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      Published: 2017-07-10 Updated: 2018-01-02 Chapters: 4/? Words: 28438
****** Keep a Tally ******
by OverexcitedDragon
Summary
     All Might is very fond of Izuku, he could even say the boy is like a
     son to him in some ways...
     Which makes constantly walking in on Izuku having intercourse with
     several different classmates even more of a traumatizing experience
     than it really should be.
     Or: Izuku fucks all of his classmates and All Might needs him to
     Stop.
Notes
     The working title of this fic was "Oops, I Did It Again"
     If you enjoy my work and want to support this aimless young adult,
     buy_me_a_coffee!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** R.I.P. Izuku Midoriya, Beloved Son And Student, Died Sucking Dick *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
High school was not easy in and of itself, but for Heroes in training it was
especially hard. Arduous physical training was a near daily task, and as
necessary as it was, All Might still pitied the students some days, if only a
little. Watching the shaking limping bodies leaving the school building held
together by casts and crutches, or just peppered with band-aids, made his heart
a touch heavier every time. But he knew that was the path they chose - the path
of the Pros, and every wound and broken bone prepared them a little bit more
for their dangerous, deadly future.
Nevertheless, he worried about the young teenagers, getting a taste of the
harsh life ahead so soon. He worried a tad more about his own pupil, though. A
frail boy, born quirkless, hastily trained to withhold extreme power, and now
in possession of a quirk that turned out to be self destructive. All Might
might seem strong minded, but at every lesson he gave the young Midoriya, he
wavered, wondering if he was truly pushing the boy towards the right direction,
or if he was unknowingly misleading him. Due to that uncertainty, he felt an
intense duty to care for the boy's well-being. You could say he felt a fatherly
duty, even.
That duty was what led him - puffed chest and One For All in minor blast, just
enough to ensure his identity - to Midoriya at the end of an especially rough
school day. Aizawa had whipped up a never-ending thread of endurance tests,
culminating in 30 laps around the courtyard - only Iida, Bakugou, Todoroki,
Asui, Momo and Tokoyami finished, the last three only barely. A handful of
students passed out, most of them cried, and Mineta threatened to call the
police on Aizawa, resulting in an added 10 laps that he never got close to
finishing.
All in all, it was a tiresome day, and All Might thought it’d be a good moment
to bond with young Midoriya. Take him for ice cream, talk about… things.
Probably. There weren’t many things to talk about that weren’t related to One
For All. But they’d find some... Probably.
He headed towards the lockers, hoping to find Midoriya there. The school was
mostly empty, since the students usually drag themselves home as soon as
classes are over on the toughest days to sleep the bruises away, but he did
remember seeing young Uraraka and Iida going home without their friend, so he
was certain Midoriya stayed behind for some very important business.
Or so he thought. He thought so highly of Midoriya. So very highly.
Which was a very hard image to sustain after he reached the entrance to the
locker room, halting his cry of “YOUNG MIDO--” to give way to a shocked gasp,
both noises that the two boys somehow managed to either not hear or simply
ignore.
Bakugou was leaning back against the lockers in his student outfit, but with
his shirt pulled up to his chest. And Midoriya…
Was kneeling in front of him, also fully dressed, mouth wrapped around
Bakugou’s cock.
 
 
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Midoriya was sucking him off quick and hastily, precum and saliva dripping down
his chin, his left hand holding Bakugou’s thigh and his right hand jerking off
whatever he couldn’t fit inside his mouth.
“Fuck, Deku, c’mon, you can do better than that…” Bakugou said, his voice
heavy, with a wicked smile pulling at his cheeks. "You're not that fucking
useless, are you?"
Midoriya frowned, trying to convey his best I’m doing the best I can
expression, when Bakugou grabbed his hair by the roots, holding his head in
place. It was a painful grasp, and Midoriya gasped at that, reflexively pushing
Bakugou's unbudging hand away. As his head was being held in place, Bakugou
started fucking his mouth rough and fast. Midoriya squeezed the wrist keeping
him captive as hard as he could without using One For All; at first to try and
make Bakugou release him, but after a while he remembered his childhood friend
was not one to give up, so he held his wrist as a leverage instead, to keep
himself steady while Bakugou ravaged his mouth. Midoriya let his jaw go slack,
giving way so he'd just get on with it.
It's not that he didn't enjoy it, he was just annoyed by Bakugou's hastiness.
But the feeling of Bakugou's cock heavy against his tongue, fucking his throat,
filling up his mouth... it was nothing short of arousing. The hair pulling and
the rough thrusting were definitely not deal breakers either. Midoriya closed
his tearing eyes as Bakugou fucked his mouth relentlessly. He focused on the
sweet feeling of being choked and hurt, on the lewd wet sounds of Bakugou
thrusting into his mouth, burying himself to the hilt. Midoriya brought one of
his hands down, keeping the other locked around Bakugou's wrist. He hastily
pulled his own dick out of his pants, already hard and leaking, and jerked
himself off as Bakugou did his best impression of “praising” , sucking air
through his teeth as he blurted out, " Fuck, Deku, that's it, your mouth feels
so fucking good... Only thing about you that isn't fucking useless, yeah...?"
Midoriya moaned around Bakugou's cock, frowning at the same time. He wasn't
sure how he felt about his dick twitching after being called useless.
"'S like you were made for this, Deku. A fucking cocksucker 's what you are,
all you're good for," Bakugou chuckled. He pulled Midoriya's head slightly to
the side, watching as his cheek bulged with Bakugou's cock. Then he pulled his
own prick to popit out of Midoriya's mouth, jerking himself off to the sight of
his rival drooling spit and precum out of his wide open mouth.
Midoriya's eyes opened slightly to see Bakugou's face, making the blonde smile
even wider. He could feel his knees soaking wet from the gross mix of liquids
dripping from his chin. He wasn't happy with Bakugou's idea of pulling his cock
out, so he tried his best to convey his request, opening his mouth even more
and letting his tongue drop, eyes fixed on Bakugou's prick before looking back
up into his eyes.
Bakugou laughed a bit too loudly for someone who was trying not to get caught.
"Deku, look at you, you fucking cheap whore, you're begging for it!" He wasn't
interested in keeping his voice low anymore, which made Midoriya frown and
close his mouth to purse his lips at him. His display of annoyance didn't reach
his own cock, though, which leaked and twitched more with each demeaning word.
He'd have to review his own life choices after finding out one of his kinks was
humiliation, of all things.
"No, you don't get to close that fucking mouth," Bakugou hissed, tightening his
grip on Midoriya's hair. "Open. I wanna come inside your mouth, and you better
fucking swallow. My hands are sweaty as fuck and I'm this close to blow your
fucking head up."
Add threateningto Midoriya's increasing list of questionable kinks.
He did as he was told, opening his mouth once again. Before he was even done
opening it all the way, Bakugou made a point of shoving his cock inside with no
hesitation.
 
 
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All Might had cold sweat dripping down his chin. He was frozen by pure shock,
not moving an inch from the corner that somehow gave him a perfect view of the
young boys'... Activities. He didn't know if he should stop it, or even if he
should make his presence known at all. His eyes were watching Bakugou's sweaty
hand in Midoriya's hair, and as much as he knew the boy had an amazing control
of his own quirk, he had no idea what could drive him to accidentally activate
it.
But most of all, he didn't know what to think of the... Situation. Was Midoriya
being coerced? He was such an honorable student and hero-to-be! With an awkward
and shy personality to add, it was hard to believe he'd put himself in this
situation... Let alone enjoy it.But seeing as he was jerking himself off and
moaning, he couldn't be against much of what was happening...
He should stop this, he decided. He was a teacher, a Pro! He's supposed to
guide his students, and even moreso his pupil, he couldn't let such devious
actions happen in school grounds! He had a duty!
As he made his decision and was just about to leave his corner of shame,
Bakugou leaned his head to the side, swearing as he opened his eyes...
And locked them with All Might's.
What All Might thought was going to happen: Bakugou would immediately stop his
actions, show shame in them and push Midoriya away to leave.
Whatactually happened was certainly not that: Bakugou smiled wide and wicked,
he looked even more nasty, All Might dare say, at that moment, he looked like a
villain.
"Go on Deku, I'm gonna fucking come," he said with his eyes still on All Might,
who was now once again frozen by sheer shock, his unwavering smile faltering.
"You better swallow all of it."
 
 
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Midoriya was so close, but he knew silence wouldn't help him with that. So he
squeezed Bakugou's wrist, hoping he'd get the message.
"Yeah, Deku, take it all in, you fucking cock slut," Bakugou said immediately,
he started speaking a touch louder, and his grip seemed to falter a little bit.
Was he distracted by something? "Fucking savor it, that's what you like, right?
Some hero you are, sucking cock like a damn whore... I wonder what All Might
would say if he saw you in this state..."
Midoriya was so damn close, but that last sentence just made him plain
uncomfortable, and he was just about to pull away and tell Bakugou just that ,
but the blond held his head in place, burying his cock in Midoriya's throat and
keeping it there, hips and hands shaking from pleasure. Midoriya forgot all
about Bakugou's words at that moment, his head and vision suddenly blurring
with the feeling of a throat full of cock, Bakugou’s pelvis pressed against his
nose, the smell of sweat and musk filling up his nostrils and oxygen finding no
way towards his lungs. He pumped his own prick one, two, three more times and
rolled his eyes as he came all over his hands and uniform. The guttural moan
that came out of his mouth, vibrating around Bakugou's cock, was what drove the
blond off the edge. Bakugou looked in All Might's eyes as he came. Look at your
favorite student, look at the kind of person he is , his eyes conveyed, look at
what I can do to him, just like that.
At that moment, a whole lot of things happened very quickly.
Despite his afterglow, Midoriya managed to feel the intense heat coming from
Bakugou's hand and smelled the distinct stench of burning hair . He knew for a
fact Bakugou wasn't intending on taking his hand off of his hair, since his
grip did nothing but strengthen.
Midoriya focused One For All on his right hand, squeezing Bakugou's wrist and
pulling it away. He suddenly felt a gush of air behind him and noticed a shadow
falling over them, Bakugou's wrist was pulled away from his grasp (by Bakugou
himself? No, that was too fast and he wasn't in the right mind to have quick
reflexes like these), at the same time, he felt his mouth being filled with
warm cum...
And heard a deafening explosion right beside his ear.
Midoriya reflexively pulled his head away from the explosion, grabbing at his
left ear (was his hand broken because of One For All? He wasn't sure yet, there
were too many things to focus on). He tasted warm bitter cum dripping down his
mouth... And another warm liquid dripping from his ear.
He was on the floor, holding himself up with the hand that was wet and sticky
with his own semen, he released his ear and looked at his left hand. Blood.
Not from his hand, though, he noticed now it wasn't broken. He felt the warm
liquid on his neck now. Great, his eardrums most likely ruptured. Who would've
thought a blowjob could result in permanent hearing loss.
“Oops…” Midoriya heard Bakugou say. As he turned to look up at the other boy,
he saw a glint of sweat trailing down Bakugou’s face. The blond tried his best
to withhold the shocked look on his face, but to no avail. It was obvious he
wasn’t planning on blowing up Midoriya’s head, and the scene of what would’ve
happened had his hand not been pulled away kept playing behind his eyes.
Midoriya’s thoughts immediately froze as he took notice of the shadow that fell
over them a second prior.
He looked up.
And All Might was there, holding Bakugou’s wrist up and away from Midoriya with
shaky hands.
All Might's smile faltered.
"Young Bakugou, Young Midoriya," he said, eyes locked on Bakugou's, "make
yourselves decent and come to my office."
He released Bakugou's hand and walked away with noticeably shaking legs.
Midoriya watched Bakugou pulling his softening dick back inside his underwear
as the white noise inside his head gave way to the realization that All Might
just saved him from the fate of having a headstone carved with the words
"R.I.P. Izuku Midoriya. Beloved son and student. Died sucking dick."
And also the realization that All Might just saw him sucking Bakugou’s dick.
Listen. Listen , it wasn’t that he planned on doing so, he didn’t wake up that
day thinking “today I’m going to give head to my childhood friend after school
by the lockers,” it just happened. Kind of like when you plan on going to the
movies but you end up spending time at a game store instead, Midoriya was
planning on going home after school but he ended up giving head instead. After
a long training session, they saw each other by the lockers, tired and sweating
all over the place, they saw the tents in each other’s pants, they realized
they were alone, they wordlessly reached for each other, they found a way to
relax. No big deal.
He knew it was a big deal.
As Midoriya tucked himself back inside his pants and cleaned up the last drops
of spit and cum from his chin with his already ruined sleeves, the possibility
of being expelled kept playing in his head. It’s the most obvious outcome , he
thought, I committed a serious infraction of the school rules not to mention an
actual crime and I was caught by my biggest idol while doing so. Maybe All
Might will actually give me another chance at staying by giving me a suspension
and I’ll be able to just walk away with an apology but honestly nothing is ever
going to make me forget the shame of being seen in such a despicable situation
by the person I admire the most and now I’ll forever live with the fact that
All Might not only saved me from dying twice but he saved me from dying due to
sucking di--
“Oh my God, will you shut the fuck up with the damn muttering?” Bakugou
snapped, apparently having recovered from the shock of nearly giving his
childhood friend a closed casket funeral. “You’re the teacher’s pet and I was
placed first in the admission exam. He’s not gonna do anything to us.”
Midoriya blinked, not realizing until now he was muttering his thoughts. But as
Bakugou’s words dawned on him, he had a sudden realization.
“You knew,” he said, slowly.
“Eh?”
“You knew. You saw him. You saw him and that’s why you said that thing about
what he’d do if he saw me like that,” Midoriya let himself feel angry for a
moment. An anger he didn’t dare direct at Bakugou, but still let himself
ruminate around it.
Bakugou scoffed.
“Let’s go, your Herois waiting for us in his office.”
Midoriya rummaged in his head for a word of reprimanding, but as much as he’d
grown in all these years, Bakugou was still a feared and untouchable opponent
when the adrenaline of battle wasn’t taking over his actions. He pursed his
lips as he silently followed Bakugou towards All Might’s office.
 
