Hey everyone!
I'm back with another chapter! As I mentioned last time, I wrote this chapter last week but went through a lot of edits since I wasn't satisfied with the original. I added more flirty moments between the protagonist / Y/N and Toya—and expect even more of that in upcoming chapters! I'm really enjoying jealous Toya, so consider that a warning, lol
Enjoy this chapter, and get ready for more action soon!
Aya's POV
I slid the chain into place—just like last time—and cracked the door open. Toya's attempt to force his way in hit an abrupt stop, the safety chain catching with a dull clink. His furious blue eyes burned through the narrow gap, seething with barely restrained heat.
"Let me in," he hissed, his grip on the door tightening like he could tear it off if I pushed him any further.
I met his gaze, unblinking. This was new. I'd seen him angry before, but this? This felt different, like some twisted sense of responsibility had been ignited. It seemed he actually cared about my "honor," something he apparently felt the need to defend from the tormentors he'd imagined on his own. I sighed, glancing through the narrow slit, my fingers brushing absently against my neck, trying to ease the tension tightening there.
What the hell was I supposed to do with him?
If I let him in, I'd have to explain myself to the students inside, but if I didn't, he'd make a scene right here at the door, guaranteed to attract their attention. Either way, I had already lost.
"I can't let you in," I said, my voice a little too unsteady for my liking. "You'll just get me into more trouble."
He scoffed, like I was the one missing the point entirely. "No, I'm trying to keep you out of trouble," he growled, his breath hot against the crack of the door. Even through the tiny gap, his presence was suffocating, pressing in on me like a slow-burning fire. I backed up a step, trying to keep my thoughts straight. Toya was dangerous, sure, but unpredictability was the real kicker.
"You're not even a hero," I said, wrapping my arms around myself defensively. "Why do you want to 'save' me so badly?"
Toya's brow twitched, his gaze tightening, like the question was a splinter digging deeper. "Yeah, I'm not a hero," he echoed, his voice strained, "but that doesn't mean I don't…" He faltered, fingers digging into the doorframe as if the words themselves were stuck, refusing to come out. His frustration boiled over with a sharp exhale, and he slammed his fist against the door, sending the chain rattling. "Just open the damn door."
"No," I shot back, my voice sharper than I'd intended. "You didn't answer the question. Why do you care?"
His patience frayed visibly, a barely-contained storm of heat and agitation. His lips curled like he was on the verge of spitting something venomous back at me, but before he could, the moment cracked.
From the living room, Ochaco's startled voice cut through the tension. Her tone was far too ambiguous for comfort. "Can you be a little more careful?" she hissed.
"Can you shut up?" Katsuki shot back, the sharp whir of the small drill roaring to life once more. The soft hum from the living room morphed into a low, intense vibration. I began to understand how Toya had arrived at his absurd, even perverse conclusion about what was supposedly going on here.
Toya ignored my question entirely—typical. Easier to throw accusations than to have an actual conversation. His eyes narrowed, flickers of irritation dancing in his gaze as he blinked, lips twitching with barely controlled frustration. "You really don't have an ounce of shame, do you?"
I tilted my head, unfazed. "Nothing to be ashamed of."
He snorted, letting go of the door as he ran a hand through his unruly black hair, looking like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The disbelief in his eyes was almost funny—almost.
"You're leaving already? Fine with me." I couldn't help the smirk creeping into my voice, nudging the door shut.
Just as the door was about to click, he slammed himself against it, the chain rattling violently once more. The door creaked open just enough for his face to slip through. The game wasn't over yet.
"Wait, no!" he barked, voice taut, his eyes blazing with frustration, disbelief—maybe even desperation. "Stop this crap before I burn the whole place down and let me in!" His hand shot through the narrow gap, fingers clawing at the air like he could grab me from where I stood. But I stood too far away, out of reach of his temper tantrum.
I stared at him, my own frustration simmering beneath a calm mask. "I'll let you in when you've calmed down."
"Fuck you, I'll break in again," he spat, fumbling with the lock on the security chain, just like last time.
