Sitting on the small couch in the huge hotel room, Izuku peered into the red cup someone had handed him, it reeked of rum. Music was playing from a makeshift speaker, a dance remix that Izuku had never heard, Blue - Flume Remix, Eiffel 65, Flume. He laughed, the words were pretty funny.

"Not drinking?" A pink-haired woman sat down next to him, smiling as she sipped from her cup. "It's just a daiquiri but they call it Vandal Juice," she giggled.

"Oh," Izuku looked back into the cup, he tried a small sip. "It's okay," he choked as the alcohol burned its way to his stomach.

The pink-haired woman laughed harder, "you're funny, are you a new Baby?"

"A Baby Vandal?" Izuku still wasn't sure what had happened. They'd arrived at the hotel where a large group of people had waved them down. They'd pulled everyone off the bus, hugging and kissing, it was clear they all knew each other very well. Kiri had let him know these were the Baby Vandals, normally some of them would ride on the bus with them, but this tour it was only a few events. Izuku saw the look he'd given him, he wondered if it was because of him, and if so, he was relieved. He was already in enough trouble for taking Thirteen, if someone other than the band were caught on the bus, he was sure his uncle would kill him. They'd checked in, Shinso dragging him off the bus to their huge suite, where everyone had descended on the room and the party kicked off. Kacchan had been hovering over him most of the time, he'd finally left to go get another drink. Izuku looked back at the woman and shook his head, "No, I'm the manager, Izuku Midoriya."

"Hi Midoriya, I'm Mina Ahsido, but you can call me Pinky," she tugged at her hair, "my signature color."

"Hey Zu, I found you," Kiri hugged him, "PINKY!" Racing over he tackled the pink-haired woman, her drink splashing across Izuku's body.

"OH!" Izuku jumped up, he wiped at the wet streak now on his shirt and crotch.

"Sorry," Pinky laughed, calling from under Kiri's body, he was tickling her, the rest of her drink went flying to the floor.

"I'm going to go change," Izuku waved, "nice to meet you." He decided it was time to escape, especially with Kacchan currently gone, things were only going to get wilder as the alcohol kicked in harder.

"Wait, no, no," Pinky tried to push the big man off of her. "Stop Kiri, I spilled my drink on your manager," she giggled.

"Sorry Zu," he sat up pulling Pinky with him, he laid his head on her shoulder. "She's the best Baby and I haven't seen her in so long." She patted his head.

"You are the best Vandal Kiri, but we have to take care of," she tugged at his hair, "what do you call him?"

"Zu."

"Can I call you Zu?" Pinky looked at the green-haired man, he was cute, big green eyes and a sweet face, how'd he get mixed up with these guys?

"Sure," Izuku nodded, holding his wet shirt away from his body, "I'm going to go change."

"Don't take too long, I think Shinso booked some lanes for us," Kiri kissed Pinky's shoulder.

"Booked what?" Izuku wrinkled his nose.

"Lanes, we're going bowling."

"Bowling?" Izuku glanced around at everyone dancing and drinking.

"We always do something like that, I told you Shinso's different." Kiri laughed, "from his days of being a kid on tour, he likes to do fun stuff. I guess they always did things like that when he was with The Wonders."

"I used to do that with the Lollipops, I guess, parks, roller coasters," Izuku shrugged, "never bowling."

"You know the Lollipops?" Pinky scooted forward grabbing Izuku's hand.

"Yeah, I was their manager." The pink-haired woman squealed loudly and leapt to her feet hugging him, the cold liquid soaked in his shirt pressing against his skin, he gasped.

"Sorry," she looked at her own wet shirt. "Shit, I got myself too!" She laughed, her hands landing on his shoulders, she shook Midoriya hard, "I love the Lollipops! I am so sad they broke up, Eri was the best! SO CUTE!" She screamed.

"She is and she's really nice." Izuku pulled her hands off his body before he got whiplash.

"Be my tour buddy Zu, please!?"

"Your what?"

"Your buddy, we hang for the tour." Her gold and black eyes twinkled.

"Hell no! I'm your tour buddy," Kiri grabbed Pinky's hips pulling her back into his lap.

"Kiri, stop, I'm always yours, but I want to hear more about the Lollipops," she leaned her head back on the big man's thick chest, "just for bowling?" She brushed his cheek, his fingers stroking the bare skin exposed from her crop top. She shivered, he had a way of making her so excited just by his simple touch.

"Only if you snuggle with me later," he whispered.

She giggled at his breath tickling her ear, "if you still want me by then." She eyed the room, there were some new Babies that she didn't recognize, some were much younger. Pinky knew her obsession with the band should have ended after she got out of college, but by then she'd fallen in love with the Vandals and she didn't want to stop the friendship she'd developed with Kiri. At some point, he'd move on though, the younger ones were always sexier and more willing to jump into bed than the original Babies. She'd only slept with Kiri last year, that was three years after she'd started touring with the band. It had been incredible and she wished they could go straight to his room right now, but part of the requirement of being a Baby was having fun with the entire band, not just the one you were seeing. Looping her arm around the back of Kiri's neck, she stretched her lithe body backwards to whisper in his ear, "there's a lot to choose from, you sure you want little ol' me?" Her stomach flipped waiting for his answer, but she didn't want to get her hopes up if he was moving on this year.

Smiling at her, Kiri shook his head, "there's only one for me Pinky, you know that." He kissed her cheek. "Now let's figure out how we're all getting to the lanes." He pushed her off his lap. "You can have her for bowling Zu, but she's mine afterward," Kiri slapped her ass and squeezed, he went to find Shinso.

"What happened?" Katsuki looked at the stain down Deku's shirt and pants. He'd been getting a drink when he'd been dragged to the dance floor by a group of the regular Babies, he'd growled at them and walked away, but they all laughed, dragging him back. Fucking extras never took him seriously anymore, he'd pretended to dance for five seconds then he'd extracted himself and wound his way back to Deku.

"Kiri tackled me and I spilled my drink on him," Pinky shook her head, "he's a mess."

"He's always a mess," Katsuki smiled teasingly, taking the nerd's hand in his own, he walked him to the side bedroom, pulling him into the quiet dark. Searching on the wall, he found the switch and flipped on the lamp. "I brought your overnight bag in here before the party so it didn't disappear on you." He pointed to the bed, the small bag Deku had packed for the hotel sat on top of the covers. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he waited for him to pull out a change of clothes.

