Second Chance Ranch

by Thiefoflight68

Katsuki Bakugou ended up in prison after a gang shootout. Three years later he applies for a post prison program. The job he thinks he's getting and the one fate finds for him are completely different. A chance meeting with a cute freckled face man brings him to the Midoriya Family Ranch, also known as Second Chance Ranch by the prior prisoners that have made a made a home there.

18. Double Cross

The second waking was not any better. In fact, Shouto decided it was worse.

His mouth was thick and gummy to the point that he could barely swallow. His eyes throbbed, his head was pounding, and his stomach felt like a pit that led straight to the fires of hell.

Sitting up slowly, he swung his legs over the bed, which made him break out in a cold sweat. Taking long deep breaths only helped a little.Fuck,he wanted to beat himself into a bloody pulp for being so stupid. That pain would be better than what he was feeling right now.

Looking over at the two glasses, he finally relented. He doubted Mirio would do anything to hurt him and probably had more experience with hangovers… considering this was his first. As he picked up the whiskey shot, he noticed that it was light outside. He wondered what time it was and glancing around, he still couldn't find his phone anywhere.

"Idiot," he cursed himself. A lost phone would be a good penance for his drinking rampage. He stared at the glass in his hand and took several shallow breaths to prep himself. Squeezing his eyes shut, he swallowed the shot.

That… was a mistake.

His stomach lurched immediately and ejected the scorching liquid back up his esophagus. Covering his mouth, he grabbed the glass of water and gulped it down. Frowning at the taste, he shuddered and waited.

Nothing else happened.

Next, he picked up two crackers and forced himself to eat them, washing down the medicine at the same time. His stomach rolled and fought against the new contents so violently that he needed to lay down.

The sound of someone moving in the main house woke him. Blinking, Shouto realized he'd fallen asleep again. His stomach was quiet, and his head hurt significantly less. Sitting up, he noticed the light outside was much brighter. He stood unsteadily at first, but after a few seconds, he felt more stable. Shuffling to the window, he looked out.

Large trees lined a road that ran behind the house. In the distance he could see two barns that faced each other with various animal pens in between. It was quiet, no one was out.

The sounds in the house were getting louder now, someone was in the kitchen rattling pans. The smell of coffee permeated the air, and his stomach gurgled happily in anticipation. Shouto sighed loudly, finally something normal.

Looking down at the shirt that engulfed him, he made a cursory check in the nightstand and closet for his clothes, but only found some extra jackets and blankets. He could only assume Mirio had his stuff, if he was the one making the noise.

Going to the door, he tried the handle, but it didn't move. Staring at the doorknob, he tried it again. It was definitely locked. His mind scrambled to try to figure out why Mirio might have locked it, but he stopped himself. There could be no good explanation, and it was only making his head hurt.

Knocking on the door, the sounds stopped. Shouto knocked louder. Whoever was on the other side started towards the room until they were just on the other side. There was a rattling noise, and the door swung open.

Mirio filled the doorway.

His blonde hair was slightly flat from wearing his hat. He had on a red long-sleeve shirt that was stretched over his wide chest and hugged his body to his tapered waist where it was tucked into his old blue jeans. A simple metal buckle in the shape of a bucking bronco was slightly askew.

Shouto stared at him, feeling his mouth go dry. Trying to find any moisture, he swallowed, but it was no use, his throat had become a downright desert. Having him there, so close, Shouto was desperate to touch him, but he knew better and kept his arms held stiffly by his sides. There was still no forgiveness in Mirio's piercing gaze. Yet strangely, even under that cold scrutiny Shouto felt the gnawing emptiness starting to fade.

Then everything fell into place as his brain finally caught up to his heart. At that moment he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry or… both.

There were only a few things that Shouto truly treasured, so few he could count them on one hand. His horses. His family and the ranch they owned. And of course, the valley where he'd lived his life. But now he knew that Mirio Togata ranked above everything else that he held dear in his life. The same man that was standing there looking at him like he was the most repulsive creature on earth.

Shouto decided he wanted to cry.

They'd been silent too long. Fidgeting with the huge shirt, Shouto smiled. "Good morning," he grabbed his throat at the squeak that came out.

Mirio didn't answer but turned to go back down the hall. Stopping by a door, he pointed. "Clothes in there, take a shower." He continued into the kitchen that could be seen through the family room.

Walking to the bathroom, Shouto saw his clothes, folded neatly in a stack with his hat, boots and belt next to them. Closing the door, he sagged heavily against the wall.

He had a sudden urge to punch or kick anything willing to stay still.

Bottling in his frustrations, he held his breath in a silent scream until his face was ready to pop from the rush of blood, and his lungs fought for air.

Gasping, he finally let himself breathe.

Looking into the mirror, his face was mottled red, so much so that his scar was visible. Surprised, he touched it, then rubbed it… hard, trying to erase the thin line that scooped around his eye.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Not letting himself indulge in that thought, he turned on the shower and stripped down. Standing under the hot water, it felt like a balm running over his head. He allowed himself a few minutes to relax before finishing and drying off.

Slowly and meticulously, he got dressed. He wasn't ready to see him yet.

Taking several deep breaths, Shouto rolled out his shoulders. He felt almost normal and if he weren't burping whiskey every few minutes, he could've just pretended he had a cold.

Finally opening the door, he took the shirt and boxers into the bedroom and made the bed, setting them, as neatly folded as he'd found his own clothes, on top of the comforter.

Walking back through the house, Shouto stopped. Mirio was waiting, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, watching him. His heart thundered harder than a stampede of cattle as a spasm of fear gripped him. One step at a time, he managed to get to the table and pull out a chair and sit down. Those cold blue eyes never wavered. Clearing his throat, Shouto tried again. "Good morning." It was his voice this time.

"Morning," Mirio finally spoke and set a plate filled with eggs, bacon and toast in front of him.

Shouto covered his mouth at the smell and gagged. A rush of heat hit his cheeks, and he moved his hand away trying to mumble thank you. He stared at the food, willing himself not to throw up.

"Maybe not yet?" Mirio smirked slightly.

"Um," he picked up a piece of toast and smiled weakly. "I'll try this." Pushing the plate away he took a tentative bite. Mirio set a cup of coffee in front of him. "Thanks," Shouto took the cup and sipped. It was hot and tasted good, especially with the bread. "Are you joining me?" He managed to sound normal even with his stomach doing vicious somersaults.

Nodding, Mirio poured himself a cup and sat down. His icy blue eyes were still watching him closely. Eating the rest of the toast, Shouto sat back and drank more coffee. He sighed audibly.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah, a bit," he played with his coffee mug. "Last night was… rough."

"Well, I guess it was to be expected."

Mirio was being blunt, not his usual playful self and it was unsettling. "Yeah," Shouto laughed nervously, "crappy day yesterday."

"It was."

"Are, uh, your wrists okay?" Shouto lifted his sleeves exposing the crisscross of bruises on his skin. He saw a momentary flicker of concern in Mirio's expression.

"I have a few too," he nodded and looked down at his coffee, but made no move to show him his own marks.

"You should rub ointment on them," Shouto frowned, wanting to see for himself if he was okay. Mirio didn't answer and they grew quiet, the sounds of the ranch outside filling the kitchen. Picking up another piece of toast, Shouto eyed him thoughtfully. "I… uh-"

Mirio held up his hand, stopping him. "Don't," He shook his head.

"What did you think I was going to say?"

"You're going to apologize."

"I am," his blush grew hotter. "I think you deserve-"

Holding up his hand again, he thinned his lips. "I said, don't. I'd rather not-" He stopped himself.

