Blossom

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.

Warnings: Drama, Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Midoriya x Shinsou

Plot: Midoriya talks about his past. Shinsou comforts him.

Part Two of Villains and Heroes: The Safehouse Series

It had only been a few months since they had last seen one another, but Midoriya could barely contain his excitement when Shinsou greeted him at the door. Aizawa watched their exchange with a mildly amused expression, bidding farewell soon after and leaving them to their own devices. Shinsou gave Midoriya a brief tour of the townhouse; the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the upstairs bedroom. They even had a small balcony. It was a nice townhouse in a nice neighborhood. Calm. Quiet.

Shinsou made fresh tea, leaving Midoriya to sit on the balcony swing overlooking the backyard, glancing towards the blooming flower boxes nearby. It was summer now, the bees were humming as they flitted between the brightly colored petals, collecting pollen as they lazily bumbled along. Midoriya watched the little honeybees with a smile, rubbing his hand against his ankle absently, the muscles still sore from where his tracker had been implanted a few days before. Without Aizawa around every second of the day, it allowed him some semblance of freedom. He had been given specific parameters, the tracker ensuring he followed those guidelines, forcing him to adhere to his sentence as he started his new life with Shinsou. Should he overstep his agreed upon boundaries, the pro heroes would be upon him in seconds. There would be nowhere to hide. Not that he had any desire to flee from his new home. He now had everything he'd ever wanted. It was bittersweet.

Shinsou sat the tea tray down upon the glass table beside the swing, offering a cup to Midoriya who took it from him with a small thanks, sipping at the warm, sweet liquid. It was rich with fruits, raspberries and blackberries, the younger boy humming appreciatively as Shinsou settled down beside him. "I never realized you were good at things like this, Hitoshi." He smiled against the lip of his cup, taking another sip. "What else have you been hiding from me?"

Shinsou laughed softly, creasing his brow. "I'm not sure if there's anything else notable. I cook for myself, so you'll be experiencing a lot of that now that we're living together. Sensei is fond of tea, so I learned most of my brewing techniques from living with him." He sipped at his own cup, looking out across the backyard towards the small park nearby. "Do you want to go for a walk later? I can show you around the neighborhood, in case you want to wander a bit on your own."

Midoriya nodded, watching him with an affectionate smile. "I'd like that." He set his cup in his lap, fingertips tracing the curve of the glazed porcelain as he whispered absently, "It's strange, being out like this in the daylight. Not having to hide anymore." He reached up, brushing his fingers through his cropped dark hair, glancing over at the boy beside him. "I still don't really feel like myself."

"I'm sure. It's a big change." He lifted a hand to card his fingers through Midoriya's short undercut, rubbing gently just behind his ear. "It's cute though, I like it. I'll help you dye it again, when the black starts to fade away."

Midoriya nodded, leaning into his touch, Shinsou tracing the piercings along the shell of his ear before pulling his hand back, lifting his cup once more. Midoriya blushed lightly, taking a sip as well, looking off towards the park. They lingered around the house for a while, Midoriya unpacking what little clothing and personal items he had accumulated while living with Aizawa. Shinsou had made a spot in the closet just for him. It felt embarrassingly intimate.

Soon after, they decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Holding hands, walking side by side beneath the warm sunlight, it was all Midoriya could do not to stumble and make a fool of himself. He was giddy, his mind reeling. They visited the nearby market, picking up snacks for later and frozen fruit pops for their stroll through the park, Shinsou offering a taste of his lime popsicle. Midoriya wrinkled his nose at the sour flavor, offering him a taste of his strawberry popsicle instead. It didn't feel real, the simplicity of it. He felt as if he were living someone else's life. Someone who deserved such happiness.

At the park, where the trees were thicker, the cries of cicadas resonated through the humid air. Children ran back and forth between the swingset and obstacle course, chasing one another around the playground gleefully. An elderly lady sat upon a nearby bench, fanning herself with a newspaper as she watched over her grandchildren. Local residents walked their dogs, several different groups of friends chatting together merrily as they traversed the shaded paths weaving here and there. A cluster of teens at the small pond nearby tossed pellets across the water, taking pictures of the raft of ducks that swam closer to greet them, quacking loudly. He felt elated, happier than he had been in longer than he could remember, not realizing until Shinsou spoke up how tightly he was gripping the older boy's hand. He took in a sharp breath, lights dancing in the corners of his vision, and as he felt his knees give Shinsou wrapped his arms around his waist, steadying him worriedly.

