No real plot, just the sick things I need to get out of my head. English is not my native language either, so please forgive any spelling mistake you might stumble upon.
It was freezing outside and Shôto was glad to finally get home after the hellish few days they've been having at the agency. With his quirk, he'd thought he could deal with the cold, but he was way too tired, and longed for a heartwarming cup of tea.
- Is tea fine, Midoriya ? he asked, looking at his friend who was just removing his shoes.
- That'll be great, Shôto, thank you.
Hanging his coat, he heard voices coming from the living room and frowned as he understood his father was already home. But then again, it'd be weird if he didn't at least say hi, so he went ahead.
- I'm home. he said in a flat tone.
- Thank you for having me ! Midoriya added merrily at his shoulder.
Shôto should have divined it, but again his father was having Bakugô over. That third year internship had been their longest by far, and the three of them had been working for Endeavor's agency for two months now, ever since their New Year holiday. Endeavor had taken a shine to Bakugô, and that was no surprise to Shôto either : they had a lot in common. Besides, it seemed to do good to both. Bakugô had been less obnoxious, or at least a bit quieter, mimicking his boss' cold detachment. And Shôto's father actually had someone to teach stuff and talk to. Of course he'd always been nice in a way with his sidekicks - if nice could be the term. Considerate, praising their good work, teaching them when needed. But none of them ever came much at home. Thinking about it, it may have been because of the heavy atmosphere at the Todoroki's, to which Bakugô seemed completely oblivious. He'd known for a long time that the whole household was a madhouse, and just rolled with it. That was not much change from his own home.
- Icy-hot, Deku. Finished with the paperwork yet ? the young man grinned.
- Hi Kacchan. Midoriya smiled, not giving in to the teasing.
Shôto could have smiled too if not for the slight unease he had every time those two were together. While his father was sitting straight with his legs crossed, a cup of tea in hand, Bakugô was sprawled, resting his head on one hand in a careless way. Apart from the attitude, they were dressed the exact same : thick, comfy and pricey dark clothes that kept them warm.
- Paperwork is finished, yes. Shôto finally said.
- We just got home too. Endeavor explained. With this weather, no point in keeping too many on patrol, even villains will stay in.
- And you're not a fan of cold weather anyway, Kacchan. Midoriya threw in, nodding.
- I'm fine in any weather, dumbass. Bakugô growled, frowning.
- I think we're all tired. Shôto said, having no taste for the young man's shouting after such a long day.
- Yes, I've asked Fuyumi to prepare the sauna. Endeavor said. Will you stay for dinner too, Midoriya ?
- No, thanks, I've just come to pick some things I left here last time. My mom is expecting me.
Shôto considered asking his friend to stay over, but thought better of it. The contrast between the quiet and awkward Todorokis and Bakugô's explosive temperament was overwhelming. Everyone was suddenly too loud, almost cheerful when he was around, and if most days it was a blessing, Shôto sometimes longed for peace and quiet. And it was the third time this week Bakugô had stayed over. Not that his mother and sister minded, it was a perfect excuse to play the happy family, though Bakugô seemed perfectly at ease too when they started shouting at each other. But it was just weird to have his father pick up one of his classmates as his new favorite student. After having been put through Endeavor's harsh teaching for most of his life, Shôto didn't know if he must be relieved or jealous that Bakugô had taken his place and seemed to thrive at everything he'd struggled.
Figuring out that something was amiss, Midoriya waited to be alone in the kitchen with his friend to start asking questions.
- Kacchan comes often, doesn't he ?
- Yes. He's always around these days. Special tutoring.
- No wonder he's making such incredible progress. Midoriya smiled. I just hope he's not too loud or rude…
- He is. Shôto smiled. But you know, the two of them, they really like each other's company. My father has actual conversations with him, about random stuff.
- That's good. his friend said with a heartwarming smile.
That's weird. Shôto thought to himself.
Midoriya finally went home and Shôto chose to lock himself in his room rather than share a sauna with his father and his loud friend. After all this time, cold weather still suited him better than the suffocating heat the two seemed to like.
- That's it for today. Endeavor said, crossing his muscular arms.
- I can still go. Katsuki panted, his mouth dry.
- After the beating you took yesterday and today's training, no. If that's the last thing I'll teach you, you'll learn how to rest properly.
Katsuki made a pout but nodded. He'd figured out long ago that nothing could move the number one hero when his mind was set. They were similar in that regard, so it was something that the young man respected.
- If you don't take care of yourself, your body is going to fail you at the worst moment.
- I know. Katsuki grumbled. That's why I cook my own food and try to manage some beauty sleep.
The joke made Endeavor's lips curve just a bit. He helped the young man on his feet and slammed a heavy hand on his shoulder. Over the two years he'd known him, Enji had watched Bakugô steadily gaining strength and an unshakable quiet confidence, which was an improvement from all the threats and boasting he'd displayed at first. The kid even managed a phrase without cursing, now and then. While they made their way back to the house, his smile widened as he watched Bakugô kicking the heavy snow around them, cursing.
- Fuck I hate this damn winter.
- I don't mind much.
- Yeah, fucking tell me you'd not rather be under some fucking sun ! Katsuki drawled.
- My quirk is more suited to this than yours, that's all. I can keep warm.
- While everything just becomes a thousand times more difficult for me.
- Reason why I'm training you now, in the dead of winter.
- I'll fucking freeze to death before this is over.