"Are we really going bowling?" Izuku dug around for new clothes.

"Is that what we're doing?"

"You didn't know?"

"That's Freak's thing, he always wants to do something off the wall, been that way since the beginning."

"Funny, I assumed this party would be," Izuku looked at the door, muffling the sounds of the music, "different."

"Sex crazed orgy while swapping the Columbian flu?" Katsuki laughed, "there's edibles out there, not much more than that, most of the Babies came from friends of Freak's old band, they glommed on to us. It's fun, mostly hanging out," he shrugged.

"Do you have a tour buddy?" Izuku tried to keep his voice casual, he peeked up at him. Kacchan just raised his brows, a small smile on his face.

"Hey Izuku?" Sero's voice coming through the door, "we're going to leave soon, you in there?"

"Yeah, I'm here Sero, I'm changing," he called. Grabbing his clothes, he ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He leaned back on the cool wood, Izuku wasn't sure, had Kacchan answered him?

Katsuki watched him retreat, his cute ass filling out his pants nicely. He looked forward to being able to wrap his hands around those plump cheeks. Smiling, he followed him to the bathroom, knocking.

"I'm changing, don't come in!"

"I wanted to let you know, I do have a tour buddy nerd, in answer to your question."

"Oh."

Chuckling softly, Katsuki liked the sound of the disappointment in his voice, "It's you Deku, I want you to be my tour buddy."

The bathroom door cracked open slightly, a green orb looked out, "what's that mean?"

"The rule is tour buddies have to stay with each other, watch out for each other. Once you have a buddy, you keep the same buddy the whole tour."

"The whole tour?"

"Yep, and since we're roommates that makes it easy." Katsuki leaned his arm on the doorframe, staring at the one round eye. "Agreed?"

"Don't I have to be a Baby to be a tour buddy for you?" Izuku was trying to remember the list of rules Shinso had spouted to him the other day.

"We'll make you an honorary Baby so we don't break Freak's rules."

The door opened a little wider, "Freak mentioned you have to do something to become a Baby."

"You do," Bakugou smiled, "you have to kiss one band member, preferably your future tour buddy."

Rolling his eyes, Izuku huffed, "no that wasn't it, something about drinking."

"Well, I have no alcohol here, so we'll have to improvise."

"I'm not sure about that Kacchan," Izuku bit his lip.

"That's too bad nerd, I was looking forward to you being my buddy. I guess someone out there can be my tour buddy instead." Katsuki kept an eye on him as he turned away, the nerd's green eyes blazed with something, jealousy? He sure hoped so.

"Wait!" Izuku opened the door wider, he buttoned his pants quickly. He wasn't sure what being a tour buddy meant, but he really didn't want anyone else hanging on Kacchan in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his face with both hands and dragged him down to his mouth. Izuku kept his lips soft and pressed him into a kiss, pausing for a heartbeat, he pulled back. "There, I kissed you," he blushed looking away, "we're tour buddies now." He pushed past him quickly and ran back to the bedroom door.

Stunned Katsuki blinked, he'd kissed him so fast, he hadn't been able to react. The nerd was definitely full of surprises. Cocking a brow he reached for him, he wanted a better kiss than that, the nerd flew past him and was already heading out of the bedroom.

"Wait, hold on!" Katsuki chased him out the door. Catching up with him back out in the main room he draped his arm over the nerd's shoulder as he waved to Sero. He pulled him close against his body.

"Kacchan," Izuku furrowed his brow at him, jabbing him lightly with his elbow.

"We're tour buddies," Bakugou smiled innocently as Deku shook his head. Watching him chat with Sero, Katsuki mused, had that sweet mouth really just kissed him and run off? Playing with his lip piercing, Bakugou grinned. When had Deku become, fuck, well, Deku? Katsuki knew he needed to keep up the assault, roommate, tour buddy, he was on the right track. He wanted those adoring green eyes focused on him again.

Shinso leaned on the wall watching the crowd, he'd reserved some lanes at a local bowling alley, boasting to be open until two in the morning, that was his kind of place. A man walked into the room, he was good looking, a bit shorter than himself but stockier. He had soft blonde hair combed down over his forehead, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Shinso noticed the cut of the jeans pulled nicely over the man's ass, t-shirt covering a thick muscled torso. Tapping his cup, he watched as his sharp black eyes swept the room. He maneuvered out of the crowd backing up along the wall, he was clearly looking for someone. Shinso stepped around a group of people and sidled up to the stocky blonde, he wrapped his arm around his waist, he could feel the muscles under his thin shirt. "All new Babies have to get approved by me," Shinso cocked his sexiest smile. The man's black eyes darted to him, squinting as he gave him the once over. Shinso blocked him against the wall, leaning his arm above his blonde head. "I look good enough to eat, don't I?"

"Why don't you leave me alone."

"Hmm, you barged into our party, so you have to pay the penalty," Shinso let his body press up against his, fuck, the guy was solid muscle from his chest to his legs. "And if you're not a Baby, the penalty is doubled."

"I'm looking for someone, I'm not a part of this shit, I'll be gone in a second," Ojiro tried to see past the kid in his way, he was pretty sure this one was Shinso.

Grabbing his face with one hand, Shinso gripped him tightly, "if you're not looking for me then you have a problem."

Clenching his fists, Ojiro forced himself to relax, he didn't need trouble with the band. "I guess we have a problem then," he replied coolly, "I'd like you to take your hands off me, or your problem will be doubled," he mocked him.

"I like a tough guy," Shinso laughed, he let his fingers run up his thick arm. "Are you all bark and no bite though?" Sneering down at him, he tipped his head, "I bet you're the kind that can't finish what he starts." Shinso pushed his leg roughly between the man's thighs, letting it settle up near his crotch.

Looking down, Ojiro shook his head, "you're a real piece of work, aren't you? Brat." Eyeing the singer, he had to admit the kid was handsome, almost too handsome. He and the fucking drummer could duel for sexiest man of the year, but it was clear by the arrogant glint in his purple eyes that this kid knew it and used it against everyone. "I'm not interested in you, I have work to do, I'll ask you nicely, one more time, let me go."

