Objectively, the man looked far too attractive to be talking to Shouta. Long, blonde hair framed his face and fell over his shoulders, tucked behind his ears as to not hide the numerous gold and silver piercings he wore. His crop top displayed the top half of an impressive set of abdominal muscles, and there were patchwork tattoos absolutely covering his left arm and the small sliver of collarbone Shouta could see. Vibrant green eyes were half-hidden behind dark-rimmed glasses, and- oh shit, was that a tongue ring?
Damn. Shouta was really glad Izuku was staying the night at Emi's that night for some "Auntie- Nephew Bonding" (in the woman's own words).
But, despite the man's outrageously attractive exterior, it had actually been his laugh that drew Shouta's attention. For most of the night, Shouta had been sitting at the bar with his whiskey, sipping slowly as he tried desperately to blend into the wooden countertop. Emi had insisted on him "getting out" and "experiencing life for once, Shou". Slipping condoms into his wallet- fortunately out of Izuku's line of sight- she had smacked him on the ass and sent him on his merry way to the nearest gay bar with his five-year-old on her hip. (And really, with that kind of interaction, Shouta was deeply regretting leaving his kid with the woman. Who knew what kind of terrible things she was teaching the child?)
Shouta, however, was not a "people-y" type of person. In fact, he was horridly introverted. Teaching kids was different. Them, he could scold and discipline. But he couldn't offer to discipline the red head that had been staring at him since he arrived, because that would surely have the opposite of intended effects.
Being around other adults was... difficult. In fact, ever since Inko had passed away, the only adult Shouta had spent time around (besides his mothers) was Emi. Even though she graduated a few years behind him, the young woman had started teaching at Ketsubutsu Academy before him. After Inko's demise, and taking in Izuku as his son, Shouta needed a job other than his Underground Hero-ing to help support a growing child. Emi had somehow remembered Shouta and had offered to help him get a job at Ketsubutsu. After getting his teaching license, it was only a matter of Emi cajoling the principal into giving him a job.
Shouta hadn't been sure what Emi got from helping him and had even asked her point-blank why she was doing so.
"You went to UA," she had said. "I was still in middle school when you went through the Sports Festival. I watched it every year with my moms. And that year, the year that you participated, I got to see a kid with a weird quirk like mine- considered weak and non-heroic- get into the finals."
"But I didn't win."
"No, you didn't," Emi had smiled softly, so different from her characteristic grin. "But you showed me that all of the kids at my school were wrong. I could do great things, like go to UA or be a hero, even with my weird quirk. Because you could."
"I didn't make it into the hero course at UA," Shouta had reminded her.
"No, but neither did I." Emi's smile had taken a turn to a Cheshire grin. "But we both ended up in the hero course at Ketsubutsu! You were just two years ahead of me. But I remembered you, Shouta, and what you did for me. So now, let me help you."
And dammit, when she put it like that, offering up such an innocent, pure motive- Shouta had to. (Not that Emi hadn't tried to hit on him later, but he'd quickly told her he didn't play for her team, and Emi quickly started trying to get him partnered up with any and all of their male coworkers.)
And so, Emi had become Shouta's one and only friend. And, honorarily, Izuku's Aunt Joke. That being said, Shouta didn't have much interaction with other adults outside of work.
...Okay, he had no interaction with other adults outside of work. Which was why this was so difficult for him.
Sitting there, at the bar, all alone while others danced and drank and made merry even though it was summer.
And then, Shouta heard him.
The gorgeous blonde that he was suddenly buying a drink for, sending it across the bar and
drawing the other man's attention. The blonde had laughed.
He'd laughed, so loud and boisterous and carefree, and it was so different than Emi's quirked laugh. Hers sounded high-pitched and plastic-y. But this laugh? This man's laugh... it sounded like sunshine. It was low toned yet loud, melodic in a way as it reverberated through the bar.
The man had been laughing at something a woman dressed in all-black leather next to him had said. She was poking fun at another man- dark-haired and blushing, definitely straight- and the blonde was cracking up.
Shouta had felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and he'd asked the bartender to top off the man's drink.