"Izuku? Baby, are you alright?"

I'm fine. Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I- He tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come, shaking uncontrollably as Shinsou touched his shoulder, pet his cheek. He was panicking, hyperventilating. He felt like he might pass out. Shinsou dipped down quickly, scooping him up into his arms and turning to walk back towards the townhouse, a concerned woman calling out to them gingerly, asking if they needed help.

"It's alright! I'm a pro hero. I'll take care of him." He exchanged a few words with the woman, offering his thanks for her concern, stepping away across the sunny grass and whispering soothingly to Midoriya as he went. "You're okay baby, deep breaths. We're almost home. I've got you. Deep breaths."

Midoriya wasn't sure what was wrong with him, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what had triggered the attack. As they stepped inside into the dark and the air conditioning washed over him, Midoriya scrambled out of Shinsou's arms, reaching the toilet just in time as he started retching. He heard Shinsou behind him, felt him press a hand to his shoulder, rubbing gently, but Midoriya shook his head, shrugging him off, hunching over and retching again. Shinsou watched him worriedly, stepping away and leaving Midoriya to himself, quickly calling Aizawa. He didn't know what to do, running a hand through his purple hair as he paced back and forth in the kitchen, fingers tapping against his forearm anxiously as he waited for his mentor to answer.

Midoriya shivered as he slumped against the floor, sniffing and coughing weakly. His stomach had been mostly empty, and what lingered from the tea and fruit pop was tangy-sweet against his tongue. He reached up, flushing the toilet before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, wincing as he tried getting to his feet. He hissed and lifted his foot, favoring his bruised ankle, glancing down and noting the swelling around the injection site. He padded lightly from the bathroom towards the kitchen, following Shinsou's voice, the older boy looking up as he rounded the corner, his cellphone pressed to his ear. "Okay. I understand. Thank you. I'll call you again if something else happens." He ended the call, setting the phone aside and going to Midoriya, offering him an apologetic smile and wrapping his arm around his waist so the smaller boy could lean into his side. "Hey baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to overwhelm you. Are you feeling any better?"

"I'm fine." Midoriya said quietly, Shinsou helping him to the counter and lifting him to sit against the countertop, his eyes trailing down his slender frame. "My ankle hurts."

"Aizawa mentioned that." He arched his brow, turning to the refrigerator and opening the ice box above, taking out a cold compress and returning to Midoriya, wrapping it around his swollen ankle while the younger boy hissed. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it. You just had your tracker implanted, you shouldn't have been walking around so much." He held the pack in place for a few moments, lifting it gingerly and tracing his fingertips around the growing bruise. "This is my fault."

"No, Hitoshi. I wanted to go." Midoriya reached out, his fingertips brushing against his cheek. "I...I have panic attacks sometimes. I haven't had one in a while, but given the circumstances…" He arched his brow, laughing softly. "I think that's the first time I've been around so many people since I joined the League years ago. It was...surreal. None of them knew me. None of them were afraid."

Shinsou nodded slowly, tying the compress in place and moving to lift Midoriya from the countertop, carrying him to the living room and setting him down gently atop the couch. He helped Midoriya find a comfortable position, propping his ankle up with pillows before kneeling at his side, combing his long fingers through his dark hair and watching him affectionately. "Do you need something? Water?"

Midoriya nodded, "Please?"

Shinsou stood up once more, disappearing into the kitchen. Midoriya relaxed back against the couch, looking up towards the ceiling, the sunlight filtering in from the blinds casting streaks of warm light across the eggshell stipple. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep, calming breath, exhaling slowly, focusing on his breathing. Shinsou returned to him, sitting beside him on the floor, offering him the glass of water and helping him take sips from it slowly, their eyes meeting over the edge of the frosted glass.

It reminded him of the first time they were together at the safehouse.

He reached out to Shinsou, tugging his shirt gently, pulling him closer as he searched his eyes. "Will you stay with me?"

Shinsou nodded, searching his eyes. "Always."

Midoriya hadn't realized he had nodded off until he was blinking up at the ceiling, the light coming in from the window now a vivid orange, painting the ceiling with sunset hues. He shifted lightly, finding a weight against his stomach, looking down to see Shinsou was asleep against his side, their fingers entwined. He smiled down at him affectionately, reaching up and carding his fingers through his thick purple mane, his heart fluttering. He had never been so in love. He traced Shinsou's features, memorising his eyelashes, his parted lips, the way it felt as he breathed against him. He never wanted this moment to end. He wanted to stay like this forever, trapped here in this moment. Tears pinched at the corners of his eyes, spilling slowly down his cheeks as he fought to keep quiet. They were together, they were finally together again. Why was he so afraid?