I sighed, palm smacking my forehead in pure exasperation. Of course, he was going to break in. Toya, the most stubborn bastard alive, faster this time too. With a flick of his wrist, he unlatched the chain and kicked the door wide open. The wood crashed against the wall with a resounding thud, a fitting exclamation point to his entrance.
He stormed in, eyes narrowed with something close to disgust. "Playing hero is more annoying than I thought," he muttered under his breath, brushing past me like I didn't exist. I watched him march down the corridor with the menacing presence of a ticking bomb. I was praying the students didn't know him—praying Toya hadn't pulled any of his villainous stunts near them. If he did, I was screwed. How would I even begin to explain why he was here? Or worse, what this thing was between us? Relationship wasn't the right word. Hell, there wasn't a word for this mess.
The way he stomped in, shoulders hunched and fists clenched, struck me with a strange sense of déjà vu. For a moment, I could've sworn I was looking at Endeavor, that same menacing stride, that same aggressive posture. The resemblance was uncanny.
I gripped his arm, the roughness of his scarred skin grounding me as I spoke. "Toya, there's no one there you need to save me from."
He narrowed his eyes, scanning me as if he could peel away every layer of truth with just a look. "Oh really?" he scoffed, leaning in, his voice laced with mockery. "Then what's with this... outfit?"
I blinked. "What's with it?" Genuine confusion colored my words, but the irritation in his eyes only deepened.
He turned away, already dismissing me as he muttered, "You think I'm pretty stupid, don't you?"
I tugged his arm, forcing him to a halt. "No. I don't think you're stupid. You are stupid."
He yanked his arm free and resumed his march, like a storm building momentum. "Is that so?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "So I just imagined that disgusting conversation in the background of our call, huh? That's what you're telling me?"
I darted in front of him, pressing my hands against his stomach. He stopped, eyes narrowing. The firmness of his abs under my palms was unexpected, and embarrassment flushed my cheeks. My ears burned red as I stammered, "It wasn't what it sounded like."
Toya's gaze sharpened, unimpressed. Slowly, he reached out, fingers grazing the fabric of my top. His touch sent a ripple of tension through the air as he tugged at my neckline with deliberate provocation. "Not what it sounded like?" he echoed, voice low, dangerous. "Then why are you dressed like a slut, princess?"
I glanced down at myself, confused. "You think this is slutty?" My voice wavered between disbelief and incredulity. I was dressed casually, nothing out of the ordinary.
He scoffed, his mocking disdain palpable. "Sometimes I wonder if you're missing half your brain." His fingers tapped my forehead, each touch sharp and condescending. "Red tights, a skirt that barely covers anything. Oh, and let's not forget the top, it's so tight it looks ready to burst. Real classy."
With each word, his frown deepened, like my very existence was an affront to him. He pushed past me, heading toward the living room with single-minded purpose. "It's obvious what kind of dirty game you're playing."
Toya's stride was that of a man walking into battle, expecting to find a room full of sleazy lowlifes exchanging cash for something far darker. He reached the living room, stopped, and his bravado shattered into stunned silence.
I followed, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Happy now?" My voice was a flat, sarcastic drawl. "No perverts, no clients. Just me and a few U.A. students."
The room was dead silent, a suffocating tension wrapping around everyone. The students stared, their expressions frozen in shock, as though they couldn't believe what—or who—they were seeing. I glanced at Toya. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly open, as if the truth had sucker-punched him.
"What's wrong with you guys?" I asked, cutting through the thick silence. And then it hit me, sharp and sudden.
Shit.
They knew him.
The weight of their stares bore down like lead. Recognition, fear, judgment—it was all there. This was the exact nightmare I'd been trying to avoid. Now, how the hell was I supposed to explain this?
The students rose slowly, tension crackling in the air as their bodies readied for a fight. Eyes sharp, quirks practically begging to be unleashed. Toya's hands twitched, blue flames flickering just beneath his skin, like the first spark of a wildfire. I couldn't tell if it was anger or nerves bubbling up inside me, but one thing was certain—I had to act before this turned into a disaster.
