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"Who are'you again?" It was said in a semi-disgruntled manner. He crossed his arms on the couch. He really didn't want to agree to this, but he felt that perhaps Aiwaza was right. He had to figure out a way to control the rage, overcome what the man had planted inside him, then what X-ON had done to his head.

He had to do it for himself; for Kasaya. He was surprised that he let him lean on him. He hadn't helped him up off the sidewalk that night when he'd plopped down after he was running after him playing tag, albeit he did make a test out of it. But that was the thing, Saya had passed with flying colors.

Help.

It used to disgust him, set him in a bad mood.

But he was starting to realize if it came from the right people, people who actually gave a shit, then it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it'd be.

Kasaya told him that he had this too, just like that night when he didn't reach his hand down for him, but stood over him looking.

And he did damnit!

He crunched his fists in on his crossed-armed hold.

No doubt Kasaya was more lenient now with his 'being a bit of crutch' for him to lean on, as they were seeing each other, but he'd promised him. He promised him that he will find a way to control his rage! Too free himself from this shit storm that he constantly lived in.

He could see Kasaya, in his mind, there with his hands in his pockets, standing above him, the dimple showing on his left side as he smirked, looming over with navy hair blowing in the wind. His expression alone empowering.

Satoko had this look on his face that night that was like looking at someone, and knowing they had important things in store for them, but he was idle, choosing to sit back and let him make his own decisions.

Allowing him to make their own decisions, just as he'd always been.

How that set a spark to run through him.

But as he hadn't stood up from the cement, Saya looked over his shoulder and said 'Comin' or not?'.

A brisk breeze the man was. It wasn't holding a hand, that statement, but it was as if Saya was telling him by saying that and walking ahead, that life keeps going.

That he was going to keep going.

Keep moving.

There was no other option.

Bluntly, in that simple statement he laid it out for him: Either stand up on your own, and come, make that decision, or get lost in the tide; let life pass you by as you struggle.

Would he be that person?

He would not.

Bakugo was not a quitter and his life was in his grasp. His life... he wanted Kasaya in it, even more so than now!

Katsuki would get up! Katsuki would rise!

All for their relationships sake. He would strive to be a better partner, a better lover, and he would not let time escape him.

All the time belonged to them damnit! Not to past issues.

He swooped up the coffee on the side table, he'd nearly drank all of it. It was given with hazelnut creamer. This doctor, for sure, was after the goods. Hazelnut was a weakness for him. He blew, the last bit was still hot.

Lover.

My gods, did he want that. He shivered, moving his fingers around the edge of the cup.

Katsuki had been pondering... even in the simple things he wanted to show his love of him: To leave a lily flower on his pillow. To brush his hair for him. To touch him in hidden places.

He didn't want to take his masculinity away with those things, just to show appreciation, that was all. He so enjoyed how manly he was, so lean his body, abs so tight. There were airs about him that were feminine. Those lips. That hair. His soft fuckin' skin.

Such a mix of both, a perfect recipe.

He was so poor. He hoped that his time, his obvious feelings, his actions were enough.

All this striving to hopefully gain a place in his mind that he could permanently stay. He wanted to unload all his bags there. He didn't want to have everything packed and ready-to-go in two hours anymore! He wanted to stay!

He was to the point where like a boy, he would beg. He would scream and bottom's of Saya's jeans on the floor like a pitiful idiot, because he had such a thing about 'being abandoned', and he was so close to him.

That was how he always felt. Alone for so long, with a grandma who was there, sort of, but then now... she really wasn't.

He wanted to hear those three words come out of Saya's lips in his gentle tone: I love you.

Bakugo's heart was racing in his seat.

Someone! For someone to feel that way about him.

Kasaya said he wanted him to be his only addiction. Quickly, and vastly he was becoming such.

And would work damn hard to earn that right! Bakugo would earn the right to those three words and the feelings behind what those words meant.

Even doing therapy. He'd do it.

Saya alone was more powerful than words, than his quirk, than anything. Like a spear, he drove a hole through his heart that'd been so cold for so long and made it bleed.

Earning his love was Bakugo's ambition.

"I'm Dr. Toshinori Yagi." The blonde man pushed up on his glasses, crossed his legs in on the couch. "I'm on campus a lot."

Bakugo looked the guy up and down from his seat, wanting more coffee.

Maybe he had seen him? He thought he saw Deku once, talking to him in the courtyard last year. 'Yeh.' That was where he saw him, but he'd been much skinnier then, he looked like he'd started lifting or something since.

Why would Deku have the need to talk to a therapist? A clinical psychologist employed by UA?

"And you're Aiwaza's... ?"

The blonde pushed up on his glasses and nodded.

Yagi thought Aiwaza in his glasses looked much better than when he wore them.

Shota's were a nice tortoise shell shade, large framed. His were smaller, more square, jet black. Shota was actually walking around his apartment this morning with them on (as he couldn't see), to rummage around for none other, than his own glasses!

Reading glasses. Damn they were both getting old! But getting old together.

"That's right." Toshi chuckled thinking about how Eraserhead was getting stressed, but then eventually had found them as they were just in the bathroom.

