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Another day... another fucking cluster fuck.

Izuku pressed his back against the cool brick wall, his breath coming out in soft puffs, fanning around his freckled cheeks. Some might ask why he was out in the middle of the night, standing in a dark alley. Really, he should be asking himself what the hell he was doing. Well, he knew why. Now, he’d never admit that he’s hiding. He’s not. Nope. No one can make him admit it.

Except that’s what he’s doing.

Dropping his head back, he looked up at the night sky. Stars shined so brightly, they felt like they were falling closer to Earth. He always loved laying out at night with his pops, waiting for his dad to come home from patrol and join us. A few times Aizawa freaked out when he was laying in the snow during break. It seemed like there were only a few nights when the sky was clear.

The fall air circled him, cooling his heated cheeks. If only it would cool down his racing heart. God, it felt like it was going to burst from his chest any second. Was it the outfit? Ground Zero is sex on legs. The way his shirt hugs his torso exposing his very firm chest. He carried a lot of his strength in his upper body due to the explosive quirk he had. Izuku wanted nothing more than to question the villain. Stupid brain of his.

But his favorite part of the villain had to be his eyes. That stupid crimson color had quickly become his favorite.

“What the hell am I doing?” he said barely above a whisper. If his dad could see him now... he’d flip a damn gasket.

Wanna know what he’s doing?

Izuku was currently hiding from his crush. A very big crush on a very big super villain.

Yes, he’s an idiot, okay? But who wouldn’t fall for a super sexy hot blonde with an attitude that matched the big bulge in his pants.

Wait what?

He was not and will not ever be attached to that man. Or any men. He was straight. Straighter than a damn board. Yup. He wasn't and will never be attached to men. There's nothing wrong with liking them. His dads are gay for each other, but it wasn't his thing. First the sex was confusing. Something going up an exit only... Izuku shudder at that the thought. Could it really be that... good? Jeez now he was thinking about butt stuff.

He carded his scarred hand through his ruffled curls and let out a heavy sigh. "What's happening to me?" Did someone have answers? He needed answers. Like right now answers because he can't be thirsting after a villain, right?

Two Weeks Earlier...

"Surrender." Izuku has about had with this... this asshole!

Ground Zero smirked wickedly down at him, hands on his hips as he leaned over the edge of the building. For a villain he was very attractive. "Hey there, De-Ku." Izuku glared up at him, green sparks crackling along his skin. This guy pissed him off to a new level. Worse than All for One. He was cocky, self-centered and thought he was top dog. And on top of that, his voice... was something he could listen to all day. "How's it going, bunny?"

"Don't. Call. Me. That." He growled through gritted teeth. Izuku pushed down the flutters dancing in his stomach. What the hell was happening to him!? Narrowing his eyes up at the villain, he forced his gaze on the stupid black eye mask. If only he knew who was behind the mask, this all would be over.

The villain's smirk turned into a wide grin. “Oh, did I strike a nerve, sweet thang?” Ground Zero took a step and fell, landing a foot away from him. This is it. He can finally capture this asshole and be done.

He was so done.

This villain hit buttons he didn’t know existed.

“Well, look at you.” Zero whistled lowly, crimson eyes trailing slowly along his body. “Damn, you’re sexy.” Izuku scowled. “Now that’s cute as fuck.” Zero propped his heavy combat boot against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. Izuku glanced down at the pecs pushing out of the top of his low cut shirt. Who wears that stuff?! It’s distracting... why is it distracting? “I think we should talk, dontcha think?”

“I think you need to be arrested.”

Zero tilted his head, watching him. “Do I? Can you name my crimes?” Izuku’s mind instantly went blank—and no, not because of the sexy man in front of him. There were crimes. There had to be a list ten miles long! “What? Cat got your tongue?”

Izuku swallowed dryly. “T-There’s a lot of them! Once I get these cuffs on you, I’ll tell you.” Please don’t call his bluff... please don’t call—

“Oh, baby, I’d let you cuff me any time, any day.” Zero licked his lips, “I’d let you tie me to the bed and sit on my face if you wanted to... play with your little cock... pretty little hole...” Izuku stumbled back at just the thought.

“T-That’s enough!” Izuku tried to sound stern, but his voice trembled slightly. “I’m not g-gay!” he blurted.

What the hell was happening to him?!

Zero ran his tongue over his teeth with one more slow glance over him. “Are you sure about that?”

“Am I...” Izuku gulped, “Am I really attracted to men?” Never in his life has he ever given it a thought. There was nothing wrong with it. He knew he would still be loved and accepted but to come out at the age of twenty-five?

A cool breeze washed over his skin, chilling his bones as he waited for a sign. Any sign. It could be a cat rubbing up on his leg and he’d take it. Anything...

The last two weeks have had him in a choke hold. Ground Zero has been the center of attention. Both outside and inside the workplace. He wakes up thinking about the villain. Goes to bed thinking about the villain. Dreams of the stupid villain.

Was this like what they call a ‘gay panic’?

“I-I’m not g-gay...” Japan’s Sweetheart cannot like men. His eyes grew wide at the thought. He’s watched his friends over the years. Every single time one of them came out with someone on their arm, the world went crazy. Todoroki is one of his closest friends, and he came out to the world right after high school with Denki on his arm. There was hate, love and drama.

It died down after a year and attention moved on to another couple.

Izuku on the other hand was a special case... he’s been shipped with and paired with everyone that looks at him. The world that Melissa was his girlfriend for years no matter what he said. Well, until she got married then there was a whole cheating scandal.

Ugh. That was awful. The world treated her like crap. Hell, it was probably the first time he ever didn’t smile on camera.

Izuku closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. Dad would know what to say... pops would too. I’m just not ready to open that door yet. He snorted loudly. “Yeah, dad would be pissed if I said I liked the world’s most wanted villain.”

After a few more minutes of peace, he pushed off the wall and headed home. He really enjoyed evening walks. There weren’t many out to ambush him for pictures or autographs... or marriage proposals.

That was the worst.

Nothing like breaking a heart every day.

Pulling his keys from his pocket, he ran the pad of his thumb over the Eraserhead keychain. His dad—yes Eraserhead—gave it to him back at UA when he had to go on a mission in third year. Aizawa was always there for all of Class 3-A, overlooking, giving guidance and just being a solid rock. Eraserhead was his hero... he saved him back when he was fourteen.

“I’ll always be with you, Problem Child. Keep it close.

“Are you sure about that?”

Izuku flinched hard.

No, he wasn’t sure anymore.

“Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Izuku groaned loudly, pulling the pillow over the top of his head. A laugh bounced off the walls, getting louder and louder with heavy footsteps to follow. “No, no, no! We need to get up and have some breakfast, go for a run and shower all before work!”

Some days he wanted to murder Kirishima.

“Ei... please... shuddup.”

“Damn, boo, what’s got your dick in a twist?” Kirishima questioned with a fake pout.

Izuku threw the pillow at him and rolled over with his back to the hero. “Nothing, butthole. Couldn’t sleep.” It was quiet for a second then suddenly, a heavy body draped over his back, hugging him tightly. “E-Ei!” he groaned at the weight. He always thought he was the heavier out of the two but feeling it on his back, Kirishima won that battle.

Kirishima nuzzled his head with his chin. This big lug was nothing but a teddy bear. It was always funny when a child feared him because of his sharklike teeth. Kirishima won’t even kill a spider. He lets them go free! Picks them up with his bare hands! “What’s going on with you, Zuku? You’ve been weird ever since that villain showed up.”

Rolling over, he switched places and laid on Kirishima’s chest. Kirishima was a very touchy person but swore the first time that it didn’t mean he was coming on to him. Izuku was so touch starved that he didn’t mind. He still didn’t. Kirishima gave the best cuddles. “How did you know you were bi?”

“Bro, I only like you like a bro.”

Izuku rolled his eyes with a snort, “Yes, Eijiro, I know. I don’t want to see your dick any more than I already do.”

“I have a nice dick,” Kirishima poked him lightly in the cheek, teasing. “I can even make it super hard—”

“That was one time, Ei! I asked one time, and we agreed to never bring it up again!” Izuku turned, burying his nose into the crook of his friend's neck. One drunk night he asked his best friend if he could use his quirk on his cock. They both agreed to never ever bring it up again. He was mortified. “Just answer the question!” he begged.

Kirishima gently pulled him away from his body and sat up until they were both facing one another. “What’s really going on, Izuku?” Concern filled his soft red eyes, all hints of humor gone.

“I-I...” Izuku interlocked his sore fingers and twisted them, using the pain to ground him. “I may have a tinycrushonaguy.” He rushed out.

“Uh, bro, I didn’t get that last part.”

Izuku took a deep breath, “I may like a guy and I’ve never liked a guy before! It’s weird! I don’t hate it! I like it and I hate that I like it! It won’t work! I’m Japan’s Stupid Reckless Sweetheart! I’m supposed to marry some sweet woman who wants to have babies and a house and a dog! I’m supposed to want that! Don’t get me wrong, I do want it but with this guy that can’t be mine—”

“Damn... I walked in at the wrong time.”

Kirishima frantically got off the bed and stumbled after his so called brother. “Nope! Hito! Get the hell back here and deal with this!”

Shinso tried to bolt out the door but the hero snatched his wrist, yanking him over to the bed. “No! No! Let me go you big Geodude! I didn’t sign up for this shit!” Shinso whined, tugging on his trapped arm. “I already had therapy with dad! I don’t want it fucking again!”

Izuku gave him an unimpressed look. “No, it’s fine, Toshi, I’m not having a mid-life crisis or anything!”

“You’re twenty five, shut up.” Shinso deadpanned.

Kirishima pushed the shorter man onto the bed next to him before popping down back in his spot. “Izubro needs us, Hito, get it together.”

“I need coffee, not this bullshit.” Shinso grumbled.

“And I need you to help me!” Izuku shot back. “I can’t be gay.”

Shinso let out a tired sigh, “It’s bi, dumb butt. You still like pussy—”

“TOSHI!” Izuku squeaked.

“Or not?” Shinso muttered, “But now I’m curious, have you ever touched a one?” Izuku opened his mouth, “And no, you coming out of your mom’s vag doesn’t count.”

Kirishima legit gagged. “Dude, can you not? Denki and Sero are nasty enough on a daily basis.”

Izuku flicked his brother’s nose. “What I was going to say was yes, I have. Thank you very much.” He turned up his nose, crossing his arms over his chest. How the hell did it come to this?

“Momo landing on your face second year doesn’t count either.” Shinso so nicely pointed out. “I mean like fingers, tongue, dick deep in one.”

“Ha!” Kirishima snorted out a laugh, “You couldn’t look that girl in the eyes for the rest of the summer!”

Izuku at this point was just pouting. “You two are so mean to me.”

The purple hair man laid his head in his lap with another tired sigh, “Zuku, it’s okay to like guys and it’s okay to like girls. Nothing’s wrong with that. I like both, pops likes both, Eri—”

“Please stop—” Izuku groaned. Hearing about his baby sister’s sex life made him want to vomit.

“She likes straight up pussy.” Shinso smirked slightly, “Nothing wrong with that. Japan’s Sweetheart is allowed to like who he likes.”

Kirishima nodded in agreement, “And if anyone says differently, they’ll deal with us.”

Izuku nodded, biting down on his lower lip, rolling it between his teeth. But was it okay to fall for a villain?

Chapter Text

“Damn, sweet thang, your ass looks extra scrumptious today.”

Izuku whipped around, lifting his arm to punch the cocky asshole in the face but a hot gloved hand caught it quickly and another landed on his hip. “Ground Zero...” He gritted out.

He never noticed before... but he had to look up at the villain to meet his gaze. Damn it. How the hell is that fair?! Ground Zero had to be over six feet tall. Izuku opened his lips to do something—anything!

Why is my heart in my stupid throat?! Did I like that he’s taller than me?! No! NO! NOOOO!

Zero gently pressed his wrist over his head, holding it against the cool wall. “I caught you, bunny.”

“And I’m going to arrest you!” He somehow managed to choke out and not sound like an idiot.

A soft sigh escaped the taller man’s lips. Izuku didn’t like the way it danced over his freckled skin, raising bumps to the top of his skin. “Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, how much longer are we going to dance? Well, we can dance if it’s you with no clothes in my lap... maybe even on my cock.”

Izuku shook his head wildly, “No. Never.” He faced the villain head on and just pictured Shiggy with all the nasty fingers growing from his body. Yeah. There wasn’t a super sexy man with the world’s best pecs inches away. “N-Not even if you were the last man on Earth.”

Zero arched a perfectly groomed brow, “Is that so?” Before he could think of a response, a hand landed on— “Huh. It looks like your mind and body aren’t on the same page, bunny.”

Izuku brought his knee up before he could think to stop and slammed it into the taller man’s groin. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Zero stumbled back with a painful groan. “Damn, baby, no need to be mean.” Izuku reached into his belt for a pair of quirk cancelling cuffs. “Now you’ll have to kiss it and make it better.” The cuffs clanged to the ground as he stared at the blonde in shock. Something had to be wrong with him if his own dick was hard for a villain.

“W-What?”

The villain raised a brow as he ran his gloved hand over the bulge in his pants. “Oh, you sweet baby gay.” Zero laughed softly with a shake of his head. “How about I give you some homework, sweet thang. You look up gay porn and...” Zero slowly stalked forward and reached out, tucking a curl behind his ear. “I’ll do the same and call out your name as I cum all over myself.” Zero leaned down and lightly ran his lips over his cheek, “Until next time, dollface.”

Izuku barely heard the explosion over the pounding in his ears. He barely noticed how his hand came up and touched the warmed skin on his cheek. “W-What is wrong with m-me?”

After that disaster of a battle—could he even call it that? Nothing happened. Well, not true. A lot of things happened but the biggest one was the boner he couldn’t seem to get rid of. Izuku decided to take the rest of the day off. Iida looked at him like he was crazy but he didn’t care at this point.

The boner was still there!

Izuku made quick pace to the locker room, he sighed in relief to see it was empty and quiet. Stripping off his suit as fast as he possibly could, he grabbed his shower caddy and towel, walking straight into the last shower stall. Never in his life has he ever been more thankful for closed doors in the showers.

“Go away, you stupid boner.” he glared down at his dick. “We don’t like him, and you need to get with the memo. Now.” Izuku sighed heavily. “Naked Recovery Gir—” A gag forced out of him. Slapping a hand over his lips, he managed to keep his lunch in his stomach. “What is going on?” He whispered quietly.

What would his hot hands feel like on my bare skin?

“Nope! Stop it right now!” Why the hell was his body and now mind against him!? “Ugh because that stupid butthole is dreamy…”

Oh god, he needed to stop. Now.

Izuku bit down on his lip as his scarred fingers trailed over his hot length. “Mmm…” When was the last time he got off? Maybe that’s why he was so horny for a villain. Yup. That’s it. He just needs to get laid. Someone to pound into next week… or maybe someone to pound him?

I bet Zero could do it

He groaned a little loudly, gripping the base of his aching erection. “Me? Pounded? I don’t do butt stuff.”

Why did the words taste like a lie?

Looking down at his throbbing length, he slowly let go finger by finger and brought his arm up to brace himself on the wet tiles. He’s never really thought about ass play until Zero brought it up. Pushing all thoughts and warnings from his mind, reached behind him, running his fingers over his perky ass.

The hot water suddenly felt like ice against his lower back. “D-Don’t I need lube?” He didn't even own lube. Izuku shook his head slightly and pressed his forehead into his forearm as his fingers dipped between his ass cheeks. A shiver ran over his body causing goosebumps to rise to the surface of his skin. Was he really doing this?

pretty little hole...

Izuku bit down on his lip, holding back a whimper trying to escape his lips. Zero's voice echoed through his head at the same time his fingers brushed over his rim. That's it, baby, finger yourself... think of me while you cum on your fingers. Swirling a finger around his rim, he lightly pushed a few times before his finger slipped inside with the help of the water. "O-Oh..." he gasped out. The feeling wasn't bad... It surprisingly felt... good?

Izuku pushed his finger deeper to the second knuckle, reeling in a slight burn mixed with pure pleasure. He couldn't hold back his moan as he pushed even deeper and grazing something inside him. It felt like he was shocked from the inside out. do it again, baby... Izuku nodded absently and pressed harder on the spot deep inside him. "I-I—​" a moan cut off the words trembling from his lips. Oh, god it felt amazing. With one more single press against it, he came... untouched. "Z-Zero..." He whimpered, rocking back on his finger, riding out his overwhelming orgasm.​

The present slapped him in the face as he slipped his finger out of his ass and opened his eyes. He stared at the cum slowly sliding down the tiles in shock.

"I-I just moaned a man's name! I just came from my ass!" The worse part of all that... "And I liked it." Biting down on his lower lip, he rolled it between his teeth softly. "I moaned his name."

He pushed that very thought out of his head as he roughly scrubbed down his body. Maybe it was a fluke? That's a thing? Right? He just needs to go hookup with someone—a woman. He needs to hookup with a woman. Yes.

Izuku slapped off the water and grabbed his towel, drying his curls gently before moving down his body. "Izuku, you did not play with your ass. You didn't moan a stupid villain's name and you sure as hell didn't cum. Nope." He muttered to himself harshly. "No more. You'll go home and eat some ice cream,”

​Walking out of the shower, he padded across the room to his locker.

"Hey Izubro!"

Izuku yelped, spinning around so fast his towel came undone and dropped to his feet. "Ei! You know I hate that!" He snatched his towel off the ground and went digging for his boxers. "I thought you had today off." Maybe? He seriously couldn't remember those days. His mind was too focused on a certain villain.

Kirishima leaned up against the neighboring locker, "I wanted to get dinner with you. You've been ignoring my texts."

Izuku glanced at his best friend out of the corner of his eye. He sighed softly. Kirishima wasn't wrong. He was kind of ignoring everyone since these stupid feelings appeared. "The commissioner is up my ass about Ground Zero. I even get to have a meeting with the guy tomorrow bright and early." Kirishima winced, eyes softening. Izuku pulled on his boxers and pants before speaking. "And this whole crush on a guy thing isn't helping me." Izuku whispered.

"I know new feelings—big new feelings are scary man, but you don't have to go through it alone."​ Kirishima said seriously as he plucked the shirt from his locker and holding it out to him. "We don't have to go to dinner and talk about those big, bad feelings."

Izuku shot him a glare before pulling the shirt over his head, "And here I thought you were going to be nice." He rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag and slamming the door closed. "Look, Eijiro, I don't need you to pity--"

"Whoa! Bro!" Kirishima practically shouted, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'm not trying to be rude or pity you..." His ruby eyes softened with concern. "I'm just worried about you, Izuku, you did this years ago... I don't want you to push me away again."

Izuku huffed, "Fine, but you're buying dinner."

"Nooo!" Kirishima groaned, "You eat so fucking much, man!"

Izuku shot him a bright grin and hooked his arm with the taller hero. "That's the point, Ei." After a short walk down the street, they ended up at their weekly ramen shop. Ramen is the go to food most of the time. Whenever there’s a tough topic, ramen. Birthday, ramen. Night shift, ramen.

Ramen. Ramen. Ramen.

Kirishima hummed, red eyes scanning over the menu like he was going to pick something new. “So, Zu, what’re you getting?”

Izuku playfully rolled his eyes as he stared down at the menu, “I don’t know Ei, I was thinking a salad.”

A loud gasp rang out through the empty shop. “The disgrace!” Kirishima slapped a hand over his heart, gaping at him like a fish out of water. “You know the rules, Deku, we eat ramen in the ramen shop.”

“And you still look at the menu every time.” Izuku pointed out, glancing down at the menus between them. “We get the same thing.”

“What if I wanted to change it up?” The redhead argued.

“So, you can mix it up, but I can’t get a salad.”

“Are you really getting a salad, baby?” Izuku smiled brightly up at the woman who was raising an eyebrow back at him.

“Hi, Mrs. Kirishima! You look lovely today!” Izuku batted his lashes at her. “You know I’d never change my order on you, you make the best ramen in Japan.”

The woman gently patted his cheek with a smile. “That’s right.” This wonderful woman was one of Kirishima’s moms. She was the first female figure he latched on to back in first year. Izuku still wasn’t sure how Kirishima wormed his way in then his moms then Aizawa and the list grows longer and longer. “And what’s with his Mrs. Kirishima bullshit, young man.” Her thumb lightly ran over his freckled skin, causing him to lean in further to the warmth. “You know the rules.”

“I have two dads and two moms.” Izuku mumbled softly. “It’s a habit.”

“Mom! I’m ready to order.” Kirishima boomed.

Sanyu rolled her eyes, “I swear he’s like a dog.” She muttered to him before turning to her son and cupping his cheeks. “Same as every other time, baby?” Kirishima nodded happily. “I’ll be right back then.”

Kirishima watched his mom walk away from the table. “If you don’t tell me what’s eating at you, Zuku, then I will not only get your dads involved but I will bring in the big guns.”

Izuku narrowed his eyes into slits. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Mama will get you to slip within seconds.” Kirishima wasn’t wrong about that. Sanyu or mom is the gentle, kind and soft one. Kimi on the other hand—or as he liked to call her, mama—was the one to fix things, be his voice and stand in front of him like a shield from anything that could hurt him.