 
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All Might had no fucking idea what to do.
He really didn’t want to expel these boys. They were powerful and talented boys
caught on a very delicate emotional growth spur. He didn’t want to crush their
dreams and make them feel like all the work and effort they went through to get
into UA and become Pro Heroes was for naught.
That being said, he couldn’t just let them walk either.
He searched through his own memories of teenagehood, trying to remember if
there was any moment in which the adrenaline drove him to commit such devious
actions.
As Endeavor’s face and other parts of his body came into view, he promptly
snuffed the memories back into the dark pit of regret where they came from.
It was just the adrenaline, All Might thought to himself, and the fact that
their bodies were still developing played a big part into it, of course. He
kept replaying those words in his head with the hopeless expectation that they
would make him forget the sight of a boy he had fatherly feelings for doing…
that…
He muffled the screams with his hands.
All Might didn’t want to suspend the boys either. Every day and every lesson
was an important step towards the path of the Pros, and preventing them from
learning was, in his humble opinion, not the role of a teacher.
Suddenly, the idea dawned on him.
Detention.
He could give them extra lessons and still punish them for their deeds by
keeping them in school for longer than necessary and also by keeping them both
in the same room for an extra hour every day.
That was heavy enough punishment for both of them, he decided.
As soon as All Might came to that conclusion, a shy knock came to the door.
“Come in!” He said.
Two very disheveled boys walked into the room. Midoriya walked ahead, looking
like he just came out of a serious fight, face red with flush and grey with the
ashes of the explosion that barely missed his head, blood trailing down his
neck from his ears, hair singed and still smoking slightly, his pants peppered
with wet spots and his knees soaked with spit and… Other liquids. Midoriya’s
expression was that of one who awaited death and welcomed it.
Bakugou, on the other hand… The boy was unwavering. He walked like he owned the
place, chest puffed out and chin high up, the wet spot on his pants looked like
he had urinated himself and yet that didn’t seem to bother him at all. The only
sign that showed he wasn’t proud of himself was the lack of a smile on his
face.
Both boys sat down on the couch across from All Might.
At an immediate loss of words, he simply sighed.
“I believe you two understand the heavy implications of your actions, young
men,” he crossed his arms as he spoke with an authority he was surprised to
find in himself. “And I’m sure you know I cannot just let you walk without
proper punishment for breaking school rules.”
“Y-yes, sir…” Midoriya barely whispered, looking down in shame, hands fisting
his soaked knees.
“Yes, sir,” Bakugou said in a surprisingly proper tone. The boy was a
delinquent but he knew when he couldn’t get away with an attitude. He was a
smart lad. Too smart.
“I understand it’s hard to grow up bearing such virility. Oh, the wonders of
being young!” All Might found it in himself to smile.
Midoriya looked at him with wide eyes and pursed lips. “All Might you’re
shakin--”
“The beauty of the deep friendship between two young lads! Nothing makes me
happier than seeing you two getting along, but you must know that there are
proper ways to exercise your bond! Ways that have no need for devious actions
or near death experiences.”
“Y-yes, sir--”
“Therefore , I will give you both enough time to be able to do just that , by
giving you one month of detention after school!”
“Say what?” Bakugou choked out.
“I’m sure you heard me correctly, young Bakugou.”
Midoriya was shaking heavily, a weird mix of relief and disbelief played over
his face. But Bakugou was… quiet. He kept his words and expression steady, not
daring to talk over a professor in such a delicate situation.
Or so All Might would like to think. The discrepancy between a Bakugou that
looked him in the eyes as he was balls deep in his pupil’s mouth and a Bakugou
that was afraid of challenging a teacher was extremely odd. Bakugou was a smart
and careful lad, and All Might assumed he simply knew when to back down.
The boy understood he lucked out in getting nothing but a scolding and
detention.
“Young Bakugou, you can leave,” All Might said.
Bakugou got up to do so, but Midoriya immediately pulled at his friend’s sleeve
in an oddly placed reflex. When the blond looked back at his pleading,
desperate and embarrassed eyes, Bakugou sighed.
“I told you you’ll be fine, teacher’s pet,” he said in a surprisingly not-so-
aggressive tone. “Now let me go you fucking nerd.”
He walked out of the room and slammed the door only slightly.
Neither Midoriya nor All Might knew what to do with themselves the moment they
were alone.
All Might immediately deflated into his skinny shape, letting out a breath of
relief and exasperation he didn’t know he was holding. Midoriya gulped as he
looked back down on his lap.
“Y-young Midoriya…” All Might started, clearing his throat. “Did you… Did… Did
he coerce you...“
Midoriya’s eyes shot up, “No!” he blurted out. “It wasn’t like that! We uh… We
just… Happened to do it…” His voice lowered with every word.
“Ah, I see…”
“He didn’t force me or anything… I was the one who came up to him… If anything,
he pushed me away first and…”
“You really don’t have to tell me all of the details.”
“Oh my God I’m so sorry.”
All Might sighed.
“Just… Make sure you try to find… Other outlets for your adrenaline.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
The Pro looked at the disheveled boy in front of him, pitying him for his
current appearance. Of all the classmates he chose to be intimate with, he
picked the one with a thirst for blood and a quirk suitable for harming more
than anything else.
“If,” He started, gulping before he continued. “If you want, we could quickly
pass by Recovery Girl to fix your ear…  I'll tell her you just got into a
fight. Not sure if she'll believe it…” he watched Midoriya looking down in
shame once again. “But, if you change quickly, we could go for some ice cream
right afterwards. My treat.”
The brightness came back to Midoriya’s eyes so quickly you wouldn’t think he
had just had a sex related near death experience.
“Yes, of course! Thank you, All Might!!”
And that was the end of that.
Or so All Might thought, watching the green haired boy running out the door
with an innocence he never thought in his life would give way to the actions he
witnessed that day.
He didn’t yet know being the tutor to a teenage Midoriya was going to become an
emotionally distressing job that would make him question his life decisions
more times than he could ever imagine.
Chapter End Notes
     There's no better way to erase the image of your wannabe child
     sucking their former bully's dick than to take them for ice cream.
     Cheers!
***** Burning Regret, Freezing Anxiety *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku is really good at written subjects and can fuck pussy like a
     champ. Angst makes an appearance. I don't even know what I'm doing
     anymore. Enjoy
Chapter Notes
     Get it? Get it? Burning and freezing????
     I've been playing Dream Daddy so my pun arsenal is cocked and loaded
     and I regret NOTHING
     I'M SO SORRY????? I TOOK A LONG TIME. Listen I have a full time job,
     I just bought the Switch AND Splatoon 2, I started playing Dream
     Daddy, and I draw in my free time. Writing has been HARD and this
     chapter specifically can fuck itself really
     I'm so sorry if this came out garbage but I hope the nasty smut at
     least is up to everyone's standards
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The next day promised an especially hard test on the history of heroics for the
young students, crafted by All Might himself, who was forced to stay up all
night writing the test because the ice cream trip with Midoriya took much
longer than previously expected…
Which is to say he underestimated how excited young Midoriya would be to have
casual ice cream with his idol and how much he’d talk about his favorite
superheroes and all of their quirks… In detail… With sources and references…
And a PowerPoint presentation at some point.
Yagi wasn’t annoyed or even discouraged to bond with the young lad, he was just
overwhelmed. All these years working a physically and mentally exhausting job
took a toll on his energy, and the shock of being unable to keep up with the
young people was much heavier than he thought it would be. I’m getting old and
cranky, he would think to himself with forced humor.
Class 1-A was, as always, excited to see All Might making his dramatic entrance
through the door. They looked relieved, some of them had tears in their eyes, a
few actually thanked the gods between sobs. He questioned Aizawa’s teaching
methods more and more every time he walked into this classroom.
“Ah, All Might!” The Kirishima boy stood up, pointing to the Pro’s costume.
“This is the Golden Age one, isn’t it?”
“Right you are, young Kirishima!” He smiled widely. He was in his territory
now, basking in glory, kids looking up to him… Not looking him in the eyes as
they did unspeakable things to his pupil. He paused and cleared his throat
before speaking again, trying to wave away the memory. “And there’s a good
reason for it, as I’m sure you all know!”
“Wait, Golden Age costume?” Bakugou frowned. Just listening to the boy’s voice
brought painful shivers down his spine. “Does that mean--”
“He’s the one who’s applying the history of heroics test.”
“I was getting there, you half and half piece of shit.”
“Oh, that’s so cool!” The Ashido girl squeaked, “You’re trying to inspire us
and entice our memories by using your oldest costume!”
“Or maybe he just thought it’d be fitting for the theme,” Asui pitched in.
The class then started chattering wildly, making the Pro regret his decision of
putting that costume on for the sheer purpose of looking cool.
“Settle down, please, settle down,” Yagi found his voice once again. He pulled
out the papers from the back of his belt, getting a handful of snickers and
where was he keeping that from the students. So 15 year olds nowadays
donormally have a dirty mind, generally speaking. He brushed off the slight
embarrassment as he gave papers to the first of each row. “Please pass them to
the back, and don’t even think of cheating! I can shift my visual focus 10
times faster than the average person!” He said with pride.
As the students passed the tests to the classmates behind them, Yagi’s eyes
fell on young Midoriya, who was uncharacteristically quiet. His face rested on
his hand as he quietly muttered to himself about something that gave him a
concerned look. When Bakugou quietly passed the papers behind him, Midoriya
simply didn’t notice it.
“Oy, useless Deku!” Bakugou short of screamed, “Get the damn papers before I
shove them down your throat.
Midoriya snapped out of his muttering state and both the student and Yagi felt
their cheeks heating up.
“K-Kacchan!” Midoriya reprimanded him before shyly taking the papers. Bakugou
turned back to his test with a barely noticeable smirk on his devious lips.
Forgetting the whole ordeal between young Bakugou and young Midoriya seemed
unlikely, at least for a long time. Yagi sighed softly.
 
 
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After the test, the students were given back - forced back - to Aizawa, who was
once again architecting an evil one-on-one training in which they would have to
figure ways to defend themselves against their classmates’ quirks. Out of all
the students, the Kirishima boy seemed the most confident, while Bakugou seemed
elated with the possibility of exploding his classmates repeatedly. Midoriya
looked positively terrified.
Yagi applied the test on Class 1-B right afterwards and then left for his
office to correct them all. He had plenty to do to keep his mind off of anxiety
inducing thoughts about his pupil.
The hours passed, and by the time Yagi was done, he realized with a selfish
pang of pride that Midoriya was the only one who aced the whole thing, writing
down so much extra information that even the borders of his test were full of
his excited handwriting. Midoriya wasn’t the best when it came to battle
experience or fighting instinct, but when it came to subjects the other
students struggled with - history, battle strategy, villain profiling, etc -,
Midoriya was always ahead of everyone. The Pro couldn’t hold back a proud
smile, and he quickly decided to congratulate the boy on a more than perfect
score next time he would see him.
The clock told him it was 3:45, so half an hour past the last bell. Yagi knew
the students had other tests coming up, so they were either studying in the
library or gathering in their own homes. Either way, Yagi could more than
easily wait until the next day; congratulating a student wasn’t a top priority
when they were all trying to go home as quickly as possible to study or run
away from their sadistic homeroom teacher.
He headed to the library to return the books he used for research the previous
night, but nearing the place, Yagi saw Bakugou walking out of it. His head was
low and he looked irritated.
“Ah, young Bakugou!” He forced a smile. “I just corrected the tests, you did
really well!”
“No shit,” The boy spat as he reluctantly halted his steps. He seemed even
angrier than normal, scowl harder than it was in the morning, and hands buried
deep in his pockets. Bakugou noticed Yagi staring and turned his face away from
him. He looked… Upset, almost.
“Are you alright, Bakugou?”
Bakugou winced. “I don’t need your fucking pity. You and your stupid teacher’s
pet that everyone seems to want to protect…” He added, in a lower voice, “As if
he’s fucking innocent, yeah, right…”
Yagi frowned, “What happened, young B--”
“You should put a chastity belt on your slutty fucking pupil before he fucks
the whole building into falling in love with him.”
Yagi’s smile wavered. Bakugou walked past him, speaking as he left, “They’re in
the library if you wanna know.”
The Pro was still frozen in place, processing the shocking encounter, trying to
understand the words spoken to him. Young Bakugou looked almost hurt, which was
a look Yagi never thought he’d see on the young man’s face. And those words…
They kept replaying in his head, You should put a chastity belt on your slutty
fucking pupil before he fucks the whole building into falling in love with him.
Yagi frowned, does that mean Bakugou was not the only classmate Midoriya has
been intimate with? Although Bakugou was famous for his taunts, and even if the
Pro had no favorites, he trusted Midoriya’s words when he said he’d find better
ways to bond…
With Bakugou , he thought, I told him to find a better way to bond with
Bakugou. He never said anything about the other classmates. Is that what was
happening?
He shook his head once more. It couldn’t be, Midoriya was a good student and
pupil, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
Yagi pushed past his anxiety and Bakugou’s seemingly honest words, choosing to
ignore them as he walked into the library.
He flashed a bright smile to the librarian, who blushed as she fumbled with
Yagi’s returned books.
The Pro was about to leave the library, but saw a familiar object in the corner
of his eyes. He turned to see Midoriya’s backpack hastily thrown in a seat in
front of a table with a handful of history books. So the young man was actually
still in school.
They’re in the library if you wanna know.
Yagi walked slowly towards the table, noticing someone else’s backpack. It was
young Todoroki’s, more neatly placed on the seat next to Midoriya’s.
For no reason other than sheer curiosity and wanting to congratulate the
students who did so well on the morning test, for no other reason, he walked
around the library, looking for the boys.
There were plenty of students in the library, as the tests were looming over
the youngsters for the next couple of weeks.  Most students were from the
Department of General Studies or the Department of Management, since their
tests were way more academically focused than the tests given to the Department
of Heroics. They all sat fairly close to each other, Yagi noticed, and it
looked like they were slightly desperate, almost as if they gathered without
even knowing each other to study some more before the big tests. Yagi smiled
fondly at the students. Keeping up with the UA standards was no joke, and every
student gave their best and then some. Plus ultra , he thought with a huffed
laughter, that’s how much they give.
Yagi’s anxiety was soothed just a touch. Young Todoroki and young Midoriya were
most likely just looking for more books to study on, like these other students
were doing. It was a hard couple of weeks and everyone seemed so focused on
doing their best, even the last placed students were way over the minimum score
due to sheer willpower and lack of sleep. Yagi halted his search for the two
boys to give the students a short pep talk. Most of them did a sharp double
take and smiled at the Pro, dumbfounded. It’s All Might, he’s here! , they
whispered to each other. Plus Ultra! They chirped, fists punching the air.
Knowing his mere presence lifted the spirits of such desperate looking kids
brought a warmth to Yagi’s chest. These small helpful acts that worked so well
did wonders to his self esteem.
Maybe he wasn’t that bad of a mentor?
He continued down the room, eyes darting between the bookshelves looking for
green or red and white heads.
Yagi halted when he heard an odd noise.
A hard breathing, panting, even, made its way to his ears. He frowned, thinking
of the scenarios in which a student would be panting in a dark corner of the
library. He casually left out the most obvious reason, pushing the thought away
violently.
It couldn’t be that.
He walked closer to the noise, his heart dropping with every step.
It was definitely that.
Yagi could hear the very distinct noises of skin slapping softly against skin,
repetitive wet noises, and the moaning.
There are hundreds of students in this school, all of them are teenagers, it
could be anyone.
“M-Midoriya…” The unmistakeable sound of Todoroki’s ragged voice reached Yagi’s
ears, and the Pro could only smack his own face.
“Todoroki, sshhh... “ Midoriya hushed him softly, “Someone’s gonna hear us…”
Yagi tried his best to turn around. He thought strongly of moving his feet,
twisting his body, walking away. He thought very, very strongly of ignoring the
wet sounds, the moaning and the panting.
Yagi quietly slipped behind the bookshelf closest to the sounds.
“Aah… Midoriya, please…”
The Pro shifted the books in front of him, peeking between them to actually see
the boys for the first time.
“Todoroki… You’re too loud-- aanhh...”
Yagi covered his mouth to muffle the gasp, staring at the scene in front of
him.
He wasn’t sure what shocked him, really. He honestly didn’t know what else to
expect.
Midoriya was sitting on the ground against the opposing bookcase, fully clothed
with his pants and underwear just slightly pushed down on his thighs. Young
Todoroki sat on his lap, legs straddling Midoriyas thighs. His pants and
underwear were on the floor right next to them, but his shirt remained and the
jacket fell slightly down his shoulders, giving Todoroki an even more
disarrayed appearance.
Todoroki had his knees planted on the ground and arms around Midoriya’s neck,
easing his movements on top of the other boy. He rode Midoriya slowly, back
arching with every move of his hips, Midoriya’s breathing was ragged and his
hands hovered over Todoroki’s waist as though wondering if he would disappear
if they finally touched. Todoroki saw Midoriya’s hesitation, smiling softly as
his hands slid down from Midoriya’s shoulder, grabbing his wrists with a barely
there touch and bringing them to his own ass, he pressed Midoriya’s hands
against skin, encouraging, begging for him to grab and squeeze.
 
 
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Midoriya’s mind was all over the place. The guilt snuck its way towards his
mind only to be repeatedly pushed back by the feeling of Todoroki sinking down
on his cock each time, enveloping him in tight warmth over and over again. He
knew he shouldn’t be doing this, it was wrong, he told himself he wouldn’t do
it again. Why was he doing it anyways?
To be absolutely fair, it was hard to think straight when there was someone
riding you with so much gusto. Todoroki looked short of desperate, pussy
tightening around Midoriya every time he sank back down, his pink lips hanging
open and half lidded eyes pricked with tears. Midoriya watched in awe as
Todoroki brought one of his hands down to touch himself, his shaky fingers
brushing and flickering against his clit in unsteady motions. This brought
Midoriya’s eyes away from Todoroki’s face and to the mesmerizing image of his
cock disappearing inside Todoroki over and over again while his fingers played
with the muscle. He sucked in his breath, squeezing Todoroki’s ass tight to
bring a high pitched moan from the boy on top of him. Midoriya ignored the
loudness of the moan, thrusting up into Todoroki to meet his hips.
Todoroki fell forward, face hiding in the crook of Midoriya’s neck as he moaned
softly, the feeling of being filled up over and over taking over his mind and
body, making him think of nothing but how much he wanted more and more and
more. His legs shook as every inch of Midoriya’s cock stretched him open,
digging deeper and deeper into him.
“Ah, Todoroki, I can’t… Last much longer…”
“No, no, Midoriya…” He begged, voice low and pleading, “Just a bit more,
please, please just let me come…”
Midoriya nearly came just from hearing Todoroki straight up beggingagainst his
ear. He hit his head strongly against the bookshelf behind him, hoping the pain
would help him hold back. Todoroki’s whole body shook against his, his riding
becoming more frantic at a complete loss of rhythm.
“Izuku…” Todoroki pleaded, pulling away from Midoriya’s neck and looking
straight into his eyes whilst calling his name. Midoriya’s lips quivered as he
sucked in another breath, “Deeper, please…”
Midoriya immediately grabbed Todoroki’s waist tightly, making Todoroki whine a
bit too loudly with the reckless strength of his grip. He rammed his cock into
the boy on top of him over and over again, filling Todoroki up completely,
sliding against his walls, stretching Todoroki open around him as he felt his
balls tightening. Todoroki quickly bit his own hand, stiffening the loud string
of moans that formed in his throat. The fingers brushing against his clit now
shivering wildly..
When Todoroki felt the warmth that pooled in his gut spreading through his
whole body, he reached down to grab Midoriya’s cheek with his left hand,
kissing him deeply. Midoriya thrusted up a few more times before his hips
shuddered as he came inside of the other, both boys moaning against each
other’s lips. His body felt hot under Todoroki, hair clinging on his sweaty
forehead as Todoroki moved his hips slowly to reach his own impending orgasm
before the cock inside him softened. The loud moans coming from the shivering
boy on top of him tasted so sweet in Midoriya’s mouth that he couldn’t stop
himself from savoring them, pushing against Todoroki and ignoring the burning
hotness that creeped up on his face, feeling the boy’s body still shivering
with pleasure as the orgasm washed over him.
Midoriya felt even hotternow, but the state of bliss he found himself in
allowed him to ignore the burning on his face and to savor the lips in front of
him.
Wait a second.
Burning.
Midoriya’s eyes shot open when the pain on his right cheek was too much to
bear.
Not again.
“Todoroki!” He gasped, scandalized. “My face! You’re burning me!”
Todoroki was violently brought back from his post orgasmic haze, gasping loudly
before retreating his hand from Midoriya’s face and looking at it like it
somehow consciously betrayed him. “I… I’m so sorry… I don’t…” He fumbled with
the words, feeling suddenly self conscious.
Midoriya held his own face, the pain spreading and skin sizzling against his
hand. It was still burning. Which meant this wasn’t just a first degree burn.
Which meant another visit to Recovery Girl who would question him again like
she did the previous day about his first sex related injuries and now he was
gonna have to explain to her once again that he was having sex on school
grounds with yet another classmate because he apparently has absolutely no
control over his own dick as if it was so hard to just not fuck someone even
though he’s never done this in his whole life and now he’s becoming the
school’s slut because that’s definitely the legacy he wants to leave before he
becomes a pro hero not to mention…
“Izuku!” Midoriya snapped out of his muttering, eyes looking up at a very
worried and guilty Todoroki. The other boy seemed completely lost and looked
like a wreck.
Midoriya forced his hands away from his face, cupping Todoroki’s cheek. “It was
an accident,” He said in a soft tone. “You didn’t mean to, you were just…
Excited...”
He’s never seen Todoroki so shocked and worried in his life. But then again,
he’s never seen Todoroki riding cock and having an orgasm either, so that was
certainly a day of firsts.
“It’s okay! I’ll just go to Recovery Girl, it’ll be quick!” Midoriya kept his
smile as wide as he could, fighting through the unbearable pain on his cheek.
When that didn’t soothe Todoroki either, he pulled the other boy closer,
kissing him slowly and softly.
The pain suddenly felt so far away when Midoriya tasted the wet lips in front
of him. Todoroki’s shuddering eased and his right hand found its way towards
Midoriya’s nape, caressing it softly as they sucked on each other’s lips with a
fondness they weren’t really sure where it came from.
Midoriya sighed in the kiss. The warmth from feeling every inch of Todoroki’s
front flush against him was intoxicating, it made the world around them feel
unimportant, empty, and the idea of being walked in on was suddenly not as
alarming anymore. He didn’t want to stop kissing and being kissed, touching and
being touched. It was an intimacy he’d never experienced, one that allowed him
to forget about everything around him and made him feel powerful enough to give
someone a moment of pleasure and quiet with nothing but his body and words. No
quirks needed, no fighting, no studying, he suddenly found peace in the moment.
How could he let go of that?
The little voice in his head telling him how wrong these thoughts were was
drowned by the silky tongue sliding against his so slowly, so lovingly.
Todoroki moaned softly against his mouth, and Midoriya worried for a second
what Todoroki made of this situation.
It was easy enjoying intimacy when you weren’t thinking about the other
person’s feelings towards it.
Midoriya frowned in worry, but couldn’t find it in himself to stop the kiss.
He remembered how reverently Todoroki called his first name. His breath
shuddered, but he still didn’t halt his lips.
Midoriya suddenly wished Todoroki stopped the kiss himself.
The thoughts brought him back to reality, and reality reminded him that he had
a second degree burn on his cheek. Midoriya hissed sharply and broke the kiss
against his wishes, holding his face once again.
Todoroki looked, again, absolutely mortified, but only for a short moment
before he pulled himself together quite quickly, to Midoriya’s own surprise.
“We should take you to Recovery Girl right now,” He said as if it was his own
idea. Midoriya honestly wanted to procrastinate that as much as he could since
he was not in the mood for explaining how the wound happened, but a thought
made him suddenly widen his eyes.
“Todoroki,” He said slowly. “We should take you to Recovery Girl.”
The sudden reminder that sex without protection with someone that has an
assumingly working uterus could make 15 year old Midoriya a father made him
realized how little thought he was putting into these acts. He wasn’t ready to
be a father. He had a goldfish once and forgot to feed the poor thing for a
whole week, he was definitely not looking forward for a real human baby.
“Todoroki. I don’t wanna be a dad,” Midoriya suddenly spouted, horror in his
face.
“Izuku, I’m on birth control.”
Oh.
“Oh.”
Todoroki drowned a scoffing laughter on the back of his hand, which would’ve
been rude if Midoriya didn’t find it absolutely adorable. When was the last
time he heard Todoroki laugh, again?
“You can call me Shouto, by the way,” He smiled at Midoriya.
The smile on Midoriya’s face hid the anxiety suddenly taking over him. The
possibility of leading Todoroki on, leading him into misinterpreting their
relationship, was suddenly a reality. Midoriya swallowed thickly, “Shouto,” He
started, tentatively, “We should get dressed.”
They fumbled with their clothes, hastily putting them on. Midoriya tried to
fight through the pain but it was honestly hard not to whine constantly.
Todoroki apologized the whole way to Recovery Girl’s office.
 