"Rather not what?"

Standing up, he poured more coffee into his mug and nodding towards Shouto's cup, he lifted the carafe in the air offering him more.

"Okay," he pushed his cup forward. "Why won't you let me apologize?" He saw his fist squeeze around the handle as he poured.

Putting the carafe back on the burner, Mirio didn't sit down but leaned on the counter instead. "Look," his fingers drummed heavily on his coffee cup. "Nothing is going to change how I feel about you right now."

"I never thought that."

"Well good," Mirio snorted, "I forget that you're actually kinda smart."

"I only wanted to say sorry to-"

"To what? Make yourself feel better?" Mirio snarled.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Shouto snapped. Mirio cocked a brow at him, and he stammered trying to soften his tone. "I - I want to apologize to let you know that… that I… respect you."

Mirio's bark of laughter rang out loudly in the tiny kitchen, causing him to wince. "You sure are a shitty liar," Mirio set down his coffee and leaned forward slightly. "Tell me Shouto, what are you apologizingfor?

Seeing his blue eyes glinting challengingly, Shouto felt suddenly unsure. "For, um, Tenya."

"That idiot?" Mirio waved at him, "you and I were never exclusive."

"I know that." Shouto tried to read his expression for his true feelings, but Mirio kept his face neutral. Frustrated by the conversation, Shouto picked at his toast. "I still feel bad about the way you found out."

"That was kinda my own fault." He drummed his fingers louder.

"Maybe but I should've told you. I… I could've been honest."

"Why?" Mirio shrugged. "I'm the one who panted after you."

Shouto flinched at the exact words Tenya had used.

"I always knew you kept your secrets." Mirio snorted softly. "It might've been surprising to see you two together, but you sure as shit don't owe me an apology." He paused to sip his coffee. "At least… not for that." Mirio tipped his head and stared at him knowingly, as if he should understand him.

Shouto could see there was something, in his eyes, some deeper meaning. He tried to figure it out, but he was never good at guessing games. "Not for that? Then what am I apologizing for? Tell me, I will." He realized his voice was edging on desperation, but he didn't care, he just wanted things to be settled between them. Then maybe…

Mirio sighed. "Shouto," he started, his voice heavy with emotion, then pausing he flashed him a fake smile. "Actually, if you're done, I'd like to take you to your truck. I have work to do today." With that he grabbed his hat off the hat stand and pushed it on his head.

Whatever Shouto had seen was gone. He was back to being indifferent. "Oh," he jumped up too fast and grabbed the chair for balance. "Work!" Patting his pockets, he realized his phone was still missing.

"Over there," Mirio pointed to a phone charger on the wall. "I figured you'd need a full battery."

"Thanks," he unplugged it and went through his messages, he grimaced at the work emails looking for him. "I do need to go."

Heading out the door Shouto shivered as he hopped into Mirio's truck and huddled in the seat. Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, he felt the folded piece of paper. It was the copy of the notice he'd served Iz. He recoiled at the memory. It would take a long time to forget the looks on their faces. Especially Mirio, who barely knew Iz and yet, he'd been there for him when his supposed childhood friend and fiance had kicked him from his family home.

Staring out the window at Mirio's own ranch, realization dawned. "I know what I need to apologize for," Shouto squeezed the paper tightly.

Mirio didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry you were there yesterday. It wasn't my intention for you to see a fellow rancher… a friend get treated that way."

There was no sound. Glancing over, Mirio didn't acknowledge him, but then, he didn't stop him either.

"I don't expect you to understand what I'm doing or to ever forgive me, but know I'm sorry." His heart hammered at the finality of his statement. It felt like a bullet slicing through his brain.

It didn't take long to get to Tumbleweeds. Stopping, Mirio didn't acknowledge him and only stared forward out the windshield.

Jumping down, Shouto held the door open. He wanted to say something, anything, to get him to laugh or smile. He couldn't stand the stony look on his face, it was unnatural. Yet, all he could think of was the stupid stuff you'd say to anyone. "I guess I'll see you around?"

"Maybe."

Playing with the handle, a thought popped into his head, another door handle. "Oh, hey, I was wondering. Why did you lock the bedroom door?"

"Well," Mirio turned to face him finally. "Isn't that what you do with people you don't trust? Keep them locked up so they don't stir up any more shit?" He tipped his hat. "Close the door, I've gotta go."

Doing as he was told, Shouto's jaw dropped as he processed that thought.

Someone you don't trust…

The words ripped open the emptiness that loomed inside and, like a cyclone, it sucked at every part of him.

Frantically digging out his keys, he raced to his truck and had barely climbed inside when the storm of emotions hit. Managing to close the door, Shouto hunched in a ball on his front seat, his sobs rushing out so fast, he could barely breathe as tears and snot mixed on his face. Tucking further into himself, he didn't care and let himself cry.

For the first time in his entire life, Shouto allowed himself to regret.

The sound of the ocean seeped into his dream. Izuku was standing on a cliff, watching as the thick foamy water crashed into the rocks below. The wind was blowing, filling his senses with the scent of the salty spray. Suddenly something big jumped him from behind, knocking him forward. His body went sprawling across the ground as something hot and heavy trapped him and began breathing into his ear.

"Luna?" His dream vanished and he opened his eyes, the room was dark, and he was so hot he was sweating. Kacchan's hulking body was slung over him, his face nuzzled into his neck.

Izuku laughed, while Kacchan wasnotLuna, it was surprising how similar they both were. Trying to roll over while pinned under him proved to be a feat, but he managed to finally get onto his back. Throwing off the covers, the cool air from the open window felt good considering the heater next to him.

Able to see him better, Izuku frowned seeing the slight scowl on his face. So much had happened in such a short time. While it was a relief to know they were safe, there was still a lot they'd need to deal with in the future. Izuku threaded his fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness and combing it down so it framed his face. He'd get an earful later in the morning when Kacchan was piling on the goop trying to make his signature spikes, but it was worth it.

Kacchan stirred, his eyes moving under his closed eyelids. "No." His voice was thick with sleep.

Izuku choked on laughter. "No, what?"

"Large barking things on beaches, sunrises, dawn patrol or whatever morning activity you've got planned. It's the fucking crack ass of dawn and I just wanna sleep." He flopped on his stomach and burrowed down into the pillow, sighing heavily.

Propping his head in his hand, Izuku slid the cover down his back. The swell of his ass was just visible. Bending down he kissed his skin, which was hot and smooth to the touch. Tracing the lines of his muscles, he slipped his hand under the cover and squeezed him gently. "Do you feel okay?"

"Mmmmm." He shook his hips in response.

Pushing the blanket down further, Izuku shimmied down and kissed his tailbone. He'd given him some cream to use after the bath, but now he wondered if he'd really used it or just pretended. Pulling one butt cheek away from the other, he looked to see if he was swollen.

Jerking away, Kacchan rolled over. "Oi! I'm fucking sleeping." He grabbed the blanket and using it as a shield, he wiggled further from him. "My ass is fine," he dug back into his pillow and glared at him, finally closing his eyes.

Undeterred, Izuku slid across the bed after him. "Kacchan?"

"What?" He didn't open his eyes.

"I'm guessing that you were the top in your other relationship?"

He smirked and nodded, keeping his eyes closed.

"Did you make sure your partner was okay, especially after his first time with you?"

His face went rigid. "Fuck." After a few seconds, he slowly pulled the blanket off his body, exposing his ass again. He threw his pillow over his head. "Why didn't he tell me this was so fucking embarrassing?!"

