Keigo flushed as he heard the tail end of Dabi's threat to Bakugo.

I swear to god, Katsuki, if that kid is still crying by the time I clock out tonight...Hot Topic will need a new manager."

It's so hot when he goes into papa-bear mode, he thought shamefully, brushing a piece of hair out of his face subconsciously. Keigo played that moment over and over in his head even as he completed transactions with customers.

"Are you feeling alright?" Dabi asked, jarring him from his thoughts. He stood next to him closing out the second register.

Keigo bit his lip and looked Dabi up and down. "Mhm," he answered quietly. He bit back a flirty smile as he stared at the contour of Dabi's bicep.

"Your face is all red," Dabi noted.

"I dunno…" Keigo mumbled. "Maybe I've got a vitamin D deficiency or something…" He wiggled an eyebrow.

Dabi's lips parted slightly as understanding registered on his face. "Shinsou."

The purple-haired underling rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah yeah. Just make it quick, okay? And try to keep it down. A guard yelled at me for playing the music too loud last time."

Dabi made an "okay" gesture with his fingers. Then worldlessly grabbed Keigo by the waist of his jeans and pulled him towards the back room.

~.~

Keigo ended up sitting on a card table with his legs wrapped around his lover's waist, his hands going in and out of Dabi's hair as they kissed. Dabi had one hand up the front of Keigo's shirt and the other on his back, pressing them closer.

I love you so much, Keigo thought, sighing into their kisses. You make me so fucking hot.

For Keigo, it didn't take much to get him revved up. He could go zero to sixty in three-point-five. But Dabi liked to take his time. His kisses were slow and hard, forcing Keigo to process every sensation. His lover ran his palms over Keigo's skin like a deep-tissue massage, making every touch that much more intense. After several minutes of this sensual treatment, Dabi always had Keigo panting like he'd run a marathon race.

When Dabi pulled his mouth away to swirl his tongue over Keigo's collarbone, he gritted his teeth and whined. "Dabs," he begged.

He'd used that anguished tone enough times over the past six years for Dabi to know what it meant.

Keigo was at his limit.

Dabi's hands moved behind him and grabbed his ass. Hard.

Keigo groaned, thrusting forward against Dabi's waist. Dear God please please please let this masterpiece of a man rail me seven ways to Sunday. Amen.

Dabi chuckled against Keigo's neck as if he'd heard his thoughts. "Always so eager," he whispered. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me," Keigo begged.

"How?" Dabi planted another kiss on his mouth and licked Keigo's bottom lip. "With this?" he asked. Then he thrust forward against Keigo's waist. "With this?" Last he pulled away and curled his fingers in a "come hither" motion. "Or this?"

"Number two please," Keigo said breathlessly.

"I think I should warm you up first," Dabi whispered. "It's been a while." He moved his hands to Keigo's ass and slipped his hands into the back pockets.

"I'm warm, I swear," Keigo promised. "Toasty warm."

As Dabi flexed his fingers he suddenly stiffened, freezing his movements.

Keigo pulled away to look at his face. What happened?

Dabi withdrew his hand and inspected it curiously. Keigo's eyes widened when he realized what his lover was holding.

A folded napkin. Under the fluorescent light, he could clearly make out a phone number written in blue ink.

Dabi's gaze darkened. To an ordinary person, the change would've gone completely unnoticed. But Keigo spent six years staring at that face.

"Oh shit," Keigo declared.

It was all he got out before Dabi flipped Keigo onto his stomach in one fluid motion and making quick work of Keigo's jeans.

"Oh shit," Keigo repeated again, suddenly nervous. "Dabs?"

"Don't move," Dabi ordered.

Keigo listened, apprehensive, and heard the crinkling of saran wrap and the crisp ripping of cardboard.

Then two lubed fingers were thrust inside him hard and fast. He moaned as without even trying, Dabi found and jabbed his prostate. "Oh god," he whined, squirming.

"I said don't move," Dabi snapped, continuing to thrust his fingers.

"Is that the new stuff?" Keigo gasped. "We aren't - AAAH! Supposed to - AAH FUCK - You didn't pay for that - "

" - I think a company like Spencers can afford to lose one lube sample," Dabi argued.

He barely gave Kegio any time to catch his breath. This isn't like him at all, he thought. What's going on? His mind started to blank as his release already rushed at him with frightening speed. "Dabs, I'm gonna - "

" -Don't you want to?"

"No," Keigo rasped. "N-not so - AAHH - soon!"

"Who's number is on the napkin?" Dabi asked darkly.

Oh shit, he's mad. "The guy - AAAH - f-from the - oh - god - "

" - Maybe you should call him and have him finish you off," Dabi stated bitterly.

"No! I don't want - "

" - You sure? Why don't we call him?"

"No!" Keigo protested.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to!"

"Then why do you have his number?"

"He gave it to me. AAH!" Keigo cried out when Dabi thrust even harder than before. Oh god, it feels so good.

"I am not in the fucking mood for your bullshit, Keigo. Why did you keep it?"

"I forgot I had it," he admitted, trying to think through his pleasure. "I was drunk and - aah! Dabs, p-please - "

" - Call him and say you never want to see him again."

"Are you out of your m - AAH!"

"Now." Dabi slammed down his phone on the table in front of Keigo. He'd already dialed the number and it was already ringing.

How the fuck - Within three rings, someone answered it.

"Uh...hello?"

Dabi thrust his fingers again. Keigo bit his lip so he wouldn't cry out. Fuck. He's really really mad. He's never acted like this before. "Hey, it's Keigo," he managed to get out before Dabi thrust his fingers again.

"Oh hey, man. I'm sorry about the other night. I thought - "

" - No, it's fine, it's my f - mmmm -fault," he admitted. "I called to tell - MMM - you that I c-can't - ugh! I'm not gonna call you again."

