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Letters From A Fan

Chapter 8

Midoriya ran down the streets of the city, his lungs and legs burning as he went from one villain sighting to another. It felt so good to be out and about again, doing what he loved. He could just as easily get his analysis information from behind a computer screen, but there was something much more exciting about being there in person.

He skidded to a stop right as Duality showed up to fight a giant of a man who could create air guns with his hands. However, Ground Zero was already there, shouting and cussing in irritation. The blonde made eye contact with Midoriya, scowling with a murderous hatred in his expression.

It was the first time they'd seen each other since he'd been kicked out, and it made the smaller boy step back hesitantly. Bakugo never actually did or said anything to him in public, but he'd never kicked him out before either so Midoriya wasn't really sure what was about to happen.

Would he call him weak and useless? Ugly and stupid? Would Bakugo let all these people know that he'd been mooching off of him for years since he was quirkless and could never find a job?

The blonde turned and went back to fighting a moment later, but the sick feeling that settled in Izuku's gut didn't disappear. Although nothing had actually gone down between them just then, he could practically feel and hear every negative interaction they'd ever had pounding into his skull.

Midoriya didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to cry and beg Katsuki for forgiveness for something that wasn't even his fault while the other part wanted to glare back and tell the blonde that he didn't need him anymore.

But he ended up doing neither, standing there frozen and pale with poorly hidden distress written all over him. "I should just go…"

A rush of cold air knocked into him though, ruffling his hair and stinging his cheeks. Midoriya blinked rapidly to get the snow flurries from his eyes, looking up to see why Todoroki had even aimed his quirk in that direction.

To his surprise and intense happiness, Shoto was staring at him as well and smiled reassuringly when he finally got his attention. The crowd around him gawked at the display, whispering to each other that the hero Duality never interacted with fans unless it was necessary.

Midoriya's heart pounded in his ears, but he grinned in embarrassment and gratitude all the same, his face flushing cutely as he waved to the popular yet aloof hero and got a nod in return. Not even Bakugo's subsequent irate shouting and overly violent explosions couldn't drag down his attitude.

He bounced on his toes, green eyes wide and observing all the aspects of the showdown that he could, mentally recording notes that he'd write down and condense later to send to the Pros. In this fight specifically, he saw many things that could have been done differently to avoid damage to the streets and surrounding buildings.

When the battle slowly came to its conclusion, Izuku put his headphones back in to see if anything else was going on over the police scanner he listened to.

'Suspect spotted. Analysis Hero Deku's last report stated that his quirk is called 'Quirk Manipulation'. He can force individuals quirks to become activated and uncontrollable for several minutes. Weaknesses of his power include needing to touch the victim's skin for at least 4 seconds. Please respond to-'

Midoriya grinned to himself, the fruits of his labors once more assisting the police and heroes in their work. He jotted down the address they'd listed and prepared to leave, looking back once more to see Todoroki.

They smiled at each other, Izuku devolving into a fit of giggles as he turned and ran off, leaving the dual user to deal with the press that had begun swarming around.

~Time-Skip: 3 Weeks~

"Dinner was great as usual! Where did you learn to cook like that?" Midoriya asked, batting his long eyelashes cutely.

Todoroki sat down on the couch next to him, handing him a new glass of wine with an embarrassed smile. "I've lived alone for a while and I got tired of the frozen food microwave routine. You're a pretty decent chef yourself."

Izuku giggled and blushed, already feeling the effects of their first full cup of alcohol during dinner. He'd always been such a lightweight and Bakugo had refused to let him have anything when they lived together.

"What?" Shoto asked, unable to control his own smile at the beautiful flush on his roommate's face.

Midoriya shook his head slightly, biting his lower lip and glancing up at Todoroki sweetly. He wanted to kiss him so badly but he wasn't sure he could… The only other person he'd ever kissed was Bakugo and the blonde was always the one to make the first move.

It wasn't even that big of a deal. They'd been living together for almost a month, never even had a single argument. He was the only person Shoto laughed with, the only person to see the kind softness beneath his wall of ice.

