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Tomura was less than happy when he returned to the apartment to find Izuku and Dabi conspiring to sneak onto the Todoroki estate. His ire was only somewhat mitigated when the greenette rushed to explain their reasoning, as well as the fact he got them a new recruit. Still, it triggered a rant about reckless behavior that could jeopardize their goals. He only stopped because Dabi shoved a cookie into his mouth.

The pale man nibbled on it sulkily, stealing Izuku's laptop from the coffee table. He spent several minutes reading the notes the other two had compiled about Endeavor, his family, and what Dabi could recall of the house layout. There shockingly wasn't much to keep people out. There was a large fence and locks on the doors, that was about it. The number two hero relied on reputation alone to keep villains and criminals away from his home. And there was no surveillance because the pro wouldn't want to catch evidence of his own activities. That lapse in judgment worked perfectly for their intentions.

For the time being, they had decided not to try killing the hero. That would require serious power and effort. Endeavor kept a rigorous schedule that had him out of the house for most of the day. Fuyumi, Dabi's sister, worked as an elementary school teacher and was reliably absent until 5pm. Natsuo, the oldest son (excluding Dabi), was attending college across the country. Someone needed to talk to him about posting everything publicly on social media.

The only wild card was Shoto, who was Izuku's age. Dabi didn't really know much about his youngest brother beyond the fact that their father completely isolated him from the siblings as soon as his quirk manifested at age four. Endeavor moved him to a separate wing of the house and home schooled him. The scarred man only interacted with the estranged sibling while trying to save him from the abusive bastard.

The study most likely to contain the school books was located in the private wing reserved for Endeavor and Shoto. If needs be they could incapacitate the teen. Izuku would prefer to avoid confrontations. After hearing how the supposed hero treated his family, the greenette had other ideas for the youngest Todoroki. No one went through that much abuse without some deep resentments forming, unless their will broke. Hopefully Shoto was like Dabi.

The plan was simple. Mid morning they would go to the house and Kurogiri would warp them in. It was best not to rely on anything too in-depth since it had been years since Dabi lived there. Who knows what could have changed. Plus, if they pulled it off undetected it would drive Endeavor mad trying to figure out why his old yearbooks were missing.

If Izuku's and Dabi's hunch was correct the books would contain All-Might's student information, including his civilian name. It was too big a possibility to pass up and they didn't know anyone else from that UA class to ask. Eventually Tomura was brought around to their way of thinking. Though mostly due to the pot cookie kicking in. The two conspirators still counted it as a win.

The sooner they got it over with, the better. Time was ticking away and soon it would be too late to put his own schemes in motion. With that in mind, Izuku texted Kurogiri that there would be a 'family outing' after breakfast tomorrow. Izuku and Tomura were supposed to be his adopted kids, so they tried to stick with the theme when communicating electronically.

When Tomura started grousing about being hungry the other two decided to call it a day. Dabi helped Izuku make a basic dinner of ramen, Tomura criticizing the slow service the entire time. They ate on the couch since the pale man refused to budge. It took Tomura twice as long to get the food down because he kept getting distracted staring at their reflections in the blank TV. Then he whined when the broth was cold.

It was at that point that Dabi, getting tired of the complaints, stood, hefted the other man over a shoulder, and marched into his room to throw him on the bed. The pale man didn't really protest, too lazy to put up a fight. When Izuku peeked in behind Dabi, Tomura was imitating a starfish face down on the mattress. The greenette couldn't help but admire the view.

When he looked up at Dabi, the man was staring at him with a smirk. A blush worked its way onto his cheeks at getting caught. Anxiety fluttered unpleasantly in his belly, worried at the man's reaction. After a brief pause Dabi just ruffled his hair, fingers lingering to give his scalp a light scritch.

"You know, if you want something you gotta speak up. We're not mind readers." The man's tone was deceptively conversational.

Izuku found his gaze drifting back to Tomura, who was now snoring lightly into the blankets, and then back to Dabi. Biting his lip, he shuffled his feet while struggling with indecision. Opening his mouth, it took a couple tries to murmur out a shy response. "I-I don't want to ruin things…" He hoped he read the situation correctly.

The man's expression eased into an almost gentle smile. "I dunno about him," he nodded towards Tomura. "But it wouldn't ruin anything for me." His lips quirked back into a smirk. "I also don't mind sharing."

Cheeks stained pink, Izuku peered at the man in confusion. "Y-you mean I'm not weird?" Realizing that was a loaded question even before Dabi could snark at him, he hesitantly explained. "Liking more than one person at a time, I mean…" He fidgeted with his hands.

A rude snort was his answer. "Nah. If everyone agrees to it, it's not cheating or being greedy or some shit. As long as everyone's happy, it's no one else's business." The scarred man wrapped an arm around Izuku's shoulders and drew him into a light hug. "Is this what's been bugging you?"

Relaxing into Dabi's side, the greenette nodded. He felt equal parts relief and apprehension at one of his crushes now knowing. But how would Tomura react? Did he feel the same? Even if he did, would he agree to sharing, too? A rap on the top of his head broke him out of his spiraling thoughts.

"As soon as the princess is awake and coherent, I'll talk to him. Stop freaking yourself out on 'what ifs'. It'll get you nowhere. If it's messing with your head so much to not ask something, then ask. I at least will never put you down for it and the worst I'll say is 'no'. I doubt the princess would either."

Emotions choked Izuku speechless. The scarred man peered down at him and chuckled when he saw him rubbing his eyes. "Enough of that. Come on, let's get a cookie in you too. Don't want to be too tired tomorrow."

The man steered him into his room and pressed him to sit on the mattress. He disappeared briefly to grab the promised drug from his coat in the living room. While he was gone Izuku struggled to compose himself while stripping to his boxers for sleep.

Weeks of repressing and worrying were done away with by five minutes of conversation. It was both relieving and nerve-wracking since it now meant that if Tomura agreed he'd have to figure out what his emotions meant in practice, not just theory. What did someone do with one boyfriend, much less two? Would they even want labels? Would it just be casual for them? What about sex?

The worries bounced around his head as he settled under the blankets. When the scarred man returned, he paused in the doorway to frown at Izuku. The greenette's expression must have given something of his racing thoughts away. Heaving a sigh, Dabi strode in to hand over a small fragment of cookie. "Would it make you feel better if I stayed?"

The offer made Izuku pause mid bite. Giving it some serious thought, he nodded. His curiosity about sex would make it awkward, but he also really didn't want to be alone while so troubled.

The man clicked the light off, throwing the room into darkness aside from a street light outside filtering through the blinds. Izuku watched and listened to the dark outline as the man stripped out of his jeans and shirt. A moment later the mattress next to him dipped and warm arms wrapped around to pull him snug against a firm chest. Dabi ran hotter than Tomura, soothingly so.

Izuku dozed off to hot fingers brushing gentle patterns on his hip.