Chuckling, Izuku kissed him on the shoulder. "Knowing you, he did, and you just didn't listen."

Kacchan lifted the pillow and looked at him with one eye. "Probably." He hid back under again.

Smiling, Izuku kissed his shoulder and made his way down his back with his lips. He loved watching the goosebumps flare across his skin when he licked and kissed him. Kacchan moved slightly, peeking out from the pillow to watch him.

"Does that feel good?" Izuku nipped him lightly.

"Yeah." His voice was husky.

Trailing down his spine, Izuku tongued his skin, kissing the soft swell of his ass. "I'll be gentle and quick." To Kacchan's credit he didn't flinch or tighten his butt cheeks as he pulled away one side. He grimaced seeing how swollen and inflamed the skin looked. Letting him go, he continued his barrage of kisses across the small of his back.

"Is it that bad?" He pulled the pillow off his head.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

He bit his lip and smiled. "Because I'd go for round two if my bottom's ass looked okay." Grunting, he shrugged. "You didn't, so it must look about as good as it feels."

Laying back down on the bed to face him, Izuku held back a smile. Kacchan was right, he was already hard and had been hoping for a relaxing morning fuck. "We can always jerk off."

"Yeah," he huffed quietly. "We can."

"Wait," Izuku peered at him closely. "Are you disappointed?" His heart just about burst out of his chest with happiness. "Seriously?"

"N-No!" Kacchan stammered but Izuku could see the telltale blush on his ears.

Trying to keep the cocky smile off his face took every bit of muscle control Izuku had, but he knew Kaccha would not appreciate any gloating. Swing your leg over me." Izuku tugged his leg over his body and grabbed the lube. He lost the battle with his face seeing that Kacchan's dick was as hard as his own, he grinned wide. "Move your hips forward," Izuku guided his body forward until their cocks touched. They both hissed at the intense feeling.

Snagging the lube, Kacchan squirted it into his hands and wrapped his fingers around both. "Now this is a morning activity." He grunted as he began to stroke them both.

The feel of Kacchan's rough hands on one side and his silky cock on the other was fucking magic and now Izuku was hard-as-steel. He kissed him roughly, running his hands down his back and stopped at his ass.

Damn. He wanted to fuck him so badly it hurt.

Kacchan chuckled inside his mouth and dragged his teeth on his tongue. "Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Izuku nodded, chasing him for another kiss.

"Gotta break your bottom in slowly so they're used…" a painful look crossed his face as he realized what he was saying. "Never mind."

"Focus on what you're doing," Izuku cradled his hands and helped him stroke. "That feels good."

"Fuck, it does." Kacchan gripped them both tighter and his hips thrust at the same time. Kissing him again Izuku slid his fingers into his hair, he was desperate to cum already.

It didn't take long, both groaning as Kacchan stroked them through their orgasm until cum mixed between their sweaty bodies.

Turning on his back, Kacchan lifted his wet hands and laughed. "If you need a hint, I prefer waking up like this."

"Better than barking seals?" Izuku sat up slowly feeling completely spent.

"Hell yes." Rolling over, Kacchan crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. "I'll bring you a towel." He emerged with a few towels and a washcloth. Smiling, he crawled over him and straddled his thighs. "Let me take care of you." He carefully began to wipe him clean and followed with a kiss in each spot.

Laughing, Izuku shoved playfully at his shoulder. "You're gonna make me hard again."

"That's fine," Kacchan's lips ran along his inner thigh. "I could do this all day."

Kiri jerked awake. Sitting up, he looked around the room. Nothing registered. It was as if glue was clogging every part of his brain.

The curtains were drawn tight, but from the amount of light leaking around the edges he could tell it was late in the day. Grabbing his phone, he cursed seeing the time, it was almost noon.

When was the last time he'd slept in so late?

Grumbling, he found his clothes and dressed quickly, shoving his feet into his boots. He noticed the medication on the nightstand next to a glass of water, he knew Shin had left them there. "Dammit."

Why hadn't he bothered to wake him up?

There was so much to be done.

Swiping the bottle of pills off the stand, he stormed out of the room, pausing at the window in the kitchen. The courtyard below was empty, no sign of him anywhere.

Mumbling, he grabbed his hat off the peg when his stomach growled. Sighing, he spun around and flung open the refrigerator. Suddenly a throbbing pain started pounding along his temple and the thought of food made his stomach roll. Slamming the door shut, he decided to find Sero and Shin and figure out what needed to be done, then he could try eating.

He'd just started down the stairs when he heard a sharp whistle. Looking around, he saw Shin coming from the cabin, he was waving and grinning ear to ear. He had a bag tucked under his arm and was practically skipping across the courtyard. Racing up the stairs he stopped below him, breathless.

"You look better." His purple eyes twinkled.

Giving him a stern look, Kiri was annoyed at his playful attitude. "Shin, why didn't you wake me up?" Shin just rolled his eyes in response and pushed him back towards the kitchen door. Kiri tried to get around him.

"Eijirou!" Shin snapped.

Stopping, Kiri turned, narrowing his eyes. "Yes? Hitoshi?"

Shin pulled on him, attempting to drag him towards the house. "Doctor's orders were to rest and take your medication."

"Shin, I'm fucking fine." Kiri ripped his hand out of his grip. "Look, it's almost lunch, at least I can scrub out the feed buckets."

Juggling the bag in his arms, he gave Kiri his signature 'over my dead body'look and made a soft tsking noise. "What did you eat?"

"I had a bite." Kiri's stomach chose that moment to growl again, even louder. He frowned and covered his middle.

Bursting out laughing, Shin held open the door. "Get your ass in the kitchen!" He pointed to the table. "Sit." Going to the refrigerator, he stuck his head inside and pulled out a large dish.

Standing in the doorway, Kiri knew that if he tried to leave, Shin would chase him down, and considering the pounding in his head, it might be better to try to eat something first. Sitting down with a sigh, he was surprised that the smell of the food heating up wasn't making him as sick as he thought.

"Thank you," Shin glanced over at him and smiled shyly. "I just want you to get better." He set down two plates of what looked like mashed potatoes and gravy, except there were large chunks of brown stuff floating in the gravy, presumably meat. Pulling out the chair next to him, Shin picked up his fork and poked at his food. "You know," his lower lip jutted out in a pout. "I've been working really hard today."

"Hard?" Kiri scooped up the brown goop. "Doing what?" He snorted derisively. "Not waking me up?" Frowning, he sniffed at the dripping mess on his fork. The smell of the food hit his brain, and his stomach almost leapt out of his mouth and sucked it down on its own. Taking a huge bite, he chewed. It was amazing. "Mmm, this is good. Did Katsuki make it before they left?"

"I made it," Shin whispered, mixing everything together.

Kiri shot him an unbelieving look. "C'mon Shin," he chuckled. "Was it in the freezer?"

"No!" He bristled defensively. "I can fucking cook too. No one ever asks me though. I found a recipe and everything… just took a few times with the gravy."

Kiri stopped at the hurt look on his face. He was ready to kick himself for being such an ass. Taking another bite, he hummed approvingly. "It's good Shin, it really is. I just figured it was leftovers since you've been taking care of me and the animals. When did you have time to cook?"

"I made it last night," he shrugged. "After you fell asleep."

Kiri raised his brows. "After? That was so late though, are you serious?" He just nodded as he ate. "Shin, I'm impressed," he smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry and this is really tasty, almost as good as our blonde chef." Shin didn't look up, but he was smiling at the compliment. "Why'd you do that though? We could've just scraped something together instead of worrying about me."

