”

The nurse is silent again, pursing her lips before letting out another soft sigh. “I’ll talk to the doctor.”

—

Touya wakes up with a gasp, bolting up from the bed. He looks around and sighs in relief when he sees the darkness through the window, the sky rolling with stormy clouds. He runs his hands through his hair as his gaze falls to the blonde on the bed, who is giving him a bewildered look.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Touya says, leaning over to kiss Katsuki.

“Love you too, idiot,” Katsuki says with a huff.

“Please don’t leave me,” Touya says, and Katsuki makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat.

Touya leans back, looking down at the blonde, eyes wide as his gaze slides all over his face. Katsuki blinks twice and then his expression slowly morphs into melancholy. Touya shakes his head, leaning in to kiss him again, but Katsuki pushes him to the side and sits up, throwing his legs over the bed, facing away from Touya.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Katsuki says before standing up.

“No no no, please,” Touya says, crawling across the bed.

“It’s too late,” Katsuki says, turning to look at him.

Touya goes up on his knees, reaching out to grasp the blonde’s shoulders. “Please, I will do anything, Katsuki.”

A loud crack sounds from outside, the window behind the blonde shatters, and then something wet splashes across Touya’s face. He winces back in surprise, looking down and going rigid when he sees the branch extending through the window, speared directly through Katsuki’s chest.

—

Katsuki holds Touya’s hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over his skin. The hospital is almost eerily silent this late, and it’s definitely past his usual bedtime, but he just can’t seem to convince himself to go to sleep.

“I remember when we first met,” Katsuki says, his voice soft, though it still seems so loud in the empty air. “I was excited to work with Endeavor’s Agency, the number one hero. I was so pissed when he took Shouto and left me to do my fucking training with this fucking wannabe J-pop star.”

He huffs a small laugh. “You were just as pissed as I was. I remember you told me you didn’t have time to babysit a fucking brat, and I told you that I shouldn’t be stuck with some technicolor knockoff Endeavor.”

He clears his throat, sniffling lightly, his chest tightening. “I fucking hate this—how fucking badly this hurts, how fucking lonely it is. But what sucks the most is that I realized I’ve felt lonely all the goddamn time, even when I was with you. I put everything into loving your stupid ass, and I know you loved me, but it was never enough, and I fucking hated that. I wanted to tell people, to show you off and be shown off, but—fuck.”

Katsuki takes a calming breath, which comes out in a shaky exhale. His eyes trail down to the stark white bedsheet beneath Touya, and he suddenly remembers the time Touya commented that he hated blank white things. He said it was like an unfinished project—blank canvases being left around.

He sighs and leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of Touya’s hand. “Wonder what your biggest regret is. Probably that time Endeavor said he didn’t like the tie you wore to the Hero Awards, hah?”

He laughs bitterly, sniffling again before shifting to lie against the bed, resting his cheek on top of their joined hands, looking up at Touya’s face. Katsuki’s own expression is somber as he trails his eyes around the man, just soaking in how utterly gorgeous he is.

—

Touya wakes up with a small groan, lying flat on his back. He opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling, wondering how many times he’s going to have to live through this. It has to have been at least thirty replays now, and he’s certainly learned that no matter how broken his heart is, the pain can always get worse.

He reaches out for Katsuki, but his hand only meets empty sheets and he turns to look, blinking in confusion. He’s never woken up alone in the bed before, not during this nightmare, anyway.

He sits up slowly, brows furrowing, feeling a sense of uneasiness churning in his guts at the silence in the apartment. Now that he’s focused on it, the lack of anything aside from his own breathing has him feeling cold.

“Katsuki?” He calls out as he slides out of bed, but there’s no answer.

He makes his way out of the bedroom, looking around the empty living space. He takes a few steps over to peer in the kitchen entryway, but that’s clearly empty as well. He frowns and walks over to his own bedroom, but that’s just as vacant.

He goes to the bathroom, leaving the door opened a crack, and his eyes land on a piece of paper folded neatly on the counter. His name is scrawled across the front in Katsuki’s familiar sharp, elegant handwriting. Touya’s hands tremble, anxiety pricking his skin as he slowly opens it.

Touya, I love you so fucking much. But I can’t take this anymore—hiding from the world. I know that if you had to choose between me or your father’s respect, I would lose. So I’ve decided to take myself out of the equation.

Touya drops the paper, not finishing the rest of the long note. His head snaps up, and he catches the reflection of Katsuki’s water bottle sitting on the corner of the bathtub. He’s frozen for a moment before turning around and taking slow steps across the tile floor.

The first thing he sees as he approaches the deep tub are eight pill bottles and their discarded lids. A couple stray pills are on the white floor of the tub, and another step closer reveals one sock-clad foot, and then a second.

Touya pauses for a moment, his lower lip trembling as he takes another step, his heart lurching up into his throat as he forces himself to look down. A low, distraught moan falls from his lips and he nearly falls forward, barely catching himself on the edge of the tub as he looks down at Katsuki’s body, curled up like he’s sleeping, his form stone still and drained of color.

—

Katsuki yawns, exhaustion hitting him out of nowhere and he sits up, pulling his hand away from Touya’s, deciding that it’s probably time for him to go home and get some sleep. Touya lets out a small whimper and Katsuki’s head jerks up, shocked by the sound. The man hasn’t moved a millimeter or made so much as a sharp inhale since Katsuki arrived.

He looks at the clock, seeing that it’s nearly 1am, and after a quick internal debate, he grabs his phone and sets an alarm for 7am—an hour before visiting hours start. He yawns again and sniffles, his eyes feeling dry, and he carefully climbs up onto the bed, squishing his back against the safety railing.

He places a soft kiss to Touya’s cheek and then lays his head down on the man’s shoulder, wrapping one arm around his middle. He closes his eyes, letting himself soak in the thick, smoky scent that always clings to the man, allowing the familiar comfort to soothe him to sleep.

—

Touya sucks in a sharp breath when he wakes up, his eyes flying open and landing on Katsuki’s sleeping face. His heart aches in his chest and he sits up, shifting under the blankets to straddle the man’s hips.

He lightly slaps his hands over the blonde’s face, startling him awake. Katsuki blinks up at him, but before he can ask what’s going on, Touya dives for his mouth, kissing him hard, forcing all of his emotions into his ministrations, not stopping when tears begin rolling down his cheeks.

When he pulls back, he gasps for air and looks down at Katsuki, whose eyes are wide and face riddled with concern as Touya’s tears drip down onto his collarbones. Touya just looks at him for a long moment, leaning in to give him another quick kiss before tearing himself away.

“I love you more than anything else in the fucking world,” Touya says, his eyes flicking between Katsuki’s. “But I can’t keep doing this.”