Huh... maybe mama could protect me from Ground Zero. There. Problem solved.

Izuku shook his head in defeat. He didn’t want anyone to know—let alone find out about his feelings for a villain. “Look, Eijiro... this whole bi-curious is scaring the crap out of me.” He whispered softly, gripping the fabric of his jeans under the table. “It’s making me... q-question a lot of things and I think I need to do it on my... own.”

Glancing up at the redhead, he found soft understanding eyes. “Bro, I get it. One minute you think it’s one way then you’re thrown a curveball.”

“It almost feels like being told I was quirkless all over again.” Izuku huffed, “I promise to come to you when I’m ready, okay?”

Kirishima still looked worried as hell, but he nodded, “I got you, man, whenever you need.”

At this point, he just hoped he had himself.

Ha. Who am I kidding?

Chapter Text

Izuku slowly pushed open the door to one place he called home. Sure, his apartment was home, but it wasn’t home. The smell of coffee hit him first followed by the sweet smell of homemade syrup. He crept through the threshold and winced at the loud squeak from the floorboards, giving him away instantly.

“Problem child.”

A sweet smile spread across his lips as he rounded the corner into the open floor plan living area. “Hey dad.”

Dark grey eyes looked him over. He swore the man was making sure there was no new scars or something. “In one piece I see.” Yup. He was right.

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Then you must be here for another reason, son.” Aizawa kicked the chair across from him out. “Sit.”

Izuku let out a long breath in relief, “It’s like you know me so well.” Toeing off his shoes, he crossed the room and set the drink carrier on the table. Aizawa slowly arched a brow. “I know, I know but I haven’t really been sleeping and I need… to talk to you.”

“You don’t need to bribe me with coffee to talk, Izuku, you’re my son. I’m a phone call away.” Aizawa grabbed his drink and took a long sip. “Though, I’ve missed the days you’d bring me coffee.” Third year, his first class was teacher aid with Aizawa, so he’d make coffee for him every morning or stop by his favorite café. Pops got tea and he wasn’t quite into coffee yet so protein shakes or hot chocolate for him on chilly days to help warm his hands.

Izuku grabbed his own ice coffee from the holder, popping off the lid. His dad glared at him as he pulled out a packet of protein powder. “Want some?”

“No.” he said flatly.

Izuku shrugged, dumping the powder into his drink. “Taste like dessert.”

Aizawa sighed tiredly. “Stop stalling, problem child.”

Damn it. He huffed out a breath, “Can’t get anything passed you, huh.” Izuku slowly swirled the green straw around, mixing the powder. “I…” he swallowed dryly. “I have a crush…”

Aizawa tilted his head, a few black strands falling loose from his low bun. “Okay, who’s this lucky woman?” Izuku sucked his lower lip into his mouth. The silence grew between them. He knew his dad understood what he was saying but he also wasn’t one to push him.

“Oh my god! It’s my baby green bean” Hizashi all but squealed as he entered the kitchen. “Why didn’t you wake me…” Hizashi paused a beat. “Did someone die?”

Aizawa sighed, “Problem child has a problem.”

Hizashi waved his hand, dismissing him, “What’s wrong, my sweet baby boy?” Izuku smiled a little when a warm body draped over his back. He was so lucky to have people around him who filled his touch starved heart. “I’ll fix it if dad’s too lazy.”

“Why am I married to you?”

“Hush. The baby is having a crisis, Sho.” Hizashi gently ran his fingers through his curls. “Go ahead, baby, tell me all about it.”

Izuku took a deep breath, relaxing into the touch. “I-I think I’m… bi.” Ya know. He didn’t expect a party or a round of applause, but the utter silence was not on the list. “Um… hello?”

Aizawa ran a hand over his face, “I feel too old for this conversation.”

Hizashi sat down beside him and took a hold of his scarred hands. “I’m sorry, greenie, I think we’re just a little shocked.”

“Same, pops, same.” Izuku mumbled.

“You have a crush on a man?” Aizawa asked. He nodded a little, keeping his gaze on Pops's hands. “Do you not like the idea of dating a man?” Izuku shook his head slightly. “I know you don’t like change, son.”

That was the thing. Izuku has had too much change in his life. This wasn’t like buying a new car or moving, this was something that affected his career as a hero, the way his friends saw him, his family. Everything.

Hizashi tapped his chin up until he met his loving green eyes, “Sweetheart, you know we love you no matter what, right? Gay, straight, bi, a unicorn—we will always love you.”

If they only knew…

Hizashi smiled, ruffling his curls. “Now, we should go over the importance of safe sex.”

Izuku whipped his head around in disbelief. There was no damn way he was about to get a sex talk at twenty five. No way. “D-Dad!”

Aizawa just sighed, looking more tired than ever, “Son, I can’t help you.”

Hizashi laughed, “What do you think? Top or bottom?”

“W-What?” He choked out.

“Top or bottom? Or both? Your dad and I are vers—”

“Oh my god! Stop!” He tried to rip his hands away, but Hizashi held a tight—but gentle grip. “I don’t and never ever want to know about you and dad in the bedroom!”

Aizawa stood from the table, “I need a drink for this.”

“DAD!” he cried, “Don’t leave me!”

Hizashi laughed loudly, “Well, if you’re a top then it’s pretty much the same with a woman, just a lot more prep. Foreplay can be your greatest ally.” Izuku needed a damn drink for this. “If you want to bottom, then you can either prep yourself or trust the person you're with. I always use the four finger rule.”

“D-Dad please save me!”

“Lots of lube and start with one. Don’t go jumping to three fingers.” This was a fucking nightmare. “And for the love of god, Izuku, please do not let anyone just shove it in.” Hizashi jumped from his chair and sprinted to the kitchen. He heard a few things clanks and murmurs before the blonde reappeared. “Okay, so let’s use this.”

“Pops… please…” Izuku begged. He was two seconds away from Gearshifting his way out the fucking door. “Dad!”

Hizashi placed a plate on the table... and on that plate was a powder donut. Izuku’s eyes widened in horror. “I know it may seem scary but that’s why we practice.” Someone... anyone... take him away. Where’s a villain? Some old lady? Ground Zero can kidnap him for all he cares. “Okay, so we’ll use oil as lube.” Hizashi took his hand and poured some oil all over his fingers. Izuku couldn’t believe this was happening. Hizashi lifted the donut, taking one of his oiled fingers and pushing it through the donut... hole. “It won’t be that easy at first. You’ll have to work it nice and slow.”

Izuku swallowed his tongue. He was legit fingering a fucking donut.

“Next, you add another finger.” When he didn’t move, Hizashi helped him add a finger next to the first. “See? It’s stretching to let them in.”

“I hate it here.”

Suddenly the front door slammed open, and he knew exactly who that was. “Dad! I need my extra capturing weapon! Mine got fucking... Oh ho! What do we have here?” Shinso took his place next to the blonde, looking smug as fuck.

“I’m teaching Izuku about prep!” Hizashi said proudly like he got an award from the mayor or something.

Shinso tilted his head, purple eyes glancing between him and the stupid donut. “Oh... my fucking god! Stop! T-This is fucking amazing!” He burst out laughing, “Can I record this? I’ll save it for your coming out story to Japan.”

Izuku gave him a dry look, “Shut it, Toshi.”

“Yeah. Finger that donut, Hero Deku.” Shinso moaned, taking another finger and adding it to the donut hole. “Nice and slow.”

“I seriously hate all of you.” Izuku grimaced at the oily, sticky mess of his fingers. Why couldn’t he just eat the donut? Such a waste. Hizashi ‘coached’ him through the rest of prep with Shinso moaning in his ear. He got up to four fingers and the donut was a crumbled mess on the plate. No more holes. No more fingers. I’m going to go back to being straight. “Am I done?”

“Pops, did you explain the prostate to him?” Shinso smirked wickedly. Yup straight it is.

“Your dad loves when I play with his prostate and blow—”

Izuku shot up from his chair, tripping over his own feet and tumbling to the floor. He dug his fingers into the wood floor, pulling him away from his awful parents and brother. “All for One! Come back and take me with you!”

Aizawa chuckled lightly, “Do you want me to get the condoms and bananas again? It’s different from putting on another dick.”

“Whose side are you on?!” He squeaked, army crawling to the living room.

“No one's but your face is so red it’s kind of entertaining.” Aizawa said with a shrug.

Shinso laughed from the kitchen. He swore he heard something about making a prep basket and that was enough for him to just surrender. No point in fighting anymore.

Izuku pouted, rolling on to his back. “I have a crush on a guy, and I don’t know what to do.”

Aizawa crouched down next to him and placed a hand on his curls, “Don’t force it but don’t fight it too hard. It’s a part of who you are.” His dad smiled softly, “We will still love you no matter who you bring home.”

Even a villain?

He wanted so badly to ask but just nodded and spent the rest of the morning watching movies, cooking and relaxing.

“Hero Deku,” The commissioner waved a hand to the chair in front of the stupidly large desk. “I wish we were meeting on better terms.”

Izuku watched the assistant quietly close the door from the corner of his eye. “I’m not sure I understand why we’re meeting in the first place, sir.”

“Ground fucking Zero.” The man slapped down paper after paper. File after file. Magazine after magazine. “You’re the number one damn hero and you can’t catch a single villain?!”

Izuku glanced over the pile of papers. “Sir, you do realize that—”

“No, Deku, I don’t. I don’t understand why you are slacking! I don’t understand why you are incompetent and can’t do your fucking job, Deku!” The commissioner shook his head angerly. “You’re becoming just as useless as your name.”

Pushing down any feelings that tried to rise to the surface, he linked his fingers together and looked at his boss. If he can even call him that. “One, you won’t talk to me that way. I’m the one out there risking my life and putting money in your pocket. Two, Ground Zero isn’t that big of a threat. Is he annoying?” Annyoing cute. “Yes but right now I’m looking into what his crimes actually are.”

“Oh, save it, Deku.” The man scoffed. “You’re doing that shit again where you tried to save Shigaraki and look how that turned out?!”

Well, that was a low blow.

“If you want to go out there and save the day, go ahead.” Izuku turned, grabbing the handle of the door and ripping it wood right off its hinges. “I’d love to see it.”

“How fucking dare you!” He shouted, jumping to his feet. “I can fucking end you with one phone call.”

Izuku dropped the door, turning to the man. “I’d love to see it.” He ran his tongue over his molars, “I have risked my life on more than one occasion. I was sixteen when I fought Shigaraki so I’m sorry that my goal as a hero was to save everyone with a damn smile.” The commissioner’s eyes widened. “Don’t talk to me about my job when all you do is sit behind a stupid desk, picking your ass all day.

“I will arrest Ground Zero when the time comes. I will charge him for his crimes.” Izuku let the smile slip from his lips. “And I will get you removed from that chair if it’s the last thing I do as a hero. Don’t test me. I have Japan on my side. Heroes and all. No one likes you but if you’d like to play that game... bring it.”

The commissioner turned bright red in pure rage. “GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!”

“It won’t be your office for much longer.” Izuku turned, leaving the room without another word. He stopped at the small desk next to the elevator. “I’m sorry if I made your day worse.”

The young woman smiled up at him. “As long as he leaves, I don’t mind.”

“You recorded it?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Thanks, Ann. Can you send it over to Nezu? I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of that.” He laughed softly as he pressed the down button.

Ann giggled. “Already done!”

“I’m glad you called. I don’t know how you deal with him every day.” Izuku stepped on to the elevator once the door dinged and opened.

“Oh, I put laxatives in his coffee every time.” Ann smiled proudly, “I get plenty of long lunches.

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh.

Chapter Text

“Mr. Bakugo, I have those designs for you.”

Katsuki glanced up, taking his foot slowly off the pedal of the sewing machine. “And?” He didn’t have time for this today. Not only was he working on an important project, but he hadn’t seen his little hero in days.

Botan gulped loudly, holding out the folder with shaking hands. “I don’t think you’ll... approve.”

He exhaled heavily through his nose. “Explain.” Katsuki pressed down on the pedal as he moved back to the white lace under the spotlight.

“You wanted pastels for the spring line... she u-um did—well, she went with bright and vibrant.”

Katsuki lifted his foot once again. “I’m fucking sorry, what now?” Getting to his feet, he rounded his workstation and grabbed the file. “I thought my email was fucking clear.”

Botan looked like he was two seconds away from puking. “C-Crystal sir! You stated pastel for the spring line!”

“Then why the fuck is she doing this?” He looked down at his assistant. “Where the fuck wasn’t I clear, Botan?”

“Um... permission to speak freely?” Katsuki grunted, “S-She doesn’t like you. I heard her talking about um... using you.”

The blonde ran his tongue over his teeth, taking a deep breath through his nose. “Thank you, Bo. I appreciate the hard work.”

“You’re angry.”

“No. Why would you think that?” he pondered.

Botan ran his hands over his black sweater. It was a rule of the company. Everyone wore black on black to let the colors around them flourish. “You c-called me Bo? A-And you aren’t cussing.”

Well, look at that, the kid knows him pretty well.

Katsuki glanced over the shitty designs and held out his hand. Within two seconds, Botan placed the stamp of denial in his fingers. “I want you to take Hugo with you when you return these. Tell the bitch she’s fired and will be blacklisted by the end of the day.” He smirked down at the shorter man. “Make it hurt, Bo.”

A slight glimmer fell over his opal eyes. “Permission to speak freely?”

“Of course.” Katsuki slapped the folder shut. “Here at Bakugo’s Designs, we are nothing but honest people.”

Botan nodded and bowed at the waist before skipping off to deliver the oh so good news. Geez, that kid could be cruel sometimes. That’s why the shortie was his assistant. Everyone wanted him for his money, company or fucking good looks.

If only they knew.

Katsuki became the CEO of Bakugo Design’s back when he was nine. Did he know what the fuck he was doing? No. He had a few of his parents’ friends help run the company until he was eighteen, then he took over to make his parents’ dreams come true.

Right now, he was the number one fashion company in the world. That’s fucking right. The fucking world, baby.

Sadly, his parents would never see their dreams come to life. They were ripped away from him before he knew what life was all about. Losing his parents at nine years old sucked. Not only were there no family members in Japan... none wanted him.

Katsuki was known as explosive. It didn’t help that explosions popped off his hands whenever he was fucking angry which was all the damn time. No one understood him. Katsuki lost the two people that loved him and everyone just turned their fucking eyes away.

On his ninth birthday, he was kidnapped. The villains tied him up and did a fucking broadcast—a damn live broadcast! The stupid fuckers wanted money. Why everyone was so greedy was something he asked himself every day.

What does money hold without someone to share it with?

Anyways, come to find out, his mom begged the fucking heroes to help her. She showed them the broadcast and said they had all the money ready to go. She just didn’t trust the villains not to kill him in the end.

The heroes did fucking nothing.

All Might turned his stupid ass cheek the other way without any guilt. Maybe Ma went to the wrong hero... maybe she should have found someone with a selfless heart that would have moved the fucking world to save him.

Instead, his parents went to the warehouse with the money and were shot the second they entered the building. Katsuki only got away because he blew up the fucking place. He got the money back and exploded the villains to pieces. At nine, he dragged his parents’ dead bodies to safety and waited for the heroes to come... they came too late.

The world changed that day. He saw everything in a new light. He saw that heroes only cared about money, fame and being in the fucking spotlight.

“Well, until you, my sweet bunny.” Katsuki propped his elbow on his desk, eyes looking over the most recent photoshoot of Hero Deku. “You would have saved them.”

A sigh slipped his lips as he pressed the photo face down to the desk. Hero Deku is a true hero. Katsuki has watched him fight with a smile on his lips every step of the way. He watched the live broadcast of that fucking fight back when he was a teenager.

A real fucking hero.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Sir!” Botan practically skipped into his office. “She’s out of the building! Hugo had to carrier her out!”

Katsuki chuckled, he couldn’t help it. “Did that make your day?”

“She even cried, sir!”

Maybe he’s corrupted the kid too much. He pitted the ones that had to meet the dark side of him. Katsuki carefully rubbed his tired eyes. These contacts were making him fucking crazy, but he couldn’t let anyone know that he was the great evil Ground Zero.

Evil? Sure. He ran around the city with a cute bunny on his tail, but he didn’t commit any crimes. His mama would come back from the dead and kick his fucking ass so hard, he’d end up in the grave with her.

For some reason, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Okay, he may have punched a few villains but other than that, he was harmless.

“Mr. Shinso is here!”

Katsuki watched the purple hair man walk through the door and close it behind him. “You never shut the door.”

Shinso gave him a lazy smile, “We have important things to discuss, and I know you won’t be at the bar tonight since your fashion show is six months away.”

That piqued his interest. “What’s so important it can’t be a phone call?”

“I should kick your ass for what you’re doing to my brother.” Shinso laughed, stuffing his hands into his dark skinny jeans.

“I haven’t done a single thing to him.” Katsuki said innocently, his fingers trailed over the white lace thong that had one more stitch before it was ready to be given to a very special someone.

Hmmm... white lace sitting right between those beautiful, freckled cheeks. Fuck, he’ll take them off with his teeth then eat that ass until he’s suffocating.

“Kats.”

“What, fucker.” he grunted, tracing the lace with his fingertips.

“You're making him freak the fuck out, man.” Katsuki’s lips slowly pulled into a grin. “Stop it, asshole, he’s got enough going on and doesn’t need you to be all up in his ass.”

Katsuki looked over at him, “And what if that’s where I want to be?” Shinso rolled his eyes. “What? I want to have those cheeks cut off my breathing.”

“I’d be disgusted but I just witnessed some crazy shit at home.” he shook his head slowly. “Promise me, you’ll be good to him.”

Katsuki folded his arms over his chest, his walls going up around him. “Is this the fucking brother speech?”

“Nah.” Shinso huffed, “He’s just really freaking out on this shit. I think he’s stuck on how Japan’s Sweetheart should be rather than him being who he wants to be.” Katsuki let his walls fall back to the ground. There were only a few people he ever had his guard completely down with. This was no longer a joking matter. Seriousness radiated off the man from across the room. “Look, I get the whole banter, back and forth crap but at the end of the day he has feelings for you, Kats.”

“That works fucking better in my favor—”

“It's not a damn game, Katsuki!” Shinso snapped. He’s never seen his friend like this. Not even in the many foster homes they lived in. “Izuku is pure fucking sunshine! That selfless asshole is literally looking into what crimes the commission has against you!”

“There’s no fucking crimes!” Katsuki shot back, anger slowly bubbling up to the surface. His hands were growing sweaty, and he quickly removed them from the lace panties.

“You sure about that?” Shinso challenged, “What about two years ago?!”

Katsuki swore under his breath, “I didn’t fucking mean to kill the bitch.” That may be the only true crime on his list. There was a villain a few blocks away from his building... he noticed her hanging around at certain times of the day. It didn’t take long to realize that she was following Botan home every day. “She was trying to take him to her crazy sex lair!”

Purple eyes shifted to the work on his desk. “I didn’t say it wasn’t for a good reason, but you killed a woman and left the body. It makes you guilty. Zu will see that you saved Botan, others won’t.”

“And what should I do?”

“Talk to Izuku.”

He knew that was going to be the next words from his friend’s mouth. He should sit down and talk to the nerd but who’s going to listen? Part of him believes that Izuku would listen... another small part of him, buried deep down is telling him it’s not safe. “I can’t yet.”

Shinso surprisingly nodded, understanding, “I get it.” And he did. Shinso was probably the only one that understood everything. Foster care sucked ass. Shinso’s parents were assholes and treated him like a villain. Katsuki glanced down to the scar on Shinso’s upper lip. That fucking muzzle. He wanted to shove it down the woman’s throat.

“Don’t look at it.” Shinso flipped him off. “You’d have some too if it wasn’t for your dumb quirk.”

Katsuki chuckled slightly. “Give me a little more time. I wanna get the nerd to listen to me before I go showing him who I really am.”

“Sometimes I hate that fucking mask, Katsuki, you don’t need to fucking hide who you are anymore.” Shinso’s tone always sliced him down the middle and tempted his feelings to pour all over the floor. “We ain’t defenseless kids anymore.”

“I’m pretty sure you got the fuck out of there, all thanks to Eraserhead.” Shinso ran his fingers through his hair, parting his lips to probably fucking protest. “No one wanted me. I got that and I ain’t holding it over your head. I was angry, explosive and deemed dangerous. I wasn’t big brother material or perfect son material. My parent's love was special... it was just for me. I didn’t need some second ass mother to kiss me good night every fucking night—”

“Kats, I know.” Shinso said softly.

“Don’t fucking do that.” Katsuki all but spat, “I don’t fucking want pity.”

Shinso slowly walked up to his desk and plucked the fabric off the machine. “Are you turning into one of those dark romance guys who stalks and leaves gifts in their apartment?”

Thank fuck for the subject change. He had gone past his limit today. “I think a cute little bunny deserves to have some cute little panties.”

“Are you trying to kill my brother?”

“No,” Katsuki smirked, flipping the frame up and resting his fist on his cheek, “I want him to be mine.”

