The next concert was smaller and the P.V.'s brought down the roof. After three encores they were finally sitting in the dressing room. Izuku sagged against a table, "this was a great show, I'm glad I decided to record this one."

"Seriously you did?" Shinso stopped his pacing for a brief moment. "Fuck, yes! This was our best night," he was amped from the show. "This place was amazing Izuku, I wanna come back here."

"It's small but the crowd was crazy, it's like the place was alive on the music," Sero nodded, "I'd fucking play here in a heartbeat."

"Not sure if it was this place or you," Izuku smiled softly, "you're in a groove, the whole band clicked tonight, the energy was incredible." He'd seen a lot of live shows, admittedly most were kids, but the P.V.'s live were beyond anything he'd seen or felt. They managed to generate a feeling that the time with them was special, that you were a part of something that would never happen again. Izuku had also figured out they had no routine. Shinso did whatever he felt like doing, tonight he'd picked on Sero more, but had still ribbed Kacchan. He'd even pulled up his shirt and tugged on his nipple piercings to the delight of the crowd. Izuku had almost passed out from embarrassment for him. He'd expected the blonde to blow his top in the dressing room, but he was sitting talking with Sero, playing phantom drums on his leg. The electric tension of the concert still snapping around them.

"This night was incredible Midoriya" Kiri plopped down next to Izuku, pulling him in for a hug. "You're amazing."

"It wasn't me Kiri, it's you guys."

"No man, we're not looking behind our backs anymore, worried about what's gonna go wrong. We can focus on the music and know you're there taking care of us," Kiri squeezed his shoulders, "like the old couch in the garage, always watching."

Looking up from his conversation with Sero, Katsuki squinted at Shitty Hair hanging on his nerd. "Oi, where the fuck is Pinky?" Katsuki surged to his feet, he flicked a glare at Freak, wasn't he watching these guys? "Fuck, the second she's out the door, you're drooling all over Deku!" Using his drumsticks, he popped Kiri on the head with a quick beat.

"Kacchan! We're talking about band stuff." Izuku's eyes flared wide, "leave Kiri alone!"

"He can talk all he wants with his fucking mouth, keep your shitty arm off of him," he trailed his drumsticks down over his shoulder in a rapid beat.

"Fuck Bakugou," Kiri swung his arm out of the way. "I was thanking him man, leave it," he reached up grabbing his sticks. "Pinky had to go home, all the Babies left, they'll be back next weekend."

"Move then," Katsuki nodded to another chair.

Hopping up, Kiri let go of Katsuki's sticks, he shook his head, "you've always been so fucking possessive of him." Kiri planted himself next to Sero. Bakugou sat next to Izuku, putting his arm around him, he continued to drum on his leg one handed.

"You know he's a friend Kacchan, like you were," Izuku furrowed his brow, "or are?" His voice trailed off, his brain was in a fog from the amount of work he'd been doing the past few days with minimal sleep. How was he going to last three months?

"I've never been just a friend," Katsuki ran his hand down around his waist, "I'm sure as hell not anymore." Gripping his chin, he planted his lips on the nerd's mouth, a possessive kiss for everyone to see.

"Sweet, keep that shit up Bombshell," Shinso laughed.

"Fuck you Freak," Katsuki growled back.

Ducking his head away, Izuku hid his face, he could feel the hot blush staining his cheeks. Kacchan was getting bolder every day and while Izuku was enjoying the intimacy for now, he worried about the others. "Stop Kacchan," he pushed on his chest. "We should head to the bus," he whispered.

"I'm fucking wired," Shinso was jumping around, "can we go somewhere instead?"

"We have to hit the road soon," Ojiro's voice was tired. He watched as Shinso spun around in the room, he looked like he was coming out of his skin. "Plan is to still try to see Eri tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," Katsuki nodded. "How far away are we?"

"Not too far, maybe five hours, if you do something tonight, then I'll sleep and leave in the early morning."

"You have to come with us, you're my bodyguard." Shinso teased, running to Katsuki he sat on his legs and laid his head in Izuku's lap. "Tell him, manager man, he has to come with us."