This was his regular job now. A therapist. He'd been so concerned he wouldn't find something a few months back, but now, this job was almost as new as his relationship.

Him as Yagi Toshinori, just a normal person, was turning out to be okay. Getting adjusted to being a member of society, and not as a pro hero, this would make it easier. Plus, this was his original goal at UA before he had One For All given to him.

Yagi was studying at UA, was just a quirkless teen, wanting to gain an understanding of how people struggle with getting adjusted to their quirks, so he could still help the world in some sort of manner.

Quirks in this world, they really could be hard to deal with. Hard on the body, hard on the mind, hard on the heart, they could emotional wreck, tear you up, and break you down.

Therapy was a good line of defense for struggling teenagers who were having problems, who sometimes had nobody else to talk to, or felt they had nobody else to talk to. If they sought out help while still in high school, they would have better chances at adjusting themselves to the world, and not falling into underground scenes, and becoming a villain.

He thought back on his college and then doctoral school (which he recently just finished). Finally, the time as All Might was coming to an end. But being All Might, all of it had been so worth it. His doctorate too, albeit a bit later in life that he had to finish, it was worth it.

As soon as UA got wind he graduated, and of course as the dean knew he was the possessor of One For All, hired him immediately as part of the clinical staff at UA.

It was his superhero 'cover' now. If people asked about the 'random guy' walking around on campus (which he wasn't out on campus a lot as it was anyway), he was now a doctor here. He could be open about living on campus, being in the campus buildings, could eat in the cafeteria. The difference now, was he'd had a regular job opportunity pretty much given to him, so he could work and earn money, aside from the money he earned as a pro hero, but soon he'd just make an income from doing therapy.

He already had students seeing him (of course not right now due to winter break), a couple D's, few C classers, a 3-B, Tokoyami and Bakugo now too.

Tokoyami was a tormented person. Not only did his quirk Dark Shadow get uncontrollable in the darkness, flowing around him like a hurricane, but he also struggled still with the fact that he's a mutant and was bullied all his life (until UA where he made friends) as his human head was changing to that of a bird's; all due to the fact that he still did not have complete control over Dark Shadow. How it tore him up because he knew his human face was trapped underneath the feathers, like a mask. Tokoyami had broke down into tears and Toshinori held him in his arms as he cried.

This would be his job forever. For the rest of his time on this planet. He would do it for kids like Tokoyami, who were in shocking pain, this was his original calling.

He will never give up on it.

He will never give up on them.

But unlike Aiwaza, and a lot of the other heroes, he could go out in public and not be attacked too. Go shopping. Buy clothes. Groceries. Hair cuts.

Usually they were small fries. Little criminals that got up the gumption.

What was ridiculous was that it never used to be this way.

Small time criminals heard that Eraserhead was coming, and they'd run, take off.

Aiwaza's quirk, when he used it, was damn near frightening. His eyes glowed red, and his hair lifted. A very strong mental quirk that made him look demonic, but he wasn't at all. He was a gentle man, cloaked in a huge layer of blunt on the outside that made everyone turned off when they spoke to him.

Now, both the boys (Bakugo and Satoko) knew underneath that blunt, were feelings. Eraserhead was not 'flat', he was just tired.

Aside from wearing his slitted goggles while fighting to mask what villains quirks he'd take away, as that was a good defensive tactic, he also hid his eyes from the public with them while he was fighting because when they glowed red, they scared people.

But these villains. They were not scared any more.

The criminal atmosphere was changing.

They pulled knives and guns, used quirks. They lunged. They unashamedly spit and knashed.

Things were quickly escalating! Becoming different. And he wanted to know why!

He'd even told Shota that he'd help him organize his sister's affairs as long as he'd let him, just so every time he stepped off campus he didn't have to get into fights before seeing his sister. He'd showed up at the hospital so many times with blood on him already, stirring up his sister in her hospital bed. His sister didn't need that stress right now.

The less places that he had to go visit, the better. He had to meet the lawyers, which meant going to their office. He had to stop by her daughter's high school (his niece) to pick her up sometimes to help out. Shota was beginning to check out funeral homes. He was trying to go to floral shops to figure out arrangements.

It was a lot on him too. Eraserhead was stressed. He needed a break, but he never got one.

Eraserhead just wanted to have a semblance normal fuckin' life, but between the criminal activity upsweep, his sister, it was impossible.

And so, Yagi would go out of his way.

He could not stand watching Shota cry in his sleep anymore.

He pulled the weight. Any task work he'd do for him, he could, because nobody knew who he was. No criminals, nobody. As Yagi he was just a regular looking guy.

Flowers. Done.

Funeral price listings. Done.

Cemetary plot prices. Done.

He brought everything back for him.

Just so Aiwaza could focus solely on getting to the hospital to see her as quiet and secretively as possible. UA even had an underground exit that only the pro heroes knew about. The maps of the campus didn't even exist online. The dean wouldn't allow it.

So, as soon as Eraserhead described his feelings to him on Bakugo, and about what the kid had been going through, and as Yagi had sworn oath to his doctorate and to his position at UA to keep all patient sessions 100% confidential, he knew he was the best option.

