DISCLAIMER: This chapter was co-written by Sylvi and me :D Enjoy!

Bakugo tapped his foot impatiently while he scrolled through the feed on his phone. Izuku still hadn't posted anything on social media, and he never sent a text either.

"Relax, he's probably fine," Keigo mumbled tiredly.

"Trouble on the homefront?" Dabi asked from the kitchen as he wiped down the counters. "Kid, what are you doing out of bed?"

Kaminari shuffled down the hall into the living room, then scuffled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "Thirsty."

"I'm sure Jiro's on her way," Keigo said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Dabi rolled his eyes and poured a glass of water for Kaminari. "Here. Go back to bed."

"I'm thirsty too," Shoto said, glaring at Dabi from the living room.

He glared back. "You have a glass in your hand."

Keigo giggled, clearly tipsy from his three rum and cokes and several coronas. "Speaking of thirsty, I never got to ask. How's the sex?"

Bakugo turned bright red and looked away. "What sex?"

"The sex you're having with Cinnaboy. Unless…"

Dabi, Shoto, Kaminari and Keigo all turned to look at Bakugo, completely invested in the conversation.

"Oh, I see," Dabi mumbled. "The ass in question has yet to be tapped."

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Keigo asked.

"No, he's had sex before," Kaminari stated tiredly. Letting out a yawn.

Bakugo froze as heat rose to his face.

"How would you know that?" Shoto asked.

"He mentioned it or something...once...something like "the gayest thing he's ever done," and that he's had sex with a guy."

Keigo sat up with a dropped jaw. "Um...not that I'm aware of."

"First I've heard of it," Dabi concurred.

"Why do you even give a crap?!" Bakugo snapped, blushing bright red.

"Because we don't know who it is," Keigo answered.

"When did it happen?" Shoto asked.

Dabi dried off his hands with a towel. "Who was it?"

"Like I'd ever tell you!"

Keigo laughed. "Oh my god, it's someone we know."

Shoto stared at him. "What makes you say that?"

"He wouldn't be so tight-lipped about it if the guy was a stranger," Dabi said.

Bakugo typed fervently on his phone to set up an uber to come get him. "You guys are so stupid. I'm going home."

~.~

At the Cheesecake Factory the girls clinked their glasses together. There was no better way to end off the evening than to get drunk and eat cheesecake.

"I haven't had fun like this in so long," Momo said, laughing a bit as the waiters brought out everyone's slices of cheesecake.

"Sato is the chef tonight, right?" Yumi asked as her plate was set down.

"Yes he is. He is the head chef tonight and even prepared all the cheesecakes for the evening," the waiter told her, dispersing the rest of the plates.

"Perfect. We'll be ordering a few whole cheesecakes later."

Izuku forked his piece of cheesecake. "Who's Sato?"

Tsuyu chuckled. "The best chef in town. He's one of Jiro's friends."

"His food is so good!" Hagakure chimed in, happily eating her slice.

"Don't downplay it like that," Mina said, sipping her blood orange margarita. "His food, especially his desserts, are top tier. So good that it's almost orgasmic."

Half of the table laughed while the other half were in shock over what she said.

"You might want to slow down on those," Yumi said, gesturing towards the margarita. It wasn't uncommon for Mina to go overboard on alcohol on girls' night.

Izuku looked down at his plate. Orgasmic? He highly doubted that. Cutting off a piece of cheesecake, he ate the bite slowly.

His eyes grew wide, and tingles ran down his body. He felt a sensation in his mouth that he could only compare to the feeling of Bakugo's cock in his mouth. It was orgasmic.

Yumi, who had her phone ready, took a picture. She sent it to Bakugo.

"Might wanna learn to bake better than Sato ;D."

She put her phone on silent, ignoring any texts he'd send. "Was it good?"

Izuku nodded, stuffing his face with more cheesecake.

Ururaka sighed, hardly touching her cheesecake.

"What's wrong, Ochako?" Hagakure asked, concerned about her friend.

Ururaka just stared at her slice. "It's just….I wish I had a guy waiting for me…."

The table got quiet. Since Bakugo and Izuku were now a thing, it meant she no longer had a shot at the green-haired boy.

"Don't worry, Ochako. There are other guys out there," Jiro said, patting her friend's shoulder.

Yumi cleared her throat. "Possibly closer than you think," she said, pulling a notebook out of her purse. She opened it and pulled out a photo. "Take a look at him." She slid the photo to Ururaka.

The photo was of a tall guy. Dark hair, deep blue eyes, and glasses. He was wearing an apple store shirt, but his muscular arms were visible in the photo. Ochako stared at the photo as the girls crowded around, trying to see it.

"His name is Tenya Iida. He works at the Apple store in the mall. He's 21. Does track and field at the nearby university-"

"How the hell do you know that?!" Kendo asked, eyebrows raised.