"Get the fuck off me," Katsuki bumped the singer to the ground, he flailed on the floor laughing.

"I gotta get some sleep Shinso, I can't drive you safely strung out on caffeine. You do whatever the fuck you want," Ojiro's voice was tense, his black eyes flashing. He could tell he was near the end of his stamina, he'd never pushed himself this hard and he was a fucking mess. He needed to shut down for a while.

"Okay," Shinso pouted as he sprawled out on the floor.

"I'll beat you in Battle Legends," Sero kicked Shinso's leg.

"Oh yeah, that's cool, I'd rather jump around, but that works too."

"I have a fucking rope in the bus for workouts, use that to jump around when we get back," Katsuki clicked his tongue. Freak was amped more than usual, fucker was getting on his nerves. He always let him do what he wanted but he was getting more chaotic lately.

"You do? Alright, let's go!"

They headed down to the bus parked in the back lot. Ojiro warmed up Thirteen while they showered and changed. Shinso had put on music and was dancing in the small space while waiting for his turn in the shower. (Coyote Shivers, Sugarhigh) "I love this blast from the past!" Shinso laughed as he bounced off the furniture.

"Didn't Bakugou say he had a jump rope or something for you?"

"Yeah, I got it here," Shinso held it up, the rope bunched in his hands.

Opening the door Ojiro pointed outside, "get the fuck out and go jump rope, you're driving us all nuts." Purple eyes glared at him as he stomped off the bus. Ojiro watched as he looked around the parking lot for lingering fans. He chuckled to himself. "What? Too embarrassed to be seen jumping rope by a fan?"

"No," Shinso shrugged, he looked around again. It was weird standing in the middle of the parking lot alone, his energy was starting to drain.

Laughing Ojiro could see the singer was losing his nerve, he'd be back on the bus annoying the shit out of everyone in about ten minutes. Tapping his hand on the wheel he grinned, "fuck," he might as well give him a good carrot. "If you can jump a hundred times, I'll do one thing for you, your choice." Shinso whirled around staring at him, a huge smile on his face.

"I can do that!" He began spinning the rope furiously.

The brat had done it, one hundred fucking jumps, Ojiro watched him crawl back on the bus half-dead, but those purple eyes cast him a look that made him wonder if he might regret giving him that kind of power. Smiling, Ojiro started the bus, maybe that's what he needed in life, a few more regrets, he sighed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Izuku sat down across from him, "you good to drive Ojiro?"

"I feel fine driving for a few hours. There's an RV park, I called ahead and got a reservation, we'll park there tonight."

"When will we get there?" Izuku glanced at his watch.

"Around one, maybe two in the morning."

"Are you sure?" Sitting down in the passenger seat, Izuku looked at him. He'd traveled with Ojiro a lot and never seen him this tired.

"Better I drive now while I'm awake, then I can get a solid eight in before we get to Eri's place."

"Okay, I could stay up here with you if you want? I have some stuff I need to do on my laptop."

"Sure, that'd be good Midoriya, I'd appreciate that," Ojiro turned Thirteen towards the expressway.

Heading back to the dining area, Izuku pulled out his laptop equipment.

"I'm in, you playin' with me?" Sero slapped Shinso, who had emerged from his bedroom, a towel over his head.

"Yeah, we playing up here or in my room?"

"Bakugou!" Sero screamed down the hall.

"Oi, shut the fuck up, I'm only ten fucking feet away," poking his head out of the room, Katsuki turned off the hair dryer.

"You playing Battle Legends with us?" Sero lifted the controller.

"Maybe, why?" Katsuki walked out of the hallway, hair still damp from the shower.

"We can do two here and two in Shinso's room, where do you wanna play?"

Walking out into the main room, Katsuki saw Deku settling into the passenger chair of the bus. "Up here," he went back to his room to finish drying his hair.

Turning the chair slightly, Izuku saw Kacchan come out of the room. Standing shirtless with his sweats hanging low on his waist, Izuku could see the V line along his hips slipping down into the waistband of his pants. His heart jumped erratically, he knew that he would never get used to seeing him. The blonde's sexual energy was magnetic, Izuku could feel the pull he had on him now. From his brief glance, he'd seen those red eyes staring at him like a starved man. The pulsing desire unfurling in Izuku's body was almost unbearable, he stifled a moan. Now that he knew what Kacchan was capable of doing to his body, he was having trouble focusing whenever he was around. Opening his laptop, he plugged in his headphones and logged into the system, anything to keep his attention off the half-naked man.

