"Zuzu?" Eri stammered, she glanced nervously down the hall, how'd he get by Mirio? "How, I mean, why are you here?"
"Sorry Eri, I tried texting you but you didn't answer me."
"Oh, my parents changed my phone number," she stood unsure in the doorway, her body unconsciously pulling away. "Zuzu, did Purple High send you?"
"Eri," Izuku tipped his head, "you know I'd be lying if I said no, everyone's trying to figure this out, but I came because I'm worried about you, that's the truth."
Music started blaring behind her, Eri could see someone was singing another song. She slowly stepped out into the hall, arms wrapped around her middle, she let the door close behind her. "If Mirio sees you, he'll send you away, or take me back home."
"Me and my friends are right there," Izuku pointed behind him, her eyes widened more.
"Is that Bakugou?" Her mouth hung slightly open, she walked across the hall. Red eyes squinted at her, he opened the door.
"You're Eri?"
"I - I am, you know me?" He looked just like his pictures, a little scarier with his red eyes peering at her so closely. Grabbing Izuku's arm she stepped into the room. "If you're here, does that mean you're with the P.V.s?"
"That's us," Bakugou pulled the door open wider, letting the young girl inside.
"Hey guys, this is Eri," Izuku nodded to the group. Kiri had finished singing and was looking for a new song. "Eri that's-"
"Zuzu, I know them," she interrupted him, her eyes beaming, "your Eijiro Kirishima, lead guitar."
"I am!"
"And your Hanta Sero, bass."
"Best around!" Kiri flung his arm around Sero's neck.
"Ojiro?" Eri paused, seeing the driver sitting on the couch.
"He's driving our tour," Izuku bumped her with his shoulder, "we got Thirteen."
"What!?" She gaped, "How did the Pointless Vandals get Thirteen?"
"Thanks kid." Katsuki snorted sarcastically, grabbing a water he sat on the couch.
"No, I mean, you're just not a big group, which sucks, you guys are really good."
"Excuse me? Intros all around but you left out the only important person in this group." Shinso leapt to his feet, taking Eri's hand in his own, he kissed it softly, "m'lady," he teased.
"Hitoshi Shinso."
"That's fucking right," Shinso flopped back down. Ojiro poked him in the gut. "OOF! What the fuck?"
"Stop cussing brat," Ojiro slapped his face lightly.
"Oh, shit, sorry."
"It's okay," Eri giggled. "What're you all doing here?"
"Came here for you," Sero pushed some chocolate in her direction. "We got the news someone signed with The Eighth and Izuku's been going out of his head trying to figure out who."
"Oh," glancing at Izuku, Eri twisted her hands together, "I wanted to tell you, but my parents wouldn't let me." Tears welled into her eyes, she smiled weakly.
"Why'd you sign with them?" Shinso watched as the tears began to escape from her round eyes. Izuku glared at him. He shrugged at him, "someone's gotta ask."
"Um," her voice warbled. She wiped his eyes quickly. "They're a big agency with lots of future potential." Her voice hollow as she parroted what she'd been told, sniffling, she held her head up high. "It'll be, um, good." Tears overflowed from her round eyes as her face crumpled. Lunging into Izuku's arms she buried her face into him. "Zuzu!" she wailed into his shirt. "I don't wanna sing with them," she whispered fiercely.
Pulling her into a big hug he nodded, letting her cradle against his chest. "Okay Eri, we'll figure it out for you then." Izuku let her cry, her sobs tearing his heart from his chest. He blinked back his own tears. The room grew quiet, everyone feeling her sorrow. When her sobs softened, he heard her hiccup, Izuku pulled her onto the couch to sit, keeping one arm over her shoulder. "Can you tell us anything Eri?"
"I - I think my parents have been talking to them for a while, since I was a Lollipop." She grabbed a tissue off the table and dried her face.
"They have?" Izuku exchanged glances with Kacchan. "But Mr. Aizawa let you out of the contract without any repercussions."
