My best friend on here's birthday was yesterday, so, in Mekabella21's honor, here is a double post this week :) You all should definitely check out her stories because she's an awesome writer as well!
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Letters From A Fan
Chapter 5
~Time-Skip: 2 Weeks~
Todoroki nervously paced his apartment, double checking that he had everything he could possibly need for that night. He and Midoriya had hung out a few times since he'd yanked him into an alley a couple of weeks prior, but this was the first time he was coming over to his house since the night he'd called in a panic.
It made Shoto feel silly to be so nervous about the boy coming over; it wasn't like it was a date or anything… even though he was cooking them dinner and had a movie ready to watch afterward. Besides, he was still smitten with Deku despite having no Earthly idea who he was or what he looked like and Midoriya was still 'kind of' dating Bakugo.
"We're just two friends hanging out… That's all…" he muttered to himself, compulsively straightening a pillow out on his couch.
The doorbell rang and Todoroki had to take a brief moment to cool himself off with his quirk, double checking the floor to make sure he hadn't left a trail of frost behind him. He opened the door and was immediately greeted with a tight hug.
"Hey!" Midoriya chirped smiling up at him widely. "It smells so good in here!"
Todoroki awkwardly moved to the side and let him in, his face falling into sad reflection. "It's my mom's old recipe…"
Izuku's smile faltered a bit and changed to one of soft understanding, his hand reaching out to rub Shoto's shoulder gently. He knew that Shoto's mom was in a mental institution, though he didn't know why.
"You know?" Todoroki asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Midoriya realized what he'd done, his mind reeling to come up with a reason for being aware of Mrs. Todoroki's situation. He knew because in his research as 'Deku' he'd come across it and sent many letters to Shoto about how sorry he was. But the dual user didn't know he was Deku, so he had to come up with an excuse or dodge.
"I do… I can't tell you how I know though" he answered carefully. "I know secrets about a lot of people but I swear I don't tell any of them, so you don't have to worry."
Todoroki nodded, believing more and more that Deku and Midoriya were probably good friends that worked together. He didn't really mind Izuku knowing, but it did make him wonder just how much the boy already knew about him.
"What about your parents, Midoriya?" he asked, offering him a soda.
Izuku shrugged slightly, playing with the condensation on his drink. He knew he had to think through his answers to personal questions since he'd often wrote about his life in the letters he sent to Todoroki. The dual user was smart and would probably figure out his true identity.
"That hardly seems fair," Shoto stated, sipping his own drink.
"What's unfair?" Midoriya responded.
"You clearly know a lot about my personal life and yet I know almost nothing about you… What are you so worried about?"
Izuku bit his lip slightly, weighing his options. "Well… My dad isn't in the picture and my mom already passed away. That's actually why I moved in with Kacchan in the first place; he took care of me when I didn't have anywhere to go."
"It seems strange that Bakugo would offer assistance…"
Midoriya smiled slightly, thinking of when the blonde had come to find him.
~*Flashback*~
Izuku sobbed on the stoop of his doorstep, clutching his high school diploma tightly to his chest as he rocked back and forth. It had come in the mail since he'd skipped the graduation ceremony to go to his mother's funeral.
Inko had been out getting him a present for graduating when she'd been one of several unlucky enough to be caught in a hostage situation. The heroes had done everything they could, but no one ended up surviving the ordeal.
Midoriya hadn't stopped crying since then, his eyes almost swollen shut from the never-ending tears. Everything was going wrong. He had no money to go to college, work was hard to come by once employers found out that he was quirkless with only a high school degree, and the only person in the world that seemed to care for him was gone.
It wouldn't be long before he wouldn't be able to pay for the apartment they lived in anymore and would end up on the streets. He blamed himself for her death, telling himself the only reason she was in that store was because she was trying to do something nice for him as she always did.
"Hey, Deku."
Midoriya looked up to see Bakugo standing before him, hands in his pockets and only a small scowl on his face. He choked on another sob, curling down farther as he awaited a beating or some cruel remark to come from his childhood bully. But none came.
"I'm sorry about Auntie… That shit is so fucked up but I'm not any good with condolences so stop that crying." Katsuki grunted.
"L-leave me al-alone K-Kacchan…" Midoriya wailed back. He was hurting desperately and he was going to cry if he wanted to. It's not like he could really do anything else at that moment.