Shinsou stirred slowly, his breathing changing as he returned to consciousness, blinking and nuzzling against Midoriya's touch before glancing up, realizing he was crying. "Hey. Did you have a bad dream?" He searched his eyes, squeezing his fingers affectionately. Midoriya pressed a hand across his mouth, letting out a broken whimper, shaking his head and crying harder. "Hey, shh…" Shinsou leaned over him, petting his cheeks and brushing his bangs away from his forehead, searching his bright green eyes. "Baby? Talk to me, what's wrong?"

"I can't lose you again. I can't lose you." He gasped, sobbing brokenly, unable to stop the words from spilling out. He trembled beneath Shinsou's touch, shaking his head again as he closed his eyes, hot tears streaking down his flushed cheeks. "I'll die. I'll die without you."

"Baby, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." He took Midoriya's hand, clasping his fingers, peppering his forehead and cheeks with kisses, trying to sooth him. "You're safe. We're together. Nothing is ever going to change that. Do you hear me?"

"What if-" He gasped and hiccuped, searching Shinsou's eyes through his tears. "What if something happens, what if I can't reach you, I can't save you, I-"

"Izuku. Breathe for me. Easy." He rubbed Midoriya's breastplate gently, pressing his palm over his heart and smiling down at him. "I've been thinking about that. A lot. Over the past few months, I decided that going forward with my life, I wanted to stay by your side. No matter what." He searched his eyes, hovering over him as he laughed softly. "It was supposed to be a surprise, your birthday is coming up in a few weeks and I...I wanted to tell you then."

"What?" Midoriya asked, blinking and shaking his head a bit, still not fully understanding.

"I'm retiring from active duty. I'm going to be a teacher at UA full-time. With Aizawa." He smiled down at Midoriya, reaching up and wiping at the tears trailing down his cheek. "They're still working on all the paperwork involved, but Nezu has already agreed." He kissed Midoriya's forehead, whispering against his brow. "You gave me a second chance. I'm not going to risk anything pulling us apart."

Midoriya hiccupped, nodding and wrapping his arms around Shinsou's neck, holding on tight as the hero embraced him. Shinsou held him close, rubbing Midoriya's side and shushing him gently as lingering shudders twinged through his body, until finally the smaller boy went still. The compress had thawed, and after the emotional rollercoaster he'd just been through Midoriya was exhausted. When Shinsou carried him to the bath he didn't protest, sitting on the lip of the tub while the older boy filled the basin with warm water, adding sea salt and stirring it into the bathwater slowly.

Shinsou helped him undress, Midoriya glancing away shyly as his skin was bared beneath the older boy's eyes. It had been years since they'd last touched one another intimately, and though he was more than willing to give Shinsou anything he desired he was feeling especially vulnerable beneath his vivid purple eyes, shivering lightly as fingertips danced up his side.

"You alright?" Shinsou asked carefully, Midoriya nodding.

"Just...tired."

The older boy nodded, taking his hand and helping him into the water, Midoriya reclining back against the basin and sighing contentedly as he relaxed into the steaming bathwater. Shinsou turned on the radio then left him to his own devices, Midoriya trailing his hands against the surface of the water, allowing his swollen ankle to soak beneath the sea salt mixture. The warm water sank into his tired muscles, soothing his frayed nerves and causing his coiled tension to gradually fade away. He napped until the water was luke-warm, Shinsou coming in to check on him, kneeling down beside him and reaching through the water to lift his ankle gingerly, examining the bruising. Midoriya watched him, reaching out and touching his shoulder lightly, Shinsou looking down at him.

"You never asked me." He said softly, Shinsou watching him with a questioning gaze. "About what happened. With Uraraka."

Shinsou inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose and glancing away, fingertips tracing the edges of his bruise as he spoke. "I wasn't sure if it was something you would ever want to talk about. Bakugou doesn't."

Midoriya watched him as he reclined back again, following the movements of Shinsou's fingertips as he traced droplets of saltwater across his scarred skin. "I'll tell you, if you want to know." His voice was quiet as he added, "It might be better if you know everything. From the start."