Snuggling into his thick winter coat, hands deep in his pockets, Katsuki just followed his boss inside, relieved to be out of the chill. Looking at Endeavor in his turtleneck, he was sure the guy was as cold as him but wanted to brag about his damn quirk. As usual these days, they headed to the part of the house that held the sauna. The Todoroki house was big, old fashioned, and reeking of money. But when they reached the place, Enji opened another door he'd never noticed.
- I saw how stiff you are after yesterday.
- It still aches. Katsuki nodded reluctantly. It would get better if I could just get fucking warm at some point !
- Come on, get in. At that point what you need is a massage.
- Wut ?
Enji looked back at his student, puzzled at his sudden silence. It was not an easy feat to shut the young man up. Looking away, Katsuki made an offhand gesture.
- I'm ok, thanks.
- What are you now, shy ? Endeavor half smirked, half frowned.
Katsuki seemed to ponder what to answer for a second, grinding his teeth and making fists of his hands, but Endeavor's steady gaze always settled him some way or another. Avoiding his eyes, he shrugged.
- I don't like people touching me. he grated, uneasy.
- That's a child's answer.
Past the surprise, Katsuki understood what his teacher meant by that. Katsuki knew better than anyone that he was difficult to deal with, and that both his attitude and the fact that he didn't like contact with people were a side effect of his quirk. Over the years, practice had helped him get the constant chemical induced headache under control, allowing for something that looked like a normal life, though what helped most was still to burn the fucking nitro out of his system by exploding a bunch of shit - or guys. At that point in life, he couldn't shake his character anymore though, not that he'd want to anyway. Maybe if it was easier to talk to people, it would also be easier to touch somebody now.
- Ok, fine. You even know what you're fucking doing ?
The sole answer was Endeavour cracking his knuckles with a very businesslike gaze. Katsuki gulped. Deep down, something else was arguing against letting his boss touch him, but he silenced it and steeled himself. Even though Enji had mocked him, Katsuki was not shy and stripped down without fuss before lying on the table conveniently placed in the middle of the room. Enji tossed a cozy towel over him to keep him from getting cold.
- Try to relax, breath evenly if I happen to find a sore spot. And it's ok if you fall asleep.
Yeah, like I would ever sleep while you paw me, old man. Katsuki thought to himself, trying to slow his heart rate.
This was weird, trying to relax while his fucking boss was massaging his toes, then breathe slowly as his hands traveled up, apparently revealing every ache in his body. He felt himself tense as the older man tried to soothe his worn out muscles. Breathing techniques helped shit, but damn the man had warm hands. After being so chilled all the fucking time, that simple fact felt like a blessing. It took less time than he thought for his mind to drift away, hurts forgotten as the number one hero worked on his back. But as his body slowly mellowed, a new kind of tension filled him. When suddenly it stopped, Katsuki couldn't hold a frustrated tsk, feeling cold and more naked than ever once deprived of the big warm hands on him.
- Turn over. Enji told him, cracking his knuckles again.
- Errr no, I'm ok. Katsuki managed, grabbing the towel to hide behind it while sitting up.
Endeavor gave him a no bullshit look which he returned with a scowl of his own.
- You will need to find a way to relax at some point, Bakugô. he lectured him.
- Yeah, well, fuck this, I'm all nerves and that'll keep me sharp.
- It'll get you killed. Enji told him deadpan.
- I'll fucking kill you if you keep this fucking shit talk. Katsuki growled, now very pissed.
- I'd like to see you try. the older man mocked without an ounce of amusement.
Katsuki usually knew pretty much how to get out of every situation. Observation skills, analytic mind and a good deal of brute force had worked wonders for him. But in his fucked up state, anger penting up, and with his body betraying him just like his boss had said it would, Katsuki somehow forgot about the towel as he stood up, ready to blast his way out.
- Fuck. he blurted as the damn thing fell to the floor.
A heavy silence fell in the room, freezing Katsuki in place while his boss looked him up and down. Hell if he was going to act ashamed or anything ! Endeavor then met his gaze, searching his student's eyes to gauge exactly what this was about.
- So that's how it is ? Endeavor asked in a careful voice.
Katsuki shrugged, about to drop another line of curses and threats, when Enji just came to him, crowding him with his bulk, pushing him to sit back abruptly on the table. Then he grabbed Katsuki's chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes as the blond thought his heart would escape from his shattered ribs. This couldn't be happening.
- For someone so driven, you're really bad at saying what it is you want. Enji told him in a deep low voice that made Katsuki shiver.
Unclenching his fists and teeth, the blond chose to let go and relaxed, offering a wolfish grin to his boss. Katsuki was painfully aware that only an inch separated him from the other man's warmth. For good or worse, there was no challenge he could ignore.
- I want you to touch me. Katsuki said, finding out his voice had come out very deep and full of sudden need.
- So you changed your mind, then ? Like it now ?
Letting go of Katsuki's chin, Enji slowly slid his hands down the younger man's body from shoulders to thighs, then back up again to rest on his narrow hips. Katsuki could not repress a shiver.
- Fuck, your hands are so fucking warm. he cursed.
Meeting his gaze, Katsuki saw that a different kind of fire now lit the other man's eyes. He licked his lips and swallowed, trying to get his heart to slow down a bit.
- Kiss me. he ordered.