"I know," Eri picked at the tissue, "but the day Ojiro drove us home, my mom was already making noises about me going single. Then that guy came."
"What guy Eri?" Ojiro was trying to think back to the drive, the partition had been down but he'd not paid much attention to them.
"Kai, I forget his last name, dark hair, he comes off nice, but kinda strange."
"What do you mean strange?"
"Well, Midnight was always direct about what she wanted and expected, like you Zuzu, but you never pressured us. This guy, I don't know," Eri ran her hands up her arms to warm herself. "He's different, I think he'd make me do anything to be successful."
"He would." Katsuki watched the young girl on the couch. Deku was right, she was smart and more mature than most girls her age, being a star took you one way or the other. He looked at Shinso, you either went crazy bratty, or acted like an adult way too soon. "What did he say you were going to do with them?"
Eri rolled her eyes, "it's so lame! Remember the pinafore picture?" She looked at Izuku, "stuff like that, all lace and little girl." She reached for a chocolate and munched slowly. "I'm freaking fourteen!"
"Yeah, part of the trouble of being a kid band, those years of in-between, before you're grown, but you aren't cute anymore." Shinso kicked his foot up on the low table, "I quit when I was fourteen, had it with all that shit."
Eri sat chewing on her lip, "I think my dad's in trouble."
"Why?" Izuku grabbed some chocolate for himself.
Eri snagged a chocolate from Izuku's hand, "just from what Kai said that day, nothing openly, but read-between-the-lines stuff. Like the contract, he made a comment about getting paid back, but I don't owe them anything."
"You think your parents might though?"
"Maybe? I mean we got a ton of money from my Lollipop gig but my half is stuck in college accounts." She shrugged, withdrawing into herself.
Taking her hands Izuku pushed back her long white hair, her eyes had a sadness reflected in them he hadn't seen before. "Eri, I will do everything I can to help you." Sighing softly, she nodded.
"Well, this was great, we got some good information," Shinso stood up. "So Eri, wanna do kid band against kid band?"
Eri blinked, "what?"
"Sing with me, kid band versus kid band." Shinso started dialing up a song, "I gotta great song for us, can't believe it's in this fucking book."
"Shinso! Leave her alone," Izuku warned, "and enough cussing."
"Yeah, yeah, tell me Eri," he cast her a quick look, "ever hear the word fucking before?"
"My dad uses it a lot," Eri blushed lightly.
"See there, her dad fucking uses it all the time."
"You're not her dad brat," Ojiro shook his head at him.
"FINE!" Shinso waved at her, "c'mon let's do this before the wet blankets tell us to stop."
"O-Okay, what're we singing?" Eri stood up straightening her t-shirt.
"Check this out, some dope downloaded a lot of Ana Ng versions and picked up the Star Fucking Hipsters." Shinso tipped his head, "ever heard of them."
"Well yeah, that girl's got a rocking voice, but the guy is kinda hard core."
"Yeah, I can soften his sound a bit on this version. Can you sing like that though?"
A smile broke across Eri's face, "that's all I sing when I'm alone."
"Fuck yeah." Hitting play on the controller the song started, a heavy guitar riff with a strong drum backbeat. (Ana Ng by Star Fucking Hipsters). Eri started the fast pace song with Shinso coming in behind her.
Staring at Eri, Izuku was dumbfounded, he's never heard her sing anything but the sweet poppy songs from the Lollipops, her voice was perfectly pitched keeping the fast time of the song. Shinso was purposely keeping his voice gravelly and harsh, they sounded incredible together. He felt someone slide next to him on the couch, it was Kacchan, he looked at him questioningly.
"You knew she sang like this?" The nerd shook his head, he looked as surprised as everyone else in the room.
The song ended, Eri laughing as she pushed Shinso, "that was amazing, your voice sucks."
"Fuck you, I was doing that on purpose, it sounded fucking awesome. You have a better voice singing this shit."