Shin slammed down his fork. "Why're you such a stupid red-head? I was worried you wouldn't have anything good to eat." His brow furrowed deeply, "and I happen to like worrying about you."

"You do… don't you." Kiri sighed and ruffled his hair tenderly. "My Shin's being awfully nice to me today. What else have you been up to, while I lounged away in bed."

"It wasn't lounging!" Shin huffed back. "By the way did you take your medicine?"

"I will right now," Kiri popped the top off his bottle and sucked down two pills. "Now I better eat fast and get work done, before these kick in."

Shin's entire demeanor changed as he began to bounce in his chair and a wide grin spread across his face. "Did all the chores for you already." He announced triumphantly.

Kiri held back a laugh, Shin had obviously been waiting to tell him, and he'd gone and spoiled his fun. His Shin could be so damn sweet… when he wanted. "All of them?" He mused, letting him enjoy the moment.

"Yep, Sero and I even got the first part of the herd back from the aquifer." He flashed him a big goofy smile.

Kiri did some fast math. "Fuck, what time did you get up?"

"Uh," Shinsou dipped his head, "early."

"Early?" He eyed him, finally noticing the dark circles under his eyes. Knowing him, he never went to sleep. "You did all this for me?"

"I did," Shinsou swirled his fork through his food. "My head was kinda spinning after yesterday."

"I bet it was," Kiri felt even guiltier. After everything that happened, Shin probably needed him more than ever last night. Pushing back his chair Kiri patted his lap. "C'mere."

"I'm good," but his eyes lingered longingly on him.

"Then I guess I'll do chores-"

"Wait!" Shin was already out of his chair and in his lap. Squeezing his cheeks, Shin kissed him tenderly. "I'm glad you're okay." He whispered softly.

"I'm glad we're both okay." Kiri held him tight for a few minutes, but, as always, Shin's thoughts seemed to ricochet through his body and he started to fidget. Brushing the hair off his forehead, Kiri knew it was time for a change in topic. "I also feel like some kinda spoiled king today. Would you let me give you a reward for all your hard work?"

Shin snapped his head up, nearly hitting him in the nose and blushed beautifully. "What kind of reward?" His gorgeous eyes widened.

"Well, I can start with this," Kiri cupped the back of his neck and kissed him. His lips were relaxed, enough that he could tease them open. Shin was always so tentative initially, and Kiri had to coax him into the kiss. Of course, he didn't mind the work one bit, and Shin always responded perfectly.

Shin started wiggling deeper into his lap and hugged his neck. The kiss grew more demanding, and Kiri could feel his body responding to the way Shin's tongue seemed to be searching his mouth, tickling every corner as if looking for his sweet spot. When the tip of Shin's tongue ran along the roof of his mouth, Kiri groaned, fisting his hair.

"Do you like that?" Shin pulled back, his lips shiny from their kiss.

"Fuck, yeah," Kiri licked at a drip that trickled off the corner of his mouth. He buried his face in his chest. "Are you sure all the chores are done?" He was ready to drag him back into the room.

"Mmmm, and," Shinsou whispered softly, biting his ear. "Sero left to go to town."

Kiri turned his head sideways to peer up at him. "No shit?" Shooting to his feet with Shin in his arms, the room suddenly spun, like a loopy merry-go-round. Losing his balance, Kiri fell back down missing the edge of the chair, and they both crashed to the floor.

"Eijirou!" Shin rolled to his knees and bent over him.

"What the hell?" Kiri sat up. The room swam. "Damn medication," he tried to shake it off, but that made everything worse. Shin started to giggle. "Not funny." Kiri grumped.

"Yes,

it is," standing Shin jerked him to his feet. "C'mon my dopey red-head lets get you back to bed where you belong."

Standing, Kiri frowned. "That's my fucking line."

"Okay," Shin led him back to the guest room. "Next time, you can say that to me."

"Hey Hitoshi?" Kiri stopped outside the door. He turned to look at him, tipping his head questioningly. Kiri swiped his thumb over his still wet lips. "I love you."

"I know," Shin kissed his thumb. "And I plan on using that to every advantage I can with you now." Tonguing the tip, he began sucking on him.

"Crap, don't do that," Grabbing him, Kiri pushed them both into the room and onto the bed. Falling sideways, they bounced on the mattress and tangled into each other's arms. Kiri kissed him and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Ohhhh," Shin laughed. "You're undressing me?"

"I am," Kiri fumbled with the next button. All of his senses were starting to stick together.

"Why?"

"I wanna have sex."

"Ha! You can barely see straight." He grabbed his hands, pulling them away.

"Don't you wanna fuck?"

Sighing Shin kissed his fingers. "Can we talk about this later? You're broken right now."

"Gonna answer me or just pretend I didn't ask?"

Frowning playfully, Shin laughed. "Fine…" He began to unbutton his shirt. "You'll be asleep before I finish with the last button anyway."

"Thas more like it." Getting up on his hands and knees, Kiri crawled across the bed and dropped into the pillows. Turning, he opened his arms and Shin fell into them. His mouth landed against his neck, where he began to suck on him fiercely. "Damn!" Kiri winced under his attack. "Gonna leave a fucking hickey." His tongue was growing thicker in his mouth.

"Branding you."

"Wha?"

Shin poked at the place on his neck that he'd been sucking. "Like the old days. Gonna mark you as mine." He licked and sucked on the spot again.

"Not sure anyone else wants me." Kiri could feel the pull of the drugs dragging him down.

"Maybe… but I can't be too careful." Shin finished and tapped the spot again. "Kiri?"

His voice was getting further and further away. The last thing he heard before the blackness filled his brain was Shin's laughter.

Walking into the bank, Shouto waved to Asui. "Morning, uh," he blushed, correcting himself, "afternoon."

"Shouto!" She waved and motioned him to her window. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled weakly. He knew he looked like shit and nothing he did would cover up the whiskey smell that seemed to ooze from every pore. "I just had a bit too much to drink last night."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "youdid?"

"Uh, yeah," he answered sheepishly.

"Oh… well afteryesterday! It's all anyone can talk about."

Looking around, it was then that Shouto noticed a few curious glances in his direction. "Yeah, it was pretty intense."

"I heard there were twenty gangsters with guns!" Asui's voice echoed in the quiet bank, and she blushed, covering her mouth. Everyone looked up and stared openly. "Sorry," she coughed, "I understand that one of them was shot?"

"Iz shot one in the hand," Shouto could feel a cold sweat breaking out, he'd been upright too long. "Um, I'm sorry Asui but I'm still a bit hungover, do you mind if I go sit in my office?"

"Oh! Of course," she started to say something and then stopped.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Suddenly she flung herself over the counter and hugged him. "We were so scared when we heard, I'm glad you're okay." Shouto stood stiffly in her arms, her genuine concern was… surprising.

"Th-thank you," he stammered as she released him almost as quickly.

"Oh, Mr. President wants to see you. He said to go up to his office as soon as you can." Smiling, she sat down. "I'm sure he wants to make sure you're okay."

"Right, thank you," he glanced at the clock again. Asui was right, most likely he just wanted details about yesterday.

That was all, nothing else.

Walking to his office, he hung his jacket and set his briefcase on his desk. Smoothing out his already crisp shirt, he held his hand over his mouth and smelled his breath.Fuck, he smelled like a distillery. Opening his drawer, he pulled out some gum to try and hide the reek of alcohol. Standing tall, he crossed the main lobby and stepped through the door markedEmployees Only.

Walking down the tight hallway that ran behind the bank he went up that staircase that led to Nezu's office. The double doors were open. Knocking on one, Shouto peeked inside to see him look up from his massive desk.