And to his utmost surprise, the number one hero complied. Cold sweat ran down Katsuki's spine while white fire spread inside him. Parting his lips, he could feel Endeavor's tongue licking his, completely lost in that slow messy kiss. And when he thought the older man would stop, Katsuki just grabbed his shirt to pull him closer, wanting more, not the least ashamed of the soft moaning that escaped his lips. Enji met him with equal fire, sliding his hands under Katsuki's ass to pull him closer. He was curious as to how far the young man would want this to go. As enticing as it was, he'd still want Katsuki to set his own pace, if only to see him back down from something once in his life. The thought made him smile and Katsuki felt it, pulled back a bit and searched his face.
- Something fucking funny ?!
- You tell me.
- Get rid of that fucking shirt, I'm sick of being the only one butt naked. Katsuki scowled, sliding his hands under the garment.
It was done in an instant, clothes discarded in a heap, and the young man greedily came skin to skin, shivering again.
- You're cold ?
- Not like this. he grinned, full of mischief, snuggling closer.
To Enji's surprise, Katsuki lost no time in getting to his belt. Frowning, he realized that maybe the young hero was very serious about this. Before he could decide on what to do, the weight of the belt had dragged his pants down. Something in his mind clicked and he decided he didn't care anymore, pulling Katsuki to him once again, now only separated by the thin fabric of his underwear.
- Fucking hell, you're hard for me, ain't you ? Katsuki breathed in his ear.
- Figured out what it is you want ?
- I really want to get fucked by the number one hero. the young man whispered.
- Don't call me that.
- Hell if I'd call you Todoroki, that'd be fucking weird. he panted back as their carresses became rough.
- I have a first name you know, Katsuki.
The blond moaned louder than ever when his lover started stroking his cock in his huge fist. Coherent thoughts seemed to have deserted Katsuki as he started mumbling.
- Fuck… Yes… Enji ! he cried, out of breath. Fuck me.
Unable to restrain himself, Endeavor pushed Katsuki down with his palm, forcing him on his back to tower over him. Then he started to kiss his body and force his fingers into the young man's mouth. Katsuki quickly got the idea, licking them avidly, even though Enji pushed them deeper down his throat until he gagged, losing no time in getting them soaked. Heart pounding, Enji spread Katsuki's legs wider, wincing as he thought maybe he'd been too rough, but his lover cried in delight. Fuck, his intern was loud ! He knew that of course, but he'd never have thought this would become a bigger problem than it already was. Endeavor used the little part of his mind still functional to try to remember who was home and might hear them, but the kids were all at their jobs for at least a couple of hours.
- What the fuck are you waiting f… ?
Katsuki's complaints were cut short as Enji started to caress him more intimately, before sliding a finger inside him. The young man closed his eyes and put his wrist over them, a low manic laugh escaping his lips while he muttered endlessly - fuck, yes, holy fuck... That was some sinful sight indeed, and the hand Enji had rested on Katsuki's thigh tightened, not caring if it left bruises, making him gasp. Endeavor knew first hand that his intern had some high tolerance to pain, every decent hero wannabe had to, and Katsuki was at the top of the bunch in that regard too. So he spared no time and slid a second finger inside, having the young man arch his back and bite his wrist to muffle his moaning. Out of breath, Katsuki could feel his boss caressing him from within, quickly hitting a sensitive spot that had him curse all the more. Mesmerized, Enji watched the young man writhe and beg for more. He would never get that scene out of his mind. Katsuki seemed so out of it that Enji was surprised when he suddenly managed to prop himself up, panting, to draw their mouths together for a delirious kiss. He was soaked in sweat, glistening, and Enji's eyes widened as he understood how dangerous that was. The tiniest spark could have them blast half the house if they were not careful. Strangely, the thought only made him harder, as Katsuki noticed when he slid his hand down to grab his boss' cock.
- Fuck me already… Katsuki breathed in his ear.
Coherent thoughts went out the window and Enji got rid of his underwear then grabbed his lover's thighs to pull him closer again, rubbing his dick against him. Spitting in his hand then using it to ease the way, he pushed himself inside Katsuki, who'd suddenly fallen silent, eyes shut and brows knitting together, holding his breath. Forcing himself to be gentle despite his pressing need, Enji eased his intern on his back, entering him slowly while stroking his cock, which seemed to work wonders. Katsuki opened his eyes wide and rasped, then cried when Enji started to move inside him.
- You like that, don't you ?
- Fuck yes ! Don't… don't hold back.
- Think you can take it ? Enji teased.
As per answer, Katsuki trust his hips to meet him, impaling himself even deeper, turning Enji absolutely mad with want. The stupid kid was screaming for it, and he roughly put one hand on his dirty mouth and the other around his neck to shut him up before all the neighborhood heard him.
- Can't believe you're such a filthy whore. he grinded, fucking his intern harder.
Muffled moans filled the room as the number one hero mercilessly fucked Katsuki dumb, leaving handprints against his skin before sliding fingers in his mouth again, delighted to feel the young hero suck on them as if he was eager for another dick. Until Katsuki started actually begging, loud and incoherent.
- Please, oh fuck, harder ! Make me cum for fuck's sake !
The rest of Katsuki's rambling drowned in the filthiest moan Enji ever heard as his lover surrendered to a devastating orgasm, making sure he didn't even had the wit to pull out before coming inside him. What the fuck got into him ?
Panting, the mighty Endeavor watched his intern slowly catch his breath, soaked in dangerous sweat, so wrecked it was painful to watch. Red imprints on his body would turn to dark bruises soon enough. Enji suddenly felt very ashamed of himself.