"Kiri, Shin, you play in the back, Bakugou and I will play up here." Sero turned on the game box and TV, "we'll drop in together."

"Here," Shinso tossed Bakugou his jump rope as he headed to his room.

"Did you really jump rope?"

"I did," Shinso slapped his hard stomach, "someone's gotta look good in the band."

"Whatever Freak."

"You need to do some too, don't let that sweet ass get saggy on me," Shinso goaded him as went back into his room where Kiri was setting up their game.

"Pushing Bakugou is stupid Shinso," Kiri handed him a controller.

"Fuck him if he can't take a joke," Shinso glanced up at the front, Bakugou had walked away and was sitting on the couch. "He's been kinda mellow for the past couple of days."

"He's happy."

"Happy?" Shinso looked back, seeing Katsuki scowl as he started working his controller. "Shit, you know, in all my time with him, I can honestly say I've never seen him happy."

"That's 'cause only one thing makes him happy and he's sittin' up in the front of the bus right now."

"Shit, Kiri, what the fuck do I do if I really win the bet?" The words slipping out of his mouth, Shinso glanced at his friend.

Red brows shot up, "you're such a cocky fucker, I thought you wanted him to lose?"

Shifting down into the bean bag, Shinso shrugged, "I was angry at him, but face it, the band works because there's nothing between us. That would be fucking weird."

"Then let him sweat it out and if you do win, think of something else," Kiri laughed, pulling up his avatar.

"I guess I just get the Naruto then," he pushed Kiri playfully.

"You're not touching that, I'm gettin' my damn commercial," Kiri pushed him back. "We're dropping in, pay the fuck attention."

"We're in, stay with me," Sero hit Katsuki as he maneuvered his man through the field.

"If you don't get fucking killed first," Katsuki scanned the screen for names, he saw WaffleMonster scroll by, "fuck, Waffle is here."

"Shit, really?" Sero looked at the server names, "fuck, hopefully we can stay clear of that player until the end."

"SHIT!" Kiri watched his player explode, the POV on his screen changed, "ah fuck, WaffleMonster, son of a fucking bitch." Kiri threw down the controller. "I'm getting something to eat, let me know when you drop in again." Running into the kitchen Kiri pulled out a bag of chips, he watched the other two playing on the couch. "Watch out for WaffleMonster, crappy player is in the game."

"Not getting me," Sero took out two players at once, running over a small hedge, his avatar came around at the sound of gunfire, "and… I'm dead!" Sero clicked on his controller, WaffleMonster popped up as the new POV. "Fuck that Waffle shit." Standing up, Sero went into the kitchen and dug into Kiri's chip bag. "I hadn't seen Waffle around for a while, it was nice winning a few."

A shout from the back room, Shinso stormed up the hall, "fucker got me. You still in Bakugou?"

"Yeah, I'm in, I've been watching this player for a while, I think I know what they do, gonna try to give them a taste of their own fucking medicine." Katsuki found a small area to hide, several avatars raced by, he held his position. The three other men sat down around him.

"You trying to flush him out?" Sero grabbed the chips out of Kiri's hands. "Look, the names are dropping fast out of the server, are they logging out?"

"No, it's Waffle, racking up the bodies."

"This player's too smart for that shit Bakugou, look their avatar is on the other side." Shinso shook his head, "I tried the same fucking thing, gotta be careful, your battlefield is about to change and you'll be caught out where you are."

"Yeah, fuck, I gotta move," Katsuki moved his player past the warning signs as the battlefield area adjusted. There was an explosion in the distance.

"I bet that's Waffle," the names of players started disappearing quickly. "Shit, look, it's just the two of you left in the server," Kiri pointed to the last two names, WaffleMonster and MurderExplosion.

"Get the fucker!" Shinso jumped up and down, "you know Waffle is on the other side."

