Hello, this is Hopeless Blue Kiss here with a new story for you. This is the first time I did a Deku x Eijiro pairing, but the rare pairing is so adorable I couldn't help but write one. I hope someone finds this and appreciates it. I love to hear comments, so please enjoy and review.
I Think My Boss is a Hitman
Chapter One
"What the fuck is that?!"
Two immaculately dressed, handsome Alpha men opened an apartment door to step out into the hallway. One of the men with green, curly had been talking over his shoulder to his companion while holstering his gun in his chest holster under his suit jacket. While the other, a blonde man, continued to complain about how they had made a pitstop at the other man's old apartment when both were famished after a long day at work. Thankfully before the green-haired man could take a full step out into the hall, he turned his head forward in enough time to spot something odd and gave pause, resulting in his companion colliding with his back.
"What the hell shitnerd?! I thought we agreed to go out to eat!" growled out the blonde, glaring at his childhood friend's clothed back. He was sorely tempted to push him forward and out of the door, his stomach dictating it be fed with something hot and spicy. But was slightly mollified by stuffing his face with his partner's gingersnaps he had pilfered from the box he was generously holding. He raised a blonde brow in irritated question as the man in front of him, squeezed himself against one side of the doorframe in order for him to see what gave him pause. He didn't need the idiot to point at the suspicious package on his doormat even though it forced the blonde to draw his garnet eyes towards what was being pointed at.
There on the doormat in front of both men was a wooden bassinet with a pink yarn blanket covering the occupant inside. A baby bag with pastel cartoon faces was laid beside it and the sudden movement of the yarn blanket and gurgling had both men tense and flinching collectively backward.
"Kacchan, do you think we've been compromised?" asked the greenette cautiously. They weren't even supposed to be at this apartment. If it wasn't for his mother leaving a care package that she worriedly asked whether he received or not, he would have never come to his old apartment. Not when both him and his childhood friend was deep in a mission that could compromise the people who loved them and their jobs if their enemies knew who and where they were.
"Hell if I know. I cover my tracks. I don't know about you though. You've always been a spazz Deku," the blonde scuffed even as he drew out his gun after popping another stolen gingersnap cookie liking the biting spice. His eyes darted to the left and right, not seeing any neighbors or lingering individuals lurking in the well-lit hall. But they had to be cautious in their line of work.
"A baby, I think? Although, I wouldn't put it pass someone to have a bomb set up to distract us," the greenette began to mutter to himself, cautiously unsure of himself. He wasn't much at a lost for words, but he had never come across a scenario like this. Sure, he had seen plenty of spy movies were bombs and explosives were disguised as other things. But the frustrated sighing and cooing behind the baby blanket seemed too real to be just some recording or plastic doll in disguise.
"Are you sure it's not some kind of trap?" The blonde, called Kacchan pushed pass Deku and placed his Italian leather foot on the edge of the bassinet. His gun pointed directly at the moving bundle, while still one-handedly holding the care package; garnet eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Do you remember how to detonate one of these things?" he asked bitingly, jaw clenched and tense.
"Waa-chan, don't point a gun at the baby!" The greenette squealed out in the most unmanly way. He threw caution to the winds and instinctively scooped up the moving bundle inside the bassinet to cradle it close to his chest. He was glad to see that it was indeed a baby as he felt its reassuring weight and warmth bundled up under the pink, yarn blanket. It let out a hiccupping cry at suddenly being startled and jostled as the blanket was finally lowered down to reveal the cherub's sweet features.
"The kid looks suspiciously like you," the blonde Alpha said accusingly. Just now lowering his gun and holstering it so he could take up another cookie from the box. He had resigned himself to ruining his supper at this point because this was no easy fix. But he couldn't deny as he looked at the blonde-haired baby. The little one's hair was just as curly and messy as the would-be fathers when there wasn't any hair styling gel involved. The doe eyed emerald, green eyes were full of wonder as the baby began to babble excitedly at the man, who instinctively began to rock the baby to initially calm them.
"M… Maybe. Would explain why he was on my doorstep and not yours. But the baby honestly looks like they could be our love child with that blonde curly hair and my green eyes," he mused aloud. He nearly yelped when he felt a hard jab of a bony elbow to his ribcage. "Kacchan, I'm holding a baby here!" he said in reproachful indignation.
"Scrub and bleach that image out of your head. I would never father a child with you," the blonde huffed. Then bent down to pick up a folded piece of paper. It had been found under the cooing baby.
"But Kacchan, some people have said I'm quite the catch," the greenette said smugly. He was a gorgeous specimen of an Alpha with soft, kind green eyes, curly green hair artfully styled and freckles kissing his nose and high cheekbones. He looked like the boy next door, all grown up. His green eyes lit with mischief and joy as he danced away from the striking hand; a vicious smile of victory on his face. "You're so violent."