Katsuki’s eyes blow wide. “The fuck’s that mean?”

Touya kisses him once more and then climbs off the bed, standing beside the blonde. He trails his fingers down Katsuki’s cheeks, along his lips, and he smiles softly as he trails the back of his index finger along the blonde’s adorable little nose.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Touya murmurs, and Katsuki’s cheeks flush pink. “I love you when you’re flustered, when you’re cocky, when you’re angry… when you’re sad.”

“What’s going on?” Katsuki asks hesitantly.

“I can’t watch you die again,” Touya says, huffing out a broken laugh. “Not after… not after you taking yourself out. Just… I can’t.”

He turns and makes his way out of the room, not stopping when he hears Katsuki scrambling out of bed behind him, shouting for him to stop. Touya plants himself in the middle of the living space and holds his hands up as he activates his Quirk, coating himself in blue fire.

“Stop!” Katsuki shouts, panicked. “You’re not wearing your regulators, you moron! Your body is gonna overheat!”

“I know,” Touya says, cranking up the temperature. “I’m the one who fucks everything up anyway. If anyone needs to be removed from the equation, it’s me.”

“Stop!” Katsuki screams, tears now trailing down his face.

Touya closes his eyes, doing his best not to scream as his flames go beyond the limit his body can handle and his flesh begins to melt, the fire searing him down to his very bones.

—

Katsuki steps out of the bathroom attached to Touya’s hospital room, feeling a little better now that he’s washed his face with some water, the cool temperature soothing his stinging eyes. He crosses the space, going to the little round dining table at the far end of the room, where he’d placed his phone earlier, checking for messages. He only has one and he opens it up, blank faced.

Illus-o-Bitch: Yo, heads up, boi Fuyu just texted Shou to say the whole fam is gonna get there at 8

A loud gasp startles him and he whirls around, staring wide-eyed at Touya, who jolts upright, the heart monitor beeping wildly as he looks around. Katsuki drops his phone and cautiously walks over.

“Whoa, calm the fuck down,” Katsuki says, and Touya’s head snaps to him.

“Katsuki,” Touya croaks out, trying to pull himself over the railing.

He nearly falls from the bed, but Katsuki rushes to catch him, both hands firmly gripping him under his biceps. “Oi, knock it the fuck off.”

Touya wraps his arms around the blonde’s middle and buries his face in his chest, getting a deep inhale of the man’s caramel scent, the one Katsuki has never been able to hide beneath musky cologne, despite his best efforts. It solidifies Touya’s mind in reality and he tightens his hold, sighing heavily.

Katsuki swallows thickly and rubs slow circles into the man’s back, trying not to melt into the embrace. It’s hard, and he wonders if coming here was a mistake, because he’s never going to be able to get over this man, and the solidification of that fact is like a slap to the face.

“I love you so much,” Touya says, and Katsuki’s breath hitches, his eyes stinging as his hand falters where he’s rubbing the man’s back.

The door opens and Katsuki looks up, his eyes widening when he sees a doctor and two nurses step inside. He pulls away from the embrace, but Touya’s hands fly out, grabbing one of Katsuki’s and holding it like a lifeline.

“I’ll call the family,” one of the nurses says, quickly leaving the room.

“It’s good to see you awake, Todoroki-san,” the doctor says as he steps up alongside the bed. “You were hit by a Quirk, but I wonder if we were wrong on the perpetrator because no one else has gotten out before the 24-hour window.”

“Excuse me,” the still present nurse says, trying to get around Katsuki to take Touya’s vitals.

“No,” Touya gasps out when Katsuki tries to pull his hand away, tugging the blonde closer and holding his hand tighter, looking at Katsuki pleadingly. “Don’t go.”

“Okay, Touy,” Katsuki says, and the older man relaxes slightly.

“Do you remember anything?” The doctor asks.

Touya nods, though he frowns, the memories suddenly feeling hazy. “It’s… hard to remember.”

“Do you know who caused this?” The doctor asks next as they pull a pen from their lab coat pocket.

“Ms. Joke,” Touya says immediately.

“You’re sure?” The doctor says, blinking, and Touya nods. “Alright. Some people affected by Ms. Joke’s Quirk experienced fluctuations with the memories, though they were unspecific on the reason why. Most forgot everything within two weeks.”

The door suddenly bursts open and the entire Todoroki family spills in.

Katsuki quickly rips his hand from Touya’s and steps to the side as they surround the bed. Rei and Fuyumi wrap their arms around him in hugs, Fuyumi doing so awkwardly with her rounded belly. Enji pats his head and tells him they’ll catch the person responsible, Shouto apologizes for leaving him alone while on patrol, and Natsuo promises to make sure the doctors here give him the best care.

Seeing that the man is in good hands, and knowing he’s about to lose himself to his sadness again, Katsuki grabs his phone and quickly leaves the room, not looking back. His eyes burn and he looks down, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he speed walks, moving as quickly as he can without actually running.

“Fuck,” Touya gasps, his hands flying to his head as the memories from the Quirk resurface in his brain. He chokes on his own spit as the agony rips through him again and he looks around for blonde hair. “Where’s Katsuki?”

“He left just after we got here,” Enji says.

“I need—I need him,” Touya says, pushing Rei’s and Fuyumi’s hands away so he can clamber off the bed, tangling his legs in the sheets and ripping the blood pressure cuff cord out of the wall as he falls.

“Whoa!” Natsuo shouts as he hurries over with Shouto and Enji.

“Get back into the bed, Touya,” Enji says sternly.

“No!” Touya shouts, standing up and ripping the velcro cuff from his bicep, dropping it to the floor. He plucks the clip off his finger too, fortunately having avoided knocking over the expensive heart monitor. “I need to apologize!”

“For what?” Fuyumi asks.

“For not letting the fucking planet know how much I love him!” Touya shouts, turning to look at them all. They all have shocked looks on their faces, but Touya doesn’t give a single fuck. “I spent two years hiding my relationship, afraid of what people would say about it.”

He locks eyes with his father. “About what you would say about it.” Enji’s eyes fill with a mix of emotions Touya can’t be bothered to decipher, and he looks across his siblings and mother. “But I don’t care anymore. That fucking Quirk made me relive the day Katsuki told me he couldn’t do it anymore. It got worse and worse and worse, until he started dying and then he kept fucking dying, and then he killed himself—”

A choked sob cuts him off, and he takes a moment to regain himself, blinking against tears. “So I don’t care anymore, and I will not let Katsuki go another fucking moment without knowing how much he means to me.”