Unfortunately, the blonde had taken it for the come-on that it was ( wasn't, was not, absolutely wasn't because Shouta can't talk to the hot blonde and oh god he was walking Shouta's way and- ) had strode over to Shouta's side, tucking his hair behind his ear and easily drawing Shouta into conversation.
Fuck, this guy was hot. And Emi was right- dammit, she was right way too often- Shouta needed human interaction. Maybe he could ask the blonde on a date? Or for his number at least. They could... text. Or something. Yeah. Okay. Shouta could do this. He could ask the hot, gorgeous, sunshine human next to him for his phone number, and then in a couple of days he'd text the man and see how he was doing-
"Hey," the blonde leaned across the bar, his breath hot on Shouta's cheek as he whispered in his ear, "you wanna get out of here?"
And damn him, Shouta was already a few whiskeys in and couldn't stop himself when he said, "My place isn't far."
"Good," the blonde chuckled, "Cuz mine is. But I wouldn't mind riding there with you. Or... riding you at all."
Shouta's alcohol-blush deepened, and dammit his crotch was already stirring. Downing the last of his whiskey for courage, Shouta stood and grabbed the blonde's collar before grinning and murmuring, "Good. I'll call a cab."
...
Hizashi hadn't been expecting the bartender to refill his drink. To his own chagrin, he was a bit of a lightweight- and exceptionally flirty when drunk- so he'd tried to cut himself off before Nemuri could foist him off on the first attractive drunkard she saw. She'd already tried to hook Tensei up with a drag queen, which had ended horribly and hilariously. Tensei was still blushing about it.
But then, his drink was suddenly full, and Hizashi was quirking an eyebrow in question to the bartender. They shrugged, gesturing over their shoulder and saying, "Dark-haired one on the end. Looks a little homeless. He didn't leave a message or nothin'."
"Just means you'll have to go talk to him~" Nemuri teased, and Hizashi rolled his eyes, ready to shut her down-
And then, he saw him.
The dark-haired, certainly not homeless-looking, utter fucking Adonis at the end of the bar. Hizashi choked on a gasp and quickly took a sip of his drink to hide it.
Rather than hair, the god sitting at the bar had a pitch-black mane that shined purple in the blue lighting of the bar, curly and wild and pulled half-way up and back to show a bit more than stubble on his strong jawline. His eyes were dark, seemingly hooded as he looked down at his own drink. The slightly wrinkled (and boy did Hizashi want to wrinkle it more) charcoal dress-shirt he wore was unbuttoned enough to show his collarbone and some of his chest, and the sleeves were rolled up to show his forearms which- fuuuuuuuuuck, Hizashi's brain helpfully supplied- were muscular and scarred, two points in Hizashi's "attractive" book.
"Well?" Nemuri teased, cocking her head and hip. "You gonna leave that poor, sexy man to be utterly alone all night?"
Choosing to take a sip of his liquid courage, Hizashi- not taking his eyes off the Greek god across the bar- tossed over his shoulder, "Don't wait up, guys."
Tensei groaned, "Zashi, please don't leave me with her-"
"Don't wait up!" Hizashi repeated, darting far away from Nemuri's smugness and Tensei's misery
as he sidled up next to the man.
"Hello, darlin'," he drawled, grinning as he took a sip of his drink. (It was something fruity that Nemuri had suggested, but Hizashi was suddenly feeling that it was a lot stronger than she had earlier let on. That or being around this fucking fine-ass specimen was making Hizashi light- headed.) "Thanks for the drink."
The man blushed and wasn't that fucking adorable. Hizashi wanted to kiss him and squeeze his bubble-butt that sat on the barstool so beautifully.
"Shy, are we?" Hizashi chuckled a bit, feeling himself grow slightly bashful. "Well, real sorry about this, but I'm not."
Maybe he could get this guy's number? Hopefully he could get into this guy's pants at the very
least, but his number would be good, too. Because for all that he hung out with his friends, Hizashi got lonely with just his cat. Noodles was adorable and amazing, but Hizashi wanted love and affection from a human being, not a little demonic terror of the night.