"Shut it. I'm reading now," the blonde ordered even as he instructed them to go inside. The moment the door was closed and the light was turned on he instructed his friend, before reading. "Order some takeout or something, it's going to be a long night. /I always wanted a piece of you to keep Izuzu. But this piece isn't bloody enough. You should have seen him, he was a sight covered in blood, but it was my blood and not his. You should have been there for the delivery Izuzu but you blocked me. So mean and the babies cries aren't as satisfying when I hurt it. You keep him. He's your son and a piece of many you can never get rid of. See you later daddy, hopefully you'll let me stabby, stabby you. / What the fuck is this shit?!" he growled out slamming the paper down on the table.
"T... Toga," the greenette stuttered out and then shivered. He felt weak-kneed as he fished for a chair to sit on in the kitchen. He gently laid the baby down and pulled back the blanket only to see perfect, unblemished skin. His eyes filling with angry tears, relieved, but shaken at thought his pyscho ex could have harmed the child, but more than likely spared them on a whim. If he had known sooner that he was a father, he would have made sure that psycho bitch would have never been in the presence of their child for more than a few seconds.
"You really know how to pick girlfriends, don't you?" the blonde said somberly. Normally he felt silent glee in his friend, Izuku's misery. But there was nothing funny about an innocent infant being endangered because the child had the potential of being mistreated by their parents. Not everyone was meant to be a mother and Toga was one of those sick people that shouldn't be around children.
"She was so sweet and innocent before. She used to make me cutsie box lunches in the shape of hearts and animals and go on the stereotypical dates with me. I was even contemplating her moving in before the mission and then she became a psycho Tsundere a few months later. I told you before how she stalked my social media and delete all my female contacts, including my mother; put an airtag in my car to track my whereabouts; show up randomly at my work; call and text insistently every day. I was late once to dinner, and she tried to stab me because the food got cold. I honestly would never be attracted to her form of 'love'. The fact she managed to find my old apartment, after I moved, worries me. I'll have to move… AGAIN!" he said in frustration. Then stood up to let his friend fully tend to the baby while he made a call for some Thai food.
Izuku wasn't sure that was even his child. He honestly wouldn't put it pass her to steal a baby in order for them to get closer. The greenette couldn't help but jumping to conclusions because every conclusion was plausible given who Toga Himiko was.
"Tch, that's what a Deku like you gets for not keeping it in his pants," ground out Katsuki as he pulled out wipes and diaper from the baby bag and began to change the little girl. His eyes softened looking at the brat in wonder. She looked so similar to the baby pictures that Izuku's Aunt Inko displayed of baby Izuku in her house. The baby even had the faintest smattering of freckles on her upturn nose. "You have no business being cute," the blonde Alpha grouched.
Izuku snorted, catching his childhood friends last words. He quickly ordered their Thai food making sure there was extra peanut sauce on the side in case they needed some and that half was spicey enough that it'd make your eyes water. He was both relieved and scared knowing that this fussy, little bundle of joy was potentionally his.
"Now that you know that the brat is yours, are you going to tell Aunt Inko?" Katsuki asked after redressing the baby who babbled happily at the blonde.
"I'm going to have to after a get a paternity test done. But I can't burden her to watch the baby when we're out working. You know the crowds we run with. It wouldn't be safe if they, or even Himiko, find out where my mother lives and hurt her and my daughter," Izuku mumbled worriedly as he gently began to bounce his daughter in his arm. His frown easing into a fond smile as he cooed at the sleeping baby's face.
"Then get a fucking in-home nanny you fucking sap," Katsuki huffed. He had began to meticulously cleaning the barrel of his handgun on the kitchen table as his best friend fretted and cooed in equal parts.
"Yes of course Kacchan. Now please don't clean your gun in front of the baby. I want her to have a somewhat normal childhood," Izuku lightly lectured, while cradling his daughter.
"Fucking sap."
XXx
A FEW DAYS LATER
"Eijiro, sweetie I packed a lunch and dinner for you. I hope you don't mind us moving your moving date out so soon. The doctor's say any day now I'll be delivering the twins. You can get the rest of your belongings later, but I do appreciate you moving out for the good of your family," a red-haired Omega woman said, hand rubbing her heavily pregnant belly.
Eijiro bit his bottom lip, not wanting to say what he thought about being kicked out right after he graduated high school. He understood that they lived in a small two-bedroom apartment and logistically it'd be hard to pack two more kids in a small space without moving. But the young Omega male was still wet behind his ears and there were still a few months before he would start community school.
When he had first brought of the idea of them moving somewhere bigger, the parents looked at him like he grew a second head. Then began to lecture him about the housing market and how expensive everything was, like a former high school student would be able to survive when his parents barely did. Eijiro forced a smile and thanked his mother for his food and the help packing before he left out his childhood apartment complex with his rollaway suitcase and bento box.