"I know," Eri cocked a wry smile, "I've always known, but I sing what I gotta sing."
"Eri, that was good, ever think of singing that style instead of kiddy stuff?"
"Yeah Bakugou, all the time," she glanced at the big blonde man. "If I could sing that, I would go back to singing, maybe not full touring right now, but records maybe or duos," she looked at Shinso, "with him if he didn't mess with his voice like that."
"Screw you kid," Shinso laughed, tugging her long hair.
"Hey, I don't wanna break up the fun but your party across the way, how long are you supposed to be there?" Ojiro stood up looking out the small window.
"Oh, yeah, another hour or two," Eri looked at her phone, no messages from Mirio. "So what's next?"
"We need to get a copy of the contract your parents signed," Shinso sat down, he was starting to like the kid.
"I can try, my mom left her laptop, I guess it would be on her computer."
"Don't do anything that'll get you in trouble, but if you can, that would be great." Izuku chewed his thumbnail, Kacchan reached out grabbing his hand and pushed it onto his thigh, he held it firmly, Izuku sighed.
"Mirio works out every day in the morning, I'll get up early and try to get into my mom's computer then, are you here tonight?"
"We are," Katsuki nodded, "we checked into a little hotel just outside of town in case we didn't see you today."
"Give me your number Zuzu, I'll text you in the morning." Eri pulled out her phone and entered his information. "I better get back before Mirio notices me gone." Pulling open the door she flashed them a big smile and ran out into the hallway.
"Wow," Sero sat back, "that sucks for her."
"It does, doing shit you hate is the worst." Shinso opened the book back up, "Bombshell, sing with me." He scrolled through the book.
"You know I don't fucking sing, Shitty Hair will sing with you."
"You sing Kacchan," Izuku smiled up at him, Kacchan scowled at him.
"See, even Izuku knows you sing, come on."
"Let me rephrase that so you fucking understand Freak, I don't sing anymore," crossing his leg, he shot Shinso a death glare.
"Whatever dude," he glanced at Ojiro, "sing with me?"
"You got three musicians in the room and you ask the driver?"
"Because it'll be funnier to hear you sing."
"Is this your ask from jump rope?" Ojiro lifted his brows.
"Hell no, not wasting that on this shit," getting up he pulled at his hand, "I'll give you purple puppy dog eyes."
"Okay," Ojiro got up sighing, "that'll work."
Sitting in the hotel lobby, Shinso sipped his beer waiting for the others to get their asses down to the bar.
"Hey," Ojiro sat down, he eyed him, "you looked pissed off, what's up?"
"I've been sitting here thinking about the whole thing. Eri walks away from her gig with Purple High, parents already snuggled up with Eighth, now she's going single with them. They're screwing her, I can tell you that, fucking pisses me off." Shinso drank a large swig of beer.
"Reminding you of your own past too much?"
Slamming down his beer Shinso's eyes gleamed with rage. "You saw that bastard that night, I don't like to talk about it, but yeah, anytime some kid's getting fucked, whether on a contract or for real, I get riled the fuck up."
"I can understand that, I'm pretty upset myself. I've driven for them in the past and really like Eri, she doesn't deserve this shit."
"Right, we put out our best and people just use us." Shinso thumped his beer mug with his hand. "I need to let off some fucking steam, what's there to do in this crappy town?" Pulling out his phone he began searching.
"Maybe we should cool it tonight, wait for Eri then head out, do something tomorrow." Ojiro could see Shinso was looking to clash with someone hard, better to keep him out of the public where he might do something stupid.
"Fuck no, there's a dance room," he held up his phone, "looks like one of those underground shitty clubs too, best ones to go to when you don't wanna be recognized."
"It's a fucking week night, who'll be there?"
"Are you kidding me? A university town on holiday?" He laughed, "Fucking college students! They'll be all over this place I bet." He had to get the guys to go with him, not something he wanted to do alone. Texting the group, he sent a picture of the dance place.