Shinsou helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a fluffy towel and carrying him upstairs to bed. He lay Midoriya down against the plush comforter before the oscillating fan, gathering fresh clothes from the closet and helping him dress. Shinsou tugged the soft purple fabric over his damp hair, Midoriya watching him quietly, blushing as he shivered under his touch, pressing into his slow movements. The shirt was too big on him, but comfortable beyond words. It smelled like Shinsou. They curled up together, facing one another and holding hands, Shinsou searching his eyes. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, or aren't ready to. I'm alright with waiting."

"I know. I want to tell you. I need to." He leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together lightly. "The first part, you may already know about, regarding my father."

Shinsou shifted against the comforter lightly, drawing Midoriya a bit closer. "He was...abusive to you and your mom, right?"

Midoriya nodded, casting his eyes away. "When I was very young, my mother kicked him out. We moved away, where she thought he wouldn't find us. He did. He came back over and over again, and each time things got a little bit worse." He tightened his grip on Shinsou's hand, exhaling shakily. "He...touched me." He arched his brow, searching the other boy's eyes. "I never told anyone, until Uraraka. She knew my deepest, darkest secrets. Parts of me I never told anyone. Not even my mom."

Shinsou breathed softly beside him, his brow pinched, tracing his thumb against Midoriya's wrist soothingly. "I'm so sorry, Izuku…"

"Growing up with my father's abuse, then Kaachan's...it twisted something inside of me. It fed the darkness within my heart until the day I finally snapped." He closed his eyes, shaking his head lightly. "My father was a hero, so was Kaachan. They were both powerful, strong, meant to be beacons of hope, meant to inspire others." He bit his lip, hunching his shoulders lightly. "Kaachan...I adored him. I fixated everything on him, I was obsessed with him. The first night he touched me, I-" His voice broke off, reaching up and covering his mouth with his hand. "All I could think about was my father over me, pressing me into the mattress. It was the same, their eyes were exactly the same." Shinsou watched him quietly, petting his hand gently while Midoriya clung desperately to his shirt. "They never loved me, they used me like some plaything. Like I was just a joke to them. Weak. Quirkless." He choked out a sharp laugh, adding wetly, "When All Might offered me a chance to inherit his quirk, I took it gladly. It was the first time I felt like I could stand up for myself."

Shinsou reached up, cupping his cheek, wiping away his tears slowly while waiting for him to continue.

"I had forgiven them both for what happened. My father, and Kaachan. I had grown up and moved on. I had become the hero I always dreamed." He tightened his grip on Shinsou's shirt, swallowing thickly before continuing. "One night I came home and found my mother unconscious on the floor of the kitchen, her face bloody from my father's fists." He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. "I found him in a dark alleyway. I made it look like a villain attack. His neck snapped so easily, I barely had to use my quirk."

Shinsou inhaled, his eyes drifting away as he nodded thoughtfully. "We always wondered how he could have been taken down so easily. His quirk was powerful. It didn't look like he even tried to put up a fight."

"No. He didn't." Midoriya shivered, Shinsou pulling him against his chest, the smaller boy breathing softly against his neck, his voice muffled but still audible as he spoke. "I went to Uraraka after. I told her everything. She kept my secret, despite her duty as a hero to report my crime. She sheltered me. She was my closest friend."

Shinsou rubbed up and down his back, resting his cheek against Midoriya's dark hair.

Midoriya was quiet for a while, breathing in Shinsou's scent, letting the older boy soothe him, and then finally his voice rose again. "She covered for me when my mental health was bad, she picked up my slack whenever I was lacking. Our missions together were the greatest. She always had my back, she was always right beside me, no matter what." Midoriya sniffed, pulling back a bit, one of his hands smoothing along the wrinkled fabric of Shinsou's dark shirt, tracing the edge of his collar absently. "We were on a mission. I was careless. They got between us, and I wasn't quick enough." He met Shinsou's eyes. "Kaachan was there, along with Todoroki and Tokoyami. They didn't see it happen, they found us after."

He breathed shakily, tears dripping slowly down his cheeks.

"Kaachan was the first to find me after the rest of the League ran off. I was drenched in blood, clinging to her lifeless body. The villains who had taken her from me were scattered around us, their broken bodies barely recognizable." He shrugged a bit, laughing softly. "I don't even remember who they were now, just some lesser-tier villains with mediocre quirks. Nobodies. They were nobodies."