Ever since he'd taken on teaching at UA, Hizashi had less and less free time. Working at the station was a dream job, and he adored his students, and being a hero was his life. But... three jobs were a lot, and there were only so many hours in the day. So Hizashi's dating life had suffered quite terribly, which was the main reason Nemuri had dragged him and Tensei out that night. They'd gone bar-hopping all throughout downtown, ending up on the outskirts, closer to a suburban area, when Nemuri had seen the rinky-dink gay bar and club on a street corner near where they'd stopped for a breather.
"Zashi, live a little," she'd teased him. "You've been unbearably clingy recently, sweetheart, but I don't exactly want in your pants."
"Nem!" he'd blushed right back. "I haven't been clingy!"
"Um... Sorry, Zashi," Tensei had rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "But you kinda have been. I'm flattered at the attention, of course, and I still care about you, but... bro. You've gotta find a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or whatever."
"You just need to get laid, Zashi," Nemuri had taunted, "and that is the perfect place to find some hot, sexy dick action-"
"Jesus Christ, Nemuri, shut up! Fine. Fine! We'll go to the damn club, happy?!"
And, well, if Nemuri wasn't happy about being at the club, she certainly didn't show it. And Hizashi was certainly happy about it now. Now that he was following Adonis's perky little ass out onto the street, hailing a cab with drink-shaky hands and trying not to jump the man's bones on the way to his apartment.
As it were, they hardly got in the front door before Hizashi was lurching forward to kiss him. That being said, the man wasn't leaning away from Hizashi. He seemed a little unsure, even for as deeply as he returned Hizashi's kisses.
"Fuck you're so hot," Hizashi murmured, kissing along the man's jawline and neck as they shuffled towards what Hizashi assumed was his bedroom. "Jesus, how often to you work out?! Your abs are rock-solid, dude."
"You're seriously calling me dude when we're about to have sex?" "Um, yeah, dude. Because your abs are fucking amazing."
"Well," the man chuckled lowly, his blush rising to his ears, "you can admire them all you want once your clothes are off."
"Say no more, dude."
And, really, neither of them said much more that night.
...
When his alarm clock went off, Shouta hit snooze. Most of the time, despite being a night owl and despising the rising sun with all of his being, Shouta got up on time. He had to get Izuku ready for the day, after all, and he was a teacher. He had to be prompt. But Izuku was at Emi's, and Shouta was tired and achy and hung over. So, groaning, he smacked at the alarm clock until it shut the hell up. Rolling over, Shouta snuggled into the warmth next to him before falling quickly back asleep.
... Wait. Warmth?
Eyes snapping open, Shouta realized that, in the sleep-addled way he did, he'd suddenly lost hours in what felt like moments between hitting snooze and rolling over into the strong chest of the man he'd brought home last night.
Because he could hear the front door opening, could hear Emi's laughter and Izuku's bright giggles, and fuck, was it already noon?!
Yes, it would seem. It was already noon. Because Emi had brought Izuku back home. And there was a naked man in Shouta's bed.
"Get up!" Shouta hissed, smacking a pillow into the blonde's face. The man sputtered, sitting up slowly and groaning loudly, earning another smack from Shouta's pillow. "Get up!" Shouta snapped, earning a groggy blink from the blonde. The man frowned at Shouta for a moment before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a set of hearing aids. And wow, Shouta must have been out of it last night to have not noticed the man taking them out. Then again, he'd been a little bit drunk and a lot bit tired, exhausted and sore from the numerous rounds and positions this attractive, skillful blonde had put him through.
He'd certainly been exhausted enough to forget about his fucking kid. Or at least, forget about what time his kid was coming home. And then sleep long enough to not be able to kick out his one-night stand.
Emi was never going to let him live this down.
When the blonde had his hearing aids on, Shouta hissed out, "Get dressed. And be quiet. You can go out through the window-"
"The window? Dude, you're on the third floor!"
"Shut up or they'll hear you-"
But the damage was already done.
A young, confused voice called out, "Daddy?" and Shouta cursed with the fury of a thousand suns. Because fuck this attractive blonde for making him look like a terrible father.