Shinso - you wanna dance at an underground?
Sero - Sure
Kiri - always
Bakugou - no
Izuku - I've always wanted to go to one
Bakugou - fuck
"Fucking Katsuki," Shinso laughed, "he's so fucking whipped."
"They're going?"
"Yeah, you gonna come?"
"I have to, I'm the bodyguard," Ojiro played with his phone, "if you go somewhere, Midoriya told me to go with you.
"Right," he bit his lip, "the fucking bodyguard, you don't wanna dance with me?" Shinso teased.
"I don't dance brat," Ojiro's eyes twinkled, a small smile on his face.
"If I recall you do."
"That was different."
"Only in showers?"
Ojiro's phone vibrated, he glanced down, "oh, fuck, hang on, it's Ibarra on the limo,"
"Yeah, where the fuck is it?"
"It's in the city, so they must be doing something at the agency." His phone rang, "shit, I gotta get this." Jumping up from the table he walked out to the small patio, closing the door behind him.
"Hey Vlad."
"What's up Ojiro, how're you doing?" His question was pointed.
"Sorry Vlad, been kinda busy, haven't had a chance to send any updates to Ibarra."
"No, you haven't, so what's up?"
"Well, it turns out they grew up together, Midoriya likes him and, well, Bakugou admitted to liking him too."
Laughter echoed on the line, "you're falling for that one? He'll say what he wants to get some ass."
"No Vlad, I think you're wrong, I'm here and I can see, it's different. I think they've only kissed." The line grew quiet, he could hear Vlad's heavy breathing on the other end. "You there?"
"Thinking."
"Okay, well that's why I haven't called, I'm watching them, but Izuku put me on bodyguard duty for the lead singer, he ran into some trouble."
"The purple guy?"
"Yep, him," Ojiro smiled softly, looking back into the large window. Shinso was scrolling through his phone, chair kicked back, his long body stretched out, ankles crossed. Fuck, he was gorgeous. "Watching the brat mainly now."
Sitting in his cramped office with maps and tour bus maintenance schedules, Vlad paused at the sound in Ojiro's voice. He'd never heard him come close to sounding like that, he'd been nicknamed the machine around the company, he so rarely showed emotions. "The brat?"
"Huh?" Ojiro snapped back to the conversation.
"Ojiro, you know the rules here, right?"
Dread seeped into his gut, "of course I do Vlad, fuck, it's me."
"So, why's your voice wavering Ojiro? I hear it, don't do it, nothing is worth those guys. They're on a party trip but that's your fucking job." Vlad pressed his lips together, "I've seen it, people thinking something was happening, only to find out they were losing their job at the end of the tour." Vlad waited, he was silent. "Are you listening? God Dammit Ojiro!" Standing up he checked the schedule on the wall, he didn't need to lose his best driver. "I'm pulling you, sending up Amajiki, you asshole, you're coming home."
"No, no I'm not, if he comes here, I'll send him back with a broken nose. I'm not fucking stupid Vlad." Ojiro hung up, no he wasn't just stupid, he was dumber than shit. Leaning on the half rail fence he noticed the hotel pool down below, it was filled with kids screaming and yelling. "What the fuck did I do?" He bent his head low. It had all started out as a lesson to a spoiled brat only to find one really amazing man underneath the bullshit. A man he was starting to really care about. "Shit," Ojiro breathed out. A message popped up on his phone.
Vlad - don't be stupid. Ibarra scheduling you for a 6-month tour after this is over.
Ojiro put his phone away, nine months, fucking nine months he'd be gone with this three-month tour, that was the longest ever. Not that his cactus cared, Ibarra always watched it for him while he was gone. If it weren't so fucking hard to get an apartment, he'd give his up. Hell, what else was he going to do? Be a bouncer for some shitty night club? Yeah, he had to figure this out, whatever he'd done, he needed to undo it and fast. Hitting the railing, he grimaced, this wasn't going to be easy. Opening the door, he went back to the table.