He turns and races out of the hospital room before any of his family can overcome their shock, uncaring of the fact that he’s shoeless and in a hospital gown that leaves his ass on full display. None of the shouts in the hallway can slow him down, though when he’s suddenly engulfed in black at the doors of the Q-Wing, he gets ready to scream, but Camie steps in front of him.

“If you’re gonna go after your boy, it’d be easier if you had this,” Camie whispers, giving him a wink as she holds out a piece of paper, the blackness fading as she ends her Quirk.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry for calling you a tits-for-brains bimbo behind your back,” Touya says, and then bolts out the doors, leaving Camie to blink once before snorting out a laugh.

More nurses and doctors shout for him to stop, but he ignores them all, bursting out into the waiting room and darting for the doors. He hears startled gasps, and when he makes it out onto the sidewalk, several people scream when they see his bare ass bouncing as he races toward Katsuki’s house.

He can hear the clicking of cameras, but all that’s on his mind is Katsuki. He ignores the burning in his sides as he picks up the pace, sprinting over small pebbles that bruise the undersides of his feet.

When he finally reaches the address on the paper, he darts up to the stoop and bangs on the door. “Katsuki! I need to talk to you!”

He can hear movement behind the door, but when there are no signs of it being opened he gulps in a breath and takes a step back. He squares his shoulders, nostrils flaring with his determination.

“I am an ungrateful bastard who took advantage of the best thing to ever fucking happen to me!” Touya yells, his voice cracking a little, but he presses on. “I should’ve shown you how much I appreciate you! I never should’ve pushed my insecurities onto you! I should have sucked it up and screamed to the fucking world about how Bakugou Katsuki is the most amazing man I have ever met!”

He sucks in more oxygen, balling his hands into fists at his sides. “I lived through a fucking nightmare—watching you leave me, watching you die, but… watching you kill yourself because you thought I would never pick you—” his voice cracks again and he sniffles before clearing his throat. “I burned myself alive to escape.”

He lifts the front of the gown to wipe away the wetness on his cheeks before moving a bit closer to the door, pressing his palm flatly to the wood. “I love you more than anything else! I know I fucked up, and I know that I might’ve lost any chance of ever getting you back, but you need to know that I’m going to follow you to the ends of the Earth! I will burn down everything that stands in the way of your dreams, of your happiness, even if… even if that includes me.”

His hand slides down the door and he closes his eyes. “I spent my entire life working to be a fucking hero, but I would kill for you, Katsuki. I would burn the planet if it would make you happy.”

He gasps in a breath, his chest heaving, and the door finally opens, his palm falling through empty air on its trail back to his side. Tears drip past his waterline as he takes in Katsuki’s wet cheeks, and he steps closer, cupping his soft jaw, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away his tears.

“I am so fucking sorry,” Touya says, sincerity dripping from every word. “You mean so much more to me than my dad’s stupid fucking approval. I know I’m a fucking idiot, but I will always be here for you, even if you never give me another chance.”

Katsuki swallows thickly. “You’re an asshole.”

A wet laugh sputters past Touya’s lips. “I know.”

“Kiss him!” A familiar voice shouts from the next house over, and both men turn to see Denki standing there with the entire Baku-Squad. “If you don’t, I will!”

“I knew I was gonna regret moving in next to him,” Katsuki mumbles.

Touya huffs softly, then gasps as Katsuki’s warm hands grasp his face, turning him and pulling him in for a kiss. Touya melts into it, his hands sliding up into soft blonde hair, holding him close as their mouths move, their kiss quickly growing more heated.

Kyouka wolf whistles and Mina whoops before shouting, “Your ass looks fantastic in that gown!”

Katsuki’s hands fly down to the taller man’s uncovered ass, and he squeezes firmly, stepping backwards and using his grip to tug the man into the house. He raises one foot to kick the door shut, the sound startling Touya, who looks up before spinning them both around and pinning the blonde to the door.

“I love you,” Touya says as he starts kissing down Katsuki’s neck, repeating the words like a mantra between each lip press.

Katsuki lets out a soft moan when Touya sucks on his pulse point, his cock quickly hardening, and Touya growls lightly as he grinds against him, his own dick swelling at the sound. Katsuki lifts one leg to wrap around Touya’s thighs, and the taller man reaches down to grip the blonde’s ass, tugging harshly until he jumps, trusting Touya to carry him.

“Where’s the bedroom?” Touya pants out.

“Down the hall, past the kitchen,” Katsuki says, wrapping his legs tightly around the man’s waist as he coils his arms around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss and bite along his neck.

Touya stumbles into a table and something falls off, cracking on the floor. “Oh, fuck.”

“Ignore it,” Katsuki says, and Touya easily obeys, continuing down the hallway.

Touya stumbles into the bedroom, leaving the door open, eyes locked on the large bed centered against the far wall. The mattress is thick, up on a wooden frame, and Touya drops Katsuki down onto it hard enough to make it creak.

He pulls Katsuki’s hands and legs from him and rips at his clothing, charring a few pieces and tearing some seams in his haste. Once the man is nude, he tugs the hospital gown from his own body and climbs up over the blonde, his chest heaving as he looks him over, soaking in his beauty.

“I love you so fucking much,” he says, leaning down to capture his lips again.

Katsuki moans into the kiss as their hard cocks slide against each other, but Touya pulls back as he kisses down his neck, sucking little marks into his lightly tanned skin. He moves slowly down Katsuki’s body, trailing kisses across his skin, pausing at his pecs to slowly drag his tongue over one of his nipples before latching onto it, giving it a soft suck.

His other hand slides up and down Katsuki’s side, nails lightly dragging along his skin on each downward movement. He continues to gently roll Katsuki’s nipple between his teeth and then pulls back, releasing it with a pop and then rapidly flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, his eyes locked on Katsuki’s face as the man lets out soft sounds of pleasure.

He kisses along his chest on the way to his other nipple, where he licks a circle around it before sucking the skin into his mouth. He’s much harsher with this one, chomping down, making Katsuki gasp and arch up into him. He kisses around it soothingly, and then continues his way down the man’s body.

He trails his tongue along the dips of Katsuki’s abdomen, kisses around his belly button, feeling the man’s cock smearing precum along his chest when the head brushes his skin. Touya shudders at the feeling, moving further down, and he noses at Katsuki’s cock as he presses kisses around the base.

“Gods, I love you,” Touya says again.

“I love you too,” Katsuki says, his voice somewhat strained, pupils totally blown.

Touya licks a stripe up his length, pressing against the prominent vein on the underside, and Katsuki’s hips jerk in response. Touya dips the tip of his tongue into the slit, the taste of salty precum nearly overwhelming his senses. He twirls his tongue around the head before suckling on it harshly.