- You need a shower. he grumbled with an eloquent look at how disgusting Katsuki was.
- Yeah, agreed.
They didn't talk, sharing a scalding hot shower, each lost in his own thoughts, careless bliss for Katsuki, shame and concern for Enji. Battered and lightheaded, Katsuki stayed longer than expected in the shower, then dressed slowly, strangely at peace. When finally he went outside, Endeavor was under the porch with a cigarette in hand.
- Didn't know you smoked.
- I quitted a hundred times. It's not a good example to set.
- Fuck that ! Katsuki grinned carelessly. Jailbaiting isn't either.
- What are you talking about ?
- Well, I'm still seventeen, so…
Utter disbelief spread in Enji's mind and he cursed himself for the stupid self centered bastard he was. Shôto had turned eighteen early that year, and he'd assumed all the kids under his care were now adults. They surely were behaving like ones, and taking enough risks to earn the respect of their peers.
- You really had no clue ? Katsuki asked rudely. For fuck's sake, you signed my damn intership papers !
- Someone filed them for me, I never even looked at it.
He was about to tell the young man he should have said something, but thought better of it. This was his mess. The implications were dizzying.
- It's not like I'll fucking tell anyone. Katsuki pouted, seeming to read his boss' horrified face quite accurately.
- Still. Enji slowly said, his voice constricted. I think you know how bad this is. Hell, I'll go to jail for this. I've put enough sick bastards in prison to know…
- Oh come on, that's not the same ! Katsuki angrily retorted.
- It's the law. And look at you.
He didn't think he would one day see Bakugô Katsuki blush, but the young man was painfully aware of the bruising he'd gotten now that he was out in the cold again. His trouble was soon taken over by anger, tiny sparks popping from his clenched fists.
- You know what, fuck you, I ain't doing this, no way I'll have two heroes quit because of me.
What ? Enji was so dumbfounded he didn't even try to keep the young man from leaving. Instead he finished his cigarette and headed inside, crushed by despair. He needed a drink. Or ten. It was only upon entering the kitchen that he noticed his wife preparing dinner.
- Welcome home. I didn't hear you come in.
- Rei.
His hollow voice made her turn around slightly, but when she saw his face she quickly got back to her chores. A heavy silence set in the room as he poured himself a glass to the brim.
- So, what is it ? she asked softly.
- I fucked up, Rei.
- I'd rather not know the details. How bad is it ?
- I won't let this touch you. he vowed.
If only for his family's sake, he'd have to play the part and bury his sins. He gulped half the glass in one go. Then the simple truth he'd live with for so long escaped his lips.
- I should just kill myself. It'll be easier for everyone.
Rei put her knife down, wiped her hands on her apron and finally turned to face him. She was so fragile and yet now she seemed to hold onto some iron will. He wondered if maybe she was enjoying seeing him struck down like this.
- I often told myself the same, all these years. she said. But here we are. If I made it, you will too.
It was not a request, it was an order, and he knew he had too much to atone to refuse her.
The next few days were awkward. Out of the blue, Endeavor announced to the three students they'd be working in two man teams with one of his sidekicks until the end of their internship, and Katsuki ended up with Flame Head. Not that he really disliked her, the girl had spirit, though she was a pain. But he knew exactly what this was about and it made him grumpy. Well, grumpier than usual. Mostly he was angry at himself and honest enough to acknowledge it. That didn't stop him from blowing up a bunch of thugs while Deku and Icyhot were running here and there chasing their other idiotic targets. It really felt good to release some tension after having had to endure Deku's stupid questioning.
- Kacchan ! What happened to your face ?!
- What's it to you, nerd ? he'd shrugged absentmindedly.
- Did you get into a fight again ? Icyhot had asked, frowning.
- Should have seen the other guy. Katsuki had scoffed evilly.
Now pinning some useless dickhead on the pavement while Flame Head cuffed him, he was discovering it wasn't enough to really feel better. He ached all over and even though he managed to hide it pretty well, it didn't help with his mood. Katsuki let a wild grin flower on his face as he thought idly that Endeavor was rougher than any villain he'd met. Those memories would give him goosebumps for a long time.
- That's it for those morons. Flame Head said, brushing her hands against each other. Let's wait for your friends to come back.
Katsuki didn't bother to remind her the two extras were not his friends, she wasn't listening to anything he said.
- Fuckers are late, as usual. Figures. he grumbled.
As the police started filling the street, they went farther on the sidewalk, out of policemen's way, leaning against the wall of a bakery. That's when their motherfucking fans appeared out of nowhere. Katsuki usually managed to ditch them, but for once there was only a group of like four or five girls, wearing some fancy school uniform, and he couldn't bother. The bolder of the lot ignored Flame Head superbly as she threw herself at him, a tiny piece of fabric in her hand.
- Can I please have your autograph ?! she asked loudly, red as a beet.
In the background, the other girls were whispering wildly no way, she did ask, OMG !. Exasperated, Katsuki snatched the fabric from her hand with contempt written on his face. Until he understood what it was he was seeing. Panties. Delicate girl panties in a mix of pink, black and orange, with grenades and exploding shit. He grinned.
- Sew that yourself, Blondie ?
- Y-yes ! she stuttered. You - you like it ?
- Design is a killer.
- I drew it myself too ! she smiled. I'm a big fan !
