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WARNING: THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO VIEW SUCH CONTENT, DO NOT PROCEED ANY FURTHER.

Twinkling Voyeur

Yuga Aoyama tossed and turned in his bed. Only the moonlight filtering through the windows illuminated the darkened bedroom. Everyone in the dorm was asleep and the silence was only broken by the rhythmic ticking of Aoyama's clock.

The blond could not fall asleep. He thought about the events that happened today. Certainly, they did not interact much before today, but Aoyama had been interested in him.

Izuku Midoriya.

His classmate does not seem special. In fact, his looks are mostly described by others as being plain. His messy green hair and freckled face does not really stand out much compared to others. Midoriya's shy personality also made him a bit forgettable especially in a crowd. But what made Midoriya stand out for Aoyama was his Quirk.

It was not as flashy as his own. It was a simple Quirk, a power boost that lets him achieve superhuman feats. But it was as if his body could not contain such power. Every time Midoriya would use his Quirk, there are times when his bones would break, obviously due to the discharge of immense strength. Aoyama's thoughts wandered into his own Quirk.

Ever since he was little, his Navel Laser have always dictated the way he lived his life. Having a support item to contain his Quirk ever since he was a boy, being ashamed of himself for having a defective Quirk, and desiring to shine brighter than everyone else so he can finally be like the others.

To be like everybody else. Normal.

But now, there was another with a Quirk which was almost like his. A Quirk that did not perfectly sync with its user's body. But despite this, Midoriya continued to forge on ahead. The messy-haired, plain-looking boy did not stop moving forward. It was as if he was chasing something in front of him and all his efforts were dedicated to reach it. And to Aoyama, his brilliance was dazzling.

He wanted to know more about Midoriya. What stirs him up to fight on despite his Quirk's flaw? What kind of person can continue to smile so genuinely when fate already gave him such a setback?

Aoyama sat up on his bed. His attempts to befriend Midoriya seemed fruitless. He knew he had always been an awkward person. But that cannot deter him now. He finally saw a sliver of hope. He won't let go of it. Not this time.

The blond boy stood up and walked towards his refrigerator. He opened it and the light slightly poured into his room, the warm glow a stark contrast to the serene light of the moon. Aoyama took the cheese within, his favorite food and the same kind he tried to feed Midoriya earlier in class. He might have failed to get his message across earlier but this time, surely, he will make him understand.

Aoyama opened the sliding doors that lead to his room's balcony. It was a good thing that his room was just right next to Midoriya's. With his hero training, it's no great physical feat to jump from his balcony to the other. The cool night breeze softly drifted and the clear night sky worried Aoyama that people might see him. But he was determined. His message cannot wait until tomorrow. It will be delivered tonight.

He looked at the sliding doors that led to Midoriya's room. It was the same as his, made with clear glass. However, Midoriya seemed to have draped a curtain over it, obstructing the view. He could see clearly that the curtain was designed with patterns reminiscent of All Might. The blond boy chuckled slightly, remembering how much of a fanboy Izuku can be. Besides, they're perfect. With the curtains closed, he couldn't be seen.

Aoyama quickly crouched and set down the wrappings of the cheese. Without missing a heartbeat, he arranged the cheese blocks to form letters. He did not have enough to form much words.

"Oui. Better be concise " he thought.

I know .

That was all Aoyama managed to make but it satisfied him. With his mission complete, he began to head back to his room. However, there was something in him that made him curious. Perhaps a small peek of Midoriya's peaceful sleeping face will be enough to let him sleep as well. A comfort to get him through his insecurities. After a second of hesitation, Aoyama's curiosity won. There was a small gap in the curtains and Aoyama found that this spot was enough.

He almost let out a surprised gasp as he saw that the occupant of the room was apparently still awake. He was so confidently secure in carrying out his plan when in truth, he could have been found out at any moment. Aoyama did not want to risk detection anymore but a minor detail made him stay longer.

With the way Midoriya's room was arranged, the sliding doors were beside the headboard which gave Aoyama a clear view. Izuku was lying down on his bed, wearing a casual shirt and shorts. He was fiddling with his phone, the light of the screen slightly illuminating his face. Perfectly ordinary if only Aoyama did not see what Deku was looking at.

