Phone buzzing, Izuku stopped pulling it from his pocket, "hey guys, it's my uncle," he ran catching up to the group. "I gotta take this."

"We'll be in this store here, come find us when you're done." Shinso started towards the door, seeing Katsuki follow Midoriya, he grabbed his arm. "He's fucking fine for ten minutes."

"Let the fuck go, you've been dragging me out shopping for a fucking month, I'm done."

"No, you're done when we find what we need. Fuck, come on, I have some new ideas for us." Tugging him through the door, he shot a look back to Izuku, he was sitting at a small table by the front door. "See he's right there."

"Make it fucking quick," Katsuki clicked his tongue, watching as Kiri and Sero were already pulling clothes off the rack.

"Fuck, I love thrift shops," Sero pulled a leather cowboy hat off a shelf, "whaddya think Yuga?" Putting it on, he spun around for him.

"Get that," Yuga pulled it off his head, putting it on his own.

"Oh yeah, fuck, we gotta get that," Sero's eyes wide, his man looked outrageously sexy.

"Here, try this on," Shinso handed Katsuki a shirt and vest combo.

"What the fuck is this shit, I'm good." He pushed it back to him.

"Just go fucking try it on already, ten fucking minutes, the band, remember us? Ten damn minutes." Shinso's face was bright red.

"I fucking remember you, but this is stupid."

"Fine," Shinso leered at Katsuki, thrusting his hips up against his body as he squeezed his firm ass. "Go ahead and cuddle up to that sweet hole that you can't have. Get me that much closer to landing this one."

"You're getting really close to dying Freak, I'm not fucking kidding." Ripping the clothes out his hand, Katsuki stalked to the fitting rooms in the back.

Digging through the next rack, Shinso could feel eyes on him, he spun around. "I know you're my bodyguard, but could you fucking guard me by standing outside?"

"You've been pushing him hard Toshi, especially in the concerts, he's gonna snap on you."

"What the fuck do you know driver? I've known him since he was a pup, believe me I know how far to go with him." Purple eyes gleamed, "talk about someone bending to a strong hand."

"Bakugou?" Ojiro shook his head, "never, other way around, he needs a soft touch."

"What are you? Some fucking psycho analytical doctor or something?" He glared at him. Turning back to the clothes on the rack , he tried to focus on what he was looking for, he felt him move closer. Shinso clenched his jaw, the fucker had pulled back from him so fast it'd made his head spin. He'd warned him, so it hadn't been a shock, or so he thought, but the fucking whirlwind of emotions that had been cascading through his mind since that day had been a huge surprise. It really pissed him off.

"I know people, always have and right now I can see you're angry, fucking going 100 miles an hour to destruction."

"Well that happens when someone fucks around with me." Shinso turned on his heel to move to the next rack, Ojiro's hand gripped his arm stopping him.

"I didn't fuck around with you, I stepped outta line for about two seconds, but if you recall I was clear about everything after that. This is my damn job." Ojiro's nostrils flared, his mouth set, "my fucking life."

"So do your job and go outside and guard me, leave me alone. I'll follow your rules and won't be a dick to anyone in this store, except for Bakugou."

"And me."

Flashing him a fake smile, he smiled sarcastically, "and you." He heard him breathe out heavily before heading to the door, the store beeper going off as he stepped outside. Squeezing the cloth of the shirt in his hand tightly, Shinso closed his eyes. He hated that the asshole never got irritated, that he couldn't push him like Katsuki. He hated that he was so fucking close all the time, but mostly he hated that he couldn't be with him.

"Hey Shinso, what about these boots? Check 'em out!" Kiri pulled down some purple boots, "they look like Daphne boots!" He laughed running over to him.

"Fuck you Kiri," he tried to shake himself from his thoughts. Looking at the purple boots, he blinked, "shit those are nice, what size are they?"

Taking his uncle's call Izuku found a spot by a coffee shop next to the store they'd entered. The entire street was lined with strange shops, he spotted at least four thrift shops, a smoke shop and what appeared to be a men's lingerie shop.

"Midoriya."

"Hey Mr. Aizawa, what's up?"