Chapter Text

“Good evening, Mr. Midoriya.”

Izuku looked up mid text to Kirishima and smiled at the front desk clerk. “Hi, Dai. I hope your day has been good.”

Dai shrugged, “Not terrible actually. Though we have someone moving out so it’s been pretty busy traffic through here.”

“Aw. I hope it’s not Ms. Char on the fifth floor.” Izuku pouted slightly, “She still owes me cookies.”

“Nah, it wasn’t Ms. Cookie I promise.” Dai laughed, “A package was left for you.” Izuku raised an eyebrow in surprise. A small black package was placed on the counter, no shipping label, just his… hero name. “Some cute twink dropped it by a few hours ago. I tried to tell him that Hero Deku doesn’t live here but he just smiled and said, “I well aware of the rules Hero Deku has in place but do me a favor and give this to him. I promise he’ll enjoy it.”

Izuku frowned a bit, concern settling in his chest. “Did you—”

“Wiped and scanned. Nothing came up.”

Danger Sense wasn’t going off but he still wasn’t crazy about the idea of touching the box. Reaching out, he grasped it lightly between his two fingers. “I’ll deal with it, thanks Dai.”

Taking the elevator up to the upper floors, he stepped out and sighed in relief. Just a few more feet and he was home. All he wanted to do was climb into bed. It’s been a lot of late nights combing through file after file on Ground Zero. So far, he hasn’t found anything that would be worth slapping cuffs on the villain’s wrists.

It was more like he’s just an annoying pest.

Izuku pulled his keys from his jeans pocket and thumbed over his favorite keychain. No matter what life through at him, his dad was always a step behind him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Problem child,” Izuku couldn’t help but smile a little. His dad pulled him out to the back porch after Shinso finally left him alone and went to bother Eri about her big crush on Kota. Fake crush really, cause that girl was in love with her girl best friend. So Kota was more like an alibi but Shinso loved to give her shit for it. A lot of people got their full names used when the conversation turned serious but his would always be problem child. “We will love you no matter who you love. We would love you with or without a quirk. We would love you if you wanted to date Hitoshi—”

“Ew, dad, stop!” Izuku whined.

Aizawa smiled slightly, “I’m just saying if you fell in love with your stepbrother, we would figure it out.” Izuku nodded a bit, rubbing his thumb over the scar on his elbow. “I know you don’t want to tell us anything, but I want you to know that our love is unconditional. Nothing can change that.”

Izuku leaned heavily into his dad’s side, snuggling deeper once a warm arm wrapped around his shoulders. “He’s... different, dad.”

“Hmm.” Aizawa hummed.

“He’s l-loud and a pain in my butt sometimes...” Izuku let out a huff, a smile tugging on his lips. “He’s flirty, like really flirty and I don’t know how to handle it. He makes me feel a-alive, dad, like I’ve been lost but one touch from him... I feel so h-happy.”

Aizawa pressed a firm kiss to his head. “He sounds like a keeper.”

Izuku didn’t know how to tell his family that the guy he was falling head over heels for was a villain. One step at a time. Pushing the key into the lock, he pressed down on the handle, entering his dark... lonely apartment. He dropped the small box and hung his keys as he toed off his red sneakers.

“I’m home...” God, it was so depressing. He knew this was what it was like being a single grown adult, but he hated it. Maybe he should get a cat. Ugh. No, dad would probably steal it on the first out of town mission he had.

Izuku glanced over at the kitchen and sighed tiredly, “Not even worth that.” He’s been so fricken busy that his apartment has turned into a college house party but make it adult stuff. Take out containers, dishes, clothes... a little bit of everything covering the table, counters and floors.

After a long shower, he ended up in his office wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Three different files sat in front of him, all from different people. “Ground Zero arrived at the scene... Ground Zero arrived at the scene...” Izuku tilted his head, “Ground Zero arrived at the scene.” What was wrong with this picture?

Digging up a few older files, he flipped to the reports from the hero. “Ground Zero arrived at the scene...” Izuku leaned back in his chair, “Wasn’t he already at the scene?” All these reports had other villain’s involvement. Grabbing the stack off the floor, he started from the top. The same line after line after stupid line appeared.

“There’s not even a crime! ‘Ground Zero jumped from building to building letting off explosions before disappearing.’ and here’s another one ‘When taking down a purse snatcher, Ground Zero suddenly appeared, tripping the villain. I was unable to locate him once I made the other arrest and returned the purse.’” Izuku scratched the side of his head, “Has there been any? Why are we trying to arrest...”

Suspect wearing all black with orange colored accents disappeared down alleyway, fleeing from the scene of the crime. Female, 23, victim was found unresponsive. Cause of death, ‘explosion like blast at close range, face unrecognizable.

Jane Doe

23

DOA

Izuku flipped through to the crime scene photos. “He’s never gone after women before... this makes no sense.” He stared at the name listed on the bottom by the oh so lovely commissioner. Ground Zero

He spent the rest of the night looking up footage of Ground Zero, pictures of his explosions and anything he could get his hands on. The sun was already peeking through the curtains of his office when he stumbled upon the quirk database. It was a long shot, but he hoped it would get him somewhere. “Please give me something...” he whispered as he typed in a single word.

Explosion

Izuku tapped the enter key. The colorful wheel spun round and round. Fuck. What was he even looking for? What if he did find out who Ground Zero was behind the mask? What was he going to do? Ask him on a date? Arrest him? He was leaning more towards the date but still.

Ding! Closest Match Found!

Katsuki Bakugo

Frowning, he slowly dragged the mouse over and pressed on his name. “Katsuki Bakugo... Quirk Explosion.” He mumbled, his eyes scanning over the documents quickly, stopping on the incident report. “Incident report?” Clicking on that file, he was instantly hit with crime scene photos. A blonde woman and a man with brown hair, laying in a pool of blood.

There was so much going on. So much blood. He hasn’t even gotten to what happened before his heart sank to the pits of his stomach. A young boy with matching blonde hair to the woman, sat with a bag at his feet and a hand holding each of the deceased.

“O-Oh no...” Izuku whispered in horror. “You poor baby...” He scrolled past the photos, his fingers pushing on his trembling lip. He didn’t like this at all. No child should have to hold their dead parents bodies. Where the hell were the heroes?!

Upon arriving, the warehouse was up in flames. Young boy was found over ten feet away with two deceased. 35, male, Masura Bakugo and 34, female, Mitsuki Bakugo. Cause of Death: Single bullet wound to the back of the skull.

Katsuki Bakugo, 9, male, found with multiple burns on forearms and hands. Wrists and neck show similar bruising. The victim says he was tied with rope around wrists and neck. Please see below for further statement.

Izuku didn’t fucking want to click on it but he knew he had to if he wanted answers.

“Please state your name for the recording,” A female voice asked softly.

Katsuki cleared his throat, glancing at the camera in front of him. “Katsuki Bakugo.”

“Thank you, Katsuki,” The same woman spoke, “Can you tell me what happened today?”

The young boy shifted in his seat, red eyes looking anywhere but the camera or unfamiliar woman, “I was walking home from school... like I do every day.” he finally found a spot to lock his gaze on, his bandaged hands, “Someone came up and pressed a nasty cloth to my nose and mouth... I couldn’t fight back.” Katsuki picked at the corner of one of his bandages, lost in thought. His eyes looked almost glazed over like he was somewhere else.

“Go on.”

“I-I woke up and I was tied to a chair.” Katsuki whispered, “I heard them on the phone demanding lots of money.”

Izuku could tell that this boy was trying his hardest to be strong. Someone needed to hug that poor baby. He just lost his parents and now he’s reliving it?! Fucking stupid!

“The guy taunted me a lot. Said, I was going to die because my mom wouldn’t get the money... I-I just wanted to go home.” Katsuki almost whimpered, “It wasn’t too long before the warehouse door opened... my ma said she had the money and to let me go. She even said please... she don’t say please unless to me or dad.” He sniffled, “I didn’t h-hear dad say n-not to look... I just wanted to go home! I wanted to go home! Ma was going to make curry cause I got an A on my project! I wanted to go home!

“T-They shot them! My ma got the money, and they shot them!!” Katsuki’s hands began to smoke, burning through the healing skin as anger rose inside him. “No one helped them! I-I heard that guy outside fucking say that All M-Might turned his back! HE’S A HERO! A HERO HELPS PEOPLE! MY MA AND DAD NEEDED HELP! I NEEDED HELP!” A door banged open, but Katsuki just kept screaming, “I KILLED THOSE BASTARDS! I KILLED THEM UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT BUT PIECES!”

“Katsuki, swee—”

“No!” Katsuki snapped, his hands pooling sweat all over the metal table. “My parents are d-dead because of you. I had to drag their bodies out... I had to hold their hands so w-we would be t-together.” Tears began to stream down his reddened cheeks. “Y-You failed, and I lost the two people that l-loved me.”

Izuku slapped the space bar, pausing the video that was no longer clear. He wiped his eyes with his hands, running them down his face. “All Might... what have you done?” Get it together! He needed to find out the rest, but it broke his heart. If Katsuki was Ground Zero... it would make complete sense. The heroes didn’t even try to help the Bakugo’s and they died because they went alone. Izuku swallowed down his heartache and pushed through the rest of the report.

Katsuki inherited Bakugo Design’s but he wasn’t old enough to run the company. He was sadly placed into the foster care system due to... his actions— “What the fuck!?” Izuku blurted. “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Not only did this boy lose his parents but none of his relatives would take him in.

Aunt: I can’t have a quirk like that around my kids. He also killed people!

Grandpa: I’m too old to take him.

Cousin: I can’t.

No one wanted Katsuki.

Izuku frowned at the incident reports from his foster care agent. There were quite a few on this list.

Quirk use against a child

Quirk use against adults

Sent back to group home due to high temper

Returned to group home for hurting foster children

“Mute?” Izuku furrowed his brows, squinting at the word. “Ground Zero isn’t mute, that butthole never shuts up... after interview, Katsuki turned mute. He never spoke or asked for anything. His quirk was used for communication. Katsuki would scare the other children with explosions. Threaten them with his hands, same with adults.

Katsuki was finally placed in a home at the age of 14. Another child, Hitoshi Shinso, lived with the older couple. They exclaimed that Katsuki would be the perfect fit for their family. No incidents until eight months later. A neighbor called in a house fire when fire and police arrived, they found the parents tied up on the front porch. Small burns on arms and legs.

Katsuki was found in the front law with Hitoshi Shinso who was wearing a thin oversized shirt and a muzzle. Both boys were malnourished, covered in dirt and extremely dehydrated. The parents were arrested, and the boys were taken to the hospital. Katsuki was later put back in the group home—

Izuku frowned. It was like some of the report was erased. There were no more reports after that date... it felt almost like he died. Closing out of the report, he went to the search engine and typed, Bakugo Design’s

“CEO of Bakugo Design’s, Masaki Bakugo.” Huh? Who the hell is this? Izuku clicked on the link taking him to the main page. A man with blue eyes, blonde slicked back hair, in a well-tailored gray suit smiled back at him. “Cousin to the late Bakugo family has promised to keep their dreams alive by taking over the company at the early age of eighteen. It has since flourish becoming one of the top brands all over the world.”

Izuku leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. “Where the hell is Katsuki Bakugo?”

Chapter Text

Izuku woke up and chose violence the next morning. Not only was he pissed at his late mentor, but he was pissed that everyone failed Katsuki Bakugo. Climbing the stairs two at a time, he rounded the corner and went straight to Shinso’s office. He didn’t care if he was sleeping or not.

He walked inside and kicked the door shut with a loud slam. Shinso glanced up, food an inch away from his mouth as he crossed the room and slapped down Katsuki’s file. “Start talking.”

Shinso stared at him with slightly widened eyes, pushing the bite of ramen past his lips. He slowly looked from his face down to the file and choked when he read the name.

“I-Izuk—”

“No! I can’t even fucking think! First, All Might fucking fails him and his parents die in front of his face t-then he’s shoved into the system like—I don’t even know! He stops talking! He has an explosion quirk! Please tell me that Katsuki Bakugo isn’t Ground Zero! Please for the fucking love of god, Hitoshi! Please tell me I’m wrong!”

Shinso managed to swallow whatever was left in his mouth and pressed his hand to the file. “This should have been locked.”

Well, that wasn’t what he thought Shinso would say. “I’m the number one hero, Hito, I have a master code.” Shinso swore under his breath. Leaning down, he propped his hand next to the file and looked straight into his lilac eyes. “Katsuki Bakugo saved you... I understand you owe him whatever, but I also need to know so I can help.”

Shinso sighed, running a hand through his dark purple waves. “The damn bitch only wanted him because he was mute. I had the muzzle, but I also lived in a closet. Katsuki would be the show off. I think they wanted the money he was going to inherit later.” Izuku plopped down heavily in the chair in front of the desk. Shinso and him never shared stories. When they went with Aizawa, it was a fresh start, and both agreed to never speak of it. “One night the asshole was drunk off his ass, he was a mean drunk... I was the punching bag.

“Katsuki woke up and came down to get something from the kitchen when he saw the man take the first swing. Katsuki started screaming. I’ve never heard him talk once in the months we’ve been together. He would write or just stay quiet.”

Izuku nodded, “What happened after he saved you? You were adopted by Aizawa after that night.”

“I was. Dad was called in to help the detective. He wanted to make sure I didn’t use my quirk once the muzzle was off. Nice people and all fucking that but my tongue and mouth were so cut up and raw... I couldn’t. Dad lost it. He demanded to know what happened,” Shinso flipped open the file, picking up one of the crime scene photos of Katsuki. “I tried to tell dad that we needed to save Katsuki and he tried but we couldn’t find him.”

“Information is missing from his file.”

Lilac eyes shifted to him. He’s seen that look before. A lot of people didn’t notice but there was a slight shift in his eyes when he was about to use his quirk. “Don’t ask questions, Izuku.”

“Use your quirk on me, I dare you, brother.” Izuku tilted his head, waiting. “I’m the only one that can break through in seconds.”

“You’re digging your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“I’m ordered to find Ground Zero and arrest him. Odd that Katsuki and Zero have the same quirk, isn’t it?”

Shinso bolted out of his seat, “I swear to fuck, Izuku, stay out of it!”

Izuku instantly matched him, the only thing holding them apart was a block of thick oak. “I can’t! Not only did the Symbol of Peace fail him as a child but it was one failure after the other! The only reason he’s a villain right now is because the fucking world failed him! It’s not fair! He didn’t deserve any of that crap!”

“Izuku,” Shinso glared at him. “Even if Katsuki Bakugo is Ground Zero, I would never tell you.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re telling me that you’d rather be a traitor then—”

“I never said I was a hero to start with, Deku. I’m my own kind of special. I don’t play by your rules or the other sides. I have my fucking own set.” Shinso rounded the desk quickly and shoved him back so hard he stumbled over the chair, crashing to the floor. “I won’t fucking help you, if all you want to do is arrest him. Get your hands dirty Deku.” Shinso picked up the file and dropped it on his chest. “Make sure you put that back where you fucking found it.”

Izuku couldn’t help but stare up at the ceiling, bewildered by his brother’s reaction. Sure, they’ve sparred before. He helped Shinso with his quirk and training... but never once have they laid hands on each other like that. Slowly, he sat up with the file resting in his lap.

He swallowed, turning to see the empty hallway and a strap twinge in his chest. Part of him felt like he was doing the wrong thing... another part of him was just trying to help... and the tiny bit, shoved deep down in his heart, knew that Ground Zero didn’t become a villain just because he wanted to, and that part was the one killing him inside.

Bakugo Design’s was an extremely tall building. Or maybe it was just tall because he was on the ground looking up. “Just go in and ask to speak with Masaki... nothing weird about that.” Taking a long deep breath, he forced his legs to carry him into the building.

Holy shit.

He felt out of place and underdressed. The white tiles looked freshly polished, shining brightly under the overhead chandlers. Gold accented the furniture, frames on the walls and along the trims. Beautifully cut marble was on every single desk, table—anything really. Izuku glanced down at his baggy jeans, hoodie and sneakers, wincing. He wasn’t doing a good job already.

“Hello sir!” Izuku followed the voice and found a short young man walking off the elevator. His dark black hair just about sparkled in the light matching his opal eyes. “Can I help you?”

Izuku cleared his throat. “I was hoping I could speak to Masaki Bakugo.” The boy’s opal eyes hardened slightly.

“Do you have an appointment?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, tucking a curl under his black beanie. “No... I was hoping he had a free moment to speak.”

The boy glanced over him slowly, “He’s busy. Please leave.” Great! Just fucking great! He wasn’t leaving without talking to the man upstairs.

“Wait!” Izuku ripped off the beanie, “I didn’t want to be noticed but I'm here on hero business.” The boy stared at him, stunned. “Please. I’ll do anything to get five minutes with Masaki.”

“Anything?” Izuku knew he wasn’t going to like this one bit. He nodded quickly. “Alrighty Hero Deku! Right this way!” He tapped the button to call the massive elevator. “I’m Botan, by the way and I’m a huge fan.” Yup, already regretting it. Izuku forced a smile as he walked into the elevator with Botan. “Sir has been pretty busy lately, but I bet you’ll cheer him right up!” Botan whipped out a tape measure and yanked his arm roughly to the side. “I need a few measurements.”

“Of course.” Izuku mumbled. He couldn’t tell if the kid was getting measurements or just feeling him up. Nothing like getting felt up on the job.

“Damn, you do have a huge ass like they say!” Izuku instantly wanted to crawl into a hole. What was so great about his butt? It’s a butt but for some reason there was an entire fan page about it. “How many squats do you do?”

“A lot.” Izuku rubbed his hand over his hot face. “Can you stop touching please?”

“I mean... I guess I have everything I need.” He swore Botan sounded disappointed.

The only one with permission to touch my ass is Ground Zer—

WHAT?!

No. That did not just—nope.

“Right this way!” Botan called cheerfully. Izuku followed him into a spacious hallway with the same tile flooring as downstairs. There were a few more employees on this floor, all dressed in black. Huh. Why was everyone wearing black? “Sir! I have Hero Deku here to see you!”

The blonde man from the picture glanced up from his workstation, blue eyes flickering between them before settling on Botan. “Go take the floor to lunch and bring us back something.”

“Boo...” Botan obviously wanted to stay and see what was going on but one last look from Masaki sent him on his way.

Masaki stood; a good head taller than him as he raised a finger to follow him. Izuku swallowed dryly. He should be okay, right? Danger Sense wasn’t going off... he didn’t feel unsafe. Something about this man made him nervous though. “So, Hero Deku, what can I do for you?”

Izuku laced his fingers together to keep them still. Last thing he needed to do was look as nervous as he felt. “I’m hoping you can help me locate one of your family members, Katsuki Bakugo.”

Midnight eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Wow... I haven’t heard that name in so long.” Masaki sunk down in his chair, crossing a leg over the other. “What do you want with Katsuki?”

“I recently began looking into a villain or maybe not completely a villain.” Masaki nodded along so at least he might help after all. “Ground Zero. Looking through the quirk database, he and Katsuki share the same quirk.”

“And you think Katsuki is Ground Zero?”

“At first no.” Izuku started, “I thought he was just some annoying villain that wanted attention but after digging further... his past... it all makes sense.”

Masaki hummed lightly, “His past?”

“His parents’ death and the foster system. Heroes failed him—hell, everyone failed him.”

“He doesn’t want your pity—”

“No!” Izuku blurted. Fuck! He’s screwing this up. “I don’t pity him... I understand him to a point, and I really just want to start with an apology. It won’t mean much coming from me but as a hero and a person, it hurt me deeply that no one did anything.”

Masaki was quiet for a long moment, studying him with those midnight eyes. Why did this man look so familiar? Was it because he was a Bakugo? Did he remind him of Ground Zero? “You’re right in a way, Hero Deku.” Izuku blinked in surprise. What? “All Katsuki wanted to do was become a hero and get to the top... just like you. He wanted to be just like that idiot All Might.

“He got this amazing quirk, and everyone praised him, swore he would be one of the best heroes the world had ever seen. Until that day... that fuc—awful day where his hero failed him. Do you know what it’s like to watch your parents die, Hero Deku?”

Izuku licked his lips lightly, “I-I um... my dad left when I was about five and my mom... she uh...” He couldn’t spit it out!

“Ah. You had a different upbringing I see.” Masaki glanced over him, “But still on top, how?”

“I... I had chances of becoming a villain.” Izuku whispered. He didn’t understand why these words were tumbling out of his mouth, but it felt right, here with this man. “Quirkless until fourteen... I knew had to take down a hero with a single look.” he whispered. “It was crappy the way I got my quirk. I’m too forgiving as my pops would say but,” He shrugged, “I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I wanted to save them as I was saved.”

“Do you wish you could save Ground Zero?”

Izuku straightened his spine as he stared the man in the eyes. Nothing but determination filling his chest. “More than anything.”

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Well, well, well, look what cute little bunny is here.

Katsuki had to fight so damn hard to keep the smirk off his lips. Hero Deku—his little hero came to see him! Well, not fucking him but he’s figuring out the puzzle... one crumb at a time. Not that he was leaving crumbs—this isn’t fucking Hansel.