"That's not something I'm willing to do right now, I've caught myself a little mouse and this cat's havin' some fun." Shinso ran his hand up to the man's neck, tracing his collarbone just visible under the t-shirt.

Gritting his teeth, Ojiro glared at him, he didn't have time for this brat, he wished he did, he'd love to teach him some fucking manners. Movement across the room caught his eye, he saw the bedroom door open, Midoriya came out with Bakugou behind him, he had his arm draped over his shoulders. "Fuck," he muttered, had they already had sex?

"Is that an offer?"

"What?" Ojiro focused back on the purple-haired singer.

"You asked me to fuck you."

"No, I asked you to let go of me,"

"I clearly heard you say fuck," Shinso snickered, this guy was fun, "I bet you came here looking to get fucked by the famous Wonder." Shinso used his thigh to rub between his legs, he felt his dick harden, purple eyes lit up. "That's what I like to feel," Shinso cooed, "I noticed you have a sweet ass too."

Anger shot through Ojiro, black eyes hooded, he studied the kid pressed against him. Reaching up he laid a hand on the brat's face, Ojiro spoke quietly, "you know it's always the in-your-face-cocky shits who are the most insecure and scared." He gently pushed back a purple lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead, "cockiness bends so beautifully to a strong hand." Ojiro's eyes wandered over his face.

"I suppose you're offering yours?" Shinso faltered a moment, he'd changed, something in his eyes.

"You've become one fucking arrogant shit-for-brains brat because no one took the time with you, did they? And now you're so terrified," Ojiro smiled softly, stroking his cheek. "So, fucking worried someone might notice that you're just a kid, wanting to be taken care of, isn't that true?"

"Whoa man, you're nuts, I'm not a fucking kid, are you mental?" Reeling back quickly, Shinso slapped his hand off his face. "Who the fuck are you?"

"You're Shinso right? The Wonder whose life isn't so wonderful anymore?" Ojiro smirked, raising his brows.

"Fuck you," Shinso stammered, this guy was being a dick to him? Brushing back his purple hair, he flicked a bored look at him. "Whatever, get the fuck out, we're leaving anyways."

"Where you going?"

"What's it to you?"

"Because hot shot, you aren't going anywhere without me, I'm your fucking driver."

"The driver!" Shinso laughed loudly, a smug smile on his face. "I thought you were someone important. Alright, driver," he drawled sarcastically, "get the bus warmed up, we're going to these bowling lanes." He held up his phone with the address.

"Nice," black eyes glittered, "see now, you do have a problem, I take orders from only one person. Talk to him, if he says okay, I'll take you wherever you like, otherwise looks like you can call a cab."

"Asshole, you work for us, the band."

Ojiro shook his head, "sorry brat, I work for Midoriya only."

Glaring at him, Shinso looked across the room and saw Sero standing with Bakugou and Midoriya. "He's right there, you blind?"

"I know where he is, I was on my way to talk to him, when a cocky prick stopped me." Ojiro looked at the kid, "I hope you don't do that shit to anyone else tonight."

"Sure, as hell none of your business if I do," Shinso smirked, "I do whatever the fuck I like, no one touches me, I'm the fucking lead singer."

"Maybe," Ojiro knew it wouldn't take much, fuck, maybe he could take time with this guy. "I guess we'll see about that." Stepping away Ojiro made his way to Midoriya, looking back briefly, he saw Shinso leaning against the wall staring at him. Mentally he shook himself, he needed to focus on his job, not a cocky brat. "Hey Izuku," Ojiro called as he neared them, "sounds like the group is moving, what's the plan? Should we get the bus ready?" He purposely used 'we', holding out his hand, he glared at the arm around his shoulder.

"Not sure Ojiro," Izuku grabbed his offered hand, he heard a low rumble emit from Kacchan, he glanced up, the scowl was back. "Do we need the bus? It's so big, can we just get a car?"

"We have cars, we'll get you over there," Pinky chirped, she was dragging Kiri behind her. "I'll take Red with me and a few of the others."

"I've got room," a slender blonde man came up behind Sero hugging him.

"Yuga! Man, you made it, I didn't see you," Sero hugged him back.

"I couldn't get off work early, I drove like a crazy man to get here, sorry I'm late," he kissed Sero.

"You're right on time, we're going bowling," he patted his soft blonde hair.

"I'll hang with the bus," Ojiro gave a dark look at Bakugou, he'd hoped to continue breaking up his plans.

"Probably best, he can sit on his tail," Katsuki raised his brows. This man was more annoying than Kiri.

"No, Kacchan," Izuku squeezed Ojiro's hand, "come bowling with us. The bus is fine, it's locked up."

"You sure?" Ojiro cast a quick smile at Bakugou, he heard him click his tongue. He might be smaller than the big blonde but pound for pound he had as much muscle, he wasn't worried about making an enemy of him. "I'd love to go Midoriya, thanks."

After organizing transportation, the group headed to the nearby bowling alley. Getting out of the small car that he had been crammed into, Katsuki unfolded himself and helped the nerd. He'd managed to keep the greenette with him but also the pesky driver. Watching him, Bakugou didn't think he liked the nerd, but he was obviously trying to keep them apart. Swinging his arm over Deku's shoulder he led him away from Ojiro and through the large doors of the brightest bowling alley Bakugou had ever seen. The entire area was lit up with blacklight, neon shining everywhere, a huge dance floor behind the bowling alley was pumping out music, a mass of people dancing.

"Who comes to dance at a bowling alley?" Sero laughed as they stood at the counter getting their lanes.

Shinso strode to the counter and flagged down the attendant, "hey sweetie," he called. A young man walked up to help him. "Name is Shinso, got six fucking lanes for my friends," he flipped out a credit card, "everything's on me." Smiling, he leaned further towards the cashier, "and I mean everything can be on me if you like." He laughed as the attendant's eyes went wide with shock, he darted away and started taking shoe sizes. Leaning on his elbows, Shinso watched as everyone ordered their shoes, he saw the driver out of the corner of his eye step up to the register. "Who the fuck invited you?" Shinso turned, this guy was bugging him.

Ojiro raised his brows, pointing to himself.

"Yeah, fucker, you."

"He did," Ojiro pointed to Midoriya, who was talking to a pink-haired girl. "Remember brat, he's my boss. He told me to come bowling, so here I am."

Shinso clenched his jaw, "you do whatever you're told?"

"I do if it's from the bossman."