 
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Yagi’s face was held up by his hands as he sat down on the ground against the
bookshelf. The boys walked away without glancing to their sides, which Yagi was
grateful for, since he was way too out of energy to confront them.
Was this Midoriya’s plan? Be intimate indiscriminately and then go to Recovery
Girl when things went south? What would he do if the things going south weren’t
physical?
Yagi sighed, hitting his head against the shelf, which prompted it to start
toppling down. He desperately grabbed onto it and halted the domino disaster,
shouting “Everything is O.K!” to the passing confused and slightly alarmed
students.
The Pro walked out of the library when he knew the boys would be far gone.
Dealing with that again was way too much for his tired old brain, and he chose,
this time, to just forget what he saw… And heard.
 
 
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“I hit him.”
“Excuse me?”
Recovery Girl didn’t look surprised in the slightest, she looked nothing but
skeptical.
“I slapped him. In his face.”
Midoriya hid his face in his hands. The physical pain from the burn was nothing
compared with the mental pain from listening to Todoroki’s awful lying.
“And why would you do that, Todoroki?” She asked in an amused tone. Todoroki
was none the wiser, he held himself up like his lying was as powerful as his
quirk. It wasn’t.
“He offended me.”
“How so?”
“He…” Todoroki stopped to consider, looking downwards. He looked back up with
another wave of falsely bred pride. “He said bad things about my father.”
For someone with such a strong poker face…
“Alright. You’re dismissed, Todoroki, I’ll take care of Midoriya,” She looked
at the bruised boy in front of her. “I’ll make sure to scold him thoroughly for
his awful actions.”
Todoroki looked so proud of himself. He gave Midoriya two thumbs up while
leaving the office, and Midoriya didn’t have the heart to do anything but smile
and offer a thumbs up in response.
Door closed, Recovery Girl didn’t waste a second.
“What happened this time?”
She brought him to the sink, pushing his head down roughly so the running water
would wash his burn. Midoriya winced and then pursed his lips in defeat.
“We had sex in the library and he lost control of his quirk.”
She sighed, shaking her head.
“How many times am I going to see you here for the same reason, Midoriya?”
He looked away from her, letting the water run against his burn, soothing it
after a while.
“I’m sorry…”
“I’m not the one you should apologize to,” She scolded. “Are you leading these
boys on? Or are you interested in both of them? Why did you even do this?”
The old nurse looked almost scandalized. Midoriya guessed this situation hit a
personal sore spot for her, but he didn’t pry.
He knew what he was doing wasn’t right either way.
“K… Kacchan was calling me behind the school...” Midoriya started carefully,
waiting for the interruption that never came. He wasn’t sure if he didn’t want
to be interrupted. “He wanted… To do it again. I wanted too, but Todoroki saw
us. He thought Kacchan was bullying me, told him to leave me alone. Kacchan was
going to fight with him, but I just barely convinced him not to…” He scoffed at
the small pride he felt from convincing Bakugou of anything. He wasn’t sure if
it was a good sign either. “Then we--”
“No, Midoriya,” She said, carefully, this time more fondly. “Whyare you doing
this?”
He paused, eyes never looking up.
“It made me feel wanted.”
Silence washed over the room, the water running down his cheek seeming so much
louder than before. He continued, slowly, “It just feels good. Kacchan said
such nice things to me when we… You know… I thought Todo-- Shouto would too. He
did. It just felt nice…”
Midoriya couldn’t see the pity on Recovery Girl’s face. She opened her mouth
slowly, closing it soon after. It wasn’t her place to pry.
“Did you at least use protection this time?”
“Um.”
She was silent for a moment, before asking carefully, “Should I be worried?”
“He says he’s on birth control.”
Recovery Girl slapped the back of his head so strongly his nose hit the bottom
of the sink. She roughly pulled him up and kissed his burned cheek angrily.
“Bring that boy back here before I smack you again, or so help me Midoriya--”
He was apologizing all the way out of the door.
Now , she thought, taking her phone to send a text. It wasn’t her place to pry,
but she knew whose place it was.
 
 
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Yagi entered the nurse’s office looking as anxious as a kitten surrounded by
hounds. Rightfully so, since Recovery Girl looked about to pounce on him.
“Sit down, Toshinori.”
He obeyed, fingers drumming on his knees. The Pro opened his mouth before
Recovery Girl stopped him from speaking altogether.
“I just gave a morning after pill to a 15 year old and treated another for
burns. I’m sure you know why these are correlated, and if you don’t, I can tell
you in detail.”
“I… I do know…”
“But do you know why these things are happening?”
Her tone felt like a stab. Yagi realized she was judging him, and understood
perfectly why.
He wasn’t being a good mentor.
“Your protege is not okay, Toshinori. He’s looking for something to fill a
void.”
“And he’s looking in the wrong place, I know. But I--”
“You do it or his mother will. I’ve been itching to call her since yesterday.
God knows why I still haven’t.” She breathed in deeply. “I just want this boy
to stop hurting himself and maybe even the others around him. This will come
crashing down on him sooner or later.”
Yagi sighed. “I know…”
Getting up to leave, he didn’t look back when Recovery Girl spoke once again.
“You are a good mentor, Toshinori,” She said softly. “He just needs you to show
him how much you care.”
Yagi nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Chapter End Notes
     Deku's partner choices are so bad man like my buddy my pal where's
     your sense of self preservation
     I rewrote this chapter 5 times and weirdly the only constant was the
     fucking history of heroics test, like of all things. I still don't
     really like this chapter but I hope that the sudden change in mood
     can be read as plot development(?????) and not as me not knowing wtf
     I'm doing. It's honestly a little bit of both. I'm so sorry??????????
***** Bad Choices, Good Choices, Red Choices *****
Chapter Summary
     DadMight revisits his dream of being a father. The crew wants to have
     a movie night, Midoriya has other plans. Bakugou's onto stuff.
     Kirishima is somehow thrown in the middle of this shit storm.
     Todoroki sings Disney songs.
     Everyone has fun.
Chapter Notes
     Okay SO I changed All Might's to Yagi because I thought it'd be too
     impersonal and too dehumanizing to call him by his hero name from now
     on. I mean if I'm gonna fuck a character up as much as I plan on
     fucking him up, might as well call him by his name right????
     Chap 3 and 4 were actually supposed to be only one chap, BUT it was
     long as fuck so while I'm still writing chap 4, y'all will get it
     much sooner than the others!!!!! Probably!!!!!
     Also some tag additions I'd like to mention before you go on:
     mentions of self harm, self hatred, being walked in on!
     Have fun
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The conversation with Todoroki was painful not only to the young boy, but to
Yagi as well. The punishment even more so. Before the boy’s fear would become
horror, Yagi assured him no information would be given to his father. He said
it as a mentor, not as a teacher, but Todoroki needn’t know that.
Todoroki looked betrayed for having his intimacy so openly discussed. Yagi
didn’t want to know if his feelings of betrayal would be let out on Midoriya.
He silently hoped it wouldn’t.
As of now, Yagi had a detention class with 3 young boys that he didn’t want to
deal with, but he forced himself to.  A good mentor , he told himself,  I have
to be a good mentor .
He told himself, trying to drown the memory of Todoroki’s faces of shame,
disappointment and fear when he said he would be punished for his actions. He
told himself, thinking of the way Todoroki deflated and shrunk.
He told himself, remembering Bakugou’s face of misery coming out of the
library.
He told himself, knowing for a fact his protegé needed so much more than
detention after class to deal with these turbulent thoughts and actions.
A good mentor .
Yagi chuckled sadly to himself. He had no real understanding of what it took to
be a good mentor. He grasped wildly at the memories of his own past mentors and
yet was unable to reach and grab them. What would Gran Torino do in this
situation? What would Shimura Nana do? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure if
he would be able to follow in their footsteps as a hero, nevermind a mentor.
His walk home was not only uneventful but also miserable.


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The next morning was one of pure regret for Midoriya.
The thought of meeting Todoroki  and  Bakugou in the same classroom was already
too much, but he underestimated how awkward it would be to walk into the room
and have both boys simultaneously look away from the door.
Midoriya sighed.  That’s it, I’m not messing up any more friendships over sex .
He laughed to himself pitifully, thinking how sad it was that he was only
intimate with  two  people and that was already way too much for his mental
state. He thought of teenagers who had dozens of partners and quietly wondered
how the hell they did it so nonchalantly.
Taking his place behind a quiet Bakugou, Midoriya overheard a conversation to
his right.
“It’ll be cool! We’re gonna watch Shin Gojira!”
“That’s way too heavy of a movie for a movie night with friends.”
“We could have super smart conversations about politics!”
“Why don’t you pick something like, I don’t know, The Ring?”
“Because I’ll shit my pants, Denki.”
Midoriya let out an unwilling snort, denouncing his quiet peeping.
“Midoriya!”  Oh no , he was going to be yelled at. Midoriya cautiously turned
his head to meet eyes with Kirishima, who was, surprisingly, smiling widely at
him. “We’re going to have a movie night at my place! Do you wanna come? You can
help pick the movie.”
Midoriya blinked at the redhead, surprised with the sudden invitation. They
weren’t especially close, he didn’t see the reasoning behind inviting him of
all people.
“Um… I’m not sure…”
“Come on! It’ll be fun! Bring Todoroki, Uraraka and Iida too, it’s easier
because everyone can bring a snack, my folks won’t mind and we can all vote for
what to watch!” Kirishima looked pleading.
It was true that it was a Friday, so they didn’t have much to do after school,
except for the detention. Studying was a Saturday matter and Kirishima wasn’t
really inviting anyone for a sleepover.
Deep down, buried in a place Midoriya didn’t want to acknowledge, a thought
sprung to life. Midoriya promptly snuffed it out, killed it and buried it. Yet
it lingered. The thought of a chance, an opportunity, nagged at him with a
force he could barely contain. Trying to ignore it was the best he could do,
but the mixture of the memory of Kirishima’s muscles rippling underneath his
skin and the thought of how his lips could possibly taste was impossibly hard
to ignore.
“Maybe a comedy would be best?” Midoriya shyly suggested.
Conversation came and went until Midoriya was shooed by Kirishima so he could
quickly invite the others before Aizawa arrived.
“Ah, yes, definitely!” Was Uraraka’s immediate response.
“I apologize, Midoriya, I have to study some more for the oncoming tests,” Iida
said, looking honestly upset.
“Come on, you study every single day!” The girl promptly complained, “If you
don’t relax for once your head will start smoking.”
Iida looked nearly offended, pursing his lips at her. “I suppose a day of
relaxing with my friends won’t hurt… Much…”
Both Midoriya and Uraraka punched the air in victory. Job done there, he walked
towards Todoroki, but this time with a heavy heart.
Kneeling beside Todoroki’s desk, he gulped as the boy merely looked at him
sideways, blush creeping up on both faces.
“Uum… Kirishima invited a bunch of people for a movie night at his place today…
Do you wanna come?”
Todoroki eyed him carefully, looking for something Midoriya wasn’t sure what it
was.
“What movie?” He asked with a leveled tone.
“We’re not sure, they’re picking between Shin Gojira or The Ring, but I don’t
think it’ll be either,” Midoriya smiled, “Wanna suggest something?”
“Tangled.”
“Tangled…?”
He nodded.
“The Disney one?”
Todoroki nodded once more. Midoriya frowned slightly before muffling a
laughter.
“What?”
“It’s just… You seem like a war documentaries kind of person, not a Disney
person,” Midoriya couldn’t hold back a giggle as he talked.
Todoroki blushed immediately, looking away from his friend. “I like it.”
“It’s a good movie! I was gonna suggest All Might: Origins--”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
They looked at each other for a second before breaking into a good hearted
laughter. Relief immediately washed over Midoriya’s heart. The fear of their
relationship changing completely, or being ruined, hung over him the whole
night the day before, and being able to joke and laugh with his friend drowned
the anxiety that had been choking him.
“I’ll tell Kirishima about Tanged and All Might: Origins, we can vote! Or make
a draft!”
“A draft is best, none of these deserve a vote more than Tangled. It would
definitely win.”
Midoriya chuckled, “You’re right. I’ll tell him.”
Making plans with everyone was a lighthearted event. Anxiety pushed aside,
Midoriya laughed and joked with the classmates that huddled around Kirishima’s
and Kaminari’s desk. Uraraka, leaning her arms on Midoriya’s head, and
Todoroki, kneeling beside him, their knees touching ever so slightly. Iida
stood beside Midoriya with his knees grazing his shoulder slightly, he fixed
his glasses anxiously as he tried his very best to advertise Grave of The
Fireflies to a completely unwilling audience, sniffling at his loss of
arguments when Kirishima told him in an embarrassed tone, “I can’t watch
dramas, I cried myself to sleep for three nights straight after watching the
last episode of Toradora.” The collective shock at Kirishima being so open
about crying and watching anime was loud and made him even more flustered,
waving his hands frantically at the oncoming questions about how much anime he
watched and exactly what took to make him cry.
“B-Bakkun!” Kirishima desperately pulled the attention away from himself, “What
movie do you want to watch?”
Midoriya froze in place.
Right. Bakugou was Kirishima’s friend too. There was no reason for him to not
be invited. In fact, there was more reason to invite Bakugou than Midoriya, so
of  course  he would be there too. Midoriya slowly turned his head, fighting
against Uraraka’s weight on top of it and locking eyes with a seemingly bored
Bakugou who stared at them with a look of mild and miserable interest, like a
person with too much free time staring at ants.
“Mad Max.”
Midoriya couldn’t hold back a snort.
“What the fuck do you have against Mad Max,  Deku ?”
“Nothing! It’s just I remembered you always got so fidgety during the action
scenes when we were little--”
The look of wonder from their classmates at Midoriya mentioning their childhood
- which, granted, was a rare thing to happen - was immediately cut off by
Bakugou kicking himself up from his chair and grabbing Midoriya by the collar,
breath inches from the younger boy’s face.
“ Want me to show you fidgety? ” He snarled.
Before Midoriya could even respond, Kirishima’s hand was on Bakugou’s shoulder,
his body nearly pressed flush against Midoriya’s back - almost protective.
“Bakkun, come on, it’s not manly to bully your friends.”
Midoriya watched Bakugou’s eyes shift from his face to Kirishima’s arm resting
on his shoulder, to Kirishima’s head beside his, and then to the redhead’s body
pressed against his. The feeling the situation gave was odd, like he was
somehow being saved by a protective partner. His body shivered under the weight
of another, and his mind went places with Bakugou practically holding onto his
neck, face inches from his, and Kirishima pressing against his behind. It was
very obviously an innocent act, since Kirishima has always been a very
physically affectionate person who wasn’t scared of hugging or holding hands.
Yet, Midoriya couldn’t help but blush, his legs seconds from failing him.
Bakugou’s lips turned into a mocking grin as he watched Midoriya intently. The
younger boy noticed too late he didn’t bother to try and stop his thoughts from
seeping onto his expressions, and immediately looked down in shame.
“Right.  Bully ,” Bakugou scoffed, letting go of Midoriya so he’d fall back,
body pressing further against Kirishima as the redhead held him up, which made
Midoriya blush even harder. “As if  I’m  the bully.”
He sat down on his desk, face nothing but amused, “Mad Max, put it on the
draft. The Fury Road one.”
Midoriya swallowed thickly, anxiety crushing him under the tension of the
situation, thoughts roaming wildly between Bakugou's words, what they meant,
and the firm grip of Kirishima's hands on his waist. Before he could have a
say, his thoughts decided on where to focus, imagination acting on its own
accord; if Kirishima's touch was so firm, how would he be? Would he be gentle?
Or rough? Or maybe a mixture of the two. Would he hold Midoriya close? Would he
kiss him or bite him? Would he smile or blush?
Would he praise me?
“Heh, sorry, Midokkun,” Kirishima's words broke Midoriya's thought process,
thankfully bringing him back to reality. “I think you know that better than us,
but Bakugou is still a work in progress.”
Midoriya was smart enough to only huff out a shy laughter in response, knowing
Bakugou was well within earshot.
Aizawa finally arrived in class, as late as he normally did and yet demanding
immediate silence and complacency. Sitting down on his chair, Midoriya tried
his best to focus on the class and not on the thoughts in the back of his head
about Kirishima’s firm grip on his waist, the scent of his cologne, and how
it’d feel to kiss his lips, thread fingers through his hair, feel his sharp
teeth digging in skin…
The school day was long and arduous, and Midoriya wasn’t sure if he was anxious
or excited for the movie night.
After a near food fight during break over the draft, culminating in Midoriya
cleaning rice from his hair for the rest of the day and Uraraka having to wash
egg yolk from her face in the washroom, it was decided they would watch
Tangled, as Kirishima himself drafted.
They all swore the melted bento boxes and frozen onigiris had nothing to do
with the fact.


-


Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou slapped themselves in the face when the bell
rang, finally realizing that they’d have to get detention with All Might for
one hour before leaving.
Midoriya walked to Kirishima, saying he’d have to leave an hour later because
he needed to study a bit more, asking for Kirishima’s address.
Bakugou walked to Kirishima as soon as Midoriya left, saying he needed to train
for another hour before leaving, and that he’d come later.
But it was when Todoroki walked to Kirishima to tell him that he needed to help
clean up the bathrooms this week that the redhead frowned in confusion, trying
and failing to connect the flailing dots thrown at him. He gave Todoroki his
address and gathered the other teens so they could go straight to his house.