The screen showed a picture of a familiar figure. A certain chestnut-haired classmate of theirs. Apparently, the two have reached that point in their relationship where they're sending each other some raunchy pictures. Aoyama panicked for a bit and felt guilty violating his classmate's privacy. A quick glance at Midoriya's face showed a slight blush which could have gone unnoticed if only the light of the screen didn't cast a glow on his face.

"Non non. I shouldn't be snooping around here. " Aoyama thought.

He was about to look away when Midoriya did something that kept him glued on the spot. With his free hand, Izuku began to palm his crotch through his shorts. Aoyama could feel his breath get caught in his throat. A part of him wanted to look away and go back to his room but another screamed at him to stay and see what happens next. Before the blond can decide, Deku slipped his hand inside his shorts and let out what seemed to Aoyama to be a moan.

It was at this moment that the voice in his head which begged him to stay won out. Aoyama made sure that he was unnoticed. He crouched just enough to see what was going on without casting his shadow inside. His eyes adjusted enough to the dimly-lit room.

Midoriya's full attention was on the screen. Aoyama can only barely confirm the photo of shy Ochaco Uraraka, dressed only in her white underwear, displayed in Izuku's phone. The blond can see the rise and fall of Midoriya's chest as he breathed. Izuku's hand inside his shorts continued to massage his growing arousal. Aoyama noticed the slow but steady rhythm as the tent in Midoriya's shorts rose and fell in time with his strokes.

Then suddenly, Izuku took out his hand from within his lower garment. Aoyama's breath hitched. Midoriya put down his phone and for a moment, the blond thought he was discovered. His mind froze only to be washed away by relief.

He thought Deku was going to stand up but instead, the green-haired boy hooked his fingers on the garter of his shorts. Slightly raising his hips, Izuku removed his shorts together with his boxers in one swift motion. Aoyama almost gasped at the sight. The freckled boy took them off completely and neatly folded the discarded clothes before dropping them on the floor.

Aoyama was provided an unobstructed view of his classmate. Deku may have been usually described as plain-looking but his body is anything but. The blond gazed at his toned thighs and slowly traveled upwards until it rested on the impressive semi-hard dick between them. Deku was cut with remarkable girth. A small bush of green hair rested at the base of his shaft. Aoyama was astonished. The goody two shoes Izuku apparently packed a surprise.

Deku once again made himself comfortable and picked up his phone, his gaze once again on the picture of Uraraka. His free hand wrapped around his hardening member and began to lazily stroke it. Aoyama's pajamas are usually loose for him but this time, he felt that they were getting a bit tight.

Midoriya continued his ministrations until his erection was at full mast. The blond voyeur gulped as he saw the engorged member. It was probably at seven inches by Aoyama's estimations.

Aoyama was startled when Deku put down his phone and suddenly reached inside the drawer of the bedside table. He hid himself for a moment before peeking again. Midoriya took out a bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount onto the hand pleasuring his cock. Placing the bottle on the bedside table, Izuku took his phone again and resumed to masturbate.

His slow pace evenly applied the lube all over his rock-hard dick. Stroking from the base all the way to the tip, Deku continued to look at the picture with a satisfied sigh. The glass between them wasn't thick enough to conceal the wet sounds Midoriya made with every pump of his hand. Perhaps he thought everyone was asleep already or he was too horny to care anymore but it seemed Deku was not concerned with the sound he made.

"Ahh…Uraraka…"

Deku moaned softly. Aoyama was surprised he could slightly hear him. The still silence of the evening helped a lot. The slopping sounds stopped for a moment as Midoriya stopped stroking in favor of his thumb teasing the tip of his swollen cock.

"Oooohhh…" the green-haired boy groaned.

The blush on his freckled cheeks turned brighter, his lust-driven mind conjured all kinds of fantasies as he gazed at his phone.

"Sensationnel! Who would have thought that the innocent Midoriya had such a raunchy side? " Aoyama mused to himself.

Then, Izuku decided to switch things up. He held his erection with a backhanded grip and resumed stroking. The slick sound of the lube all over his member began to resound once again. His pace was still slow and his breathing would hitch every time his palm would glide over his sensitive glans.

"He really likes to take his time, doesn't he? " the voyeur continued.

Deku carried on for a few minutes until he finally felt hot from his exertions. Sweat began to form upon his forehead and his shirt was getting a bit damp. Aoyama once again hid himself when Midoriya put down his phone and sat up on his bed. With his clean hand, he gingerly took off his shirt. Unable to fold it, he tossed it on top of his other discarded clothing.