The battlefield changed again, Katsuki avoided nearly getting pushed out of the active map, moving to the center, he waited.

"Oh shit, there's Waffle! Look," Shinso pointed, dancing around, "coming out of that building!"

The avatar walked across the field, no weapon loaded, it stopped just across from his own avatar. Bakugou glared at the screen. "What the fuck? Is the player giving up?"

"Shoot! Shoot!" Kiri was pounding the floor.

Taking a second Katsuki centered his target on the player, the avatar didn't move, standing in the field. "This is fucking stupid, I don't want to win like this, what's the fucking matter?"

"There's a chat, click on it, they're chatting with you!" Sero screamed pointing to the small chat box. Clicking on the box, Katsuki read the message.

WaffleMonster - Why don't you kill me?

"Kill him! What are you waiting for? This player is baiting you!"

MurderExplosion - Fight to the end

WaffleMonster - You can't beat me, why should I?

"Fucker," Katsuki raised his gun back up, the timer on the game was running down fast.

WaffleMonster - Giving you one game.

MurderExplosion - What?

Just before the game clock hit zero the avatar disappeared, they'd logged out of the game. Music began to play, Katsuki saw his account receive the winning laurels. "That sucked, fuck that, can I delete the win? It doesn't count."

"I've been playing with that person for a long time, I've never even seen them chat." Sero leaned back on the couch. "Do you fucking know them? They sounded like they knew you."

"Would someone know your gaming name? Connect it back to you?"

"I don't think so." Katsuki threw down the controller, he grabbed the bag of chips from Sero, eating a few, "that was fucking strange."

"I'm dropping back in, you guys joining?"

"Fuck, yeah."

Sitting in the large booth at a local diner, Izuku grabbed the syrup. He could feel red eyes watching him. He glanced at him sideways, "Kacchan, I know what you're going to say."

Yeah," Katsuki cocked a brow biting into his omelet, "lemme hear it then."

"You always say that if I eat too much sugar, I'll get wired and rot my teeth out." Izuku pushed the syrup into the waffles with his fork, "then I always say, I love sweet stuff, it calms me down and I brush my teeth after breakfast."

"Guess we don't need to have the conversation then, do we?" Katsuki shook his head watching as Deku took a large bite of his waffle, licking his lips as syrup dripped from his fork. "What I've never noticed is how fucking sexy you look eating that syrup though," Bakugou laughed softly watching as he covered his mouth with a napkin almost hiding the red stain on his cheeks.

"Kchhn," Izuku muffled through his waffle, trying to chew, he shook his head pointing at the others.

"Yeah, they don't fucking care, believe me," Bakugou swept his gaze over the others, everyone was busy eating.

"Hey guys I've got it all worked out." Kiri had borrowed the server's pen and was scribbling on a napkin.

"Shouldn't we meet with my uncle's guy first before we make a plan?" Sero looked at what he was writing, "Kiri, what the fuck is that?"

"So, if I'm Shaggy, then Bakugou is totally Fred, right?" They all stared at him.

"Yeah," Katsuki nodded, "I'm fucking Fred, absolutely."

"Fuck that, I'm Fred," Shinso wrinkled his forehead, looking at Kiri "shit if he's Fred, who am I?

"Wait, so Izuku is Velma." Kiri went down his list.

"But Fred has the hots for Daphne, shouldn't he be Daphne?" Shinso pointed between the two of them.

"Nah, Fred liked Velma too," Katsuki smiled, "he liked how smart she was."

"I really like Velma," Izuku looked up from his waffles. "She was the one that always cracked the case, she would look at the evidence and figure it all out. I thought she was the best character,"

"I know nerd," Katsuki ruffled his hair, "that's why you're Velma."

"Then I'm either a fucking dog or shit for brains Daphne?" Shinso rolled his eyes, "are you fucking high? I'm Fred."

"Sero is the dog, and you're totally Daphne man," Kiri hit him. "Daphne always wears fucking purple. Get it!"

"I think you make a hot Daphne," Katsuki grinned, drinking his coffee.

"Fuck you," Shinso glared at the blonde.

"I think so too," Ojiro quipped, chuckling.