"Not good news, they blocked our first try, minors are protected like crazy in this industry, so we're going back showing that Eighth is doing the same thing."

"Oh, okay, any news on the release of the promo?"

"No, but someone leaked this morning that the tour is starting in three months, my guess it will be soon, probably in the next few weeks."

"Meantime Eri just sits and waits."

"At least she's back in school now, something to do."

"I guess," Izuku frowned, he felt like Eri was being strung along, "I'm sure she's not happy though," his voice irked, he picked at the wooden table with his nail.

"I'm doing what I can!" Shota shot back. "Go read the contract yourself," he snarled, "I left you a damn copy."

"Sorry," Izuku murmured, "I know you're trying."

"Look, this is going to be tough and it may never happen. She could be stuck in that shitty contract. The only other breach clause is defamation of character, that can be tough, I've never seen anyone go down for that."

"Defamation?"

"To do something that ruins your image to the point of making no money, or fans leaving you. Usually with stars its the other way around, most fans go nuts over stars being stupid. The P.V.'s don't even have it in their contract, hell, I want them to go around and fuck with stuff, gets them on the news."

"Oh, yeah."

Shota tapped his fingers on his desk, he could hear the disappointment in his nephew's voice, he leaned back in his chair. "At least the P.V.'s are doing well, that video, nice job, looks like it made the top ten today." He clicked on a webpage plastered with The Pointless Vandals, it seemed like they were everywhere now. "I also like the interview you did live with Todoroki, it's been picked up by several international music outlets."

"Really?" Izuku was happy for Todoroki, he hadn't been able to scoop him with Eri, so an exclusive interview around the new video had been his way of apologizing.

"Really, I just emailed you some stuff, I've got three different countries asking for them to tour."

Sitting up straight Izuku looked into the store, he could only see Sero and Yuga, "international?"

"Yeah, good job, I always thought it was Midnight with the Lollipops but maybe it was you?"

"NO, no it was Midnight, I learned from her." He heard his uncle chuckle softly.

"I like managers that don't backstab either. Midoriya, when you get back, if you're dead set on going home, I won't stop you." Shota hefted a sigh, "but damn, you've got something here. If you gotta fuck him, do it, but could you think about where this band could go with you?" The silence on the other end was deafening, he smiled, "Okay, sorry, you're the one, the wedding fund is going into place. Think about it though, okay? Look at the email and let's work on dates." He hung up the phone. Spinning around in his chair, he stared at the huge poster of the idiots. How did this fucking shitty band turn it around so fast? Could it really be his bumbling nephew? Whatever the reason, they were starting to fill the hole the Lollipops had left behind.

Tucking his phone in his pocket, Izuku peered in the store, he didn't see anyone. Ojiro was leaning on the wall by the entrance. "They still inside?"

"Yep."

Glancing at the male lingerie shop, Izuku thought for a moment, "do you mind telling them I went to buy a shirt? Text me if you leave, there's something I want to look at for a moment." He blushed a deep red, "alone," he added quietly.

"Sure," Ojiro smiled, "this street's got everything."

"Yes it does," Izuku smiled wistfully, crossing quickly with the light.

Ojiro laughed, Bakugou was one fucking lucky bastard. Manager and band member seemed to be working, but again, they were on tour, in close quarters, what about later? He hoped Midoriya was thinking this through. Walking to the small cafe he bought an iced coffee. He felt a pang as another rush of emotions hit him, fuck, was he going to regret not pursuing the purple brat? He'd been so close to taking the next step, teetering precariously. Seeing him with another person had laid him low. He couldn't shake the image of his arm around her waist, fuck, not a moment went by where he didn't think about him, what might've happened. What if Vlad hadn't thrown him a fucking lifeline and reeled him back to safety? He was thankful, even if it did hurt like hell, at least he knew where he stood now. His own life was easy, not twisted and fucked up like his. He needed to stay impassive and cold, it was his specialty, they didn't call him the machine for fucking nothing. Swirling his coffee cup, he drank, letting the bitter liquid soak on his tongue.

