Work is nothing new to Izuku, not by a long shot. So, the lack of work he is experiencing is rather off putting. He had taken all of the difficult classes earlier on in his college career and had jammed his schedules full. All that is truly left for him to complete is his Capstone class.

That is how he finds himself outside of Professor Aizawa's office at 11am on a Monday morning. He is the head of the art department and has requested a meeting with Izuku.

The past few months have been nice to Izu. His two casual boyfriends treat him very well, his work at One for All picked back up after the start of the new year, and his final spring break had been spent laying on a beach as his group of friends splashed around in the cool water. In about three months' time, Izuku will be graduating with a bachelor's in fine arts degree. That has to be what this meeting is about.

When he knocks on the door, a bored 'come in' is thrown his way.

"Good morning, Mr. Aizawa," Izuku greets him as he shuts the door.

"Good morning, Midoriya. Please sit down so we can get straight to business," the sleepy teacher replies, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. Izuku quickly occupies it, folding his hand in his lap. "I know that you graduate soon and as one of my most promising students, I have taken and interest in where you plan to go or what you plan to do once you have your degree."

"I, uh, have a lot of options," he says nervously. He explains about going the traditional artist route and how he has been saving up plenty of money just in case he chooses that and falls on rough times. He talks about being a DJ and how he already works as a tattoo artist. Toshinori's offer is brought up and Mr. Aizawa seems especially interested in it. Izuku finishes by saying that no matter what he chooses, he is set up for success.

"You do have a number of options and combinations you can select. Out of curiosity, do you plan on taking your mentor's offer?" Aizawa leans his head on his hand as he awaits an answer.

"I'm not entirely sure, if I'm being honest."

"What are your hesitations?"

Izuku looks at his hands as he fidgets with his fingers. "I worry that it will stop me from pursuing my paintings. Like it will take up too much of my time."

"From the sound of it though, he doesn't intend on giving you his legacy right away." Mr. Aizawa gazes at him steadily. "The trend hasn't picked up here yet, but there are tattoo shops in the bigger cities that double as art galleries to get artists out there to a crowd that appreciates artwork. If you do end up accepting the offer, that is always a possibility for you."

Izuku feels a spark of excitement in his chest. "I never even thought about it like that. I bet it is a really neat thing to see."

The professor nods before continuing, "in the meantime, what have you been doing to advertise your art?"

The question makes him feel uneasy. Deep down he knows he hasn't been doing enough. All he has done is focus on his jobs and graduating. He confesses these things to the man across from him.

"I see," Mr. Aizawa nods. "Starting today, I want you to create social media pages for your work, give yourself a name, and upload a portfolio. Make some business cards, but not just for your art. I would do it for your tattoo artist gig as well. Maybe consider doing it for your DJ hobby too. Money is money regardless of where it comes from. Spread the cards like wildfire. Give them to friends, family, and businesses that display them. Do you think you can manage that?"

Izuku nods. "That won't even cause me to break a sweat."

Aizawa eyes him over for a moment. "The next thing will. I've chosen you as one of the students for the AMU Summer Art Exhibition."

"How is that supposed to make me sweat? I'm very confident in my artwork, Professor Aizawa." Izu cocks his head to the side questioningly.

"That may be true, however, you can't do any nature pieces for this exhibition. I need you to paint me five pictures that do no involve nature as the subject. Can you do that?"

He isn't one to back down from a challenge and so he agrees to the terms.

The following Sunday finds Izuku laying face down on the floor of the basement living room. All week he has tried to come up with something for the exhibition and yet he has nothing.

"Hey Bunny, do you wanna play?" Kacchan asks as he sidles down the stairs with Ei close behind.

"I'm having an art crisis," he answers even though its muffled by the carpet.

"All the more reason," Kirishima says, crouching down beside him to tickle his side.

When Izuku rolls to his back, Katsuki scoops him up and carries him into the basement bedroom.

"Hnng, yes 'Zuku," Kirishima pants out as Izuku sinks even deeper into his ass. They dive into a kiss full of needy passion.

"Share," Katsuki growls as he pulls Izuku's hair, causing the greenette to sit up, backing arching as he does.

"Kacchan," he whines, rocking back onto Katsuki's dick in his ass, "there is plenty of me to share." He thrusts back into Eijirou and then back onto Katsuki, over and over steadily as the blonde devours him in a needy kiss. Izuku keens when Kirishima tweaks his nipples, his body shuddering violently at all of the pleasures he is receiving. "Fuck me Kacchan," he pleads.