With a calmness I didn't quite feel, I stepped forward and slapped Toya on the back of the head. The sound was crisp in the tense silence. He flinched, more surprised than hurt, rubbing the spot as a dark scowl crossed his face.
Positioning myself between him and the coffee table, I leveled a glare at the students. "Have you all lost your damn minds?" I growled, my voice cutting through the thick atmosphere like a blade. "No fighting in my apartment. Quirks off, and sit down." I was fed up with the entire situation; if they blew up my apartment, my patience would overflow faster than the chaos.
The frustration in my tone brooked no argument, though they hesitated, adrenaline still coursing through their veins.
Reluctantly, Ochaco and Deku sank back to the floor, their eyes flickering between Toya and Katsuki. But Katsuki—he wasn't moving. His body was coiled like a spring, eyes locked on Toya with the intensity of a predator, waiting for the slightest movement to strike.
"What kind of game are you playing here, Aya?" Katsuki's voice was low, simmering with barely restrained fury. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer I didn't have. This whole mess felt like it was spiraling, threads tangling beyond my control.
"I don't think Aya knows—" Deku started, ever the voice of reason, but Katsuki cut him off with a bark;
"Shut up!"
Toya's lips twisted into something between a sneer and frustration, his eyes flicking to me like the students' presence was a personal insult. "What are these damn brats doing in your apartment?" he demanded, voice tight with barely contained rage. His hands trembled slightly—just enough to show how close things were to going off the rails.
Two explosive tempers. Two idiots, both waiting for me to explain the unexplainable. But I had nothing. My brain felt like static—nothing coherent coming through.
"Why don't we all sit down and—" I began, trying to defuse the situation before someone set the place on fire. But Katsuki interrupted, right on cue.
"You vampire-wannabe," he growled, his contempt palpable. "You better tell us how you know that crispy bastard! Why the hell is he—" His glare could've set the whole apartment ablaze by itself, and I saw Toya's fuse shorten.
Toya snorted. "Keep barking like a neglected stray and I'll shut you up, kiddo,"
Katsuki, of course, took the bait. "You keep talking, firefly, and I'll blow you out like a damn candle!" He lunged forward, as predictable as ever.
Deku vaulted over the coffee table, blocking him with more grace than I'd care to admit. At the same time, I grabbed Toya's wrist just as flames began licking the tips of his fingers. His arm dropped with little resistance, though I knew he was only holding back because he chose to.
"Kacchan, stop!" Deku yelled, his voice carrying an edge it didn't usually have. He blinked at Katsuki, trying to hold him back, though the struggle was real.
I almost felt a spark of pride seeing Deku stand his ground. But any admiration vanished as the realization hit me—these idiots didn't care if they burned my entire apartment to the ground. The frustration, the anger—it all boiled up in my chest, threatening to overflow.
"Enough!" I barked, pushing Toya's arm down harder. "If you two blow up my apartment, I swear to god, neither of you will leave here in one piece."
Katsuki ripped himself free from Deku's grip, his glare like a live wire sparking in every direction. "Stay out of this, you damn extras!" he snapped, shoving Deku backward without a second glance. His attention zeroed in on me, eyes blazing with accusation. "Ay, blood clot!" he barked, jabbing a finger in my direction. "Spit it out—why the hell is he here? Are you with the League of Villains now?!"
Ochaco gasped, her shock so obvious it felt staged. Like a bad actor in a worse play.
I couldn't hold back the sneer that twisted my lips. "Say that again, and I'll tear your scrawny ass in half," I hissed, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
"Not very heroic of you," Toya muttered under his breath, an eyebrow raised in mock surprise.
"Shut up," I snapped, fists clenching as the urge to throttle him—or Katsuki—rose. My patience was on life support.
Toya held his hands up in mock surrender, a filthy grin plastered on his face. "Alright, alright. Relax, doll."