Especially after Shota had told him that Katsuki's hate revolved around All Might.

So Yagi did possess a bias, but just because he wanted to know why. On a personal level, it didn't hurt him, not at all, everyone was entitled to feel however they so choosed. He wasn't out to change Bakugo's mind, to try to win him over to his side.

He just wanted to help him like he was helping Tokoyami and the others.

Strange it was that he was All Might, and he was the one that Bakugo despised, that shot him into these rages, and he was treating him now in therapy.

Toshinori honestly was worried. What the hell would happen if Bakugo found out he was All Might?

That would end in flames.

The deal he made to Aiwaza was that he was to just remain Toshinori Yagi, himself, and to not hint, use his power or change his form into the 'Venice Beach bod', as dubbed by none other than Shota, while around him.

And he agreed of course.

"So you're Hero Class." Yagi continued. He knew he was. He was just trying to start conversation, somehow.

This was the one that bullied Midoriya to death when he was little. It was odd that for as much an animal as Midoriya made him out to be, that he was sitting here so calmly right now, and he was 'seeing' a boy.

He bet that Midoriya never would of expected that, of all things! It was not his place to say anything to Midoriya, of course, all confidential, but it was just mind-changing, revolving, understanding these secrets things about someone, especially when all you knew of someone was what another kid was telling you.

"Yeh." Bakugo looked into his empty cup on the coffee table.

Toshinori smirked, observant as always, sat his clipboard and papers down, took the mug and went over to the coffee pot in the corner of the room to fill it.

Surpringly, Bakugo came over to the floor to ceiling window of Toshinori's patient room, the morning light filtered then across his skin, and he put a palm on the glass, it was cold.

Toshinori looked over from the buffet table along the wall where the tea and coffee was kept. He could tell there was tension under the surface, but it was still not as bad as he'd seen before. He'd fought him as All Might once, as he'd been paired with Midoriya (worst idea ever), and he was vicious. That was just spring last year.

That was a good topic! Maybe he should start there. "It's says on the UA log you don't have a hero name."

"What I wanted Midnight said no to."

"Oh?" He chuckled. 'Oh yeh.' Midnight could be a tough cookie in that! "What was it you wanted?"

"Lord Explosion Murder." The way it came out of his mouth wasn't angry though. Rather, with his on-looking demeanor, those three words seemed strange and unfitting.

Bakugo smirked. Truly his persona was not the same anymore. It was growing to be less brimstone, less hell fire, less 'murder', blow everything to shreds. More of only the 'Lord' part than anything. His pride fell under gaining Saya's tenderness, and keeping it. His whole being. His kingship was over him. He wanted it to be over him and him only.

Kasaya was his map: Beautiful, and full over rivers, lush forests. He wanted to conquer it all. But not with explosive, forceful power, but with grace.

All his fighting, his tactics they were different now too. Kasaya and him still trained martial arts everyday (but they were allowed for the time being to use the pro hero gym, which hid them from walking around on campus), and further more, he was integrating those skills into his power.

He recognized that it was evening out. His power and his physical skill. And that was actually making him better.

Saya still had a 'don't owe me' sense to it too, always able, always willing, always when he fell over, how so quick he'd either start moving on without him, forcing him to stand on his own and continue on, or...

Saya would get down on his knees, put his hands over him on both sides and look down on him, tease him with a kiss, whisper how he'd touch him later, color in his tattoo.

Coaxing that was though. Coaxing.

'So mean.' He smirked.

"Given it any thought since?" Yagi handed him the mug with lots of hazelnut.

He took it, he was trying to stay calm. He did not want to be here. But he was forcing himself.

"No." He blew on the coffee. "But..." Bakugo closed his eyes, opened them. "I'm not that anymore."

"Lord Explosion Murder?" Toshinori stood aside him looking out too. Man, UA was a ghost town.

"Yeh." His hand remained on the glass looking at the clouds, hoping it would snow. He loved the snow. "somethin'..." He took a first small sip. He had to do this. Saya was his strength. He was his own strength. His strength was no longer blowing shit all to hell, his partner had showed him that. "I'm somethin'else."

"Hm. You know. Aiwaza went through seven names before he decided on one. He told me that once."

"Why?" Bakugo turned his head. 'Really?'

"He kept changin'." Yagi poked a thumb into his chest. Indicating that he meant internal change. "He screwed up a ton when he was younger."

"Like what?"

Toshinori laughed. "He'll have t'tell you. I can't say."

"Ah, because you're a doctor." Bakugo looked away. 'Got it.'

"No." His laugh was settling. "Because he's my boyfriend. I'm not breakin' that trust."

Bakugo turned his head back quick. Damn his curiosity! He actually wanted to know. He swore up and down that it helped him cope with change, but it always made him want information. He bit. "How long'you guys known each other?"

'No need lying.' Yagi smirked. "Almost 10 years."

"I've only known Saya 6 months." He sipped on his coffee, looking now off to the courtyard. He kept having to repeat in his head: None of this was going outside this room. None of this was going to be said anywhere else. He had to trust that. Somehow he had to trust that.

He had to stay cool.

He had to stay calm.

He had to.