The shop was small, sandwiched between a thrift store and a shoe store, Izuku looked in the window at the display of sexy G-strings for men. Kacchan had liked his jocks, he'd worn the pairs he had, Izuku sighed, but nothing seemed to entice him to play with his ass. At first, he'd thought it was because of his inexperience but lately Kacchan seemed to avoid his butt altogether, focusing on masturbating in every way imaginable. Grabbing the door handle, he paused, everything they'd been doing together was incredible but he'd hoped for more. Biting his lip, he glanced back across the street, maybe Kacchan just needed a nudge, he went inside before anyone saw him.

"Hey."

A soft voice in the back of the store caught Izuku's attention, a man stood in front of a pile of multi-colored underwear, he was clipping tags on them. "Oh, hi." Izuku stared at all the merchandise, eyes wide.

"Need something in particular?"

"Um, underwear?" Izuku looked at the wall of underwear and clothing that were for all kinds of fetishes.

"What are you into?"

"Nothing like this," Izuku pointed to a leather outfit with chains. "I'm looking for something that would be similar to a jock, but," his face burned a bright red.

"Sexier?" the man laughed, walking over to a rack. "These are great, some in different fabrics and colors." He waved him over, "let me look at you." Izuku walked over to him cautiously.

"Look at me?"

A smile cut across his face, "your ass, lemme see it, that way I can pick something out for you."

"Oh," Izuku's cheeks bloomed another shade redder, he turned around pulling his pants tight around his butt. The man whistled low. Izuku looked in the mirror at himself, "what?"

"Fucking Shangri-la that ass there."

"Shangri-la? You mean the city from the book?"

"Yeah, imaginary, made up," he looked at his backside again. "Your ass, it's like a drawing or something, don't see many like it, round at the top, but with a full smooth curve. If you ever need a job, you could be a model for underwear like these, every man in the world would buy this shit if it was on your ass."

"Um, thank you?" Izuku wasn't sure to be offended or flattered.

"I'm flatter, so I go with that style there." He pointed to another pair of underwear, "gives a fuller look, but you," he glanced at his ass again, "just need to frame that Mona Lisa." Laughing at his own joke he dug through the styles. "Whoever gets to see this on you is one lucky man," he winked.

"I guess."

"You guess? Believe me, he's very happy."

"I suppose, not sure," Izuku mumbled. The man held up two pairs from the rack, his eyebrows raised.

"That wasn't a very confident answer."

"I like that one," Izuku pointed to a black pair that had a thick netting fabric. The back appeared to be circular.

"Good choice, want to try it on?"

"Can I?" The attendant handed it to him.

"Try this one too, I think he'd like it as well."

Taking both garments, Izuku followed him to a small closet that had been turned into a fitting room. "Thanks, I'll be right out." He closed the door and began undressing.

"Are you trying to spice things up with these?" The clerk waited but there was no answer. "Sorry, if I'm being rude, I'll leave you alone." He wandered back to his pile.

Letting out a sigh of relief as he heard him head back to the counter, Izuku pulled on the first pair and the guy was right, they framed his butt perfectly. If this didn't move their sexual games to his backside, he was ready to give up. Pulling his pants back on he approached the clerk, "do you have any like these in red?" He held up the pairs he had tried on.

"Yeah, we sure do, they looked good?" He laughed as he caught the mischievous glimmer in his green eyes. "It's fun to seduce your man, right?"

"It is, and you're right, I'm trying to spice things up, well more like get things going."

"Going? Is your man not into those sweet cheeks?

"He says he is," Izuku leaned on the counter and sighed, "but he doesn't do anything, you know, from behind, he wants to go slow." He laughed harshly, "honestly I'm getting a little desperate." Izuku closed his mouth shut, he'd just spilled his sexual frustrations to a complete stranger.

"Go slow, what do you mean?"

"Well, we only do things from the front, um" Izuku played with the underwear, "he never touches my butt, well except for a pat or squeeze."

"Uh, sweetie your man, he's not a bottom, is he?"

"A what?"

The clerk thinned his lips, "oh honey, let's back up and start with you. From this underwear that you're buying I'm guessing you prefer to be the one getting, well not sure how to say this even delicately, getting it?"

"OH! Um, I think so, yeah," Izuku blushed, "I tried a few things once and it seemed to be enjoyable."