I turned back to the students, forcing myself to keep calm. "I'm not a member of the League, and I've got no clue why this freak showed up at my door," I growled, voice strained. My eye twitched—stress creeping up like a slow burn under my skin. Sure, I had an inkling why Toya had appeared, but his sudden urge to 'save' me? That was still an unsolved mystery.
"He's probably here for Kacchan again…" Deku muttered under his breath, like the situation wasn't already bad enough.
Ochaco frowned, crossing her arms. "Wait, Deku. He's called her earlier, hasn't he? Something doesn't add up."
It was getting worse by the second.
"That only means one thing—she's in on it," Katsuki growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Just like that, every eye in the room swung to me, suspicion thick in the air.
Heavy. Suffocating.
Thanks, Toya.
I raised a hand, gesturing at Toya. "You've got it wrong. We're not friends or anything." But of course, Toya picked that moment to mess with me.
He slipped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close with that smug, irritating grin of his. "Right. Not friends," he said, his voice dripping with mock affection.
"Do me a favor and shut up," I growled, shoving him off. He grimaced, but didn't push back this time.
"Like I said, I've got nothing to do with this. Or with his damn League," I started again, running a hand through my hair. "This whole situation is just... complicated."
"It's alright," Deku interjected, calm as ever. His voice, somehow steady amid all this chaos, was the one anchor keeping everything from blowing up. "I think we're all just... shaken up."
God bless Deku. The last shred of sanity in this circus.
Ochaco sighed, her arms falling to her sides in defeat, while Katsuki still radiated anger like a furnace, his eyes hard and untrusting.
"Yeah," I muttered, rubbing my temples. The headache was already setting in. I could feel Toya's gaze on me, and, predictably, he couldn't resist.
"I assume you want me to sit down?" he asked, voice sweet with sarcasm, like he was doing me a favor.
"Please," I said through gritted teeth, not bothering to hide my annoyance. I shot him a glare as we both moved toward the coffee table. Toya, of course, made a grand show of dropping onto the floor first, lounging like he owned the place. His hand trailed over the carpet, fingers testing the fabric with far too much interest. He probably wondered if it was new since the last time he'd barged in.
Meanwhile, Katsuki stood his ground, unmoving, like a bomb ready to go off.
"Can someone finally explain how you all know To—" I caught myself, hovering over Toya, who was sprawled out beside me. "Dabi?"
Respecting his request felt like the least I could do, despite my utter disdain for him.
Toya, unperturbed, had started idly tugging at the fabric of my thighs, his fingers pulling at the material as if he were bored by the chaos surrounding us. "Do you really need to know?" he drawled, a lazy smirk playing at his lips.
"Seriously? You're trying to tell us you have no idea what that guy's done?" Katsuki's voice dripped with irritation.
I sighed, tension prickling the air like static electricity. "Can you sit down first?" I shot back, desperation creeping into my tone.
Meanwhile, Toya's fingers continued their languid exploration, grazing my leg with each pass as if testing the fabric's resistance to his casual assault.
"Those have to go. I hate 'em," he muttered, like the fabric had personally insulted him.
Katsuki scoffed, jabbing a thumb toward Deku and Ochaco. "You might fool those two idiots, but there's no way you're convincing me you don't know who this jerk really is."
"I know who he is," I snapped, swatting Toya's hand away with a growing impatience.
Ochaco's voice trembled, her eyes darting between us, wide with uncertainty. "You… you know him? You know he's with the League of Villains and—"
"Yeah, I know him—as a person," I retorted, my tone sharper than I intended. "But I have no clue what business you kids have with him." Dread twisted in my gut, tightening with every second. "So, spill it—what did he do?"
"Aya… he's the one who set fire to the forest during summer camp," Deku said, his voice heavy with distress. "And… he helped with Kacchan's kidnapping."
Those words hit like a punch to the gut. My breath caught, pulse racing, cold sweat beading along my neck.
He was involved in Katsuki's kidnapping?
I glanced at Toya, who remained disturbingly calm, still toying with the fabric on my legs as if we weren't in the middle of a crisis.
"Seriously, Dabi?" I demanded, disbelief dripping from my voice.