"It feels like I've known him my whole life." He let it come out.

Yagi smiled. It was adorable the admittance of that. He wanted to put a hand on his shoulder and shake him a bit in the strong joy he felt right now that Bakugo was feeling that feeling. But he didn't. He wanted to keep the space. He was just a therapist, not a friend.

"It's different for me and Aiwaza."

"Hn?" Bakugo.

The long haired blonde scratched an eyebrow. "Like uh..." This was kind of personal. "Life never took either one of us down a path of normalcy."

"I know about his sister." And he'd beat the shit out of him over it when he'd said that that was the reason he couldn't do the physical blocks of Saya's course work and had to hand it over to All Might. He regretted that, especially now that he knew his professor on a more personal level than any of his other classmates. Aiwaza hadn't deserved that.

"Yeh. That makes his life still very hellacious. Just one shit situation after another I guess."

Bakugo's eyebrows raised. The doctor just cussed? 'Alright.' That let him relax a tad. At first he couldn't see the connection between his professor and the therapist but now he was starting to get it.

People. He hated everyone.

But he didn't hate Saya anymore, nor Eraserhead. So, there were two people in his life he could stand being around, one he loved being around actually.

He smirked again into his hot drink.

Maybe this guy would be the same. He was Aiwaza's guy as a matter of fact, and them knowing each other that long. 10 years. That meant something right?

"Maybe you should start thinkin' it over again." Yagi. He changed the subject. Yet again, where that conversation was going was to a place where Aiwaza would have to share that if he wanted about the things that happened in his past relationships.

"My hero name?"

"You jus'said you aren't the same anymore."

Bakugo looked at him and went over and sat back down on the couch.

Yagi surprisingly turned too, sat on the other side. Not by him close, but close enough to hand him a notepad. "Here. Brainstorm for'awhile."

Usually Bakugo would scream because someone was trying to tell him what to do. But not right now. His mind filtered too much with all sorts of thoughts on what he would want. He really hadn't thought about it since last year.

"Think on it, it's what people will be callin' you."

"I don't care 'bout that." It was a little snappy from under the coffee cup edge.

"What do'you care 'bout then?"

"What Saya thinks of it."

"Ah." He smirked. "Then take'em back with you and tell him."

"Yeh." He will. Another spurt came out: "I thought this shit was supposed t'be 'bout sappy fessin' up for a few hours."

Toshinori laughed. "No." It came out loud. "It's just about lettin' come out whatever wants to come out."

Lettin' come out whatever wants to come out.

He'd said that in a text to Aiwaza about Satoko.

This Toshinori took his therapy the same way that he had been doing with Kasaya. Of course, at the time the navy haired teen was openly starting to feed him information, and he was still playing a game.

But this wasn't a game.

Toshinori wanted to hear it, was ready for it whenever he wanted to give it, if at all, and like Kasaya, Toshinori was just letting him make his own decisions.

Katsuki could respect that.

Bakugo smirked at the guy taking the notepad. "Alright. I'll start thinkin' about it again."

"End of day, thank gods." He felt like celebrating.

Kasaya had passed the rope climb late afternoon with flying colors:

"ALRIGHT MY BOY!" All Might slammed out of his mouth. "This rope is 200 ft! Climb best you can on my mark!" He had a whistle in his mouth, dressed in one huge XXL signature UA training uniform, except it was not baggy. All Might was huge, had it filled out completely!

"No problem." Kasaya said flat.

The whistle blew.

Like lightning itself he was to the top.

All Might stopped his stopwatch. 1 minute. 4 seconds.

All Might's smile was unaltered as unusual. "EXCELLENT!" He yelled up. Under it though, under that smile, Toshinori could of almost pooped himself. Midoriya wasn't even there yet! He'd only given him about a third of One For All.

Kasaya had ALL of For One's All. It was 100% inside of him.

But it showing physically? He didn't remember the previous possessor of then power, Stella, his friend, being this fit!

Eventually, Midoriya once handed all of One For All would best Satoko physically, as it was a physical quirk.

But, this Satoko, he was beyond cut, and for not using his quirk to do these tests, it was amazing.

It left All Might senselessly speechless about it on the inside.

Somehow, it didn't make sense to him though. If the navy headed teen honed his quirk, he would be moreless an astounding 'wizard', but physicality was not a part of that.

All Might knew just from the first day today, that this kid, this teen, had been training his body for a number of years already. He had a juvenile record, but what kid would think of tirelessly training themselves to the bone on their own?

Usually a juvenile record was because they'd been making stupid choices, stealing stuff, breaking into places, etc.

This just proved... there was something else. And what other thing was that exactly?

Nobody.

Nobody.

NOBODY... climbs a 200 ft rope that fast.

He knew this kid was capable of so much more than just these military physical tests.

Formidable.

If stuck on his own, brain power and quirk worn, ragged, his body would pull him through.

"ALL RIGHT SATOKO MY BOY! GET DOWN! THE NEXT EXERCISE IS A RUN!"

The teen started hopping down the rope like a monkey, and when it got about 30 feet from the floor he just let go.

"NO!" All Might shouted suddenly. He'd break his leg!