Though, I do want to eat this bunny alive.

“More than anything?” He repeated, “But if he comes forward, he would be arrested, correct?” Katsuki had to bite back any kind of reaction. The little hero looked so conflicted.

Izuku shifted in the leather chair, looking anywhere but him. “I-I don’t want to arrest him.”

“Why?” he asked, leaning forward in his own chair. He wanted Izuku in his lap with his hands running all over that freckled skin. Spank his ass. Play with his pretty hole... get him to scream nothing but his name. Sounds like a good Friday night.

The hero let out a huff, “I mean... he’s annoying,” Katsuki couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “But there’s something about him a-and I can’t place it... he gives me a sense of security. I feel safe with him.”

Katsuki wanted nothing more than to rip the contacts from his eyes and fuck up his hair. He had Izuku within reach, right there ready to grab ahold of that ass and never let go.

It was way to fucking soon for that. The damn bunny would jump away forever.

Let’s see how far we can push you, bunny.

“Okay, you feel safe, sure but how will the world see him? He’s a villain after all. He has killed people and you want to what? Prove to the world that he’s some guy that saves kittens from trees?” He snorted, “I think you have a stupid crush on a villain.”

Those emerald eyes hardened to a darker shade of Jade. “He didn’t kill them for fun. It was self-defense.”

“Says you.”

“He hasn’t committed any crimes!”

“That you know of.” he retorted. “You know what’s on a stupid piece of paper but do you really know who Ground Zero is? He was a punk nose brat as a kid and now he plays villain? Running around in a dumb mask. Pathetic is what—”

“Shut. Up.” Izuku gritted out, teeth clenched so tight, his lips barely moved. “He’s not like that!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes with a huff, “I’ve known him for years. He’s a punk ass, snot nose brat that thinks he’s above—”

“HE’S NOT!” Izuku screamed at him. Fucking screamed. “If y-you don’t care then I’ll find him myself. "Just as the hero was ready to stomp out the door, he cleared his throat, stopping Izuku in his tracks.

“Two days, Hero Deku, I expect you here ready to do whatever I say, and I will give you what you want.”

Katsuki never got a response, but he knew his bunny would be right on time.

Botan: I have saved Hero Deku’s measurements in your special folder on your laptop.

Katsuki: Thank you, Bo. Take the night off.

Botan: I will have your schedule clears for Friday by tomorrow and I have notified the staff of our Free Friday day! I can’t wait!

Katsuki: Pretty sure I didn’t say that shit but good work. I need my little hero all to myself.

Botan: S-Sorry sir! 😘

That little shit. One stutter and he knows Katsuki will cave instantly. Thanks to his sweet bunny.

Katsuki quickly paced down the steps and nodded to the bar’s bouncer. She was a little short thing, but her quirk and strength made her worse the price.

“He’s in a mood today.”

Katsuki paused, turning his head to Raven. And no, her hair doesn’t match her name. “And why the fuck is that?”

She shrugged, “Silent treatment.”

Oh boy. This is going to be a shitty time.

Katsuki gave one last nodded before heading into the bar. Shinso’s bar to be exact. It was mostly for the underground heroes to stop and chat, spill secrets or hide out. Shinso wasn’t a hero or villain. He was somewhere in the middle. Like a vigilante but also not. He was like Switzerland. A safe place until someone pissed him off enough.

Like today.

He adjusted the mask from his villain suit and headed straight towards the bar. This place was Shinso’s twenty first birthday. Katsuki found a few papers under his mattress in the closet. It surprised him. For a guy who had been locked away wanting a place where people could come and stay. It fit him well.

“Hello there, Mind Fuck, I hear you're in a pissy mood.” Tired lilac eyes barley gave him a glance before grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the top shelf and a glass. “Raven was right. Silent treatment today.” Shinso poured him two knuckles worth of whiskey, shoving it roughly his way. “What the fuck did I do!?”

Shinso only glared.

Katsuki scowled, “I’m not a damn mind reader, asshole, you need to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Shinso pulled out his phone, stared at it before shoving it roughly back in his pocket. Katsuki didn’t miss the name on the screen though. “Ohhh, baby brother, is it?” Shinso stiffened ever so slightly.

So, bunny found out about more than just his parents’ death. He also found out about what happened after and how he met Shinso Interesting.

“He stopped by today.” Katsuki smirked, “I even talked shit about myself, and he blew up.” Shinso gave him a dry look, but lips remained pressed in a thin line. Okay. Time for something drastic. “I'm going to eat your brother's ass until he's screaming nothing but my name then I'm going to breed him and make him my cute little housewife."

Shinso wrinkled his nose in disgust, "You have a serious problem.” Katsuki grinned in victory, leaning his arms on the bar. “Also, if you try that housewife shit and he'll Texas Smash you into next week.”

Katsuki scowled, “I'm pretty fucking sure I'll be the housewife. Have you seen his fucking apartment?” Taking a long drink, he gave the man a pointed look. Try and fight him on it.

Shinso narrowed his eyes, “I thought we talked about the dark romance book stalker thing, Kats!”

"No, you said something, and I ignored it.” Katsuki grinned happily, "How freaked out is he going to be when he walks into a clean apartment? I even folded his boxers all pretty.” And maybe he added a few hidden cameras. Like... Seven but that's for him to know and him only. "Maybe that's where I get all my ideas from.”

"You don't need any help in that department.” Shinso deadpanned.

Katsuki hummed around his glass, swallowing the rest in gulp. "Now spill. What's up with you?”

Shinso looked defeated which was something he's never seen before. "I got into a fight with Izuku,” Sharp eyes darted to him, "Over you.”

"What the fuck did I do?!”

“You know exactly what.” Shinso frowned, "He found the file that I locked... he's putting shit together. He knows that Katsuki Bakugo... is you, Ground Zero.” He whispered lowly. “He—"

"Oh, you poor little thing.” Katsuki drawled, "You do realize that it's not hard to figure out, right? I'm not faking my quirk. I am surprised that it took him this long to put two and two together but hey, he's been a little busy dealing with me.”

“Zero—”

“Brainrot.” he shot back. “He's not going to arrest me.”

Shinso looked doubtful, “He could. You saved me, protected me. Isn't it my turn? I can get him to back off—I can fucking tell him to stay away!”

“That's not only putting you in a hard place but him too.” Katsuki reached across the counter and took Shinso's hand. “I know you think it's your turn or some shit. Izuku has a job to do. He's the big guy. That idiot is such a workaholic, it makes me sick. Right now, he's fighting what he knows he should do and what's right.”

Shinso frowned a little, placing his hand over his. "I don't want to see you in jail.”

"Nah, my bunny loves me way too much for that.”

“Kats...” He raised a questioning brow, "When are you going to tell him? He's going nuts and he can only take so much teasing.”

Katsuki couldn't help but smirk, "I'm going to play with him a little bit more. He's going to model for me Friday to get information about Katsuki Bakugo.” Maybe he'll get to see that pretty cock and play with it too. Maybe he can get the number one hero on his knees.

"No.” Shinso scolded. “Don't do it. Whatever the fuck you're thinking. Don't.”

"Aww!” Katsuki whined playfully, "I just want to put my cock in his mouth!”

"Jesus Christ. Do you want to give him a heart attack!? You've barely done anything and he's having a crisis.”

The blonde pushed the glass towards the other, "That's what makes him so cute. I love it when he gets all flustered. I could eat him the fuck alive.”

Shinso looked a little concerned. "Please don't... are you really planning on eating him?”

"Nah, just his ass.”

“Fucking stop."

Katsuki hummed along as he stepped out of the elevator and trailed down the hallway. “One... Two... Three... Four...”He grinned at his bunny's door and sliding the key he made into the lock. “Just another gift for my favorite person.” He stepped inside the cool, dark apartment. Izuku had to work the night shift tonight. Lucky him. Glancing around, he grinned to find the apartment still in order from the last time he was here. "Good, bunny.” He walked over to the small dining table in front of the window. The flowers still looked okay, but it wasn't good enough for Izuku. He took out the slightly wilted flowers and dropped a fresh bouquet into the glass vase. Next to the vase was a small black box like the first one Botan delivered to the front desk. It now had two more on top... with an added third. "You should really open them; I think you'd enjoy them."

Lace on lace on lace!

Katsuki was dying to fucking see that ass in something he made but every time he checks, his gifts are left unopened and sad. Maybe... Katsuki carefully opened one of the packages. He made sure to open the tissue paper to expose what was inside. "You're so pure, Izuku, I think you need someone to corrupt you,” he ran his fingers over the white lace, “That person being me.” Katsuki took a step back, "Until tomorrow, bunny."

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Someone was in his apartment... Again.

Izuku glanced around his too clean apartment and huffed loudly. “Some people would be happy to have a clean apartment if it wasn't someone breaking in to do it.” He knew exactly who was doing this. The gifts were the first clue. Well, unless he had another villain flirting with him. “Zero, I'm not interested.” he mumbled to himself. That was a big fat lie because it felt like he was having withdrawals or something. The last day, he was waiting for the villain to show his face. Hell, he even took a lot of alleyways to see if he'd pop up but nothing.

Poof. Ground Zero was nowhere to be found. “What's wrong with me? It should be a good thing he's leaving me alone.”

But he didn't.

Izuku's eyes caught the fresh roses sitting on his dining table. Pink ones this time. Dropping his bag, he toed off his shoes. Danger Sense never went off when he found the place clean or new flowers. He padded across the cold wood floor, his eyes never leaving the flowers. "They are pretty..." he whispered. He should be calling the police or freaking the fuck out, but a smile spread across his lips. His finger lightly ran over a petal as his eyes flicked down to find the familiar black boxes but this time one was open. Not one single box has been left open before.

“U-Um...” Izuku carefully picked up a pair of white lace panties. “These can't be for me... Right?” Why did he want them to be? Izuku bit down on his lip, hard. “I-I shouldn't...” Did he listen to himself? No. He stared down at the panties in his fingers as he made his way back towards his room. He should be appalled at the idea...

That's why he was stripping the second his bedroom door shut.

Izuku kicked his boxers off, not caring where they landed. The lace was so soft and pretty, he almost didn't want to put them on. What if they ripped? He carefully placed a foot through one hole then the other foot. The fabric smoothly ran over his skin, trailing up his thighs and wrapped around his cock. A soft strip of fabric sat perfectly between his cheeks causing his cheek to heat. Oh... He really liked this.

Stepping up to the floor length mirror, he stared in awe at his reflection. “W-Wow...” One, he's never ever felt more beautiful than right now and two... He gets the butt thing. “I do have a nice butt.” Izuku smiled, turning around and looking over his shoulder to check out his ass. The white lace stuck out against his tan, freckled skin.

Did Ground Zero really make these for him?

Then it hit him like a Detroit Smash to the face.

The feeling he couldn’t shake... “I think I’m falling for the villain.” His heart fluttered at the very words. Oh, fuck. All those stupid annoying feelings weren’t just Zero annoying the shit out of him. It was him... falling further.

“Maybe I should sit down...” Izuku plopped down on the bed, holding his head in his hands. “Why? T-This isn’t me! I don’t— No! I can’t! There’s no way! I...” Izuku dropped his hands to his lap, staring at the scars along his skin. “I’m out of my mind.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I know I’m falling for him and it’s a really, really bad decision but...” Flinging himself back, he closed his eyes, smiling. “I can’t say no.”

“Just go in there and get the information.” He was so having Ground Zero withdrawals. Stupid touch starved self. Ugh. How was he going to get through life dating a villain in the first place?

“Hero Deku.” Izuku shot his head up expecting to find his villain, but he was met with midnight eyes.

Izuku forced a small smile on his lips, “O-Oh hi.” It’s just Masaki. Not ya know. He just wanted to frown and maybe crawl under the rock or his covers. What will Zero look like naked? Izuku squeaked at the thought, cheeks instantly hot.

“Are you alright?” Masaki chuckled softly. “You look a little flushed.”

“It’s hot outside.” Izuku fanned his face quickly, “Like a heat wave!” He looked like an idiot. Why him? WHY!?

Masaki waved a hand to follow, “Come along, hero, it’s time to play dress up.” Izuku paused, waiting for Danger Sense to kick in but nothing. He didn’t even feel uneasy. Following the designer into a large room, he found racks on racks of clothes. Formal, casual, swimwear... was that a hero suit?

Izuku couldn’t stop himself from walking over to that rack. He ran his fingers over the familiar teal that he wore every single day. “Can I... look?”

Masaki hummed from behind him. “All this is for you, Hero Deku.” A shiver ran down his spine. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend Zero was behind him instead. “I designed everything with you in mind.”

“And if I try these on... you’ll tell me about Katsuki?” Izuku had to make sure he was still getting his end of the bargain.

“Of course,” The man cooed softly. “Now why don’t you take those baggy clothes off and we’ll get started.” His hands gripped the hem of his hoodie, he hesitated for only a moment then pulled it over his head. “My, my, you hide all that muscle under those baggy clothes.”

“I-I uh don’t know how...” He swallowed thickly, “to buy clothes.”

“Good thing I’m here to help you today.” He swore on All Might that the man behind was Ground Zero, but it couldn’t be. There was no way. “Pants, Hero Deku.”

Izuku took a deep breath and slowly pushed down his pants then stepped out of them. Suddenly, he felt very exposed. The urge to cover himself was hard to fight.

Probably cause I’m an idiot and wore the stupid lace panties.

Okay, he didn’t want to take them off.

He liked them.

“Oh, wow, what are these?”

Izuku felt the lightest touch on his hip, grazing over the lace fabric. Quickly—before he could even think—he slapped the hand away. One for All coming to the surface slightly. “Don’t. Touch.”

Masaki held up his hands, backing away. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but admire the beautiful piece on your skin. Do you mind?” he asked softly.

“Yes, I do.” Izuku gritted out, taking his own step back. “They were a gift, and no one can touch them.”

Masaki carefully looked him over with a thoughtful gaze, “Alright, I won’t touch—” The designer cleared his throat like he forced himself to stop talking. “I have a rack for you to start with.”

Izuku still couldn’t calm down. He didn’t like that someone just tried to touch him—touch his gift. Walking over to the rack, he grabbed the first pair of pants, pulling them on. “I want something.”

“Hmm.” Masaki hummed, leaning against the wall with a camera in hand. “Katsuki Bakugo was one spoiled brat.” Izuku glanced at him with a frown. “Don’t give me that look, you wanted the truth and it’s the truth.” Midnight blue eyes burned into him, like he was trying to say something without words. “Mom was a little rough around the edges but those two were almost the same person. Screaming, cussing at each other. At the end of the day, she would tuck him in and kiss his head.” Masaki tilted his head, “Did you have that?”

Izuku pulled the shirt over his head. The familiar—yet permeant—ack came to the surface. “No... not after I turned four.”

“You must have had friends?” Izuku shook his head. “And yet, here you are, Mr. Number One.” Masaki snorted, “Maybe if a hero failed you—”

“All Might did.” Izuku whispered. “He told me I couldn’t be a hero without a quirk, so I did have my biggest idol fail me.”

Masaki lifted the camera to his face, snapping the first photo. “You were lucky.”

Izuku shook his head slowly. “It’s a choice.” Lifting his gaze, he found the man’s eyes peeking out over the camera. “I chose to be a hero. My dad became my hero, he fights quirkless. Sure, I have a quirk now but that doesn’t mean my heart is different.

“What Zero went through was tragic and if I could smash All Might in the face, I would but he made the choice to become a villain—whether he has crimes against him or not.” Izuku crossed his arms over his chest, glaring. “I wish I had met him when we were younger... maybe if he had someone in his corner, he would have seen through all the pain and followed his dreams. Lived for his parents.”

Masaki’s eye twitched. “And here I thought you were a fucking understanding person.”

“Are you saying that h—”

“No one gave a shit once m—his parents died! He was dealt a shit hand.” Masaki spat. Huh. That was pretty explosive. Odd.

Izuku tilted his down, looking up at the designer through his curls. “And where were you?” Granted, Masaki would have been a child just like Katsuki, but he could have fought for him. Someone needed to fight for Katsuki.

The blonde blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“Where were you?” Izuku repeated softly. Kill him with kindness. “You probably lived in some big house with two loving parents while your cousin was alone. He just lost his parents, and no one wanted him because of his quirk?! That’s the biggest excuse I’ve ever heard! My parents hated me for not having a quirk! Katsuki may have an explosive quirk that needs a little more patience, but he was just a baby!

“And the fact that you just stood by and didn’t beg your parents to help makes you an a-asshole!” Izuku spun around to the rack of clothes. This was not how he wanted this conversation to go but it just pissed him off. “Are you just here for the money?” he blurted out without a single thought.

Masaki shifted behind him. Clothes moving along the metal pole, sliding back and forth. “Ya know, I’ve never been asked that. No one really questioned why I took over. Huh.”

Well, this is great! Now he feels awful for his outburst.

“You are one of a kind, Hero Deku,” Masaki whispered, “to think if you were around when he was younger... I can see a kid version of you screaming and fighting everyone for him—even if no one would listen.” Izuku stared at the hero suit in front of him. “Do you think you would have saved him? If you knew Katsuki Bakugo back then that is.”

Izuku ran the back of his index finger over the smooth fabric. “I wouldn’t have given up. Whether we lived homeless together—whether we had to fight from the depths of hell, I would have never let him go through it alone.” And he meant that.

“Just like that girl you saved back in your UA days?”

Eri.

Izuku smiled a little, “She’s my sister. Just like Katsuki, she didn’t deserve the hand she was given. I fought for her, and I would have for Katsuki too.” Izuku couldn’t help the next words out of his mouth. “Unlike his blood relatives.”

Masaki snorted behind him, “And everyone thinks you're so sweet.”

“I’m Japan’s Sweetheart until someone pisses me off.” Izuku corrected.

“And I’m ‘pissing you off’?”

“A bit.” Izuku answered honestly. “Maybe it’s just how I am but to abandon someone who is all alone is just shitty.” Might as well keep going. “It makes you a shit person and when I find Katsuki Bakugo, I will burn the world down to make him see that he has someone in his corner ready to fight to give him a life he deserves.”

Katsuki Bakugo was out there playing the super villain when he really needed someone to take his hand and pull him back out of the darkness.

The man hummed, “And you think you can give him all that?” Izuku glared down at the suit. This guy has the nerve to question him!? Who the hell— “That’s a pretty big promise, sweet thang.”

The world stopped.

Izuku stiffened. There was no way. No fucking way. Was this really—was he Ground Zero? It would make a lot of sense. Katsuki was a spitting image of his mother so no one would really question if Masaki was a relative to the Bakugos. Add contacts and a different hair style.

A warm body pressed up against his back, a hot hand landing on his hip, thumbing the lace fabric under the pants. “What’s my name, little hero?” Izuku swore his heart was about to leap from his chest but yet, he's never felt more calm.

Izuku leaned back against his villain, soaking in every bit of warmth he could muster. Now it makes sense why Danger Sense was so quiet. He licked his lips slightly as he dropped his head back to the taller man’s shoulder.

“Ground Zero...”

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Fuck. He feels so fucking good in my arms.

Izuku sagged into his chest as his hands trailed along his freckled skin above the lace panties he made. Katsuki couldn’t help but fucking grin. Damn, it felt like he won the biggest battle.

“You gonna keep that promise, bunny?” Izuku nodded softly against him, his nose brushing against his neck above the collar of his shirt. “That’s right. You’re mine now, sweet thang and I ain’t letting you go that easy.”

Izuku shivered at the seriousness of his tone. “What if I don’t wan—”

Oh. Not this again.

Katsuki flipped the hero around in his arms, lifting him up onto his desk gently. Izuku squeaked and gripped his shoulders tightly, eyes finding him the instant they were face to face. “You’re fucking mine, Izuku.” Those green eyes widened slightly, filled with so many emotions. Worry. Happiness. Lust. Katsuki couldn’t help but smirk as the hero gulped loudly. “We’re fucking done playing this cat and mouse game. I won.” Leaning down, he pressed the lightest kiss to his cheek. “And you’re my prize.”

Izuku’s breath hitched, and he closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch. Scarred hands ran down his shoulders, stopping right above his heart. For a split second, Katsuki swore he was going to be pushed away. Maybe he was coming on too strong—not that it was a new thing—but he couldn’t help it. Strong fucking fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, jerking him closer until there was nothing between them.

“I’m not a prize to be won.” Izuku whispered weakly, emerald eyes flickering down to his lips.

Katsuki gently brushed his thumb over the other’s cheek. “No, baby, you’re so much better.” Neither of them moved at first, caught in the weight of the moment. Surprisingly, Izuku closed the distance, his lips found Katsuki’s in a soft, tentative kiss. Katsuki didn’t let the tenderness last long. He deepened the kiss quickly; the restraint they had both held onto for so long crumbled under the force of their desire.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” Katsuki whispered against his lips. For the first time in a long ass time. He let his walls fall completely and opened his soul to the feelings that swirled in the air around them. Izuku’s lips were swollen, his breathing heavy as he relaxed the grip on his shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on his exposed skin. Asshole broke a few buttons on his good shirt.