Katsuki's outburst was instantaneous. "They didn't kidnap me, you damn nerd! I just got caught at a bad moment!"
Toya finally looked up, his expression unreadable, but the glint in his eyes betrayed everything.
No remorse, no shame—just cold, dark confidence radiating from him. A man who knew exactly who he was, and didn't give a damn.
Toya exhaled and leaned back on his hands, finally letting go of my leg. "Man, you guys are such snitches," he muttered, as if Deku revealing his villainous antics was the real crime here.
Katsuki wasn't having any of it. His growl sliced through the air like a blade. "Who you callin' a snitch, you overbaked disaster?" His eyes narrowed, crackling with a barely contained promise of violence.
Toya rubbed his chin, a frown tugging at his lips, something dark flickering behind his half-lidded gaze. He looked like he was weighing his options, contemplating just how much effort this situation was worth. The tension in the room thickened, a heavy fog settling over us.
I cleared my throat, desperate to steer this toward a more stable course. "Why did you do that? I thought you were—"
Toya cut me off with a low, irritated growl. "Bring us something to drink and an ashtray, Aya. I need a cigarette first." His tone dripped with irritation, sounding more like a command than a request. He peeled off his coat, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise, not just from the heat radiating off his quirk—it was the suffocating aura of someone who didn't care if the whole place went up in flames.
Katsuki shot a glare at Deku and Ochaco. "Is he messing with us?" he snarled, his temper reduced to smoldering embers, ready to flare.
"Maybe taking a break isn't the worst idea," Deku suggested softly, his voice more plea than plan, hoping to prevent Katsuki from exploding again. I felt a twinge of sympathy for him; he was in way over his head.
But Deku was right, though. If we let our tempers run wild, we'd drown in an ocean of blame and chaos. Answers were crucial, but not like this. I had my own truths to share, but first, the tension needed to simmer down.
Toya, tired of any charade of patience, shoved me roughly toward the kitchen. "Go get what we need," he grumbled, not even glancing my way.
I walked away, each step tightening the coil of anxiety in my spine, like leaving a lit match next to a powder keg. I just hoped that when I returned, the place wouldn't have become a smoldering ruin.
Behind me, the air crackled with clashing egos and barely contained rage. Katsuki's voice sliced through the stillness. "Of course only an useless extra like you, Deku, could come up with such a pathetic idea."
"And what would you suggest instead?" Deku shot back, exasperation creeping into his voice. "We can't go all out with our quirks in Aya's apartment—whether it's Dabi, a Nomu, or even All For One sitting here!"
"Especially with your explosions, Kacchan, we'd only end up wrecking the place," he added, his tone a mix of urgency and disbelief.
"I could take down this walking dumpster fire without my quirk," Katsuki grumbled, pride as unyielding as ever.
I grabbed a cup coaster from the cupboard—my makeshift ashtray for Toya. The last thing I needed right now was real flames to accompany the metaphorical ones.
From the living room, Toya's voice snapped. "Sit down and shut up, you damn brat!" The force of his words sparked tension, a match igniting tinder. I exhaled slowly, the weight of the situation pressing heavier.
Damn. What had I gotten myself into?
"Don't tell me what to do, you charred piece of misery!" Katsuki retorted, Deku, predictably, was trying to hold him back, pathetically attempting to diffuse what was clearly inevitable.
Meanwhile, I wrestled five cans of beer from the fridge, balancing them awkwardly as I made my way back. Would I ever get a moment's peace?
"Kacchan, calm down!" Deku's pleading voice floated in as I returned to the living room. And there it was—exactly the scene I'd predicted: Deku wrestling with Katsuki, like an exasperated spouse trying to stop his hot-headed partner from picking a bar fight. The absurdity nearly drew a laugh from me, but I stifled it; the air was too thick with potential disaster.
I placed the cup coaster on the coffee table in front of Toya, followed by one of the beers. His cigarette pack was already there, like it knew chaos was about to unfold. For a moment, he just stared at the can, his gaze drifting up to meet mine, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"Beer?" Toya asked, eyeing the can like I'd handed him something far more exotic.
