Neito was going to be truthful, he was one hundred percent convinced that Shinsō was just a prick when he said that his and Midoriya's training might be a little too much for him. Just a buffon talk, with a head up his ass.

He was starting to see what he meant though.

"You… You discovered—"

"Another three quirks!" Midoriya was floating about two meters above the ground. His lips weren't moving.

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY HEAD!?" What kind of trickery was that? The broccoli boy didn't touch him or anything like that which was usually a must with telepathic quirks. What. What the fuck. How strong was that thing?

And how many quirks did he have now?

"Five!" The answer also came as the inside voice and Neito nearly fainted, if not for the fact that Shinsou put a hand on his shoulder. He heard his thoughts too?

"You'll get used to it," he said simply, sounding even more tired than usual. Understandably so, considering Midoriya was his boyfriend, so he dealt with his bullshit constantly. Neito couldn't say he saw the appeal.

"I think not," he said simply, mentally gathering himself for the training session. This was going to be a major pain in the ass, wasn't it.

"How isn't any of your quirks copyable?"

"I don't know!"

"...Just take mine, you already had it once..."

The training session was a major pain in the ass, but for a totally different reason than Neito expected.

God, he was so gay.

Shinsou's abs were just... to droll for. And Midoriya's thighs... Good god. Was it too much to ask one of them to force him down with a hand and make him suck their dicks?

He heard Ibara's voice calling him a sinner above sinners, to lust after people in a stable relationship, but he couldn't just make his brain stop supplying him with imagery. Fuck, the sources were right in front of him, of course the thoughts wouldn't stop.

And that's probably why he didn't notice Midoriya's tendrils swinging in his direction.

The black abominations wrapped around his body and slammed him in the wall—ouch—and then made him dangle from the ceiling, squeezing the life out of him, actually—

"You're stilling my breath away Midoriya!" he squealed out, desperately trying to free himself.

"That's a weird moment to flirt, Monoma-kun," the greenhead apparently didn't notice that his attempts at getting away came from real danger, because what.

"No! You're literally taking my breath away, please stop," he said on his last breath, the last part coming out as a wheeze, black spots already dancing in front of his eyes. He barely registered when Shinsou's soft capture weapon wrapped around him and he was safely pulled to the ground.

He lied down on his side, desperately catching his breath. Fuck, he might have had bruised ribs. Thankfully seemingly just that. Still, it was the middle of the weekend, not enough time to fully recover until Monday's lessons on his own.

"Can I heal you? It works similarly to Recovery Girl's quirk, you'll be tired afterward." What. What. He had a healing quirk. The bone-breaking broccoli had a healing quirk on top of all of the other quirks— Neito started laughing uncontrollably, and noticed Midoriya flinching in the corner of his vision. Fuck.

"Oh, sorry, just— A perfect poster child of class A. What can't you do?" he whispered bitterly.

Midoriya looked at him with a mix of worry and apprehension that made his gut coil. "Gauge if someone is being hurt by me apparently?" he asked with genuine sadness in his voice. Great, now Neito felt bad.

"The healing only works on minor injuries like bruising," supplied Shinsou, seemingly not noticing the tension. "And it can fuck you up if it's something more dangerous, so he can't use it a lot."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're self-pitying yourself for being weaker and unable to copy all this shit, so I'm giving you perspective." Well... "And now happy thoughts, Imagine how mad Bakugou has been."

Oh, that pulled a smile on Neito's face. Somehow annoying Bakugou has become a highlight of his every week, even if it wasn't exactly him who was an annoyance.

"Hicchan, that's mean."

"Izuku that idiot is a prick, he deserved that," Well, if this isn't ominous.

"What did he deserved?" Shinsou smirked instead of replying and Midoriya became very very red. The shade suited him.

"I... I, uh... punched him in the face by accident, with Superstrength, Float and Blackwhip activated and boosted with Healing it made his nose heal wrong, and only skin around it, which caused him to get even more injured..." he spoke faster and faster until it became anxious rambling.

Oh wow.

"That's..." amazing. "...something."

