(A/N: This is where this story becomes rated MA. You have been warned. Read at your own risk."

"You don't have to stay with me. It's the holidays. Won't your family miss you, Kirishima?" Izuku asks from his place in the trio sandwich.

"They are going on vacation, so they are more than happy to be rid of me," he answers with a smile.

"Thanks for your concern about me, Nerd," Bakugou scoffs.

"Kacchan, we both know auntie couldn't wait to get rid of you," he replies teasingly. Bakugou grumbles something under his breath.

"You're stuck with us, Midoriya," Kirishima says, ruffling fluffy green curls.

Confusion knits Izuku's eyebrows together while jealousy twists his stomach in knots. Dread tastes a lot like bile in the back of his throat and despite being crushed between two very attractive men, his heart aches with loneliness. A happy couple is pitying him. A happy couple made up of two of his former boyfriends. Rather than positive feelings of support bleeding into his being from the arms and legs wrapped around him, his blood runs cold he breaks into a sweat. Not good.

"Let go of me, I'm going to be sick," Izuku says quickly. Arms and legs retract without question, allowing him to vault over the couch and rush down the stairs to his bathroom in the basement. What little bit of stomach contents he does have, make a rapid evacuation from his body.

Once he is sure it is over, he cleans up and brushes his teeth. Though his thoughts race and occasionally vie for his attention, he pushes them all down to deal with later. That's how he has been dealing with his problems. Later.

Back in his nest, Eijirou and Katsuki are talking quietly. They both stop to look at him when he approaches. "Are you okay?" Kirishima asks with concern. Izuku nods as he climbs back into his bed, curling up in a corner and pulling a blanket over his body.

"Stress?" Kacchan asks. Izuku nods again. "Have you been dealing with your shit properly? I made sure the depression couch wasn't an issue in the house, but it is lasting longer than when Shitty Hair broke up with you. It's exhausting," he huffs out exasperatedly.

Bakugou's annoyance stirs up guilt that burns in the form of unshed tears in his eyes. It progresses to anger within a few seconds because no one is telling Katsuki he has to try and help. Before Izuku can snap though, his phone begins to ring from somewhere in the mess of blankets. He finds it as the ringtone starts a second loop. "Mina?" He answers.

"Hey, Green Bean. How are you doing?" She asks cheerfully.

"I'm doing okay. What about you?"

"I hate to be a bother but Tooru just called to remind me that you have an undercut maintenance appointment in an hour. If you aren't feeling up for it though, I can call her back and cancel it for you." She sounds unsure as she speaks.

Izuku looks at his nests' occupants for a moment. "No, you know what, I need some time in the chair. Tooru can work wonders so it might help in the grand scheme of things."

"I'm happy to hear that. Tell her all the things you need to tell her." Mina bids him goodbye and hangs up.

"What kind of chair?" Kirishima asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Is it a Chinese Chair?" Katsuki asks, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips.

"It is a salon chair," Izuku answers as he shakes his head. "I'm looking a little rough." He gestures to his hair. "Mina called to remind me that I have a salon appointment in an hour."

"Great. We're coming with you," Katsuki says as he stands up and stretches. Kirishima mirrors him.

"That isn't necessary. It's boring and smells like shampoo."

"That may be true, but we are going to have lunch together afterwards. We want to talk about something with you and no, it's nothing bad," he replies as a look of alarm crosses Izuku's face.

"Suit yourself then."

The lobby of Be Visible salon is warm and welcoming from the biting November cold. "My, oh my, I expected one hot DJ to walk in here. I did not expect him to bring his two gorgeous friends along. Who are your sexy friends, Mr. DJ?" Hagakure nods toward his followers.

"Kirishima Eijirou," he points to the redhead. "Bakugou Katsuki." Kacchan nods and Kirishima gives a small wave.

"Lucky you," she says as she gives them a flirty smile. "Mina called and said it is a chair visit. Let's not waste time." Izuku follows her to the sink and sits down, leaning back with the chair. "Tell me Deku, what worries you so much?" She ties the plastic cape around his neck, but he knows that isn't the reason his throat feels tight. "Judgment free zone, my friend. No one needs to know what is said and your friends can't hear you all the way back here." She says it in a way that sounds enticing and persuasive.

"Are you offering me therapy?" He asks quietly.

"That's the point of a chair visit."