-


Midoriya was confused to find Todoroki in front of the detention classroom, but
definitely not shocked.
He knew exactly what his friend was doing there. He knew it was his fault, too.
The only thing Midoriya didn’t know, was  how  All Might managed to find out,
but after remembering Recovery Girl’s scolding the day before, it wasn’t hard
to draw a conclusion.
Bakugou, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically curious.
“Whatcha doing here, halfie?” He smirked. “What did the prestigious recommended
student do to fuck up his school history?”
Right. For all Midoriya knew, Bakugou didn’t know about Todoroki, and Todoroki
didn’t know about Bakugou. He planned to keep it that way, but juggling both
boys and what they talked about would definitely be troublesome.
“None of your business,” Todoroki huffed. “What about you, Mister Number 1?”
“Had my dick sucked near the lockers.”
Midoriya’s blood froze, despair taking him over.
Of all the people for him to suck off after school, the bragging bully had to
be the one. If he could inconspicuously punch himself in the face that moment,
he would’ve.
Todoroki snorted mockingly, seeming not to believe Bakugou’s tale. When he
walked in the class, Bakugou came right behind, eyes locked on Midoriya’s and
an evil smirk plastered onto his face.
Midoriya was grateful he didn’t have to step in, but the anxiety still gnawed
painfully at him. What  would  happen if they found out? He wasn’t curious to
discover, but with Bakugou mouthing off to simply brag like that, he wasn’t
sure how long it would take for it to reach the ears of not only Todoroki, but
other students too, or even teachers.
He walked in with a heavy, regretful heart.


-


When the boys walked into the room, Yagi finally realized with a heavy sigh he
was about to spend a whole hour wasting his inflated form on pubescent
teenagers instead of saving people.
Again, he kept his mantra,  I have to be a good mentor , but when the kids sat
down in silence, he realized too that he wouldn’t be able to actually  talk  to
the teenagers, since that would expose their  activities .
He groaned under the smile on his face.
“You boys can do your homework while you sit there, and no talking!” He tried
to say in his most heroic and non judgemental tone. Yet, Midoriya looked
absolutely miserable, eyes darting back and forth between Todoroki and Bakugou,
as if waiting for an explosion to happen.
It was too much, this situation was just making his protegé even more anxious.
But now he couldn’t go back on his words.
Yagi realized a last thing with a sad smile; he drove himself and his own
protegé into a corner that he couldn’t break out of.
Not unless he talked to Midoriya.
Twenty long minutes into absolute miserable and anxiety filled silence, Yagi
couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up abruptly from his chair, startling
Midoriya and raising Todoroki’s and Bakugou’s eyebrows.
“You boys can leave early, I have an important… Event… Meeting… To attend!”
“All Might, sir--” Midoriya started, but was interrupted by his idol
immediately
“You stay, young Midoriya, I want to talk to you,” Yagi tried his best to sound
serious and yet not menacing, but with how Midoriya’s face went white he
figured he failed miserably.
“We’ll wait for you outside,” Todoroki told Midoriya.
“ Like hell I’ll wait for any of you assholes ,” Bakugou’s voice carried all
the way from the hallway to the half open door.
Todoroki followed him with a sigh, and finally, they were alone.
Yagi didn’t hold his form any longer, deflating with a cough that splattered
blood all over the floor and brought a concerned yelp to Midoriya’s lips. He
brushed off the teen’s offer of help, trying his very best to nudge his mind
away from the pain and toward the subject at hand.
He almost wished the pain would grow worse so he could have an excuse to not
focus.
A sigh came from his lips before he spoke, “Midoriya, please sit down.”
When the fidgety boy sat on the chair of the desk directly behind him, Yagi
took the chair right beside that one, smiling sadly at the forgotten feeling of
sitting on a student’s spot and staring at the board instead of the class.
Those were easier times. Times before so much happened.
When he turned to Midoriya, the boy was nearly vibrating through the chair with
anxiety, so Yagi reached out to squeeze his shoulder affectionately.
“I want you to know I’m not upset, angry, or disappointed,” Yagi tried to sound
soothing, and a smile shaped his lips as he watched the young boy’s shoulders
relax just a little. “You’re a very important person to me, young Midoriya,
your safety and health are my utmost priority, as your mentor. As a teacher,
though, I cannot ignore your actions, and it pains me to say that I had to
almost physically stop Recovery Girl from contacting your mother about them,”
He paused for a second, watching the boy’s face twist in horror and the tears
damped his eyes. Yagi squeezed his shoulder softly. “I… I know I’m not the best
person to talk to, I know I’m not the perfect mentor or the best teacher - far
from it, in fact, but… I want you to trust me. I want you to talk to me. I may
not remember what it was like to be young and scared, to jump into a world of
blood and tears and suddenly take all the punches for civilians that I’ll never
meet, people whose lives are so… Different, and safe, compared to mine… To
ours …
“But I can try, young Midoriya. I want to try. I want to help you, I want to
hear your afflictions and your pained thoughts. This,” He gestured generally
around them. “This life that we chose, it chips at us, every day the wound I
bear brings me closer to a fate I don’t… Want to think about… Because of what I
am, and what you want to become. We fight for the people, Midoriya, and amidst
that we end up having no one to fight for us.”
Yagi paused once again, watching the tears trickling down Midoriya’s face. The
boy cried quietly, but with a pained expression, he looked so, so very young in
Yagi’s eyes, and for that short moment, Yagi allowed himself to feel angry at
the world this child was about to jump into, at the fact that heroes were even
needed  in the first place.
For just a second, he wondered if this coping mechanism of Midoriya’s, these
moments of intimacy, if properly and safely conducted, couldn’t actually be
healthier than his own early coping mechanisms from the time he became a hero,
from the time he started realizing he chose a field of work in which punching
out meant  surviving .
He brushed off the sudden itch of the long forgotten scars that coated his
wrists.
Yagi took a deep breath, opening his brightest smile. Not the PR smile, nor the
All Might smile; he smiled with his own chapped lips, with the slight wince
brought from the pain of the action, with the blood coating some of his teeth
and with the wrinkles that aged him so, pressing against each other and
deepening under the weak, pale skin. He smiled at the boy with everything he
had.
“This is what I’m giving you now; someone to fight for you.”
The speed with which Midoriya launched himself at the Pro, enveloping his neck
in a pained hug and burying his wet, bloated face in the crook of Yagi’s neck
was almost too fast for him to follow, leaving the hero gasping at the sudden
weight pressed against him. Midoriya was a bit heavy, his body hurt, it was
hard to breathe, and his wound throbbed under his suit. And yet, he wrapped his
arms protectively around the boy, hand stroking Midoriya’s back in soothing
motions as he felt the aborted sobs rocking the boy’s body.
The pain wasn’t important, the pain was nothing compared to  this . Yagi held
himself upright with nothing but willpower as the minutes passed by and the
boy’s tears stained his shirt less and less.
Finally, Midoriya pulled back, drying his face on the sleeves of his jacket,
and looked sheepishly at the hero.
“T-Thank you, All Might…”
Yagi smiled once again, a genuine grin.
“Go, your friends are waiting for you,” He said, before raising his eyebrows in
thought. “Do you have plans with them?”
Midoriya’s face lit up, “We’re watching Tangled at Kirishima’s place today! Oh,
right , I should probably bring a snack too, maybe some regular popcorn will be
alright. Ah, but I know Kacchan likes buttered popcorn, so maybe I should bring
one package of each, or I can call Kirishima and ask what everyone would like…”
He went on and on, muttering softly. Yagi couldn’t help but laugh.
“You should go, discuss the matters with your friends, and relax during the
weekend. You deserve it.”
Midoriya snapped out of his muttering state, smiling back at Yagi. He nodded
and thanked him again, before running toward the door in a renewed excited
mood.
A good mentor, huh…?
He wondered if that’s what it meant to be one.


-


The walk to Kirishima’s house was more eventful than it should’ve been, with
Bakugou, who surprisingly  did  wait for them so they’d go together, knowing
the way to Kirishima’s house only barely, Todoroki trying to use Google Maps as
opposed to Bakugou’s directions, and Midoriya repeatedly begging for a quick
stop at a convenience store to buy some snacks so they wouldn’t arrive empty
handed at Kirishima’s place like leeching guests.
On the way, Midoriya decided to just run to a store, buy a ridiculous amount of
microwavable popcorn, and then run back to the street to chase after the other
boys, who complained that it took him too long even though it took Midoriya
easily under two minutes.
He walked beside Todoroki and Bakugou, their loud bickering and atrocious sense
of direction a white noise in the back of his mind.
All Might wasn’t angry, upset, or disappointed. Or so he said.
He was  worried , of all things.
Midoriya could only smile sadly to himself. Someone who wasn’t his mother
worrying about him? He’d had enough people in his life ignoring his existence
or treating it like entertainment. Teachers, classmates, doctors, Kacchan, his
own father…
A long forgotten memory creeps back into his brain, peppered with dark spots
and aged corners that time inflicted. The indifference, the neglect, the large
hands pushing him toward his mother when he bothered too much, the waved
goodbyes with eyes that didn’t look up from the newspaper.
Midoriya wasn’t used to being fussed over by anyone but his mother, the idea
that the Number 1 Hero would care about him at all was laughable at best. The
last few months had felt like a dream Midoriya would do anything not to wake up
from.
It was… Logical for All Might to worry about him. He was supposed to be
Midoriya’s mentor after all. It was just a concept so impossible to be grasped;
Midoriya Izuku, someone to care for, worry about, take time and effort for.
He felt like waiting patiently for a punchline, for another shoe to drop.
Something. Anything.
Midoriya knew All Might was not a bad person, wouldn’t lie and trick the way he
was scared he’d do, yet he couldn’t help but be afraid.
Walking behind the two classmates now, he stared at the back of the person who
proved to him more than anyone else that expecting good from people was a
dangerous gamble.