"Todoroki, come in! Good to see you in one piece!" He motioned to one of the chairs. "Sit down." He sat back and smiled warmly.

Shouto breathed a sigh of relief at Nezu's demeanor. He only wanted to hear about yesterday.

"I take it you're okay? I wondered if you would call in sick. Imagine how worried we all were when we didn't hear from you." His tone was soft, but he was being scolded.

"Sorry," Shouto could feel himself blushing. "I…" No use lying. "I went out drinking last night and unfortunately, I… uh, found the bottom of the bottle." He hung his head in shame.

"Well, I don't condone drinking that heavily, but I can't say that I blame you." Nezu leaned forward. "I heard you were tied up and they had doused the cabin in gasoline?"

"Y-Yeah." Although not the real reason he'd gotten drunk, it worked as an excuse to everyone else.

"Interesting that you were out there." The warmth in his voice had turned to curiosity.

Shouto looked up. There was a shrewd look on Nezu's face that he recognized instantly. He was fishing for information. His heart picked up speed.

"I thought you and Izuku had separated?" He rubbed his chin slowly.

"I - I needed to arrange to get our herd from the aquifer." He hoped his lie sounded convincing.

Nezu seemed to think over his answer. "Yes, it's that time of year." He tugged at his mouth with his fingers. "Nothing else?" The question was open-ended, his black eyes glittering expectantly.

"No, why are you asking?" Shouto felt like it was a day for riddles, and his brain was one step behind.

"Nothing, I just remembered Izuku's loan application referenced paying off a private loan on his family ranch."

"I wouldn't know." Shouto tried not to hold his breath.

"Well, I've been feeling bad about that, not giving him the whole loan. I think I may offer the full amount to him now. Considering what he's been through."

Shouto didn't budge. Nezu was looking for his reaction. "That would probably be good news." He bit his cheek so hard he tasted the familiar tang of blood. Iz had agreed that he wouldn't pay off the loan and he had no other choice but to trust him. Doubt began to creep into his mind.

But if he did.

Bakugou was in the clear and after yesterday, everyone was on Iz's side. He could easily leverage the whole thing to pay him off and he wouldn't have a leg to stand on. His stomach rolled queasily. Forcing a smile, he waited for Nezu to say something.

"I'll draw up the papers, why don't you let him know."

"Me?"

"You are my loan manager, aren't you?"

"I - I am. I thought Asui had point on this one though."

"No, I think you can call him. Let him know the whole amount is available to him, that way he can pay off any debts and start fresh."

"I will."

"Well, that's all I wanted. Glad you're doing well." Nezu stood and began packing up.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I have some bank business in the city. A last-minute investment that could be lucrative for us."

"Oh," Shouto stood as well, he'd never heard of Nezu investing outside the valley.

"Anything I should be aware of?"

"No, it's preliminary for now. I promise to loop you in if I need."

"Okay." Turning to leave, he felt strange. Like something wasn't catching right in his head. Probably his hangover.

"Shouto."

He stopped and turned back. "Yes?"

"Take the rest of the day off, I think it might be best."

"I will," he could feel the heat rush back into his cheeks. "Thanks."

Katsuki prowled through the store filling his basket with random snacks, glancing at his watch, he'd been gone for an hour. "Long fucking enough," he grumbled as he headed to the check-out counter. Paying for everything, he swung by the pizza place, deciding to keep a wide berth on the BBQ place in case Dr. Creep showed up. Picking up their pizza, he walked back to the hotel as quickly as possible.

Stopping outside the door, he listened. He couldn't hear Freckles talking. Pushing in his key, he stepped inside and set everything on the table. Freckles was sitting on the balcony bundled in a blanket, watching the angry sea below. Grabbing two cans of beer and a bag of chips, he stepped outside and sat down. "Hey," he held out the beer.

"Hey," taking it from him Freckles set it on the table.

"No beer?"

"Ummm, in a bit."

"So?" He snapped, venting his frustration.

What had been a nice afternoon of lounging on the balcony had ended abruptly when he'd received a call from fuckface. Freckles had ignored it, but when he finally listened to the voicemail, he'd turned white as a ghost and without an explanation, he'd asked him to get snacks, saying he needed some time to think. Katsuki knew he was being petty, but it'd hurt to be summarily dismissed. "Did you think through your shit?"Without me.He held his tongue on the last two words.

"Well, kind of." He finally popped his beer open and took a sip.

"What's that mean?"

Freckles sighed heavily and glanced at him. Those big green eyes were filled with a sad but determined look. "You're upset, I'm sorry."

Setting down his beer, Katsuki rubbed his face trying not to feel like a shithead. "No, I'm being an idiot. He's your ex, I've got no right to be so upset."

"Yes, you do. Kacchan, you're my life now, not him." He picked at the beer top. "It was business though, I promise, and I needed to make a few calls before we could decide on some things."

"We?" Katsuki really felt like complete shit now.

"Yes…wehave to decideourfuture, with or without the others."

"Oh."

"Do you want to keep ranching?" His question was direct and genuine. No hint of sarcasm.

"I guess," Katsuki shrugged. "I'm getting a little used to it now."

"What if you could do whatever you wanted?"

Spinning the beer in his hand, Katsuki knew what he wanted, more than anything in the world. "A garage."

"I wondered." Freckles pulled the blanket tighter around his body.

"How about you, do you want to keep ranching?"

He didn't answer for a while, just stayed tucked up in the chair looking out at the ocean. He made a throaty noise and nodded, looking back at him. "I do. I've never had the opportunity to run a full cattle ranch, and I enjoy it. I'm also sad we couldn't use your drone."

"We can, if we get another ranch."

"I suppose."

Katsuki ripped open the chips and took a handful, pushing the bag towards him.

"What if we could do both?" Freckles looked at him hesitantly.

Their eyes connected across the table and Katsuki's heart leapt at everything they exchanged in that one look.

They were in this together.

For the first time in a while, Katsuki felt a surge of hope. "Can we? How do we do that?"

"The Tokoyami family owns some land on the edge of town. It's not as big as our place but it has frontage to the main road, we could build you a garage and still have plenty of room for the animals and a few small houses."

"How much?"

"More than we have but they'd carry a note with us, or I could go back to the bank. That would leave us enough to buy more cattle and put up a few buildings." He played with the blanket. "We'd have to pay Shouto for our cattle to graze at the aquifer, like we charge today, but then we'd have our own place, and we can stay in the valley."

Katsuki frowned, he wanted out from under that asshole's thumb. "Could you stay in the valley and not own Second Chance Ranch?"

"It would be hard, but I can't think of any other place I want to live."

"Yeah, it's a beautiful area." He ate a few more chips thinking through the plan. "Are you okay with living in the same town as Shouto?"

"I suppose." He tipped his head, "what about you?"

Katsuki clicked his tongue and fought back a growl. "No, but I would for you, although I'd be happy to help him move."

"Me too," Freckles chortled and picked up his beer. "Okay, we'll go look at the property when we get back."

"I guess that's the decision."

Nodding he looked back out at the sea.

Katsuki could see he was trying to decide something else. "What's up? You've been staring at the ocean like it's got an answer you need."

"There is one other option."

"What's that?"

"We fuck over Shouto."

Katsuki stared at him for a few seconds trying to understand what he meant. "F-Fuck him over?" He jumped out of his chair and knelt in front of him. "How? Count me in, how?"

Chuckling Freckles thumbed his cheek. "It's not going to be that easy."