Turning Shinso smacked him in the chest. "Who's the fucking brat now?"

"You gotta wear those boots though," Ojiro tried to stop laughing.

"Oh, yeah, dude you'd look hot in those boots!" Kiri nodded, pushing his napkin out on the table. Shinso grabbed it, wadded it up and threw it onto an empty plate.

"Enough Daphne shit, Sero when is your uncle's guy coming?" Shinso frowned at Ojiro, "fucking boots."

"I'm here," a voice called from behind their table, turning they saw a man stand up from the booth behind them. He was lean, almost thin, thick blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Pushing into their booth, he sat next to Katsuki. "So, you're Daphne?" Twinkling eyes looked up at Shinso.

"Fuck you," Shinso crossed his arms leaning back, "who are you?"

"Call me Yamada, I have some information on your girl, Eri, right?"

"Yes!" Izuku nodded vigorously, "is she okay? Did she sign with Eighth Circle?" He leaned into Kacchan.

"Hold on," Yamada raised his hand, "let me start with what I found out, you figure out the rest." Opening a small notebook, he looked around at the group. "Your girl is living in a new house, parents moved there a few months ago. They don't own the home though, it's in a trust, but with some digging I found the beneficiary is one Kai Chisaki."

"The founder of Eighth Circle agency?" Shinso blinked, looking at Bakugou.

"Yes, that's him." Turning the page in his notebook Yamada nodded, "according to my research, Kai Chisaki started Eighth Circle nine years ago, looks like he was released from Purple High for insubordination. He didn't-"

"Wait! Wait!" Shinso yelled out grabbing Yamada's arm. "Kai worked for Purple High?!"

Looking at his hand, he nodded, "he did Daphne, now if you could let go?"

"Fuck," Shinso glanced back at Katsuki releasing the investigator. "How about that? Fucker started with us."

"Nine years is a long time, I'd just started there, no wonder none of us knew him," Katsuki clicked his tongue. He'd only heard of Eighth's reputation, never much about Kai or anyone else that worked there.

"Kai acquired several properties over the years, the house where Eri lives now he purchased three years ago." Flipping the page back to the beginning, he continued. "The parents recently left, a couple of days ago, I lucked out and got here just in time to get a photo." Pulling out his phone, he opened several photos of a limousine pulling away from a small house. The license plate showed 8THCRC1.

"Oh Eri," Izuku covered his face, tears stinging his eyes. "Why?"

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, alright?" Katsuki pulled him tighter against his body, kissing his forehead. "Look at all of us here, we're gonna figure this out."

"Maybe she wanted to change?" Sero shrugged, "she could've called it quits for a reason?"

"Well, right now she's going to school here," Yamada looked at the group. "It appears her parents hired a caretaker, a woman. Her name is Tsuyu, nothing much on her, does odd jobs around town. There's also a man, looks like he's some kind of bodyguard that lives at the house as well."

"A bodyguard?" Katsuki raised his brows, "is she in danger?"

"Not sure, I looked him up too," Yamada flipped to another page in his notebook. "One Mirio Togata, didn't find much on him, he's a local college student but he goes back to school in about a month. Same as Eri."

"She's not in school?"

"All the schools are on holiday."

"That means her debut is then," Izuku glanced up at Kacchan.

"Yeah, I think you're right Deku, why hire someone that can only work a short time?" Smiling at the nerd, he thumbed his nose, "Velma, I think you're pretty smart."

"Kacchan, that was easy."

"I wonder how we get to see her and figure this out?" Kiri leaned on his hands.

"If you want to see her today, she's going to a party at a karaoke lounge."

"Eri? At a karaoke lounge?" Shinso laughed, "I wonder how that goes down? Her friends make her sing?"

Yamada shrugged, "either way it starts at four, I'll send Sero the details, I was able to get the room number they reserved." Flipping his small book closed, he looked at Sero, "anything else?"

"Did the parents go to Eighth Circle headquarters?"

"Not sure, wasn't asked to tail them, just get information on the girl."

"I can get that," Ojiro pulled out his phone.

"You can?"

