Felinis: I know my sin

After thirty-two almost uninterrupted hours of work reality begins to slip away and some point you glimpse the face of God. At this point Izuku was willing to bet god lives inside coffee cups and the brains of those who enjoyed suffering.

"Do you ever sleep?" Shoto asked glancing at what might have been a drool stain on his shirt. "Like for more than thirty minutes at a time?"

"Maybe?" Izuku yawned as Shoto handed him a cup of coffee. "I have too much I need to do. Sleep is irrelevant."

"You're clearly declining health says otherwise," Shoto says and Izuku shirks back a little. Okay… so yes, he's neglecting his health, but this is for the greater good! Shoto shakes his head and pulls up a seat from a nearby workbench. "So that's the outfit?"

"Yes… Do you like it? I mean if you don't like you don't have to wear it- especiallyifitclasheswithyouraestheticohmygoditclashesI'msosorryI'msuchanidiotforjustassumingyou'dlikeitforallIknowpunkcouldbeyourthingohI'vetotallyfuckedeverythingupthisistheworstthingI'vedoneinmylifeI'msuchanidiot- are you a goth? Please tell me you're not goth! I'm terrible at goth! Punk I can sort of work but goth? No! No! Out the question!"

Slap

"Sorry." Shoto holds up his hands in surrender. "It looked like you needed that. Did you need that?"

He laughs… Oh, that was pathetic on a higher level than he's used to. "Probably." Please, if there is a higher being let Izuku die in a hole somewhere.

"Look, I don't know what an 'aesthetic' means but I'm pretty sure I don't have one," Shoto says and Izuku's eyes twitch. "I'll wear pretty much anything as long as it looks nice."

Twitch.

"What do you like to wear?"

Shoto shrugs in his seat again. "Anything really. Clothes are just clothes to me."

"WHAT THAT BITCH SAY!" Katsuki screams from across the room. Izuku gestures for Shoto to shut up because this is normal and there's not much point provoking the beast of the studio. Even by accident. For some unfound reason though Shoto repeats himself. "Oh, so the fucking NORMIE doesn't think what we do here is all that special!"

"Kacchan please calm down." Izuku pleads. "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it."

"AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT WORSE!"

All Izuku had wanted to do was show Shoto his work and then finish up for the day. The outfit was almost finished he did not need this. Why can't he just have some peace for five hours? More importantly, he did not want to deal with the drama of if Shoto lost his cool.

Or if Katsuki ran off Shoto in the next five minutes.

"What in gay hell are you even wearing half-n-half?"

Shoto looked down at himself looking for some invisible stain. "Khakis, I think…. And a shirt."

Izuku waits for the inevitable explosion that he most assuredly does not want to deal with. Focus on what's in front. Katsuki's brow twitches, sparks fly from his fingers, as he clenches his teeth.

"You are wearing yellow and khakis! Yellow and Khakis!" Katsuki slams his hand on the desk forcing Izuku to rescue his beloved fabric. "DEKU!"

Shoto steps up in what Izuku things is a valiant gesture to protect his work but isn't needed. As mad as Katsuki gets he never destroys anyone's hard work unless he's blackout mad. Which Izuku can safely say he is not. Plus, Katsuki is right… Okay, normally Izuku isn't one to judge but- by god- someone get this man real clothes. Izuku had been a bit blissed to notice the last few times he'd seemed Shoto because of sleep deprivation, but - eeghh – is that combo ugly.

"Is something wrong with my clothes?"

The room falls silent as a frost coats everyone's mouth in the shock. Katsuki blinks and looks to Izuku and then to Shoto back and forth. His fist clenches as he yanks Shoto up with a sneer.

"I'm borrowing this."

"Wait? What?"

Suddenly, Katsuki yanks Shoto away and out of the room. The crowd of designers watches as Shoto's feet pull across the floor and out of the room despite protests. No one moves an inch until the door shuts with a gasp that finally is released. The spell breaks and everyone returns to work with no recollection of what happened except Izuku who stares blankly at the door.

What just happened?

Shoto's not sure why he decided to let this crazy man kidnap him, but he's been following behind for a few minutes unsure what to do. It's all very surreal as he continues on behind as they continue further and further through the city. Shoto should just break away and head back to the studio or go home, but he's also once more curious.