But Satoko landed absolutely soundless on the floor, in a low stance.

"What?" Kasaya stood, commented bland. "Martial Arts." He shrugged it off. "I'm ready for the run. Let's get it over with."

Kasaya snapped a little vodka bottle off.

All Might sounded like he almost lost it when he jumped off that rope!

Saya couldn't help it. The stuff they were having him doing was mere child-play. The run afterwards had been nothing too, 6 miles. No problem. He didn't even run his fastest. Didn't need to.

Kasaya plugged in his phone to his charging dock that he had set up in the dean's lounge, and quickly plugged in the speakers that he'd grabbed and unhooked from his desk stereo before they had to semi-permanently leave their room.

He was feelin' good!

Especially after the earlier part of the day spent with Aiwaza, where he'd cried into him about how he was feeling. He'd broke down. He'd told him that his goal now was to save people. It wasn't just Bakugo anymore, it wasn't just about himself, it was about the people.

To save them from the Connely's, and whoever the hell thy worked for? Reported to?

He'd told Aiwaza their last name. He'd found he trusted him enough to do so. He had been a bit worried, in his mind said a silent sorry to Hisashi, but keeping his older brother's word it was becoming less and less important.

He'd find a way not to go to jail. He didn't trust All Might as far as he could throw him, but he had Shota and Bakugo.

People were truthful who surrounded him right now; he had Eraserhead as a role model: Someone he actually knew was logical, kind, did things for humble reasons, for the right reasons, and those reasons were because he wasn't showy, he wasn't out to gain popularity, he did it because he cared, he genuinely gave a shit about the world and her citizens. He cared that people were dying, getting stabbed, being used, being shattered, and it hurt him. It scared him.

The reason Satoko looked up to him was because... Aiwaza Shota was real.

It was all Saya could of asked for out of another person.

He couldn't admire someone whose head was up in the clouds, who only thought of how fighting villains brought them more into the public eye, gave them magazine spread deals, contracts for interviews on tv shows.

He smirked, snapping a bunch of the bottles off at the same time, drinking 6 right in a row.

This was what alcohol was intended for. For celebratory purposes, to unwind. He knew drinking a lot of his little bottles in a row meant cutting back through the whole next week, but Suki was slowly replacing things in his head.

Bad memories with good, new, fresh ones.

His drinking was evening out, and life, it was... better. It was actually getting better.

He wanted to celebrate mostly because... He, Satoko Kasaya, he would be a hero now. Or some semblance of such?

No matter.

He, on his own, came to that conclusion, and he was actually content with it; that thought at the start of UA used to make him sick to his stomach. Maybe he might not join a league, but by taking on Ashley and her father, and saving people from imminent death, that was what heroes did right? They took down the evil, wrecked it? Tore it up? And set people free?

Whether professional or unprofessional (to just do this and that was it), he could give himself the title of 'hero', for now.

A hero named Disaster. Perfect irony.

A disaster he was made, but this disaster would come in and with his power trample plans, ensnare those whose aim was to hurt, and he'd know every second of it... it'd be like Aiwaza said: He'd be saving himself in the process of saving others.

Then like his role model, Eraserhead, he'd walk away. A gentle smile in his face in knowedness of what he'd done, in his victory, a humble feeling that he did what was right, to disappear into the fold of the crowd. Walk back into society, disappearing as fast as he came in to pull the people out.

Reclusive. But in it... regular. Normal.

Let them cheer if they wanted. He'd just wave a little and walk away. No interviews.

If a hero agency accept him, they'd have to understand truly that was how he'd want it. Not much publicity, that he wanted to keep his humility in tact, no matter how he felt on the inside.

"Yeh." Kasaya lit a cigarette. He didn't care that he was lighting one up inside. A lot of people smoked indoors in Japan, and this building didn't have a smoking restriction on it like the dorms. Plus, it was dark outside already anyway, and Bakugo was out helping Aiwaza with paperwork, set to bring back some chow with him once done, pizza one of his favs.

Just a few hours ago, Suki had texted him the news: Shota had given him a temp job in his office over the holiday to keep him occupied outside his therapy, and Aiwaza honestly needed the help with going and seeing his sister all the time, for there was a major amount of work he was behind on, as all pro heroes had. It wasn't his professoral paperwork, it was his hero league paperwork.

It'd look good on Bakugo's resume that he 'interned' with a Pro Hero as his secretarial assistant.

Katsuki had told him via text he had enough trouble as it was to finding a job, since everyone knew he had a bad temper, and since he was 'lacking' in the money department, he immeadiately agreed to Aiwaza's offer.

Of course it was a lot of case work, and it was all confidential and he had to sign paperwork to even be his assistant, swearing him to secrecy on the matters.

Saya smoked turning on some loud rap.

His boyfriend was a secretary. He chuckled. "Alright." Good for him!

They'd gotten clearance to use the lounge space just as it was their dorm room, and so they both made themselves right at home (with separate bed 'areas' set up on the couches) as to not draw attention to 'that' aspect of thier association.

He had no idea why Suki would be wanting a job though, he didn't have to pay him back for the food, he'd told him he didn't owe him anything!

But, he wouldn't tell his boyfriend what to do. No way.