Bakugo growled and yanked the boy to his feet, pulling him into a tight hug. He held him quietly for several minutes, holding him up even after his body went slack as he sobbed into his shirt.
"Deku…" he finally muttered into his hair. "Pack up whatever shit you want to keep and I'll come back to help you move it at the end of the week."
"I don't have anywhere to go, Kacchan! I'm a useless Deku just like you always said and I've got nothing left!" Midoriya cried.
"Don't be a little bitch! You've got me! You're moving in with me and I'm going to take care of your quirkless ass."
Izuku wiped his eyes, completely shocked that Bakugo of all people was coming to help him. The blonde hadn't even spoken to him since their last day of middle school and that had only been to insult him for not getting into UA.
"W-why are you offering to help me Kacchan?" Midoriya asked, his chest still heaving from his jerking sobs.
"Tsk… Doesn't fucking matter."
Midoriya dropped his head low once more and continued to hold himself tightly, clearly unhappy with the response. "It matters to me, Kacchan… Please…"
Katsuki growled in frustration, grabbing the boys chin and pulling his face up. "I fucking care about you, alright? Your dumbass is always in the back of my mind and you kept sending those damn letters so I know you're still watching villain fights. I'd never live it down if I let my quirkless, ex-best friend get killed so, I fucking swear to protect you so that you can do your little analysis shit and become a hero alongside me… just like we promised each other when we were kids."
Izuku began sobbing with relief and happiness, quickly curling into Bakugo's chest as he nodded. "Thank you Kacchan! I've missed you so much!"
"I've missed you too, nerd. Now get your ass back in the house and clean up your face so that we can go get boxes and shit."
~*End Flashback*~
Midoriya noticed that Todoroki was looking at him expectantly and realized he hadn't answered yet. "Kacchan isn't perfect… He's got a mean temper and he has a really warped way of showing that he cares but he does. I mean… When I was at my lowest he took care of me. Kacchan's always been my hero…"
Todoroki clicked his tongue and checked on their food. He hadn't missed the nostalgic look on Izuku's face, or how genuine his voice had sounded. Though he didn't think that helping the boy out when he was desperate made how Bakugo treated him alright, at least now he could understand why Midoriya was so devoted to him.
~Time-Skip: 2 Weeks~
Midoriya finished writing his letter to Todoroki and sealed it in an envelope, hiding it away in the new fake bottom of his desk drawer so that Bakugo wouldn't find it. He'd been thinking about the dual user almost constantly, enjoying the few times they would hang out together.
His biggest fear was having Shoto hate him once he found out that he was actually Deku. The dual user hadn't said anything about him being quirkless since their first encounter and even seemed to be more accepting of his spectating at villain fights.
But that didn't mean he wouldn't feel upset about being tricked. Izuku knew the longer he waited to say something the worse it would be, but he was simply terrified. Todoroki treated him like he was something special and he couldn't lose that because of his work.
Midoriya knew he wouldn't be able to work up the courage to tell Shoto the truth in person for awhile though, so he came up with a plan instead. He'd add more personal information in his letters and then drop the same hints when he was around Todoroki.
He hoped that someone as smart as Shoto would notice the similarities in their stories and make the connection for him. As long as he never outright lied about who he was then the dual user couldn't technically hold it against him.
Midoriya was about to start going over some new villain profiles he was analyzing when his phone pinged.
[Todoroki]: Can you get away from work to meet me for lunch?
[Midoriya]: Haha! I don't exactly have set hours. Where do you want to go?
[Todoroki]: There's a good ramen place that just opened up downtown. Does that sound good?
[Midoriya]: I've heard of that place! It sounds amazing. I'll meet you there in thirty?
[Todoroki]: Can't wait to see you.
Izuku squealed to himself quietly and jumped out of his chair, leaving his work on his desk to do later as he checked how he looked. He picked up his bag and almost ran down the stairs, not realizing that Bakugo had come home.
"Where are you running off to you little shit?" Katsuki asked, blocking his path to the door.
Midoriya paled some. He'd never been good at lying and unlike Todoroki who let him get away with skirting real answers, Bakugo often forced them out of him. "I… I'm meeting a contact for lunch…"
"Oh yeah? Who?" Katsuki sneered, stepping up to Izuku and using his height advantage to tower over him menacingly.