"Sure, all the drivers know each other. Sometimes we get pulled into other agencies during busy times. We got a couple of people from Eighth who might know that limo, if so, I'll find out where it is for you."

"Fuck, that's great, saves us chasing that shit down." Katsuki looked at the nerd, "now we just get you together with Eri."

"This is great Yamada, really, I appreciate your help," Izuku breathed out, "I'll try Kacchan, if I can talk to her today at the karaoke club, maybe we'll get more answers."

"Shit yeah," Shinso smiled big, "I fucking love karaoke. If we go, everybody's gotta sing," looking over his shoulder at Ojiro he squinted his eyes, "and I mean everybody."

"Eri!" Mirio stood at the bottom of the staircase tapping his finger impatiently. She was getting more sullen each passing day. "Crap," Standing at the side table he packed up his laptop and textbook, he figured he could write the last paper his professor had assigned over break while he waited for her at the party.

"Mirio?" Eri's soft voice drifted down the staircase.

"Yeah," he called back looking up at the banister, he couldn't see her.

"Should I go?"

"Of course, Eri!" Walking around to the bottom stairs he stopped, his mouth hung open. "Oh!" He blinked at the girl standing on the landing. She had on an all-black skintight leather dress, black lace leggings and black army boots, even black lipstick. "Eri, um, you know what your mom said right?"

"My mom isn't here right now, so I figured I'd try this out."

"Where did you even get those clothes?" Mirio grimaced, how was he going to get her to change, shit of all days Tsuyu was off.

"A friend sent them, one of my former Lollipops," she clumped down the stairs in her big boots.

"You know what your mom said though, you have to wear the clothes they sent you."

Sitting down on the staircase Eri crossed her arms over her legs, she put her chin on her knees. "I'm not wearing that cutesy stuff, I look like I'm ten, everyone will make fun of me."

"It wasn't all that bad, I guess it's part of your image, right?"

"Mirio! I hate that stuff! If I can't wear this, then I'm not going!"

"Fuck," Mirio muttered under his breath.

"I heard that," Eri scrunched up her face at him, "you cussed."

"Yeah, yeah," Mirio ran a hand through his blonde hair, "sorry, I don't usually cuss much, I'm just not used to," he looked up at her with a pained look on his face.

"A fourteen-year-old girl?"

"Thirteen, Eri, please go change, jeans and a t-shirt?"

"FINE!" She stood up stomping on each step deliberately on her way back up. "Oh, and Mirio," she looked back down the stairs at him.

"What Eri?"

"I'm running away after my parents get back." His face blanched. Eri shook her head, her long off-white hair swinging across her shoulders, "don't worry, I'll wait until after you leave, I like you and want you to get paid." She headed back into her room to change.

"Man, these songs suck," Shinso flipped through the pages in the book of available karaoke tunes.

"These don't suck man, look, they even have some good rock songs," Kiri pointed to a back section in his own book.

"Has anyone else arrived yet?" Sero ate from a big bowl of chips they'd ordered.

Katsuki peered out the small window of the door, "no, but we're early and it's a fucking party, who shows up on time?"

Standing on his tiptoes Izuku could barely see out the window. They'd managed to secure the room directly across from the party. "I can't see, has she arrived?"

"Here," Katsuki pressed up behind the nerd and lifted him up, he put him down carefully on his boots. "That should help you see out," he left his arms snug around his waist.

"Thanks, Kacchan," Izuku spied out the window watching as a few kids had begun to arrive. They stood outside chatting and then went into the large room. "The lady at the front desk said that room has a back area for a party and a room like ours for the people singing." He craned his neck trying to see further down the hallway.

"You guys look fucking ridiculous." Shinso snickered, "like a couple of dopey cops snooping."

"Fuck you Freak, how else are we supposed to see her?"

"Stand in the lobby? Does anyone even know who we are?"

"She does know you Shinso," Izuku nodded, still peeking out the window. "She's a huge fan of the Vandals."

"She's got good taste in music," Shinso finally punched in a song on his controller. "Isn't she a little kid though? Why would she like our music?"

"She never liked the music they sang as Lollipops, I thought that was part of why she was leaving." Izuku watched as a few more boys arrived, they stood at the door calling to someone inside. He tipped his head backwards looking up at the blonde. "She reminds me of you Kacchan."