"Something happen?" Shinso looked up as Ojiro sat down, he looked anxious, his eyes darting away from him.
"No, just the main office checking in," Ojiro kept his gaze on his phone.
"Any more on the limo?"
"It's still in town."
"What's up, you get bad news?"
He shrugged, "just usual work stuff, they're putting me on a six-month tour when I get back," He tucked his phone away. "I'll be gone almost a year."
"Fuck, that's crazy, do you normally go that long?"
"No, we get half time on long trips and they never schedule a back-to-back."
"Never? So why now?"
"Cause," Ojiro glanced up into his purple eyes, "my boss thinks I'm falling for one of the band members." His dark eyes widened slightly.
"Are you?" Shinso's voice quieted.
"I can't, doesn't matter what I think or feel. You said it, I'm a fucking driver. I gotta keep my distance."
"I was being an ass, you're not just a driver."
"Okay, I'm a bodyguard too," he grimaced.
"Fuck you, I'm serious."
"You? Serious?" Ojiro snorted, "since when."
"Don't bait me asshole," Shinso bristled, he could see he was trying to pick a fight. "I'm gonna be the mature one today." Pushing away his beer, he softened his gaze, "I'm not sure what to think about you. You spanked me, which was fucking strange, but then you end up saving my ass and rode out a wicked high with me." He took a deep breath. "I like you Ojiro," Shinso paused, watching as he looked down, staring at the table. "I've dated a few people, but always as Hitoshi Shinso, the fucking asshole lead singer."
"Isn't that who you are?"
"Yeah, with everyone else but for some fucking reason when I'm with you I'm just Toshi," Shinso smiled softly at the memory.
"Who's that?"
"That's my nickname from when I was a kid." Shinso leaned forward. "I'm just letting you know where I'm at with us. If you're gonna keep your distance then," he shrugged, "you gotta do what you gotta do, either way," he chewed on his lip. "You still get to boss me around the whole tour, but I get one thing from you, remember?"
Ojiro stayed quiet, trying to ignore the voice in his head telling him this was a mistake. He closed his eyes, the mistake was getting involved in the first place.
"Look at me," Shinso's voice was husky, a soft caress. Black eyes settled back on him, "I know what I want."
"Can't be anything sexual," he clenched his jaw waiting for his request.
"That's exactly what I don't want," surprise flashed in Ojiro's eyes.
"What do you want then?"
"From now on, you have to call me Toshi."
Sucking in a deep breath, Ojiro laughed lightly, "you're killing me." He paused, "Toshi."
Shinso didn't expect the feelings that erupted at the sound of his nickname on his lips, more than desire, something inexplicable, he looked away. "No, I'm killing myself," he admitted softly.
Walking down the sidewalk they looked for the place that matched the picture Shinso had found on a chat site. "It should be right down here."
Izuku walked next to Kacchan, he'd been excited at first but as they were getting closer, he was starting to feel nervous. He'd always wanted to go out dancing, in fact he and Tenya had tried a few times, but they'd always stopped. Letting out a deep breath he tried to focus on having fun.
"You okay?" Katsuki could see the worry on the nerd's face, bending down he whispered, "it'll be fine just stay glued to me all night, okay?'' Wide green eyes looked at him, he nodded.
"There it is." Ahead was a dull pink shimmer cutting through the dark, barely lighting up the sidewalk. They stopped in front of what appeared to be an old store, it was completely boarded up and painted black, a faint pink neon sign flashed The Swing, there was a small door that was also painted black.
"This place is fucking sketchy," Kiri stood in front of the pink light.
"It's great, isn't it?" Shinso smiled trying to find the door handle.
"Depends on what you define as great," Ojiro glanced up at the building, it looked like it hadn't seen a repair in fifty years.