Yumi just smiled and shrugged a little.

"He is a cutie. I bet he's good in bed," Mina said, her words slurred now. "I would let him break my back any day."

Yumi, who'd been taking a sip of her drink, choked. Everyone else at the table just stared at Mina in shock.

Mina sighed. "Don't get me wrong. Eijiro knows how to break my bed, but it's not quite the same."

Jiro cleared her throat, looking at Uraraka. "I think what she's trying to say, Ochako, is you should totally try."

"Do you think I have a shot?

Yumi coughed, finally catching her breath. "Yea….yea...you definitely have a shot. Just don't tell us if he breaks your bed...or your back. Jesus, I could have gone my whole life without knowing that."

Mina snickered.

"Definitely more of a shot than you did with Midoriya," Tsu piped up, serving herself another slice.

Izuku blushed. He said nothing as he ate his cheesecake.

"Did I mention he's rich as well?" Yumi smirked. She thought Ururaka and Iida would pair fairly well.

Ururaka looked at her. "How rich?"

"Rich rich."

"Handsome, rich, and smart. He's the total package with a package. If you catch my drift," Mina said, with a wink.

Jiro reached over and took the margarita glass from her. "I think you've had enough of that," she said as Mina tried taking it back.

"Oh come on! There's nothing wrong with me saying that!"

"And what would Kirishima have to say about that?" Momo asked. The two were polar opposites. She was prim and proper while Mina was pure kinetic energy.

"I don't think he would mind. I'm sure he'd probably want to join in. We've done it before."

The table went quiet again. This was news no one expected.

Jiro coughed. "Mina...are you trying to tell us that….you and Kiri-"

"Yep. And it was with Bakugo too. At Eijirou's 21st party," she said with pride.

Yumi rolled her eyes and shoved a piece of cheesecake in Mina's mouth. "Now I know you're lying! Hell would freeze before Bakugo got involved in a threesome. Let alone with a female."

Knowing how Bakugo could be, the women all agreed that this had to be one of Mina's drunken tall tales, and didn't listen any further. Izuku swallowed his piece of cheesecake. While he knew better than to listen to the words of a drunk woman, he thought it was something worth asking Bakugo about. Maybe he was into that kind of thing?

~.~.

Another hour went by before Dabi finally cleaned up the last remnants of their get-together. He did everything short of vacuuming since Kaminari finally passed out and Keigo was curled up sleeping on the couch.

Dabi thought Shoto was watching television. But as he began drying dishes, Shoto walked up behind him to help.

"I'll dry," he declared.

"It's okay, you don't have to - "

" - I'll dry and you put away. I don't know where stuff goes."

Dabi sighed, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Okay." He'd hoped for a comfortable silence as they worked, but it didn't appear to be in the cards.

"You didn't just wash our dishes," Shoto remarked. "You did the ones in the sink, too."

He shrugged. "The kid only has four bowls to his name. They needed to be done or he wouldn't get to have cereal tomorrow morning."

"He could've washed them himself."

"He would've just skipped breakfast to save time. He's skinny enough as it is."

Shoto stopped drying, staring at his brother. "Why do you dote on him so closely?"

Dabi shrugged. "I look out for him, that's all."

"But why? You never looked out for us that way."

Dabi stared down at a drinking glass pensively as he dried the inside, picking up where Shoto left off. "I guess you don't remember," he mumbled quietly. "That makes sense, you were too little."

Shoto's eyes widened in a rare display of shock. "What are you talking about?"

Dabi shook his head. "Don't worry about it."

"Tell me."

"I don't wanna accidentally make you remember something that you don't want - "

" - It's fine. I can handle it."

Dabi swallowed nervously, searching his mind for a lexicon of words that wouldn't delve too deeply into the subject. "Father put me through something he called...training," he said tersely, his eyes going cold. "He wanted to do the same thing to you. The difference is, I was twelve when he started with me. But when he tried with you, you were only five. That's how you got the scar you have."

Shoto touched his face out of reflex, stunned speechless.

"I'm glad you don't remember," he mumbled, more to himself than Shoto. "No kid should have to carry that shit."

"What kind of training?"

Dabi held back the urge to throw up. "The point of it was to toughen me up. If I was going to take control of the business one day, I needed to be 'a pillar of strength for the family'," he air-quoted. "Which meant showing weakness wasn't an option. I can't count how many times I thought about...ending it all, just to make it stop. But I couldn't."

Shoto was fully facing Dabi now, completely invested in his story. "Why not?"

Dabi's jaw tightened. "If I'd offed myself he would've just passed on the torch. To Natsuo. To Fuyumi. He tried with you but I promised him if he ever laid a finger on you again I'd kill him."

Shoto gasped. "Toya…"

Dabi laughed darkly. "So I stayed. But the more 'training' I did, the worse my depression got. If I'd never run away I'd probably be six feet under by now. Or in some jar in the living room."