Boyfriend.

Shit, that word was still swirling him up. He'd used it for the first time as a descriptive term for Bakugo to Aiwaza this morning.

But it brought him to such a smile, tingling all over, that he wanted to bounce around like a fruitloop, all silly and uncaring, he just wanted to dance!

It probably was that vodka talking a bit too.

Okay. A bigger portion of it than what Satoko wanted to admit to himself was the liquor.

He wondered if this is what it felt like... to feel 'okay'. To feel happy. Truly 'protected'...

Hisashi. Aiwaza. Bakugo.

He had three dependable people in his life.

He picked up Katsuki's necklace around his neck, moving the pendant around in his hand. He wore it all the time. He never took it off. He wouldn't dare except to shower.

Katsuki, his man, always present on him, just like those lily drawings on the insides of his thighs. And his mark was equally there drawn across Suki's back.

Speaking of, he was freshly showered at the moment and was sitting around lazily in a towel wrapped around his waist, he'd just brushed out his wet ass hair. "Should I?" He spoke to himself, smoking. Never would he attempt it if people were around, but he really liked dancing.

He grabbed the little remote to his the port and turned it up. 'Good song.' He started rummaging through a bag, put on a loose dark collared shirt, didn't button it, a black pair of jeans, his briefs poking out above his belt, piercings showing, intent on looking half nice for Suki when he got back. "Fuck it!" He stood, smoke billowing around him in the dark. He walked over to the table that obviously had had liquor on it (before the dean must of packed it away knowing who exactly was going to be staying in there), and grabbed a left over tumbler glass, some ice out of a machine, and emptied more containers of his liquor into the glass.

He was feeling too damn good right now in mind and body.

Satoko walked over, and slowly started swaying, then soon the beat changed, it sparked him. He began swerving in the open area behind the couches, glass in one hand, cigarette in lip, letting himself get drunk, remembering what it felt like to dance this way. I'd been over two years now since the last time.

Other than Ashley making him feel like a total sleeze the way she forced him to do it, he did come to enjoy this activity.

Any moment away from her was a blessing.

Out on the floor, or even up on The Rail, it was better than sitting at her side nervously in the clubs her father owned that they guarded over, knowing she'd order him to do something and micro-manage him like a true slave every ten minutes of so.

Annoying. Horrifying.

He drank his whole glass, slammed it down, turned the music up, loud trap rap. "That bitch... eh." He swung his head around, drunk, hand ran through hair, he pushed up off the table.

So much now... like he was up there dancing back in one the social boomers, nothing but the sound in his head as his body moved, eyes closed, escaping from her claws for just a little while, until she'd beckon him back.

He felt sweat starting to come to the surface. He didn't sweat a lot, but he felt a few beads falling down his chest, like a rollercoaster, they slid down his abs, over those tight mounds.

Kasaya put his hands in his hair again, brought his elbows in, swung his hips back and forth, his cigarette gone now, he tossed the butt to the coffee table. He was a bit too gone to care. He was too euphoric in this right now.

Hips, put his knees together, rocked them, stepped a leg forward and his whole middle bucked.

Then suddenly there were hands sliding all around his waist. Warm.

Kasaya was completely lost in his head. So many heated hands had went all over his skin. Had travelled all over his body.

They ALWAYS wanted to touch him.

The men. The women.

They'd play.

A sexy picture to them he was. A toy. A fun time. A male entertainment.

He's gotten so used to random fingertips all over him that it had numbed him at the time to the otherwise sexual touch. He felt like how an escort would feel he supposed: So many hands it didn't matter. Touches became empty.

Ashley would have him come back before it'd start happening too much though. Selfish that demon was. Soon she'd probably call him. Here in a minute. He knew it. These hands, they were full palmed and on him.

(Saya had drank so much and started dancing, that the vodka had rushed into his system much faster than normal, so much that he'd lost himself in his own head, going back to a club in his mind. Expecting to hear Ashley's voice soon. He had forgotten where he was.)

But no. There wasn't a call. She was letting this person behind him here rub him up. She must be feeling more voyeuristic than normal tonight.

The music loud, cracking, perfect. His eyes were closed. Hands on him made him loose, lose himself.

Surreal.

He began to grind, hips going back.

Words in his ear. Light but heavy. "You drunk?"

Palm up, travelled under his shirt, two fingers squeezed a nipple, the other hand slid a few fingertips under his belt, under his boxers, it pressed in his right V, really too low, moving him tightly up against the body's front behind him that was starting to dance too. It swayed a bit back and forth.

Boy, Ashley was havin' her fuckin' fun tonight.

He'd been asked that question too many times. Never could he reply as he was under her control.

But somehow.. "Yeh." He hazily replied. Words came out this time?

"Mm." A throat sound in his ear. "How much?"

The palms on him rotated in tandem with the body's owner behind him. It drew him in, positioned him in a horribly strong explicit dance.

"I'can barely stand." Satoko chuckled, throwing his hands in his hair, trying to straighten his posture up. And in doing so, those palms ran all the way up his sides, to his shoulders, began to undress.