Shinso snarled, "you any good at bowling?"

"I've played before, how about you, brat?" Ojiro could feel the irritation rolling off the kid. Normally he didn't push this hard, but after the shit in the hotel room, he wanted to see if you could make him snap.

"Stop calling me that," Shinso barked, he looked out over the neon lanes. "I bet that I beat you."

"Beat me at bowling?" Ojiro looked into those arrogant purple eyes. "What's the bet?"

"Make me boss, listen to me, if I tell you to do something, then you do it." He raked his gaze up his muscled frame, Shinso smirked, "and I mean anything."

Ojiro studied the taller man coolly, "you like to be in charge, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do, and you piss me off." Shinso shifted, he hated the way the driver was looking at him, like he was nothing.

"I drive shits like you all day, I piss them off too, you know why?" He reached across the counter grabbing the shoes the attendant had put down for him.

"Do I care?" Shinso rolled his eyes.

Ojiro gave him the once-over, "you should care because I judge people by who they are, not how many people adore them. You brat, come up a little lacking right now."

"Fuck you."

"Nah, I'm not into brats, however," he pointed to the end lane, "if you wanna bet, I'll be on the last lane. IF you can pull yourself away from being the center of attention, I'm happy to hang out with you." Ojiro left him standing and went to look for a bowling ball, he surveyed the lanes. He was supposed to be staying with Bakugou, who was with Midoriya further away. "Fuck," he sighed, would Shinso follow him? He felt the familiar rush hit his brain, chills slid down his arms. The thought of making the kid into a normal human instead of stuck-up shit, was just too fucking tempting. He'd dealt with some loud mouths over the years, never one like this, a spoiled fucking kid that had never grown up. Ojiro knew what he wanted to do to him, but considering who he was, it would be better to think of something else, unless he didn't mind getting fired. Sitting down at the far lane with a few other people, he began tying his shoes, those signature bright purple sneakers stopped in front of him. A slow smile spread across Ojiro's face, the brat had already learned his first lesson. "So, you wanna bet?"

"I fucking do."

"Okay, rules are we play one game, winner takes all, bet is that you gotta do whatever the other person says the entire tour. You win, I do what you say. I win, you do what I say."

Shinso glared at him, "get used to doing what I say, asshole." He sat down and began putting on the neon shoes.

"Hey Zu," Pinky hung her arms around Izuku from their back-to-back seats, she had two tubes of blacklight paint in her hands. "Can I paint you?" He could see streaks of bright lines across her arms already.

"Do it Zu!" Kiri laughed, Izuku turned, his face glowing with various designs. "Pinky won't take no for an answer." He raised his arms in the air covered in the glowing paint.

"Okay Pinky," Izuku held out his arms, she squealed and began painting on his skin. Two flowers, a rainbow, and a strange circular pattern on his face later, Izuku turned to Kacchan, "do I look stupid?" He held up his arms, the blonde eyed him, as typed their names into the controller board.

"Yes," Katsuki shook his head, "don't get fucking near me with that shit."

Spinning around, Izuku tapped the tubes in Pinky's hands, "can I?" Nodding, she handed them over to him, Izuku strutted up to Kacchan. "What will it take to let me paint you?" He dangled the bottles in front of his face.

Leaning back, Katsuki raised his brows, "a kiss?"

"Kacchan!" he hit him on the shoulder, "I kissed you already, something else." Izuku looked across the bowling lanes. He pointed to the screen, "how about every turn, if I can beat your score, I can paint you with one thing."

"You think you can beat me at bowling?"

"No," Izuku pouted playfully, twisting his lips, "but I want to paint you Kacchan, let me try." He bumped his shoulder again, green eyes begging.

"Those fucking eyes, all right, you're on." Katsuki clicked his tongue, no fucking way the nerd was getting close to him with that shit.

"Thanks, Kacchan! Am I first?" Izuku could see the name Deku flashing on the board.

You are, get out there and show me what I have to beat."

Running up to the ball machine, Izuku found his bowling ball. He'd taken his Judo kids bowling a few times at home so he wasn't hopeless. Scrunching his face, he lined up on the arrows, he really hoped he could win a couple of times. Stepping forward in his bowling stance, he let the ball fly. Staying in the lane, it bounced but then slowly veered out, Izuku bent his body waving his arms trying to pull it back cosmically to the middle, it clipped a few pins. Clapping his hands he grinned, running back he waited for the ball, it wasn't a gutter ball at least.

"Three pins Deku," Katsuki called.

"I know! Better than I expected!" Izuku heard him chuckling as he grabbed the ball again. Doing an overdramatic bowling stance, he tossed the ball again, this time it stayed true tilting at the last minute to slam through the remaining pins. Izuku's mouth dropped open, "I got a spare!" He laughed jumping off the bowling platform, he raced back to the chair, grabbing the tubes of paint. "Wait!" He looked at the colors, "Hey Pinky! Didn't you buy pink?"

"I did, here," she handed him a third tube.

"Pink, green and red, Kacchan, good luck!" Izuku grinned broadly, he couldn't remember a time he'd beaten the blonde at anything, delight tingled through his whole body, he couldn't help but tease him.

Katsuki grabbed his bowling ball watching Deku, he was happy, more than happy he was elated. His eyes glowing in the blacklight, his teeth a fucking weird white color, he was holding up his stupid tubes. "Damn nerd." Katsuki lined himself up, he'd bowled with the guys for a number of years in the city, he almost felt bad for him. "You're not fucking smearing shit all over me," holding the ball up, Bakugou could see the strike.

"Sorry Kacchan," Izuku sang his name teasingly, "this is one time I can't be your cheerleader!" Jumping on the chair Izuku held his breath watching, could he really beat him? Even one time?

Bakugou paused, glancing back at the nerd, he looked like he was going to explode, holding his breath standing on the chair. He closed his eyes, what was some fucking paint? Would it make Deku that fucking happy? "Damn nerd," he growled, he was not looking forward to being covered in crap.

Pinky looked up seeing Zu on the chair across from her, she climbed up grabbing his hands, she started to dance. "Zu, you make a great Baby, even if you are the manager." She laughed, swinging her hips seductively to the beat that pulsed through the building.

"That looks nice Pinky," Kiri reached up, slapping her thigh appreciatively.