Aoyama felt his heart thumping in his chest even harder. He was worried that even Izuku might hear his frenzied heartbeat. Deku was completely naked now, his chiseled chest and striking abs were on full display. Aoyama marveled at his taut arms and took in the view. Granted, they do see each other half-naked when they change after showers, but the sight of Deku fully naked with a raging hard-on was totally different.

The blond expected Izuku to lay down again but the boy instead sat on the edge of his bed. Aoyama kept himself as hidden as possible but still with a good view of the action within. The freckled teen picked up his phone once more. His lubed-up hand resumed to give his cock his undivided attention. From his position, Aoyama was treated to a side view angle of his classmate. Deku's erection prominently pointed upwards and the blond could see the reddening head slick with lube and precum.

Izuku's hand began to pick up the pace. From slow strokes to a steady rhythm, Deku pumped his shaft with increasing vigor. The squelching sound of Deku's stroking motions filled the room. It wasn't long until Aoyama noticed that Midoriya's hips began to lightly thrust in time with his hand.

"Ah…Uraraka…that feels so good…" Izuku moaned, his half-lidded eyes focused on his phone.

At this point, Midoriya's hand sped up considerably. The swollen head of his erection rapidly disappeared and reappeared within the grasp of his hand. His moans became more needy and he panted for air. The light movements of his hips have become wild thrusts as he basically shoved his dick repeatedly in his hand for much needed friction. Aoyama relished at the sight as Deku was lost in his pleasure. The blond trailed his eyes all over the masturbating Izuku: his tense legs, the full testicles that swayed in time with his strokes, the rock-hard shaft that glistened with lube and precum, his quivering muscles that rippled with his every movement, the slack-jawed and lust-filled expression of his face. All of it was for him to see.

"Uhh…ah…haah…I'm close…" Izuku moaned.

Aoyama did not even realize how much he anticipated the moment as he unconsciously leaned closer towards the glass. The wet slopping sounds of Deku's hand went faster and faster and the sound melded with his heavy breaths. The green-haired boy then let go of his phone and his free hand traveled between his legs to cup his balls. Midoriya closed his eyes as he let his imagination do the rest.

"Oh…oh…I'm gonna come…I'm coming…Uraraka…" Izuku sounded like he was begging for release.

Then with one last thrust of his hips into his hand, Deku's breath hitched. Aoyama saw his classmate's toes curl and his legs tense up as he froze for a split-second. Then Izuku released a breathy sigh, his hips jerking forward with his lubed hand holding on to his throbbing member.

"Aaaahh…Urarakaaaaa…" he managed to gasp.

Long ribbons of semen spurted out of Midoriya's pulsing dick. The powerful first shot managed to reach the chair in front of his study table across the bed. Another spurt sent more of his seed flying in the air. Then after a few more shots, the rest dribbled on the floor and onto his hand. Deku tried to catch his breath as his hand slowly stroked his cock to squeeze out the remaining cum.

"Hah…I made a mess…" the messy-haired boy mumbled to himself.

Midoriya stood up and took the box of tissues from his study desk. He began to wipe his still semi-hard dick and his sticky hand.

"I better go now while he's busy. Adieu! " Aoyama thought.

The blond voyeur deftly leapt to his room's balcony. He discovered a new side of Deku that he didn't know existed. As he went inside his room, Aoyama was conflicted. He still wanted to befriend Midorya, that much he was certain. Knowing his sexy side did not diminish the light of hope he shone on his life. But Aoyama wondered how he could face him tomorrow without blushing outright; most especially now that he had a raging hard-on he had to take care of to the thought of the green-haired wonder.

"But I'll worry about that tomorrow. Ce soir… " he mumbled to himself as his eyes looked downward.

-END-

Afterword: Thank you for reading! Well I'm officially back in fanfiction after 10,000 years. Do I have updates for my ongoing fics? Not yet but I'm working on the Pokemon one right now. Good thing I kept the story outline of that one intact so it's easy to get back to. Anyway, so here's my first yaoi (?) smut fic? I have no idea if it counts as yaoi but here it is regardless. Thanks to my friend who dared me to make this. Now, I've expanded my horizons. Hopefully, you won't hate me too much for defiling our precious cinnamon roll. I am rambling on so I will stop here. Feel free to leave comments and I'll see you guys in the next fic.

P.S.: If you find errors, my apologies. As usual, I was lazy to proofread and immediately published this as soon as it was done.