Izuku didn’t speak, just nodded, the emotion clear in his eyes as he leaned in for another kiss. This one much slower and more deliberate, filled with tenderness they had always shared but never had a chance to express.

The villain pulled back slowly, not wanting to disturb the sweet moment. “My little hero.” Izuku lifted his gaze, and that dumb breathtaking smile overcame his lips.

“My villain.”

Katsuki grinned, “About time you understood our relationship.”

The hero rolled his eyes, poking him in the chest roughly, “I just kissed a criminal. What would Japan say to that?”

“Don’t know, I’m pretty fine so maybe they’d get the fuck over it.” Katsuki gently cupped Izuku’s cheeks and planted another quick but deep kiss before taking a few steps back. He had to fucking chill or he’d fuck Izuku right into his desk.

My little baby gay was soooo not ready for that.

The rest of the afternoon was spent Izuku modeling the clothes he picked out. Not to say there weren’t a few stolen kisses here and there. Once he had a taste, he couldn’t get enough.

Izuku Midoriya was fucking addicting.

“Zero?” Izuku called softly. Something in his tone told him this was going to be a serious conversation. Why couldn’t they just make out like horny teenagers? “What are we?”

Katsuki glanced up from the camera, the photo of his little hero’s ass in his panties. These were going in his personal file. “You’re mine, baby. No question about it.”

“I-I know that.” Izuku’s cheeks slowly turned a beautiful shade of pink. He lifted the camera and snapped a few photos to add to his growing collection. “I... I don’t want it to be a secret.”

“Good thing no one knows who Ground Zero is.” Katsuki set the camera on the desk to deal with later. He stood and walked over to Izuku, placing his hands on his hips. “You’re not some dirty secret, bunny.”

“I think that’s what you are.” Izuku tried—like fucking tried—to hide the smile tugging on the corner of his lips but fucking failed miserably.

“Oh ho.” Katsuki lightly bit his cheek making the shorter man squeal, “You put that sass away, baby, or I’ll have to spank you.”

This time his hero smiled sweetly up at him, batting those pretty lashes, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Zero.”

Yup. Confirmed.

Izuku was the man of his dream.

“Motherfucking tease.” Katsuki went to grab the little bunny but as a bunny does, he jumped back and darted behind one of the racks of clothing. “Get back here you little—”

“Want to go back to my place?” Izuku asked suddenly. Fuck. Who gave him permission to look so damn cute all the time.

“I’m cooking.”

Oh my god. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Ground Zero—Katsuki Bakugo was in his apartment!

Izuku didn’t know if he was going to throw up or pass out. Not only that but Katsuki was in the kitchen making his favorite food...

IN HIS KITCHEN!

“It’s okay. It’s fine.” Izuku brought his fingers to his bottom lip, smiling. “We kissed.” He squealed happily as he threw himself back on the bed. “He’s so nice and handsome and caring and handsome!” He went to reach for his phone but stopped. The only person he wanted to call was Shinso... and they weren’t on speaking terms. Every time they passed each other in the halls of the agency, he opened his mouth, but his brother kept his eyes to the floor.

Kirishima was completely out of the question.

His dads, no.

Moms? No.

Izuku frowned. He had no one without Shinso.

“What’s wrong, baby?” When did he get here? Izuku found the shining crimson eyes, his heart always skipped a beat around this man. “Bunny?”

“I’m just tired.” He smiled a little. Not a complete lie. He was tired. All the late nights, plus patrol and running an agency. Izuku was exhausted. “Dinner ready?”

Katsuki searched his eyes like he knew instantly that he was hiding something. “I’m going to pretend that you ain’t lying like a litte shit because I’m in a good mood.” Izuku rolled his eyes. “Keep that up and all this Katsudon will be mine.”

“Noooo!” Izuku whined loudly, “I wanna eat it!”

“Then I want you in pajamas in two minutes.” Katsuki smirked, “Then I want you in bed with whatever stupid movie you want to watch. We’ll eat, make out then snuggle until your tired ass is asleep.” This man is perfect. “Nah, sweet thang,” Oh fuck. Him and his stupid mumbling. “I like your mumbles, baby, it means you can’t hide jack shit from me.”

Izuku pouted, “That’s mean.” Katsuki kissed his lips softly but pulled away way too quickly. He tried to grab the villain’s shirt. “Come back!”

Katsuki chuckled and carefully moved his thighs apart to slide between where they fit seamlessly. Izuku smiled up at his villainous boyfriend. “You’re so handsome without the mask.”

“And you’re so fucking cute all needy for me.”

Izuku gave him a blindingly bright smile, “I’m just so happy.”

Katsuki slowly leaned down until their lips were just a breath away, “I think I remember you telling me you aren’t gay, baby.” Izuku gasped as something long and thick dragged over his own hard cock. “Mmm… that’s odd.”

“K-Kat—” A loud, sinful moan made its way through his part lips. Izuku arched his back trying to chase the feeling. Hell, he wanted more—well, his body but his head was screaming at him to slow down.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby, I can’t wait to play with that pretty hole.” Katsuki pecked his lips once more then got up. Izuku’s eyes trailed over the villain’s body, he paused slightly at the exposed skin above his waist band. A very smooth deep V teased him rudely, it was like a present he wasn’t completely ready to unwrap yet. “Pajamas, bunny”

Izuku gaped at him. “R-Rude!” The butthole blew him a kiss and walked out of the room. “Why does he get to be so handsome...” He crossed his arms, glaring at the door stubbornly.

“You got one minute!”

Scrambling off the bed, he dashed over to his closet, quickly grabbing an oversized t-shirt and... Izuku glanced down at his jeans. “Well, I do only sleep in my boxers.” Izuku kicked off his jeans and shirt, replacing the shirt with the oversized one. Thankfully, the shirt went down to his knees hiding the lace panties.

That will teach him to underestimate the number one hero.

Izuku snorted.

“You better be in fuck—” Izuku smiled sweetly at his sexy villain. Katsuki’s crimson eyes grew wide, his breath hitching slightly. “Oh...”

“Is there a problem, Zero?” Izuku asked innocently. “I normally sleep in a shirt and boxers.”

Katsuki’s Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “No, baby, it’s perfectly fine.” Was it though? Izuku glanced quickly at the bulge in the front of his sweats. He would probably die right now if he saw Zero naked. Not that he hasn’t imagined it for months but seeing it in person... sounds like a dream come true.

Or he’s just super horny.

Yeah, he’ll go with that one.

Katsuki cleared his throat and held out a steaming bowl of Katsudon. “Here. We should probably talk about shit before this goes any further.”

He nodded, walking over to the bed and climbing in with the bowl in hand. He propped himself up on a few pillows as Katsuki did the same next to him. “Why me?”

“Your ass.” Izuku slowly turned his head, giving the villain a dry ass look. “I’m fucking kidding, sweet thang, it’s... you are the only hero that gives his all,” Katsuki spoke with such raw emotion that Izuku knew this had so much to do with his parents dying because heroes didn’t do their damn job. “I watched you fight Shiggy and Nutsake on TV. You lost so fucking much but got the hell up and keep going.” Izuku shoved a huge bite of food into his mouth. He didn’t want to interrupt or anything—like cry—because this is what Katsuki needed.

“The more I watched you over the years, the more I fucking wanted you.” Katsuki turned to him, eyes blazing with such truth that he choked slightly on the food in his mouth. “Your cute ass mumbles, the way you smile every damn day and the fact you're a true hero from the inside out. I couldn’t let you fucking get away. I liked to play around with my bunny.” Katsuki smirked at him, “You get so fucking flustered and pissy but I knew you felt it too. This isn’t one sided.”

No, it wasn’t.

Izuku was so in love with this man that he could throw up damn glitter.

“N-No... it’s not one sided.” Izuku whispered once he swallowed. “I just... I’m scared? I’ve never been with a man let alone a villain.”

“Am I truly a villain?” Katsuki whispered back, leaning over and brushing his nose along his jawline. “I’ll ask you again tomorrow, baby.”

Izuku carefully snuggled into the taller man’s chest. “I think even if you were a true villain, I’d have to drag you from the dark side.”

“Baby, I’d fucking crawl to you if that’s what you fucking want.”

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“Morning, Ei!” Izuku greeted happily as he walked into the break room. He was floating on cloud nine. To be honest, nothing could probably mess with his mood. Humming softly, he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and went about dressing the cup for his morning coffee.

“Uh... what’s wrong with him?” Kirishima whispered to someone.

“Is he high? I hid my weed at home this time.” Sero whispered back.

“He’s... humming?” Mina gasped. “Oh my god! He’s in love!”

Denki snorted loudly, “Yeah, right. Mr. I-Never-Take-A-Day-Off? No way.”

“I agree!” Iida almost shouted, “No way.”

Izuku ignored the crowd behind him as he stirred the creamer into his iced coffee. What’s weird about him being so happy? It’s been two weeks since he figured out who his villain was. Two amazing weeks of kissing, snuggling and having someone beside him all the time.

“No! My bro would tell me if he was seeing someone!” Kirishima argued. Turning around he found a good chunk of his friends/coworkers watching him. “Hey my man!”

Izuku just smiled, “Hey Ei! I’ll be ready for patrol in a bit. I gotta file some papers and ignore the commissioner’s call!”

Mina’s dark eyes widened, “You’re ignoring them?!”

“Yeah.” Izuku shrugged, taking a long sip from the mug. “I’ll deal with him tomorrow.” When he’s fired and kicked out of the office. He looked around at all—well, there was one face that didn’t look so shocked by his mood. Shinso stood in the corner, smirking behind his cup.

His brother. God, he hated fighting with him. No matter how many times he ran through what he would say to make things better, he fell short. It was going to touch on a subject that they both swore never to speak of.

UGGGGHHH!

“Oh! Denki! That report last night was great!” Izuku beamed, “Keep it up!” He spun on his heels and headed out the door.

“Your report was garbage.” Shinso said bluntly.

“Ah man!” Denki whined.

“There, there, love.” Izuku looked over his shoulder to see Todoroki pulling his fiancé into a hug. “I’ll help you.”

“There’s no helping Denki.” Sero laughed.

Izuku shook his head, smiling. His friends were all special in their own way and he loved each one of them. Rounding the corner, he headed up the stairs to his office. Just a few reports to put into the system then a good ole patrol—

His thoughts froze when a hot hand grabbed the front of his suit, yanking him into the office and using his body to slam the door close. Izuku caught a faint trace of a familiar scent surrounding him and it instantly kick started his heart.

Katsuki slammed his hands against the office door, caging Izuku in with a fierce gaze, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as their faces hovered inches apart.

“Y-You can’t be here!” Izuku squeaked, “What if someone sees you!”

Not that this wasn’t a welcomed visit... it’s been two hours since he’s seen this man and—Katsuki once again interrupted his train of thoughts but this time with his lips. Izuku dropped the mug to run his fingers up Katsuki’s chest, over his shoulders and into his silky blonde hair.

“Damn, baby.” Katsuki mumbled against his lips before deepening the kiss, pressing himself against his body until there wasn’t even a single spot left untouched. Izuku moaned—a little too loudly—when the taller man licked over the roof of mouth.

At this point, his cock was straining against his tightly fitted suit. The stupid thing was leaking so bad it could be crying for release. Sweet, sweet release.

Izuku’s eyes fluttered closed when the demanding lips kissed a path down his chin, across his jawline trailing down his neck. He twisted the blonde locks in his grip, moaning and arching into Katsuki’s firm body.

“Zuku?”

Izuku went still. Oh no. This is the last thing he needed! Kirishima can’t find out! Katsuki sucked a small patch of skin into his mouth, nibbling lightly. “Z-Zero s-stop...” He bit down hard on his lip to hold in his moans.

“Izuku? Are you in there?” Kirishima knocked on the door, loudly, “Bro?”

The blonde growled lowly, “Answer him, bunny.” There was no way! He was so lost in the warmth and pleasure that when he opened his lips... nothing came out. Crimson eyes came into view, searching for... he didn’t know but a smile came to the villain’s lips. “I’ll see you later, little hero, be safe, kay?” Katsuki kissed him lightly and made a quick exit out the damn window.

Asshole

Izuku worked on controlling his breathing as another knock came—louder than the first—to the door. “Izuku fucking Midoriya! I will break the damn door!”

Taking a deep breath—for his heart and raging hard on—he pulled open the door. “Sorry, Ei, I dropped my coffee and was in the bathroom.”

Kirishima looked over him then the ground where—thankfully—the coffee was spilled over his shoe and floor. “Were you moaning about it?”

Izuku slapped the man’s chest, “I made it perfect! I need my morning coffee, Eijiro and you know that!”

“I’ll go make you a new cup, you big baby.”

“Nooooo!” Izuku wrinkled his nose. “Last time you put barely any creamer or sprinkles! I drank most of it anyways so we should get out there!”

Kirishima watched him with a weird look on his face but Izuku just slipped past him, heading for the door at a quick pace. The faster he’s out of here, maybe he can get rid of the dumb boner.

Oh. Fuck.

He can see the headlines now ‘Hero Deku sporting boner while on patrol! Who is he horny for?!’ Izuku groaned loudly at the thought. Get it together! You can touch him all you want later, Izuku! It’s time to fight some villains! Well, could he fight his villain? Maybe... with his dick? Isn’t that called like sword fighting?

I’d sword fight him any day

Izuku shook his curls, pushing Katsuki from his mind. He’s never going to get rid of this boner at this rate. Kirishima caught up to him quickly; nothing could slow him down.

They walked side by side down the quiet morning streets, the sun just about to peek over the tallest building in the city. Kirishima being the ever friendly type, decided to break the comfortable silence with a grin on his face.

“So, Izuku,” he began, glancing over at him, “You, uh, seeing anyone lately? Like, dating?”

Izuku nearly stumbled being caught off guard. He quickly regained his footing, his eyes wide as he turned to stare at his friend. “W-What? Dating?” He forced out a laugh, ignoring the way his cheek grew hot. “No, no, I’m not... what makes you ask?”

Kirishima chuckled, giving him a playful nudge with his elbow. I don’t know, man. It seems like your heads in the clouds. Like that mermaid! When she’s humming and all happy around her sisters? That was you this morning.” He shrugged, “Thought maybe there was someone special you weren’t telling me about.”

Izuku ran his fingers through his curls, avoiding his best friend’s gaze. How the hell was he going to lie his way out of this one? First, he was a terrible liar and two, it was Kirishima! He barely managed to keep One for All to himself around Kiri. “It’s not that... I mean, there’s no one. I’ve just been focused on arresting Ground Zero, ya know? The commissioner is driving me nuts.”

“Sure, sure, bro,” Kirishima said, still grinning as if he knew something was up but respected his answer. Yeah. Respected for now. Izuku huffed slightly. Now Kirishima won’t rest until he figures out what Izuku’s hiding. “But you know you can tell me if there is. I mean, I get it—balancing hero work and personal stuff is tough, but you don’t got to hide it from me, man.”

If he only knew. My work life has become my personal stuff. Don’t people say not to mix business with pleasure?

Great, he’s fucked.

Izuku let out a nervous laugh, “Really, Ei, there’s no one. I’m not dating anyone.”

Kirishima looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t convinced at all. “Alright, bro, if you say so.”

It’s not a lie.

Technically, Katsuki and him never slapped a label on it.

Well, Zero did by just stating that I was his... huh I don’t hate it. It’s almost cute.

“See! That! Why are you like in the stars with a good smile on your face?!” Kirishima laughed, giving him a full body nudge. “Do you like someone?”

Izuku didn’t even try and stop the smile, he turned to his friend and gave a small nod. “There’s someone I got my eye on.”

Izuku panted heavily, his heart fluttering like a hummingbird in his chest as Katsuki gave one last suck on his cock before pulling away. “W-Wow...”

“You okay there, bunny?” Katsuki crawled up the bed and looked down at him with a smile on his lips.

“You did things with your t-tongue that aren’t legal.” Izuku couldn’t believe how hard he came from a single blow job. He’s had a few in the past but nothing like this. Blow jobs were the furthest thing he’s done. Shinso would give him so much shit.

“Why are you frowning, baby?” Katsuki’s brows knitted with concern, his red eyes searching his face.

“It’s nothing...” Izuku whispered.

“Don’t lie to me, bunny. Out with it.” Katsuki kissed his nose then peppered his face in light kisses until he was giggling and rolling away. “Zuku, tell me.”

Izuku got to his feet and tugged his boxers on. “I got into a fight with Toshi a-and I’m struggling on how to fix it.”

“Ya know,” Katsuki grinned, there was a concerning glint in his eyes and he didn’t know if he should be worried or not. “Mind Fuck is at home tonight. He’s always home on Friday nights. You should go talk to him. Clear the air or whatever the fuck you call it.”

“You really think so?” Izuku didn’t think it would be that easy but the second a warm pair of hands cupped his cheeks. Katsuki gave him a smile and his heart melted into a puddle. “That’s not fair...”

“I fucking enjoy it.” Katsuki leaned down until his breath danced over his lips. “Just talk to him, baby, he’s your brother.”

“Do you...” Izuku licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to end the conversation with a kiss, his hands gently gripped Katsuki’s wrists. “Do you still talk to him?”

Katsuki laughed, “Oh yeah, I annoy the fuck out of that freak on a daily basis.” Izuku smiled a little. “You got this, bunny.”

“Will you be here when I get back?”

“Of course.” Katsuki was so sweet behind closed doors. It only made him fall deeper in love with the villain.

Izuku leaned up on his tip toes and kissed him softly, “I’ll be back.” He mumbled against his lips before pulling away and grabbing his sweats off the floor.

“Good luck, baby!”

Izuku threw his shirt on and shoved his feet into his sneakers. He thought about taking his car but where’s the fun in that? Making Shinso jump out of his skin was one of the best things. Izuku jumped out the balcony window, calling One for All to the surface. Crackles of light danced over him as black whip shot from his knuckles and flinging him to the next building.

Shinso didn’t live too far away. Dadzawa made sure that his sons had a good place just not too far from home. He was lucky enough to move out first and pick his own place while Shinso milked—that what he called it, but he wasn’t ready to leave home yet—their parents for free housing and food.

Landing on Shinso’s balcony, he hopped over the railing and threw open the door. “Toshi! We need—OH MY GOD! MY EYES!” Izuku slapped hands over his eyes at the sight of his brother’s bare ass sticking up as he rode Kirishima’s... wait. Izuku peeked through his fingers to find his best friend fucking his brother!

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FUCK!” Kirishima quickly pulled out of Shinso’s ass and dropped him to the couch. “Izuku! Man! I-I—”

“Put it away, Eijiro!” Izuku turned around swiftly, hugging his arms to his chest. “Are you seriously fucking my brother?!” He wanted to strangle the dumb redhead.

Shinso sighed tiredly, “Babe, why don’t you go get some take out while I deal with my brother?”

“Yup! Can do! Right now!” Izuku gritted his teeth as he listened to rustling of clothes then heavy footsteps leading to the door. “Curry? Katsudon? Ramen—”

“Eijiro...” Shinso warned.

“I’ll go see mama!” The door shut with a bang leaving the two brothers alone.

Izuku turned back around slowly, rolling his eyes as he found Shinso stroking his half hard cock. “You couldn’t put it away?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “How long has,” he jerked his chin to the door. “That been going on?”

“I thought we agreed to call before coming over.” Shinso countered. “How the hell did you even know I’d be home...” Izuku clamped his mouth shut. No way was he going to blurt that out. “That motherfucker.” His brother sighed, stroking his dick lazily. “Come on and sit down.”

“Ew. Toshi. No.” Izuku looked at the couch in disgust. “There’s probably cum on there.”

“Probably.” Shinso laughed for a moment. It felt like the tension was gone for a few minutes but now it was back at full force. “I know something’s eating at you, Zu.”

Izuku gripped his bicep roughly with his left hand. He didn’t know where to start when the ending could come out so many ways. “...Katsuki...”

“Yes?” Shinso drawled when he didn’t continue. “I’m assuming your here to talk about that asshole.”

“He’s not an asshole.”

“The fuck he is!?” Shinso shot up from the couch in all naked glory. “That asshole sent you here when he knew that it was fuck Friday! Do you know how long I have to wait for Eijiro to have a night off because Sero and fucking Denki always beg him to switch shifts! Two weeks! I had to wait two weeks then that asshole sends my brother here to find out!”

Izuku grabbed a pillow from the chair and chucked it at him. “I can’t take this conversation seriously with your dick bobbing around.” Shinso scowled but caught the pillow, holding it over his dick. “Were you going to tell me?”

Shinso paused, his lilac eyes shifting to anywhere but him. “I... didn’t know how you’d react.” he mumbled under his breath, “I didn’t want you to think I was taking him away from you.”

“So... how long?” Izuku didn’t want to know the answer. The guilt was already starting to bubble up in his chest because if that’s the reason then it’s all his fault.

“Right after graduation...”

Izuku took a step back like the words physical hit him. “W-What?!”

“Dad thought it was best to keep you in the dark!” Shinso said urgently, “You had such a tough time after All Might dying and the war! You not being able to save Shigaraki killed some part of you deep down! You couldn’t save All Might! Dad and pops almost died, and you carry that on your shoulders like it’s your burden to bear!