-


“You guys took forever, we almost watched the movie without you!” Kirishima
joked, inviting them in. Todoroki looked unreasonably scandalized with the
prospect of losing the opportunity of watching Tangled.
Taking off their shoes at the door and watching with mild horror and confusion
as Bakugou also took off off his blazer and tie, and undid an obnoxious amount
of buttons, they walked in.
“He’s been here often,” Kirishima provided, when Todoroki’s eyes burned holes
on Bakugou’s relaxed state. Midoriya remembered in passing how traditionally
Japanese Todoroki’s family was. “He’s getting a bit too relaxed but I got tired
of trying to get him to button up his shirt - when he’s wearing one… And also
the folks don’t mind,” He finished with a good hearted laughter.
Bakugou pushed past them, host included, obviously annoyed at people talking
about him as if he was a rowdy pet.
“Todoroki, just, uh, follow him to the living room and set up the movie.
Midoriya, I’ll show you the kitchen,” He gestured to the popcorn on Midoriya’s
hands.
Kirishima’s house was surprisingly tidy. Midoriya wasn’t sure what he expected,
but a modern, spotless and carefully decorated house wasn’t it. Kirishima stood
out against the feminine touch around him, the pastel walls, the bright and
colorful picture and mirror frames, the pretty wall decals; everything was so
delicate all around rough, manly Kirishima. Midoriya found it endearing.
“Did you mom decorate your house? It’s so pretty,” He said in adoration, eyes
darting to every piece of decor.
“Well, for the most part, I do a lot of color schemes and themes,” Kirishima
answered absentmindedly, fishing three large bowls from one of the bright
yellow cabinets.
Midoriya pictured a sharp toothed, heavily built Kirishima picking wall decals
and matching decorative vases with his mom. He smiled fondly.
Midoriya inched closer to him.
“Whoa, I didn’t think of you as someone with such attention to detail.”
The redhead widened his eyes before looking away with a pink tinge on his
cheeks.
“Ah, I was always close to my mom and she taught me that stuff, you know… I
ended up liking it… Ah! Here, give me the popcorn, I’ll throw them in the
microwave,” He hurriedly changed the subject, reaching for Midoriya’s bag.
When Kirishima turned his back to Midoriya so he could focus on opening the
packages, the shorter boy’s eyes roamed mindlessly.
He noticed Kirishima’s neck was a hard line leading down to his back, held up
in perfect posture.
He noticed how wide his shoulders were, leading up to thick, angular arms.
He noticed the muscles rippling under the white fabric, and how it stretched
over them.
He noticed the dip on Kirishima’s waist due to his posture, how it snaked out
to the curve of his ass.
He noticed…
When Kirishima turned, Midoriya fought to brush off his dazed look.
What does it matter anyways? I’m not trying anything with him .
The redhead leaned on the counter, crossing his arms on his chest. His shirt
looked about to burst around the shoulders.
Midoriya swallowed.
“So…” Kirishima tried to break the silence, now rubbing the back of his neck.
“You and Bakugou seem pretty close.”
Midoriya’s roaming thoughts halted with the mention of his childhood friend. He
smiled miserably, shrinking softly into himself. “We’ve… known each other… for
a while…”
“How long?” The redhead looked curious. “Bakugou never really talks about it.”
“I’m sure…” He laughed without humor. “We’ve known each other since we were 4,
always studied together. Somehow, we were always in the same class, even now…”
Midoriya paused, taking in a sharp breath. “Somehow I always end up near him.”
“How come you guys don’t talk that much?”
When Midoriya looked up, his eyes must’ve shown something worthy of pity,
because Kirishima immediately raises his hands in a peace offer, expression
full of worry. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked! I… shouldn’t be sticking my
nose in other people’s business. Sorry.”
Midoriya smiled painfully, shaking his head. “It’s okay, it’s nothing.”
Kirishima is so thoughtful and caring .
Midoriya blinked, staring at the redhead’s wide smile, a strained attempt to
ease the mood.
I wonder how caring he’d be…
“Hey, Kirishima.”
“Yeah?”
“Are you and Kacchan close?”
Midoriya edged forward.
“Ah, I think so, but you can never know with that guy. I still don’t know if he
sees me as his friend or someone whose bento he can pick at,” He laughed.
Another step. He looked into Kirishima’s eyes.
“You’re very nice to him, even when he acts the way he does.”
“He’s just a bit rough around the edges, I shouldn’t treat him badly for that…”
Kirishima smiled.
In a faraway corner of his mind, there was a warning, a pleading for him to
stop, turn around,  make good choices . The voice sounded awfully like his
mentor. Midoriya wanted so very much to hear it, he knew he should.
Yet, he couldn’t help but think…
How nice would he be with me?
When Midoriya’s socked feet stopped a mere inch from Kirishima’s, his eyes had
still not left the redhead’s, who looked confused at best, alarmed at most.
Midoriya gulped.
“Kirishima, you are a good friend, you know that?”
“Ah, I don’t… I don’t know, I just… try to be a decent guy. It’s a man’s job to
be the best version of himself. I believe that,” His eyes looked hard and full
of purpose. Midoriya thought he looked cute.
“Do you wanna be friends?”
Midoriya fiddled with his own fingers, feeling the blood rise to his cheeks.
“Aren’t we friends already...?” The look of confusion and mild distress was
endearing on Kirishima’s face.
“Do you wanna  keep  being friends?”
“Yes…? Midori--”
“Yeah, I think that’s better, too.”
His trembling hands raised first, cupping Kirishima’s face softly. He raised to
the tip of his toes, slowly. Eyes locked with Kirishima’s, Midoriya waited.
When Kirishima’s eyes darted down, taking in Midoriya’s lips, and then back up
to his eyes with engorged pupils, it was all the consent Midoriya needed, so he
leaned in.
Somewhere far away, a microwave beeped five times.
Somewhere else, a friendly chatter about school turned into a heated
discussion.
Kirishima was so much softer than he could have ever expected.
His lips were frozen at first when Midoriya pressed against them, it was only
when Midoriya’s body pressed flush against his, when his hands slid down to his
nape and back to his hair, and when his tongue licked across parted lips, that
Kirishima cautiously kissed back.
He was so very careful, shaky lips brushing softly and deliberately against
Midoriya’s, like he was kissing a lover of years.
Midoriya’s hands slid down to Kirishima’s arms, finding his hands. With a
careful touch, he brought them to his waist.
Kirishima’s hands were large, sprawling across his sides with fingers that even
trembling dug in the soft skin, through the fabric of his shirt and blazer.
When Kirishima’s touches became more confident, hands roaming up and down his
back and cupping his nape carefully, Midoriya let himself become more daring.
His tongue brushed against the wet lips in front of him, requesting,  begging ,
and just as Kirishima parted his lips invitingly, Midoriya moaned softly
against them, tongue exploring the redhead’s mouth.
The voice telling him to  stop  got louder, and so did the lewd thoughts, both
drowning each other, an unbearable buzzing in his ears.
Make good choices.
Kirishima’s hand slid dangerously low on his back, pulling him impossibly
closer. Midoriya pressed a thigh between his legs, bringing out a deep growl
from the redhead that made him melt.The bulge his thigh pressed against was
still soft, not quite there. He wanted to change that.
Will he praise me? Will he make me feel good?
Midoriya’s hands shifted around Kirishima’s neck, fingers grabbing at his
blazer and then threading in his hair. His mouth felt like a fire pit, heat
seeping to his cheeks and chest, pooling in his gut. Kirishima bit softly on
his bottom lip and pulled, one hand still shyly inching down right above
Midoriya’s ass, another grabbing the hair right above his neck.
I’m going to disappoint All Might. I promised I wouldn’t.
When Midoriya opened his eyes, Kirishima’s own lidded gaze looked back at him.
When they mashed their mouths back together, it was a mess of spit and teeth
and uncoordinated tongues. Kirishima’s hand finally,  finally  grabbed at his
ass, squeezing, pulling, bringing out a lewd moan from Midoriya’s throat that
he never even thought he could voice. It served as encouragement for Kirishima,
who savored the moan with a grunt of his own.
I wonder how rough he will be.
Kirishima’s hands both grabbed his ass as his legs pulled themselves together
between Midoriya’s, and then large hands slid down to his thighs to pull him up
from the ground. Midoriya let out a soft yelp, legs reflexively wrapping around
Kirishima’s waist. The redhead turned them around, sitting Midoriya on the
counter, and with their lips still pressed together and tongues still brushing
roughly against each other, he thrusted hard against Midoriya’s erection,
dragging out a loud moan that was desperately covered by the redhead with his
own mouth. Midoriya felt now that Kirishima was much, much harder than before,
cock pressing against his pants almost uncomfortably. He wasn’t much better, in
fact he could guess there was a wet spot forming on the front of his own pants.
I should... stop ...
The redhead was so much more confident in his movements now, dutifully
attentive to Midoriya’s reactions. Every moan or involuntary shiver was an
invitation to go on, egging on the tight grip on Midoriya’s hair, the fingers
roughly squeezing and pulling his ass, and the relentless thrusting that
grinded their cocks together. The pressure and the sliding drove Midoriya
insane, and the boy knew for a fact he wouldn’t last much longer.
The sudden realization that they were kissing and grinding on the kitchen
counter, a mere wall away from their obnoxiously loud friends, sent a shiver
down his spine. Midoriya knew the only reason why they haven’t been walked in
on yet was because their classmates were too distracted with their
conversations to remember there was a movie to watch and popcorn to have. To
remember Midoriya and Kirishima have been in the kitchen for far too long.
What if they walked in? What if they got hungry, or worried, or just curious?
What if Midoriya was seen by someone else, face red, eyes lidded and pupils
blown, hair even more of a mess than usual, clothes wrinkled and coated in
sweat and musk, his legs spread open and his hard erection pressing against the
fabric of his pants, precum leaking and damping it thoroughly?
Why does that make me even more worked up?
As he kissed Kirishima and moaned a touch too loudly for people who were trying
not to get caught, it was easy to see that, up until this point, all of
Midoriya’s sexual experiences have been way too public for it to not be a
coincidence. He dutifully reminded himself to  actually  write down the messed
up kinks he figured out about himself during these encounters.
The redhead’s lips finally released his, but only to immediately bite down on
his neck. Midoriya let out a whimper, feeling the sharp teeth digging in skin
as Kirishima’s movements became more frantic, more desperate.
“K-Kirishima…” He moaned in his ear, trying his best to egg him on. The memory
of Todoroki’s own actions the day before pulled the back of his mind as more
inspiration than anything. “Please… Please let me come…”
“Oh,  fuck …” Kirishima snarled, cupping Midoriya’s face with one hand while
the other held his ass in place.
When the redhead looked up and rested his forehead against Midoriya’s, locking
eyes with him, Midoriya’s mind went on a complete breakdown.
Was this okay? Wasn’t this breaking some sort of rule? He stared into dark red
eyes and everything was suddenly so much more intimate, the impersonal feelings
of the whole ordeal out the window. Midoriya didn’t know if he should panic
over that or over the sudden feeling of hard rock digging on his ass.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, not again. Does  anyone  in this school know how to
control their quirk during sex?
“Fuck, Midoriya, you feel so  good… ” Kirishima grunted, eyes shutting as his
thrusts became hectic.
Good?
Midoriya’s mind cleared of anything else. No worries or guilt, no broken rules,
no regret. He felt  good  to Kirishima, which meant he was doing  good .
Midoriya felt  so good .
He wanted to hear it again.
He wanted to hear  so much more .
“K-Kirishima… Say… Say it again… Tell me how good I am…”
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, voice shaky and
desperate. He didn’t even know if Kirishima was one to dirty talk, or even
plain  talk  during these moments, but Midoriya  needed to know , he needed to
hear how  good  he was, how  well  he was doing.
Kirishima frowned slightly in confusion, and for a moment Midoriya wondered
against all odds if he was going to be called a weirdo, a creep, a  pervert .
But the redhead leaned closer, whispering in his ear with the voice of a man
about to break.
“You’re doing so well, Midoriya,” He groaned, hardened hand suddenly dipping
under Midoriya’s pants, squeezing and grabbing on flesh. It was almost painful,
there was nothing gentle about hard rock fingers digging in the skin,
threatening to draw blood. And yet Midoriya couldn’t help but wish for more,
for  harder . “Fuck, you feel so good, so soft…”
The praising, the grabbing and the thrusting were too much, too much. Midoriya
was about to lose it, his legs were shaking violently, wrapped around
Kirishima’s hard body, hands pulling at his blazer, short of ripping it, and
the feeling of Kirishima’s cock grinding hard against his was painfully
exhilarating. He was so, so close, he felt the pleasure pooling in his gut,
balls tightening, his entire body trembled in pleasure.
“Midoriya, you’re so good, come on, come for me.”
Back arching, eyes rolling back, and hands fisting painfully on fabric,
Midoriya’s orgasm hit him like a bullet. The white noise in his brain tuning
out everything else, his hips thrusting weakly to ride out his climax.
When Kirishima came, he harshly pulled Midoriya’s face closer by the hair,
kissing him deeply. This time, it was soft once again, a moaning mess, an
incoherent mix of spit and tongue.
Before Midoriya even came down from his high, before he could find his lungs
and heart again in the mess that the redhead made of him, he heard a distant a
sound from the other side of the room.
“Wow,  fuck , now I didn’t see  that  coming!”
Kirishima and Midoriya both looked at each other in panic before turning to
look at Kaminari, leaning on the kitchen door.
Chapter End Notes
     hope y'all like cliffhangers
***** Trapped Between a Rock And a Charged Place *****
Chapter Summary
     Deku gets a few heart attacks in this one
Chapter Notes
     HELLO YOU FILTHY DEMONS DID YOU MISS ME
     I sure did
     Listen I'm never jynxing myself ever again so I'm not even gonna SAY
     ANYTHING about how soon the next chapter will come we'll all just
     have to suffer and wait
     ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I spent my midnight kissing an NYPD cop. Don't
     ask. I need to lay down on the vodka. Only whiskey from now on lmao
     Enjoy 10 thousand words of nothing but FILTH i hope it makes up for
     my timing,,,,
     OH BEFORE I FORGET REMEMBER THOSE GOD FORSAKEN TAGS I PUT IN HERE
     JOKINGLY ( "also hear me out what if deku does fuck mineta" "and
     during their sex mineta just shoves one of his balls..." "i'll stop
     right here") YEAH SOMEONE WAS LIKE HEY COULD YOU GO THE FUCK ON so
     congratulations sweet anon that actually told me who they were at
     some point and i just forgot you just turned me into the first fucker
     to write a MineDeku fanfiction????? We're all going to hell together.
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Confusion painted Kaminari’s blushed features, before giving place to straight
up  amusement .
“I mean,” He started, gesturing to the pair that immediately scrambled away
from each other. “Bakugou? A bit dangerous, but sure. Sero? I mean, who hasn’t?
Ashido? Same as Sero. But, dude,  Midoriya ? He’s the class  sweetheart ,
you’re like, tainting the angel, or something.”
Midoriya came down from the kitchen counter with a desperate blush, the sticky
wetness in his pants suddenly uncomfortable.
Great, so now he had been seen, like in his stupid fantasy. Except reality was
far from arousing.
At least he was caught with his pants  on , for a change.
“Dude,” Kirishima started, hands cupped over the wet patch on his pants. His
face matched the shade of his hair and his tone was serious and pleading.
“Just,  please , don’t...”
“Oh, I won’t tell!” Kaminari interrupted, scandalized. “What the hell do you
take me for? I’m your friend, I wouldn’t do that shit. I just came here to get
popcorn, you guys can just go on when I’m, uh...”
“No, no, no, we’re…We’re going with you.”
“You sure? You should change your pants. You both look gross. I’ll make up some
excuse for you.”
He pushed past them to get to the microwave, grabbing the bag of warm popcorn
to pour it in the bowl.
Midoriya was frozen in place right beside him, shaky hands cupping the wet
patch in his own pants. He couldn’t bring himself to look up.
Too many people knew already.
There was a whole  list  of people with whom he did something or who just  knew
that he did something with someone else.
If this got out, if this kind of thing became public, he would taint the image
of UA, he wouldn’t be able to get a job as a  sidekick , let alone as a  pro
hero . His entire career would be over, his life would be ruined--
“Midoriya?” A hand touched his arm softly as Kirishima’s voice brought him down
from his stupor. “Come on, I’ll give you some clean clothes.”
Before they walked out of the kitchen, Kaminari spoke once again.
“Hey, Midoriya, dude,” Midoriya looked back, expecting a look of disgust,
disapproval, anything to match his own feelings about himself. But when he took
in Kaminari’s eyes, they were sympathetic. “I’m not judging you. I mean, I
would kiss him too.”
Kirishima rolled his eyes as the blonde made playful dramatic kissing noises at
him. Midoriya couldn’t help but smile.
Even in such an exposing and embarrassing situation, it was nice to know his
friends were doing their best to soothe him.
Kirishima then led him upstairs. His bedroom was well decorated, with posters
of Crimson Riot carefully framed on the wall, statuettes and figurines
dutifully polished clean (a feat he admired, with how hard it was to keep those
things from gathering every speck of dust), the bed was made with a collection
of throw pillows, and not a single piece of clothing was out of place. Midoriya
looked around, blushing with wonder. The vision he had of Kirishima was so
expertly shattered with how well the redhead cared for his own space.  It was a
wonder that he managed to befriend Bakugou, who, if he had kept the same habits
Midoriya remembered from childhood, turned his bedroom floor into a sea of
dirty clothes and school papers, and only managed to frame his posters before
putting them up on the wall because they were the things he cared about the
most. Midoriya himself felt suddenly ashamed of how neglectful he was with his
own All Might merchandise, even the exclusive ones.
Kirishima pulled open a couple of drawers, pulling out underwear and
sweatpants. He then offered them to Midoriya, who was still dazzled by the
decor, until the redhead softly nudged the pieces of clothing against his
chest.
 “Oh! S-sorry…”
“It’s fine, are you okay?”
“Yeah! Your bedroom is just… so organized… even your posters and figures, it
all looks so nice.” He smiled.
Kirishima blushed a pretty shade, and Midoriya took note of how the redhead
seemed to take compliments with a hint of embarrassment and disbelief. He found
it endearing.
“Thanks. Uh, the bathroom is the door across from min--... oh.”
Midoriya knew he should at least be remotely decent, but with how often he
changed around the other boys in the locker room before physical education and
training, it slipped his mind. Until Kirishima mentioned the bathroom, that is.
His hands halted, gripping the fabric of his pants now halfway down his bottom,
a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“Ah, I’m sorry!” Midoriya squeaked. “It’s just, we change in the locker rooms
so often I just completely forgot, I really shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I’ll--”
“Hey, hey! It’s fine, we’re both dudes, it’s not like…” Kirishima stopped,
unsure  how  to finish the sentence with what they had just done in the
kitchen. “Just, it’s fine.”
Midoriya took in Kirishima’s features, an aggressive blush on his cheeks, and
noticed his eyes darting down and then away, swiftly.
Ah.
Kirishima was checking him out.
Now, Midoriya didn’t think of himself as attractive at all. He knew he looked
bland, had a common face, and if anything his cheeks were too round and his
stature too short, not exactly the most desirable traits in men, but he knew he
was muscular and yet lean, he knew his skin was smooth and creamy sans the
scars, and he knew that those specific traits could be considered attractive to
some people.
He would say it was unconscious, a habit, even, but deep down he knew the truth
behind his actions when he turned his back to Kirishima, as if to save some
decency, and slowly pushed down the hem of his pants, feeling the fabric slide
around his bottom as he bowed down with his legs straight and back arched. When
the fabric reached his knees, he let the pants slide down the rest of the way,
slowly pulling himself back upright as they pooled around his feet.
When Midoriya was about to pull down his underwear, he dared sneak a look
toward Kirishima.
He wasn’t disappointed to find out that the redhead hadn’t moved from the same
spot. Feeling bold and daring, his eyes remained on Kirishima’s when he
actually pushed down the piece of clothing that clung to his bottom. The
redhead seemed to panic, unable to stop his own gaze from shifting from
Midoriya’s eyes to his propped out ass, creamy skin revealed inch by inch in an
agonizing crawl.
Midoriya shrugged off the blazer, his bottom and groin now covered only by the
white button up shirt. Kirishima looked about to scream.
It felt nice to be ogled at that way.
“Um,” The redhead licked his lips tentatively, finally taking off his own pants
while Midoriya put on the ones given to him. “My… uh… my parents…” He gulped,
fumbling with the words. “My parents won’t, uh, be home… tonight… if you wanna…
stay over…?”
Midoriya paused, already dressed and standing upright with a thoughtful and
concerned look. He knew exactly what that invitation meant. Honestly, he was
surprised Kirishima even had the nerve to  ask  and quietly wondered how many
people Kirishima had been with for him to be able to propose such a thing as if
it was a sleepover.
I really shouldn’t.
I’m going to disappoint All Might.
I need to make good choices.
I need to say NO.
I need to say…
“Sure.”
It came out as a noncommittal agreement, as if Kirishima had asked him if he
could have Pepsi instead of Coke, not if Midoriya wanted to stay over to fuck.
“We should go downstairs, they are probably watching the movie already,”
Kirishima smiled sheepishly.
“Kirishima…?”
 “Yeah?”
Midoriya fiddled with his own fingers, looking down with an embarrassment that
made him feel hypocritical.
“We’re… Still  friends , right? That doesn’t change anything… Right?”
Kirishima seemed to try his very best to give him a soothing smile when he
answered, “I’m not a romance kinda guy, or a relationship kinda guy, so if you
wanna just…  be together  for a bit, that’s actually better for me. We’re still
gonna be friends, Midoriya.”
For the first time since this mess of his sexual life started two days ago,