- Can see that. I hope you didn't fucking wear it before givin' it to me, though ?
The girls went wooooo while Blondie turned even redder and shook her head. From the corner of his eyes, Katsuki would see Flame Head frowning, her eyes shouting You're way out of line.
- Turn around. he told the dumbfounded girl.
Baffled, she just obeyed and he placed the panties on her back, snapping his fingers at her face.
- Got a fucking pen, I hope ?
She didn't even fumble, handing it right away, a stupid grin on her stupid face. He signed the damn thing and threw it back at her.
- Now get the fuck out of here or I'll blast you home. Hero at work.
They scattered in a frenzy of girly shrieks and Katsuki gave Flame Head a nasty scowl to warn her against bothering him. As usual, she was deaf to it.
- I can't begin to tell you how stupid this was. We told you to keep away from fans if you can't behave properly. This will give you bad rep.
- Couldn't care less. he drawled. Imma be number one anyway, bad rep is just a handicap to make it fairer to those fuckers watching my back.
She rolled her eyes, but Katsuki had already forgotten her. His skin was prickling and he turned back instinctively. Endeavor was watching him from among the policemen, his piercing gaze fixed on him. Katsuki was betting he'd seen the whole thing. Out of some sense of revenge, Katsuki smiled recklessly and met his gaze before pushing his tongue on the inside of his cheek in the most dirty way. Though the man didn't move, Katsuki could see his eyes widen slightly, and chuckled evilly. Endeavor hadn't seen the last of him, he swore.
Upon getting back to the agency, Izuku was glad to finally be done with it, and a little ashamed to leave Shôto the last patrol of the day. His partner had praised his work of the day before she left him to head to the lady's locker room. All in all, it had been a great day, even though he'd met Burnin on the way, and noticed she was seething. As Izuku entered the men's locker room, he already knew Kacchan had again done something to piss her off. If only it wasn't every three days. Casting around, he saw that Kacchan's things were indeed here, his costume already put away, his civilian clothes neatly waiting on a bench. Farther ahead, the sound of running water could be heard. Steeling himself, Izuku removed his shoes and headed straight for the showers, eager to debrief the day's drama with his old nemesis. Over the years, he'd grown less afraid of Kacchan, and the fiery teen had also learned to tune down his antipathy. It didn't mean they were actual friends in the common sense, but Izuku felt he was entitled to some scolding of his childhood friend.
As usual, Kacchan had set the water to scalding hot and the place was full of steam. But not enough for Izuku to miss it. As if struck by lighting, he stopped right on the threshold, dread filling him like poison. Kacchan was washing his hair, facing the inside of the room, his head thrown back to avoid shampoo in his eyes. In this position, Izuku could see him whole, and held his breath, suddenly afraid that his childhood friend would notice his intrusion. The bruises on Kacchan's face were nothing against what he was seeing. Huge dark violet patterns had appeared on the young man's throat, hips, thighs and ass. Swallowing down with difficulty, Izuku couldn't shake the impression that they were hand prints. Something flipped in his stomach and his breath caught. Heart pounding in his chest, he fled the scene, more ashamed that he'd ever been, feeling his pants getting too tight.
- Dammit…
Of course he had a thing for Kacchan. Who hadn't ? But this… this was wrong. And yet Izuku knew there was no escaping it. Biting his lips, he locked himself in the nearest bathroom stall. The images wouldn't fade, seared in his mind, Kacchan head thrown back as if he could just kiss his neck and get away with it. Izuku wanted to touch those horrifying bruises and soothe them with caresses. Tears started welling up as he felt crushed between shame and lust. No indeed, there was no escaping it. Defeated, he opened his hero suit and started jerking off, hoping no one would catch him though the idea added fuel to his fantasy. What if Kacchan stumbled upon him ?
Izuku somehow managed to finish in peace, so it was all the most frightening to hear the door of the bathroom crash loudly against the wall.
- Oi, Deku !? Kacchan's voice boomed. You here, fucker ?
- Y-yeah. A minute !
- Sheesh, spare me the details ! I'm taking a gatorade from your bag.
That was Kacchan for you : no asking, no apology. Izuku chuckled out of relief. But then reality dawned on him. He needed to talk to him. What was going on ? He knew the young hero wouldn't like it, but it was a hero's business to meddle in people's lives. Washing his hands, he pondered how to start that particular conversation. Whatever he said, things were going to get bad. When finally he went back to the locker room, Katsuki was halfway through the gatorade and putting his socks on. Bent like this, Izuku had the tiniest glimpse at his bruised throat. Keep it together, dammit.
- Kacchan ?
- I'm not in the mood, nerd. Flame Head can go fuck herself.
- That's - that's not what I wanted…
- You gonna whine about the drink ?
- No - no. Listen…
- I've got things to do, dumbass.
- Kacchan, please listen to me ! Izuku finally managed with a normal voice, catching his friend's interest.
- Spit it out, then. Katsuki grumbled, knowing his annoying classmate would plague him until he'd said his part.
- What's with the bruises ? Izuku asked, blushing despite himself.
Kacchan's face darkened instantly, turning to something feral that Izuku knew to be the worst side of the young hero. It's been a long time since he had a bout with evil Katsuki.
- None of your business, fucker. Katsuki growled, a warning.
- Kacchan, if someone hurt you…
Before he could finish his sentence, Kacchan had closed the gap between them and grabbed the collar of his hero suit, pinning him roughly against the lockers. The red eyes and frightening snarl were way too close for Izuku's comfort.