“F-fuck,” Katsuki pants out.

Touya hums, hollowing his cheeks for a hard suck before pulling off with a lewd pop. He licks his lips as he grips the blonde’s thick thighs, pushing them up as he kisses back down his shaft, sucking on his balls to show them love before dragging his tongue along his perineum.

He circles the man’s puffy pink hole with his tongue and then gathers up spit in his mouth, ensuring his tongue is coated in drool as he licks over his hole. Katsuki shudders at the feeling, reaching down to grab fistfuls of Touya’s hair.

Touya groans in approval and pushes his tongue inside slowly, making Katsuki moan softly, having always been weak for this. Touya’s fingers slowly knead his skin as he moves them closer to Katsuki’s ass, never stopping the slow curling of his tongue inside him.

When his digits are finally near enough, he presses one in to join his tongue, and Katsuki gasps as the man’s long, thick finger lightly pulls at his rim as he stretches him. Touya is still drooling heavily, salivating at the mere thought of being inside this man again; his cock is achingly hard, dripping a steady stream of precum against the blanket below them.

“Touya,” Katsuki says, and Touya hums to let him know he’s listening, sliding a second finger in to join his tongue. “Ah, f-fuck. Please. I need you.”

Touya’s eyes nearly roll back at that, and he pulls away, instinctually reaching over to the nightstand, where he knows Katsuki has always kept his lube, no matter where he’s lived. He opens the cap with a click, the sound increasing his own impatience, and he flips it upside down, squeezing it to drizzle the cold liquid directly onto his cock. The lube steams lightly when it hits him thanks to how overheated he is with his excitement.

He grips one of Katsuki’s ass cheeks with one hand, using his other to guide his dick to his entrance, taking in a deep breath, which leaves him in the form of a deep groan as he pushes inside. He stammers out curses as he leans over Katsuki, slowly pressing into him as he captures his lips in a heated, desperate kiss.

“Show me how much you missed me,” Katsuki says into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Touya’s hips.

“Oh, fuck,” Touya says, his hips snapping forward harshly. He chuckles lowly, the sound dark as he struggles to control himself. “You really don’t want me to do that, Doll.”

Katsuki’s eyes lid and he leans up to nip at his earlobe. “Do your worst.”

Touya growls out a feral sound as he pulls back until only the head of his cock is inside, and then he slams back up, the headboard cracking against the wall repeatedly as he sets a brutal pace. His dick ruthlessly slides along the blonde’s prostate, making him twitch and gasp.

Katsuki moans loudly, throwing his head back, but there’s a glint in his eyes when he opens them again a moment later. “Is this—hah—all you’ve got?”

Touya’s eyes narrow into slits and he slaps Katsuki’s legs off before pulling out, roughly manhandling the blonde as he spins him around, shoving him up against the headboard. He doesn’t give the blonde any time to adjust to the new position before he lines up and rams back into him.

Katsuki scrambles to grip the headboard as Touya pounds into him, the grip on his hips heating up, fingers pressing in hard enough to hurt. It only adds to his pleasure though, and he angles his hips, pushing back to meet each brutal thrust, gasping when the man hits the perfect spot.

“Touya!” Katsuki screams as he cums, his cock squirting out over the pillows, his orgasm hitting him so hard that his palms ignite, splintering the headboard.

He gasps as he slumps forward, but Touya is quick to wrap his arms around the blonde’s waist. He slowly sits back, pulling Katsuki flush against his chest as he sits, keeping his cock buried deep inside him as he leans back, until he’s lying flat on his back, the blonde atop him.

Touya slides his hands down to Katsuki’s hips, holding him firmly in place as he starts drilling up into him. The man’s dense weight is definitely making this harder, forcing him to take shallower breaths, but that only makes him groan louder, fucking up into him even harder.

Katsuki lets out a whimper as he reaches down to fist his cock, which has already filled back up to half mast. He jerks himself roughly, his eyes nearly rolling back as Touya’s hands sizzle along his skin, not enough to burn, but the danger of it is there and Katsuki chokes on his own spit.

“Mark me,” Katsuki gasps out, fisting his dick faster, squeezing himself harder.

Touya growls, gritting his teeth together as he pistons up, ignoring the cramp in his ass. He carefully increases the heat on his hands, enough to make himself hurt, knowing the man’s heat resistance is higher than his own, and goes a little hotter.

Katsuki’s ass clenches around him, forcing Touya to slow down as the blonde above him trembles with his release, his cock spilling out over his hand and making a mess of his abdomen. Touya curses under his breath, so close to tipping over the edge.

“Now everyone will know I’m yours,” Katsuki says, and Touya snaps.

He shoves his cock into Katsuki’s guts as he cums, groaning deeply as he unloads inside him. White dances behind his eyes as his lids flutter shut, losing himself momentarily in his bliss.

Katsuki sliding off his softened cock is what finally snaps him back into his body, looking up tiredly as Katsuki curls up at his side, leaning over him to capture his lips. Touya sighs into it, slowly leaning up over the blonde, never parting from their lip lock as he steadily maneuvers them until he’s looming over Katsuki, his hands running through his hair gently.

“I love you more than anything,” Touya mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look down at him, smiling softly when he sees the man’s eyes prick with tears. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Nap with me, I slept like shit last night,” Katsuki grumbles.

 Touya chuckles, but nods. “Let me clean you up first.”

It takes a little while for him to find the bathroom, but he wets a washcloth with warm water and goes back into the bedroom, where he sees Katsuki tiredly pulling clean sheets onto the bed. He huffs a small laugh as he walks over, pulling Katsuki to turn him around and wiping him off, dragging the cloth down his front, along his cock, and down to the cum trickling out his hole.

“We can take a fuckin’ shower later,” Katsuki grumbles, smacking his hand and making him drop the washcloth.

“Yeah,” Touya says, pushing the blonde onto the bed and climbing in next to him, grabbing the folded clean blanket waiting on the nightstand and flapping it open before laying it over them both. He wraps his arms around the blonde’s middle, holding him close and nuzzling against his jaw. “We can take one together. Save water, y’know.”

—

Touya blinks his eyes open, his gaze immediately landing on Katsuki’s sleeping face and for a moment, his body goes rigid in horror. He slowly looks around, relaxing when he sees the unfamiliar room. He sighs as he leans in to press a soft kiss to Katsuki’s cheek and then slides out of bed.

He looks around for his phone for a moment, and then realizes it must be at the hospital along with his clothes. He goes to the closet attached to the room and grabs a pair of boxers, pulling them on over his ass.

He scans the room for Katsuki’s phone, but doesn’t see it, so he walks out down the hall in search of the device. He barely avoids stepping on the broken remnants of a vase, and is momentarily distracted as he opens various closets in search of cleaning supplies.