Midoriya felt safe. There was no Bakugou nearly blowing his head off and then
teasing to spill out to everyone around him, there was no Todoroki showing off
deeper emotions and thinking too much about what they were doing. Kirishima was
simple, he was honest and true to himself, he made Midoriya feel for just a
moment like he wasn’t making bad or irresponsible choices.
Midoriya sent a quick text to his mom, telling her he was staying over at a
friend’s to study.  Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow!
Mom: Please be safe, don’t forget to have dinner and breakfast, call me if you
need me to pick you up at any time! I love you.
His chest tightened with the guilt of lying to his own mother, but he brutally
pushed the thought away, tapping the response with too much strength on the
tiny keyboard.  I love you too . He swallowed around the lump in his throat.
She didn’t need to know about every little thing in his life, right? He was a
teenager, he had his own life to lead which didn’t involve his beloved mother
at all times. He repeated that to himself like a prayer.
That being dealt with, Midoriya followed Kirishima out of his bedroom and down
the stairs.
A blush crept up on Midoriya’s face with every step as they neared the living
room. An ever growing amount of panic took over him. Would they know? What had
Kaminari said?  He said he was going to cover for them, but how exactly was he
planning on doing that? Was he going to say Midoriya wasn’t feeling that good,
maybe? Would Midoriya have to feign sickness coming down the stairs? What if
Kaminari was trying his best to lie, but he was a terrible liar, like Todoroki
was, and everyone was onto him? Bakugou would. Bakugou definitely would know.
Bakugou is too good at knowing if people are lying and he was going to figure
it out whether Kaminari was a good liar or not and then--
A hand softly squeezed his arm, bringing Midoriya back to reality from his
muttering trance. Kirishima smiled at him, and Midoriya couldn’t help but smile
back.
Before they walked in the living room, a chorus of off-key singing could be
heard, Kaminari’s voice surprisingly louder than everyone else’s.
“ WHEN WILL MY LIF--  Oh, Midoriya! Are you feeling better? How’s your
headache?” Kaminari promptly provided once he saw them. Midoriya didn’t even
know how to possibly thank the blond for making it so much easier for him to
just jump into the situation.
“Well, the singing isn’t helping much,” he joked with a giggle.
The room was a mess, and Kirishima smacked his own face in dread. Todoroki was
sitting on the coffee table singing loudly, Uraraka was right in front of him,
legs crossed and hogging the popcorn like an angry chubby dragon, Tenya was the
only one sitting properly on the couch, knees bent at a 90 degree angle, back
straight up, he almost looked like a poseable figure, Kaminari was the one
standing up and using the remote as a microphone, dancing around the room, and
Bakugou was sitting as far as he could from Tenya and literally everyone else,
slouched on the couch with his legs spread obnoxiously as if he needed extra
space for his extra  volume  - which Midoriya knew all too well it  was not
that big. There was popcorn scattered everywhere and the throw pillows were
either under Uraraka’s and Todoroki’s bottoms or all over the floor.
Bakugou’s eyes immediately shot to Midoriya when Kaminari spoke to the pair. He
looked condescendingly from his face to his pants, raising his eyebrows.
Midoriya looked away in pure shame. The blond’s smirk was a telltale of his
knowledge.
“Hey, Deku, why did you change your pants? Got something on them?” Bakugou
spoke  loudly  with his eyes on the TV.
The whole room suddenly turned their heads in innocent curiosity, Kaminari
looking away sheepishly. Even though it was easy to get away from his mocking
comment with an excuse - one which ironically had already been provided by
Bakugou, Midoriya pursed his lips angrily at the blonde, watching the blond
revel in his embarrassment.
“Y-yeah… I just spilled some water on them, Kirishima lent these to me while
I’m waiting for them to dry…”
Bakugou’s smirk turned into a an almost menacing grimace.
Midoriya honestly hated how much the blonde just  knew  about his sex life and
bragged about it, especially the parts that didn’t concern him  at all . When
Midoriya looked at Kirishima, the embarrassed distaste on his face showed the
redhead shared his opinions.
“So, how’s the movie?” Midoriya swiftly changed the subject, sitting on the
couch between Tenya and Bakugou.
Kirishima was adamant on sitting on his own couch and not on the floor, since
he  lived there , and squished himself between Tenya and Midoriya… who was now
in the awkward spot between the guy whose dick he sucked two days earlier and
the guy he dry humped not 20 minutes before.
Because that was apparently Midoriya’s life now; classifying his classmates by
how he fucked them. He silently wondered where that list would stop and quickly
decided that was a problem for Future Midoriya.
The movie was surprisingly fun and Midoriya could see why Todoroki was so
adamant on watching the movie in which the trapped girl who is used by her
abusive mother breaks out of her castle prison to live life as a free princess
and find happiness in a faraway land.
Todoroki knew all the lyrics and some of the script, and while most of them
were watching him mouth every song and some key quotes with silent
astonishment, Kaminari  also  knew all the lyrics, and he wasn’t satisfied in
just mouthing them, making a spectacle of himself every time the characters
broke into a song. Midoriya ended up paying attention enough to learn the
chorus, which Kirishima  also  learned and murmured along with Midoriya, both
boys laughing with each other about the accidental duet until Bakugou
interrupted them with a “What a bunch of fucking nerds,” elbowing Midoriya in
the ribs as he angrily crossed his arms.
The first one to cry was Kirishima, who yelled through tears for everyone to
stop staring at him like that ; Tenya followed behind, but his crying was
robotic, he did nothing but blink the tears away. Midoriya wondered if Tenya
thought that if he just didn’t move at all, no one would notice. Uraraka at
some point broke into incoherent sobbing, and since no one had noticed her
crying silently since the middle of the movie because of where she sat, the
sudden stream of tears and snot caught most people off guard, Midoriya letting
out a shocked squeak. Bakugou was a rock throughout the entire movie, but his
grimace  did  soothe into a relaxed expression towards the end - Midoriya
wondered how much Bakugou actually enjoyed cheesy happy endings.
When Midoriya’s tears came, it was too late to pretend he had the sniffles.
Kirishima smiled sheepishly at him, making to wipe Midoriya’s tears, but his
movements were interrupted by Bakugou leaning over Midoriya, pushing him
against the couch to address the redhead, “You got any more popcorn? I can’t
stomach this cheesy shit.”
Midoriya swallowed hard, hoping the couch would just swallow him whole so he
could avoid any more physical contact with Bakugou than the blond’s death grip
on his knee to keep him upright.
Looking away from Bakugou’s broad shoulders and the hard line of his neck,
though, was optional.
Midoriya sighed to himself.  Keep it in your pants, Christ .
Kirishima blinked, “Y-yeah, there’s a bag full of popcorn on the kitchen
counter.”
When Bakugou got up, Midoriya realized that was the first time in maybe one
hour that he wasn’t being touched shoulder to knee on both sides. He spread his
legs a little on Bakugou’s side, enjoying the temporary freedom, and when the
blond came back he unceremoniously pushed Midoriya against Kirishima, taking
back his spot, and shoved the popcorn on Midoriya’s lap, “I don’t wanna keep
fucking holding it.”
Not two minutes later, Todoroki decided the best way for him to get to the
newly made popcorn was to come down from the coffee table and sit on the floor
right against Midoriya’s legs, reaching up and behind him for the bowl.
Squeezed right in the middle of the three boys, Midoriya wondered quietly when
life would stop punishing him in such casual ways about his sex life.
By the time the movie was over, everyone was in tears sans Bakugou. Todoroki
had a smug smile as he sniffled and wiped his face, the look of victory
strained under the tears.
People started trickling out as the credits rolled up, first Uraraka had to
leave because of her curfew, then Tenya needed to sleep early so he could study
in the morning, then Todoroki was too scared of his father finding out he
wasn’t actually staying at school to study and train, and when Bakugou stood up
to go home he stared at Midoriya, almost expectantly.
Right , their houses were right next to each other. It was obvious if Midoriya
wanted to leave, it’d be reasonable to go with someone he could walk home with.
He wasn’t about to tell anyone, much less  Bakugou , he planned on staying
over, so he did the next best thing.
“I’m gonna wait a bit more until my pants are dry! You can go ahead,” he smiled
sheepishly. Bakugou squinted at him, eyes wandering between Midoriya and
Kirishima, then huffed out a laugh, turning around to leave.
“Have fun,” the blond said, before shutting the door behind him.
Midoriya pursed his lips, almost pouting, and the redhead beside him laughed
and ruffled his hair affectionately.
“It’s not funny,” Midoriya said, pouting harder under the blush that crept up
over the casual interaction.
“What’s not funny?” Kaminari asked from the other side of the couch.
“Nothing,” Kirishima smiled. “Wanna help me clean up the kitchen?”
“Hell, no!” The blond laughed, standing up. “I’ll stop cock-blocking you both
and see myself out.”
Midoriya’s desperate squeal brought  laughter to the blond. “N-no! That’s not--
”
“Listen, if it makes you feel better, I’m about to text Ashido to see if she’s
down with staying the night at  my  place.” Kaminari smirked at them, putting
on his shoes. “I told you, I don’t judge. Just don’t break my bro’s heart,
yadda yadda. I really don’t care. You guys have fun!” And out the door he was.
The reason why Midoriya even  stayed  was suddenly lost in both the
embarrassment of being called out so nonchalantly and finally being alone with
the person he was planning on  having sex with .
Oh god I’m really doing this .
“Hey.”
Kirishima’s face was a soothing sight under the wave of self consciousness.
Midoriya eyed him carefully.
“We can just watch a movie and chill, if you want.” He smiled, the blessed
angel he was.
Midoriya couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle. Kirishima was one of the most
soothing people he had ever had the chance to meet, no matter how loud,
boisterous, and strong he was, the redhead’s presence was as calming as a warm
blanket on a snowy day.
And no matter how violent the blush on his cheeks was, he knew quite well what
he wanted from such a calm, soothing person... and it wasn’t anything peaceful.
“We could,” Midoriya said, and once again letting boldness and recklessness
take over his actions, he stood up from the couch, only to sit down on
Kirishima’s lap, straddling the redhead’s thighs. He couldn’t bring himself to
look up, but managed to blurt out the words swimming in his mind. “Or we could
do what I’m here for.”
For a second Midoriya thought it was too much, too daring, the deafening
silence piercing his lungs. When Kirishima’s hands tentatively touched his
thighs, squeezing them softly, Midoriya let out a breath of relief he didn’t
know he was holding.
The look the redhead gave him was a mix of arousal and unease. Midoriya wanted
something else, he was looking for hunger,  lust . Anything that would counter
his own anxiety.
The way he crashed his lips against Kirishima’s was nothing short of desperate.
Kirishima’s hands tightened around his thighs, before slowly sliding them
towards his ass, gripping the flesh with unabashed need. Midoriya couldn’t hold
back the moan that shook his lips against the redhead’s. Kirishima savored it
with a groan of his own, biting softly on his bottom lip, pulling it, sucking
on it.
Sounds of wet kissing and heavy breathing filled the room. Midoriya was sure he
could feel his heartbeat thrumming violently in his ears. Arousal and anxiety
pooled heavily in his gut, spilling out in the form of pleading moans and
nervous shivers.
Kirishima’s lips did not tremble with uncertainty like the first time they
kissed, this time they moved oh so confidently against Midoriya’s, dragging out
whimpers and moans with every flick of his tongue, with every bite and pull,
with every low groan. When Kirishima’s tongue finally licked Midoriya’s lips
open, his mouth opened with a whine so primal it surprised even himself. The
warmth of the redhead’s tongue was overwhelming. He kissed Midoriya as if he
was undressing him from clothes and flesh, prying him open, reaching into his
core. His large hands nearly wrapped around Midoriya’s nape, and the strong
grip felt more steady than it felt constricting.
Kirishima’s sharp teeth scraped slightly against Midoriya’s tongue and lips at
every movement, and oh god, the thought of those teeth digging into his skin…
into his neck, shoulders, thighs, ass, it sent shivers down his spine. He
rolled his hips, grinding hard on the redhead’s lap, craving more and more
contact. Kirishima groaned so sweetly into the kiss as he squeezed Midoriya’s
ass, pulling him closer. The hard line of Kirishima’s half erection pressing
against his made Midoriya’s mouth water. The redhead’s hands moved to dip under
the band of his pants and underwear, squeezing his ass in a grip that was just
the right side of painful.
Midoriya’s breath was ragged, skin burning hotter with every touch and head
spiraling with every moan. He forced himself to break the kiss, knowing for a
fact they wouldn’t get anywhere with clothes on. Kirishima immediately latched
onto Midoriya’s neck instead, successfully turning undressing into a near
impossible task.
“Kirishima,” Midoriya giggled and moaned under the flurry of kisses and soft
bites. “If you keep doing that--  ahn , I can’t take it off--  ah! ” Teeth dug
harder into the skin of his neck and Kirishima’s tongue swirled over the
shallow bruise. The pain was coated with arousal, dragging a long whine from
Midoriya. He halfheartedly pushed the redhead away, finally managing some space
to finish undressing.
The way Kirishima stared at his body made him sort of self conscious, red eyes
darkened as they took in every curve, every muscle that slowly came into view
under the white fabric that slowly parted open with every button undone.
Midoriya shrugged off the shirt, blushing when Kirishima licked his lips like a
starved man.
“You know, Midoriya,” He started, eyes still not leaving the planes of his
skin. “You’ve got something going on with the cute face and the ripped abs.”
Midoriya blushed furiously, “T-thanks…?”
Kirishima smiled when he finally looked up, one hand unclasping from Midoriya’s
asscheeks to pull his head back into a deep kiss. The tips of the redhead’s
fingers slid slowly down his back, bringing a soft whine from Midoriya’s throat
as his back arched.
Midoriya rolled his hips, friction bringing a jolt of pleasure and a primal
groan from both boys. Every touch singed his skin; the large hand squeezing his
ass, the other pulling his hair, kiss hot and wet and prying his lips open,
Kirishima’s cock twitching against his own with too much fabric in between…
everything felt like gasoline to the fire pit building in his gut, turned his
thoughts into white noise, his moans into pleads… yet it wasn’t enough, oh it
wasn’t nearly enough. Midoriya felt selfish, greedy, but by  god  he wanted
those hands all over him, digging bruises on his pale skin, those teeth drawing
blood from his neck, that cock spreading him open, fucking his throat, his ass…
He desperately pulled at Kirishima’s shirt, breaking from the kiss again to
swiftly pull it over his head. Midoriya stopped for a second, admiring the
muscles rippling under the tanned skin, the beads of sweat running down the
hard lines of his neck and the plateaus of his chest and abs...
Well, fuck, jackpot.
Midoriya leaned forward, meaning to take in those reddish, plush lips once
again, to bite them, pull them,  anything …
But the universe wasn’t having that.
Because the universe liked fucking with Midoriya, apparently.
“Kiri, dude, I forgot my--  oh fuck, why do I keep --?” Kaminari’s voice
arrived before he did, hands clasping way too violently over his eyes once he
walked into the room.
Midoriya’s nonchalant frown should’ve been surprising. That is, if he wasn’t
weirdly used to being walked in on. Kirishima looked much more distraught than
he did, eyes widening between his spread fingers and blush tinting his cheeks
and ears.
“ Kaminari!  What the hell, dude?” Kirishima short of squealed. He pulled his
hands from Midoriya’s ass to cover his face in frustration.
“I forgot my damn backpack and I need to study, you both couldn’t wait, like,
five minutes?” He gestured wildly at the half naked boys on the couch.
Regardless of how used to it he was, Midoriya could feel the beginning of shame
washing over him as the wave of arousal waned.
Yet, despite himself, Midoriya’s bad habit of observation couldn’t help but let
him notice how Kaminari’s eyes wandered between Midoriya’s and Kirishima’s
faces… and then lower.
The blonde made a beeline around them to get to the backpack on the floor
beside the couch, lowly cursing up a storm all the while.
“Man, there’s a doorbell,” Kirishima sighed.
“Why would I ring the doorbell when I have the key to your house?!” Kaminari
shrieked, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder.
The blonde’s eyes finally met Midoriya’s, whose curious gaze followed him
without a pause. Kaminari froze for a moment under the stare, standing quite
close to the pair. He swallowed hard. Midoriya squinted with a searching look.
Kirishima frowned at the boy straddling his lap. “Dude, you okay?”
Midoriya turned to him, but his eyes were unfocused. He was way too lost in his
own thoughts, ideas swirling around in his brain like a kaleidoscope,
impossible to grasp and translate into words.
Midoriya had a mere second, or even less, to make a decision.
He knew he was being way, way out of line, that he needed a general consensus,
that a level headed conversation beforehand would be a  much better way  of
approaching the subject.
God, he was probably going to regret this so much... but that was a problem for
Future Midoriya.
Present Midoriya had more pressing matters.
His hand quickly clasped around Kaminari’s arm, and he slowly pulled the blond
closer.
Now that’s too much, Izuku.
Kaminari’s eyes widened more with every inch, lips parting for a possible
protest, but Midoriya’s eyes gazed at those lips with a different idea.
That’s out of line, that’s just greedy .
Only the first syllable of his name left Kaminari’s lips, before the rest of it
was swallowed by Midoriya’s.
What if they don’t want it? You’re gonna lose a perfectly good singular partner
over… what, greed?
The thoughts hammered against his skull, loud, deafening,  god , why was he
doing this, again?
Kirishima hissed under his breath. Kaminari whined softly against his lips.
Midoriya couldn’t help but smile in the kiss, the feeling of victory doing
wonders for his confidence.
He was going to regret this in the morning,  god  he was going to regret every
second of it, but right now, in that moment, all he wanted to know was how it
would feel to have two pairs of lips pressed against his skin, praising him,
telling him how  good  he was, how  good  he felt…
Midoriya broke the kiss with a wet, lewd noise, eyes locking with Kaminari’s
before turning to look at Kirishima.
The silence in the room was deafening. Both boys knew  exactly  what the
proposition was, and now it was up to them to decide.
Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other, eyes wide and cheeks an aggressive
red.
Midoriya’s thoughts were a mess of anxiety and bad ideas banging violently
against his skull, fighting for dominance. God, why was he doing this? Why was
he even doing this with Kirishima, let alone trying to bring Kaminari in like
some pervert?
That was wrong, absolutely wrong. He’d regret this come morning. He’d cry his
eyes out, he’d have to look All Might in the eyes knowing he did exactly what
he promised All Might he wouldn’t do, he would…
But then Kirishima shrugged, and Kaminari shrugged back with a noncommittal
groan, and Midoriya couldn’t stop but think,  what if?
The guilt and curiosity, the self loathing and arousal, they all mingled
together in his heart, swirling in confusion. He froze under the overwhelming
thoughts, legs shaking against Kirishima’s, the hand holding Kaminari’s arm
buzzing, the knot in his throat making it impossible to swallow or breathe.
God, he just wanted it all to  stop .
He waited, begged with his eyes, staring at the yellow irises in front of him
with purpose, and hoping none of the despair showed in his face, none of the
doubts and fears, none of the guilt.
And when Kaminari leaned in and took his lips once again, a soft hand raising
to stroke his cheek, Midoriya felt like his entire body was melting, the
buzzing in his mind giving way to white noise, the swirl of feelings in his
heart a screaming in the distance, and he moaned against the kiss, hand finally
unclasping from Kaminari’s arm to pull at the blond’s collar, dragging him
closer, desperate for warmth.
Kirishima’s hands were lightly stroking his thighs, thumbs circling over the
fabric of his pants, fingers large and hard, a contrast to Kaminari’s softer
and longer ones.
The blond hummed into the kiss, inching closer until his body was almost flush
with Midoriya’s, one knee on the couch beside Kirishima. Midoriya had to twist
his body a little, but the discomfort was easy to brush past, a barely there
ache that was easily forgotten with the two pairs of hands stroking and
caressing him, holding him up, keeping him stable,  grounded .
Midoriya broke the kiss with a smack, eyes half lidded as he licked his lips.
Kaminari’s blush was a vision to behold, and it felt so good to know  he  was
the reason for it.
“We should go upstairs,” He sort of whispered, eyes on Kaminari as one of his
hands lightly squeezed Kirishima’s wrist.
Kirishima’s hands gripped the underside of Midoriya’s thighs, hoisting him up
as the redhead lifted himself from the couch. He wrapped his legs around
Kirishima’s waist and leaned his head on the crook of the redhead’s neck to
face Kaminari. The blond looked like he was about to either scream or laugh.
Midoriya reached a hand over Kirishima’s shoulder, offering it to Kaminari, who
seemed to snap out of whatever train of thought he was having, he stared at his
hand and then at Midoriya’s way too innocent smile, before grabbing it.
Kirishima walked towards the stairs with Midoriya secured around his waist, and
Midoriya led Kaminari by the hand all the while.
“You, uh,” Kaminari started, swallowing. “You guys got protection, right?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Kirishima looked back at him. “You know that, dude.”
The way the blond blushed told tales to Midoriya, who silently wondered how
close the two actually were.
“Yeah, I know, I’m just checking, I guess.”
Midoriya’s voice came out in a soothing tone as he stroked circles on
Kaminari’s hand with his thumb, “You sure you’re okay with this?”
Kaminari blinked and looked away with a blush.
“Yeah, it’s just super awkward.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Midoriya smiled again, squeezing the blond’s hand
reassuringly.
“I mean, I know. I just never had a threesome before.”
Kirishima chuckled sheepishly. “I don’t think any of us had. Which is great!
Because we can be super awkward together,” he joked.
Midoriya and Kaminari snorted. He wasn’t wrong.
 