"Turn on a light, I can't see how to open this fucker," he could barely see the outline in the wall. Finally finding the lever, he opened the door, a wave of smoke and music gushed out into the street.
Izuku's heart was hammering as they walked through the small door. Following Shinso, who paid a girl clothed in black for all of them, Izuku kept his eyes on his back as the group started into the dim interior, lights pulsed around them. It was a small place that was dominated by a dance floor. A blast of white fog blew into the air, Izuku saw a fog machine spewing the smoke into the thick crowd of people. The music was rhythmic, bodies were moving to the beat in a writhing mass. He could see the people on the dance floor were pressed together, sometimes three or four of them, hips gyrating into each other. "What kind of club is this?" Izuku's voice was lost in the vibrating music. There were so many people, he was having a hard time staying with the guys, another person cut him off and Shinso was swallowed up. He looked around panicking. A hand landed on his back, Kacchan walked beside him pointing ahead, he pushed him forward, blocking the multitude of bodies swirling around them. They found the group at a table.
"We fucking lucked out, a group was leaving that recognized Shinso, so they gave us the table," Kiri yelled over the music, "one of the perks of being with him sometimes."
Waiting for the nerd to sit down, Katsuki sat on the outside
"I ordered drinks already for us," Shinso came back to the table. He glanced at the dance floor, his eyes falling back to Ojiro. He tipped his head, "I'm dancing if you want to join me." He walked to the dance floor, moving slowly he found a group of people and inserted himself into the middle, the bodies separated for a moment and then sucked him into the mass.
"Shit this place is fucking amazing, where the fuck are we?" Sero's eyes were wide already checking out the people going by, "gotta love college towns."
Katsuki turned to the nerd, "what do you think?"
"It's crowded," his eyes could finally see in the dim light, the strobe throwing a harsh white light across the crowd. Scanning the crowd, he was fascinated by all the different looks.
"Do a lap with me Kiri," Sero stood and waited as Kiri slid out behind him.
"I'll be right back, don't leave the table," Kiri waved as he disappeared with Sero.
"I guess I can be the place holder, you guys can go dance," Ojiro grabbed their drinks as the server hastily set them down on the table.
"What's that?" Katsuki pointed to a bright blue drink.
Ojiro shrugged, grabbing a beer, "looks sweet."
"That's mine maybe?" Izuku took a small sip, "oh, this is good, I'll take it."
"All yours nerd," Katsuki grabbed his vodka.
"Sero's dancing," Izuku pointed to the dance floor. Sero was between a guy and a girl, the white lights turned to a dazzling array of colors, the music changed slightly, the collective bodies slowed and then picked up the new beat, everything was in sync again.
Looking back at those big green eyes taking in the entire scene, Katsuki smiled. "You came to a dance club, let's dance," he grabbed the nerd's hand and pulled him from the booth.
"I thought you didn't dance Kacchan?"
"When did I say that?"
"Tonight, when I asked you if you wanted to go dancing, when Shinso texted."
"That was before I knew you wanted to go," he continued to guide him out to the furthest edge of the dance floor. "Also, before I saw how everyone was dancing." He was more than happy to plaster himself down the length of Deku's body and hold him there for a while. Yanking the nerd up against his body, he held his hips tight.
Grinning, Izuku buried his face into Kacchan's shoulder, the strong scent of leather and spice extracted a sigh from his lips. Looping his arms around his neck, he moved with the music, trying to swing his body. Hands on his hips stilled him, he shifted his gaze up to Kacchan.
"Follow my lead."
He could barely hear him over the music, but the slow sway of his hips communicated what he wanted from him. Kacchan was not keeping time to the music at all. Izuku blocked out the beat and let his body be controlled by the man holding him, he relaxed into him. The stress of the last few days had been overwhelming, he'd been so occupied in his head about Eri that he'd fallen in bed exhausted. Feeling Kacchan's arms wrap around him every night had been comforting. He wasn't comforted now, in fact the opposite, his heart was pounding out a desperate beat, kiss him, kiss him, kiss him thrumming melodically through his mind with each slow swing of their hips. Izuku blushed at the thought of kissing him on a crowded dance floor but he ached to feel his tongue in his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he reached up for his head.