As the warm water flows through his hair, Izuku lets his tears flow with it. He tells her everything he has been pushing aside for the last few weeks. He explains about Shouto's deception, about his failed relationships, his insecurities, his uncertainties, his vulnerabilities, and his anxiety and depression. He explains who Bakugou and Kirishima are to him. He talks about Katsuki's upsetting comment from earlier in the day along with his frustrations. The entire time, Tooru nods along as she washes and conditions his hair, twice. He blows his nose and finishes up his tale as she blow-dries his hair. She leads him to the styling chair that is separated from the other by curtains and gets to work.

"Do you want some input from me or was getting it off your chest enough?"

"I'll take some input please," he answers politely.

"You should worry about yourself and your well-being before anyone else's, you are selfless to a fault. Also, you worry too much about labels. The guy who cheated with you, yes, I said with and not on because you were the other guy, should not be labeled a mistake. He is a lesson. The other two men in my lobby were lessons, just more polite lessons. You are so concerned about significant others. If you are that lonely why not try something casual or something without titles attached? That's what Mina does and look how happy she is by herself," Tooru reasons to him over the buzz of the clippers in her hand.

"Yeah, I've seen her happiness," he trails off as the mental image of Mina and three Beta frat guys surface. Izuku considers her words though. "I have no idea what I'm doing with my life."

"No one does," she says with a laugh. "Once you learn that then life becomes much easier to grapple with, I swear."

After exiting Be Visible, Izuku's heart feels measurably lighter even if it is for a little while. It still gives him hope. The trio settle for a little diner known for its array of culturally diverse cuisine and for once Izuku feels hungry.

Bakugou chooses a table in the back corner away from everyone and they order their drinks. "Eijirou and I have been talking about some things lately that we want to share with you," Katsuki starts off quietly.

"Midoriya, understand that we don't need an answer right away. You have plenty of time to think about it," Kirishima adds quickly. "We can even do a test run if you want."

"You can also ask all the questions you want, none of them will be considered stupid, go it?" Katsuki asks.

Izuku nods, unsure of what is actually happening at the moment. "I-I'm listening."

"Eijirou and I would like to bring you into our relationship," Kacchan says slowly as he watches Izuku for any reaction to his words.

Izuku mouths the words 'bring into relationship' to himself, tasting them on his tongue. "Like a third boyfriend?" He asks for clarification. The other two nod. "Why?"

Kirishima looks to Katsuki who answers, "we, uh, well you see…" He breathes in deeply and lets out the air slowly. "I still have strong feelings for you."

"I told you that my feelings for you were no longer romantic which was a lie. My feelings for Katsuki got the better of me. I still have strong feelings for you too," Kirishima admits.

Izuku eyes them both critically for a long moment. The waiter returns with their drinks and they all order their food before Izuku speaks on the matter again. "So, I am the lesser third option that you both want." The look of discomfort on Eijirou's face almost makes him laugh humorlessly.

"No," Katsuki says calmly. "We have fought with each other over this and we've almost broken up several times because of it too. We like you, and each other, equally. You would be in this relationship as an equal."

"This is a weird conversation. Was it this weird when you both had this talk?" Izuku asks, his stomach churning.

"Actually, it relieved a lot of tension and just helped everything make more sense," Kirishima adds in.

"Why now? I just got out of a shit relationship and I'm sunk further into depression than the titanic in the Atlantic. Why now?"

"I'll admit the timing is fucked up, but we kept trying to find a right time and it never came. You stay on the couch and stay miserable and we kept waiting for it to pass but at the same time we both kept saying, 'what if he hops right into a relationship and we miss the time?' That is why you can have all the time you need to think and decide," Bakugou answers.

"You are both very open and honest with each other," Izuku says observantly.

"That is the key to a healthy relationship. We would expect the same of you," Katsuki says, gazing at him evenly.

Izuku sighs and says, "I'll genuinely think about it and if I have any more questions, I'll ask." It effectively ends the conversation and makes the couple visibly relax.

They eat their food with small conversations peppered in here and there. The walk back is Izuku leading the group down the sidewalk, black scarf wrapped around him tightly for protection against the wind. He lets his mind wander, relatively sure that he has no more tears to cry over his situation.

Todoroki being a cheater is in no way Izuku's fault. It isn't that he wasn't enough, it's that Shouto pitied his terrible track record with relationships. Not a very good reason at all. That Inasa guy is stupid for staying with Shouto, but it isn't Izuku's relationship, so it isn't his problem really. What lesson could this be? Don't trust your best friends? That isn't right, he can trust his other best friends.