“I found Eijiro in the kitchen one night... the whole dorm was awake because y-you were screaming.” Izuku stared at his brother in disbelief. “It was the night you cried for your mom, Izuku and it killed Eijiro to see it. He was so worried that the war did something to you beyond repair. You’ve never once mentioned your mom... we all knew something was up.” Shinso plopped back onto the couch heavily, a hand running through his hair. “We talked and I don’t know what happened after that but we clicked.

“We all agreed to keep you in the dark until we knew you could handle it.”

Izuku was pissed. “So, because I cried for my mom after winning a fucking war I get shoved into the dark!? The war ended years ago!” Izuku spat, “Or do you think I’m still fucking made of glass?!”

“No! Izuku no!” Shinso pleaded. The mind hero was pleading with him, words and eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you after hiding it for so long... you were going to be hurt.”

“I am hurt, Hitoshi!” Izuku shouted, “There’s only one thing that we don’t ever speak about and that’s our past! I tell you everything!”

Shinso raised a question brow, a smirk tugging on his lips. “Oh really, Izuku, do you?” Oh shit. He walked himself right into that one. “When were you going to tell me about a certain villain that’s been sleeping in your bed for weeks now... hmm?”

Izuku pouted cutely, “We were fighting.”

“Not a good enough excuse, Zuku.”

“I think my few months doesn’t compare to your few years now does it?” Izuku challenged, knowing he had Shinso’s hands tied.

Shinso scuffed, “God damn it, Zuku.” He threw down a throw blanket on the cushions and patted the seat next to him. “Come on, brother, I know you’re dying to spill.”

Izuku squealed, racing over to take the seat next to Shinso. “Oh my god, Hito! His tongue is amazing.”

“I regret this already.” Shinso deadpanned.

“He was so gentle and took his time, Toshi! He did this thing where his played with the sli—”

Shinso slapped a hand over his mouth, “No more. I can’t fucking do it with you.”

Izuku quickly slapped his hand away from his mouth, “Ew! You had that hand on your dick!”

“Better than you talking about a villain sucking yours! God! I liked it better when you were single.” Shinso faked a gag then leaned heavily into his side. Izuku ignored the nakedness and wrapped his arms around his brother. “I’m happy if you’re happy.”

For once in his life, he was extremely happy. Katsuki made him feel things he’s never ever felt before. “I think—no, I know I love him.”

“Any thoughts on how you’re going to make it work? He’s a villain.”

Izuku hummed, “Well, right now when we’re in public I’m seeing Masaki. I’m hoping it doesn’t get out to the press, but I swear they have cameras all over the city.”

All he wanted was to prove Katsuki was just a broken man in need of support and love—someone watching his back. Someone to be there for him no matter what. Izuku was that person now and now he just had to approve it to the world.

“Is it clear?” Kirishima called as he entered the apartment. “I can’t believe he caught us, babe.”

“He’s a fucking idiot sometimes.” Shinso grumbled into his shoulder.

Izuku grinned, “Yeah, Ei, it’s soo crazy that you’ve been lying to me for years!”

Kirishima froze in his tracks. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck is right.” Izuku carefully stood and crossed the room, grabbing the front of the redhead’s shirt, jerking him down. “You so much as make my brother cry a single tear, I will One for All your ass to hell where you can join Shigaraki.”

Kirishima gulped, nodding quickly with wide red eyes. “Y-Yeah, man.”

“Don’t piss your pants baby.” Shinso laughed. “He’s nothing but a cinnamon roll.”

That’s what they think.

Chapter Text

Izuku glared—yes, glared—out the large wall to ceiling window of the Commissioner's office. Once again, here he was dealing with this... asshole. His arm laid crossed over his chest, gripping his arm tightly to keep himself from punching the asshole in mouth. He watched the man out of the corner of his eye. Commissioner Yamato has been a thorn in his side for months now. Izuku saw the deep frown on his face, his hands tapping impatiently on the armrest of his chair.

"You still haven't done it, Hero Deku," Yamato snapped, voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "How long are you going to drag your feet on Ground Zero?"

Izuku slowly turned his head, dark eyes fixed on the commissioner. This man didn't get it and that was the most frustrating part. "He hasn't committed any crimes, Commissioner. There's no solid evidence. Just rumors pointing fingers at Ground Zero."

Yamato's face darkened. "Rumors are enough when it comes to a threat like him. " He all but growled, "Ground Zero is dangerous, unpredictable. He's a criminal." Yamato slammed his fist down on the desk. "I want him behind bars!"

Izuku clenched his jaw. He had expected this confrontation for some time but it didn't make it any easier. Ground Zero... Katsuki... wasn't the monster the commissioner—the world—believed him to be. Yes, he was brash, explosive and downright dirty but the world failed him and instead of seeing that, they want him arrested. "I've seen it, researched it and come to the conclusion that he may not be a hero but's not the villain you're making him out to be."

Yamato's eyes narrowed. “Is that what this is really about, Deku? You're letting your personal feelings decided what's best for a criminal. Do you even see what's going on outside of that bubble you live in?”

Izuku took in a long deep breath. It was going to be a day. He turned fully and faced the man who writes his paycheck. "I don't— "

The commissioner interrupted him, pulling a tablet from his desk drawer and sliding it across the table. On the screen was a photo, blown up for dramatic effect. It was a shot of Izuku, his face lit up in a rare moment of calm as a certain blonde man kissed him on the cheek.

Damn it.

If I had to guess... That butthole saw the camera man and took his claim.

"So, you're too busy getting your dick wet to do your job?" The accusation struck Izuku like a blow to the chest. His heart raced, anger simmering beneath the surface as he held OFA at bay. He had been prepared for insults, for hostility but this? This crossed a line no one should cross.

"That's enough!" Izuku's voice boomed across the room, One for All peeking through as a few small sparks danced off his shoulders. "You've been pushing this narrative for months and I've let it slide. I did the job you asked me to do and you don't like the answer. Ground Zero hasn't committed a single crime. You can't arrest an innocent man for no reason. You don't get to sit there and accuse me of laziness or question my integrity because I refuse to turn in a man who isn't guilty of the crimes you claim!"

Yamato's smirk didn't fade from his lips. "I think you need to watch yourself, Hero Deku. I have the power— "

"Actually, you don't." Izuku stated calmly. "I have the power as the number one hero to overturn the commissioner if I see they are unfit to run this county." Izuku straightened, his expression hard as stone. "I'm firing you."

The words hung in the air, the silence that followed palpable. Yamato's smirk finally fell from his face, eyes growing wide in disbelief. "You can't be serious— "

"I am." Izuku's voice had a slight chill to it. No room for doubt. "You've been working against me and the safety of this city, for too long." Keeping his eyes trained on the man, he called, "Frostfire," The door opened and in came his second, "Escort the commissioner from the building." Todoroki's mismatched eyes glinted with icy calm. He didn't like the commissioner for how he treats Denki so no surprise he was willing to volunteer to drag the man from the building. He walked towards Yamato, his posture relaxed but there was an unspoken authority in every step he took. Todoroki wasn't one to get mad easily but Izuku knew he how he was.

Yamato still stunned, struggled against the icy fingers that curled around his bicep. "You think you can just get rid of me Midoriya?! I'm the commissioner!" The man struggled harder as he was pulled to his feet.

"Not anymore," Izuku replied evenly. "You're done here."

The room dropped several degrees, a thin layer of ice forming over the Yamato's arm. "Time to go, Commissioner." Todoroki said calmly. Yamato glared, but he knew there was no way out of this. With a final look at Izuku, he allowed Todoroki to guide him towards the door.

Izuku watched them go, his shoulder's sagging slightly once the door closed behind them—thanks to Ana. For a moment, he left himself breathe. Not only will he need to figure this crap out but if the commissioner had a photo... Japan had a photo. Izuku would be labeled as dating Masaki all thanks to his big fat month and asking the butthole on a date.

It was that amazing blow job talking.

Izuku sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. This was a necessary step but firing Yamato didn't solve anything.

A soft knock on the door drew his attention away from the chaos forming in his head. He turned to see Hawks leaning against the doorframe, his red wings partially folded behind him. The retired pro-hero had an easy smile on his face but something sharper in his eyes.

"Well, that was one hell of a move," Hawks said with a laugh, stepping into the office and kicking the door closed behind him. "I heard everything so what's the plan now, boss?" Ugh, he hated that. Just because he threw down Shigaraki back in the day didn't mean he was the boss.

Izuku stared at the retired hero in front of him. He crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side. " We need a new commissioner. Someone who can actually do the job without getting lost in politics."

Hawks raised an eyebrow. "And from the look on your face, you already have someone in mind?"

Izuku gave him a small smile. "You."

Hawks blinked, "Me? Commissioner? You got to be out of your mind, Deku."

"You're the only one I trust with this, Hawks. You know your way around this place better than most. You're sharp, you understand the streets better than anyone and you know how to play the game without losing sight of what's important."

Even though the winged hero grinned, he could see the seriousness beneath his usual carefree attitude. "You sure about this? It's not exactly the job I thought would pull me from retirement."

"You've been wanting out since the week after you retired." Izuku knew he was making the right choice. "I'm sure. I need someone who isn't afraid to stand up to me when... necessary, but also someone who sees the bigger picture. And that is you, Hawks."

Hawks sighed dramatically, "Well, I can't say no to that cute face." Izuku rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips. "Commissioner Hawks it is then."

As Hawks extended a hand towards him, Izuku shook it with a firm grip. The pieces were falling into place. With Yamato gone and Hawks stepping up, they could finally move forward.

But in the back of his mind, one thought lingered: Katsuki. Ground Zero. He knew it wasn't the end of the fight, not by a long shot. But for now, at least, he had taken a stand in the right direction.

He wasn't backing down any time soon.

Izuku had been staring at the computer screen for the last two hours. Not only was he behind from yesterday but a sudden flood of reports were shoved at him once the word got out that Yamato was fired. Hawks found a locked folder full of harassment forms, covered up crimes and so much more. Hawks took the crime ones to keep it fair so that left him with the ones placed against either the commissioner himself or other heroes.

There was only one question that carousal through his mind. Did no one trust him enough to come forward?

Izuku let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes. Now, Japan didn’t care about Hawks taking over as the new commissioner. Nope. They only cared that he might be Bi and dating.

He was just waiting for—The door to his office slammed open then slammed shut with a bang. His PR manager, Mari, a woman as fierce as she was elegant, stood at the entrance with her arms crossed and a fire in her eyes. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be found. Mari was normally a calm collected professional... until he did stupid shit that got him in trouble.

“Explain.” she said sharply.

Izuku gulped. He would much rather be out fighting villains or hell, training with his dad then be here getting scolded as a grown adult. Mari was terrifying. I—uh—I'm sorry?” Izuku scratched the back of his neck as his gaze flicked nervously to the windows. It would only take him two seconds to cross the room and bust through the glass.

Freedom.

Mari’s eyes narrowed as she strode forward, heels clicking against the floor. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her tablet and slammed it down onto the table in front of him. The screen flashed on, showing the same picture the commissioner rubbed in his face last night. It was supposed to be a stolen moment for them, not anyone else.

Supposed to be...

Now it was everywhere. The caption of the article read: Number One Hero Caught in Romantic Entanglement with Fashion Designer Masaki Bakugo! Is Our Symbol of Peace Batting for the Other Team?

The truth burned in Izuku’s chest, but he wasn’t going to share that with Mari.

“It was just a kiss on the cheek!”

“That’s exactly the problem!” Mari snapped. “You didn’t even tell me! I get the secrets, Midoriya, I truly do but something as big as this would have been nice to know a head of time.” She sighed, “You deserve a personal life as much as anyone.” Izuku felt the guilt curling in his stomach. It was a quick kiss as he was heading out the door yesterday. All he did was bring his man some lunch cause Katsuki’s been stressed for the Spring line! “But you aren’t just anyone—you're the Symbol of Peace, Japan’s Number One Hero. Your every move is scrutinized, and you can’t afford things like this.”

Izuku’s heart sank. He had known this would be hard, trying to keep his relationship with Katsuki a secret while balancing everything in the middle. But he hadn’t realized just how impossible it would be to stay hidden from the public eye. Katsuki is a well-known designer.

“What do we do?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “What’s the plan?”

Mari rubbed her temples, clearly thinking through her options. “First, are you dating Masaki Bakugo?” Izuku opened his mouth to flat out lie but the woman pinned him with a glare. “Do not lie to me, Midoriya, I can’t help you if you lie.”

No matter what he would be lying!

“Yes,” he whispered, “We’re d-dating.”

“You’ll need to release a statement,” Mari started. “Something vague but reassuring. This isn’t going to be about you dating Masaki, it’s going to be about you dating a man. It’s new. Fans will be disappointed while others cheer you on.” Mari gently touched his shaking hand. “Remember when Todoroki started dating Denki?”

Oh god, that was a nightmare. Fans everywhere were pissed, happy and sad. Denki got so much hate mail. Todoroki dropped in ranks due to the backlash of coming out as gay. A lot of fans didn’t understand how ‘he could date an idiot’. It was awful.

“Yeah... it was bad.”

Mari’s eyes softened as she tried to give him a reassuring smile. “It’s going to be worse.”

Chapter Text

Katsuki glared down at the offending piece of lace. He didn't understand why he picked yellow but his little hero reminded him of the sun, and he deserved panties to match. Okay, he was really just ignoring the chaos outside the door to his studio. The tabloids had exploded with the picture of him kissing Izuku on the cheek—exactly as he'd intended. He had seen the camera and leaned in deliberately. He didn't care about the chaos it would cause. In fact, he welcomed it with open arms. The world was always watching him, judging him and now they were watching Izuku too. But this time, it was on his terms.

Before Katsuki could sink any deeper into his offending work, the door to his studio swung open and in walked a very angry looking troll. Ah. Big brother is here. Lilac eyes narrowed in on him, quirk at the ready if Shinso doesn't like what comes out of his mouth. Ha! He won't.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Shinso said lowly.

Katsuki scoffed, spinning on the stool, getting to his feet. He walked over to the window and leaned against it, his back to Shinso. "What if I did?" He smirked.

Shinso stepped forward, crossing the room quickly, closing the distance between them. "You know what you've done to Izuku's reputation, right? The media's tearing him apart, questioning everything about his private life. You didn't even give him a chance to come out! You could've shut the fuck up but no—you had to make a show of it!"

Katsuki turned slowly, his red eyes locking onto Shinso's. "My little hero isn't a damn baby, Hito. He's not fragile. He can fucking handle the press."

Shinso's hands clenched at his sides. Damn, this asshole really wants to fight today. "Why? Why would you do that to him? Japan is freaking the fuck out!"

Katsuki's lips curled into a feral grin. "You think Izuku's scared of a few headlines? He's the Number One Hero for a reason. He can deal with the media. Hell, this'll probably blow over in a week, but now everyone knows one thing for sure—he's fucking mine."

"So, you did all this to fucking claim him?!" Shinso looked about two seconds away from using his quirk and making him walk off the roof top.

Katsuki's grin didn't falter. "Damn right. The media's been stiffing around his love life for fucking years. Making up shit, twisting everything. But now they know. Now the fucking world knows he's with me."

"Yeah, with Masaki Bakugo!"

He snorted, waving a hand, "Same fucking thing."

Shinso stared at him in frustration. "Do you even realize what you're saying? Does Izuku even fucking know what you did?!"

"We didn't talk about it." Katsuki shrugged, the grin slipping from his lips slightly. "He'll understand."

Shinso sighed tiredly. "Kats, this isn't—he doesn't need..." Another sigh left his lips. Damn. Shinso was seriously stressed if he was sighing as much as his daddy "Izuku has enough on his plate, and this just tipped it off the table."

Well, fuck. He really didn't think this one through. Yes, he wanted the God damn world to know that Izuku Midoriya—Hero Deku was off the fucking market, but he didn't really take into account the hounding he'd get.

"My sweet bunny can handle anything thrown at him."

Shinso groaned loudly, his fingers gripping the purple strands on his head. "Oh, my fucking god, man! Physically! Only physically! He's like a fucking baby bunny that goes hulk! His heart is on his sleeve!"

"But he's a very sexy hulk..." Katsuki muttered under his breath.

"You better fucking fix this, Katsuki or I will mind control you to explode your organs."

Katsuki rolled his red eyes with a huff. "That's a big mess for you to clean up."

"It'd be fucking worth it." Shinso shot him one last glare before turning on his heels and yanking open the door. What neither of them expected was Izuku standing on the other side with a blank expression on his face. "Brother."

"Brother." Izuku replied simply. "I would ask why you're here, but I heard everything through the door." Beautiful emerald eyes landed on him, his heart instantly kicked up, rapidly pounding in his chest. "You did it on purpose?" Katsuki didn't even attempt to deny it. He nodded firmly. Like he would back down from a fight. Izuku stepped into the studio and shut the door quietly behind him. "Katsuki..."

The blonde held up his last pair of lace panties, at this point Izuku had an entire drawer full. Mostly black or white. Yellow was the first colored pair. "I made you a pair to match your sunshine personality."

Izuku barely fucking glanced at the panties, his eyes darkening. "I'm not wearing those when you disrespected me and didn't let me do this on my terms. You should have talked to me but instead you acted like a brat who doesn't like to share."

Shinso smirked, "And that's why he's the big guy, Kats."

Katsuki bit the instead of his cheek, barely holding in the groan. His cock instantly came to life, pressing right up against the zipper of his slacks. Fuck, when his little hero goes serious, it's a turn on. "Fuck, baby, you know I don't share well." A sweet shade of pink graced over Izuku's cheeks. "Would you help me learn, sweet thang? Teach me all the ways?" Izuku rolled his lower lip between his teeth, fingers tugging on the hem of his white shirt.

Check fucking mate.

"Wow." Shinso slapped his palm right on his forehead. "Zuku! It's time to be Mr. Number One Hero!"

"But..." Izuku slowly inched towards him. "He says the nicest things."

"Raise your standards, dumbass!"

Katsuki opened his arms and in two seconds he was inhaling Izuku's sandal wood scent. "He fucking loves me, Hito. I'll always win." Izuku snuggled into his chest, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. Katsuki grinned over the green curls, "He's mine."

Shinso wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ew, that's my brother."

"Says the one I saw getting fucked by my best friend." Izuku mumbled against his skin before pressing a soft kiss there.

"It was Fuck Friday!" Shinso shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Katsuki knew all about Fuck Friday. Did he send Izuku there knowing that fucking Elmo was screwing his brother? Fuck yes. Izuku deserved to know. "Thanks for that one asshole." Shinso scowled at him.

Katsuki shrugged carelessly, "He was frowning." Shinso rolled his eyes. "I couldn't let my baby frown."

"That— you know what?" Shinso held up his hands, "I don't give a fuck. Have fun with him Izuku! He's your problem now!" That's what that fucker thinks.

Katsuki could feel Izuku's lips curl into a smile against his skin. "You like that don't ya, baby?" Izuku nodded quickly, plastering his body to him and wrapping his arms around his waist tightly.

"Sir!" The door swung open revealing his personal assistant. "I—Oh my god! It's true!" Botan bounced from foot to foot with different colored fabrics in his arm.

Izuku stiffened slightly against. He slowly trailed his fingers up the hero's back, cupping the back of his neck. "Yes, Bo, this is my boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya. You are to treat him with respect." He didn't know if Botan heard him since the little squirt was too busy being a fan boy over the man in his arms. "Botan." he snapped with no serious bite.

Opal eyes shifted to him, "S-Sorry sir! I saw the reporters outside the building and came to warn you!" Botan quickly set the fabric at his workstation— making sure to not disturb his current project. "Sir! Is Deku Sir going to be in the Spring line fashion show in two weeks?"

The hero tried to pull out of his grip but he held him in place, grinning. "Great idea, Bo. You still have his measurements?" Botan nodded eagerly; a glint of mischief shined in his opal eyes. "Good. Get to it then." Botan bowed at the waist and turned, skipping from the room with a smirk on his lips.

A few black tendrils wrapped around his wrists and pulled his arms behind his back. Izuku took a small step back, glaring up at him. "I thought I was clear about talking to me first."

"Oh, bunny, I will always be the selfish brat my mama claimed me to be." Katsuki leaned down, licking across Izuku's plush lips. "You couldn't say no to me before and it ain't going to work now."

Izuku swiftly closed the distance, pressing a deep, hot kiss to his lips.

And yes, he left wearing the fucking yellow panties.

Bunny can't say no.

Chapter Text

The simple beat of the bass echoed through his body, trickling into his blood stream and straight to his heart. Nothing seemed to calm him these days.

Not even blowing up shit.

“Huh.” Katsuki lifted his gaze to see a pair of lilac eyes filled with nothing but fucking humor. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this Kats.”

Katsuki scoffed, bringing his glass to his lips and taking a long drink until the dark amber liquid was gone. “I’m fucking fine, fuck face.”

“Didn’t know the great Ground Zero to be a liar.” Oh, fucking great. The other annoying idiot was here. Dabi plopped down on the stool next to him. “Long time no see, Blasty.”