He grimaces, his nose scrunched up as he cleans the mess he made, making a mental note to replace it as soon as possible. But, as he’s dumping the chunks into the garbage, he finds Katsuki’s phone on the counter. He tries to unlock it, but it asks for biometrics, so he goes back to the bedroom and grabs Katsuki’s hand, carefully tapping the sleeping man’s middle finger to the fingerprint icon.

When it unlocks, he leaves the room again, ignoring the 200 notifications from various sources and going to his contacts to call Denki. The man answers on the second ring, sounding fairly confused by the call as he gives a standard, “Hello?”

“Hey, can you pick up some cinnamon soufflé pancakes and spiced maple syrup and bring it here?” Touya asks, skipping formalities all together.

“Oh, sure!” Denki says. “I’ll be there in like, half an hour-ish?”

“Thanks,” Touya says, and then hangs up and walks back to the bedroom.

He lifts the blanket, crawling under it and planting himself between Katsuki’s legs. He leans in to press a kiss to the blonde’s limp cock, and then parts his lips, mouthing over his shaft. The man twitches under him as his dick begins to swell and Touya switches to small licks, flicking his tongue along his frenulum.

Katsuki lets out a small gasp and Touya brings a hand up to gently knead the man’s balls. He opens his mouth wide, drool pooled in his cheeks, and he slowly sinks down his length, slobber dripping past his lips, trickling down to the curly blonde hairs at the base.

A soft moan passes Katsuki’s lips, and he shifts a little, sleepily rolling his hips up, seeking out the wet heat of Touya’s mouth. The older man is happy to oblige the unconscious request, relaxing his throat and feeling grateful for his lack of a gag reflex. He focuses on breathing through his nose when he rises back up, and then sinks back down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he swallows around the length.

“Fuck,” Katsuki gasps, his lids fluttering, feeling sleepy, but focusing on the heat surrounding his cock.

When a finger slides into his hole, he clenches down instinctually, surprised by the intrusion, but it doesn’t stop moving until it presses against his prostate. He gasps, bucking up, slamming his cock deeper into the wet warmth and his eyes fly open. He leans up on his elbows, his pupils blowing wide as he takes in the sight of Touya’s lips stretched around his length, eyes lidded as he meets Katsuki’s gaze.

Whatever he sees on the blonde’s face has him moaning, and Katsuki chokes, barely holding himself up with one arm as he brings his other hand up to rest on the man’s hair. He groans as Touya sucks harder, picking up the pace with both his mouth and hand, his other hand toying with his balls.

Katsuki can feel his edge rapidly approaching and he gasps, tugging at Touya’s hair. “I’m gonna—fuck.”

Touya’s eyes nearly roll back when, instead of pulling him off, Katsuki shoves his head down, forcing him to hold his cock deep in his throat as he cums. The thick, bitter release spills down Touya’s throat, which he greedily swallows, continuing to push at the man’s prostate as he gently rubs the tightened balls in his other hand, drawing out the blonde’s pleasure.

When Katsuki whines, Touya finally relents, pulling off his cock. He licks his lips and then leans in to lap around the blonde’s softening member, cleaning him up with steady kitten licks until a knock sounds on the front door.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki says, confused.

Touya pulls away from his dick and leans up to peck him on the lips. “Stay here.”

Katsuki just blinks, watching as the white-haired man scrambles out of the room, not bothered by the fact that his own erection is prominent in the borrowed boxers. Katsuki shakes his head and looks down at himself, his lips twitching when he sees the red handprints on his sides. They throb, and he knows he’s going to need to use burn cream on them for a while, but he lovingly traces his fingers over the one on his left hip.

The front door slams shut and Touya hurries back into the bedroom, holding two bags. One is clear and full of Touya’s hero costume elements, the side labeled ‘Patient Personal Items,’ with his name scrawled across the front. The other is a thick brown paper bag, and the smell wafting from it has Katsuki groaning.

“Breakfast for lunch, I got your favorite,” Touya says as he walks over to the bed, plopping down.

“Fucking hell,” Katsuki says as he opens the bag.

He pulls out the to-go container and pops it open, taking an appreciative inhale. Touya hands him the included fork and little container of syrup. He smiles as Katsuki eats, the blonde narrowing his eyes even as he blushes.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Touya murmurs, and Katsuki’s cheeks turn beet red, his flush trailing up to his ears and down to his chest. “I’ll go get a bath started.”

Katsuki just grunts around his mouthful and Touya leans in to kiss his cheek before going to the bathroom. His nerves are bubbling back up, and he chews at his lower lip as he turns the hot water on, cranking it up to the highest heat, knowing that both he and the blonde enjoy near-boiling temperatures for their baths.

He carefully lines up the soaps and then goes to the shelf, pulling down two towels and wash cloths, fidgeting with it all. He nearly jumps when hands are suddenly at his hips, pushing down the boxers. Katsuki chuckles, and Touya squirms out of the small bit of clothing, letting the blonde bully him into the tub, waiting until he sits so that he can straddle the older man’s lap.

Katsuki leans against Touya, just soaking in the warmth of the hot water and the comfort of Touya’s chest under his cheek. Touya wraps his arms around him, holding him tightly, tilting his head to brush his lips along the man’s forehead.

“I don’t want to leave,” Touya says quietly.

“Hah?” Katsuki says, leaning back enough to meet his gaze.

“I don’t want to go back to that stupid apartment,” Touya clarifies. “It’s where we hid, and I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“Idiot,” Katsuki says, slumping back against him. “I bought this house a few months ago.”

Touya blinks once. “What?”

“I’ve been fixing it up,” Katsuki says, sighing against his neck. “I was gonna surprise you with it when you were ready to…”

“Oh,” Touya says, his chest tightening up with his guilt.

“S’ our house, Touy,” Katsuki says, kissing his neck.

“I told my family that I love you,” Touya says, swallowing thickly. “And uh, I’m pretty sure everyone knows now, because I definitely saw cameras on my way over… and your phone has about two hundred notifications.”

“Huh,” Katsuki says, leaning forward, grabbing one of the washcloths. “Well, now I’m fucking curious.”

He squirts some soap onto it and wipes down his body, and Touya leans over him to grab the other, scrubbing himself down. Their movements are quicker now, curiosity pushing them to move faster so they can see what the fuck has been going on in the outside world since Touya woke up six hours ago.

Katsuki pulls the drain plug and stands up, grabbing his towel. Touya reaches around the blonde to grab his own, accidentally grabbing Katsuki’s pec on the first try. Somehow, Katsuki doesn’t seem to believe that his fingers give the nipple a pinch and a tweak all on their own.