"Right, Nerd," Bakugou calls out.

Izuku turns right and continues to think. How about 'looks can be deceiving'? The relationship looked like a good thing but turned out bad. Proceeding with caution wouldn't be a terrible idea from now on. Maybe Tooru's casual idea has some purpose to it. Leave it to Kacchan to complicate things further.

"Right, Izuku," Kirishima calls out to him. He follows the directions.

Naturally he has some resonating feelings towards his exes but is that enough to try with them again? And not just one of them, but with both of them? Would they go for the casual option with him or at least the no labels option? He would put that on the list of questions to ask the two men later.

"Right again," Katsuki says from behind him.

Right? Again? That is three right. Izuku pulls himself out of his thoughts and looks around. "Where are we?"

"You walked past the house and wouldn't respond to us except for directions so we walked around the block," Bakugou answers with a shrug. "Let's go, it's freezing out here." Kacchan's consideration fills Izuku full of appreciation.

The late hours of the night has Katsuki sleeping soundly on the left side of Izuku's nest. Izuku is sitting between Kirishima's legs, back resting against his chest as he shows the redhead how he works on choosing music to mix and how to mix it.

"You really love doing this, don't you?" Eijirou asks, resting his chin on Izuku's shoulder.

"Yes, I do. If I'm honest though I still love drawing and painting more. I keep that more private than my music because I want my art to be untainted by other's opinions, if that makes sense at all," Izuku admits. Leaning back, he realizes Eijirou is close enough to kiss him and something pulls deep in him to do it, but he resists.

"It makes perfect sense," Kirishima confirms, giving him a small smile.

"I have a question about this relationship thing." He looks to the redhead who nods for him to continue. "Could we do it without the label? Almost like keeping it casual, but I would still be solely invested in only the three of us? It would help ease off some of the pressure I feel," he admits quietly.

"I'm okay with that. We will have to check with Katsuki when he wakes up," Eijirou whispers back.

"Katsuki is awake and agrees with the nerd's conditions," the lump of blankets says from beside them. "Is that a yes or do you need more time, 'Zuku?"

"It's a yes." Everything is silent for a moment before Kirishima shuts Izuku's laptop and quickly puts it on the table behind him before wrapping his strong arms around the greenette and squeezing tightly.

"Really, really Izu?" Eijirou asks excitedly.

"Really, really," he confirms. Kirishima's soft lips catch his in a happy kiss that takes Izuku's breath away.

Bakugou rises up out of his pile of blankets like Godzilla from the water and climbs onto both of their laps. "Thank fuck," he says, kissing Izuku to the point the smaller man is whining into his mouth. He moves to Kirishima next, resting their foreheads together after they break apart.

Izuku tilts his head back to look at both of his casual, no label partners. They both look back at him as he flashes his 1,000 watt smile at them. "You both make me happy."

"It's like looking into the sun," Eijirou whispers to Katsuki who nods in agreement.

"Do you ever rest?" Katsuki huffs up at Izuku who is clicking away on his laptop.

"Not right now."

"What is so important?" He sits up and squints at the computer screen.

"Kacchan, do you need glasses? You squint at stuff a lot."

"No, I don't need glasses. I just woke up," he grumbles.

"Too bad, you'd look even more sexy with glasses." Izu giggles inwardly as Katsuki's face tinges pink. "Next semester is my last before I graduate with my BA. I need to think about classes for next semester, plan for my cap and gown, and apply to graduate school. That's what I planned on doing this week." Izuku clicks through a few of his open tabs as he takes notes and screenshots.

"You stress out too much," Katsuki says, closing the laptop and tossing it to the end of the couch. "Come here." He pulls Izuku into a kiss which is returned with enthusiasm. "Calm down, there is more where that came from. Do you want some breakfast?"

"Can I help?"

"Whatever you want to do, knock yourself out."

Izuku does not help with breakfast after dropping and breaking three eggs so Katsuki sends him to shower. Once that is completed, he is sent to wake up Kirishima as the bacon finishes cooking.

"Wake up," Izu whispers as he strokes a finger down the redhead's nose lightly. Kirishima crinkles his nose and crosses his eyes as he watches Izuku's finger. "Breakfast is ready."