"Thanks Kiri," she purred, "come on Zu, let me see you shake that beautiful ass," she patted Izuku's butt.

"I don't dance much," Izuku studied her movements, holding her hand tight, he tried swinging his hips as deep as Pinky. "Like this?"

"There you go!" Pinky swung her hip wide bumping against Zu in the rhythm.

Twisting his hand slightly as he swung his arm, Bakugou let the ball go, it flew off the perfect path with only a few of the pins crashing heavily to the floor. Walking back to wait for his ball, he drank in the sight of Deku dancing with pink-hair. "Fuck me," Katsuki stared transfixed by the nerd's hips swinging erotically. He would miss every fucking throw tonight if that was going to be the result. His ball rattled off the machine pulling his hungry eyes from the tasty greenette. Focusing on the middle pin, he clipped it perfectly leaving the others standing. Katsuki laughed to himself, if this made Deku happy. Faking a frown he turned, glaring at the nerd, who jumped to the floor pointing triumphantly to the chair.

"Sit here," Izuku pushed him down into the chair, he was so excited he couldn't think straight. He appraised his face, neck and arms, "where should I start Kacchan?"

"Up to you nerd," Katsuki cocked his brow, squelching the smile trying to form on his lips. This was definitely better than winning.

"The face," Izuku decided, he bumped against the blonde's knees as he leaned over. Angling from the side, he realized he couldn't reach him comfortably. "You're too big Kacchan," he slapped his big legs. Looking around, the chairs on either side were taken by the other bowlers, Izuku huffed. He was dying to start with the blonde's face, he knew exactly what he was going to paint, green eyes landed on his lap.

Bakugou watched him trying to figure out what to do, seeing him eye his legs, he bit his cheek against the laugh. "If you think you're fucking climbing into my lap to paint that crap on me, think again." As he'd hoped he saw the defiant glint in those green eyes. Tongue out, the nerd carefully placed his knees on the outside of Bakugou's thick thighs. Grabbing his shoulder, Deku clamored up, shoving his legs behind the arms of the chair. Bakugou opened his thighs wider, spreading the nerd's thighs completely open.

"Kacchan," Izuku gasped, "don't do that, you're pulling my butt apart!"

"Sorry," Katsuki smirked, his legs not moving back together. Leaning his head back as far as he could go, the nerd started wiggling up further in his lap to reach his face. Katsuki hit someone's head behind him.

"Hey," Pinky rubbed her head, turning she saw Zu climbing up over Bakugou, she hit Kiri, thumbing at them grinning, "looks like Zu got himself his own tour buddy."

"What?" Kiri looked up at Izuku perched up on Bakugou's lap, his face focused as he squirted paint onto his fingertip. "Oh, well, fuck." Kiri was pretty sure he'd still win the bet. Looking around he didn't see Shinso nearby, he'd be crowing like an idiot about now if he could see them.

"You're not doing so well," Ojiro sat down next to the grumpy singer after finishing up his third strike.

Feigning boredom, Shinso looked away, putting his arm around the woman next to him. "Hey cutie," he teased. She was sweet, a small smile, short black hair, not his type, but she was next to him. Her cheeks turned a brilliant red as he lavished his attention on her, "you're a real treat, aren't you?" He ran a finger up her arm, enjoying the shiver that erupted from her body.

"A-ah oh, thank you," she pulled her arm away quickly.

"Shinso!" Sero called, stepping down from the other lane, "I think they're waiting on you."

Shinso saw his name blinking on the screen, "oh, thanks." Flashing a quick smile at the pretty little woman, "I'll be right back, uh, sorry what's your name?"

"Yui," she murmured, curling in on herself.

"Right," he winked at her as he sauntered to the ball area. Shinso looked over at Ojiro, he paused. He was glaring directly at him, arms crossed, his jaw twitching. "What the hell?" Shinso grabbed his ball, lining himself up, "What's his fucking problem? He's winning this thing." Shaking out his shoulders, Shinso let the ball fly. It hit true but came up two pins short of a strike, "shit," he murmured. Waiting at the ball area, he dried his hand in the air stream, touching the chalk, he glanced sideways again at Ojiro, he was talking to the little cutie. "What the fuck now?" he heard his ball roll out of the machine. Grabbing it, Shinso lined up quickly and threw, he knew he'd thrown too hard, it hit one pin and missed the other. "Fuck!" He marched back to his seat, which was now occupied by the driver. "Get the fuck outta my seat."

"Excuse me," Ojiro smiled tenderly at Yui, stopping their conversation. He turned to look at the pouting purple brat, towering over him, the little piece of shit. "I'm good, you sit here," he pointed to the seat next to him, his voice stern.

Confused by his tone, Shinso glanced at Yui, big blue eyes darting away looking at her nails. Huffing, he slammed his body into the chair, rocking the entire row of cheap metal seats, throwing out his legs. "This was supposed to be fucking fun," Shinso crossed his arms, staring at the group of people laughing across from him.

Leaning into Shinso's ear, Ojiro put his hand on his leg, keeping his voice soft, "when you're done with your tantrum, I'll pay attention to you too." He glanced at the shy girl, "didn't I tell you though not to pull your shit on anyone else tonight? Leave Yui alone."

"Fuck, I haven't done shit," Shinso tried to sound angry, but Ojiro's warm breath ignited the nerves in his ear, he shivered at the sensual feeling.

"Right," Ojiro glared at him, "you're gonna leave Yui alone, or we're having a different conversation, and by the way," he patted his leg, "my bite is worse than my bark."

"Not scared of you asshole," Shinso smoothed his purple hair. "I'll do what I want."

"Test me and find out," the words were hushed but clipped. Yui hopped up and took her turn, managing to hit a few pins. She sat back down sighing, Ojiro smiled encouragingly and gave her a high five. "Nice job Yui, you're on the board." She giggled, covering her mouth. Standing up Ojiro gave Shinso a warning look before he headed up to throw his ball.

Slipping into his seat Shinso smiled at the cutie again, "sorry he's such an ass, he thinks he's part of the group, but he's only the fucking bus driver."

"That - that's okay," Yui shifted uncomfortably looking around.

"How long you been a Baby?"

"Oh, I'm not, I just came here with a friend, she said you were all really nice," she rubbed her knees nervously.

"If you want to become a Baby, it's really easy."

"It is?"