Always one to please his lovers, Katsuki pushes him down and rails into him, holding the smaller man's shoulder for leverage.

"Mmm so good," Eijirou whimpers as Izuku is pushed into again and again. "Touch me."

Izuku grips his cock firmly, jerking him to Katsuki's rhythm. The room is full out the sounds of sex and smells like it too. All three of them are soaked in sweat as they perform their well-practiced dance.

This is how Todoroki finds them when he opens the door with his key and Yoarashi at his shoulder; Izuku is balls deep in Kirishima while Kacchan is balls deep in Izuku.

"You have to be kidding me," Shouto yells in shock.

"Either shut the door and walk away or stay and learn something," Katsuki grunts out, not slowing down even though the other two men have frozen up.

"Disgusting," Todoroki mutters, "I want a new roommate, maybe a new house."

"Bye bitch!" Kirishima calls out as the door is closed.

Eijirou and Izuku laugh until Katsuki rubs Izuku's prostate which causes him to moan. "Kacchan sugoi."

"What's bothering you?" Katsuki asks as he brushes a green curl behind Izu's ear.

Once they were all spent but cleaned up, Ei stretched out on one half of the bed and fell asleep so Izuku opted to lay on top of Kacchan, his head on the blonde's firm yet soft chest.

"It's the art for this upcoming exhibition. I'm not allowed to paint nature. I don't know what to do," he admits quietly.

"Paint what makes you happy or what makes you who you are, 'Zuku. You are so much more than you give yourself credit for, ya know?" Katsuki murmurs, gliding his fingers up and down his spine.

Izu watches Kirishima sleep, features relaxed and flawless as those rough calloused fingers brush across his soft skin. This makes him happy.

"Kacchan, you're a genius," he says excitedly, propping himself up to look at the blonde.

"Tch, no shit," he replies. "Just to clarify though, what caused you to realize this fact?"

"Give it up for Deku!" EJ announces. There are cheers and glowsticks everywhere as Deku gazes out over the club goers.

"Toshi?" Izuku pauses his work. "Are you crying?"

Toshinori sniffles, "hush and get back to work, you wonderful man."

"Ei, just take a nap," Izuku huffs at him.

"I can't, I'm not tired," the redhead whines from under the blankets.

"That is something I can fix," he replies as he stands up and unbuttons his pants.

"Still my guitar gently weeps," Izuku sings softly. He looks at himself in the mirror, his eyes drifting to the name imprinted on the acoustic guitar sitting on his lap. His guitar, his father's guitar.

"I forgot how good vanilla ice cream tastes," Izuku sobs quietly into Katsuki's side. The blue paint is slowly chipping away on the old bench, but it still stands sturdy.

"I may not have any dad wisdom for you, but I do know your old man is proud of who you have become," Katsuki says, patting Izuku's hair.

"You really think so?" He looks up to see a soft smile on the blonde's face and the daisy is still tucked behind his ear. A nod. "Me too."

"Midoriya Izuku," the college dean announces. Izuku walks forward carefully to accept his degree. "Graduating with Honors."

His friends and family cheer loudly and he makes his way back to his seat.

"Words from the grad! Words from the grad!" Everyone in the Midoriya party chants around the table.

Inko had reserved a room, well in advance, for the group to have dinner together.

"Alright, fine. I have a few announcements to make anyways," Izuku says, standing from his seat. Everyone quiets down to give him attention. "First and foremost, it is thanks to your love and support that I've made it this far, so thank you." There is light clapping. "Second, I want to invite all of you to the AMU Summer Art Exhibition. Thanks to my two main men," he pauses to wink at Katsuki and Eijirou, "I have five very nice paintings on display there and it opens to the public next weekend."

A tug on his shirt pulls his gaze away from the table and to his mother. "Did you say you have two boyfriends?" Inko whispers quickly.

"It's only casual," he responds.

She shrugs, "you're an adult."

Turning his attention back to the table, he continues, "and last but definitely not least, Toshinori." He has his mentor stand beside him. "You made me an offer a while ago. One that I promised to think about. The offer for you to leave me your shops, your very legacy, when you retire. I will happily accept your offer."

There are no words spoken between the two men as they hug each other tightly, there is no need for them.