"Mmm, yes, it is," Eijirou says with a sleepy smile before kissing him, his tongue slipping in and exploring softly. He pulls away and says, "it tastes so good."

"Ei, you are so cheesy. It's cute and all but you know Kacchan is going to be in here soon and it won't be a nice visit." They potter their way into the kitchen, Eijirou giving Katsuki a kiss before sitting at the island with Izuku. "Smells amazing, Babe."

"Damn right it does because I made it," Bakugou replies as he sits the food on the island.

Monday afternoon is spent with Katsuki and Eijirou having time together in Katsuki's room while Izuku cleans his bedroom and the basement. He folds all of the blankets in the nest and stacks them neatly in a corner followed by the pillows. He doesn't have motivation to do any art or music, so he calls Toshinori to see if he would like to meet up for dinner.

"It is good to see you, Young Midoriya. How are you feeling?" Toshi asks as they sit at the table of a little restaurant near One for All.

Izuku fills his mentor in on everything he has been up to and he feels a little more relief. "How about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm really glad you called me to meet up actually. I have been meaning to talk with you."

Why him and why now? "Is everything okay?" Izuku asks nervously.

"Everything is fine. I just want to pitch an idea to you. I know you are still unsure of what you want to do with your life, but I'd like to give you another option to put on the pile. One day in the far future when I retire, I'd like for you to take over Quirffee and One for All." Toshinori pauses at Izuku's wide eye reaction, giving him a chance to interject. When he doesn't, he pushes on. "You have plenty of time to enjoy yourself and live your life how you want to, I'm not that old," he says with a chuckle.

"Are you sure you want to leave your legacy to me? Why me?" Izuku asks.

"I have no kids of my own, but you are like a son to me. I'm sorry if that is too forward or make you uncomfortable, it's just how I feel."

Izuku gives him a sad smile, "I understand what you mean. You are like a father to me, I was just feeling worried and maybe a little guilty that I was replacing my own father."

"I could never replace your father," Toshinori says reassuringly, "I can however, guide you and love you as a father would."

Tears well up and spill out of Izuku's eyes at those words. "I want that very much."

Sitting beside the younger man, Toshi wraps him in a hug. "It's already your's, Izuku." When the tears stop falling, he adds, "I don't need an answer right away to my question. I just ask that it is put into your hand of option cards."

"I will very seriously consider your offer," Izuku reassures him.

"Thank you."

Dinner passes by with happy chatter between the two of them. They part with promises to meet up for the holiday. On the trudge home, Izuku pulls out his phone to find miss calls from his two boyfriends-who-aren't-boyfriends. They can wait.

"He's home!" Kirishima yells as Izuku hangs his coat up and slips his shoes off at the front door.

"Where have you been? You missed dinner." Katsuki is seething in the kitchen doorway.

"I was out with my other dad. He bought me dinner." Izuku flashes a smug smile at Kacchan before descending into the basement.

2am on Wednesday morning finds Izuku singing and dancing around the kitchen as he makes french fries. The upbeat music flows softly through his Bluetooth speaker beside the sink. The slotted spoon in his hand serves as his microphone while he waits for the sliced potatoes to finish cooking. He slides across the island on his butt before flopping the landing and sprawling to his back on the floor. Getting up, he looks around to make sure no one caught his embarrassing mishap.

"Don't worry, Izu. I won't tell anyone," Kirishima says with a light laugh from behind him.

"Ei! You scared me, you ninja. How long have you been there?" Izuku face turns bright red as he speaks.

"Long enough to catch a couple of songs of your concert."

Even the tips of Izu's ears turn red as he dips out fries from the hot oil. "Would you like some?" He gestures to the mountain of golden potatoes on the plate.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"It's a lot of carbs, so yeah."

Kirishima pours a puddle of ketchup onto a small plate and sits at the table with him. "It's the start of the holidays, bring on the carbs."

In the blink of an eye, the plates are empty, and the two men are full. "Are you going to sleep tonight?"

"Probably, I've figured out how to lull myself to sleep, thank goodness," Izu replies as he cleans the dishes.

"Oh? How do you go about doing that?" Ei asks, cocking his head to the side.

"Solo sex. I've gotten really good at it lately," Izuku says shamelessly.

"You mean masturbation?" A nod. "Can I watch?"

The air in Izuku's lungs freezes up and so does he. "Watch? You want to watch?"

"Only if it's okay with you. If not, that's okay too."