"Sure, you just have to have a drink with me."

"A drink?"

He leaned closer to her, "or we can disappear somewhere and you can kiss me." Another red blush flushed her cheeks.

"Oh, um, I'll think about it. I just came here because," she glanced at him, "well I remember you."

"Me?" Shinso grinned, "as a Wonder?"

She nodded, "I had a poster once."

"Yeah?" Shinso could feel the irritation of the night slipping away. His favorite moment was seeing the adoration in a fan's eyes, he looked for that glimmer in her deep blue depths. "When did you start watching me?"

"Um, I think it was about a year after the group formed, I liked your voice the best." Shinso took her hand and kissed it gently.

"Maybe we should disappear?"

"You know, I think you're doing this on purpose." Ojiro stood above them both. "Come with me," he reached for Shinso.

"Me?" Shinso slapped his big hand out of his face.

"I'm not talking to Yui, brat." He looked at the smaller woman, "if our turn comes up Yui and we're not here, you go ahead and practice, okay?"

Blue eyes grew wide, she smiled, "sure Ojiro, thanks."

Pulling Shinso out of his seat, he pointed to the board, "if things get messed up in the game, I'm currently winning, agreed?"

Having the advantage of height Shinso loomed over the stocky driver, "I'm not fucking going anywhere with you."

"Just agree with me for fuck's sake," Ojiro flashed a warning look.

"Fine," Shinso looked at the board, "I agree."

"Let's go," gripping his hand Ojiro dragged him to the register, he flagged down the attendant. "Hey," he smiled, "you got any private areas or rooms?" The clerk nodded and pointed to the now dark party rooms. "Thanks," Ojiro nodded, he headed to the bank of rooms lining the back wall. Walking faster, he could feel the singer starting to hesitate.

"Where we going?" Shinso realized they were moving away from everybody. "I don't fucking know you man, what the hell? What are you doing?"

"Treating you the way you like to treat others, brat, with little to no regard." Squeezing his hand sharply, Ojiro tugged on Shinso. "I believe you accused me of not finishing what I start, so brat, if you stop, I'll carry you the rest of the way." Ojiro grinned, he really fucking hoped he stopped, he'd love to start this early.

"Where we going?"

"To that private area, so we can have a quiet chat." He watched as purple eyes bounced between him and his friends.

"Nah, I'll pass, I don't screw around with lowly fucking drivers that don't know their place," Shinso snapped his teeth in Ojiro's face. "I'll be going back to that sweet cutie, she looked like she could swoon all over my cock."

"I'm so fucking glad you said that," moving fast, Ojiro picked up Shinso and tossed his body over his shoulder. The singer let out a loud gasp as his stomach slammed into his broad shoulder. Slapping him on his butt cheek, Ojiro clamped his arms around his body. The party rooms were empty this late at night, trying the first door, it was unlocked. He slipped inside and locked the door behind him. He heard the singer drag in a ragged breath.

"Hey! Fucker, put me the fuck down!" Shinso croaked, he coughed trying to fill his lungs with air.

The room was dark except for a patch of neon light shining through a large window that overlooked the lanes below. Ojiro could see a row of chairs along the wall. "Alright brat," swinging Shinso's body back over, he cradled him for a split second before flipping him upside down over his knee as he sat on a chair. Ojiro pushed his knee up into his lower abdomen, knocking him quiet again, he clamped both wrists in his iron grip. Ojiro kept his voice low. "Shinso, I'm going to spank you right now."

"WHAT?! What the FUCK?! I'm a fucking grown man!" Shinso screamed hoarsely.

"Your body is grown but your mind, that's another matter."

"This is stupid, you're fucking stupid," Shinso tried to turn around, "I can sue you! You know? Stalker, creepy shit like that, happens all the time. Midoriya can't fucking protect you!" Shinso kicked out again.

"I have all night Shinso, when you calm down, we can talk." He placed his hand on the small of his back, pushing down with firm pressure. Ojiro sat quietly watching the bowlers below.

"Fuck!" Shinso took a shuddering breath, "they'll know I'm gone."

"I can text Midoriya and let him know we went back to the hotel together." The singer went still, Ojiro kept speaking his voice soft. "Since I've won the bet, we'll start now, this will be simple. I'll spank you," he rubbed the small of his back, "you need to learn to listen to the people around you."

"Stop.." Shinso couldn't finish, waves of tension poured through his body, "please don't," Shinso's voice was trembling, his forehead was starting to burn from the blood pooling to his head.

Ojiro moved his hand to his waistband. "Pants up or down?"

"Up you dumb shit!"

Ojiro shook his head, sliding his hand into his waistband, he tugged until his pants button popped off, shooting onto the tile, it rolled to a stop underneath Shinso's head.

"I said up!" He finally began to squirm.

"I'll wait until you're quiet, I'm not going to hurt you very much, that's not the point."

"WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT THEN!?" His scream bounced off the walls, he tried to suck in a breath.

Sighing, Ojiro sat calmly still watching the bowlers below. The brat finally stopped struggling,

"Okay, okay," he took a settling breath, "what - what's the point?" He whispered, fear laced with the tension pooling in his groin, he shifted against the strange sensation.

"I'm not about pain Shinso, when I finish, you'll have a red ass, most of all you'll be embarrassed for a while, maybe you'll think twice about being such a complete jerk to people." The brat started shaking. Pulling down his pants, Ojiro moved in quick short movements. Using his finger, he pulled both sides of his underwear into the crack of his ass creating a wedgie, the brat's firm ass bared.

"Are you really going to h-hit me?" Shinso's voice was thin, he was trying to look up at him.

"What did I ask you to do?"

"Um, you, um told me not to talk to the cutie girl?"

"Her name?"

"It was, uh, fuck, Yui, yeah Yui."

"Right and what did you do?"

"I talked to her, but that's 'cause she liked me, she's a huge fan!"

"No, that's what you saw, she was scared, she came here on a dare and her friend dumped her there next to you alone. If you'd asked one normal fucking question or paid attention to her, you would've known how scared she was, instead you were more interested in yourself."

"I didn't know, I - I thought she was a Baby," Shinso tried to spin his head up to look at Ojiro, "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Good, I'm glad you're sorry Shinso, like I said this won't hurt badly," Ojiro patted him on the small of his back again. "Are you ready?"