"Yes," I replied, equally baffled. Did he expect herbal tea in the middle of a brewing storm?
"For everyone?" His incredulity hovered between disbelief and amusement.
"Yes. What's the issue?" Frustration tinged my voice. Was beer not villainous enough for him?
Before Toya could respond, Katsuki and Deku abruptly stopped arguing. The sudden quiet wasn't calming—it was the kind of silence that simmers, like the last sizzle of a fuse before the inevitable explosion. The tension coiled tightly, ready for Katsuki to set it ablaze again.
"We're minors, you hemoglobin weirdo!" Katsuki yelled.
I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by both the insult and the absurdity of it all. "What does that have to do with beer?" I shot back.
Toya, cigarette poised between his lips, muttered a disappointed, "Unbelievable…" before lighting it with a flicker of flame from his fingertip. Smoke drifted lazily around him as he regarded me like I'd just delivered the dumbest line he'd ever heard. What was everyone's problem?
Deku seized the awkward pause, still restraining Katsuki like a bouncer managing a particularly volatile guest. "You can't drink alcohol until you're 20, Aya," he explained, his tone a mix of apology and exasperation.
"Oh? Well, what do you want to drink then? Hot chocolate? Warm milk?" I asked, trying—and failing—to mask my irritation.
Toya exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled, his laughter harsh and mocking.
"Do I look like a freshly squeezed infant to you?" Katsuki growled, his irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.
"You know what? Water will do," Ochaco interjected, her voice calm but tinged with enough annoyance to suggest she was just as fed up as I was.
"I've got Coke, too…" I offered, hoping to extinguish whatever fire was still smoldering.
"That's fine," Deku said quickly, still holding onto Katsuki with an admirable level of determination.
I set a beer can on the coffee table for myself and retreated to the kitchen, swapping out the remaining cans for a large bottle of Coke. The fizzing sound felt like a countdown. I poured three glasses and balanced them on a tray, my heart racing at the tension brewing behind me.
As I walked back, a heavy thud echoed from the living room—Katsuki had finally succumbed to gravity.
"What a mess…" he muttered, barely masking his irritation.
"Yeah, you can say that again," Toya growled, the shared frustration creating a low rumble between them. At least the two hotheads could agree on something.
Returning, I was met with an unexpected scene. The battlefield had settled into a temporary truce. Everyone sat on the carpet, a mismatched collection of tempers and personalities. Deku was now beside Katsuki, who, despite still smoldering, had at least taken a seat. Ochaco sat opposite, poised like a lone queen in enemy territory, while Toya, cigarette in hand, looked annoyingly self-satisfied—a lone wolf among a pack of unruly cubs.
I dragged myself back to the coffee table, standing next to Toya. I was about to kneel when both Deku and I were interrupted by the sudden buzz of our phones.
"Who texted you, Deku?" I asked, glancing over as he checked his screen.
"It's Shoto," he replied, eyes darting across the message. "He's on his way."
"Shoto? Shit…" Toya took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that seemed to carry the weight of his dread. Shoto's arrival loomed like a dark omen promising chaos, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Toya's unease had deeper roots.
Toya glanced up at me, his voice low, carrying the weight of a casual threat. "You're going to change your outfit."
I narrowed my eyes, locking onto his. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You heard me, doll," he shot back, tugging at the hem of my skirt like it offended him. "You're not parading around in this whore attire in front of Shoto." His fingers released the fabric, dripping disdain as if he couldn't bear to touch it.
My grip on the tray tightened. "And who the hell do you think you are, giving me orders?" I hissed, the tension boiling over. His audacity was testing limits. Toya's arrogance was nothing new, but this possessiveness—this simmering jealousy—was a whole new level. He'd acted like a king all day, pulling power plays in front of the students, but now he was pushing it. And worse, he knew it.
Toya's eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "Oh?" flicking his spent cigarette into the coaster before lighting another without missing a beat. "Getting naughty again, are we, little one?" His voice dripped with mockery, smoke curling lazily around him.