The shopkeeper looked at him closely, "sweetie have you even had sex?" The flame of red on his cheeks answered his question. Eyeing him, he moved to another display, "let's back up another step. As one bottom to another, let me help you out. If your partner is a top, and," He looked at him pointedly, "you need to figure that out right away." Shaking his head, he looked back inside the display. "If he is a top, and you're a virgin, what you need to do is prep. He's right in that regard, you gotta go slow and get ready. These are the best we have." He pointed to a shelf in the cabinet.

"What are they?" The entire shelf was filled with various toys, "oh, I've seen these before." Another wave of red washed over him, Izuku touched his cheeks, he was never going to be any color but red in this store.

"This one," he reached into the cabinet pulling out a box, "it's soft, not thick and has a small end, you could go jogging with this thing in, I started with this one." Leaning down he whispered wickedly, "wearing one now."

"You are!" Izuku couldn't help it, he stared at his ass. "Sorry," his eyes darted back to the plug.

"Don't be, it sounds like you don't have anyone to talk to, I really don't mind," he held up his hands, "look where I work. I'm basically a sex therapist, just a whole lot cheaper."

"I guess so, but how does this work?"

"It'll soften you up, it'll make it easier for him and then, well maybe he won't be as worried about the first time."

"You said I could jog in it?"

"Yeah, sure can, might make you cum though, so I wouldn't go out very far," He giggled, pushing two across towards him.

"Wait cum?"

"They're supposed to make things feel good, if it doesn't, then honey, don't stick anything else in there."

"Oh, okay," Izuku laughed nervously. "Why two?"

"Work up, not sure how big your man is, this one is small," he lifted the first box, "and this one is bigger," he pointed to the second one. "You need to get as close to his size as possible." He pointed to a row of dildos, "any of these look like him?"

"Uh," Izuku studied all of the items in the cabinet, "these are all too small."

"Fuck," he blanched, "it's always the big ones, huh?" Walking to a shelf he pulled down another box, "you can add this to the mix but this might be more challenging." He handed him a larger dildo. He watched as his green eyes grew wide. "More his size?" He chuckled.

"Yes," Izuku nodded, "this is much closer," adding it to his pile, the attendant went quiet.

"Closer? Okay look, you need to start wearing one of these today, like now." Reaching up he grabbed a tube of lube, "I'll throw this in on the house."

"Now?" Izuku squeaked.

"Sweetie, if he's a top, who's that big," he pointed to the dildo, "and you show up wearing that underwear, you need to get things ready." Ringing him up, he pointed to a small door. "Bathroom in the back, holler if you need help," he smiled.

"Thanks, I think I can handle this, are you sure it's okay?"

"Why do you think we have a bathroom?" He shooed him into the back.

"Where the fuck is he?" Katsuki looked up and down the sidewalk.

"He said he wanted to go into a store he saw, something about a shirt," Ojiro kept his face straight.

"Fuck," he glanced into the store, Sero was still paying for his hat and some clothes for Yuga. "Which way?"

"He said he'll text us."

"Why do I feel like you're both up to something?" Katsuki clicked his tongue.

"What the fuck do I care if he buys a shitty shirt?" Throwing his now empty coffee container into the recycle bin, Ojiro stretched. "How many more places is he going to drag us to?"

"Fuck, I don't know, he's in a damn mood, could take him a while to blow off steam."

"This really does it for him?"

"Yeah, but he's worked up hard right now." He raised a brow accusingly at Ojiro.

"Don't look at me, I didn't do anything."

"Maybe that's his problem."

"I'm a damn driver asshole, not some fancy ass musician or manager, I live a different life, so leave me the fuck alone." Pushing into the store, he walked to the counter where Sero was laughing with Yuga. "What's next?"

Holding his bag tightly in his hands Izuku came back into the small shop, he'd given up trying to stop blushing, it was impossible. The clerk beamed at him.

"Well?"

"Uh, yeah, it all fits."

"That's good, by the way be careful."

"Be what?" Izuku's brows shot up.

"Your ass, it's nice, but because of your shape it'll move things around a little more than usual, so you might feel it faster than others, get my drift?"