"Daddy?" the blonde asked, looking utterly gob smacked. "Do you have a fucking kid in here?!"
"He wasn't here last night, idiot," Shouta snapped, dragging himself from the bed and pulling on the clothes nearest to him. Picking up the man's crop top from the night before, Shouta pegged it as hard as he could at the blonde's head. "Get fucking dressed, dumbass!"
As humiliating as it was, it was fortunate that Emi had heard their arguing coming from the
bedroom, because she managed to keep Izuku occupied long enough for the two men to get dressed. (And it was fortunate that they both had long hair, because between the two of them, there was a total of about ten visible hickies.)
"Are you married?" the man snapped at Shouta while trying his best to pull his hair over his collarbone. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I'm not married, you assuming jackass," Shouta snarked right back. "Not everyone who has kids is married. And I'm not some cheating fucking asshole-"
"No, just a fucking asshole, then," the blonde offered back in too chipper a joking voice. Shouta leveled the same glare at the man that he did with misbehaving students, but the blonde merely rolled his eyes. "Can't scare me, Adonis."
"Adonis?"
"Is that better or worse than dude? I can't really tell with you." "You piece of-"
It seemed that Emi's distraction had run its course, though, because Shouta was just slamming shut his bedside drawer, condoms and accessories hidden away, when a shaggy head of green hair and two bright viridian eyes peered through the suddenly open doorway.
Rather than screech like Shouta had expected, the blonde took on a crouched stance and grinned at Izuku, tilting his head to the side and waving slightly. "Hi there, kiddo! Good morning!"
From the living room, Shouta could hear Emi's cackling, "It's past noon, ohmygod-" and made a mental note to switch the salt and sugar at the coffee station in the teacher's lounge on Monday. Maybe she could get a laugh out of that. Hah.
Izuku froze like a deer in headlights. The child's hand was half up, reached out towards his father, while the other held tightly to his All Might blanket (that dreaded, cursed blanket that Shouta hadn't been able to find a suitable substitute for, because of course it was his kid that had to love All Might). The boy's eyes flickered back and forth between his father and the blonde before they jumped to the bed and crumpled sheets and pillows that had been tossed on the floor in the men's haste.
"Daddy? Did you have a sleepover?"
Emi snorted in the living room, still not daring to poke into Shouta's line of sight.
And this... this situation was unprecedented. Again, Shouta didn't really do "adult interactions". And he'd certainly never had a one-night stand before. But he really didn't want to go about explaining sex to his five-year-old when he'd literally just woken up, not with Emi in his living room and an utter stranger in his bedroom.
And so, Shouta said, "Yes."
Well, it wasn't technically a lie. The blonde had slept over, after all. "Daddy, you had a sleepover with Present Mic?! And didn't invite me?!"
"WHAT?!" Emi utterly screeched as Shouta whipped his head around to stare at the blonde. And, yeah, if he squinted and tilted his head a bit, he could kinda see it...
Present Mic was another of Izuku's favorite Pro Heroes, one that he listened to on the radio incessantly. Shouta must have been drunker than he thought last night to have not recognized the man's voice, even without whatever radio persona he put on.
"Wow! I see you're a big fan, little listener," the blonde- Present Fucking Mic- cheered to Izuku. "That's really rad that you recognized me!"
"Yamada," came Emi's now hysteric laughter from the living room. "Oh my god, Shouta, fucking Yamada?!"
Izuku ignored his auntie, thankfully, being rather used to her bouts of hysteria. Turning all of his attention onto Present Mic, Izuku began doing what he did best.
Rambling.
Shouta didn't even feel sorry for the blonde when Izuku's questions piled up and up and up until
Present Mic- Yamada, it seemed- was utterly crushed under their weight.
Bemused, Shouta smirked at the man and watched as Yamada tried his best to answer all of Izuku's questions and not fall over onto his ass in shock at the child's in-depth analysis of what his quirk could do.
"W-Wow, little listener, that sure is... er... something. How old did your dad say you were again?" "He's five," Shouta revealed, taking a bit of pity out on the man. "Izuku, take a breath, okay?"