"I hope not," he quipped. "I'd rather fuck him hard." Freckles burst out laughing making Katsuki frown. "I'm not kidding. What do we have to do?"

"Shouto was calling me earlier to tell me that Nezu has decided to give me the entirety of the bank loan that I applied for originally."

"But…"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I've already agreed not to pay off Shouto's note in exchange for letting you out of jail."

"Oh," Katsuki leaned into his legs. "I'm not in jail."

"No, you're not."

"You had the money before though."

"I did."

"Why now?"

"I made the choice alone, to give up my ranch. Shouto had to trust me not to backstab him later."

"So, you're wondering if you should sharpen your blade?"

Freckles blanched slightly. "Yeah, but I don't think that's my choice alone anymore. I think the others need to weigh in on this."

"You seriously think we should?"

"I'm not sure yet." He made a face. "What about you?

Katsuki pursed his lips tightly. "You might be surprised by my answer."

"Really?" Surprise registered in his beautiful eyes. "Let's wait until we get back and talk as a group," He leaned forward and kissed him.

"We leave tomorrow." Katsuki lingered on his lips, sucking on them gently.

"We do." He breathed out, searching his face expectantly. "How… how're you feeling? Are you, um, better?"

"Yeah," Katsuki buried his face into his chest, even the cool air wasn't stopping the hot blush that raced up his neck. "I am."

"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Shindou." Nezu extended his hand to the younger man.

"That's my dad." He laughed, shaking his hand firmly and offering him a seat. "Just call me Yo."

"Oh, um," Nezu sat down. "Would you mind if I call you Shindou? I like to keep things professional."

"Anything a Takata wants." He smirked but his dark eyes glittered dangerously.

Setting his briefcase down, Nezu steeled himself for an ugly conversation. "Did my uncle tell you anything about why I'm here?"

Shindou leaned back in his oversized leather chair. He'd left his suit jacket off and had one button undone on his shirt with his necktie hanging loose around his neck. Nezu understood this was his way of silently communicating that this meeting meant less than nothing to him. "Why don't you tell me why you're here."

"Okay," ezu opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. "I'll get right to the matter, but first I'll require you to sign this." He handed him a single sheet of paper.

Taking it warily, Shindou looked it over and smiled, this time his eyes lit up happily. "A non-disclosure? Are you about to share something you shouldn't?"

Folding his hands, Nezu chose his words carefully. "I would rather the parties involved not know this conversation occurred, if that's what you mean."

Laughing, Shindou grabbed a pen and signed with a flourish, tossing the paper back. Nezu signed alongside his name. Picking up the stack of papers, he gave them to him. "I want to buy out your share of the water plant investment with Tenya Lida and Shouto Todoroki."

Shindou sat up and took the contract, flipping through it quickly. He paused at the page with the offer. "You don't mess around, do you?"

"No. I hope you take that into consideration. I came with my best offer and would like to see if we can finish this without months of delays."

"I stand to make a fortune on this deal." Shindou slapped the contract closed. "Why should I settle for this?"

"Because Tenya Lida is double-crossing Shouto Todoroki."

Shindou studied him for a moment and then smirked. "A leopard doesn't change his spots." He played with the paperwork. "How's that my problem?"

"It's not, but considering what he's done to your family, I thought you might be sympathetic."

There was a soft knock on the door and a young man entered with a tea tray. "Sir, you requested refreshments?"

"Yeah, set them here."

Nezu waited as the tea was poured and the man left the office. Picking up his cup, he sipped the bitter liquid slowly. He knew that Shindou had used the time to consider his offer. Glancing at the door, he wondered if the man had been listening to come in at the right moment.

Clearing his throat, Shindou set down his teacup. "I'm not interested."

Nezu's hair stood on end, he'd been expecting him to push back at the least, but he was surprised he wasn't willing to negotiate. "Why is that?"

"As you mentioned, Tenya screwed us over. That son of a bitch killed my father, and this is his compensation to me and my family." He tapped on the contract. "I feel like this lets him off the hook somehow."

"Perhaps." Nezu took a deep breath and set down his tea. "There are more factors that I have not presented. May I give you those details so that you'll be able to take those into consideration as well?"

"Let 'em fly." Shindo leaned back and threw his foot up on the desk.

Nezu bristled at the openly rude gesture. "As you know the property is currently owned by the Midoriya Family. That family has come to me for a loan to pay off a certain debt on their property." Nezu slid the foreclosure notice across the desk. "A debt that once settled would make this notice null and void."

Shindou perked up to look at the notice. Waving his hand he winked. "Not gonna scare me that easily old man. The Todoroki Family is part of the land trust and without a marriage they gain full control." Sliding open his desk drawer, he pulled out a thick folder and slammed it down on his desk. "You think I gave this a green light without that?"

"How much have you invested so far?" Shindou gave him a bored look. Nezu pressed on. "Because while you are correct on that, there has been evidence of misconduct on the behalf of Shouto Todoroki."

Shindou's face changed instantly. "Misconduct?"

Handing him another folder, Nezu waited as he went through the file. He'd had it put together in a hurry, but thankfully with the bank cameras, he'd been able to get a few still shots of Mirio and Shouto together. "As you can see there is a list of people willing to testify that these two have been carrying on an affair during the time Shouto was engaged. In fact, it was upon the discovery of this illicit affair that Izuku Midoriya broke up with him." Nezu hated lying, but he knew he had to rise to the occasion, or in this case, go low enough to get what they needed.

Shuffling through the pictures and paperwork, Shindou closed the file and threw it back on his desk. "How long will you give me to decide?"

Nezu blinked, he'd expected him to fight more. Most likely he was going to do his own research and determine the viability of his claim. "If you want time to investigate, the foreclosure was served recently."

"I'll get back to you in thirty days."

"That's acceptable." Nezu put everything into his case and snapped it closed. "I will leave you the NDA and the offer. If you change your mind before the time is up, call me and we'll coordinate another meeting."

"Oh," Shindou leaned forward. "Since you seem to know so much, where the fuck is Tenya these days?"

"He'syourpartner." Nezu huffed.

"Mmmm, not really a partner." Shindou narrowed his eyes. "More like a necessary evil."

"I would be happy to negotiate that information if you choose to sell me your interest in this investment."

Shindou waved his hand towards the door, which seemed to magically open, his man was standing and waiting.

"I look forward to hearing from you." Nezu headed out the door.

Picking up the contract again, Yo rubbed his chin and reached for his office phone. "Connect me," he barked and waited.

"Yes?" The crisp voice snapped through the line.

"Do you still have a judge on payroll?"

"I do."

"Good. I'll send you a case number, I need a foreclosure fast-tracked." The door opened and his secretary came back into the room. Stepping around the desk, he laid a calendar open in front of him. "How fast can you make it happen?"

"We can usually get it reduced in half, so forty-five days."

"No, that won't work." Yo looked at the calendar and counted out the days. "Less than thirty days, make it twenty-eight and I'll pay double." Without waiting for a response, he hung up and tapped the calendar. "Mark that day," he snickered. "Old man's gonna find out in thirty days that I'll be the one in charge of that property." Standing, he straightened his tie and smoothed back his hair. "Also, get his uncle on the line, I wanna make sure he doesn't take sides."

"Should we advise Tenya?"

"No, we keep this to ourselves."

"You need it served quietly?" He held up his overcoat.

Grinning, Yo slid his arms into his coat. "Yep, you know the drill."

An icy wind blew hard as grey clouds thickened above them, the first flurries of snow had started in the mountains and were heading down to the valley.