"Where are we going?"

"Shut up coffee-cream." The explosive man barks as he shoves Shoto around a corner. Coffee-cream Well, he'll admit that it is a new one. "Your wardrobe fucking offends me on a spiritual level." What does that have to do with anything? Their feet fall to a stop when they reach a large boutique with a bizarre tiger print sign.

A silent 'we're here' rings out and Shoto considers just walking backward to the studio now that he's been released. "Oh, no you fucking don't!"

"Look, fighting you really isn't worth energy and I have no idea what's going on. Can you just leave me alone." Shoto huffs as he debates whether or not he wishes to freeze this guy and just walk away. It really just doesn't seem worth it and just as he's about to turn around the chime of the door opening and a new voice enters the scene.

"OM—fucking-G Katsuki, baby!" A red-haired man who clearly loves his hair gel latches himself onto Katsuki's shoulder. He's a tiger striped pink leather vest and a loose black crop top. Toned arms decked in chains and leather straps in a multitude of colors that seem to match the eclectic ripped green and brown pants. It's a very odd choice of outfit in Shoto's opinion, but he seems to have terrible taste in clothes so maybe he shouldn't judge. "What brings you to my neck of the woods."

Katsuki shoves the red-head off. "Fucking shit-hair get off me."

"Don't be like that honey. We got some great new neck chains and ear bling." The red-head stops as his eyes drift to Shoto who's been casually trying to scoot away from these weirdos. "What the fuck is that!"

That? Shoto does not prefer being referred to as a that or an it. He's a person and he would like to get on with his life.

"A fucking disaster. Fix it." Again, rude.

"With pleasure." The red-head then latched onto his are in a split second and Shoto felt hands crawling over his body. Okay, that is all very much no and he quickly forced the man off with a bout of ice.

"Do you mind?"

The man seems to realize his mistake and laughs. "OMG, I am like so sorry. Eijiro Kirishima at your service sweetie pie. Personal stylist extraordinaire and totally you're saviour because, boy what in gay hell are you wearing."

Why do people keep saying that? Really why? "Shoto… Shoto Todoroki."

"Well, Sho- can I call you Sho?"

"NO."

Eijiro smiles. "You are going to get a makeover of your life."

"No thanks."

"That's not how this works, Sho-darlin." Eijiro tisks as he returns to wrapping his arm around Shoto's side and he really debates punching this guy. "Katsi-baby what's my budget?"

"Two-hundred," Katsuki says as Shoto is pushed further in the store. "He's an idiot so try to get him stuff he can't fuck up."

Shoto tries to remind these two that he is right here but Eijiro enthusiastically yanks him to the rack and starts flinging clothes everywhere. He's trapped between these two men as Katsuki watches from a distance and Eijiro holds clothing in front of him going back and forth between shirts.

"So Sho-darlin what's your story?" Eijiro says holding a green button-top shirt in front of him.

"Please stop calling me that."

All he gets is a hum. "So, Sho-baby doll- like what you do to get Kats-cutie riled enough to send you here." Shoto isn't sure he understands the question let alone the situation he's landed himself in. "Cuz honey, let me tell you man to man you either have to really annoy him or he likes you."

"Does he like me…?"

"Oh fuck no. He's got hate boner glare like mad." Eijiro laughs as he hands another stack of clothes to Shoto. "Which means you're on good terms with someone else otherwise he would have tried to murder you."

Shoto ponders as he goes into a changing room for the millionth time, seriously he is so sick of this shit. He doesn't get clothing so why does this matter… Except Izuku is making that really cool suit and there's clearly a lot of effort and care put into. That raw ugly passion of a man sleep deprived and ripe with the smell of sweet and bodily fluids.

Passion!

He mutters that offhandedly in much less colorful language and whistle comes from the other side. "Well then, it's no wonder. If you're Izuku's muse for the time, then I could stand seeing you in those hideous things even less."

Shoto tosses over the clothing that didn't' fit as Eijirou pulls him along to a shoe rack and looks for pairs in his size. "How could you do that to our poor Deku-darlin. Moving his heart in those trash bags you were wearing. Ugh, kills my gay fucking soul."

