Author's Note:

Shoto goes back and forth between calling Izuku by his first and last name because Shoto's a dork.

There's a certain bounce in Izuku's steps as he walks to school the next day. It's truly beyond his control.

Never has he felt so… well… good, before.

And he knows it's all thanks to Shoto.

He scratches his cheek as he walks and blushes.

Shoto-san...

Just thinking of Shoto's name has Izuku feeling… well, happy.

Izuku squees.

I have a boyfriend! He thinks to himself happily as he starts to skip gleefully. A boyfriend!

He pays no mind to the odd glances from strangers as he skips. They really don't matter.

Izuku's happy, and that's all that does.

He's truly cursed. And blessed, all at once.

Thank you, God. You're truly one of a kind.

He doesn't know what the future holds, but as long as Shoto's by Izuku's side, he's positive he has nothing to fear.

He sighs dreamily.

I love you, Shoto-san. He thinks to himself blissfully.

The sun has never shone brighter.

Kacchan ignores Izuku the entire day at school today.

Izuku barely registers it.

Izuku receives a message from Shoto right as school ends, as the bell rings, that day.

You free tonight, Midoriya? My friend is organizing a birthday party and he said I could bring a friend along.

Izuku bites the inside of his cheeks in ecstasy.

He's truly blessed.

Katsuki stares at his fingernails as he watches Deku leave the classroom.

Katsuki knows what he'll have to do eventually. And he's dreading every second of it.

But it's only a matter of time.

The excitement and pure anticipation Izuku feels for this upcoming party today is large.

It's shameful to admit it, but. He's never actually been to a birthday party before.

He's been friendless for years now, if not nearly his entire life. Can you really blame him?

Well, maybe you can. But that's not the point.

The point is, he's finally going to one. And on a Friday, no less.

Nothing can make him happier.

Except the thought of going there with Shoto, of course.

Izuku giggles. He knows he's obsessed with Shoto by this point, but so what? It feels good. It feels pure.

It feels right.

And he won't let those feelings go away. Not anytime soon.

Shoto is his sun, and Izuku is his flower.

Put the two together, and you get a sunflower.

He giggles again. He giggles, because his thoughts are so absurd and silly by this point that if he were to share them with anyone else, he'd likely be put in a mental institute.

But he's in love, and he doesn't care.

Shoto-san… I love you! He thinks to himself as he raises a clenched fist up in the air as he walks home from school that day.

And for a moment, Izuku pretends that Shoto can hear him.

A familiar face pops up as Izuku walks home from school that day.

A face that has Izuku's heart skip a beat.

"Sh-Shoto-san!" Izuku calls out as he rushes over to him. Izuku feels warm. "You went to visit your aunt again, didn't you? That's why you're in this neighborhood again, isn't it?"

Shoto nods. "Yeah."

Izuku looks at him fondly. The urge to glomp his boyfriend is large, but Izuku resists it, for reasons that even he's not sure of.

Then again… there's no one around… it's just the two of us.

Izuku's cheeks turn pink.

It's just the two of us!

"Midoriya, are you okay? Your face is red. You seem ill."

Hhhh… Izuku wants to say.

Izuku shakes his head violently. "Er, I'm fine. I just… I'm just really happy to see you again, Shoto-san."

He smiles. Shoto smiles.

"I'm happy to see you again, too, Midoriya."

A breeze manifests.

It happens again, and once again, Izuku doesn't know how.

The line between fiction and reality blurs again.

It's ten minutes before Shoto will come to pick Izuku up and to go to the party.

Izuku is ready. As ready as he'll ever be.

So why the hell is he still having trouble deciding which shirt he should wear to the party?!

The doorbell rings. Izuku blanches.

"Izuku, your friend is here!" His mother calls out from outside Izuku's bedroom.

"Just a second, mom!"

When Izuku finally decides on a shirt and rushes over to the door to greet Shoto, Izuku's amazed by what he sees.

Shoto-san...

Looks…

Izuku smiles sheepishly.

Shoto looks the same as usual.

As beautiful as always.

"How was the party last night, Izuku?"

Izuku doesn't reply to his mother. He doesn't reply, because at this point, there frankly is no line between fiction and reality.

There simply isn't.

Izuku's stomach rumbles and the urge to vomit suddenly overtakes him.