"I think we should get out of here." Izuku pounded his gloved hands together. Even bundled up it was cold. This was probably the earliest snow on record.

"I've seen enough," Kiri hooked Shin's elbow, and they began walking back to the truck.

Climbing inside, Sero turned on the engine and waited for the heater to start blasting. Settling back against his door, he looked at them. "I have to tell you something."

They all looked up at once.

"You don't like the property?" Izuku was already concerned. It was more barren than he'd expected. It was surprising to see how different the land was in various parts of the valley. It had been more dirt than grass but with time they could make changes.

"No, no," Sero smiled, "I think it's a decent place. Rough around the edges-"

"Kinda like us," Shin interrupted and pulled out his thermos of coffee. "Anyone want some more?" Kiri and Katsuki lifted their cups.

"Yeah, it's not about the ranch but…well." Sero paused.

The tone in his voice quieted the group and Shin quickly put away his thermos.

"What is it, Sero? Are you not joining us?" Izuku voiced the worry that was on all of their faces.

"I'd like to join you, but I hope I won't be alone." He pulled off his hat and rolled it between his hands. "I'm gonna ask Ochako to marry me." The silence in the cab was stifling. Laughing nervously, he shrugged. "Say something."

"Congratulations!"

"What the hell?"

"Are you even dating?"

"Fuck,sheactually likes you?"

Their responses tumbled over one another as they reached over and tried to pound awkwardly on his shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah," he blushed and shoved his hat back on his head. "She and I've been dating for a long time."

"You never said a word," Kiri gave him a wry smile.

"Like I would, you'd all been over there bugging the shit out of her more than you already do!"

"When are you going to ask her?" Izuku could see how happy he was, and the fact that he'd kept it hidden for so long proved how much he treasured their relationship. Sero could never keep anything to himself.

"Well, I kinda confessed to her the night that Kiri was in the hospital and she was real spun 'cause it was in the vending machine area." Shin started laughing. Sero flicked him a cold look. "Anyway, I called Mezou and got a table at his restaurant on Christmas Eve, so I thought I'd ask her there."

"So, if you get married, where you gonna live?" Shin leaned on the seat.

"Since we have to move anyway, I might hole up with her at the trailer until we've got room."

"We can probably get a barn up pretty quickly, but the rest will have to wait until spring," Izuku had already been calculating the timing. "They've cleared and prepped the land so at least electrical, and water have been set, that'll make things go faster."

"I've seen Ochako's trailer," Kiri put his arm around Shin. "Maybe you and I could live in something like that for a while."

"You really think so Kiri?" Shin looked at him incredulously. "Have you seen how much shit I have in that other bedroom?"

Laughing he kissed his cheek, "yeah, I have."

Sero smiled and took a deep breath. "Snipe's place is close, and he said we could keep some of the cattle and horses in his barn. Figured I should be there to watch over them anyway, until we have a place built."

"That's a good idea." Izuku stared down at his hands. He hadn't brought up the next topic and his stomach was twisting like mad.

"Spit it out, Freckles." Kacchan ruffled his hair. Izuku still wasn't used to his nickname around the others, and he saw them flash wicked grins.

"Spit what out?" Kiri prodded.

"Shouto." He finally breathed out.

"Fuck him." Shin crossed his arms and looked out the window.

Izuku already knew which way he would vote. Glancing at Kacchan, he could guess he was the same. So, it came down to Sero and Kiri. He'd debated over the past week whether or not to allow them a say, but he couldn't in good conscience drag them to a new ranch and not discuss it with them.

"What about him?" Kiri thumped the seat.

"If we wanted to make things really difficult for him, we could pay off the loan."

Shin snapped his head around and laughed. "Oh,FUCKyes!" He yelled and draped himself over the seat, hitting Izuku's shoulder. "FUCK YES!"

"Shin," Izuku sighed, "it won't save the ranch in the end."

He stopped mid-hit and frowned. "That makes no sense. How's that possible?"

"If you pay off the loan," Sero pursed his lips, "it would stop the foreclosure."

"But it doesn't dissolve the marriage contract." Izuku finished.

"The land trust that Tenya set up," Kacchan peered over at Shin. "They would still take over majority ownership and would make the calls."

"It just would take a lot longer, possibly one to two years."

"That'd be good, maybe something happens along the way and Shouto leaves us alone." Shin spat out. "Or it would give us time to think through what we need to do."

"But…" Izuku sucked at his lower lip. "I promised him I wouldn't."

"Like that matters to him?" Shin scoffed. "When did he ever treat us with any kind of respect?"

"That's the point Shin," Izuku answered quietly. "I always tried to be respectful, no matter what was going on with him. I'd like to say that I always did the right thing in our relationship and this feels… ugly."

"I vote we screw him for as long and as hard as we can," Shin snarled and sat back to look out the window. "Fucker," he mumbled under his breath.

Sighing, Izuku nodded, he'd guessed as much.

"I'm with Shin." Sero breathed quietly

Izuku stared at him stunned. "Y-You are?"

"Are you really that surprised?" He wiped his lip with his thumb and frowned. "Hate the man Iz, always will. Not much outside of shooting him will make things right, but I think this would come awfully close."

"Oh." Izuku wasn't sure what to say. The vehemence of his words was still hanging in the air. Glancing over at Kiri and Kacchan, his heart sank. Even if they all said yes, he wondered if he could really go through with it.

"Well," Kiri gave Shin a sidelong glance. "I vote no."

Shin spun around, his face exploding red in rage. "E - Eijirou?!"

Kiri leaned over and slapped a hand over his mouth. "Listen." Shin was still saying something but then Kiri leaned closer and whispered to him. Shin narrowed his eyes, but he went quiet. Jerking from his hand, he whirled around and stared out the window.

Sitting back, Kiri sighed. "I'm ready to leave. If you decide to buy this property then I'll come with you but if you want fuck over Shouto," e shook his head. "I'm out. I found a small place on the other side of the range, about a thousand clicks from here. I'll put an offer in on that ranch and anyone that wants to come is welcome." Looking back at Shin, his eyes shone with tears. "Anyone that wants to drag out the inevitable can stay." His voice was pointed with meaning.

"Obviously you're a no too, Iz." Sero was already looking directly at Kacchan. "Then it's all up to our blondie."

Kacchan clicked his tongue.

"I guess you're moving away on your own Kiri," Shin kept his back to him.

"Shin," Izuku started to reach out, but Kiri stopped him.

"We all have a say in our own lives Iz. I appreciate that you're involving us in this, but what we want has to be our own decision. No matter how much we love each other."

Izuku nodded slowly, his eyes moving to Kacchan. "It's down to you." He thought he was ready for his answer, but now that it was here, he wasn't sure.

Kacchan slid his hand through his spikes. "The longer we take, the more prickface is involved in our lives. If this does go on for a fucking year, how many times will he come to the ranch and bug us? If he gains control, he could end the program instantly and fire everyone." Shin glanced over his shoulder. "As much as I'd like him to taste his own medicine, I'm also tired of drinking that bitter shit day in and day out."

"But that means," Izuku could've kissed him right there.

"I agree with Kiri and you."

The truck exploded with noise as they all tried to talk one over the other.

"Oi!" Kacchan yelled at the top of his lungs, practically rattling the windows. They went silent. "We took a fair vote. That's the end of it."

Nodding Sero put his hat on his head and grabbed the wheel, putting the truck in gear. "So, where to boss?"

Unable to keep the relief out of his voice, Izuku thumbed to the main road. "Head to the bank Sero, we need to get the deposit for the land." He grinned. "I have a copy of the contract for the property, then we sit down and figure out finances."