"Sorry…?" Deku… Is that this guy's weird nickname for Izuku.

"Oh, Sho-honey-baby it ain't your fault. I forget you straight boys don't know how to dress."

Shoto bites his lip and debates whether or not to say anything about that statement because seems like a lose-lose situation either way. He decides silently nodding and pretending he gives a damn is a valid option.

Eijiro, at last, seems satisfied after what feels like hours, but the man still sighs. "if it wasn't for the fact they'd go to waste I'd so get you accessories. Like you have the nicest little collarbone and it's going to waste without a cute choker." He rests his cheek in one of his hand and bites at his lips. "Plus, with a face like that, you would make Deku go into overdrive ten-fold with some nice gloss. Those lips are begging for it."

"Yeah, no. I don't do makeup."

"Or dress properly." Katsuki spits as he looks Shoto over.

Eijiro leans into the explosive fellow with a Cheshire-grin on his face. "So how'd I do? He's got a lot of classical features, so I figured something more modern than retro. Urban is in, so I figured that was safe to go with since this guy has no style." Gonna be honest, Shoto understood none of that.

"Ugh, he still looks like a normie."

"Hey, I worked with what I had. This guy gives you nothing to go off."

"Whatever, just ring up the shit." Shoto was going to go back into the changing room but was stopped by a shout to stay where he was. "We are burning those monstrosities you called fucking clothes."

Shoto drew the line at that and stormed up. "Look, I don't' get why the fuck you dragged and forced me to go on a shopping trip, but you are not burning my shit!"

"Fuck you!" Katsuki pushes Shoto back into a mannequin. "If you bring down that scrub Deku's work because of your bad wardrobe it's gonna be a fucking wreck and I will personally kill you. Now dress like you can actually appreciate that idiot's ugly ass designs."

…Oh…Oh…OOOHHH. Damn. So it was because… oh, wow… that… that was… "Huh, you like that guy more than you let on."

"FUCK YOU COFFEE-CREAM!" Katsuki yelled gaining the attention of the whole store. "Deku is my rival and if he can't go all out because of you then I will fucking end you. I want a challenge and you do not ruin that for me with your broken ass sense of fashion."

Shoto hides the smile creeping under her lips. So that's how it is then. Guess he has no choice if it's for Izuku… he never realized the guy was so popular among his fellow designer. Everyone wants to see Izuku's passion and fights that passion with their own creative madness. Watching these people, he's seeing that their work is ugly and violent but passionate and heroic. More. Shoto wants to see more because this is something he's never witnessed before. Rivalry that's full of earnest passion and the desire to push the other for the best cutthroat battles they can get.

He's never had that. The more he looks at these people the more he sees how beautiful this world is. The world of creators is slowly revealing itself as a glen of fairies and Izuku stands as a victim of the torment of Leanan sídhe throwing himself at their feet constantly. Now, decked in these new clothing as he heads back to the studio Shoto sees that he is the current muse to steal and eat away at his soul.

The offense was that he never dressed the part he was supposed to. So what will Izuku say when Shoto shoes up in the proper uniform, even if that uniform is a sapphire shirt with a white vest and black dress pants. Nothing that special as far as he knows.

Izuku doesn't want to admit to falling asleep shortly after Shoto disappeared and drooling on himself. It's not only humiliating but also dumb… He should have known better than to just fall asleep like that. Maybe he should have taken more breaks before Shoto came over. It's almost done. Just a bit more work…

The door the room opens and instinctively Izuku glances over and his eyes drop.

Beautiful…

So beautiful…

"Hey, sorry about that." Izuku looks at the jacket and then to Shoto. No… this… this wasn't enough. He'd finish this, but this wasn't the end. "Your friends are kind of crazy." His hand goes to his sketchbook and he stares wide-eyed at the man. "Izuku, you okay?"

"Shhhh." His hand goes to the paper and Shoto stands rigid. Izuku can't help the shiver as he sees a visage hidden in the outfit Shoto wears. A stunning new outfit that this muse has brought to him.

Beautiful. Very Beautiful.

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