"Move things? Okay, I think I understand." Izuku sighed, what had he gotten himself into? "Thanks for your help," he pushed the door open to leave.

"Oh! And if he turns out to be a bottom, just use the dildo on him." The clerk called out laughing.

Izuku stared at him for a moment, the thought of using the dildo on Kacchan just about dropped him to the floor. He headed out the door, very aware of the underwear and the concealed plug. Seeing a clothing store up further, he stopped and bought a shirt, stuffing it into his bag to hide everything. Coming out of the t-shirt shop, he noticed Ojiro was no longer standing by the coffee shop, he texted Kacchan.

Izuku - Where are you?

Kacchan - At the thrift store with the giant giraffe in the window.

Remembering that display, Izuku began walking quickly towards the store, after about thirty feet, he slowed down, green eyes going wide. "OH," he squeaked, shifting. He definitely needed to walk slower, a wonderful feeling was starting to build in his ass. Finding the store, he saw Ojiro standing outside, he waved. "They inside?"

"Yeah, just got here," he nodded curtly.

"Are you okay?" Izuku paused, Ojiro seemed irritated, something he'd never seen in all their time together.

"Yeah, I'm fine bossman, just a little tired. Sorry if I sound cranky." He looked off down the street.

Izuku could see he wasn't fine, but he didn't want to pry, he'd talk when he was ready. "Well, if I can do anything for you, let me know," he went inside the store.

"This is all I want," Shinso held up a belt. He spied Izuku coming in the front door. "Hey manager, where've you been?"

"I needed a few things, sorry I'm not good at thrift stores, I can never find my size." A hand landed on his ass and squeezed. Jumping straight up in the air, he spun into a defensive stance, knocking into a huge rack of sunglasses that lurched as he slammed against the display, yelling he tried to grab the wobbling stand as it crashed to the floor.

"Oi, fuck Deku, watch out!" Katsuki grabbed him as he was about to topple over with the entire display, he yanked him back to his feet. "Are you okay?"

"Oh shit!" Izuku grabbed at Kacchan's waist, sunglasses spilled across the floor.

"I'm fucking sorry, you jumped sky high when I grabbed you," Bakugou chuckled bending down to pick up the sunglasses.

Bending over to help, Izuku immediately straightened up. "OH," he gasped.

Shinso watched him shoot back up, "you look like someone stuck a stick up your ass," he laughed picking up the sunglasses.

"Ah yeah, I'm fine," he dropped to his knees and began to help clean up.

Walking down the sidewalk the entire group wore their new sunglasses. "How many pairs did they make you buy?" Katsuki adjusted the new shades on his face.

"Eleven pairs, most are scratched, but at least only four are broken."

"They're great sunglasses," Shinso searched in the bag for the purple pair he'd seen that matched the pair he had on, "I'll take these," he swapped out the glasses. Pulling out his phone, he held it in the air, snapping a photo. "By the way, I found our next outing."

"Ooo Shin, what is it?" Pinky pushed her sunglasses on her head as she peered into the cool shop displays.

"A trampoline park."

"A what?" Izuku paled, he looked at everyone, "is that something we should do? Is it safe?"

"Safe?" Shinso gave him a strange look, "it's a kid's place Izuku, fucking safe for babies, come on, it's a few blocks over."

"Oh shit," Izuku breathed out.

The trampoline park was in a huge warehouse set back in an industrial area that started right after the main drag. Getting a wristband and a pair of socks, Izuku sat on a bench staring at his feet. The Interrupters In The Mirror blared through the entire space.

"Hurry up Midoriya," Shinso ripped off his shoes and socks, putting on the thick blue jumping socks. "This place looks great."

Plopping down next to him Bakugou removed his shoes, "I like this place Freak, did you see the basketball area? No one's in there, let's grab it. I've never played trampoline basketball." The nerd's face was ghostly white, he leaned into him. "Don't get scared Deku, you love this stuff, I remember you always did well in gymnastics."