"You can watch, I'm okay with that," he answers.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Kirishima disappears up the stairs like lightning and returns just as fast. "I had to get my phone in case I fall asleep with you."

"If it were Kacchan asking to watch, I'd probably be more hesitant. He would tell me I was doing it all wrong," Izu says with amusement as he leads the way to the nest. Bakugou had complained of the couch hurting his back so he moved back to his bed. Eijirou just ends up where he pleases. "He would tell me his techniques are better."

Kirishima shrugs, "he means well."

The redhead settles into a corner as Izuku produces a bottle of lube from under his pillow. His nerves shift into high gear so to relieve the tension he asks, "would you believe me if I said that Mina is the one who taught me about masturbation?"

"No way!? Why did Mina teach you about it?" Kirishima watches as he slowly peels his shorts off.

Izuku's cheeks heat up under Eijirou's gaze, his boxers straining with the effort to keep his hard on in check. "I saw her getting gangbanged on my couch in the basement."

"Seriously? That must have been weird."

"Very weird." Izuku takes a deep, calming breath before removing his boxers too. His thick cock springs free from the waistband and stands at attention, heavy between his legs. Eijirou licks his lips, an action not missed by the greenette who settles into a reclining position against a pillow.

Pouring lube over his hand, he checks back to the redhead who has a lustful hunger in his eyes. Though sexy isn't something he exudes, Izuku decides to put on a show for his very close friend.

He can barely fit his fingers around his girth and lets out a harsh sigh at the contact. Biting his lip, he slides his hand to the base and squeezes before trailing up to the head, causing him to moan. The sound startles him a little but the lewdness of it draws another out of him.

Closing his eyes, he imagines its Kirishima's hand working his cock. It urges him to pick up the pace. The image of Eijirou gazing at him hungrily has him throwing his head back and letting out a breathy, "oh fuck, Ei."

"Izuku, can I touch myself too?" Kirishima asks with a whimper.

"Please," is his answer. Opening his eyes, he watches Eijirou slick up his own cock, working it slowly. It's smaller than Izuku's, about average size and leaking steadily. For a moment, he wonders how it would taste to have that cock under his tongue and it causes his own to twitch hard. "So beautiful, Ei. You're so beautiful."

"You too, Izu. And so big." A whine works itself from the redhead's throat as he goes faster, his hand almost a blur.

"S-so close, damn it, I'm so close," Izuku groans as the heat in his gut releases to the rest of his body and his abdomen clenches.

"Cum for me, 'Zuku," a low, guttural voice growls into his ear. Gasping, he turns toward the source of the sound and meets a crimson gaze before Katsuki devours him in a hungry kiss.

"Kacchan," Izuku moans into the blonde's mouth as he reaches his peak. He coats his hand in pearly seed.

"Oh shit," Kirishima gasps out as he climaxes, watching the other two kiss passionately.

"Fuck, you are both so sexy. How did I get so lucky?" Katsuki asks, eyes glazed over.

Izuku shrugs before pulling his shirt off and using it to clean himself and then Kirishima.

"Thanks man, you didn't have to do that," Eijirou says sheepishly.

"I'm your partner, I want to help," he replies simply.

Katsuki spends the entire morning in the kitchen, making the food for their Thanksgiving dinner. Kirishima and Izu both clean up the house, music a little too loud for the occasion but no one complains. At least not until Eijirou challenges Izuku to a duel while wielding a broom. Izu accepts the challenge as he picks up the mop. Only then does Bakugou step in to divert that brewing disaster.

Spending time with his new partners has Izuku forgetting about Todoroki and when he does remember, he can't bring himself to be sad or angry. How can he be when he is laughing so much? It's when he lays on the dining room table that he realizes the lesson he is meant to learn. Just because one aspect of your life has gone sour doesn't mean every aspect has and by focusing on the one bad part, everything else seems bad too.

"Hey Kacchan, change of plans. I'm dinner," Izuku says with a giggle.

"I'll save you for dessert, Nerd."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," he shoots back seriously.

"Whoa Midoriya, feeling frisky?" Eijirou asks teasingly as he sits the dishes on the table.

"Do you want to find out?" Izuku answers with a smirk.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Go easy on him Ei, he's inexperienced," Katsuki says with amusement. It makes the shorter man slide off of the table and send him a pouty look.

"How inexperienced?" Kirishima asks him.