"Wait! I said sorry! I said fucking sorry!" Shinso tried to get up again, his stomach muscles were starting to give out.

"You did," bringing his hand down, Ojiro aimed for the meatiest part of his cheek, the slap was loud, Ojiro left his palm on his skin for a moment, he lifted, letting him feel the pain.

"Fuck," Shinso jerked up as his hand landed on his ass, the sting tingled sharply on his skin and shot straight up into his cock, a moan escaped his lips. Purple eyes grew wide, he clamped his mouth shut. What the fuck was that!?

"That was interesting." Ojiro chuckled, he patted the growing red splotch.

Tears pooled in Shinso's eyes, "I wanna go back."

"I'll tell you what," Ojiro thumbed the bright red splotch gently, "if you promise to start listening to people and not being such an ass, I'll let you choose how many more times I hit you."

"You will?" Shinso tried to look up again, his face was feeling numb. "I'll listen, I promise."

Ojiro sighed, "I'm guessing you don't want me to hit you anymore."

There was a slight pause, Shinso nodded, "can we stop?"

Another loud smack echoed in the large room as Ojiro landed another blow on the other side, he pulled his hand off, watching the blood race to the skin where he'd made contact. Another low moan escaped the purple haired brat.

"Fuck!" Shinso's voice trembled, his cock was so hard, he thought he might cum if the fucking driver hit him again. What the fuck?! Tears dripped from his eyes.

Sliding his underwear and pants back into place, Ojiro pulled him upright again, keeping Shinso's wrists firmly in his hands. He held him on his lap, "your face is really red," Ojiro wiped the tears off his cheek. "I think you need time to relax a little bit," he looked pointedly at Shinso's hard cock now pushing out of his underwear. "Let's give it a couple of minutes, then we'll go out." The singer just nodded, sniffling, purple eyes bloodshot from crying. Ojiro's thumb ran along his wrist. "When we go out, I think we should head back to the hotel, I'll go with you."

Shinso shivered, the strange sensation was pulsing through his groin, he peeked at the man holding him. Ojiro's face was handsome, nothing that stood out to him but all together he was good looking. His black eyes glittered, watching him closely. "What - What else are you going to do to me?" His voice was quiet.

"Nothing, we're done."

Shinso nodded, he didn't want to bowl anymore, he didn't want to see the people out there. He fidgeted, his cock was harder than anything he'd felt in a long time, it was strange. Looking down at himself he wondered if he was really turned on by being spanked. His body shivered again.

"Are you ready to go?"

Shinso shrugged, standing up he pulled his shirt down over his open pants. Ojiro led the way back out to the bowling alley. The music and noise had escalated, Shinso winced as he headed down the stairs back to their group. The Babies were running back and forth now between the lanes, screaming and laughing. Shinso could see Sero standing with a drink talking to Yuga. Waving him down, he walked stiffly towards him. "Hey, I'm not feeling well, I'm gonna head back."

"Really, oh, shit, that sucks, this place is great. You need me to go back with you?"

"Nah, I'm good, he, um, Ojiro is gonna take me back." Shinso pointed behind him where the driver stood by the staircase.

"Cool, okay, I'll see you tomorrow then," Sero clasped his forearm.

Nodding Shinso went back up to Ojiro, they walked out into the late-night air, the car he had called drove up, taking them back to the hotel. Standing in the elevator Ojiro hit the button for their floor.

Shinso peeked at him as he stood watching the lights on the panel. He suddenly felt awkward, it was a strange feeling, he always knew what to say and if he didn't, he said something outrageous. Fidgeting, his heart began to race, he wiped his palms on his pants. The elevator opened, the driver headed down the hall. Stopping short behind him, Shinso turned in the opposite direction. "I'll see you, I'm gonna go to my room."

"I think you should come hang out a bit," Ojiro stopped holding out his hand.

"Why, so you can fuck me?" Purple eyes stared past him, "no thanks."

"I don't mess with brats," Ojiro shook his head, "I told you that. If you want to go back and lie in your cold bed thinking of how my spanking made your dick hard, go ahead. Or, come with me and I can take care of you, I'll rub some medicine on your skin, we'll just relax, maybe talk? Nothing more."

Shinso thought for about half a second, "I'll come with you." Reaching out, he took his hand.

The music was pumping through the bowling alley, Creepin' by Tidal Babes playing so loud it almost drowned out the balls crashing into the pins. A waitress was serving cocktails, she set a tray of drinks down handing them out.

"What did you order Kacchan?" Izuku continued painting on the blonde's face, he was almost done with his latest design.

"Vodka tonic," Katsuki was sitting quietly, most of his skin now glowing.

"Bleh, that tastes terrible."

"Hey Zu," Pinky hung over the back of the chair next to them, "I got you another drink," she held out a reddish concoction. "My last try, if you don't like this one, I give up."

"Thanks Pinky," he wiped his fingers off on his shirt. Pinky had been trying to find a drink he'd like, but nothing had been very good so far.

"Your shirt looks as bad as my skin," Bakugou pulled at the glowing fabric as the nerd tried a small sip.

"It does," he looked down at his now stained t-shirt, he'd needed to use it to keep the colors from mixing on his masterpieces. "Okay!" Izuku gave Pinky a thumbs up, "this is good! I'll drink this one." He took another sip before setting it on the table.

"What is it?" Katsuki eyed it suspiciously.

"Sex on the Beach!" Pinky yelled, she turned back to her lane.

The nerd blushed as he squeezed the pink paint out on his finger, Katsuki picked it up and sniffed the drink, "if it's sweet be careful, that will give you a serious hangover."

"I won't drink much," Izuku started painting on his cheek again, "I don't want to ruin my winning streak," he put a finger on the blonde's nose, leaving a pink round smudge on the tip. "Who knew you were so terrible at bowling?"

"You're a good bowler Deku," Katsuki couldn't remember enjoying losing this much in his entire life, fuck, the best part was the nerd. He was sitting relaxed, straddling his legs, chatting with everyone, painting the latest design on his face or neck. Perched on his lap like he fucking belonged there, which, as he far as he was concerned, he did. His green curls were disheveled from bowling, his face had smudges of neon paint that glowed on his skin, green eyes twinkling happily. Fuck, he was sexy. Katsuki had been touching him throughout the night, ruffling his hair, thumbing his hand, or rubbing his back, all without even the smallest gripe from him, he was so absorbed in the energy of the night.