The three students sat frozen, their wide-eyed stares ping-ponging between us, trying to make sense of the standoff. I ignored them.
"I don't need to remind you what I did to you in Nezu Park, do I?" My voice dropped to a dangerous tone, the tray trembling slightly in my grip. "You better stop this act before you really piss me off."
His grin widened, filthy and smug. "And I don't need to remind you how you were twitching beneath me just a few days ago," he sneered, blowing out a slow, deliberate puff of smoke.
"W-what?" Ochaco stammered, her cheeks burning red as the words sank in.
Deku, predictably, had already gone full tomato, his wide eyes swimming in horror at the imagery Toya planted in his head.
Katsuki however, buried his face in his hands. "Shit…" he muttered, clearly done with the whole situation.
That was it. My patience snapped like a brittle thread.
Toya had officially gone too far. "Don't talk such bullshit, you scumbag!" I kicked him, my foot connecting with his side. He rolled over with a chuckle, collapsing onto the carpet like a crushed beetle, the cigarette still somehow dangling from his lips. Priorities, right?
Deku's phone buzzed, cutting through the lingering tension. He glanced down at the screen, the distraction almost too welcome. "Eijiro and Mineta are on their way…" His voice was quiet, thick with embarrassment.
Great. Just what we needed.
And Mineta of all people.
I sighed, feeling the weight of the impending chaos pressing in from all sides.
"Eijiro's joining us, huh, Deku?" Katsuki repeated, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. "Well, that'll be fun for you, Dabi," he added, his tone dripping with menace as he shot Toya a glare that bordered on possessive.
Toya, unfazed, sat up straight with one leg crossed and the other folded up, tapping the floor like a nervous rabbit caught in a trap. "Why so excited? Planning a threesome with me, or what?" he mocked, taking a long drag from his cigarette and exhaling a lazy plume of smoke in Katsuki's direction.
"Ugh, you sicko!" Katsuki snarled, starting to rise on his knees. But before he could launch himself, Deku yanked him back down, gripping his arm like it was a lifeline.
Just then, my phone buzzed, cutting through the tension.
Toya leaned his head against my leg, wrapping his arm around it like a serpent coiling around its prey. "Just messing with you! I only dive into honey pots, if you catch my drift," he teased, his tongue flicking out in a long, exaggerated motion, taunting Katsuki further.
"Huh?!" Deku gasped, hand flying to his mouth, his blush blooming again as if it had never left.
Katsuki slammed his elbow on the coffee table, leaning forward with a deep, annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose like it could block out the absurdity of the moment.
Ochaco glanced up at me, concern knitting her brow.
I didn't even want to guess what thoughts were spiraling through their heads. I had two options: lure Toya into the bedroom and beat some sense into him, or ignore his revolting comments and let the day end without any bloodshed. Choosing to keep the peace, I swallowed his provocation. After all, I was a big girl.
"Dabi," I said, suppressing a sigh, "check my phone. Looks like more kids are coming over. Might as well prepare for a circus."
Toya snatched my phone from the coffee table, still puffing lazily on his cigarette. His eyes scanned the screen with a bored indifference. "Someone you've saved as 'Aizawa' confirmed that Shoto and the other brats are on their way," he muttered, the name dripping with disdain. He lifted his gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. "But tell me—are you going to sit down anytime soon, or do you prefer hovering?"
"Hang on a sec," I replied, turning to Deku. "Deku, tell Shoto to send his live location. Just in case."
"I'll let him know." Deku nodded, fingers flying over the screen.
"Sit down now," Toya commanded, slowly running his hand up my inner thigh. The touch was unwelcome, like a spider crawling up my leg in the dead of night.
I suppressed a flinch, keeping my voice steady. "Or wait," I added, still addressing Deku, "just write it in the class chat. We need everyone's live locations. Makes more sense."
"That's a great idea," Ochaco chimed in, sounding pleased.
"Oh, look at that, Tenya already has sugg—" Deku began, but my sharp intake of breath stopped him cold.
Everyone fell silent, watching me.
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