"The nerd is a virgin," the blonde answers for Izuku. Eijirou looks surprised and starts whispering to his boyfriend.

"So much for transparency in this relationship," Izuku huffs quietly to himself as he sits the plates out. A knock interrupts his thoughts and he skips over to the door. "Hi Toshi, welcome," he says with a big smile.

"Thank you and your friends for having me, Young Midoriya," he replies as Izuku takes his coat. Toshinori is led into the dining room and shown to his seat.

"Hi Mr. Yagi, I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm Kirishima Eijirou," the redhead says happily while sitting food on the table.

"Yeah," Toshinori replies with a glint in his eye, "I remember you, Ass Brigade." Katsuki drops the plastic spoon in his hand as he snorts and laughs bodily. "That can only mean you're Kacchan."

"Yes sir, that's me," Bakugou answers, sobering up and retrieving the fallen utensil.

If either Kacchan or Ass Brigade see the high five between Toshinori and Izuku, they don't comment on it.

Dinner is a humorous affair as Toshi repeatedly roasts the couple across from him. Izuku watches them squirm and he can't help but entertain the idea that this is the equivalent of bringing a significant other home to meet the parents. Toshi never talks about family and Izuku just can't let him spend this holiday, or any other holiday after this, alone.

After dessert, Toshinori excuses himself out, saying he is meeting up with Gran Torino. Izuku picks up the duties of cleaning the kitchen as Kirishima and Bakugou go upstairs. 'Go figure,' he thinks to himself as he listens to their retreating footsteps. 'What does it matter if I haven't had sex? It's not like I don't know how it works.' He goes plus ultra in everything he does which includes his research. It doesn't take much to reason that he isn't really in the relationship so naturally he will be excluded from the sensual activities. Something about that makes him feel sad, but he doesn't complain because he chose this.

The kitchen is clean and Izuku takes a hot shower to relax his body. At some point he finds himself staring at his fingers. Yep, he is going to try it. Sliding one in feels weird, it isn't terribly uncomfortable, just foreign. In, out, in, out. Before too long it isn't so strange, so he takes a deep breath and relaxes his muscles. This is no easy feature as a second finger joins the first. The pain is there, but he can handle it. His research says it will feel better once he gets accustomed to the stretch. Beauty is pain and so is anal fingering. Both will make you feel amazing in the end.

Third finger inserted and Izu feels tears at the corner of his eyes. It burns and stings, so he pauses his advances until it dulls out. Proceeding carefully, he slowly works his fingers in himself experimentally, twisting and flexing. The water turns cool and he decides he should probably continue in his bedroom.

Locking the door, he sheds his towel onto his bed before climbing on to it with his ass in the air. He resumes his previous explorations and gasps as it kickstarts the now familiar heat in his belly. The fingers in his ass work faster, bringing him wave after wave of pleasure.

"Damn it, reach deeper," Izuku whines to himself as he chases his climax. Looking around, he spots what he needs and grabs his spare bottle of lube. The handle of his hairbrush easily slips in and causes him to shiver. The textured grip on the handle sliding across the rim of his hole has him keening with pleasure. Tears track down his cheeks as he sobs into his pillow, thighs quivering while his dick hardens even further. It's an angry red and leaking precum onto his discarded towel.

A knocking on his door pulls him from his personal heaven. "Izuku? Are you okay?" Eijirou asks, worry tinging his words.

"I'm fine," he chokes out in the direction of the door.

"You don't sound fine," Kacchan's voice rings out next. "Let us in."

"I'll be out in a few minutes," he answers again.

"Nerd, that wasn't a request!" Kacchan yells with annoyance.

Izuku raises up to yell back but the brush handle pushes into something in him that has him seeing stars. He drops his head back down as his cock spurts his release onto the towel below him. The scream of pleasure is buried in his pillow.

Someone jiggles the doorknob. The towel and brush are thrown into the hamper before he flops onto his back, chest heaving with his labored breaths. The door bursts open, spilling Kirishima and Bakugou into his room.

"What the hell?" Katsuki asks, taking in Izuku's blissed out face and naked body.

"I have needs," he answers shortly, arching his back to stretch as strength returns to his jellied limbs.

"That's what we came to talk about," Katsuki supplies unhelpfully.

Sitting up, Izuku says, "I'm all ears."

"We are kind of hung up on the virginity thing," Kirishima admits. "It's kind of an important thing."