Shinsou pet his hair, combing through his fade slowly, tracing the edges before rubbing at his nape. "Tokoyami told me that when he and Todoroki discovered you, you and Bakugou were fighting. Seriously fighting."

"Yes. We were. We were fighting all out." Midoriya closed his eyes, leaning into his gentle touch. "Kaachan blamed me for not protecting her. I blamed myself, and him, and my father. I lashed out, I destroyed everything around me. Leveled nearby buildings, blasted away cars and trees, injured civilians, nearly took down a police helicopter. It was a release of the accumulation of years of abuse, of all the darkness trapped inside of me. The heroes...I almost killed them in the process. I was out of control, blinded by grief."

"I watched that battle over and over." Shinsou admitted softly, Midoriya looking up and catching his eyes. "When it first happened, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't imagine you turning against your friends like that, couldn't believe what the news was spreading, despite the live media coverage of the incident. The theories, the rumours. It was brutal."

"I'm sure it was." Midoriya sighed, shaking his head a bit. "I can't imagine being on the other side of things, not knowing, not understanding." He arched his brow, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to Shinsou's jaw, asking softly, "Do you still love me? Knowing I've killed my father? Knowing that I've hurt innocent people, that I could have prevented Uraraka's death?"

"You couldn't have known that, Izuku…" Shinsou whispered, pulling him close and pressing a kiss into his dark hair. "It was an accident. We are only human. No one is perfect."

Midoriya hummed, hiding against Shinsou's throat and shivering as he pressed as close as he could. The older boy trailed his hands down his back, whispering soft reassurances, reminding him how much he cared, promising his feelings would never waver, that he loved him still. They lay together as the sun faded beyond the horizon, soft blue light filtering in through the curtains from the full moon, watching one another, sharing light touches and soft smiles, relearning one another's warmth.

When he was feeling up to it, Shinsou brought him dinner in bed. Soup and crackers, something light on his stomach after getting sick earlier, along with a fresh cup of warm tea. They moved to the balcony after, sitting on the swing together and resting against one another quietly, their fingers laced together as they counted the stars.

Midoriya woke to Shinsou's arms around him, carrying him back to bed. He lay him down gently, hovering over him, dipping down and kissing him softly before pulling away. Midoriya let out a soft whine, reaching for him, and Shinsou kissed across the back of his hand before leaving his side, disappearing downstairs. He returned a few minutes later with the cold compress, affixing it to his ankle once more and propping pillows around his foot to keep it elevated, crawling into bed beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"You comfy enough to sleep?"

Midoriya nodded, smiling and petting his arm. "Mmh…"

They kissed slowly, gently, lips moving together as if they'd been created just to do so. Eventually Shinsou pulled back, catching Midoriya's eyes, asking softly, "That first night, when you asked me to stop...was it because I reminded you of your father?"

Midoriya blinked up at him, letting out a shaky breath, pausing for a long moment before responding. "In the moment...the positioning, the mattress under me...it reminded me of him, yes." He lifted his arm, clasping Shinsou's shoulder and tugging him down again, needing him close.

Shinsou nodded hesitantly, asking in little more than a whisper, "That's why after, when we tried again, you didn't want to...on the bed?"

The younger boy nodded slowly, searching his eyes. "Yes."

The hero let out a deep exhale, giving him a tender expression. "Is it alright for me to touch you like this now? Would you be more comfortable sleeping on the couch? Or on the floor? I can make up the futon if you don't want to-"

"No, no I'm okay. Really." He pet at his chest, arching his brow a bit and giving him an affectionate smile. "I know I'm safe with you. I know you won't hurt me, Hitoshi. I trust you completely."

Shinsou watched him, a smile crossing his lips. "You do?"

"Yes." Midoriya laughed softly, pulling him back down for a kiss. "I trust you. Inexplicably. I love you so much it aches."

"I love you too, Izuku." Shinsou leaned closer, giving him what he wanted, their lips meeting again and again, movements slowly growing heated the longer they touched. When Midoriya tried to shift closer he jostled his injury, whining high in the back of his throat, the sound muffled against Shinsou's tongue. The older boy chuckled softly, drawing back carefully and peering down at him, clearly amused at his eagerness. "Easy, baby. Don't hurt yourself." He kissed at his jaw then neck, moving down his body. "Lie still. Let me take care of you…"

Midoriya bit his lip, blushing and watching him part his thighs, sliding between them. He pulled Midoriya's boxers down slowly, carefully freeing the dark material from his ankles, sliding his warm palms up the lengths of his legs. "Want you. I want you so much. Hitoshi." He gasped, arching against the comforter, grasping a handful of the thick fabric to ground himself, his breath hitching as he moaned. Shinsou licked another stripe up the underside of his cock, smoothing his fingers along his taut belly, tugging up the loose fabric of his oversized shirt and petting across his scars as he took him into his mouth. "Hitoshi! Hitoshi…!"