“I swear, it’s part of the Quirk,” Touya says as they make their way into the bedroom, towels around their hips.

“Oh my Gods,” Katsuki says, snickering as he opens his closet. “You’re an idiot.”

“After-effects, Doll,” Touya says, sighing as he steps up behind the blonde. “Ah—oh no, I can feel another coming on.”

He slaps Katsuki’s ass, and the blonde snorts as he pulls down two pairs of boxers. Touya cackles as he pulls the pair gifted to him on, waiting for the blonde to tug his own on. He grabs Katsuki’s waist, holding him tightly from behind, letting the blonde lead the way out of the room, not at all bothered by having to lean awkwardly to let the man walk.

They stop by the kitchen so Katsuki can swipe his phone from the counter, and then they veer into the living room. Touya turns them both around and falls back on the couch, pulling the blonde onto his lap. Katsuki huffs, but wiggles to get comfortable and Touya sighs, nuzzling into his neck, content to read over his shoulder.

“What the fuck,” Katsuki mumbles as he unlocks his phone.

He has 43 new message groups waiting for him, over a hundred emails, and 13 missed calls from his mother. He grimaces at the last one, and swipes through his emails first, frowning when he sees that they’re almost entirely from news sources asking for interviews.

Katsuki clicks his tongue as he exits out, going to his messages next. The most recent one is the Baku-Squad chat, which still has new messages rolling in. He skips it for now in favor of opening an image attachment from Denki, which turns out to be a glorious picture of Touya’s bare ass hanging out of his hospital gown.

“Makes me regret not getting my ass tattooed,” Touya mumbles.

“Shut up,” Katsuki says, downloading the picture and immediately setting it as his new background, which has Touya snickering against his shoulder.

Finally, he goes to the text conversation with his mother.

Hag: I’m glad you boys figured your shit out It was painful watching you two act like you weren’t fucking head-over-heels for each other My tsundere son deserves someone fucking sappy enough to declare his love while he’s 1 step away from public nudity

“For fucks’ sake,” Katsuki says, shaking his head as Touya laughs some more, kissing his bare shoulder. “I knew she didn’t fucking buy my lies.”

He opens his messages from Shouto next.

Half-n-Half: I suppose having another brother wouldn’t be so bad. But you’re going to have to take over patrols with him for a while as I already submitted my complaint against him. They last for 30 days. OMG!!!11! BABEZ! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BOTH!!! SPECIALLY TOUYA, SO GLAD HE PULLED HIS HEAD OUTTA HIS ASS!!! even if it is a nice ass ANYWAY!! CAn”T WAIT TO BE IN-LAWS!!!! ♥

“Something tells me Shouto didn’t type those out,” Touya says, and Katsuki snorts.

“Fuckin’ Sherlock Holmes, aren’t ya?” Katsuki says, shaking his head lightly.

“It’s part of my training to decipher coded messages,” Touya says, doing his best to keep his voice serious, but a grin pulls at his lips when Katsuki barks out a laugh.

Touya’s phone starts to ring from where he left it in the hospital item bag. It’s the special ringtone marking it as a call from Enji’s work phone, and Katsuki curses as he moves to the side so Touya can sprint for it. He really hopes he’s not being called in for a mission right now, because he just wants to spend the rest of his day curled up with Katsuki. Maybe fuck him a couple more times.

“Hello?” He says, slapping his phone to his ear.

“Touya,” Enji’s voice rumbles out. “Sorry for calling you from this line, but we have a lot to discuss.”

There’s some rustling, and then Rei’s soft voice takes over. “Oh, you must bring Katsuki over for dinner tonight!”

“Um,” Touya says, turning to walk back into the living room. Katsuki looks at him, brows raised in a silent question. “You, uh, want me and Katsuki to go over for dinner tonight?”

Katsuki’s eyes blow wide, and Touya just silently nods as his mother goes on about how she’s already started making the food, all his favorites, and she’s inviting his brothers and sister over as well, so it’s going to be a special family night.

“Okay,” Touya chokes out.

—

Touya is fairly certain he’s going to faint as he makes his way up to his childhood home. He knows he made the right decision, but he’s still riddled with anxiety as his boyfriend—yes, still his boyfriend, they had confirmed it on the car ride over—leads him to the front stoop.

“You want me to knock?” Katsuki offers, squeezing their joined hands.

Touya shakes his head quickly, sucks in a sharp breath, raises his fist, and barely taps it against the wood. It’s such a light sound, he’s positive that no one heard it.

Until the door is nearly ripped off its hinges, giving the two a fraction of a second to see Enji’s face before his massive arms wrap around them both and tug them against his broad chest in a bear hug that is downright terrifying with no context.

“I am so proud of you, Touya,” Enji says, chest rumbling with his words, and Touya sucks in a sharp breath. “I’ve always been proud of you, and I’m sorry that I failed to tell you that.”

He pulls back, keeping a hand on either of their shoulders as he looks down at them, his eyes sliding to Katsuki. “And I’m sorry that you were also hurt by my negligence.”

Enji lets out a long sigh and bows his head to them, lowering his voice. “And I’m in trouble with Rei now.”

Natsuo scoffs from behind his father, shouldering the larger man to the side so he can glare at his older brother. “Hana is pissed that my proposal wasn’t even that romantic.”

“I told Shou to step up his game!” Camie says from inside the house.

Fuyumi’s giggling sounds, light and airy. “I told Tensei the same thing.”

—

Touya leans across the round table, reaching past the single red rose in the vase at the center so he can clasp Katsuki’s hand. The restaurant they’re in is peaceful, with a live pianist playing classical tunes. The two men have full stomachs and satiated smiles on their faces, having already finished their meals.

“I am so fucking lucky,” Touya says, his eyes soft as he looks between Katsuki’s scarlet orbs. “I have the most gorgeous, intelligent, badass boyfriend.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki says, his cheeks pinkening lightly.

“No, it’s your birthday and it is my job to shower you with affection all day,” Touya says firmly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch as he tries to contain a soft smile. “Sap.”

“Your strawberry shortcake,” their waiter says as he comes to a stop beside the table, holding a covered tray.

Touya gives Katsuki’s hand a squeeze before letting go, giving the man room to place the dish down. Touya’s eyes are locked on Katsuki’s face as the lid is lifted up, revealing a large, delectable slice of strawberry shortcake drizzled with chocolate and some strawberries cut into hearts lining the dish.

At the top of the cake, placed neatly atop the freshly swirled whipped cream, is a solid gold ring.

Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes going wide as he turns his gaze to Touya. The white-haired man stands up, taking the quick step to round the table, and kneels beside the blonde’s seat. Getting their cue, several more waiters suddenly walk over, producing full bouquets of red roses, and Fur Elise suddenly stops as the pianist begins to play Tchaikovsky’s Love Theme instead.

“I love you more than the moon and the stars, Katsuki. I could go the rest of my life without sunlight as long as you’re at my side, because you burn brighter than any star could ever hope to. I would be honored to have the chance to spend the rest of our lives together so I can tell you every day how much I love you.”

Katsuki’s eyes are wet, and Touya smiles softly at him as he takes the ring from the cake, using a napkin to wipe it clean. He grasps Katsuki’s left hand and holds the ring in front of his ring finger, pausing as he looks back up at the man.

“Bakugou Katsuki, will you marry me?”

Katsuki sniffles heavily, but he nods quickly. “Of fucking course I will, idiot.”

Touya grins, pushing the ring in place, though Katsuki barely gives him the chance before he grasps his face, harshly tugging the white-haired man into a kiss. The resounding applause around the restaurant is nothing but muffled background noise as the two lose themselves in one another.

[thesakuragarnet]

Feel The Music (PHOENIX Oneshot) (December 28, 2121)

Summary: With their relationship still a secret kept from the public, Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks decide to take a big risk and get frisky at the Musutafu Karaoke Bar. (referenced at their Bachelor Party in the main fic)

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Five: In public

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 2,084 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, from my PHOENIX AU, established relationship, Hero!Dabi, drunk s3x, public sex/exhibitionism, making out, swearing, a n a l sex, facef*cking, bl0wjobs, c0me eating, DabiHawksWeek2024, p0rn without pl0t, t0p Dabi, b0ttom Hawks, explicit s3xual content

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The neon lights in the private karaoke room set the mood as Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks finish their fourth round of drinks for Keigo’s twentieth birthday. Mirko and Ryukyu had left the party already, leaving the two lovers by themselves in the VIP room. Keigo’s only drank a few times before, but, considering now he can legally drink, Rumi had convinced him to splurge. As a result, he and Toya are tipsily giggling away as they cuddle on the leather wraparound couch. 

“Enjoying your birthday, birdie?” Toya slurs with a sly grin as he stretches to nonchalantly drape his arm over Keigo’s shoulder, pulling him into an awkward and sloppy side hug. 

“Oh, I definitely enjoyed your god-awful singing,” Keigo chuckles, nuzzling into Toya’s neck and pressing a few soft kisses to his jawline. 

“Hey! Rumi was so much worse,” Toya retorts, half-kidding-half-not, “I thought I did okay on ‘fleabag’.”

“That’s because that’s the only one you did in your range,” Keigo sighs, and Toya blinks at him through his blurred vision. 

“What are you a fucking glee club coach?” Toya snorts, and Keigo shrugs with a playful smile, making Toya unceremoniously shove him away. Unfortunately, with his drunken strength, he accidentally shoves Keigo all the way to the other end of the couch. 

“Awww…c’mon, Toya,” Keigo whines patronizingly, crawling on all fours across the couch to his boyfriend. Toya rolls his eyes, leaning forward to grab the remote when Keigo unceremoniously pounces on him, knocking him on his side on the couch. Toya blinks, looking up through the darkness and the oscillating rainbow LEDs to see Keigo poised over him, hands gripping his shoulders with a devilish smirk on his face. 

“Fuck,” Toya mutters under his breath as he reaches up to cup the side of Keigo’s face, thumb tracing the stubble at his chin. His hand suddenly moves to grab a fistful of fabric at the neck of Keigo’s athletic compression shirt, yanking him down as he smashes their lips together. Hawks moans into the kiss, immediately melting, and Touya groans as he feels his partner’s entire weight settle on top of him.

“God, Kei,” Toya huffs as they grind against one another. “Door locked?”

Keigo’s feathers swirl, moving one of the chairs to prop up against the door handle, keeping it tightly closed. This way, they won’t be interrupted. 

“It is now,” Keigo chuckles darkly under his breath between passionate kisses. Toya’s tongue eagerly slips into Keigo’s mouth when their lips reconnect, the BlueFlame hero’s tongue piercing grazing the roof of the winged Pro’s mouth. Keigo almost gasps at the sensation, his own tongue desperately intertwining with his boyfriend’s. Their hearts pound, both men panting between longing kisses, each one more charged than the last. Toya reaches up, running his fingers through Keigo’s crimson feathers, and he tenses up with a sharp intake of breath, breaking the kiss and shuddering. Toya’s cerulean eyes glow in the shadows, peering behind a heavy-lidded gaze and thick lashes as he pulls Keigo closer once more.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Toya moans like a whore on Keigo’s tongue as their open-mouthed kisses become sloppy and passionate, lengthening with every lock of their lips. Their clothed erections rut against one another, getting harder by the second with every additional touch. 

“God, Toya,” Keigo groans, his voice lilting into a breathy whisper as the tips of his teeth graze the skin on Toya’s neck. Toya gasps, eyelids fluttering as Keigo tightly grips his shoulders, kissing his neck intently, dragging his tongue delicately across his skin. His hands grab at the bottom of Toya’s hoodie, pulling it up and over his head before Toya scrambles to get Keigo’s shirt off. 

“We’re really doing this?” Toya pants breathlessly with a tipsy smirk as he somewhat grasps the situation. Keigo, significantly more intoxicated, doesn’t seem to care. Instead, his response is:

“Facefuck me.”

“Are…are you sure?” Toya stammers, taken aback by Keigo’s straightforwardness. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Keigo sneers. In his drunken stupor, Keigo nearly slips and falls as he drops to his knees to unbutton and unzip Toya’s jeans. He pulls them down, wadding them up around his ankles before freeing Toya from his boxers, and, immediately, Keigo is grasping at Toya’s rapidly hardening cock. The white-haired hero’s back arches, and his mind swims with lust and alcohol as he spreads his legs. 

“Use me up, baby,” Keigo sneers, batting his golden eyes up at Toya with such sickeningly fake innocence it sends a chill down his spine. He opens his mouth, expectantly, tongue flat and out, mere millimeters away from the tip. Toya can feel his hot breath, staggered and teasing. He swallows a hiccup as he tentatively reaches down, running his fingers through Keigo’s tangled blonde hair. Keigo practically purrs at the gesture, rising up to ever so slightly lean into the touch. 

“Y-you lemme know if it gettssss uncomfortable,” Toya mumbles, trying to still cling on to any sort of sense left in his drunk brain. As much as he’d just love to go at it, he doesn’t want to do anything that Keigo will regret. Keigo blinks up at him like he’s impatient and wants Toya to get on with it. 