“Hey Staples, how’s the scars?” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he pushed to his feet. Dabi’s hand clamped down on his shoulder, pushing him back down. “Fuck off, fucker, I ain’t in the mood.”

Shinso frowned a bit, his eyes looking at him with concern. “Zero, what’s going on?” Shinso for some fucking reason could always read him. Even back when he didn’t speak, those purple eyes could see right through him. “Dabi, lay off or get the fuck out.”

Dabi lifted his hands in surrender. “I’m just pissy cause my stupid boyfriend got a fucking stupid job and is too busy to fuck.”

“Is that all you fuckers care about?” Katsuki grumbled under his breath. The two idiots went silent and when he looked up, he found wide eyes staring at him. “What?!”

Dabi blinked, “Dude, what crawled up your ass? Aren’t you like... the king of fucking?” Shinso sighed, shaking his head a little. “What? Tell me I’m wrong.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Katsuki has made his way through so many fucking beds he could use them to fill a massive hotel. Once he laid eyes on his cute little hero, he stopped but sex became an outlet for his feelings. New guy every night. Sometimes two if he was feeling up to it.

Now he’s sitting here sulking because the one man he’s so fucking lovesick for won’t say three little words to him.

“Kat.:.” Shinso whispered, propping his folded arms on the bar. “What’s going on?”

Katsuki quickly looked down at his empty glass and it felt like that was a big fat symbol of his life. So empty... just waiting to be filled. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “The fucking spring line is a joke, and I got offers for a fall line already on top of the summer wedding shit—” Katsuki ran a hand through his blonde hair, groaning a little. “Plus, all the shit with Deku. I don’t want him to think I’m not there for him.”

Shinso’s eyes quickly slid to Dabi then back to him. “He loves you, man, nothing can change that.”

“He hasn’t said it...” Katsuki whispered. God, he hated this shit. The vulnerability ate him up and spat him out. Not before chewing up all the confidence, he had under his belt.

“He will.” Shinso promised, “He’s scared shitless.”

“I’m a fucking catch.”

Shinso chuckled, “That’s the problem. You treat him better than anyone else has. And you’re a villain on top of that. Fucks with his big head.”

Dabi grunted, leaning onto his shoulder and resting his stupid face on his shoulder. “Birdy was saying that he’s under a lot of fucking pressure with all the rising shit with the old commissioner... and the stunt you pulled.”

“It wasn’t my brightest moment, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.” Katsuki growled slightly, “The world needed to know he was mine.”

“You’re like a feral dog.” Dabi muttered. “You might as well piss on him too.”

“I fucking could!”

Shinso wrinkled his nose. “I’m not even into watersports, I highly doubt my brother is.” A visibly shiver ran over his body. “You know what? We need to stop talking about him.”

“You pictured it!”

“I have so many fucking regrets.” Shinso sighed and turned to a customer asking for a refill. Katsuki huffed. His mind has been spinning round and round over Izuku and wondering what his next move should be. Should he bring it up? Should he just blurt it out?

The thing with Izuku... anxiety had a firm grip on him. Katsuki knew that going into this relationship, but he saw it in full force the other day.

Izuku unbuttoned his jeans and freaked the fuck out.

Soft emerald eyes flooded with panic and his breathing exhaled from his body, but he struggled to get a return breath. It took about an hour for him to get Izuku to calm down and sleep. From that day, he didn’t try to push his bunny into anything.

Izuku seemed fine the next morning. Gave him a sweet kiss before breakfast and snuggled into his side while he cooked. Katsuki wasn’t a fucking idiot. He knew his little hero all too well.

“My brother’s drunk and making a fool of himself.” Shinso announced as he walked back over to him. “Eijiro got it on tape for my blackmail folder.”

“Blackmail folder? Seriously?” Dabi deadpanned. “You could say Japan’s Sweetheart said fuck in front of children and the press would eat that shit up.”

Shinso smirked, holding up his phone and pressing play. “I use it on him when I want to get out of missions he tries to send me on.”

“So, who is this beautiful blondie?” Mina shoved her face right into his, noses brushing as her dark eyes waited for an answer.

“It says here that he’s a fashion designer!” Denki chimed in.

“Damn, I’d say he’s got a sugar daddy, but we all know Mido has the money in any relationship.” Sero laughed. “Denks, it’s you that has a sugar daddy.”

Todoroki hummed around his glass as he nudged the plate of food towards his fiancé. “A lot of time it’s my father’s money.” Izuku struggled to hide his eye roll.

“Sugar daddy with daddy issues.” Izuku mumbled.

“We’re getting off topic!” Mina all but screamed. “Answer the question!” Izuku tried to move back... and maybe slide out of the booth but a hard body stopped him.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima grinned. “I have questions too.” Izuku pouted at his best friend. “No, no.

Izuku groaned loudly, leaning heavily against Kirishima’s chest. “I wanna dance, butthole.”

“Liar. You don’t dance.”

“I do when I drunkie drunk!” Izuku slurred.

Katsuki couldn’t take any more of this. He nudged the villain off his shoulder and stood. “I’m going with you.”

“Great.” Shinso said with a heavy sigh. “Don’t go all Alpha on him. Zuku is like a pretty kitten that needs pets when he’s this drunk.”

“I’m gonna piss on him.” Katsuki smirked with a wag of his eyebrow, “Gotta claim what’s mine right?”

“Dear lord.” Shinso sighed, “You’re so feral sometimes.”

After taking off his villain suit and popping in his annoying ass blue contacts, he was ready to find his little hero. Shinso led the way over to where Kirishima must have told him Izuku would be.

And that was the dance floor.

Katsuki held back the snarl trying to break from his lips. “Why the fuck is he alone?”

“Dang, you even snarl like a feral Alpha.” Shinso grumbled before taking a glance in his direction. “Are you going to breed him then bite his neck too?”

Katsuki growled at the shorter man. “Watch it, fuck face. I ain’t in the mood for—” Suddenly if felt like the room froze around him. Bright emerald eyes locked onto his, pulling him in like a fucking magnet.

Izuku Midoriya was the sun and he was the moon.

“Hi!” Izuku giggled once he was close enough to grip his shirt. “I’m d-drunk!”

Katsuki let a genuine smile spread across his lips. “I see that.” He glanced around the crowd and tugged the little hero closer when several hungry eyes looked over Izuku. Maybe he was a little feral. “You’re drawing up a crowd baby.”

“I only want... you.” Izuku let out a happy sigh before collapsing into his chest. “You smelllll yummy.”

“Only for you, dollface.”

“Kat... K-Kact...” Izuku huffed cutely, “I’m gonna call you Kachan.”

“Kat...” Izuku smiled brightly, tilting his head as he thought. “I’m gonna call you Kachan!”

“HAH!?” Katsuki folded his arms, glaring. “My name is Katsuki, dummy.”

The little green haired boy just brightened his megawatt smile. “I know but I think Kachan is cooler! It’s just for me!”

Little Katsuki’s heart pounded in his chest. “F-Fine! Then I’m calling you Deku!”

“I’m not u-useless, Kachan!”

“I know, dummy! It’s your hero name!”

Katsuki slammed back into the present when a hand gripped his semi through his jeans. Izuku nuzzled his nose along his jaw, hand gently moving over his growing cock and fingers lightly twirled the hairs on the base of his neck. “Y...” He cleared his throat. “You’re playing dirty, bunny.”

Izuku flat out moaned. “Kac—”

The blonde quickly pressed a finger to Izuku’s plush pink lips, silencing him. If Katsuki or fuck even Kachan got out, it wouldn’t take a fucking genius to put him as Ground Zero even with contacts in. “Not here, sweet thang, I don’t want to go out in cuffs.”

Izuku’s glassy eyes looked up at him. “Only in bed?” Fuck, he fucking loved this man.

“Yeah, bunny, only in bed.”

“Oh. My GOD!” Izuku squeaked loudly and jumped up, wrapping his arm and legs around him like a fucking monkey. Katsuki anchored him to his chest as he glared over at the fucking pink freak. “It’s you!”

Well... motherfucker.

Katsuki forced a small smile on his lips. “Yeah, just picking up my boyfriend for the night.” Fuck. These idiots are fucking annoying already. He didn’t miss Shinso’s stupid ass smirk as he grinded his hips back on a very angry looking dog. Eijiro Kirishima—AKA Izuku’s best friend.

That was one of the idiots he knew was going to be a massive problem if his identity got out. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at Shinso, trying to kill him from the inside out. Shinso just rolled his eyes and grabbed his boyfriend’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Time to go, bunny.” Katsuki whispered in his ear. “Hungry?” Izuku nodded quickly, hiding his face in his neck. He glanced at the pink chick with annoyance. “Sorry, I need to get Izuku home for the night. If you’ll excuse me.” Which in his mother’s terms were ‘Get the fuck out of the way bitches.’

Some people didn’t get that memo.

“Hey man,” Elbows placed a hand on Izuku’s back, halting him. “You can’t just—”

“I can do whatever I please.” Katsuki bit back every fucking cuss word that had the urge to boom from his lips. “Izuku is my boyfriend. You all let him get so drunk that anyone could have dragged him to the bathroom and raped him. I didn’t see any of you f—idiots watching him when I showed up but there were plenty of sick freaks in here ready to devour him.” Izuku whimpered slightly as his voice grew with more venom. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

Elbows quickly pulled his pink girlfriend behind him slightly. “Look, bro, we’re not trying to cause trouble but you—”

“I dare you to say it f—”

Shinso stepped in front of him, no longer with the redhead dumbass. “Sero, he has a crap ton of lawyers that will get your hero license revoked. Don’t be stupid. Masaki Bakugo is not just a fashion designer but a very powerful man.”

Sero paled slightly. “And you trust him to just take Mido home?”

“Yeah, I do.” Shinso deadpanned. “He’s my brother. I wouldn’t have brought Masaki if I didn’t want him to take Izuku home. I’d like to get fucked tonight, not hold my brother’s hair while he pukes his guts out all night.” Shinso turned to him. “Get a bucket. He’s a huge puker.”

Katsuki gave a curt nod before stepping around the nosey fuckers and leaving the bar with his cute bunny attached to him. “You’re in so much fucking trouble, baby... I’m going to spank your ass until it’s bright red.”

Izuku shivered.

Chapter Text

“Kachan!”

The blonde-haired boy whipped his head around, pausing mid drink at the water fountain. “What, dummy?” He said before dropping his lips back to the flowing water.

“My mama said I have to go home now.” Izuku stuck out his lower lips, tears instantly burning behind his eyes. “I don’t wanna.”

Kachan pushed away from the water fountain and flicked his finger on Izuku’s forehead. “You gotta go find out when your quirks’ gonna come, Deku! We can’t be heroes if we don’t know! I bet it’ll be super awesome!”

Izuku smiled brightly and rubbed at the tears on his cheeks. “Okay, Kachan! Tomorrow!”

But tomorrow never came...

“Your son is quirkless.”

Izuku peeked up at his mom through his curls. She was looking from the doctor to the x-ray that confirmed everything. “What do you mean... quirkless?”

The doctor sighed, like now that Izuku was branded with the word ‘quirkless’ this was a waste of his time. “He won’t ever get a quirk.”

Inko nodded and grabbed his small wrist tightly in her grip. “Come, Izuku, we need to go home.”

“B-But mama! You said we could go to the park!” Izuku tugged at her grip, but she only curled her fingers tighter. Mama has never hurt him before. Why was she doing it now?

“No park, Izuku.” Inko all but hissed. “I can’t be known as a mother with a quirkless son! Do you understand what this means?! If they find out—if people find out, then my life will change!”

The drive home was quiet or at least he was quiet. His mama was muttering under her breath a bunch of words he didn’t understand. All he wanted to do was go to the park. Why couldn’t he go? Izuku looked down at his fingers and frowned.

Quirkless.

He could never be like All Might...

He could never be a hero...

He would never be able to be Kachan’s hero partner...

Inko ripped open the car door and pulled him out, choking him with the seatbelt slightly before he could click the button to unlock it. “You will never tell anyone. You’ll go to school and play dumb. You’ll do everything I say!” Inko dragged him up the stairs. Izuku kicked and screamed at the woman he thought was filled with nothing but love. “Shut up, you quirkless freak!” The door to the apartment slammed shut, she took three steps to the hall closet door and opened it. “Not another word, Izuku.” She pushed him in and shut the door with a bang.

Izuku clamped his hands over his mouth to hold in any whimpers or sobs that tried to escape. There was only one person he wanted right now... Kachan would save him. Kachan would use his super cool quirk and make the darkness go away.

But Kachan never came...

Izuku gasped, eyes flying open as his hand clamped down over his mouth. He can’t make a sound. The last time his mother heard him from the closet, she... she...

A whimper expelled from his lips.

No! No! NO! She’s going to hear me! She’s going to hurt me! I wanna come out tomorrow! I wa—

A hand gently wrapped around his wrist and a scream tore through his lips. “NO! I didn’t mean to! I-I'm sorry! I’ll be quiet! I’ll be good!”

“Deku!”

“Dumb Deku, why you crying? It’s just a bug.

Izuku froze in disbelief, forcing his eyes open to meet... to meet—“K-Kachan?” Katsuki didn’t break the silence between them. The air hung heavy... like Katsuki didn’t know whether he wanted to deny or confirm what he found.

There was something wrong with the scarlet red eyes staring down at him. They were dark and swirled with rage. The hand around his wrist was growing slightly warmer, sweat soaking the skin. “Zero?” He tried again, voice barely above a whisper.

Katsuki blinked as if he was coming out of a trance. “What...” he cleared his throat, removing his hand and wiping it on his sweatpants. “Why didn’t you come back to the park?”

Well, if he had any doubts about Katsuki being the same Kachan from the park, it vanished.

“I-I...” Izuku trailed off, words catching in his throat. He knew—from his dream anyway—what happened the day after the park. He went to the doctor, got the label slapped on his forehead and his m... mother went from sweet, kind, tucking him into bed at night with a kiss to the cheek to a mean and cruel woman.

After that? He didn’t remember.

According to Hound Dog and Aizawa, his mind has locked those lovely memories away in a box that was sealed shut. No matter how many times he tried to remember, it never came. Hizashi always pointed out that maybe it was for the best. Izuku still had moments. Flashes. Feelings. Panic. The familiar dread filling his lungs as he laid in bed the night Aizawa took him home.

The door was closed, and he could hear footsteps on the other side. He was crying. From being finally saved but also the fear that it wasn’t real. That he’d wake up back in the closet. God, he hated the closet. With his hands pressed tightly over his mouth, he tried to choke back the sob wanting to escape.

But Aizawa heard him and opened the door.

“NO! I-I'll be q-quiet! Please! No!” All he wanted to do was sleep in a warm bed! He didn’t want the cold floor chilling his skin anymore. He wanted to stay here!

“Shhh.” Aizawa gently hushed him as he pulled Izuku into his chest. “You’re safe, Izuku.” It took hours but he slowly calmed down enough for Aizawa to tuck him back into bed and kiss his forehead. The door never closed after that. Whenever he had nightmares, Hitoshi would crawl into his bed and try to get him to talk, to calm his mind and give him something good to dream about.

Hitoshi squished Izuku to his chest, forcing his nose into the crook of his neck. Smells helped. Hitoshi always smelled like lavender mixed with a deeper scent of something he could never describe. It was like walking outside under the stars and inhaling the fresh air. He always smelled like that. “It’s okay, brother, replace those nightmares with a happy moment. No cares in the world. No demons haunting you. Only pure happiness.”

Izuku would never remember the next morning, but he always went back to a certain little blonde boy with a very explosive attitude to match his quirk.

A warm hand cup his cheek pulling him back to the present. It was like he was staring at Katsuki in a whole new light. The man in front of him flickered between the little boy from so many years ago.

And then... it hits him like a fucking Texas Smash to the chest.

“No...” Izuku whimpered and shook his head back and forth. “No, no, no!” Black Whip shot from his body, pushing the blonde off the bed as he stood and began his pace in front of the bed. Katsuki grunted as he picked himself up off the floor. “I-It’s all...” The words wouldn’t come out. If he said them then they’d be real.

“Deku!” Katsuki’s voice began to fade. Panic filled his chest along with sorrow. It was all his fault! This was his fault!

ALL BECAUSE I’M QUIRKLESS!

Izuku tugged angrily at his curls, pain flaring at the root of his scalp. God, he was nothing but a fuck up! His mother was right! He was better off dea—

“Deku.”

He whipped his head around to find... “Kachan...” There was no stopping the tears from rolling down his cheeks as he stared up at the blonde. His Kachan grew up. Izuku knew he would grow up to be a big... strong... hero.

The word stabbed him in the chest, and it felt as if someone twisted the knife back and forth.

“I-It’s all my f-fault...” Izuku whispered weakly.

Katsuki tilted his head, face unreadable. “You really do blame yourself for everything, don’t you?” Izuku laughed wetly, nodding. He tried to scrub his face to rid the tears but more quickly replaced them. “You know,” Katsuki whispered softly, taking a step towards him. “I waited at the park until my ma came and dragged me back to the house. I came every day. Rain or shine. My mom investigated things but since my dumbass never got your last name... I couldn’t find you.” Izuku sniffled and the blonde grew closer. “I have a feeling that you didn’t just fucking ditch me.” Izuku shook his head sadly. He wanted so badly to go to the park. “Then here’s the deal, dummy Deku.” A weak smile spread across his lips. Katsuki gently cupped his cheeks and thumbed away the tears. “If I can’t blame myself for saving you when we were four then you can’t blame yourself for not saving me. You're a selfless bastard but like fuck could you do anything back then.

“You didn’t deserve anything. Quirk or no quirk.” Katsuki scowled, “That bitch better be rotting somewhere or I swear to fuck, I will put her in the ground.”

Izuku’s smile grew a little brighter. “T-There’s a l-line.”

Slowly circles traced over his freckles as those very pretty eyes searched over his face. Katsuki wasn’t going to let this go easily. Those eyes wanted information he wouldn’t or couldn’t give. From the day he was labeled quirkless and until his early teens... he couldn’t remember a lot.

Remember? The stupid box that held nothing but trauma.

Izuku placed his hands against his chest. “W-Will you...” he swallowed thickly. “Will you make love to me?” Katsuki’s eyes widened but grew dark with lust at the same time. “I don’t want... I want you to replace my bad dreams with good ones. I want you to take the darkness away.” He whispered.

“Once we start, little hero, I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name and cumming on my cock.” Katsuki’s husky tone sent shivers down his spine. Did the thought of that... cock entering him sound terrifying? Yes. Did it also turn him on to the point of pre cum soaking his boxers? Also, yes.

Izuku shivered. Hot fingers trailed over his freckled skin, stopping at the waist band of his boxers. Katsuki's dark lust filled eyes looked at the fabric like it personally offended him. "I thought I fucking threw these stupid things away."

"Sometimes my butt gets cold at night, so I stole yours."

Katsuki tilted his head, "I'm okay with this."

"I knew you would be." Izuku smiled and took a minute to run his hands greedily over Katsuki's pecs. This man... His man, he had to have been sculpted from the Gods. It was hard to believe that Katsuki was all his. This man was his and his alone. No sharing. No nothing. Katsuki only had one boyfriend and that... Was him.

"What the fuck are you all smiley about?"

Izuku beamed up at him. Pure happiness flooding through is veins. "You're mine."

Katsuki raised a brow, "Is that so?" The hands that rested against his back moved down to cup his ass and lift him into Katsuki's arms. Katsuki didn't so much as grunt at his weight. Izuku knew he wasn't light. He was pure muscle after all. It felt good to wrap his arms and legs around the blonde. They fit so well.

Izuku hummed, nodding quickly, curls fell over his forehead as he smiled down at Katsuki. "Move in with me." he blurted out. "I don't want to spend another night alone. I want you here with me. I want to be by your side no matter what."

Something shifted in those crimson eyes, but he didn't have a chance to ask. Izuku squealed as his back hit the bed and Katsuki crawled up over his body. "Listen here, bunny, only I can say cutesy shit like that. Only I can—”

"No." Izuku's smile softened. He ran his fingers through the soft blonde spikes, ruffling them. They were going to get messed up anyways. "You deserve cutesy shit too."

"You're going to make me gag, baby." Katsuki's gaze flicked down to his lips and that's the only warning he got.

Izuku tried—and failed—to fight for dominance. It didn't matter what he did, Katsuki quickly took control, and he was forced to indulge. Quickly, he got lost in the way Katsuki tasted... smelled. So stupidly lost that he didn't notice the clothes had disappeared between them and Katsuki's firm naked body pressed into his. Izuku gasped against the other's lips only inviting him to lick into his mouth and plunge forward, deepening the kiss further.

"K-Kac—" Izuku moaned loudly, arching up when a warm slick hand circled his throbbing length. "Oh...fuck."

"Damn, Japan's Sweetheart turns naughty when someone touches his pretty little cock."

Izuku shot him a deadly glare. "Don't kill my boner with work, asshole."

"Feisty." Katsuki smirked wickedly. "I love when that cute mouth of yours says such nasty things, baby."