The nerd's hands dug firmly into his spiky hair, Katsuki was pulled from his reverie of feeling his body, the perfect amount of muscle and softness pressing into him. "What is it?" The words barely out, when a soft mouth covered his, gently sucking at his lips. He blinked, Deku's green eyes reflecting the colors of the lights, he was staring at him, kissing gently. "My fucking green eyes," Katsuki breathed over his lips, he dragged his tongue roughly over his sweet mouth, the nerd meeting him with his tongue.
Acidic lime and bitter alcohol lingered in Kacchan's mouth mixed with the sweetness of blue raspberry liqueur from his own drink, Izuku had never tasted anything better in his life. Each teasing suck of his lips tripped up his nervous system until everything was wired to his touch. He thrust against him unconsciously.
If Katsuki didn't know better, he'd swear the nerd had been with other people, his kiss was demanding and needy all at once. The slight push of his hips gave away what was on his mind. "Fuck this place," backing out of the wall of bodies, he managed to free them from the mass. "We're going to the hotel," he kept his hands firm on Deku's hips, shoving him in front of him as he escorted them both back to the table. As soon as he saw Ojiro and Kiri, he waved, "we're leaving."
"Ah Bakugou, all good, right?" Kiri nodded, his eyes flashing him a worried look.
"Fuck that Kiri, see you."
"Kacchan?"
"Yeah?"
"Didn't you like dancing with me?"
Smirking Katsuki rested his chin on his shoulder, "I did, but it was that fucking kiss nerd." He tugged at a small curl on his forehead, "you are one amazing kisser and I want to finish it back at the hotel."
"Oh," Izuku smiled, he squeezed Kacchan's hands, those words made him want to float right off the ground. Was he really a good kisser? He was hoping to make Kacchan as desperate for him as he was for the blonde. The hotel would be better since he wanted to touch Kacchan in places that would not be acceptable in a bar. Glancing over at a booth across from their own, he saw a man with his head buried in a woman's boobs, Izuku coughed, or maybe it was acceptable? Either way he wanted Kacchan. "Let's go!" He tugged hard on his hand, if they were leaving then they needed to go now.
Kiri watched them wind their way through the crowd quickly, they both had a look of desperation in their eyes. "Fuck."
"What is it?" Ojiro could see his distress.
"Fucking Shinso and his bet," Kiri crunched on the ice left in his drink.
"Bet?"
"Oh, shit, probably shouldn't go there, something that happened when we found out he liked Izuku."
"Shinso likes to bet."
"He fucking does and his cocky ass mouth always makes things worse. Fuck, I really don't want to lose my Naruto."
"What's the bet?" Ojiro could see purple hair out on the dance floor, that was about all, his head would pop up now and then.
"Um," Kiri laughed, the server set down another drink, his third, he was starting to feel his head swim. "Well, if Bakugou fucks Izuku, I lose my Naruto."
Ojiro laughed out loud, "Wait, what?!" Scooting closer to Kiri, he leaned on his shoulder, "What the fuck is this bet? Why do you lose on Shinso's bet?"
"Shinso and Bakugou have a bet, um, more of a threat. Katsuki tends to fuck with the managers, so when he wanted to bunk with Midoriya, we freaked out. Shinso told him that if he did, then he gets to, um," he glanced at Ojiro, "he gets to fuck Bakugou."
"Holy shit," he looked out at the dance floor in time to see a purple head pop up then disappear.
"That's what we all said," Kiri laughed nervously, "I made a side bet with my Naruto against a commercial that wanted me but went with Shinso instead."
"So that's it, Bakugou won't fuck Izuku?"
"Nope, or at least I fucking hope not."