God, he drank so much last night.

God, he ate so much last night.

His cheeks flush.

He…

He tasted so much last night.

And like that, Izuku runs to the bathroom in his home and puts his head in his toilet.

Throwing up has never felt so… right.

He's definitely cursed.

The party had a good start. Izuku was initially surprised by the large amount of people there were, and how loud the music was. From what Izuku knows, it's not often that people his age organize a party of this type of nature, especially not in Japan.

A party where the music blasts through your eardrums, where the people are drunk and stoned beyond all measure, and where the people dance without a care in the world.

God, Izuku got drunk as fuck last night. Pretty disgusting, seeing as he's only fourteen. He really didn't plan for it to happen. He was planning to just be by Shoto's side the whole night, but at some point, Shoto went to the bathroom, they got separated, and maybe Izuku, having watched too many American movies, resulted in Izuku chugging down a lot of the alcoholic beverages offered on the main table in the kitchen while no one was looking. Just maybe. Alright?

Just maybe.

And maybe Izuku got so drunk, he wasn't completely aware that shortly afterwards, he got stoned. Maybe he mistook that person's joint as a cigarette. Maybe, even though he's not a smoker, he just wanted to try a cigarette, once, so he asked that person if he could smoke it. He doesn't fucking know. It was dark and the music was loud. He doesn't. Know.

All he knows is that after that, he started to dance.

And he danced. Hard.

"Go, Midoriya!" Voices chanted. "Go!" He didn't know if they were real or not. But he didn't care.

And he danced. He danced without a care in the world, because it was fun .

He was having fun.

And he wasn't regretting a second of it.

And neither was Shoto, probably.

In fact. Where was Shoto?

He slapped his cheeks and tried to sober up.

It worked a little bit, but he still felt hammered as shit.

Eventually, someone grabbed Izuku's hand and before he knew it, he was outside of the party and in another realm.

"Are you okay, Midoriya?"

Izuku nodded, even though that wasn't completely true. He was talking to someone who looked like Shoto, but wasn't entirely sure was him.

In fact. Where were they, anyway?

The person who looked like Shoto sighed.

"I don't like these sort of parties," he said, "I mean. I've never been to this sort of party before, but I don't think I'll ever go to one like this again. It's really not my style."

Who was talking to Izuku again? Really. He had no clue. He just wanted to go back on the dancefloor.

"Midoriya. Have you been drinking?"

Izuku hiccuped. You said it, not me.

The boy who looked like Shoto sighed.

"I'm sorry. We shouldn't have come."

"H-Huh?" Izuku burped. "B-But I'm having so much fun!"

"You're drunk out of your mind. That's not what fun is supposed to look like."

Izuku growled. What is this moron saying? Izuku came here to have fun, not to be lectured like a toddler!

"I'm going back on the dancefloor," Izuku said as he tried to get to his feet, even though he didn't know where he was sitting to begin with, and even though he didn't know where the door was. "And you can't stop me!"

But he didn't get up. He didn't get up, because he couldn't.

He really didn't know what was going on anymore.

Not that he'd ever known.

Izuku sank to his knees and began to cry.

And somehow, at some point, he felt his prince wrap him in a warm embrace as Izuku did so.

It took a glass of water and two small slices of bread for Izuku to sober up. Somewhatly.

The alcohol was still running through his veins and the weed was still making his vision fuzzy, but he was at least in a better place than he had been before.

At the very least, he could now figure out who he was talking to.

Mostly, at least.

"I'm so sorry, Shoto-san," Izuku said as he sipped himself some more water. "I don't know what came over me."

Shoto sighed. "If anything, I'm sorry I brought you here. I didn't know it'd be this type of party."

Izuku hiccuped as he drank some more water. He was starting to become aware of where they were and what they were doing. They seemed to be sitting next to one another on a bed in a room, while the music from the party blasted from outside the door.

The desire to return to the dancefloor still ran rampant in Izuku's heart, but he tried to ignore it.

He felt bad for what he had done.

"You're a good dancer, you know." Shoto said.

That caught Izuku's attention. Wide eyes met heterochromatic.

"Eh?" Izuku squeaked.

Shoto smirked.

"You. I mean. I was watching you. You… You were really… amazing out there, honestly."