They smoothly took his dress shirt off, and a mouth suddenly was nipping at the back of his neck, sucking, a tongue licked harsh as they continued dancing.

What'd she do? Walk away? Did she actually leave her tuffet?

Kasaya opened his eyes to look over from where he thought he was stationed on the dance floor.

'Hah?'

There were no lights. No other people.

Just a dark ass room.

He halted. The hands turned him.

In Saya's vision was... 'Bakugo!'

Thier dance pushed them back so far that Katsuki jumped and lifted himself up to sit on the back of the couch. "What're y'doin'?" He calmly spoke out, chuckling, grabbing one of Satoko's hands, putting it on his side for him.

He'd came back with dinner for tonight and what he saw was mesmerizing. Suki had backed himself up against the wall aside the door, as not to disturb, but just to clarify also to himself, that he was seeing actually what he was seeing. He had no idea that this was in his boyfriend.

Suki never really had danced before, never really had a reason to, never really cared to.

But, as he watched, his eyes could not peel away. Kasaya was really good. Very GOOD.

And it was VERY GOOD watching him too.

After a few minutes, Bakugo's bottom lip fell, a pant. Breath beginning a stagger. The pads of his fingertips tingled, the handles of the plastic bag slipped in his hand.

He caught it before it hit the ground, but it almost slamming into the floor was what got him to snap.

Katsuki swiftly smoothed over, quiet, put the bag down, and went after him immediately, wanting to wrap his hands on that writhing, lithe body.

As suspected he'd drank too much, but Bakugo never minded.

This was a little more outrageous of him, but he had almost fallen out of his desk chair the night he'd decided he wanted to burn those medals!

He kept thinking as his hands felt the silky skin and he pulled Satoko in, if he would put this type of passion into future 'acts'.

Fuck that would be so nice. His hands had travelled to inside his waistband, and he put that whole length of body up against his; he couldn't resist the urge himself to give into the beat of the music.

Like earlier when he'd thought about it in Toshinori's patient's room... Kasaya's movements were somehow coaxing him on, coaxing him to act in a way that was quite 'not himself'. He'd never gave into dancing before (as an adult anyway), as a little boy before shit hit the fan, he danced all the time carelessly, but with the concept in his mind that this might be what it would be like to make love with this man, abs like a wave, responding to every trickle of touch, shit.

Suki smirked from his seat atop on the couch back, staring at his damp navy hair, knowing now he'd taken a shower, Saya's hand on him was now moving it's thumb gently on his side.

Kasaya blinked a few times just to steady himself. "I'musta forgot where'I'was." A breath of air flew out of his mouth. Thank gods, he wasn't where he thought he was! No wonder words would come out of his mouth on thier own.

He wasn't stuck there. He wasn't there at all.

Sometimes this happened. His mind would go back to small times of peace when he was under her control when he got drunk.

Reliving those moments.

He was so glad he was not in that sweaty ass club, would much rather be right here.

Suki laughed. "Oh?" He tugged Saya in, opened his legs wide so he could reel him in flush up against his body.

In response, Satoko pushed into him with a mouth watering kiss, arms all around the blonde, but he fell off balance, and it went so far that it pushed Suki backwards, and Satoko toppled with him, like launching over a fence.

"WOAH!" Suki yelled out, surprised at the sudden jarring fall, as him and Kasaya completely rolled over the back of the couch! Saya was so drunk!

They were both laughing hysterically!

"Oops!" Satoko blurted accidentally like Suki had that one time on the roof at the Golden, but once stabilized, he sat up, knees on both sides on Suki, who was laying on his back.

Bakugo put his hands behind his head, enjoying seeing the man on top of him, sitting in this posture. "Oh shit." Kasaya started dancing again!

The navy haired man, whose long locks were damp, swished his hair around, shirtless, rocked his shoulders, the movement going to his waist.

Suki was trapped and he kept bucking into him. He was getting danced on!

It was... it was... so much.

Bakugo panted, he wanted to talk about other things right now, but he knew Satoko was in something that was making him feel good (and he didn't really, actually want him off of him either.)

"Y'feelin' good yeh?" It came out. He could not contain.

"Yeh." Satoko came down now and enveloped him in kisses, still semi rocking his hips to the beat of the music.

Bakugo would not take advantage of him in this state, especially when he wasn't in the same state with him. He couldn't do that to him, but damn he was making it hard, his hands were already all the way around him, and wanting to fish more downwards to take off those jeans. "I hav'a few'names I like." He whispered between lips.

"For?" Kasaya between lucious lip movement on the blonde, now at his neck.

"Hero names."

"I wanna'kno." His dance practically on the other, as he pushed in a little bit of incisor.

But instead, Katsuki swooped up that mouth, pulling him down flat on him. He loved that light smoky taste that was always left over on his tongue.

Of course he did! Of course he'd want to know! That bought him empowerment.

Saya 'mmhmed' in his throat and laid fully on top his boyfriend in the dark smelling food now. Whatever Suki brought back, it's aroma was really spicy. How could he of not guessed that? Suki loved everything that was firey hot. "Tell me." He let his head lay aside his, Saya kissed his cheek.