- You fucking should stay out of my business, Deku.
- Kacchan, please, I want to help.
- Oh yeah ? Been sneaking in the showers a lot lately ?
Kacchan had backed up just far enough to pin him with a cruel and wicked stare. Izuku blushed and avoided his gaze, obvious guilt painted on his honest face. Looking down in shame, he didn't see Katsuki's eyes widen as the wordless confession threw him off guard. Fucking Deku, pure as white snow, lurking in the showers ? That was too funny to let it pass. Katsuki was smiling like a madman, and he pushed Deku further against the locker, sliding his thigh between the young hero's, hearing him gasp.
- Are you a pervert, Deku ? Katsuki whispered naughtily in his ear.
- Kacchan, please… Izuku whined, on the brim of tears.
Just as quickly, Katsuki let go of him, turning his back on the panting young man.
- You mind your fucking business, nerd. Or I swear I'll give you twins to what I got.
In the heavy silence that followed, Katsuki put his sneakers on, grabbed his bag and left without another look at Izuku. Only once the door had closed behind him could the green haired young man breathe again. His back still against the locker, Izuku slid down heavily, his legs shaking uncontrollably. No contest here, that was indeed the worst encounter he had with Kacchan - yet. Did he just threatened to rape him ? Izuku swallowed, too shaken to decide if he was afraid, angry, sad or excited.
When Shôto entered the locker room almost an hour later, Midoriya was still there, his green hair damp, looking at his shoes, mumbling to himself. Here it goes again. Shôto sighed. However, a closer look revealed more than a classic episode of nerdy worry.
- Midoriya, have you been crying ?
Startled by his voice, the young hero lifted his head in a panic, wrenching his hands. It'd been a long time since Midoriya had acted this way, being way more confident these days than he was in their first year at UA.
- Oh, hi Shôto, I didn't hear you come in. I'm fine, I had shampoo in my eyes and…
- What's going on ?
His friend was acting weirder than ever and that frightened Shôto. It had slowly dawned on him over the last two years that Midoriya was probably the strongest of them all. Seeing him like this was absolutely terrifying. The young man sighed, trying for a weak smile.
- Can't hide from you, eh ?
- I'm your friend.
- Best friend, yeah. It's ok, just had words with Kacchan, that's all.
- And you ended up crying all alone in here for… an hour ?
A weird grimace shook his friend's mouth, forewarning of more crying. But Midoriya just hid his face in his hands, breathing deeply to settle himself. Shôto knew the young hero quite well, and only Bakugô could have made such a mess. How he hated the guy sometimes.
- What did he do this time ?
- Nothing.
- Don't defend him on top of everything !
- No, it's true. It's all my fault.
Aaaand there, he was crying. Shôto grinded his teeth and sat down by him, a hand on his shoulder. A closer look confirmed that at least Bakugô had not hit him. It would have left some traces since he had a thing for punching people's faces and burning things to cinders. No fighting then.
- What did he say ?
- He was mad at me, had every right to be. Midoriya sniffed. Called me a pervert for sneaking on him in the showers.
- What ?
- I just wanted to talk !
Shôto couldn't believe they were having this conversation. Closing his eyes a second, he steeled himself.
- Were you ? he asked.
- W-what ?
- I know I'm thick sometimes, but this is something I figured out a long time ago. Shôto explained slowly. You like him, don't you ?
Since Midoriya would rather hide his blushing face in his hands than deny, Shôto knew he had it right for once. This was a mess.
- So, did you… hem, sneak on him like a pervert ?
- Shôto ! Gosh, no ! I didn't mean to, it's just…
- Ok, I don't need the details. Still, it's Bakugô we're talking about, he's always mad for some reason, don't take it personally. Why are you so upset ?
A shadow fell on Midoriya's eyes, and Shôto knew there was more to it than it first seemed. Something had happened and the poor guy would torture himself if he didn't spit it out.
- Come on, you're not getting away without telling me.
- I was worried. Midoriya started. You know he hates when people try to help him.
- Worried about what ?
Shôto waited patiently as his friend turned a dark shade of red, eating his lips, pondering if he should say something. Just as he thought Midoriya wouldn't tell him, he sighed.
- The bruises.
- What, on his face ?
- No. He's got… more. Everywhere. Midoriya shivered, entranced. On his neck, his thighs… It was so frightening.
- He's been training a lot lately.
- That's not it. Midoriya shook his head. There were handprints… inside his thighs. I'm so afraid something bad happened.
Suddenly Shôto was chilled to the bone. A horrifying realization came to him and he forgot to breathe for a second. Keep it together ! He released a sigh and clapped Midoriya on the shoulder.
- I'm sure you're worrying over nothing. As I said, it's Bakugô, toughest idiot around here.
- You sure ? Midoriya searched his eyes for reinsurance.
- Of course. You're overreacting. Go home, we had a long day, I'm sure it'll feel like nothing in the morning.
Why was it so important to him that Midoriya believed the lie ? Shôto had watched him live up to all their expectations, there was no way he'd let something like this drag him down in the mud with the rest of them. One of them at least should make it intact.
He waited until Midoriya had left, then picked his things and went straight home, not even bothering to shower. It was late already, and he could hear the whole family sitting down for dinner. Sliding the door, he stood there, watching them like some ghostly apparition. Shôto's father looked up to him, taking in the thin layer of ice that coated him and the murderous intent that radiated from his dark silhouette.