Shoto brushed a strand of hair away from Izuku's face. "You've got some good moves, Midoriya."

Pink dusted itself all over Izuku's cheeks at Shoto's words.

Shoto then retracted his hand and folded his hands between his legs.

"I'm not much of a dancer myself," Shoto said, "I mean. I do like to dance, but…"

An idea popped into Izuku's head.

"Let's dance now!" Izuku said, not entirely sure if that was the weed talking.

Shoto blinked. "Huh?"

"I mean, the party's not over, the music's still playing… and… and it's… it's just the two of us, now."

Izuku outstretched a hand to Shoto.

The amount of fucks he gave, zero.

"Dance with me, my fair prince?"

Shoto laughed.

"What?" Izuku pouted. "What's so funny?"

Shoto smiled and petted Izuku's head softly.

"You're adorable, Midoriya."

Izuku hiccuped. "Hhh.."

"I'll let you in on a little secret," Shoto said while scratching the back of his neck. "I'm… I'm sort of drunk and high myself."

"What… really?"

Shoto nodded.

"Yeah."

They erupt in laughter.

And the line between reality and fiction dissolves again.

Izuku doesn't know who initiates the kiss this time.

He doesn't care.

Feeling Shoto against him, like this, is nice.

Being alone, with Shoto, in this room, at this party… just the two of them… is nice.

Knowing that Shoto's there. Knowing that he feels the same way .

It's nice.

Their kiss lasts longer than any of their previous ones. It lasts longer, and feels so, so much better.

And even though they're both stoned. Even though they're both guys , and even though they're somewhere and doing something they shouldn't be, Izuku doesn't care.

He's happy.

He's happy.

He's happy.

He's so happy.

He is.

"Shoto-san…" Izuku murmurs between their kiss. "I... I…"

"Don't talk," Shoto whispers tenderly as he begins working on Izuku's neck.

Izuku shivers.

Shoto hums. "Just enjoy."

Izuku breathes. Each kiss Shoto leaves on Izuku's neck ignites passion he's never felt before, and the fire coursing through his veins only heightens as Shoto moves back onto Izuku's lips.

Izuku groans.

He craves more.

"More," Izuku mumbles drunkenly through their kiss. The world's disintegrating, melting around him, and he wants more of it. "More."

"More."

Shoto pulls away from their kiss, cheeks flushed.

"Izuku." Shoto murmurs.

Izuku's heart throbs.

He's so beautiful.

Shoto's, so beautiful.

Izuku caresses Shoto's left cheek.

He's never felt so alive.

"More." Izuku repeats quietly. "More."

"More."

And the world around Izuku ceases to be.

By the time the fire quells, the party ends.

Knocks are made on the door outside of the bedroom.

The bedroom in which two hearts became one.

Izuku still can't believe it happened.

But it did.

"Hey! Party's over, get out of my room!" A voice is heard vaguely from outside of the bedroom.

Izuku doesn't pay it any mind. He nuzzles his head against Shoto's chest as they both lie in bed together.

His heart's been set aflame. Has been made complete.

And that's all that matters.

"I love you, Shoto," Izuku whispers, unaware that he dropped the honorific, "I love you so much."

Shoto's breath hitches in his throat. He then runs his fingers through Izuku's hair.

"Do you really mean that?" Shoto asks.

Izuku lifts his head.

"I do."

"HEY! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BEDROOM ALREADY!"

Izuku and Shoto flinch at the sudden yell, but then both burst out into laughter.

"Alright, we heard you!" Shoto shouts back, while Izuku giggles. Shoto sighs.

"Let's get going, Midoriya."

Izuku doesn't budge.

"Uh, Midoriya."

Izuku blinks.

"Er, sorry. I'm… I'm just…"

Shoto smiles and takes Izuku's hand.

"Come on," Shoto says, "Let's go."

"Izuku! Why are you throwing up?"

Why is he throwing up? Good question. Maybe it's because he's hungover. Maybe it's because the memory of Shoto having his way with Izuku from last night causes Izuku to be so overwhelmed that it makes his stomach ill.

Maybe it's even because throwing up is a fetish he thought he'd never have, up until now. He doesn't know. He's still hungover. He's not thinking straight. (He's not a freak, okay?!)

Whatever the reason.

"It's a long story, Mom."

And it really is.