Midoriya took another large gulp of his drink and set it down, feeling the liquid confidence pooling in his gut along with a burning desire. Todoroki had the arm closest to him up on the back of the couch, almost inviting him to snuggle up next to his side.

He took a deep, calming breath and scooted in closer, resting his head on the dual user's chest as he'd done so many times over the past month. It made his heart beat frantically with happiness when Shoto once again didn't push him off as Bakugo would have.

"Do you want to watch something?" Todoroki asked, gesturing to the tv.

"No… I like sitting here with you and listening to the rain. It's really nice…" Midoriya responded.

Shoto hummed in agreement and they fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the thunderstorm roll over them. They often had quiet nights like this where the whole world seemed to melt away around them.

Despite how comfortable he was, Izuku couldn't help but feel a slight twinge in his chest. He wanted to be so much closer to the man and he'd had just enough alcohol to give him the courage his usually flustered and low confidence disposition didn't have.

He bit lip once more and closed his eyes, lifting his head up and leaning forward. It only took a moment for their lips to meet in a sweet kiss, both boys pausing slightly. Feeling no resistance, Midoriya moved his lips, putting more pressure into the kiss.

Then all at once Todoroki pushed him back, blinking at him slightly and swallowing hard. His cheeks were pink, eyes glazed over with the start of arousal. He looked like he wanted to kiss him again, so Midoriya leaned forward, barely making contact before Shoto turned away.

"What's wrong?" Izuku asked, worry and pain flourishing in his chest. "Kacchan said no one other than him would want me…"

Todoroki sighed, rubbing his still heated face slightly. "I like you a lot, Izuku… It's just… There's someone else…"

The dual user wanted Midoriya badly, but Deku had been there for him for years and he genuinely felt connected to him too. It was a long shot for them to ever meet, but Todoroki couldn't deny that he wanted him too.

It had been electric when Izuku kissed him and felt so completely right—like they were meant to be with one another. But the letters he'd been receiving from Deku were becoming increasingly flirtatious, promising that his identity would be revealed soon if he could just be patient.

"Someone else?... But we spend so much time together just the two of us! We're always cuddling and falling asleep next to each other…" Izuku breathed, his face falling considerably. He felt sick to his stomach and desperately wanted to cry in embarrassment. "I'm not enough… I'm deluding myself…"

Todoroki shook his head in disagreement, even though he knew it was the truth. "We're friends Midoriya, that's all us hanging out was; I told you when I asked you to move in that being roommates didn't mean we had to become intimate."

"But… But what about all the compliments you give me? You say I'm beautiful and smart and funny and that I'm your favorite person to spend time with! Why would you say all that to me if you weren't flirting?" Izuku gushed. "Ugly. Dumb. Worthless…"

Todoroki paused, thinking over what he should say. He hadn't said anything to Midoriya that he didn't mean until tonight, truly believing that the boy was all those wonderful things and much more. But admitting that he had feelings for him would only lead him on. He didn't think that was fair since he wasn't sure who he wanted yet, Izuku or Deku.

Besides, he could have kept all those thoughts to himself before if he'd wanted to, but Midoriya always looked so defeated when he saw him. "You looked like you needed the compliments… When you were with Bakugo he was always putting you down and it wasn't right…"

Midoriya's face paled, draining of all its color as the tears he'd been keeping at bay sprung into his eyes. His whole body shook with disbelief and emotional pain that was very easily becoming physical. "You only said those things to me because I wanted to hear them?" Kacchan was right….

Shoto immediately knew that what he'd said had come out completely wrong; he'd messed up big time. He shook his head, reaching out to pull Midoriya into a hug. "No that's not what I m-"

"Don't touch me!" Izuku shouted, jumping off the couch and backing away. He hunched down and held himself tightly, all the confidence and hope that had been building within him from his time with Todoroki crashing down into a useless heap. "I… I need to go…"

Todoroki got up as well, equally as pale and trembling slightly. "What are you talking about? There's a thunderstorm going on. Just let me explain myself!"