- Shôto, just in time… Fuyumi began, then stopped. What's wrong ?
- You fucking bastard ! Shôto shouted, aiming sharp ice daggers at his father.
Endeavor wasn't number one for nothing, and even in his own house he had sharp reflexes, turning the whole thing to sizzling steam in an instant. Fuyumi and their mother just looked frightened, eyes wide, and Natsuo seemed at a complete loss, hearing his little brother swear for the first time. Shôto raised his hand again but his father swiftly grabbed his wrist.
- Not here, you'll hurt someone. My study. Now.
The harsh words only gave heat to Shôto's fury, but Endeavor shoved him roughly in the corridor, then went straight for the quieter part of the house, ignoring the others' questions. Once at his desk, he crossed his arms and pinned Shôto with a hard stare.
- Shut the door. he ordered. Are you mad, lashing out like this ?! What's this about ?
- It's about Bakugô ! he shouted back, acid burning his insides.
Enji just stared his son down, impervious to his fury. Of course this was bound to happen.
- You won't even deny it ?!
- What did he tell you ?
- Nothing ! Midoriya saw him in the shower, you sick pervert !
- And your first conclusion is that I'm responsible.
Shôto sneered, not the least afraid nor willing to back down from his accusation. Enji sighed.
- It figures. You know me better than anyone else.
- I fucking hope you rot in jail !
- Let me show you something.
The calm tone finally reached out to Shôto and he wrapped himself in cold hate. Enji went behind his desk and opened a chest that was stored there, before gesturing to his son to come forward. Warry, Shôto came to his side, looked into the chest to see a lone short blade. He shivered.
- What the… ?
- I had this made after your brother died. If one day you feel I'm doing more wrong than good, leave the chest open. The gods know your mother is too kindhearted to act upon it.
Thunderstruck, Shôto looked up at his father, meeting his eyes. The man was dead serious.
- This will stay between us. Endeavor said in a definite tone. I'd rather kill myself than let your mother and siblings pay the price for my mistakes.
- And you're too much a coward to end yourself so you ask me… ? came Shôto's constricted voice. That's just sick.
- Like it or not, I still have responsibilities as a hero.
Something akin to fear appeared in the young man's eyes, and a moment later he was fleeing, his feet stamping loudly in his fury. Enji tried to breathe again, then shut the chest after one last look. Gods he was weary.
Not knowing where his steps were leading him, Shôto ended up in the kitchen. The house was suddenly deadly quiet, but his mother was there, washing dishes. Rei did not turn around, and for her sake Shôto tried to calm down just a bit.
- Did you talk ? she asked in a light tone.
- He makes me sick.
- He's still your father.
- Did you know he slept with Bakugô ?
Shôto couldn't believe he'd said that. To his mother. With such a hurtful tone. A second after the words had left his mouth he was mortified.
- Ah, I see. I wish you'd spare me the details…
- Mother…
- It's so like you to get angry on behalf of a friend.
- Bakugô is a loud annoying moron !
At that Rei turned to face him and he saw she was smiling. A sad smile, but still.
- This is so unfortunate.
Unfortunate ? Was she mad ? She must have noticed his bewildered expression for she turned around and resumed washing the dishes.
- Shôto. Do you realize there could never be a happy ending for your father ?
- Uh ?
- If maybe he'd been less ambitious… But the day he decided to commit himself fully as a hero, he also renounced any right to be happy with someone. It was only very unfortunate that he chose me to take the same vow.
- What are you saying ?
- Your father could never love me. I was just a tool. It took me a long time to understand what he intended to do. It nearly drove us both mad. All for you.
Shôto couldn't take it anymore. His mother seemed to notice his despair, and she came to him, taking his hands in her wet soapy ones.
- It's been hard, Shôto, but it was worth it. That's why I can't hate him.
Rei's smile was so full of love that it burned away his anger. Crushing his mother in his arms, Shôto thought about Midoriya. Was there a happy ending for him ?
The music was very loud and Shôto was still wondering why he'd agreed to come. Probably because everyone else did and this was supposed to be their last outing before the end of school. In about ten days they would be official heroes and get on with their lives. As much as he hated those shady clubs Denki and Mina were into, he had to admit he loved those guys and would miss them. Most of them were dancing wildly, but he'd stayed at their table with Midoriya, Kirishima and Bakugô. The latest was sprawled on the bench, a drink in front of him, oblivious to the conversation. His crimson eyes were tracking something and suddenly he gave a wicked smile that chilled Shôto to the bone. Following Bakugô's gaze, Shôto saw a guy in a dark fishnet shirt blush.
- Could you please not do that. Shôto growled.
- What's your fucking problem, Scarface ? Bakugô retorted, taking a sip of his drink.
- People know us.
- So ?
- Wouldn't want them to figure out you're a fucking faggot.
Kirishima's mouth popped open in disbelief, and Midoriya looked hurt. This was the first time they'd heard Shôto curse, and the drink in front of him might have been part of the cause.
- Got issues with it, Icyhot ? Bakugô drawled, surprisingly letting the insult pass.
- Wait what ? Kirishima remembered he had a mouth.
- You know you'll get even worse rep if this goes public. Shôto went on.
- I don't fucking care. I know you're slow, but maybe in the course of the last three years you noticed that I don't intend on pretending to be someone I'm not. Not my style to hide behind a woman's skirts.