"Mm." Suki's throat made a noise liking the balance. His man was so horribly sexy, then could switch in 5 seconds and be innocent as a dove. It constantly kept his attention, and kept him wanting more. "Okay, first one... Tambora."

Saya whispered into his ear. "Hm... is that a volcano?"

His hands tightened on his waist in knowing that. Smart. He's expected he'd know. "Mhm. It's one in Indonesia. I like the name, sounds kind of dark. It's erupted many times, and it fits in with my explosion quirk." Bakugo heard the sound of a smirk. "It's a combination of both sides of me, because like a volcano I can sit dormant, but I'll explode on the battlefield. Y'like it?"

"What'else y'got. I want't'hear them'all first."

Smart man. Taking the census of them to get a range. "Akuma. Because my power is fire, explosions. Something a demon would have probably."

"Mm, I bet someone already has that baby."

"Baby?" Bakugo whispered, turned his head.

Satoko kissed his lips in response. "That's right."

"Hah? Is it now?" He kissed him right back. Bakugo sighed, he liked it much more than he'd let on. He put a hand behind his head, looked to the ceiling, crossed his ankles. "Gaia."

"Hm?"

"It's another name for world, that one I just randomly came across; I think it's different, unique. Mmm..." He was trying to remember them all. Saya's thumb rubbed his sore upper abs. He whispered into his ear. "Our workout this mornin' killed me. Be nice." A thought came right out of his mouth into words, as being around Saya always made him do: "What name would y'give me?"

There was a pause. Bakugo smirked, he could tell he was honestly thinking.

"Hisashi, he used to tuck'me in at night, especially if our dad was too busy. He'd go'to the library an'pick up new books jus't hav'somethin' cool t'read to me. He'always was th'best at that." Kasaya's sighed. Back then, that's when things were cool. Him and his brother were best friends. He was 6 and Hisashi was 7. "There'was this one he'got, an'I remember almost all of it still. Y'ever read somethin' and y'get caught up in it?"

Bakugo nodded. All the time. Kasaya's paper came to mind.

Satoko chuckled. "I'got so captured by it that, I'd asked him t'read it a second time. An'he did. That was our book that summer. An..." Saya swallowed. "that book was what I thought 'bout a lot when I was bein'used by..."

A finger went over his mouth before he could say that name. Suki DID NOT want to hear her name anymore.

Kasaya's kissed the index finger before he moved it away. "I always wished like th'main character, th'someone would come get me."

"Hisashi?"

"Yeh he got'me out, seen th'worst cut she'made me do when it was fresh, but he hadn't saved me'from anythin' else."

"The killing?" He whispered.

"Yeh an'other stuff. I was'trapped f'years. It took him'years t'figure out what was goin'on."

Bakugo squeezed him in his arms.

"Now I'got t'live with all that in my head. Ain't his fault y'know? He jus'didn't know, nobody knew." Kasaya swallowed. "In th'book th'main character erases th'mind of th'person who he'd saved of all th'bad stuff that happened, because t'him that was what would truly save'him." Saya moved up on Katsuki so he could stare him in his eyes. "You're that f'me. You replacing the old with th'new. I'm sure my'head will always will remember, shootin' me bad memories, but y'make it less."

Bakugo smiled. He was happy to hear that. Diasuta said it would send him images so he 'remembered', it was such an asshole thing to do, but Bakugo got why. Diasuta wanted him to face what had happened.

Much victory on his end with that. He wondered if Diasuta, that dickwad, was happy with the progress they'd been making.

He had no idea of knowing.

"What'was the guy's name? The one'th'erased the other's mind?"

"He wasn't a man... he was a dragon." Satoko swallowed. "Apollo. His name was Apollo."

"That's a Greek god right?"

"Mhm. He's th'god of truth and healing, but he's also the god of sickness. Fits'cuz in the story the man's truth was so sickenin'that Apollo took away his memories t'heal him, and brought sickness down on those who oppressed the man. I used t'think, well..." Satoko chuckled, warm breath on Suki's cheek. "I still think it's the best story I've ever been told."

"Then that's what I'll choose."

"Hah?" Kasaya sat up.

"What he did is exactly what I'want t'do for you, what you tell'me I'm doin' for you already. And like him I'm more truthful now, and in a'way your healing' me too Saya."

"Are'you sure?"

"I wanted somethin' that would mean somethin' t'me, an'in therapy I kept drawing a blank. I'd find stuff I think sounded alright, it would fit in with my quirk, but that was it." Bakugo ran fingers through soft hair.

"Endeavor has a'name th'doesn't elude t'what his quirk does. It's doesn't necessarily hav'to.."

So quick lips on lips. Bakugo shot his body up to anchor the man atop him back down. Katsuki wanted to show him his appreciation.

He'd just figured it out for him.

Apollo.

It meant something important to Kasaya from his childhood.

It spelled out something real that he was going through personally right now.

It was an expression of what he wanted to do for Kasaya, what he'd do for everyone he'd save as a hero: he'd come in with truth and healing, bringing people to safety, and he'd rain down illness on the oppressors in the form of fire from the sky.

"I'll be a dragon. I'll be Apollo for you, and for everyone." Suki mumbled between kisses.