When they arrived in Kirishima’s room, the redhead unceremoniously dropped
Midoriya on the bed, and for the first time Midoriya had a good look of his
face. Kirishima looked extremely embarrassed, yet his eyes were dark with
arousal, and Midoriya would be damned if he didn’t want to take advantage of
that arousal to lighten up the mood between the other boys.
He decided to climb out of the bed, pulling Kaminari closer by the hand once
again as he stood on his toes to lay a wet kiss on Kirishima’s lips.
Midoriya broke the kiss only to drop to his knees in front of both boys.
It was a bold move, but… he’s done that before. An extra one can’t be hard,
right?
Is this too fast? Am I going too fast?
Kirishima’s erection looked strained under his sweatpants, precum spotting the
fabric, while Kaminari looked half hard still, but not for long.
Right, I can do this, I can pretend I know exactly what I’m doing .
Midoriya breathed in deeply, brushing off the sudden fluster of kneeling
between two boys that were hard for  him  of all people.
Well, if they were like this  because  of him, then he had to be doing
something  right, right? He swallowed hard, and startled when Kirishima’s soft
hand stroke his hair soothingly. It was a comforting gesture, but didn’t do
much to wane his embarrassment.
Midoriya allowed the confidence and arousal wash over him, tune down the
anxiety, the  guilt , take over the shame. He raised his hands to stroke
Kaminari’s and Kirishima’s thighs simultaneously, and leaned to mouth at the
redhead’s erection through his pants. Both boys swore under their breath, and
the hiss that came from Kirishima added to the heat pooling in his gut.
Midoriya moaned against the bulge that twitched under his lips. He moved to
give Kaminari the same attention, hand softly squeezing and stroking
Kirishima’s erection over the tight sweatpants. Kaminari was quickly hardening
in his pants, and gasped softly when Midoriya brushed his lips over the bulge.
He mouthed at it, teeth scraping ever so slightly before he licked a long
stripe over the length. When Midoriya gazed up, Kaminari looked torn between
screaming and moaning.
“Fuck, Midoriya, you--...  okay …” Kaminari took a deep breath, like he was
trying to decide if this was real or not. Kirishima chuckled sheepishly under a
curse, probably wondering the same.
It must be quite unreal, the sight of the classroom’s shy crybaby mouthing at
two cocks by his own accord. Midoriya scoffed at himself, not sure if he felt
distressed or proud.
He reached for the hem of Kaminari’s pants and underwear, slowly pulling the
fabric down to free the blond’s aching cock. Midoriya swallowed thickly,
courage now waning with the reality of his actions pointed right at him, red
and leaking, no fabric to hide behind, no more going back.
Well, I got this far .
Kaminari keened when Midoriya’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock,
tongue lapping and swirling on the tip. Even if inexperienced, there were
things Midoriya knew would most likely feel good, so he gambled as best as he
could. He pulled out with a pop, licking a long, wet stripe on the underside of
Kaminari’s erection as his other hand pulled at Kirishima’s pants in a silent
plea.
The redhead fumbled nervously as he pulled himself out of his pants. Midoriya
wrapped his fingers around the thick cock, immediately shooting an incredulous
look when his long fingers didn’t come  close  to touching.
“ Jesus , way to make a guy feel self conscious,” Kaminari snorted, although
there was no weight in his joke.
Kirishima scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed with the sudden
attention. “Dude…”
“I’m gonna have to deal with two anyways,” Midoriya huffed out a laugh. He
nudged the two closer together before holding a cock in each hand. He licked
his lips, feeling the weight of the anticipating silence in the room. With a
lot of bravery and a lot of overestimating himself, he swallowed Kirishima’s
prick to the hilt.
The two boys released a long, shaky breath. Kirishima swore loudly, hand
shooting to grab at Midoriya’s curls.
The last time Midoriya did this, it was with Bakugou, and it was met with much
more aggressiveness. He was honestly glad there was  some  control over how
much he took in his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times slowly, before
pulling out to lick a lewd swirl around the tip, switching to give Kaminari the
same attention as his hand jerked Kirishima’s cock, now slick with spit.
Midoriya took in most of Kaminari’s in one go, fingers wrapped around the base
he couldn’t reach. He hummed around the erection, earning a low groan from the
blond, and now two hands stroked his hair softly and encouragingly, long and
lean fingers along with a hard and calloused ones pushed his head tentatively
to take in more of the cock that reached down his throat.
It just felt so, so impossibly good. Air struggled all the way to his lungs as
he deepthroated Kaminari with teary eyes, fogging his mind. His throat
struggled around the volume, twitching and clenching until he couldn’t take it
anymore, and the vulgar sounds of gagging and ragged breathing should’ve been
repulsive, but Kaminari’s cock twitched every so slightly and  god  he could
feel the veins pumping against his tongue…
Midoriya pulled out slowly, tongue pressed hard against the underside until the
cock dropped from his lips with a pop. He stared at both of them with dark,
hungry eyes, panting heavily. The hands on his hair were so kind and careful
they nearly made his heart flutter.
It just felt so good to be useful and wanted.
He wanted so much more of the dark looks, gentle hands, keening voices… all
because of  him .
Feeling greedy in his haze, Midoriya uselessly licked his lips clean of the
smeared spit and precum, nudging both boys even closer, until the tip of their
cocks touched each other a mere inch from his lips. He swallowed thickly,
hesitating for a second, before opening his mouth as wide as he could manage,
taking both heads in his lips. His cheeks stretched uncomfortably around the
two wet cocks as he tried his very best to fit more inside his mouth.
“Fuck,  Jesus fucking Christ, Midoriya ,” Kirishima breathed out as Kaminari
only managed a loud groan. Both hands tightened on his hair almost painfully.
“How…  shit , how many times have you done this?”
Midoriya’s tongue lapped around both cocks as best as he could with the painful
stretch, spit coating his chin and dripping down on his chest. He pulled out
with a gasp, jaw aching now. He swallowed the spit pooling in his mouth as his
hands stroked the soaking wet cocks in front of him.
God, this is too much .
 “Once…” Midoriya answered, licking his lips to collect the drool coating them.
“With one person. Never with two… um, first time for everything...?” He smiled
sheepishly.
Kaminari looked at him with incredulous and amused eyes. “Buddy, you’re a bit
in over your head…”
“Excuse me,” Midoriya squeezed the blond’s with a bit much strength. “I seem to
be doing a pretty good job here.”
Kaminari winced playfully, ruffling the boy’s head. “Okay, let us do a good job
too.”
He pulled Midoriya upwards, who was just about to complain before he was pushed
on the bed. Both boys smiled at him almost devilishly, and Kaminari’s statement
played on repeat in his head.
‘You’re in over your head .’
I always am .
Kirishima kneeled beside him and Midoriya made to sit up, but a strong hand
pressed against his chest, pushing him back, keeping him down.
“You okay?” Kirishima asked sincerely, in a whisper. “Is this okay?”
Midoriya blinked at him, nodding slowly. Kirishima’s smile was blinding, it
felt like a safeline, and when he kissed Midoriya with a fiery passion, he
couldn’t help but whimper weakly against the careful lips that unravelled him
so expertly.
He had almost forgotten about Kaminari, so lost in the safety that was
Kirishima’s hands and lips, until the blond pulled at the hem of his pants.
“Dude, help me out,” He tapped Midoriya’s thighs softly, and the boy quickly
complied, heels digging on the bed to raise his hips as Kaminari pulled his
pants and underwear in a swift motion.
Midoriya’s ass hit the bed, cock smearing precum on his belly. He was so lost
in the kiss, in the large hand stroking his cheek, angling his head just right,
that he barely took notice of Kaminari’s hands pulling his legs apart and of
the way the bed dipped under the blond’s weight. But when Kaminari’s teeth
nipped softly at the skin of his inner thighs, Midoriya let out a surprised
whimper, immediately muffled by Kirishima’s lips.
It was all too much, Kaminari kissing and nipping at his inner thighs,
Kirishima’s lips ravaging his mouth; Midoriya’s whole body felt too warm, too
sensitive, shivering under the careful and relentless touches from the other
two.
Kaminari’s fingers wrapping around his cock shouldn’t have been a surprise, and
neither should have been the lips coating him in warmth, encircling his
erection and taking him in deep, but Midoriya couldn’t hold back the lewd moan
that left his mouth, nor the way his back arched from the bed and his thighs
clasped around Kaminari’s head. His hands shot down to grab at the blond’s
hair, and when Midoriya looked down at the other, his eyes taking in the vision
of someone’s mouth stretched around his prick, nose buried in his pubic hair,
he couldn’t help but keen.
“Please…” He swallowed, voice tumbling out of his lips in a tone that didn’t
sound like his own. “Kaminari, please,  please …”
The blond huffed in what seemed like a laughter before he started bobbing his
head quickly, humming around his cock, tongue pressing against the underside,
swirling on the tip on the way up, breaking Midoriya in a million pieces with
every bounce.
In a far off corner of his mind, Midoriya knew for a fact both of these boys
knew what they were doing, had previous experiences, learned and taught. He
knew he was in way over his head, unable to do anything but moan and shiver
under the relentless touches that unfolded him with sensations he had never
experienced, overloading his body and brain. He drank in every touch, every
kiss, every grab and pull, feeling precious and pampered in the hands of boys
he would have never thought before that day could’ve made him feel more wanted
than he ever did in his life.
When Kaminari pulled off, the loss of warmth was in the back of Midoriya’s mind
as he turned away from Kirishima, breaking the kiss, and softly pulled at the
blond’s hair. Kaminari let himself be led to loom over Midoriya, the boy
wrapping his legs around his waist as he pulled the blond for a messy kiss.
He tasted like precum and sweat, which probably shouldn’t be arousing and
probably shouldn’t drag a long moan from Midoriya’s throat, but there was
something about tasting his own seed from someone else’s mouth, licking their
tongue clean of it, mixing sweat and spit and moaning in a bruising kiss that
pried him open, reached into his core, fogged every inch of his brain. The
blond pulled away way too soon, and a blush crept up on his cheeks as he licked
his lips.
Midoriya thought lazily that both Kirishima and Kaminari looked so attractive
with his own spit smeared all over their lips.
Kaminari sat up between his legs, and Kirishima loomed over him on his right
side. Midoriya blinked, blood rushing to his cheeks as he felt both pairs of
eyes digging into him.
“So…” Kirishima started in a tentative tone. “You wanna top? Or bottom?”
Midoriya couldn’t help but snort as he looked at the two boys practically on
top of him. He couldn’t imagine a reality in which ripped, manly Kirishima
would bottom for  him , and even Kaminari, as lean as he was, was tall and
carried himself with an air of superiority. He had topped with Todoroki, and
with Bakugou he just… didn’t really do anything much, so...
“B-bottoming is… fine…” He answered, eyes darting anywhere but the other boys.
“Just… I’ve never done this before…”
“Wait, done what? Sex?” Kaminari sounded scandalized. “Your first time is with
two dudes ? What was that I said about being in way over your head?” He mocked
lightly.
Midoriya kneed him softly on the ribs, a laughter erupting from his chest. “No!
This is just the first time I... uh…”
Even in the situation he was, saying things out loud was somehow too much. He
felt ridiculous, hypocritical.  Why am I embarrassed now of all times?
“I gotcha,” Kirishima chortled, hand reaching out to stroke Midoriya’s hair
softly. “But seriously though, if it gets too much you can just say it. I’d
rather get blue balls than hurt you, bro.”
Kaminari snorted, “Did you just ‘ bro ’ a guy you’re about to go balls deep
into?”
Midoriya muffled a chuckle under his hands as Kirishima jokingly punched the
blond’s shoulder.
“Just shut up and get the damn lube and rubbers,” The redhead said, pushing the
other off the bed with a tad too much strength.
Kaminari cackled all the way to the dresser where he was to collect the items.
Midoriya still covered his mouth, knowing a smile peeked from under his hands.
The anxiety and the fear washed away from him with every smile, joke, and
laughter, the boys were either way too much in their element or they were doing
their best to make Midoriya comfortable. He suspected it was a bit or both.
Midoriya felt his muscles relax as Kirishima gently coaxed him to lay down on
his belly and slipped a pillow under it. The position was a tad awkward but
comfortable, and when the redhead sitting beside him kissed and nipped at his
neck, Midoriya couldn’t help but hum softly, a string of whimpers coating his
throat with every touch of lips and sharp teeth.
Kirishima’s fingers slowly made their way down Midoriya’s back, brushing softly
across his spine with the tease of a touch, bringing a shiver from his neck to
the tailbone as Midoriya felt his back arching delicately against the redhead’s
fingers. A smaller hand with leaner fingers was placed on the back of his
thigh, Kaminari tentatively stroked his sensitive skin with the shaky limb. It
all felt so tender.
That is, until Midoriya felt the sparkle of electricity shoot over the back of
his thigh, forcing his muscles to clench under the sudden energy burst. His
body shot up on all fours as Midoriya yelped in what he wasn’t sure was pain
or… pleasure?
What the fuck .
“ Crap!!! ” Kaminari short of screamed. “I’m so sorry, I got nervous, I fucked
up, crap, I’m so sorry, dude!”
“Man, what the hell?” Kirishima chastised, trying to soothe Midoriya with a
gentle squeeze on his shoulder.
Midoriya faintly heard Kaminari’s apologies and Kirishima’s scolding. A strange
feeling of what seemed like adrenaline overtook him, his head buzzing in
nothing but white noise and the faint recognition of  pleasure  tied with
adrenaline  and  pain  that were usually mixed up exclusively in dangerous
situations, throwing him in a whirlwind of confusion.
It feels the same as when we spar, or fight, or train .
It feels like winning .
What the fuck .
“Do that again.”
The words came out before he thought them through, but instead of correcting
himself he simply shook his head softly as he convinced himself that the quick
paced, anxiety bred zigzagging of thoughts in his head was enough thinking,
enough considering.
Nevermind that the last two times quirks were involved in his sex life he had
to go to the nurse’s office.
Are quirks really that hard to control in sexual situations?
He couldn’t possibly know, he only had One For All for less than a year, it was
hard to conjure it in normal situations, let alone when he was too focused on
getting off or sucking dick.
God , his life was a mess.
He took a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts. This wasn’t a time for quirk
analyzing.
Midoriya looked over his shoulder at a shocked and slightly flustered Kaminari.
“ Do that again ,” he asked with more conviction. The blush creeping up his
cheeks as he arched his back further and spread his legs to an almost
scandalized Kaminari. “ Please , Kaminari…”
That was most likely poor judgement. Midoriya knew that electricity could quite
literally stop his heart from beating… but a part of him didn’t really care,
and another, more rational one, simply trusted Kaminari’s control over his
quirk. The blond surely knew how to control the intensity and voltage of the
shocks, after all these years having a quirk. Right? He was willing to gamble.
Kaminari looked at his own hands before his eyes shot back to Midoriya’s lewd
position, almost throwing the boy off in pure embarrassment. Kaminari knelt
behind him on the bed and placed his hands on each of Midoriya’s thighs.
The blond breathed in, stabilizing the shaking of his limbs.
The small electric current that shot through Midoriya’s thighs threw his entire
body into a spasm, his head shot up and Midoriya faintly heard a moan so high
pitched and awfully  lewd  it took him a beat to realize it came from  himself
.
“Huh,” Kaminari’s voice sounded muffled by Midoriya’s own heartbeat. “I didn’t
know I could use it for  that .”
“Yeah, but should you?” Kirishima finally pitched in, tone amused.
“Oh fuck  off , man, you use your quirk during sex all the time.”
Kirishima chuckled before turning to Midoriya, who was still physically and
emotionally  reeling  from the intense shock.
Why do I always end up dealing with quirks? , he thought, unable to close his
gaping mouth and faintly aware of the drool that ran down from his lips,
wetting the bed underneath him with every gasp for air.  Is this a normal
thing? Does everyone have trouble controlling their quirks during sex? But more
importantly, why am I suddenly so aroused by this? I watched porn in the past,
sure, but it was nothing out of the ordinary, and now suddenly not only the
possibility of being walked in on turns me on but also suffering real electric
shocks directly on my skin? Is this some sort of newfound masochistic nature
or--
“Maybe you’re just into weird shit, dude, everyone is,” Kirishima piped in.
Midoriya flushed a deep red, realizing that he was  once again  muttering his
intimate thoughts for the world to hear.
He had to break out of that habit.
Kirishima laughed at Midoriya’s flustered and scandalized look. “Listen, relax.
No one’s gonna judge you for that.”
“No, nope, I know plenty of people who would judge him for that.”
“Okay,  some  people will judge you for that,” Kirishima rolled his eyes at the
blond. “But  we  won’t! And you’re finding out about that shit with us, the
chillest dudes.”
Midoriya frowned, collecting his thoughts and breathing. “How’s that supposed
to make me feel better about this stuff?”
“Well,” Kaminari cut in, crossing his arms on Midoriya’s lower back and leaning
his head on them. “For instance, you get to just bask in all of your kinky shit
with no fear,” His finger tips traveled up Midoriya’s spine, sending miniscule
electric currents on every bump of his bones, turning the boy’s body into a
shivering mess. “No restrictions, no judgement,” Kaminari’s hand reached
Midoriya’s face, fingertips brushing against his lips with buzzing electricity,
yellow eyes darkening as they met with wide emerald ones. “Just us, helping you
sort out what you like.”
Kirishima’s hands joined in, one stroking Midoriya’s hand softly, and another
wrapping with surprising tenderness around the back of his neck, hardened
fingers caging him in place. The redhead kissed his temple, “We’re gonna be
safe and go slow, if you wanna do it. Just dudes being bros.”
“Just bros being dudes,” Kaminari grinned.
Midoriya wondered faintly if that’s how it felt to have a heart attack. Every
limb of his buzzed with anticipation, his heartbeat drumming wildly in his
ears. If there was any ounce of regret still in him at that point, the hot,
hard, and electrifying touches melted it right off, along with his shame.
Midoriya swallowed once, breathed twice, and then he licked his lips before
smiling at the boys.
“Alright. Okay…” He bit his lower lip, feeling shivers down his spine. His
exhilarated heartbeat a wild lusting monster under his ribcage, threatening to
take over every inch of his body and will. Midoriya swallowed once again,
pondered, considered, and realized the monster was nothing but need, and the
threat nothing but a wild mess of desire. Both of them simply parts of him he
had not yet experienced with such intensity, if at all.
Lust, desire, need, hunger. He took it all like a name, a warped alias for a
persona he wasn’t ready to let go of, not just yet, not after everything he had
experienced in these past few days.
There was no wish to stop himself from saying the words that rolled off of his
tongue so naturally, like a scripted line he had run through his head a
thousand times before the play.
“Mess me up, boys.”
Kirishima and Kaminari both gave him a toothy grin, and it would’ve looked
menacing if Midoriya didn’t know them well enough. He knew they were just happy
with how much trust he just put upon them.
And he also knew they were excited with the possibility of fucking him as well.
That much he would be honest to himself about.
Kirishima moved to sit down cross legged in front of Midoriya, tapping his own
lap with a smile.
“Lay your head down so you can relax.”
Midoriya blinked at him, quite shamelessly staring at Kirishima’s erection
pressed against his own belly, feeling bad about the possibility of just laying
down and ignoring it, but before he could think about his options, Kirishima
gently led Midoriya’s head to his own thigh with the hand gripping his nape.
Midoriya felt Kirishima’s softened fingers stroking the back of his neck and
turned to watch Kaminari pouring some lube on his hand, spreading it along his
fingers.
Kirishima reached over to press down on Midoriya’s lower back, coaxing him to
lay down flat with his stomach on the pillow underneath it, his hand then came
back to stroke the boy’s neck.
Kaminari rubbed circles on his asscheeks, before he spread them apart, finger
rubbing idly against his hole. Midoriya felt exposed, he knew for a fact there
was a blush creeping up his cheeks and neck.
“Relax, I’ll take it slow,” Kaminari said.
When the blond pushed his finger in, Midoriya reflectively tensed up. Kaminari
laughed a bit, “Feels weird?”
“Yeah, it’s… odd.”
“The first time is always weird,” Kirishima chuckled from above him. “I think
your body gets, like, conditioned to enjoy it because of what comes next.”