Toya takes a deep breath before he gently guides his head, and he gasps when Keigo wraps his mouth around his tip, gently suckling. 

“Fuck,” He sighs, his eyelids fluttering as he balls his fingers into a fist, carefully gripping the hair at the back of Keigo’s head as he forces him to take more of him, and Keigo whimpers; the vibrations feel so fucking good. A low moan falls from Toya’s lips as Keigo’s tongue tastes, and he steals a glance to see tears welling up in the winged Pro’s eyes as his nose presses into his pelvis. Toya’s eyes widen when he realizes he’s taking his dick all the way; he’s never done that before. Goosebumps trickle all over Toya’s skin as Keigo sucks, and he twitches when he feels the muscles in the back of his lover’s throat. He’s gonna ruin that seamless winged eyeliner that Keigo wears religiously. 

“You-fuck-you ready?” Toya whispers, and Keigo subtly nods. Carefully, Toya rocks his hips, gently fucking Hawks’ throat. His mouth hangs open, jaw slack and brows raising as he focuses on the sensation and the soft sounds of Keigo sucking. It feels so good…sex with Keigo always feels so good. No matter what they’re doing, it’s always so ethereal…pleasure enhanced by the raw intimacy and passion that they have with one another. Even when they’re not sober, Toya can still feel the connection, keeping him grounded to the world when his mind threatens to fade away into nothingness.

“That’s it, Kei,” Toya rasps, tenderly rutting into his mouth, warm and wet and fucking perfect. Tears drip down Keigo’s nose, eyeliner streaming down his face as he fights his gag reflex. Toya’s hips jolt when Keigo swirls his tongue just the right way, sending shivers down Toya’s spine. After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure, Keigo pulls back, lips slick and swollen, a string of drool still connecting his lips with Toya’s cock before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. He pushes himself to his feet before pulling off his pants and boxers. 

“Let’s do it. I’m gonna sit in your lap and ride you,” Keigo grins confidently, definitely more eager than he would’ve been sober. His walls are down, and he’s unashamed of everything.  

“Whoa-wait-no lube?” Toya blurts, sober enough to know that he doesn’t want to risk hurting Keigo. 

Keigo pauses before rummaging in the pockets of his discarded khakis. He pulls out a small, travel-size bottle with a sly smirk. 

“Pocket lube?” Toya snorts, amused. 

“Pocket lube,” Keigo grins, trying not to laugh and spoil the mood; it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve laughed during sex, but they’re trying to be discreet. The mood is promptly reignited when Keigo starts massaging the cold lube over Toya’s erection. 

Toya has to bite his lip to keep from moaning his boyfriend’s name as Keigo lowers himself down to Toya’s hilt, bottoming out. Toya leans forward, burying his face in the back of Keigo’s neck, chest pressing against Keigo’s wings. He runs his fingers atop the crimson arches, grabbing the tips of them as he stays flattened against Keigo’s back. The moment he starts rolling his hips, Keigo gasps.

“Shhhh. Not too loud, birdie,” Toya whispers, clasping his hand over Hawks’ mouth as his lover dissolves into pleasure, moans vibrating against his hand. Keigo starts bouncing on Toya’s cock, increasing the pleasure tenfold and making Toya curse under his breath. Keigo’s wings droop as he leans back, forcing Toya to recline against the couch cushion, moving himself so their heads are beside each other. Keigo reaches with one arm around the back of Toya’s head, making it so his hand snakes around to cover Toya’s mouth just as tightly as Toya covers his. The lovers muffle each other’s cries of pleasure; the only sounds permeating the air are the karaoke menu and the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin. Sweat beads on their foreheads as they become absorbed in it, indulging in the warmth of each other. The intimacy is electric, the skin-to-skin contact setting their nerves on fire. They muffle each other’s strangled noises, writhing against one another in sync. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Keigo goes rigid, and Toya cranes his neck so his boyfriend’s hand falls from his mouth. 

“Still working on our last song choice!” Toya calls, trying not to give them away and hoping he doesn't sound as breathless as he feels; if they were back at the Agency, they wouldn’t be holding back. This…this is like a secret that the both of them are struggling to keep under wraps, the pleasure threatening to make the both of them boil over in ecstasy. 

“Ten minutes left! Then your timeslot is over!” The worker shouts in an irritated voice on the other side of the door. 

“Oh we’ll finish sooner than ten minutes,” Toya chuckles to himself, and Keigo rolls his eyes before deliberately rolling his hips. A low groan bursts from Toya’s lips, and he harshly bites his lip to try to be quiet as he grabs Keigo’s hip, brutally thrusting up into his guts. 

“Toya~,” Keigo clearly cries out from under Toya’s hand, and the way he says his name makes Toya’s cock throb. 

“Gonna come, Kei,” Toya pants, dangerously close, “inside?”

Keigo nods, and that’s all the confirmation Toya needs before he’s sailing over the edge, hips stuttering with each pump of come that paints Keigo’s insides. His toes curl, and his hand drops from Keigo’s mouth to wrap around his twitching cock. Keigo gasps, breath sharp and short, inhaling and exhaling through gritted teeth as he teeters to his own precarious climax. It only takes a few expert thrusts of Toya’s fist before the winged Pro crumbles. 

“Damn,” Keigo sighs, cheeks flushed and feathers puffed up. Toya promptly lets go of Keigo’s flagging erection, lewdly sucking the cum off his hand from Keigo’s orgasm. 

“Gross,” Keigo makes a face, and Toya rolls his eyes.

“It came out of you,” He flicks his boyfriend off, “Now…get off me before I get hard again.”

…

The two heroes left the private karaoke room, slipping out before they could be seen by the antsy staff, looking flustered and frazzled and thoroughly blissed-out, guilty smiles flashing. Once their Uber arrives in front of their Agency, Toya and Keigo stumble into the lobby, holding hands like honeymooners as they walk to the elevator. As soon as they reach the Penthouse, Toya grabs Keigo, rubbing his fist on the top of his head to muss up his hair. Keigo yelps, effortlessly shoving Toya away before sprinting to the bedroom. The fiery Pro follows, vaulting to tackle Keigo, and they both go sailing onto the bed. 

“Y’know we broke the law. On your birthday. Usually that’s a my birthday kinda thing,” Toya teases, and Keigo rolls his eyes as he squirms out of Toya’s grip. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” Keigo winks.

“Oh, I loved it,” Toya sneers before pressing a soft kiss to Keigo’s lips. Keigo gently kisses him back, cupping the side of Toya’s face as he deepens the kiss. 

“I love you,” Keigo whispers against Toya’s mouth, and Toya’s heart flutters.

“I love you, too, Kei.”