"That was a long time ago Kacchan, I haven't done that in a while." Breaking out in a sweat, he eyed the people out on the trampolines. Izuku needed to run to the bathroom to pull out his plug. It had been great walking here but the thought of getting out and jumping had his stomach doing backflips. Kacchan knelt down in front of him, pulling off his shoes and socks carefully, he rolled the blue socks on his feet. He rubbed his calves gently, his red eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Come on, stay with me, I'll make sure no one jumps on you," Bakugou pulled him up and pushed him out to the main floor. Sero and Kiri were already leaping from one trampoline to another making their way to the basketball court. Jumping on the first trampoline, Katsuki leapt across to the next one, he turned with a big smile on his face, holding out his hand as he waited for the nerd.

It was the smile on his face. The biggest, sweetest smile that plucked at Izuku's heartstrings. He saw Kacchan at twelve, happy, ready to have fun with him. The panic that had descended on him completely disappeared. "Fuck it," Izuku stepped on the trampoline leaping high to follow him.

Laying on his side on a metal bench, watching the guys put on their shoes, Izuku decided that he'd waited way too long to wear one of these things. If he could survive two hours in a trampoline park with a plug, well, he smiled, he could survive anything. Outside of having to readjust things a few times, he'd found clenching his cheeks kept everything in place nicely. What he hadn't counted on was the amazing high he'd reached a few times. Bouncing and jumping just moved it differently than walking, so much more that he'd about cum twice. Each time he'd gone to sit and relax, Kacchan had assumed he was taking a breather, thankfully.

"That was great!" Shinso hugged Bakugou, "fuck we haven't had a night like that in a while."

"Freak, you picked a good one this time." Katsuki glanced up at the nerd, he laid on the bench, an interesting look on his face. He was probably thinking about something good based on the faraway look in his eye. He hoped he was thinking about him, but that was probably egotistical on his part. Maybe jumping around had worn him out so much he was really relaxed.

"Food!" Yuga yelled as he ran across the lobby. "Sero! I need food!"

"Let's grab some dinner and then head back."

"As long as we get meat, I'll eat anything," Katsuki smiled, putting on his shoes.

Getting back to the hotel it wasn't late but they were all worn out, "I'm heading up," Sero yawned, hugging Yuga, "concert tomorrow, see you guys."

"Are you going up too?" Shinso looked at Bakugou.

"Look at him," he pointed to Izuku who stood by the elevator, looking like he was on a different planet. "Not sure where his brain is tonight but he probably needs sleep. See ya," he waved, catching up with the nerd to go upstairs.

"Fuck," Kiri and Pinky had gone up earlier too and the other Babies weren't due in town until tomorrow. Thankfully Ojiro hadn't shown his face in the hotel yet. Shinso poked his head into the lounge, it was busy, maybe he could hide from him in here. Strolling to the bar he sat down and ordered a drink. The bartender set the glass down, Shinso took a sip and licked his lips, sweet and salty, the way he liked it. Sighing he leaned on his hand, what the fuck was he going to do tonight? Sleep would be fleeting at best. Squeezing the lime into his drink, he mixed it quickly. He felt someone come up behind his chair.

"Excuse me," a woman peeked over his shoulder. "Are you a Wonder?" Shinso leaned back in his chair smiling, the woman's face was completely fixated on him. His purple eyes lit up at the tone of awe in her voice, now here was a fan.

"Caught me," he lifted his hands laughing.

"I knew it!" Sitting down she smiled, pulling her long soft braid over her shoulder, it had a light purple sheen.

"I like your hair."

"You do?" she giggled, "I guess the color is a little different, but," she reached up and twisted one of Shinso's curls around her finger, "not everyone likes plain colored hair."

"I definitely don't," Shinso caught her wrist and kissed the inside gently. He liked when someone came on fast, he knew what to expect and didn't have to play games. "Can I buy you a drink?" Her blue eyes traveled over his body.

"Only if it's to go."

A smile played across his lips, "to go? Where are you going?"

"Wherever you want to take me," she purred softly, arching one brow. "I've had a crush on you for years, I can't believe I'm right here with a Wonder."

"I have drinks in my room."

"That's a much better idea." Getting up, she twirled out of her chair, her dress swung around her figure, not clinging, but it was clear she had a plush body with lots of curves. She waited for him to pay his bill. He put his hand on her waist and walked her to the large bank of elevators. "I didn't catch your name."

"Names are silly things, you can call me Nelly, how's that?"