Shinsou tended to him thoroughly, listening to the way his voice rose, watching the way he moved. He hummed around him, working his tongue against his glans while tracing the curve of his pelvis. Blunt nails teased across Midoriya's flushed skin, pressing into his thighs as the older boy bobbed against his cock, taking him into his throat. Midoriya arched and cried out, one of his hands reaching down for him, a high whine caught in his throat. Shinsou reached up and took his hand, lacing their fingers once more, humming steadily as he exhaled through his nose and swallowed around him, squeezing his fingers encouragingly.

Midoriya's orgasm shuddered through him, broken cries ripping from his throat as his body convulsed, his toes curling. He panted softly, tugging Shinsou's hand weakly until the older boy ascended to meet his lips, kissing him tenderly. He whined again, tugging at Shinsou's shoulders and meeting his eyes, his expression needy with desire. "I want you inside me, please?"

Shinsou smiled, nodding and kissing him again, whispering gently. "Alright baby. Let me open you up. Relax for me." He kissed him slowly, leaving him only for a moment to reach over to the nightstand, retrieving a small bottle of lube. He paused briefly to undress, tugging off his shirt and shorts, returning to Midoriya and giving him more soft kisses as he warmed the lube against his fingers. He smeared the thick liquid between his cheeks, pressing against his entrance and slipping a finger inside, working him open steadily. Midoriya whined and arched against him, wrapping his arms around him tightly and demanding kisses, breath hot as their lips came together rougher than before.

By the time Shinsou added a second finger Midoriya was begging, rocking his hips against his hand and clenching around him, taking in his two fingers as deeply as he could. "Please. Please."

Shinsou shuddered pleasantly, heat coiling tight in his stomach as he repositioned himself, kneeling over the writhing boy and slicking his cock with the last of the lube coating his fingers. "Yeah? You want me?"

"Yes, yes Hitoshi. Take me!"

He lifted Midoriya's uninjured leg, curling it around his waist and lifting his hips from the mattress, leaning over him to grab another pillow from the headboard and shove it under his lower back, kissing him along the way. He lined up, teasing the tip against his tight entrance, pressing forward gingerly and twining his fingers with Midoriya's, locking eyes with him as he pushed inside. "I love you, Izuku. I love you."

"I love you too! Hitoshi!" Midoriya arched and cried out for him, taking him beautifully, his face twisted in pleasure. Shinsou pressed in to the hilt before stilling, resting against him, his cock throbbing against his tight, clenching muscles. "Yes! Yes! Hitoshi!"

"Is this what you want, baby? You want me inside you?" He chuckled and started moving, rocking his hips and thrusting deeply into the boy beneath him, Midoriya keening and arching his back desperately.

"Hitoshi! Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me." Shinsou whispered against his throat, kissing at his fluttering pulse as he built a quick pace, their bodies slapping together as the friction between them grew, the hero panting roughly as he gave everything he had to offer. It took several harsh thrusts against his prostate before Midoriya climaxed again, squealing and curling his toes as he clung to Shinsou's shoulders, his nails biting into his sweaty skin. The older boy pulled back to watch his face in rapture, moaning and letting himself go, spilling inside of him. He grunted, thrusting into him lazily as Midoriya twitched beneath him, kissing at his heaving chest and lapping at the sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat, moaning contentedly. "Love you, baby…"

"Love you too." Midoriya replied softly, petting his hair, breathless as he basked in afterglow.

Shinsou got up from the bed to bring him water, then shifted to peel down the comforter, helping him readjust his pillows and prop his ankle up once again. They lay together, kissing gently and dozing off and on, always touching, always reassuring one another that they were together, that they would stay together this time. That there was nothing to fear. After a few hours had passed Midoriya needed him again, and Shinsou happily complied, pressing into him and bringing him to the edge of bliss over and over, Midoriya whispering his name like a mantra as he arched against his touch.