"Is it just fucking?"
"Um," Kiri thought for a moment, "yeah, specifically dick in ass, they were clear."
"So other stuff can happen?"
"I guess so," Kiri shrugged, "I think Shinso was focused on the fucking part of the deal more than anything else."
Ojiro pulled out his phone and began typing.
"Wait, fuck, fuck, don't tell anyone else, Bakugou will flip out if this gets out, I'll be fucking dead!"
"Not telling anyone about the bet, something else," he smiled, "I promise."
Ojiro - No way Blondie will screw with the manager, agreement between band
Vlad - What would make him agree?
Ojiro - can't really say but his ass is on the line if he fucks him, so I think we're good.
Vlad - okay, good to hear, you keep your head in the clear too.
Ojiro - always do.
"You promise you didn't tell anyone?"
"I promise Kiri, the drivers don't want to see Midoriya leave either, that's why I'm here, I was supposed to mess up stuff but Bakugou told me about their past. I could see Midoriya was head over heels about him, so I decided to get off their case." He showed him his phone, "my boss gave me grief though when I told him, so this tidbit helps me get him off my back."
Reading the message Kiri chewed on more ice, "yeah, Izuku's been in love with him forever, fucked him up royally when Bakugou left, something happened though, suddenly he must've forgiven him since their swapping spit now."
"I can see Midoriya being that way, he never holds a grudge against anyone that I know, he's taken a few drivers down a peg when they screwed up, but he always gives everyone another chance."
"Yeah, that's him." Draining the last of his drink, he hiccupped, "I think I better head back soon, I drank too much too fast."
"I can find Shinso and Sero, hang on."
Getting up, Ojiro walked around the massive dance floor, a new wave of smoke billowed out over the crowd, he spotted Sero at a table with a group of people. Trying to stay out of the now expanding dance floor he made it to the table, he waved at Sero, "Kiri wants to leave soon."
"Okay, that's cool, I'll head back with you guys, give me a few minutes?"
"I gotta find Shinso, so I'll text you when we're leaving." Sero gave him a thumbs up.
Winding back around the bodies, he spotted the purple head in the corner. "Fuck," he dug through bodies trying to find him.
The guy Shinso had been dancing with slipped away in the crowd, he was now pressed up between two girls. A blonde head caught his attention as he scooted by him. "Ojiro," he called, squeezing out of his spot, he grabbed his arm. Ojiro spun just as an elbow caught him in the face. "Oh shit! Ojiro!" Shinso pulled him hard towards him, his body slamming into his. He grabbed his head, "fuck are you okay?"
"Yeah," Ojiro rubbed his temple, he could feel the pain throbbing. "Fucking dangerous place." Shinso kissed where his fingers were rubbing. "Stop it," Ojiro jerked, "Shi-" he remembered his promise, "Toshi."
"Say that again," Shinso loved the sound of his name coming from him, even over the loud music, it rang in his ears like trumpets.
"We gotta go, Kiri's drunk."
"Ahh, one dance?" Shinso shimmied against his body, feeling his muscles clench from his movement. Ojiro glowered at him. Sighing Shinso smiled, "okay, I'll stop, c'mon let's get the stupid red-head home."
Texting Sero, they met up outside the club. "Here," Shinso pulled a glass of ice from behind his back, "use this for your head."
"You stole a fucking glass?"
"For you, there was nowhere to put the ice," Shinso smiled as Ojiro grabbed the glass grumbling, he put it on his temple.
The hotel lobby was quiet except for a few people at the bar. "Hey, that's Bakugou," Sero recognized his spiky blonde hair at a booth, a mop of green curls next to him. "They must've decided on a drink."
Walking into the bar they headed towards their table, there was a third person sitting at the booth.
"Oh fuck," Shinso laughed.
"Yeah, oh fuck," Shota Aizawa looked up at the three men, "I came as soon as I heard you might get the contract tomorrow."