"That sucks for her," Katsuki bit back.

"Not like that," he laughed, "she really understands music, she even wrote some songs."

"Did you ever talk to anyone at Purple High about what she wanted?"

"Fuck Katsuki, kids bands got no rights, no one fucking listens to them, especially Midnight and Mr. A." Shinso stood up grabbing the microphone he hit Sero, "sing this with me."

"Okay," Sero grabbed the microphone, he heard the music. "Are fucking with me?" He laughed, "this is a Wonder song."

"Yeah, come on, I haven't sung this piece of shit in a long time."

"Okay," Sero shrugged, lifting the microphone, he began to sing the song he'd known by heart as a kid.

Watching the door as the guys began to sing, Izuku leaned against Kacchan, his body warm and firm against his back. The hands wrapped around his waist had found their way under his shirt and were stroking his skin. He felt lips touch his neck. A shiver passed through his body. Grabbing his hands to hold them still, he shook his head, "I have to concentrate, Kacchan."

"Concentrate?" Bakugou kissed his neck, he'd been missing him these past couple of days. Their back-to-back schedule, along with this detour had Deku busy trying to rework their schedule. The past two nights he'd fallen into bed half-asleep mumbling something about hotel cancellations. He'd not been able to do more than kiss him good night, he was starting to get antsy for the nerd's body. "How hard is it to watch people walk in a door?"

"But when you kiss me, I can't focus," Izuku backhanded him lightly, hitting his fluffy blonde spikes.

"You can't?" Bakugou chuckled, he began to nip lightly, running his tongue along his skin. "You should be able to do two things at once Deku."

"You know I can't do that Kacchan, remember the bubble gum and bike disaster?!" He twisted his head trying to keep one eye on the hall and the other on the blonde.

"See, you need to practice." Katsuki sucked lightly nipping at the small red mark. "You look out and I'll see if I can distract you."

"This is important! You're not helping!" Izuku sucked in his breath as the big hands under his shirt began to slide up slowly. In the background the music in the room stopped. Shinso and Sero sat down flipping back through the book.

"Well at least you don't look like cops anymore," Shinso stared at Katsuki, who was completely wrapped around Midoriya. "Now you just look like a couple of creepy guys making out in a karaoke lounge, staring at a kids party," he shook his head.

Peeping back out the window, Izuku saw her. "Kacchan, stop, there she is."

"Where?" Katsuki looked out into the hall.

"That's her, with the long white hair." Izuku watched Eri walk up to the door, she was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, there was a large blonde man with her. She knocked on the door and waited, someone ripped it open laughing. Izuku could hear music coming from inside the room. She waved at the man saying something as she went inside, he turned and headed back down the hallway towards the entrance.

"Now what?" Katsuki squeezed the nerd.

"I haven't decided, do you think I should wait until she comes back out or go knock on the door?"

"I say go knock on the door."

"Okay," Izuku gathered up his courage, opening up the door he crept out of the room. He couldn't see anyone at the end of the hallway, he hoped the big man she was with was gone. Running across the hall, he looked back, Kacchan was standing with the door wide open, watching him. Rolling his eyes, Izuku waved at him, "go back inside," he whispered loudly.

"Fuck no, making sure everything is okay."

"Kacchan, it's a party for fourteen-year-old kids. What's going to happen?"

Sucking on his lips, Katsuki backed up, he let the door close slightly with the toe of his big boot sticking out, he continued staring out the window.

"Seriously?" Izuku gave him a look, shaking his head, he turned and knocked on the door. A young boy pulled the door open.

"Helllooo!" His wide grin faltered. "Oh, are you someone's, uh, brother?"

"Yeah, kind of," Izuku smiled, "is Eri here?"

"Sure, she's in the back," the boy turned, yelling. "Yo Eri! Company!" He looked back at Izuku, "a guy!" he yelled again. Holding the door, he smiled, "she's coming."

Waiting, Izuku danced back and forth on his feet. Eri grabbed the door from the boy and turned smiling. Her smile faded as her eyes grew round in surprise, "Zuzu?"