He never tired of hearing those words, never wanted Midoriya to stop telling him how much he needed him. How much he loved him. After their first few nights together, when his bruised ankle was on the mend, they tried something different. Midoriya on his stomach, Shinsou pressed up against him from behind, kissing at his shoulder and nape as the younger boy sobbed into the sheets. He had been worried at first, afraid he had scared him, triggered a memory from his past, or hurt him accidentally, but he quickly discovered Midoriya's tears weren't always coaxed out solely when the boy was upset. There were good tears and happy tears, relieved tears and nostalgic tears. When they were intimate, Midoriya tended to shed overwhelmed tears, typically leading to thoroughly sated tears as they shared their afterglow.

He found the things Midoriya liked the most and lavished him with affection, giving him just what he needed every time. Shinsou was methodical, introducing him to new things as they grew together, discovering what Midoriya liked and seeking out new ways to bring him to the height of pleasure. He was patient, pushing his boundaries gently, watching him gradually open up and flourish. Soon Midoriya wasn't afraid to instigate, comfortable enough to tell Shinsou exactly what he wanted, making the first move and coaxing the older boy into a state of heightened arousal. It was alluring beyond belief, the passion between them a crescendoing inferno, escalating quicker perhaps that it should have been, but they had years of lost time to make up for.

A few nights before his birthday, Midoriya crossed the kitchen towards Shinsou, setting the dishtowel the hero was holding aside and pulling him down for a kiss. The older boy smiled against his lips, his hands finding his slim waist and lifting him easily against him, Midoriya's legs wrapping around his hips as he carried him to bed, kissing hotly all the while. "I want to, on the swing." Midoriya said as Shinsou tugged down his briefs, purple eyes glancing up at him impishly as he reclined back on his hands, his green eyes burning as he bit his bottom lip.

"On the balcony?" Shinsou asked teasingly, "My my. What if someone catches us? What would they think, seeing us together like that?"

"I can be quiet." Midoriya whispered, curling his toes against Shinsou's fingers as he lifted his foot, kissing at his ankle. "Please, Hitoshi. I want you to take me under the stars."

"Mmh...ask me sweetly." He said softly, his eyes hungry as he stared down at Midoriya, the smaller boy shivering under the intensity of his gaze.

"Please, please take me. I want you inside me so badly. Please?"

Shinsou shivered at his tone, kissing up his thigh and wrapping his fingers around his cock gently, giving him a few slow strokes as he leaned over him, kissing at his neck. "Can you stretch yourself for me?"

"Yes." Midoriya whispered, shifting back on the bed, reaching for the lube on the nightstand table. He spread the thick liquid across his fingers, pressing two digits between his cheeks and pushing into himself eagerly, moaning softly as he watched Shinsou undress. The older boy's eyes were on him, watching his slicked fingers disappear inside his own body, Midoriya's breath hitching as he hooked his fingertips just right, precum dripping down the length of his cock. "Want you. Want you, please?"

"Come." Shinsou grabbed a pillow from the bed, taking Midoriya's hand and tugging him outside. He placed the pillow against the swing then took a seat, gesturing for Midoriya to climb up onto his lap. He stopped him gently when the boy shifted to straddle him, tisking lightly and gesturing for him to turn around. "You wanted to watch the stars, didn't you?"

He could tell Midoriya's cheeks were flushed even in the darkness, the boy turning and allowing Shinsou to pick him up and tug him backwards onto his lap, guiding Midoriya's legs atop the pillow beneath them so his shins and knees were cushioned against the polished wood. "Hitoshi…" Midoriya whispered, looking back at him over his shoulder, the older boy leaning in and kissing the top of his spine.

"Look up. It's so clear tonight. Look at the constellations." He kneaded Midoriya's cheeks, parting them and sliding his cockhead between them teasingly, finding his slicked entrance and prodding against it gently. "It's beautiful, isn't it baby?"

"Beautiful…" Midoriya whispered, nodding and reaching up to glide his hands across his chest, rubbing over his nipples and down his hips, touching himself as Shinsou began to press into him. "Hitoshi, you feel so good…"

"You feel good too, baby." The hero groaned, gripping the smaller boy's hips and tugging him down, pressing his cock fully inside, Midoriya arching and letting out a whispered moan, trying to keep quiet. The other townhouses nearby were dark, so for now they were out on the balcony alone, but if they made too much noise someone would surely hear them and come to investigate. "I'm going to start moving now. Keep your voice down, okay?"