"To you maybe, but not to me. I respect you both though. If it bothers you that much then I'll go find my sex somewhere else," he reasons with a shrug.

"Just like that?" Bakugou asks, looking almost hurt.

'No, not really, but my fucks to give are at an all-time low,' Izuku thinks to himself. Instead he says, "I'm the low man on the totem pole, the third guy, the newbie. I'm also in this casually. It isn't fair though that both of you can have sex in this relationship and I get just the emotional part. My fingers can only do so much up in there. As I said before, I have needs." 'A lot more now than before.'

Unexpectedly, both men look like kicked puppies.

"No matter how much you say you like me, you'll always like each other more," Izuku says simply. His brain is screaming to abort mission but that wouldn't be transparency.

"That isn't true," Katsuki maintains, frustration evident in his tone.

"Not even close to the truth," Eijirou agrees.

"It's okay," Izuku responds with a sad smile. He climbs under his comforter. "I'm really tired, that hairbrush took it out of me. I'm going to get some sleep." Clicking the lamp off, he rolls over to face the wall before he realizes what he has said. The expected laugh or taunting comment never comes. The door closes, and he drifts off to sleep.

Izu awakens to a warm body slipping into his bed behind him. An arm drapes over his waist and a soft kiss is pressed to the back of his neck. "Mmm," he hums in contentment.

"Does that mean you're awake, Nerd?" Katsuki's voice is soft and husky.

"Yes, I'm awake Kacchan. Is there something you need?" Izuku looks over his shoulder to the other man.

"I need you. All of you," he replies.

"You have me, you've had me all week."

"After our conversation earlier, I told Ei that I can't handle the idea of you going out to fuck other people. Beyond that, I told you that you're equal in this relationship and I mean it. Do you trust me?"

"I always have, Kacchan," he whispers.

Katsuki slides his hand down to Izu's hip. "Let me be your first."

Izuku turns his torso to look at his partner better. "Yes."

Lips connect with his in a searing kiss, calloused fingers stroking his half hard cock. "K-Kacchan," he gasps out, body jerking with pleasure. He settles onto his back, throwing the blanket off of them and watching the blonde's hand work him into a hard, dripping mess.

Katsuki maneuvers himself between Izuku's spread legs before leaning over to kiss him again. Kisses are trailed down Izu's neck and a purple mark is sucked into existence on his collarbone. "If I do something you don't like," Katsuki whispers after dipping his tongue into Izuku's navel, "tell me and I'll stop."

"O-okay, I will."

Bakugou breathes a humid breath on one hip before pressing a kiss to the tip of Izu's cock. He keeps his eyes locked with emerald ones as he licks the sticky precum from his lips. Flattening his tongue to the base, he licks a wet stripe up to the head, listening to the man below him release a shaking moan.

"So thick, 'Zuku," Katsuki murmurs. He wraps his lips around the head of Izuku's cock, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it sharply.

"Aaah, K-Kach-aaah," he hisses.

One hand presses a hip to the mattress while the other one rubs teasingly at Izu's hole. "Lube?" Katsuki questions once he pulls off. It is in his palm in a matter of seconds. "Excited much?"

"Nervously excited," he supplies to the man between his legs.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I'm going to treat you just right," Katsuki declares, testing the nickname as he sinks a finger into his ass.

"Another," Izuku mewls to him. Kacchan raises a surprised eyebrow. "I just had three of them in there. I'm good."

With a nod, he eases three fingers into the delicious heat that is Izu's ass. The greenette pushes back impatiently on the digits in him which Bakugou takes as his cue to advance the assault of his fingers. Each thrust pulls various sighs and whimpers from the man above him. He twists and scissors and pets Izuku's walls to stretch him out.

"Kacchan, please," he whines impatiently.

"Please what?"

"I need you in me," he cries out in frustration. "I can finger myself anytime I want, you don't need to do it."

Katsuki pulls his fingers out and slicks himself up. Izu pulls his knees up, feeling self-conscious under his lover's intense gaze but the lust clouding his mind makes it easier to push the unease aside.

Laying himself over Izuku, Kacchan lines himself up and pushes in slowly, whispering, "I've got you, Bunny."

Izuku quakes under his lover as he is impaled on his cock. It stretches him in the best ways, lighting his nerves on fire then stoking them hotter when Katsuki bottoms out and pulls out again.

Wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck, Izu pulls him into a kiss that is soft and deep and full of unspoken emotions.

The thrusts are soft and slow, fingers tangle in green curls, nails dig into muscular shoulders, and kisses absorb every pleasured sound spilled between the two of them. Their bodies move in tangent, grinding together in a sensual dance. Each drive of Katsuki's hips pick up momentum and soon the only thing louder than their wanton moans is the sound of skin smacking skin.

"There! Oh Kacchan, right there!" Izuku begs as he feels him rub against that magical spot inside of him. Katsuki is unrelenting as he hits it again and again. "I'm going to cum," Izu practically wails as his body goes rigid.

"Cum for me, Bunny," Kacchan growls in his ear. Izuku's ass grips his dick like a vise as he gets off, his seed spilling sticky and hot between their bodies. One, two, three more pumps and Katsuki is pouring his own orgasm into his partner as he holds him close. "Kacchan, so good. So hot, Kacchan. Kacchan sugoi," he sobs into his shoulder, holding to him tightly.

Katsuki keeps Izu in his arms, rocking him as he comes down from his post-orgasmic high. Once his softened cock slips out, he kisses those soft green curls before rolling to the side. "Are you okay, Bunny?"

"I've never been better. I understand why both of you were so worried about having sex with me."

"Why is that?" Katsuki asks as he props himself up on one elbow to look at Izu.

"Because now I'm going to be insatiable," Izuku admits.

"That wasn't really the issue. I think we were worried about nothing after all," he says with his signature smirk. "Insatiable, you say?"

"Is that going to be a problem?" Izu asks, chewing on his lip anxiously.

"Not at all."

If they had sex again as they cleaned up in the shower, then that was their own business.

"Are you sure about this?" Kirishima asks on Sunday morning as he helps move the couch back to its original spot in Living Room Two.

"I'm sure. Todoroki is no longer a hinderance to me." Izuku puts his hands on his hips as he looks around the living room that is put back together again.

"No more depression couch," Eijirou concedes.

Izuku shakes his head and laughs. "This is now the sex couch." They share a look with each other as memories from the previous night flicker to life. Izuku on all fours in the middle of the nest, Katsuki plowing into him as he grabs handfuls of freckled ass. Eijirou's cock is nestled deep in Izu's throat as he sucks it, neglecting to tell the other two men about his lack of a gag reflex. Kirishima's face was priceless when Izuku took him to the hilt in one fell swoop.

The cherry on top was Izu looking up at him with wide, sweet eyes and his mouth full of cock. Even Katsuki stopped his advances to make sure he was okay. The middle man pulled off long enough to say, "tastes so good." He fingered Eijirou open and then tongue fucked him until the redhead was a blabbering mess, an accomplishment that Kacchan had yet to achieve.

Izuku claims he is great at oral because he is so determined to pleasure his partner. Katsuki says it is because he is a natural born slut.

Ei clears his throat, pulling them out of their reveries. "I like sex couch better."

Everyone arrives for game night and they talk about what they did over their breaks while Izuku goes out to meet Tokoyami and retrieve the pizza. "You'll have to come to game night sometime if you're ever off," he says as they part ways. A male approaches the house as Izuku is about to turn and go inside. "May I help you?"

"I'm here at Shouto's request."

"What's your name?"

"Yoarashi Inasa," he says in a boisterous voice.

Izuku over him for a long minute. "I don't hate you for what Todoroki did, you aren't at fault." Yoarashi looks uncomfortable at his comment. "I'm Midoriya Izuku, welcome to nerd night." They go in the house together and to the dining room. "Everyone meet Yoarashi Inasa," Izu announces. Looking pointedly at Todoroki, he says, "he is welcome at nerd night."

Picking up two plates of pizza from the kitchen, Izuku sits one beside Katsuki who says, "thank you, Bunny" before kissing him sweetly.

"You're welcome, Kacchan." He sits the other in front of Kirishima.

"Thanks, Izu," he says, pulling him down into a kiss that is happily reciprocated.

"Anytime, Ei." Izuku wears the biggest smile as he looks between his two partners. Its only when he takes up his seat between them and glances around that he notices everyone gaping at them except for Mina who looks like she has just won a trip to Disney World.

"What did you three do this week?" Ochako asks.

Katsuki snorts as he busies himself with a slice of pizza. Eijirou hides behind his hand of cards as he blushes. Izuku just shoots her a wink and a smirk.