"I heard the original version, you ain't slick," Midoriya's voice reverbed through his brain and he got reminded that right, telepathy quirk. "So, can I heal you?" this time he spoke aloud. "It's alright if you want Recovery Girl, as Hicchan said it's not a very useful quirk but you don't seem injured much besides a little winded and bruised and—"

"Yeah, do that." Midoriya looked at him like a deer caught in highlights and then beamed like he offered him the world, then gently took his head and focused, warm green light enveloping first him, and then also transferring to Neito. It felt warm too, like an aura... And then everything hurt, and oh god make it stop—

"Okay, I'm done, sorry for that." The pain subdued immediately as Midoriya stopped touching him. Dear god—

"Okay, yeah, that's a fucked up quirk."

"Sorry."

"I think I cried the first time he healed me," Shinsou mentioned casually, shrugging. "Come on, time to nap." He got up from the ground without a word of further explanation. What?

"Oh, Hicchan means that you'll need to sleep a little, so the healing properly sets." Now that they mentioned it, a nap wouldn't hurt— "Come on." Midoriya also rose from the ground and gave Neito a helping hand, which he accepted.

Mmmmmm, he shouldn't be blushing because his crush was touching him twice in the same minute.

Midoriya gasped beside him, but he couldn't focus on him because suddenly he noticed Shinsou holding two mattresses over his head.

Where did those come from?

"Ah, Hicchan often wants to nap directly after sparring, and we basically claimed this gym as ours, so we stashed some sleeping supplies there," Midoriya provided a neat explanation, before speeding up to help his boyfriend. Neito followed much slower, and... something was wrong. He was reasonably sure Midoriya was telling Shinsou something, because the indigo-haired boy's eyebrows shot up randomly at some point when he was lying the stuff down, and his eyes wandered to Neito for a second before continuing staring ahead.

So something about him. Great. Gah, he hated being talked about behind his back, or rather right in front of him but with no clue what it was about whatsoever.

Did Midoriya figure out he was crushing on them both? Was it something he said or did? Was it something... he... thought— oh god he was such an idiot.

Midoriya must have heard his thoughts, and now—

"Earth to Monoma, get here loser," Shinsou droned on monotonously, patting the space... between him and Midoriya? They expected him to... lie down between them?

What?

"Don't make us wait." He numbly went forward, kicking off his shoes, and getting on the joined mattresses. Immediately he got spooned from behind by Midoriya—ohmygodohmygodohmygod—and Shinsou covered all of them with a light, cool sheet. It was strangely comforting despite the weirdness of the situation.

"Uh..."

"Just try to sleep, I set the alarm for an hour, make use of it." Shinsou's cool gaze felt a little overwhelming from that close. Neito felt as if he had no choice but to obey him, despite the indigo head not using his quirk. It made him giddy, a sliver of hope appearing in his heart.

He closed his eyes, hoping that his excitement wouldn't show too much.

And then Shinsou started humming.

He almost shot up in surprise, it was so... deep. And some kind of lullaby, Neito knew it vaguely.

The longer the boy continued the more hazy Neito felt. It was amazing as if his voice had some kind of brainwashing abilities even without quirk usage...

He was out like a light before he could fully process this thought.

An insistent sound of birds singing woke him up and left him wondering just how bad did he have to oversleep to hear this.

And then he realized it was Shinsou's alarm. Huh. Cute.

Speaking of Shinsou, the boy groaned and stretched, narrowly missing hitting Neito's head, before he settled once again, mindlessly pulling him forward. Oh.

"I'm not Midoriya," he whispered into his chest, and oh god he seemed even more muscular when Neito could touch.

"I know," came a half-yawn-half answer. Wait, what? "'Zuku told me what you were thinking," he continued murmuring sleepily and Neito's heart stopped beating. "I'm fine with that, he's fine with that, let's try."

"Let's... try?" It was that simple?

"Yup!" came an answer from behind him. Midoriya was wide awake, and still hugging him. Oh god.

It was... that simple.

He laughed, not sure why exactly, and flashed them his smile. It probably looked a little insane.

"Yeah... Let's try."