There it was at last, the cruel smile and the sharp jab. Shôto's eyes narrowed dangerously.
- What's that supposed to mean ?
- You know perfectly well what it means.
Midoriya had to place his hand on Shôto's arm to prevent him from making a stupid move. Katsuki just sneered and stood up, burying his hands in his pockets.
- Have fun, losers.
And just like that he disappeared in the crowd.
- What the fuck ?! Kirishima cursed, bewildered.
- That was not okay, Shôto. Midoriya grumbled with a hurt look on his candid face. You're drunk.
Shôto wiped his face with his hand and sighed. Maybe Midoriya was right and he'd pushed things too far. But no matter what, Bakugô's attitude just got on his nerves. He felt sick.
- You should apologize.
- I'm sorry, Midoriya.
- Not to me ! the young man seethed.
Izuku could not believe what was happening. One second they were having fun and the next everything shattered. He hadn't noticed Shôto drinking more than he could handle, nor that the young man was keeping so much resentment hidden. And of course Kacchan would have lashed out, even though Izuku would never have thought that proud Bakugô Katsuki would let his private business be discussed in public. But Kacchan was neither afraid nor ashamed, not the slightest bit. That made Izuku smile to himself. Sliding a concerned look at his friend, he pushed his soda in front of Shôto.
- Sugar will clear your head.
The young hero nodded absently and sipped the soda, frowning. Things lit up again with Denki and Mina coming back, and Kirishima started telling the tale of Bakugô and Todoroki's fight. Izuku was mortified but when he wanted to give an apologetic smile to his friend, he noticed Shôto had disappeared too.
A bit sober, Shôto crossed the packed dance floor, oblivious to the happy people surrounding him, set on putting his head under some water. He'd gone too far and hurt Midoriya, which was the last thing he wanted. This situation was eating at him, and he cursed his father for dropping yet another horrifying secret on him. Shôto pushed the bathroom's door wearily, only to stop dead in his tracks. People were coming and going, laughing and snickering, apparently finding it hilarious that some guy was getting his dick sucked in the bathroom. They hadn't even bothered to hide in a stall. Cheers and jokes were being thrown playfully as the guy with his pants down was panting heavily. Shôto's blood ran cold when his eyes fell on the back of the guy kneeling in front of him : despite having pulled his hoodie to hide his face, Shôto would have recognized immediately the stupid ass black garment with a flaming skull on its back. This couldn't be happening. Bakugô couldn't be that dumb.
More laughing erupted as it was clear Bakugô's friend was nearly done and a thunder of applause welcomed his disgusting strangled moan. Even among the commotion and sick jokes, Shôto heard Bakugô's low evil laugh. The blond wiped his mouth and stood up, hiding his face before slipping out of the bathroom. Without thinking, Shôto followed, and soon he caught up with his classmate as he let himself out in the back alley.
- Are you crazy ?! Shôto snapped, livid.
The only answer he got was Bakugô's wild grin. The guy seemed unbothered and somewhat… happy ? Baffled, Shôto realized the young hero's cheeks were flushed and his eyes glazed.
- Are you drunk ?
- You're one to talk, Half'n'half ! Bakugô snorted.
- I'm allowed to, you stupid… What was that about ?! Do you want to end up on the news as Bakugô Cockslut Katsuki ?!
Unbelievably, that made Bakugô laugh. A low growl turned to a full laughter as the young man couldn't help himself.
- You think this is funny ?! Shôto yelled, furious both at his comrad's attitude and at the smile he felt twitching on his own lips.
Then he let go. Suddenly the both of them were laughing hard, bent in half, nearly crying.
- Cockslut ? Where the fuck did that came from, Scarface ?! D'you kiss your mother with that foul mouth ?
- I sure hope you don't.
More laughing. Out of breath, they sat side by side, back to the wall, impervious to the cold.
- Why are you so mad, Todoroki ? Bakugô asked once sober. It's none of your business what I do.
- Midoriya. Shôto answered with a grimace.
- What the fuck does it have to do with fucking Deku ? Bakigo growled.
- He likes you. Seeing you fucking up like this… Can't you be nicer to him ?
- Nah. The nerd is better off without me.
- How can you say that, I thought… ?
- Fuck's sake, you just saw me suck a stranger's dick in a shady club's bathroom. And I know you know about me being your father's slut.
Shôto's mouth popped open at the shameless admission. Bakugô made a face, his cheeks still flushed, either from laughing, drinking too much or actual shame Shôto wouldn't know. The blond averted his face and spoke in the lowest voice ever considering he was usually so loud.
- I don't think you want someone like me around your precious nerd.
A heavy silence settled between them, until Shôto sighed wearily.
- You're right, I don't. But that's not up to me. Maybe Midoriya wants to make you his slut instead. he smiled, teasing.
- Oi, watch it, Scarface ! Bakugô spat, more like his usual self.
- Let's get back inside. And get rid of that stupid sweater before everyone figures Lord Murder - whatever is giving head in public bathrooms.
- Fuck you, you bastard. Bakugô growled.
- Katsuki… did my father hurt you ?
Shôto thought Bakugô would not answer as he got heavily back on his feet before removing his hoodie and tying it around his slim waist.
- Yeah, he did. But I loved it.
Bakugô cut him an intense glare as if to challenge Shôto to say anything against it.
- You're a damn crazy one. Shôto finally sighed. Let's head back to the others.