"Alright." Looping his truck around Sero headed onto the main road and parked in the lot behind the bank. "This is better than out front apparently," he winked at Kiri.

"Why don't you go get some grub from Jorge's while I go into the bank." Izuku was hoping to get in and out as fast as possible, avoiding Shouto was his number one priority.

"You don't want me to go in with you?"

The sound of Kacchan's distress made Izuku feel instantly guilty. "Ah, well, sure, you can come in but it shouldn't take long. I only need a cashier's check."

"Still."

He knew why he wanted to come in and couldn't blame him. "Alright… you guys get food, we'll get the money."

"I'll stay in the truck," Shin was still huddled in the corner looking angrily at Kiri.

"Shin? Seriously?" Kiri sighed.

"Seriously," he growled back.

"Okay, have it your way." Jumping down out of the truck with the others, Kiri slammed the door muttering to himself.

Sero chuckled and hugged him. "Hell hath no fury like a man scorned."

A loud tapping on the window made them turn, Shin opened the door a crack. "Iamhell Kiri! Don't forget that." He slammed it shut again.

"You're fucked," Sero tried not to laugh. Waving at the Izuku, they headed off towards Jorge's.

"Let's get this done," Izuku tried not to worry, hopefully Shin would calm down once they bought the property.

Going through the glass doors into the bank, he was surprised. Unlike the last time he'd been in, the place was busy. Several people were in line and a few smiled at him. Waiting his turn, he eyed Shouto's office door, but it was closed.

"Oh! Hey Iz," Fuyumi had finished up at the window and seeing him, smiled warmly. "How are you?"

"Well," he'd stopped trying to hide anything. "As good as can be expected."

"Yeah, this really sucks. Sorry my brother is such an ass."

Izuku's laugh was a feeble attempt.

"Well, he is and I hate what's happening. I hope it works out." She lingered for a moment as if wanting to say more.

"I think it will. We've decided to buy the Tokoyami's property at the end of town."

Her face went completely white. "Y-You did?" Suddenly she darted past them, yelling something about her boys over her shoulder as she raced out the bank doors, her phone already pressed against her ear.

"What was that?" Kacchan snorted.

"No clue," Izuku watched as she stopped outside, her arms moving wildly.

"Maybe she's letting Shouto know?"

"After calling him an ass?"

"Hi Mr. Midoriya!" Tsuyu waved him over to her window. "How can I help you?"

"Just need a cashier's check for this amount," he gave her the contract and pointed to the figure at the bottom. "Out of savings."

"Got it, it'll take a moment. Do you want to sit down?" She gestured to the seats outside of Shouto's office.

"We're good," Kacchan leaned on the counter stubbornly.

Shouto's door opened, and he walked out shaking hands with a man and woman Izuku didn't recognize. Waving as they left, he turned to see them both standing at the window. His face burned a brilliant red.

Shouto froze seeing Iz and the mechanic, he'd prepared himself for the inevitable run-ins around town, but everything felt too raw. Nodding curtly, he walked back into his office and sent the loan paperwork to the main printer. Keeping his head down, he raced across the floor to the printing area.

"Hello," Asui stood watching the huge machine chugging. "Oh," she panicked suddenly. "Did you put in a print request?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm printing a check for Mr. Midoriya, hopefully it doesn't print on my check."

"A check?"

"Yeah, he said something about a loan?"

Shouto's stomach plummeted as the printer began to spin, the paper was coming out slowly, like a snail, it inched along… upside down.

Asui grabbed it and inspected it quickly. "Thank goodness, it's fine." She smiled and whisked it away before he could make out the name or the amount. Spinning around, he watched as she went back and chatted with Iz. Slipping it into an envelope, she handed him the check. After a few more pleasantries, he and the mechanic started for the door to the parking lot. Forgetting his paperwork, Shouto ran after them.

"Iz?"

Katsuki scowled at him. "What the hell do you want?"

"I saw… you got a check?" He pointed to the envelope in Iz's hand. "Asui said you were paying off a loan?"

"Worried he's gonna fuck you over, like you did to him?"

Shouto really hated this man.

The back door suddenly flung open and Mirio shot into the bank, coming to an abrupt halt in front of them. He looked between Iz and himself with a strange expression.

Shouto's wildly pounding heart stopped beating.

Was he here to see him?

His chest ached as the memories of Mirio hounding him in the bank flooded his mind. "Hi Mirio."

He narrowed his eyes coldly for a moment before turning back to Iz. "Hey Iz." He beamed at him.

"Hi Mirio," Iz stepped out of the way to let him into the bank. "Good to see you. Everything okay?"

"Sure, working on those temporary buildings you need for your livestock."

"Oh great," he glanced at Shouto. "I may not need to park my bigger herd with you after all."

"Iz? What.. what was the check for?" Shouto stepped closer.

"Shouto, it's not what it looks like."

"Or maybe it is?" Katsuki tipped his head and smirked.

"Stop it Kacchan," Iz held up the envelope. "I'm buying property."

"I heard," Mirio was bouncing in place. Shouto noticed he looked almost as panicked as himself.

"You did?" Iz tilted his head in surprise.

"I… uh, I ran into Fukimage earlier, something about you buying his parent's open lot?"

"Oh…" Iz laughed and tapped the envelope in his hand. "I never realized how interested everyone was in that stuff but yeah," he nodded, giving Shouto a quick look. "I figured it was time to start fresh."

"So, it's not for…" Shouto stared at the envelope wondering if he really didn't want that to be for him.

"We took a vote." The mechanic snarled.

"Kacchan!"

"You what?" Shouto peered at the nasty blonde then snuck a look at Mirio, realizing he'd compared the two of them several times in his head. How ridiculous, he almost snorted out loud, Mirio was clearly the better looking between the two.

"All of us together, we took a vote if we should fuck you over."

"That's enough!" Iz yanked him past Mirio and through the doors, but as they swished closed Shouto heard him call out.

"We decided not to."

The doors rattled into place.

"That was nice of them," Mirio pushed his hand through his hair and let out an aggravated sigh. "You really are making things hard on me, just so you know," he growled low. Shoving open the doors, he slammed them closed behind him.

Standing at the glass doors Shouto watched as he trotted after Iz. They stopped to talk, but this time their backs were to him, and he couldn't see their expressions.

They were probably just talking about the livestock move.

We decided not to.

Going back to his office, he sat down. Iz really did hold all the cards now. If he paid off the loan, he'd be in deep with their investor. Hell, he'd be no better than his brother running from debt collectors. Leaning into his hands, he felt sick. His body was hot and cold all at the same time. Throwing up at this point would be a damn relief, something to keep the whirlwind of thoughts out of his mind.

"Are you going to lunch soon?" Asui startled him.

"Um," he glanced at the doors across the lobby. Mirio had come in once already, was he coming back? "You go ahead if you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I can take care of anything that comes up."

"Thanks," she waved and headed towards the employee room.

Standing, he walked to the teller's pit, his stomach still twisting into knots. He couldn't get rid of the hopeful feeling that Mirio might come back to see him and explain what he meant about him making things hard.

The doors opened and he jumped forward to see who was coming in.

It wasn't Mirio.

Crap.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

TOL - Killing me! Now we have Shindou messing with everything... Nezu thought he was doing something good! UGH!

Shouto Todoroki... now gets to live with the same unrequited love that he subjected Izuku to! HA HA

I'm sad about the ranch but love that Katsuki can get a garage too, a place for all of them...

Sero how sweet!

And of course my favorite - Shinsou continues to make me laugh out loud... every damn chapter.