"I figured. Your boyfriend did a number on me."

Keigo's mounting orgasm instantly died. Oh fuck. His stomach was suddenly a mess of knots. Tears stung his eyes.

"That was your boyfriend, right?"

Dabi must've sensed the change because he stopped, withdrawing his fingers.

There was that word again. Like a knife in his heart.

"Keigo? Are you okay?"

Dabi grabbed the phone back and ended the call.

A heavy silence hung over them.

"Keigo."

Wordlessly he slid off the table and pulled up his boxers and jeans.

"Look at me," Dabi murmured softly, tilting Keigo's chin up.

Tears already started to stream down his face. Dabi's eyes widened at the sight of them.

"Just leave me alone," Keigo begged, pulling away from his touch.

"Let me make you cum," Dabi said. "It always relaxes you."

"It's fine." Keigo wiped his face with the corner of his shirt sleeve. "I'm not in the mood anymore." He took a deep breath before stepping back out into the store.

Shinsou, who'd been manning the last opener register, did a double-take when he saw his shift lead. "That was actually...much quicker than I thought it would be."

Keigo didn't answer. Thankfully, a customer walking into the store distracted him from his internal breakdown. A girl with dyed white hair and red speckles in it. She wore thick-rimmed glasses and a cute form-fitting t-shirt.

Keigo instantly recognized her. "Fuyumi!" He called, his mood suddenly changing for the better. He walked forward and shook her hand with a smile. "It's so good to finally see you in person!"

She smiled back but it didn't meet her eyes. "Oh! Uh...hi there...you," she greeted vaguely. "Hi, Shinsou!"

"Hey," he answered in monotone.

"Have you see Toya?" she asked.

Keigo raised an eyebrow. "T...Toya?"

"What are you doing here?" Dabi asked as he approached.

Fuyumi sighed. "Did you forget again? Dad's home from work. We're having a family dinner tonight."

Keigo grinned. "What's on the menu? I've always wanted to try your famous tofu stir fry."

Fuyumi blinked, confused. "Oh. That's so sweet. Okay. I'll make sure to bring him extra next time...um…"

"Keigo," he clarified, staring at her as if his name was obvious.

"Keigo," she repeated. "Yes. It's so nice to meet one of my brother's coworkers!"

His mood took another nosedive. He slowly turned his head towards Dabi. "Coworker?"

Dabi cleared his throat, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I told you I had plans tonight."

"I'm sorry," Fuyumi apologized. "I assumed you worked here because of the name tag."

"I do," Keigo answered.

"Oh! So you are one of his - "

" - Well, yeah," Keigo answered pointedly. "Also his roommate. Of six years. Along with - "

Fuyumi gasped. "Toya! You didn't tell me you had a roommate! It's so wonderful to meet you!" She repeated, shaking his hand more warmly than the first time.

Keigo gawked at Dabi. "You're Toya?!"

Dabi winced. "Fuyumi, I'm not coming this week."

She sighed. "You can't avoid him forever. Even Shoto's been coming home for dinner."

Keigo pulled away from Fuyumi's grasp as the drained from his face. The realization hit him like a maglev. He's never told his family about me.

Suddenly he couldn't bear to be there a second longer. He marched into the back room and slid his I.D. card, clocking out. Then left out the back door, walking briskly towards his car on the other end of the lot.

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps behind him. "Keigo."

"I'm done," Keigo shouted over his shoulder. "I can't do this anymore - "

" - Tell me what's wrong - "

"YOUR FAMILY DOESN'T KNOW WHO I AM!" He cried, whirling around. "You've been railing me for six fucking years and they didn't even know I exist!"

Dabi approached him slowly, like he would with a wounded animal. "Keigo - "

" - And why the hell did she call you Toya?!"

Dabi flushed. "That's my legal name."

Keigo paced back and forth, his fingers curled into claws at his sides. "I didn't expect her to know we fuck but I thought you at least mentioned me as a friend or something. Once. To someone."

Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't talk about my personal life with my family."

Keigo growled. "Fuyumi knew who broom boy was, but she didn't know me!"

"His name is Shinsou."

He stared at him with immeasurable rage. "We're over," Keigo announced in a pained voice. "Whatever the fuck you call this," he gestured to the space between them, "Is over."

Dabi froze. "Baby - "

"NO!" Keigo screamed at the top of his lungs. "I SAID WE'RE DONE!"

"A sad look appeared in Dabi's eyes. "I'm not close with my family," he pressed. "My sister is an exception. But I...I don't talk about my relationships to them."

He trembled as his hurt evolved into anger. "You lost your shit over a kiss," he pointed out. "You almost broke your damn hand, like you were defending my honor or something. Then you freak out over a napkin to the point of calling the guy. But you're not dating me. So which is it? Do I belong to you or am I just a stupidly close friend who gets you off every once in a while?"

Dabi stood silent, looking at a loss for words.

Finally, Keigo posed the question he'd been holding back since they'd had their first kiss. "Do you love me?"

Dabi opened his mouth to respond but then closed it again. "I...I don't know."

Keigo stared at him in disbelief. "It's been six years...and you don't know."

Dabi took a step forward. "I don't know. I just know I like the ways things are."

"Well I don't," Keigo confessed. "I want more. I want you. All the time, no questions asked. I want to touch you in public without feeling like I'm committing a crime. I want your family to know me. I want to be an actual part of your life."

"You are my life," Dabi answered brokenly.

Keigo gasped, not expecting that response. How can you say such sweet things like that but… "I'm sorry," he said through tears. "I can't pretend I'm happy anymore." He turned around and got into his car, streaming the tears the entire way home.