He did research and heard that some down on their luck people can rent a cubicle in the internet café as a refugee. Or he could waste some of his few dollars on a capsule hotel to cut down on costs. Or possibly an Omega shelter. He just needed to find somewhere secure that wouldn't cause physical harm to him. Thoughts of asking his friends for some refuge immediately tossed when he remembered that it would be inappropriate to bunk with a Beta or Alpha and he didn't want to burden them with his struggles.
So, he rolled out to the park and tried to hold back the tears that itched at his eyes. It wouldn't be very manly of him if he shed his tears just because his parents kicked him out and replaced him with siblings, he might grow up resenting despite their innocents. It would be unmanly of him to return to his family and beg for him to stay. Especially when he was told and applauded by his family for making such a big sacrifice for the twins.
It just hurt that he was so replaceable. They barely tried protesting his leaving. The pocket money they gave him and the little bit of savings he scraped together in hopes of getting a new game console probably wouldn't last him the week. His heavily pregnant mother rubbing her stomach and gushing on what wallpaper she would use to decorate the babies' new room, his old room, just yesterday made him feel a bit bitter as he nibbled on another onigiri, stuffing his face in his sorrow.
He sighed heavily wondering what would become of him not wanting to become homeless and/or raped because he had no one on his side. He sighed in frustration standing up, not wanting to wallow further. He tucked the rest of his food in his bento to save for later. Then pulled up the address of he nearest internet café in his area. He made sure his Omegan collar was secure around his neck before he walked into the dimly lit building.
His red eyes darting anxiously left and right as the manager walked him down the hall and showed him the potential cubicle for rent. It smelled of stale air and perspiration. The small cubicle included a small desk with a computer, a computer chair, nightstand light and a cot with a blanket. It wasn't much, but Eijiro bit his lip and agreed to pay for at least a night to see how things went.
The manager showed him a vending machine where food and drinks could be purchased, along with a microwave. Kirishima thanked the man for his help and fought back the shiver of the older man eyeing his Omegan collar. He forced a weak smile, unsure when he walked back to his cubicle, that the small bolt there would be enough to hold back any Alphas that may be in Rut at the café.
His heart was racing. His hands were sweaty. Eijiro shook his head and got up from the computer chair, gathering his things. It wasn't worth the risk, just so he wouldn't be on the streets. He apologized quickly to the manager, trying to get some or all the money. But the man sneered and pointed to the nonrefundable sign on the desk.
Eijiro nodded curtly in thanks and walked out of the somewhat seedy and brightly lit room. He could feel his eyes burn with the need to cry and his mind chanting that manly people like him don't cry over a little stumbling block. He stood their trying to force himself to calm down, not wanting to draw attention to himself and his distress. He was only glad that the collar and his scent pad help lock in his scent. He marched purposely ahead as if he knew where he was going, wandering for what seemed like hours until he accidentally stumbled into a tall, handsome man in a daze.
"Hey, are you here for the live-in nanny position?" An Alpha green-haired male asked kindly.
Eijiro looked dumbstruck, wrinkling his brow in confusion before snagging on the words 'live-in nanny'. He needed that. A safe job, that probably paid well and offered shelter. "Y… yes, that is it. I just got lost in…" the redhead stumbled, badly lying. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Let's get this shit of an interview over with. Do you have any enemies?" a loud blonde Alpha announced behind the Greenette. "Have you worked for any crime syndicates? If someone unwanted bursts through the door, how will you defend the brat here? If a baby starts crying all night, but the dad's phone is busy, what do you do?" the blonde asked, gesturing to the happily babbling baby cradled in his arms.
"Kaachan, your goddaughter is not a brat," tsked the Greenette even as he gently guided the redhead inside.
"When the hell did the psycho bitch's child become my godson," Katsuki roared, only to make soft cooing sounds when the baby begin to fuss. "Just as much of a drama queen as your father, I see."
"Do you have any problems with living in the same house as an Alpha? If you choose to live with me, you will have your own ensuite bathroom and your bedroom will be down the hallway from mine. My daughter's bedroom would be between ours and I am religiously on suppressants since it can interfere with my line of work. But finding a day when you can get off may be hard at first because my job requires unusual hours," Midoriya began to rattle off, only stopping when the blonde cleared his throat.
"Pff, that's an understatement you workaholic bastard. If I didn't drag you away from the mission, you'd live and breathe your work," Katsuki huffed.
"Could you start right away? It'll be a test trial and there are security cameras everywhere in case of an incident," Midoriya forewarned.
"It's perfect for me," Eijiro piped up, before the two fell into an argument with each other. Eijiro could feel the tears he fought back spilling over. "So unmanly," he shakily breathed out. He really needed this job and since of security and he'd fight tooth and nail to keep it for as long as he could.