Midoriya nodded, one of his hands stroking his cock slowly while the other danced across the flexing muscles of his scarred side. Shinsou lifted his hips a bit, bucking up into him as he let Midoriya's hips fall, groaning softly as he kissed his shoulder and started slowly fucking him, listening to his breathing quicken as he continued stroking his weeping cock. The swing creaked softly under their movements, Midoriya lifting himself up and jerking his hips backwards, pushing his ass down onto Shinsou's thick cock. He inhaled sharply, biting his lip and whimpering as he bumped against his prostate again and again, milking his cock as he reached his first orgasm. He streaked across the smooth wood of the balcony floor, moaning and resting his head back against Shinsou's shoulder, his eyes gazing up at the starry night sky high above as he rode out his high.

Shinsou continued thrusting up into him, moving his hand to wrap around Midoriya's cock and stroke him while he sucked at his neck, digging in his canines just the way the younger boy liked, quickly working him up again. When he was fully hard Shinsou drew his hand back, gripping his hips roughly and bucking up into him, panting softly against his neck as his purple eyes glowed brightly in the darkness. "Cum for me again, baby. Make yourself cum."

Midoriya gasped as he felt the electricity of the suggestion quiver through him, his eyes glazing over as he responded to Shinsou's quirk. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking himself slowly, gradually increasing his pace to match the slaps of their hips meeting over and over, Shinsou covering his mouth with one hand while kissing at his shoulder.

"Good boy, that's it Izuku. Cum for me, baby."

Midoriya couldn't keep himself quiet as he jerked himself quickly, his hips stuttering as he climaxed hard, clenching tightly around his pulsing cock. Shinsou quieted him, gentling him with whispered praises and soft kisses against his flushed skin, pressing his fingers between Midoriya's lips so the smaller boy could suck on them eagerly. They had played around with Shinsou's quirk during sex several times before, and Midoriya loved it more and more each time. He was unable to deny how much he craved it, the feeling of being so utterly helpless, entirely at his mercy, bent under the hero's absolute control. It allowed him to experience another level of completion only possible with Shinsou. He could finally surrender, finally let go of all his fears and doubts, submitting to Shinsou completely as he had always wanted to.

The hero allowed his quirk to linger just a while longer before releasing his hold, Midoriya blinking to clear his blurry vision. He looked up at the stars overhead, his tongue flicking against Shinsou's fingers as the older boy continued to rock into him, chasing his own release. They climaxed together quietly, hot tears trailing down Midoriya's face as he moaned and sucked at Shinsou's fingers greedily, closing his eyes and rolling his hips down against his thick cock until their movements finally stilled.

Shinsou shifted Midoriya from his lap carefully, scooping him up bridal style and carrying him to the tub, leaving the mess on the balcony to clean up after. He filled the bath, kissing Midoriya's forehead and cheeks before sliding into the warm water first. He reached up, tugging the boy in with him and allowing him to curl up against his chest, stroking along his back as they rested together. Midoriya was quiet, as he often was after Shinsou flexed his quirk against his mind, the older boy watching him carefully and trailing warm water across his shoulders and back. Midoriya's eyes were closed, the smaller boy breathing evenly against Shinsou's chest as he rested limply against him, shivering lightly now and then when Shinsou traced warm, wet fingertips along the curve of his spine. He whispered to him softly, praising him, reassuring him, promising him the world and more. When Midoriya eventually returned to himself he shifted against Shinsou's chest, pushing himself up just enough that he could accept soft kisses, humming against his mouth.

"Thank you…" he whispered tiredly, his voice hoarse, still breathless.

Shinsou ran his fingers through his dark hair, nodding and kissing his forehead. "Of course, baby. Anything you want. I'm so happy with you."

"Mmh...happy too…" Midoriya mumbled, resting against his chest once more, Shinsou smiling down at him affectionately and letting out a contented sigh, watching the steam curling from the surface of the water drift steadily towards the ceiling.

"Your birthday is coming this weekend." Shinsou said quietly, rubbing Midoriya's side, petting along the rise of his ass teasingly. "I got you something I thought you might like. I hope you do."

Midoriya barely responded, dozing off in the warm water atop his chest, Shinsou watching him for a few long moments before dipping down and nuzzling into his hair. He breathed him in, taking in his scent and his undeniable warmth, his heart bursting with bright joy unlike anything he had ever known.

He was finally reunited with his heart. They had a lifetime of this to share between them. A lifetime to grow together and blossom in love.

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