“What comes next…?” Midoriya found himself frowning in confusion.
“Okay, wait, wait, gimme a bit,” Kaminari cut them off. He slowly buried his
finger to the hilt and twisted it around, dragging a soft whimper from
Midoriya’s throat. “Okay, lemme find…”
And then his finger brushed hard against a bundle of nerves. Midoriya saw
stars , the moan coming from his lips a loud whine that he couldn’t hold if he
wanted to, back arching reflexively against the touch.
“There.  That’s  what comes next.”
Midoriya had a generic understanding of how anatomy worked, and he faintly
remembered learning about the prostate, which was supposedly the most sensitive
part of his body.
He never understood how sensitive it actually was until that moment.
“Please do that again, please,  god, please …” He heard himself begging.
Both boys chuckled softly at Midoriya’s whining, and Kaminari complied without
a beat, finger crooking and brushing against the bundle of nerves repeatedly,
moans toppling down Midoriya’s tongue in a cascade.
The second finger stung a little, and the scissoring felt weirdly pleasurable,
but the way Kaminari started finger fucking him and crooking them before
pulling out every time drove Midoriya to hump the pillow underneath him as his
whimpers became a string of begging.
The third finger stretched him almost painfully, but he brushed past the ache
easily, bracing himself for when the sting would turn into pleasure. By the
time Kaminari was scissoring him with four fingers, Midoriya was nearly fucking
the pillow in a desperate and frantic search for friction.
“Fuck, Midoriya, you stretch out quick,” Kaminari whistled, digging his fingers
deep as he pulled Midoriya’s ass cheek with the other hand, watching his own
work with a blush. “Think I can put it in now?”
“Maybe wait a bit--” Kirishima started, but was immediately cut off by Midoriya
himself.
“ Please ,” He gasped, hand clasped against Kirishima’s thigh. “Please put it
in,  please …”
The boys breathed in sharply, and Kaminari pulled out his fingers. He fumbled
with the condom packet, wrapping himself as quickly as he managed to. Midoriya
whined loudly at the emptiness, watching impatiently as the blond slicked his
own cock with lube.
Kaminari then angled himself, tip pressing against Midoriya’s hole. He licked
his lips, “Okay, breathe out.”
Midoriya knew for a fact it would hurt, there was  no way  a dick would just
fit inside him with no struggle, but the stretch was completely different than
the one from the fingers, and even though Kaminari pushed in slowly, Midoriya
hissed until the head was buried in, trying his very best to just relax.
Midoriya took a few seconds to speak. “Okay, go on…”
The blond slowly moved, spreading Midoriya open until he was buried to the
hilt. He bottomed out with a low groan, body leaning over Midoriya’s as he held
onto his waist with an iron grip, and rested his head on the back of his neck.
Midoriya winced, willing his body to get used to the feeling of intrusion that
stretched him open. He breathed a few times, listening faintly to the boys
above him groaning softly at the view.
“Kaminari,” Midoriya swallowed, turning to look at the blond as best as he
could, and licked his lips. “Move, please.”
The blond cussed under his breath with a smile on his lips. He pulled out
slowly, pushed in slower, working a rhythm that allowed Midoriya to get used to
the thrusting.
The ache and oddness gave way to pleasure each time, and Midoriya found himself
moaning against Kirishima’s thigh, one hand reaching back to grab at Kaminari’s
hips, pulling him closer, deeper,  faster . Kaminari stopped to quickly pull
his hips up, settling Midoriya on all fours, and before the boy complained for
him to move, Kaminari slammed his hips against Midoriya’s ass, cock buried deep
and hard, dragging a loud guttural moan from the green haired boy.
Midoriya found himself facing heavy lidded red eyes that seemed to stare right
back into his soul. He was suddenly so very aware of being fucked on all fours,
mouth hanging open as he moaned shamelessly with every thrust, and he felt for
a moment like he should’ve been embarrassed, should’ve tried to hold back his
moans, hide his face, but as he watched Kirishima jerking himself off with a
hungry look, staring at Midoriya like he was the most arousing view this world
could ever conceive, Midoriya’s brain graced him with an idea instead.
He licked his lips and reached for Kirishima’s wrist, pulling it away from his
cock. Midoriya barely noticed the redhead’s confused frown before he lowered
his head and swiftly wrapped his lips around Kirishima’s cock with no warning.
“ Oh holy fuck -” Kirishima groaned, hand immediately shooting to grab at
Midoriya’s hair.
The feeling of being stretched open and filled up was overwhelming, his throat
convulsed against the swollen prick that he forced himself to swallow around,
arousal allowing him to ignore the painful gagging. With every thrust from
Kaminari, the blond’s hips slapping against his, hands clutching at his sides,
Midoriya took more of Kirishima’s cock than he could handle, his breathing
turning labored and almost painful. The hand in his hair tightened and Midoriya
could hear both boys groaning and cursing under their breath.
It felt good.
God , it felt so good to make them feel good.
“ Fuck , Midoriya…” Kirishima hissed, gently pulling and pushing Midoriya’s
head with the rhythm. “You’re doing so good… god, you feel so good…”
Midoriya’s eyes rolled back as he moaned loudly around the redhead’s cock. He
grabbed at Kirishima’s thigh, bracing himself to force more of his cock down
his throat. Midoriya wanted more praising,  so much more . He choked and
writhed, hummed and whined, begging with his whole body.
Please tell me more .
Please tell me I’m doing good .
His own erection was nearly forgotten, bobbing indecently against his belly as
Kaminari’s thrusts became more and more erratic.
“Jesus  fuck ,” The blond groaned, leaning over to loom above Midoriya. “You’re
so damn tight, you’re sucking me in… feels so good Midoriya…” His voice was
labored, the word vomit finding its way out between pants.
Midoriya was so far gone. He never imagined sex could be so intense, which
seemed like a silly thought, but being able to moan loudly without worrying
about being caught, listening to praises between groans that were far from
muffled paranoid whispers, and having his mouth and ass ravaged all the
while... it was so much, it was  too much . His head spun with sounds too loud
to discern, the wet noises from the spit slicked cock sliding in and out of his
mouth and the hips slapping ass mingling together in what maybe could’ve been
repulsive, but he couldn’t find it in himself to find it anything but arousing.
The praises and curses groaned under labored breaths were a whirlwind in his
ears, turning his own mind into a mess of begging and pleading his mouth was
too full to spit out.
Kaminari’s hands found their way on Midoriya’s ass once again in a bruising
grip, the action itself already enough to add to the overwhelming touches and
movements all around him, but Midoriya noticed too late the intentions behind
the grip. Fingertips buzzed against his skin, and before the boy could properly
process the feeling, a small wave of electricity shot through the fat of his
cheeks, muscles immediately clenching under skin. Midoriya’s back arched
painfully in reaction, mouth pulling off of Kirishima’s cock as his head shot
back, a scream making its way out of his now empty yet soaked throat. Midoriya
coughed around his own spit when his head shot back down, limp, mouth gaping
and eyes wide. The noises around him were a muffled mess, his head spinning in
a crazed high he had yet to decide if it was pleasurable, despairing, or a
messed up mixture of both. Kaminari’s movements never wavered, and Midoriya was
violently brought back from the haze by the blond’s prick suddenly hammering
his prostate.
“See? Told you he was fine…” Kaminari spoke, sounding to Midoriya like he was
miles away. “It was a short voltage, he’s just hypersensitive now…”
“Dude, he looks so gone,” Midoriya was barely aware of Kirishima’s hand holding
his head up, the touch feeling like white noise against his skin, and the
redhead’s face looked so close, yet blurry. “You okay there, bud?”
I have no clue .
Midoriya nodded slowly, but was interrupted midway by Kaminari hammering his
prostate once again. The noises were mingled and messy, yet he could just
barely hear his high pitched moan that seemed nearly hysterical.
Spit pooled on the sheets directly underneath his gaping lips, but he couldn’t
bring himself to close his mouth.
Instead, he wanted to speak, to beg, he wanted sounds other than the garbled
mess of moaning to come out of his mouth.
“ Ag… ag… ain …” He barely managed to spit out, letters put together in a
haphazard way and sounds too far from the actual pronunciation. “ Aga… in… ag…
a… gai… aga... in… ” Midoriya tried over and over, hoping either of them would
understand if he just sounded the word enough times.
“ Again? ” Someone asked. Maybe Kaminari, since Midoriya didn’t process
Kirishima’s lips moving, yet he wasn’t sure.
He nodded frantically.
Kaminari complied with enthusiasm, and once again electricity washed over
Midoriya in gut wrenching, pleasurable waves from the fingers digging in his
ass. The muscles of his legs and lower abdomen clenched painfully, his brain
was a mess of warped and unfinished thoughts, and his eyes rolled to the back
of his head as he saw stars in his blacked out vision.
Hands found their way to his cheeks, large and warm, a calm haven in the
violent hurricane his mind and body were throwing him in. Midoriya leaned into
the touch, knowing he should be embarrassed about the drool running down
Kirishima’s wrists and the loud and unrestrained moans he barely had any
control over, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
“You’re so good, Midoriya, so good, you’re doing so good…” Kirishima peppered
his face with kisses, hand swiftly wrapping around Midoriya’s neck in a soft
squeeze.
The hand fit perfectly around his neck, and Midoriya tried so hard to find his
voice so he could ask Kirishima to squeeze harder, just to see how it would
feel. Everything was so overwhelming, the pleasure, the muscles straining from
the sudden electrical shocks, legs shaking violently from holding him up, his
prostate being hit randomly with such force he could only shiver and moan as a
response.
And then he was just  gone , his body trembled violently and his back arched
reflexively, his eyes rolled back as he let out a long and guttural moan.
Midoriya came untouched, strings of cum messing up the pillow underneath him
beyond salvation. Kaminari fucked him deep and hard throughout the entirety of
the orgasm. I felt like a high he couldn’t come down from even as his body
relaxed and his mind started to clear.
“Good, good, fuck, Midoriya, you did amazing…”
“So fucking good, fuck…”
The voices echoed in his hazy mind as he barely processed touches turning
gentle and sweet.
Then, a song started playing in the distance.
It sounded far away, but Midoriya knew it wasn’t that far. He faintly
recognized it, but quickly decided to ignore it.
He saw Kirishima look to his side, and then reach over to the floor beside the
bed, hand leaving Midoriya’s neck.
Suddenly, Midoriya’s own phone was held up in front of his face.
Call from All Might .
“Want me to pick up?” Kirishima said in a joking tone.
“ All Might ?” Kaminari whistled between groans. “You should pick up dude,
could be important. Not like you’re doing anything right now...”
Midoriya wanted to roll his eyes, but he barely had the strength to raise his
hand. His eyes zeroed on the  ignore  button, shaky finger pressing a wet digit
on the screen. He then pushed the phone from Kirishima’s hold, newfound
strength moving his arm so he could guide the redhead’s hand back around his
throat.
“Wow, you’re so gone you can’t even talk,” The redhead chuckled. “Does it still
feel good, Midoriya? You’re doing so well,  god , you’re so good…”
Kirishima’s other hand was wrapped around his own cock, jerking himself in
erratic movements, his eyes a dark shade of red that looked eerily like blood,
and Midoriya drank them in. The hand on his neck squeezed softly, and the hips
slapping against his ass were losing rhythm.
“Such a good boy, Midoriya...” Kirishima groaned.
“So fucking good, taking it all in so nicely…” Kaminari moaned.
“Doing so well, so good…”
“ Fuck , I’m gonna come…”
“You’re gonna take it all in, yeah? You’re a good boy, gonna take it all in…”
“ Fucking Christ Midoriya …”
“Open your mouth, open up, c’mere…”
The boys came almost simultaneously. Kaminari buried himself in Midoriya’s ass,
body covering his as the blond gripped his ass painfully, pumping the condom
full of cum. Kirishima then pulled Midoriya’s head down, thrusting up into his
mouth as warm spurts of cum filled Midoriya’s throat. He swallowed it all like
a parched man, the bittersweet taste reminding him lightly of Bakugou’s semen.
Midoriya pulled off, cum running down his lips as he laid his head on
Kirishima’s thigh.
After a long while of nothing but the sound of the three boys panting loudly,
he suddenly became aware of Kaminari’s unbearable weight on top of him.
“You’re… crushing me… Kaminari…” He sputtered out between gasps.
Kaminari pushed himself up and pulled out of him, the newfound burn around his
rim making Midoriya hiss with the action, but he was relieved to finally allow
his legs to give in, and plopped down on his side heavily.
The blond laid down right beside him, pulling him in for a hug that felt so
impossibly comforting.
“You doing alright down there?” Kaminari chuckled.
Midoriya barely managed a hum, which brought a tired laughter to the other
boys.
“Scooch, I wanna lay down,” Kirishima tapped his head lightly, but Midoriya had
no intention to move, which prompted the redhead to manhandle his head out and
away from his thigh as Midoriya whined all the while.
Midoriya felt the pillow being pulled from under him and whined some more, he
then heard Kirishima’s footsteps away from the bed and then back again,
probably to throw out the condom that Kaminari had just tied up and tossed on
the ground.
The redhead’s warmth suddenly enveloped his back as Kirishima lay down right
behind him.
The three boys were left in a comfortable silence that lasted a few peaceful
minutes, interrupted only by Kirishima.
“Why do you have All Might as a contact in your phone?”
Midoriya sighed, amused. “Of all the things that happened today, that’s the
most unbelievable one?”
“The second most unbelievable was you  swallowing ,” The redhead mocked, chest
rumbling against Midoriya’s back as he laughed.
Midoriya and Kaminari chortled along, the boy surprisingly finding no shame in
him from the comment.
“It didn’t taste bad. I thought it’d be a waste to just spit.”
“Yeah, I eat a lot of fruit.”
“You know that’s just a myth, right?” Kaminari pitched in.
“You say that because yours tastes like crap and I wouldn’t swallow if you
paid  me to.”
“Really? Huh,” Midoriya hummed, suddenly curious.
“Yeah, want me to dig up the condom from the trash so you can see it for
yourself?”
“Oh my  god , gross, Kirishima!” Midoriya snorted, lightly elbowing the redhead
behind him.
The laughter from the three boys died in another comfortable silence. Kirishima
sneaked his arm under Midoriya’s head while the other hand rubbed soothing
circles on his hip, and Kaminari buried his nose in Midoriya’s hair. Midoriya
softly pressed his lips against the salty skin of the blond’s chest and
intertwined his fingers with the redhead’s.
It felt so warm and peaceful. Midoriya’s entire body was heavy with exhaustion,
yet it buzzed with contentment. The spot between both boys felt eerily like
home, a quiet and warm spot of heaven that shielded him from all of the
infernal thoughts and feelings that were promptly fucked and kissed out of him
in the span of an hour.
A long beat of silence followed, and exhaustion nearly drove Midoriya into a
slumber, before Kirishima shifted behind him. The redhead sat up and loomed
over him, eyes suddenly searching.
“Are you alright?”
Midoriya blinked. “Yeah… I am. Why?”
“We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
“No… I mean… I might have some bruises, though I can’t see them now… after all,
electricity can burn the skin, and your quirk can make your skin rough and
sharp, and uh, there was some biting and stuff, so in that way yeah, I’m a bit
bruised, but…!! It’s not like I didn’t like it! I mean, I seem to be into some
weird stuff that I’m just finding out about and it seems like all of the stuff
I’m getting into gets me hurt somehow, and even though it’s really nice in the
moment I do need to figure out how to hide the bruises from--”
“Dude,  chill …” Kaminari chuckled from beside him. “We just wanna make sure we
didn’t do anything you didn’t like. You did say that was, uh… your first time
bottoming…”
“Y-yeah… I mean… yeah, I’m okay... you guys were… good…” He felt the blood
rushing to his cheeks.
“Just good?” Kirishima smirked, mocking.
“Pretty… good…” He mumbled, flustered.
Both boys laughed before Kaminari spoke. “I’m glad it was good. I mean, fuck,”
He whistled. “If you told me this morning I’d be having a threesome with the
classroom pretty boy and the classroom sweetheart  today  I’d be laughing at
you… yet here we are.”
Kirishima huffed out another laugh, crimson eyes zeroing in on Midoriya once
again. “Yeah… I didn’t take you for the type to, you know, do any casual stuff…
not that it’s bad! Just, you know…”
“Heh…” Midoriya lowered his eyes, searching for shelter from the two pairs of
eyes on him. “Yeah… it’s not like I’ve been doing that stuff for a long time…
I, uh, I hadn’t even had my first kiss until yesterday…”
The collective gasp made him shrink further. Was he really seen as such a
prudish person?
He distantly wondered how many casual fucks it would take to completely destroy
that image.
“Wait, then when was your first time?” Kaminari asked with an amused tone.
“Yesterday.”
“You’re  fucking with me …”
The boys looked at each other with amused smiles.
“Shit, were you really a virgin through and through until yesterday?”
“I mean… I blew someone the day before…”
The cackling should’ve made him feel embarrassed, even offended, but Midoriya
couldn’t help laughing along. There wasn’t a mean bone in these boys, and to be
honest, his history of intimacy really  was  amusing, there was no getting
around it.
He went from first blowjob to first kiss and first time to first threesome in
three days,  in that order .
Yet… he felt no sense of shame or embarrassment.
Hell, it felt kind of fun.
There wasn’t an ounce of regret that wasn’t directly connected to All Might,
the mentor being the only thing truly keeping him from continuing his lewd
misadventures. The only reason All Might even wanted him to stop was because
Midoriya kept doing things publicly, kept getting caught, and was unsafe in all
sorts of ways. Maybe, if he made sure none of that happened again...
Midoriya licked his lips, thoughtful.
They decided to sleep on the same bed. It was cramped but comfortable enough,
and after manhandling a lazy Kaminari out from above the blankets and turning
off the lights, Kirishima managed to get them all to lay down on the bed so he
could throw the blanket over them.
The thump on the floor startled Midoriya a bit, and he sat up to look over
Kirishima’s shoulder to examine the source of the sound.
“What’s up?” The redhead asked from under him.
“I don’t… ah!” Midoriya climbed on top of Kirishima, using the redhead as
leverage to reach the floor. “My phone, it just dropped.”
“Heavy! Heavy!” Kirishima chuckled, easily pushing Midoriya off of him and back
on the bed.
“You gonna call teach All Might back?” Kaminari snorted from beside him, eyes
searching Midoriya’s screen.
“No!” Midoriya hid the screen on his chest, frowning at the blond. “I was just
checking stuff.”
The notification of a lost call wasn’t on the screen, and Midoriya hummed
curiously at it, but decided to just lock the screen and shove the device under
his pillow.
“Alright, it’s late, let’s go to sleep, we got studying to do tomorrow,”
Kirishima yawned, hugging Midoriya from behind.
Kaminari just pressed himself against the wall, arm stretched out to hold
Midoriya’s hand and one leg on top of his. He seemed like the type of person to
sleep like a starfish and the whole threeway ordeal must have thrown him off.
Midoriya chuckled under his breath, watching Kaminari’s frown deepen over his
closed eyelids, no doubt from the lack of space for his limbs to stretch.
Kirishima seemed content enough with spooning, and his breathing settled into a
soft rhythmic hum not long after he adjusted his limbs to tangle with
Midoriya’s.
The silence in the dark room was a peaceful one, and after all the noises that
beat against those walls during the night it was an awkward quiet, and Midoriya
couldn’t find it in himself to sleep. The bruises all over his body ached
distantly, not enough to bother but enough to annoy, and he knew for a fact
sitting down was going to be a painful task for the next couple of days, at
least.
Midoriya’s mind wandered wildly in the dark bedroom, with the other boys sound
asleep. From the supposed guilt he couldn’t find in himself (yet he somehow
knew he should have) to the smallest thing…
No  missed call  notification to swipe away. It was such a small thing, but he
couldn’t keep his mind away from the thought.
He hummed thoughtfully once again, picking up his phone from under the pillow
with slow, deliberate movements so that he wouldn’t wake up the other two. The
screen lit up bright in the dark and he muffled a squeal before shoving it
against his chest. He quickly turned down the brightness under the covers.
Calls… missed calls…  nothing.
Before the frown could fully form between his brows, it was quickly replaced
with understanding... and then wide eyed  dread .
Received calls.
← All Might
042XXXXXXX
Duration: 01:03
Midoriya fought to keep his breath still and quiet, eyes wide and unblinking on
the barely lit screen, until it turned off by itself. The room was once again
washed in darkness and silence, both of which were suddenly far from
comforting.
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