Shoto's jaw dropped. "I didn't know that."

Dabi blushed. "He also wasn't too jazzed that I like men," he said bitterly. "How was I supposed to produce an heir if I never married a woman? So he tried to "train" that out of me too. But that was something that no matter how many times he hurt me, neither of us could change. So I left."

"How did he try to - "

" - I'm not gonna get into that," Dabi immediately brushed off, ruffling Shoto's hair so it fell in his eyes. "It's not important. Okay?"

"Why won't you just tell me?" Shoto asked, swatting his hand away.

Dabi took hold of Shoto's arms. "Because I don't want you to look at me and see this great martyr. "I'm not. I never should've left you guys to fend for yourselves. It's one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made. The only thing that helps me sleep at night is knowing that you took after Natsuo. You're strong. You won't take anyone's shit. That's why I don't worry about you as much. I don't have to."

Shoto flushed, taken aback by the brotherly pride in his tone.

"But Denki is different," he saw in a lower voice. "He's like me. He's not strong enough to fight the darkness on his own. When I tried, it almost drowned me. I've seen it almost drown him. We both have the same sickness, and I don't want to see it destroy him. If doing a couple dishes or sweeping the floor or grabbing sushi every once in a while keeps it away, then I'll do it."

Shoto couldn't look away from the sincerity in his brother's eyes. He'd never realized it before. They didn't hang out much growing up, and when he did come home to visit he barely said a word. But now he knew. Toya was one of the kindest, most compassionate people he'd ever known. He just hid it behind a cold stare and heavy silence.

"Do you still struggle? With...the darkness?" Shoto asked.

Dabi smiled warmly as he glanced at Keigo, fast asleep on the couch. "He keeps it away."

Shoto flushed. "Is that why dad never gave you the company? Because..your partner is a man?"

Dabi laughed. "No. He doesn't even know about Keigo."

Shoto furrowed his brow in thought. "But then...why - "

" - I turned it down," Dabi admitted.

Shoto gasped. "But...why?"

Dabi shrugged. "Someone's gotta be the family fuck-up," he assured with a wicked grin. "If I'd lived up to father's expectations then it would've justified the way he treated me. He would've been able to say, 'see? I was right. All that whining for nothing. Look how successful you are now.' It would've given him the license to do it to you. But now every time he sees me he has to face the fact he was wrong. That he ruined me. That all of those years he spent training me was a waste of his time."

Shoto gasped. "You...you chose this?"

"Yeah. And because I did...my siblings can too. There's no perfect-big-brother you have to live up to. No shadow you have to live under. You're not Toya's youngest brother, you're Shoto. And Shoto can be whatever he wants."

Shoto flinched as his phone buzzed, distracting him. "Yaoyarozu's here," he said without even looking down at his phone. "I'm sorry, I have to - "

" - Don't make her wait," he said, patting him on the back.

Before Shoto left, he said quietly. "I'm sorry I don't remember, brother."

Dabi grinned. "Don't be. I'm not."

~.~

The following morning Yumi walked into Spencers, excited to see what dirt Keigo had to share.

"Look who's actually working," she said, seeing Keigo behind the counter at the register.

He seemed to be the only one in. Dabi and Shinso weren't out front.

Keigo smirked. "About time you arrived. Must have been a good night if you got home so late. What did you all do?"

"Oh you know, a bit of this. A bit of that."

Keigo leaned against the counter. "So…."

"Well, I'm attempting to set Ururaka up with Tenya Iida," she said, taking out her phone.

"Tenya Iida?" The name sounded familiar.

Yumi showed him a photo on her phone.

"Oh, the cutie at the Apple Store."

At that moment Dabi walked in, holding two cups. "Who the hell you calling a cutie?"

Yumi giggled. "The guy I'm setting Uraraka up with."

Dabi gave her a side look as he handed Keigo a cup. "You're playing matchmaker now?"

She shrugged. "Would you rather she try getting between Bakugo and Izuku?"

"Matchmaker it is!" Dabi walked away. He knew their routine by now, and didn't really care.

"Now spill. I know you know something," Yumi said, leaning against the counter.

Thinking about last night, Keigo chuckled. "Bakugo asked for advice on how to get Izuku to cuddle with him."

"Awe. How cute!"

"Also, apparently they haven't done the act yet, if you catch my drift," Keigo said, saying it low enough for her to hear.

Yumi gasped and smirked. "This is interesting news."

"But don't tell anyone," he warned her, knowing she probably wouldn't listen.

Yumi zipped her lip and walked out of the store. Keigo watched her look over at Hot Topic.

"Bakugo you virgin, get stepped on already," she said loud enough for everyone in the store to say.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?!"

Yumi booked it as Keigo doubled over laughing.