"Nelly, simple, I like it, you can call me-" she stopped him.

"I know your name Shinso," she flashed him a small smile. As they rounded the corner to the elevators, there was a shorter blonde man waiting for the elevator, he was scanning his phone, she felt Shinso's body tense next to her.

"Ojiro," Shinso tried to keep his voice pleasant as he stepped up behind him.

"Toshi," Ojiro turned, his stare obvious as he took in the woman on his arm. "I see you have company," he motioned them onto the elevator as it opened.

"Don't be stupid, you can ride up with us."

Rubbing his neck, Ojiro looked away, "I forgot something on the bus, I'll catch the next one." Turning he walked quickly away.

The doors slid shut, Shinso tightened his grip around Nelly's waist. "Our bus driver," he commented casually.

"Oh, you're on tour?"

"I'm in a new band."

"You are? I didn't realize, how exciting, what kind of music?"

"Different," the elevator doors slid open, he walked her to his room opening the door. He flipped on the back lights over the small sitting room, keeping the room semi-dark.

"Lovely room," she walked around slowly, stopping at the bed, "is it comfortable?" She asked as she hooked her thumbs into the straps of her dress. She smiled wickedly letting the dress slither down to the ground, she pushed it aside with her foot.

"It's fantastic," he laughed and stepped into her body, pushing her down on the bed. He began kissing her, sucking on her lips, she tasted of mint. Dragging her lip through his teeth, he sucked hard, biting at her flesh.

"Ow, be gentle," she cooed, rubbing her lip.

"Sorry," Shinso murmured, softening his mouth, he kissed her more tenderly. Running his hands up her body, he felt her soft curves, her skin felt smooth. Unclipping her bra, he took one soft breast in his hand, gently pinching her nipple.

"Ooo, that feels good."

"I hope so." Breaking his mouth away from the kiss, he sucked on her nipple, pulling at her hard bud with his teeth.

"Ow, again," she gasped, pushing him back, "gentle sweetie, you must have a rough lover." Shinso looked up at her, his purple eyes studying her. He sat up. Picking up her dress, he handed it to her.

"W-What's this?"

"Sorry but it won't work."

"What do you mean? If you like it rough, I - I can try."

"No, actually I was being nice, really nice," he looked down in his lap at his crotch and winked, "we won't get anywhere tonight like that."

"Oh," she grimaced, "sorry I guess I like it gentle and sweet." She clipped her bra and pulled her dress back on quickly. "Okay, well," she stood awkwardly. "It was nice to meet you Shinso." Walking to the door, she slipped on her shoes and taking a last look at him she waved and walked out the door.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Shinso fell back on the bed. Reaching down he rubbed his dick, it was soft. "Fuck," he knew better, men were easier, he could get rough without as much trouble, but occasionally a woman would surprise him nicely. Standing up he rummaged through the dresser pulling out his sweats. He glanced out his large window, he could see the large parking lot where Thirteen was parked prominently in the back. A small figure was walking directly to the bus. Leaning his forehead on the cool window, Shinso felt the intense rush of tears. Who was he kidding? That's who he wanted, it wasn't rough or gentle, she'd just been the wrong person. Clenching his hand, he felt like Bakugou, ready to drive his fist into the nearest wall. The one fucking person he wanted, didn't want him.

Running to the bus Ojiro opened up Thirteen, he paced the small living area. He'd expected Shinso would go back to sleeping with other people at some point but to see him with her, his heart was beating too fast, bending over he tried to breathe calmly. What the fuck was his problem, get over it, get over him, there was nothing there to begin with! He stood up shaking out his shoulders, walking towards the kitchen, he leaned on the counter. The door to his room as open walking slowly down the hall, Ojiro stood in Shinso's bedroom looking around. There were an odd assortment of things, some bags from the thrift shops flung into a corner, a mass of belts on the floor. Wandering into the bathroom, he peered into the shower. Stepping into the large space, he closed the door, it smelled of him, the sharp fragrance of his soap. Wrapping his arms around his body he closed his eyes, listening hard to the memory of the song he'd sung to him. This time though the only sound echoing against the shower walls was the low keening of his own soft sobs.