Midoriya shook his head and sobbed, turning to leave. Todoroki tried to stop him once more but he shrugged him off, flinching away from the boy's hand for the very first time. "Leave me alone!" he snapped.

Shoto backed off looking like he might cry himself, standing stiffly with frost appearing on his right side. He watched as Izuku power walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. He dropped to his knees right after… "What have I done?"

Midoriya ran and ran through the freezing rain, ignoring how drenched he was and how the loud thunder clapped above him after ominous lightning. Everything Bakugo had said was replaying through his mind, matching up with Todoroki's blunt explanations.

Even if he'd told Shoto to leave him alone, he really wanted the boy to come after him and hug away his pain… tell him that it was going to be okay. But Todoroki didn't come running to help him this time and his heart clenched tightly in his chest, his insecurities telling him that the dual user never actually cared.

He found himself outside of the blonde's house—his old house. He sobbed loudly and rang the doorbell, fully accepting whatever was about to happen. Izuku believed he would deserve it after being so foolish. When the door opened he kept his eyes down, shaking from emotional pain and the cold rain that had soaked him to the bone.

"Look at me, Deku," Bakugo ordered.

Izuku's bloodshot green eyes flickered up, glassy with fresh tears. "C-can I come h-home?" he asked, his voice shaking. "P-please?"

Katsuki's scowl faltered slightly, his red eyes scanning over Midoriya's pitiful and desperate form. "Have you learned your lesson?"

Izuku's teeth clattered, his breath coming out in choppy puffs of steam as he held himself tightly for more warmth. He nodded quickly, hoping to appease the blonde so that he could at least step inside.

Bakugo stepped outside as well, getting right into Midoriya's face and squaring up, his larger body tilting over the smaller boys to appear even more imposing. "Then. Say. It."

Midoriya whimpered, even more hot tears pouring down his pale cheeks. "You were right and I was wrong. You're the only person who would want me Kacchan… I get attached to people too easily just like you said and I misread my relationship with Todoroki. I'm sorry…"

Once he'd heard what he'd wanted, Katsuki's demeanor shifted slightly, becoming gentler than before. He hummed in approval and quickly picked Izuku up, carrying him bridal style back into the dark house. "You look like a damn ugly wet rat and you're fucking freezing, Deku. Let's get your ass in a hot bath."

"Kacchan…" Midoriya whimpered in gratitude, hiding his cold nose in the boy's warm neck. "I'm so sorry…"

"Yeah, I know that nerd," Bakugo responded gruffly, taking him to his own room rather than the guest bath Izuku had always used. "I guess I shouldn't have fucking kicked you out. Took you long enough to come back where you belong."

Midoriya hiccupped and tightened his hold, only reluctantly releasing his near death grip on Katsuki when the water was ready. That was the closest thing to an apology that Bakugo ever got, and it was rare for him to even do that much.

He eagerly slipped off his soaked clothing and stepped in, expecting the blonde to just leave him there since he'd already broken several of his self-imposed rules. When Katsuki stripped down and got in with him, Midoriya just about fell apart.

"Come here, Deku," Bakugo grunted, pulling him onto his strong chest roughly.

Izuku pliantly let himself get dragged over and into the blonde's arms, doing his best to relax. In the ten minutes he'd been back, Katsuki had let him in, semi-apologized, brought him to his bathroom which had always been off limits except for cleaning, and was now cuddling him. There were insults mixed in and he'd had to completely throw away his pride to admit Bakugo was right, but, there was a definite change in his behavior.

But Midoriya didn't feel as elated as he would have even two months ago… he wasn't even content as the blonde gruffly ran his calloused fingers through his wet curls and down between his legs.

"I'm going to remind you what you've been missing this past month, Deku. You better keep up with me tonight." Katsuki growled lowly, taking the boy's semi-erect cock in his hand and pumping it.

Midoriya shivered, his body reacting to a touch that he wasn't seeking out. Still, after what had just happened with Todoroki, he was desperate to feel wanted even if it wasn't by the person he wanted most. "I'm yours... Kacchan..."

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