Izuku fought back the urge to cower like he'd done so many times when they were young and even a few after moving in together. He knew he shouldn't argue though, that always led to a violent confrontation.
"It's not important, Kacchan… I promise I'll only be gone for a little while."
Bakugo's eyes narrowed in anger and suspicion. "Tell me who it is, Deku."
Midoriya huffed, starting to become irritated by the interrogation. Since meeting Todoroki he'd become more aware of how volatile his relationship with Katsuki was… or at least less accepting of it. "It's none of your business! I'm allowed to have friends."
"Ahh? Friends? Who needs friends when you've got me?" Bakugo snapped, grabbing Izuku's arm and yanking him closer. He kissed him harshly, bruising his lips with the force.
Midoriya pushed on the blonde's chest, panting when his mouth became free. He could feel Bakugo's arousal pressing into his pelvis and knew exactly where this 'hug' was going. If he didn't leave soon he'd miss Todoroki.
He was about to protest further when the blonde's hands slid up his shirt, running over his bare skin—even the scarred parts. It had been so long since he'd done that and Izuku couldn't help but pause at the sensation.
Bakugo pulled it up higher until he stripped it off Midoriya completely. He smirked at how the smaller boy shivered under his hungry gaze, quickly relaxing in his arms.
"Kacchan… You said I look ugly like this…" Izuku muttered, his face bright red with embarrassment, shame, and a hesitant happiness.
Bakugo grunted as he pulled him over to their kitchen table and bent him over it, stepping behind him right after. He undid and yanked down both his and Midoriya's pants, kicking the boy's legs apart with his foot. "Yeah well, in between those fucking scars you've got some soft ass skin, Deku."
Midoriya felt one of Bakugo's rough hands settle in the middle of his back and the other grab his hip, holding him still. He hissed as the blonde slowly pushed into him, closing his eyes tightly in pain. But for once the boy paused to let him adjust, leaning over and kissing between his shoulder blades.
"You ready, Deku?" Katsuki asked, his voice low and deep.
Izuku nodded almost feverishly as the hand on his back slid upward and held his shoulder, steadying him some when the blonde pulled out and snapped his hips forward solidly. His eyes rolled back into his head as the quick pace started, it felt so good.
"Mmmng K-Kacchan…" he groaned.
Bakugo smirked, moving his hand to grab the back of the smaller males neck as he continued to pound into him, loving how pliant his little Deku was. But he wanted to see Midoriya's flushed and pleasure filled face.
He pulled out and flipped him over with ease, draping his legs over his arms as he pulled him back towards him. "Fuck…" Katsuki hissed.
Midoriya quickly gripped the edge of the table as Bakugo started thrusting into him once more, his back arching slightly. He tossed his head back and forth, panting with need and building pleasure. It never ceased to amaze him how good the blonde was at everything, including sex.
Bakugo dropped the boy's legs and leaned over him, use his weight to drive his hips even harder into Midoriya, who'd wrapped his legs firmly around his waist. He gripped his jaw and kissed him, dominating his tongue with his own.
Izuku let go of the table and hugged him close, gasping and arching his back as far as it would go as he orgasmed, his seed spilling between them. He shuddered and panted into Bakugo's neck when the blonde snarled, filling him up completely.
"I… I love you so much…" Midoriya sighed, relaxing beneath Katsuki and kissing his jaw.
"Yeah, I know that, Deku," Bakugo responded, running his fingers over Izuku's exposed skin almost lovingly. "I decided to take the rest of the day off and spend it with you… So you better keep up with my stamina."
Izuku gazed up at his red eyes with such awe and appreciation that it was almost palpable. He giggled in happiness and stole another sweet kiss.
Todoroki sat at the restaurant semi-patiently, checking his phone every few seconds to see if Midoriya had texted. He'd need to head back out on patrol soon, but he wanted to give the boy as much time as possible to show up.
But as time ticked by, Shoto realized that Izuku wasn't coming. It made his stomach twist with nervousness and fear for what had happened to him. He slowly got up and went back to work, checking all the updates throughout the city to make sure nothing had happened involving the near fearless boy.
When he didn't find anything, his next thought was that Bakugo had found out and done something to Midoriya… maybe given him another black eye or worse.
Todoroki rubbed his face, trying to keep his anxiety at bay. He just had to hope that Midoriya was okay and would respond to his messages and missed calls soon.
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