"Izuku?" One of the other bowlers called him, his name was flashing on the screen again.

"Oh! My turn Kacchan," his eyes swept his body, "not much room left, but I'll see if I can win again." He ran up to the machine wiping his hands on his shirt, Izuku found his ball and waited to step up to the arrows. As he bowled through the night, his form was improving. He threw the ball, it skidded down the lane with enough force that it didn't spin at first, then it hit the friction of the wood lane and began to roll, it struck perfectly between the first two pins, they all flew apart at once. He'd bowled a strike. "KACCHAN!" He ran back to him, throwing himself at him, the blonde sat up and caught him in a hug. "Did you see that!" He hugged him harder, the machine spit his ball out again, he ran back, "I bet I get another." He studied the lane and let go of his ball again.

The nerd beat him, Katsuki had been really playing the last game, but Deku had hit a groove and he'd snuck out a tight victory. The group was exhausted, finally heading back. Sitting in the car, Deku checked his texts. Katsuki put his arm over his shoulder, "anything wrong?"

"No, I guess Shinso wasn't feeling good and went back to the hotel with Ojiro."

"Freak? Really?! Fuck he could be throwing up and he wouldn't leave a party, that's strange." Katsuki looked out at the quiet street, it was almost two in the morning. "With the bus driver?" That was definitely not like Freak. Bakugou had wondered what had happened to the driver, he'd been keeping such a close eye on them and then suddenly disappeared. He'd seen him bowling with Freak at the end lane and then they were gone. "I guess we'll find out when we get back to the hotel."

"Can you text me Kacchan when you get back and let me know if he's okay?"

"Why am I texting you nerd? You'll be with me."

"No, no, I can stay on the bus, remember?"

"I thought you agreed to sleep with me? Plus, you brought your bag to the room."

"Shinso made me bring a bag," Izuku looked at his painted hands. He'd hoped Kacchan would want him to come up, he'd been having so much fun, he didn't want to end the night here.

"No arguing with me," he pulled him roughly against his body, "you sleep with me." Katsuki clicked his tongue, "or I won't get my song written," he growled. He'd make fucking sure he was in his bed every damn night of the tour. Getting out at the hotel, they waved good night to the group and headed up to the room. Unlocking the suite doors, the living room was empty, the place was dark. Flipping on lights, Katsuki checked the slightly open doors of Freak's room. It was also empty.

"Is he there?" Izuku asked, peeking behind him.

"No, I wonder if he's okay?" He hoped nothing had happened to him, Freak was overly cautious, even if he was cocky.

"Ojiro said Shinso fell asleep in his room."

"He what?" Katsuki blinked, looking at the text himself, he laughed, "that's a first."

"What's a first?"

"Freak is pretty picky about his hookups and he never goes to someone else's room," he looked at his dark empty room, "it's a thing with him."

"I've worked with Ojiro a long time, he's never stepped out of line in all that time, maybe Shinso's really sick?"

"Yeah maybe," holding up his arms Bakugou pointed to the paint, "tell me this is all going to fucking wash off."

"I hope so, here I kept a tube, it says it's washable." He studied the label.

"Since Freak's not here, I'll use his bath, you use the other one, it's late, I'm sure both of us are ready to crash."

"Okay," Izuku yawned, the night was catching up to him now that they had stopped. Going into the bathroom, Izuku stood under the hot water letting it run over his curls. He scrubbed at the paint, relieved as it began to wash off in clumps, small bits of color going down the drain. His muscles were numb, he'd not thrown a bowling ball in so long and tonight he'd thrown one for several hours. Letting the hot water massage out his shoulders, he finally stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself in towels. He noticed Kacchan was already sitting on the bed propped up on the pillows, wet hair hanging loosely around his face, one leg up, his arm thrown over his knee, he was scrolling through his phone. Izuku's heart missed several beats, how could he look so incredible in such a casual pose?

The nerd had emerged from a fog of steam, towels wrapped around most of his body. The bits of skin that did show looked soft, slightly damp, glowing a bright rosy color from the hot water. Katsuki shifted uncomfortably. "I'll dry my hair, let me know when you're done changing." Beelining for the bathroom to dry his hair, Katsuki wiped his hand over the mirror so he could see. Tonight had been amazing, more than he'd even hoped for, he wanted that kind of easiness and intimacy with him again. If he could get the nerd to relax and have fun, he clearly lived in the moment and had no problems being close. It was when Deku was in his head that everything changed. Bakugou sighed, he needed to figure out how to get him comfortable all the time. There was a soft knock on the door.

"I'm dressed," Izuku called in through the bathroom door and raced back to the bed. Scooting down under the covers, he brought the sheet to his nose. Kacchan came out, looked at him for a moment and went back into the bathroom shaking his head. Izuku pushed the covers back, lifting his head to see what he was doing.

"Your hair is wet," Bakugou unplugged the dryer and found an outlet by the bed. "Since that's been my job since we were kids, I'm guessing it's okay for me to dry your hair?"

Sitting up he blushed softly, Kacchan's fascination with his hair had started early in their friendship. "Sure," Izuku mumbled, moving as he settled in behind him on the bed, flipping on the dryer, Kacchan began running the hot air through his curls, using his hand to shake out the water. Izuku felt every muscle in his body disconnect from his brain, he sagged limply, barely able to hold up his head. Reaching forward, the blonde pulled his body back against his chest, holding him up as he continued to dry his hair. Izuku closed his eyes, how long could he be in this moment? The feel of his body against his own, his hand running through his hair, he sighed letting himself laze against him. Eyes closed, he drifted under the hot air.

The weight of Deku's body grew heavier as Katsuki dried his hair, his head began to roll sideways under his hand. Clicking off the air, he waited, the nerd didn't move. Bakugou set down the dryer and flipped off the lamp. Carefully moving his body down inside the bed, he turned sideways to spoon his sleeping body against his own, positioning him to mold perfectly into him. Bending his face into the still damp curls, Bakugou rained kisses down his neck, nuzzling into him. Katsuki rested his lips where he'd stopped feeling the soft pulse under his skin flutter against his mouth. He resisted the urge to taste any more of his sweet-smelling flesh. He chuckled, any other time, a night without sex would have been a disaster, but now, he couldn't think of a better ending.