The child stopped and did just as his father instructed.
And then launched back into another tirade.
"Mr. Present Mic Yamada-san!" Izuku cheered. "Would you please go to the park with me and Daddy today? Daddy said he was gonna take me to the park so we could go to the playground because they just put in new swings and Daddy said that he would push me on them! And you can yell real, real loud and scare away any of the birds that try to steal my sandwiches! Because last time we went to the park a bird tried to steal my sandwich and Daddy had to chase it away with his scarf-"
Shouta would have reminded his son that his capture weapon was just that- a weapon- and not a scarf to be played with like the child often tried to, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to reveal his Pro identity to the blonde yet. Not that he was well heard-of or known by any spotlight heroes save for the ones he worked with, but one couldn't be too careful.
"-and you and Daddy could have a Pro Hero team-up and go fight the bad-guys together!!"
Or not.
Shouta sighed out a heavy breath, trying to be patient. It was hard sometimes, patience not always coming natural to him, even after almost three years of parenting. He hadn't explicitly told Izuku not to say he was a Pro Hero to Yamada, and Izuku was- of course- under the impression that they were friends. (Because friends had sleepovers. And really, fuck Shouta's life, he didn't want to be friends with Present-fucking-Mic, Emi was loud e-goddamn-nough.)
For what it was worth, Yamada didn't react outrageously to Izuku's proclamation of his father being a Pro Hero. Instead, Yamada inclined his head towards Izuku and intoned, "Ah, yes! Of course! Your dad's a Pro too, I forgot!" (And shit, the blonde sounded minutely salty about that-
not that he had room to talk, anyways, dammit-) "He's such a cool Pro Hero, that... er..." "Eraserhead!" Izuku chirped. "He's the coolest! Even though he's un-der-ground, Daddy's the
strongest and coolest hero ever!... Besides All Might. And you, Present Mic!!"
And no, Shouta didn't bristle over that little comment (He didn't.) Because it was perfectly natural
for his kid to have heroes other than him. It was.
Even if one of those heroes happened to be his father's most recent (and only) one-night stand.
Shouta would have laughed right along with Emi if he wasn't so mortified and didn't have an image to uphold.
"Ah, right, Eraserhead," Hizashi said, sounding hesitant. "Of course."
"So? Will you?!" Izuku finished, and Shouta took the chance to interrupt his son.
"Kiddo, Present Mic and Eraserhead work at different times of day. We likely won't see each other again."
Izuku shook his head, his chubby little freckled cheeks puffed out in frustration as he tried to explain himself. "No! Not heroes! Today, Daddy!"
"Today?" Shouta inquired, cocking an eyebrow.
"The park, Daddy! Can Mr. Present Mic Yamada-san come to the park with us?!" "Zuku, I don't think-" Shouta started, right as Yamada exclaimed, "Sure!"
Utterly bewildered (because who wouldn't be in his situation), Shouta turned his head to stare down at Yamada. "Sure?" he intoned, hoping to imbue his voice with as much disbelief as he was feeling.
"Yeah," Yamada shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "Why not? Anything for a little listener who's as big as fan as Izuku here."
The gasp Izuku let out nearly had Shouta lurching for the boy's inhaler. "Daddy! Mr. Present Mic Yamada-san knows my name!"
Shouta wouldn't dare point out to his son that he'd said the boy's name already. He wouldn't crush his child's joy like that.
But could he really allow Yamada to just accompany them to the park? Pro Hero or not, Shouta didn't know Yamada. He didn't even know the man's first name! The man he'd slept with the night before.
God, Emi was really never going to let him live this down.
Realistically, Shouta couldn't allow Yamada to accompany them. He could be any kind of horrible
or- worse- annoying person that Shouta wouldn't want around Izuku.
But... the blonde had been answering all of Izuku's questions with ease. Sure, he'd had to catch up
a little, but he was indulging Izuku's son. ... it was honestly kind of a turn-on.
And so, with a heavy sigh, he turned to face Yamada fully. "Well, Mr. Present Mic Yamada-san," Shouta couldn't help but tease, "Let's get going."