Suddenly, he was flipped onto his stomach with his ass in the air. Okay this was so uncomfortable... He tried to sit up and hide himself, but Katsuki slapped a hand on his back, pushing him back down. "No, no, bunny. I've waited so long to taste this ass." Izuku whimpered, burying his heated face in the sheets. He didn't think Katsuki would do this on their first time! "Look at this cute little hole." Izuku whined loudly but Katsuki didn't give a shit. "So, my sweet little hero, are you still going to deny yourself? Are you going to start screaming that you're nothing but straight?"

Izuku turned his head, pressing his cheek into the soft sheets and licked his dry lips. "I—" Any words that tried to escape fell as Katsuki's thumb rubbed against his hole. It was completely different than when he touched himself. Everything felt like it was dialed up to a hundred. "K-Kat... P-please..." he whispered breathlessly. The thumb disappeared but before he had a chance to protest, a hot breath followed by Katsuki's tongue licked across his sensitive skin. "Oh!"

"You're going to pass the fuck out on my cock, baby, don't forget."

Katsuki took his time prepping his tight virgin hole as he called it. He started with his tongue then moved to his fingers slowly adding one then another. This was way better than the stupid donut. Izuku could barely keep it together. He begged and cried for more. He needed more.

"K... mmmm..." He moaned softly.

"Yes, bunny?" Katsuki replied smugly. "Do you think you can handle me?" Izuku nodded quickly, any words he wanted to say just disappeared. "I don't know..." Katsuki lightly tapped his cock against his needy hole. He whined as he wiggled his hips, hoping he could get the blonde to hurry up. "Okay, okay, you needy thing." Katsuki grabbed the bottle of lube and drizzled some over his hole. Izuku wished to see Katsuki's face, but he was embarrassed to show his own. So, he stayed like a good boy and waited for his prize. "Mmm... This ass is so fucking perfect. All tanned and covered in freckles. Beautiful." Now he was thankful as hell his face was buried in the sheets.

Katsuki's hands ran over his ass cheeks, squeezing, rubbing. It was so nice. Izuku relaxed little by little and barely noticed anything else until something poked at his hole... And it wasn't a finger. "Just relax." Katsuki whispered, heating the hand on his ass for a distraction.

How men do this, he didn't know because holy fucking shit it hurt. Izuku reached back and pressed a firm hand to the blonde's chest. "H-Hurts." He whispered. Katsuki hummed. The hand on his ass slowly drew circles over his skin as his body relaxed again. Katsuki's dick was huge. HUGE! Breaking a leg was less painful than taking this dick up the ass. Okay, maybe he's being dramatic, but it hurt! Katsuki waited patiently as his body adjusted to his size. There wasn't any yelling or mean words or anything. Just the fingers on his ass and a soft hum here and there. With Katsuki being so gentle, he melted into the mattress.

"Push back, sweetheart." Izuku hesitated. "C'mon my little hero, there's nothing to be scared of. I promise it will feel amazing." How the hell could he say no to that?! Izuku very slowly shifted his hips back, taking more of Katsuki's hard cock inside him. This time there was a small sting but pleasure quickly overtook his nerves. The further back he pushed, the better it felt. Izuku moaned. "There you go, sweet thang." The blonde whispered, trailing his fingers down his hip to find his hard leaking cock. "Look how pretty you are... All needy for me..." he whispered almost sweetly. "Look at this pretty little hole taking my cock..." Izuku gasped, fingers clenching around the dark sheets, his head dropping back as he moaned. "I found it, didn't I? That spot so deep inside you, making you feel so fucking good."

"Y-Yessssss..." Izuku moaned. He rocked himself forward then pushed back harder his time. Hitting that spot over and over again. A hot hand circled his length. A zing of overwhelming pleasure shot through his core. "T-Too much!"

Katsuki laughed lightly as he wrapped his arm around his shoulder, "We've just begun, dollface." With a jerk, Izuku's back hit the taller man's chest, forcing the cock deeper inside him. Katsuki moaned in his ear, "Mhm. That's right baby. This is how it should have been all those times in the alley." Izuku gripped the arm around his neck tightly. He learned long ago that there was no stopping this man. The give and take were equal... Until Katsuki only wanted to take. "I should have unzipped your hero suit..." Katsuki thrusted his hips pulling a moan from his lips. "Would I have found a thong, baby? Do you wear those under your suit like a slut?" Izuku nodded before dropping his head back against Katsuki's shoulder. He got lost in the words. Every thrust. Every moan pulled him closer and closer to the brink. He's never felt like this before... and it scared him.

"K-Katsuki!" Izuku panted, tightening his grip.

Katsuki must have noticed his panic. "Shhh, just let go, sweetheart." Soft lips kissed along his neck until it found the curve of his shoulder. "Cum."

One word, one thrust, one stroke and a single bite threw him over the edge. Izuku came as he cried out for the blonde. A few more thrusts and Katsuki came, filling him with warmth as they both began to come down from the high together.

"I got you, my little hero."

Izuku nodded tired, sagging into the blonde for support. His heart felt so full... maybe that's why his body felt so heavy? "...gonna sleep now." He mumbled tiredly. Whether his boyfriend replied or not, he let his eyes flutter close and the darkness to swallow him whole.

"C'mon Deku! We gotta beat the baddies!

"Coming, Kachan!

Izuku smiled softly.

A dream once forgotten came back to the surface where he hoped it would stay for a long time.

Chapter Text

Brother: You’re expected to show your dumb face at dad’s tonight for family dinner. I already accepted the invitation for you and your plus one being Masaki Bakugo. If you don’t fucking show, I will send my blackmail folder to the press and Katsuki’s folder to dad… then I’ll sic Eri and pops on you.

Brother: P.S. You owe me for keeping my dog and your dog from having a fucking pissing contest of dominance last night.

Brother: P.S.S. If Kats pisses on you, wasn’t my idea.

“What the hell?” Katsuki opened an eye and found his sweet bunny glaring down at his phone. Well, there went morning sex. Pushing up on his elbows, he lightly kicked Izuku where he sat on the end of the bed.

“Turn off your filthy mouth.” Katsuki smirked as bright green eyes landed on him and those eyes trailed along his bare chest... moving lower to his exposed cock laying against his thigh. “Wanna touch it, sweet thang? I’d let you but it’s gonna cost you.”

Izuku’s eyes darted back to his. “Why is Hito saying you’re going to pee on me?

Katsuki scowled. Motherfucker. “That fucking bastard is going to get blown into pieces! I’m not some feral Alpha dog that pisses on things!”

Izuku arched a brow, “Have you thought about it?”

“Fuck! Fine! One time!” Katsuki pushed up fully and made a move to swing his legs over the edge but was attacked by a heavy bunny.

Izuku rested his cheek against his thigh, smiling up at him. “I’ll let you claim me any other way. No peeing.”

The blonde rolled his eyes with a scoff. His fingers gently found their way into Izuku’s mess of curls. “Now what were you cussing about so early this morning?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, “Hito says I must show up to family dinner and bring my boyfriend. Oh! And he has some stupid blackmail folder on me.” Izuku huffed, “Thats the last person I want to have anything on me.”

“You were cute as shit all drunk.”

Izuku groaned loudly and buried his face in space where his thigh meets his hip. The hot puffs of his breath made his cock instantly begin to harden. Katsuki slowly slipped his free hand to his length. Fuck. This man was the best to fuck with. Taking his cock, he smacked it against Izuku’s cheek.

“Kachan!” Izuku squeaked and scrambled back. “Did you just... h-hit me with your... d... penis?”

“Oh fuck no.” Katsuki shook his head, “Call it a dick—anything but a penis.” He paused. “Well, unless we’re playing doctor then I think my penis is broken. It hurts so much.” Katsuki groaned loudly as he gave his cock a firm stroke. “See! It’s so hard and swollen!”

Japan’s Sweetheart balked at him.

“Kiss it, make it better?” Katsuki pouted slightly.

“No...?” Izuku spun around and headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Katsuki laughed as he got up and pulled on his sweatpants from the other night. The shower came on behind the closed door. He was tempted to go in there and join his little hero, but he forced himself to leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen.

There was something so damn domestic about this. Izuku taking a shower while he cooks breakfast. It was kinda peaceful—the door slammed open to his penthouse and out of the two annoying assholes, only one uses the door.

“Sir!”

Motherfucking Botan.

Katsuki set the skillet on the burner gently. He didn’t want to break is amazing one of a kind stove/oven in his one of a kind personally designed kitchen. Nope. Don’t blow the fuck up now. “Botan, you know that key card is for emergencies.”

Botan sighed dramatically, “Oh it is!” There goes a fucking relaxing morning out the window. “So, you know that pink gown with the red roses on the bottom going up the side to the corset bust?” His head whipped around so fast the room spun slightly. “I was doing as I was told by you, sir and did the small daily checks on each piece.”

“Get to the fucking point, Bo.” he sternly said.

“That girl from America, Amanda, I think.” Botan places the garment bag on the couch carefully as if it’s a bomb about to go off, he then turns and places his hands on his hips. “Amanda Panda didn’t stitch up an entire side! I think she was going to leave it like that to ruin you!”

Now, he knew Botan was a dramatic kid but he had a feeling that he was right. That bitch from America always gave off a weird vibe. Katsuki never did anything about it, he told Botan to keep a close eye on her and report back if something weird came up.

And here he was with one of his main pieces hanging by a thread.

Katsuki walked over to a side table in the living room. He always kept an emergency sewing kit within reach. Never know when a rip will form in his pants or some shit. Botan quickly laid the dress across the dining room table, unzipping the black garment bag.

He instantly saw what Botan was talking about.

Mother fucking fucker.

That bitch was fired.

“She pinned the top but—”

“Hush.” Katsuki hissed. He needed Botan to shut up for two minutes before he exploded. Botan didn’t deserve his anger. Someone else? Fuck yes. But never Botan. “Remind me to get with Hugo Monday to throw that bitch out.”

“Yes, sir!” Botan grinned.

Katsuki sat heavily in one of the chairs and popped open the kit. He carefully matched the thread to the existing one in the dress. Sliding his glasses into place, he got to work. His fingers move swiftly with the needle, a movement he could make in his sleep after years of experience.

At some point, Botan had draped himself over his back, arms around his neck as he watched. Botan was the only one—besides Izuku or Shinso—that could touch him and not piss him off.

“Would you stop breathing on my damn neck?” Katsuki growled.

“But boss! You missed a stitch!”

Katsuki glanced over the dress, eyeing the previous stitches. Movement caught his eyes, and he looked up over the frames of his glasses to see his very cute ass boyfriend. Izuku was currently in one of his black shirts. The damn thing hung just above the knee and the sleeves hid the scars over his hands. Izuku smiled at him making his dumb heart flutter.

“Be nice.” Izuku mouthed over the steaming mug of coffee in his fingers. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the mug, trying to see if it was trembling but it held firm. Good.

Katsuki moved his eyes back to the dress. “I didn’t miss a fucking a stitch!”

“It’s right there.”

“I didn’t miss that stitch! The dumb bitch did!”

Izuku snorted back what sounded like a giggle and something about “being so cute” before he quickly ran back to the bedroom.

It took well into the afternoon to finish the dress. He had to fix a few of the red roses along the bottom hem but otherwise it was perfect. Botan carefully zipped it into the protective bag and grabbed the hanger.

“I’ll put this in your office!” Botan beamed up at him. Geez, he was like a puppy waiting for a fucking treat. “Anything else, boss?”

“That’s all.” Katsuki waved him off as he walked into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He blinked in surprise to find Izuku in there holding out a fresh mug.

“Bye sir!” Botan called happily. “Bye sir’s one true love!” The door shut with a firm click.

Izuku smiled up at him. “You love him.”

Katsuki scowled. “Shut it, asswipe... he can’t know that.” Heat flooded his cheeks causing Izuku to laugh lightly. “I will hurt you.”

“No, you won’t, Kachan.” Fuck. Fuckity fuck. He missed that stupid ass nickname. Izuku had gone through some terrible shit for years and he wasn’t there to protect him like he promised.

“It’s fine, Deku! I’ll protect you until you get a quirk!”

Katsuki took a long drink of coffee before finding the right words he wanted to say. “Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I wouldn’t have believed you.” Izuku whispered. Somehow, he knew exactly what he was talking about. “Hound Dog would be proud I remembered something good from my childhood.”

Katsuki met his gaze. Those emerald eyes looked lost for a split second before they brightened again. Almost like a cloud moving in front of the sun. “You really don’t remember shit?”

Izuku shrugged, tugging the sleeves over his fingers. “Bits and pieces... more when it first started.” He shrugged again. “Once All Might found me and I went to UA, it wasn’t long before dad put the pieces together. Shinso also caught on but that was because he went through a lot of the same things.”

Was Izuku locked away as much as Shinso? It would make sense but seeing Izuku the way he was last night... he wanted to kill the bitch for doing that to him.

“So... dinner’s at five and it’s only three...” Izuku peeked up at him through his curls. “Wanna blow job?”

He’ll have to plan out murder another time. “Only if I get that ass.” Katsuki threw back the rest of his coffee and grabbed two handfuls of that ass, picking him up. “I am pretty hungry.”

Izuku squealed, pressing a deep kiss to his lips as he took them to the bedroom.

“Thank god we’re not late.” Izuku muttered.

Katsuki shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. This is not what he wanted to do today. It took Izuku begging him to get out of bed and a fucking text from Shinso to get his ass moving. Izuku’s ass was just too tempting. “I mean, we could have skipped it all together, baby, I would have gladly helped you forget.”

“Blackmail!” Izuku hissed, “My brother has blackmail on me!”

Eh.

Before Izuku’s knuckles could hit the wood, the door swung open, and a fucking troll grinned at them. “Well, well, well, it’s soooo lovely to meet you, Masaki.”

Katsuki put on a fake ass smile. “Thanks so much for having me.”

“Hitoshi... this is Masaki my b-boyfriend. Masaki this is Hitoshi Shinso, my annoying, pain in the butt, brother.” Izuku grumbled. “Let’s get this dinner over with.” Izuku grabbed his hand—crushing it in a firm grip—and dragged him inside. They walked down a small hallway leading to the main living room of the house. To his left was a large sectional with a simple coffee table full of papers and a TV which was off. To his right was the kitchen. It wasn’t as great as his but from what he could see someone in this house liked to cook. Next to the kitchen was a semi-formal dining room, a long dark wood table with a total of six chairs sitting around it. Fresh flowers were in the middle in full bloom.

“My baby!” The hero—Present Mic—cried as he quickly wiped his hands on a dark dish towel. Izuku patted his arm slightly and met his father halfway. “It’s been too long, green bean.” Izuku mumbled something he couldn’t make out as he buried his face in Mic’s chest.

Shit. Where the fuck was that mind freak?

Katsuki gave a quick glance of the room before locking eyes with Shinso. The smirk on his lips was enough to know he had something up his sleeve.

“Dad! Izuku and his boyfriend is here!” Shinso yelled down another hallway. “Oh, my god! Dad! Izuku has a mark on his neck!”

This motherfucker was going to get a blast to the face.

Katsuki may have stiffened when fucking Eraserhead silently appeared next to his son. Those two looked like weird copies of each other. How is Shinso not Eraser’s kid?

Eraserhead flashed his red eyes at him before marching over to his youngest son. He pulled Izuku away from his husband and took a firm grip on Izuku’s chin. “What marks is Hitoshi talking about?”

Izuku squirmed in the hold. “N-Nothing, dad! He’s a liar—”

“Then what are these?!” Eraser growled, jerking Izuku’s head gently to the side. “Is there more? Is he hurting you?”

Mic laughed softly, “Those are love bites, babe, nothing to worry about.” Izuku whined as his face grew a bright shade of red. “Now, let’s meet this boyfriend of yours.” Mic was the first to head his way as Eraser looked over his son more closely. Katsuki understood the overprotective side of the heroes. Eraser probably was the first one to figure it out. “Hello Masaki, I’m Yamada Hizashi and that papa bear over there is Shota Aizawa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Hizashi held out his hand.

Katsuki quickly wiped the sweat off his palm on the inside of his jeans before pulling it from his pocket and shaking the hero’s hand. “The pleasure is all mine.” Shinso snorted loudly. “I’ve met your other son, he’s a delight.”

Hizashi laughed, “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been dying to meet you.” The second Hizashi turned around to head back to the kitchen, he flipped off Shinso as he followed a few steps. He will be murdered later.

“Dad! Stop it!” Izuku slapped Aizawa’s hands as he was in the process of lifting his shirt. “It’s hickies!”

Fuck him. Katsuki slid in next to Izuku, wrapping his arm around his waist and pinning the shirt in place with his fingers. “Mr. Aizawa, it’s lovely to meet you.” Izuku wrinkled his nose as he peered up at him. Aizawa on the other hand looked at him like he wanted to murder him.

“Masaki Bakugo.” Aizawa’s cold grey eyes slowly looked him over, scrutinizing. “I can’t say it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Dad!” Izuku gasped. “Stop it!”

“Izuku, quiet.”

Shinso sauntered over and dropped an arm on Izuku’s shoulder. “Yeah, Zu, the adults are talking.” Katsuki fought every urge in his body to punch that fucker in the face.

Aizawa folded his arms over his chest. “What do you want with my son?” Izuku tried to open his mouth, but Shinso slapped his free hand over his lips. If he decided to do anything, he would be outnumbered instantly. With Aizawa’s and Shinso’s quirk against him, it would be one hell of a fight.

“Will you two leave the poor boy alone?” Hizashi sighed, “Izuku’s a big boy and can take care of himself.” Aizawa shot his husband a glare.

Well, at least I know who is the overbearing one.

“Thank you, pops!” Izuku gasped once his mouth was free. He shoved Shinso—with a little OFA behind it—knocking his brother to the ground. “You hand better have been clean. I know where it’s been.”

Shinso laughed and patted the crotch of his pants. “I swear I haven’t touched my dick today.”

Hizashi ushered them all to the table once Shinso picked himself up off the floor. Katsuki was stuck sitting next to the man that kept eyes locked on every move he made and Izuku who held his hand tightly under the table. Hizashi sat next to Izuku and Shinso sat across from him... smirking.

“My brother is up to something.” Izuku whispered under his breath.

At least he wasn’t the only one that saw through the bastard’s dumb ass face. Katsuki nodded slightly, squeezing his hand gently. “You have a wonderful home, Mr. Hizashi.”

Hizashi beamed. “Thank you! I’ve worked so hard to turn this place into a home. We had three cats when we first moved in but something was always missing.” The loud hero sighed happily as his green eyes gazed over his two sons. “When Hitoshi came along, it was a perfect fit. Then Izuku and finally Eri tied it all together.” Katsuki nodded with a soft smile. “And your parents? Do they live around here?”

Katsuki stiffened, “Oh um...” He swallowed thickly. Fuck. He hasn’t talked about them in so long. “My parents died... years ago.”

Hizashi gasped slightly. “I’m so sorry to hear that! How old were you?”

“Nine...”

Izuku cleared his throat, “Pops, it’s a tough subject—”

“Were you in the system?” Aizawa suddenly interrupted.

Katsuki flicked his eyes to Shinso who—of course—was grinning ear to ear. This fucker planned this. “Yeah...” One word answers. That’s all these people needed.

“So was Hitoshi.” Izuku added. Shinso instantly lost his grin and turned to glare daggers at his brother. “Dad instantly took him in.”

Shinso stabbed a piece of meat with his chopsticks. “Did you know Izuku lied his way through the first year of UA? He lived on the street—”

“I did what I had to do!”

“So, the fuck did I!”

“Then leave Ka—Masaki out of it!”

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do, Izuku!”

“Then shut up and I won’t have to, Hitoshi!”

“Boys.” Aizawa said in a stern tone. “No fighting at the table. You both know that pops doesn’t like it.” Katsuki glanced at the blonde hero and winced. He looked like someone kicked a puppy. “Eat.”

Shinso and Izuku quickly shoved food in their mouths before either of them could say anything else. Katsuki decided it was best to follow them and took a small bite from his bowl. Katsudon was a good dish, and he knew that it was one of Izuku’s favorites. “This is delicious, Mr. Hizashi.” He said once he swallowed.

Hizashi smiled, “Thank you, Masaki.”

The rest of dinner was pretty easy. Shinso backed off as did Aizawa and Izuku leaned into him, calming him down. It hurt to see such a happy family... it made his heart ache for his parents. After this he was going to have to go see them. Probably cry a little too.

Katsuki would never admit it but he was emotionally drained. Seeing a happy family while his was gone, hit him hard. It brought memories of ma and dad that he swore he locked down a long time ago. Izuku must have noticed since he suddenly started telling his dads and brother goodnight.

“I’ll meet you in the car.” Izuku kissed his cheek and walked over to the kitchen, pulling Shinso and Hizashi into a tight hug.

Katsuki turned, walking quietly down the hallway. He needed to get his shit together before he gets into the car with Izuku. The last thing he needed to do was cry in front of his crybaby boyfriend. Pulling open the front door, he took one step outside before his head spun and hit the brick wall.

Aizawa pinned him to the wall, not roughly but also not gently either. FUCK! This was the last fucking hero he’d want to step up to. Dark grey eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at him. “I know.” Katsuki fucking gulped. This was it. He could never live a normal life with Izuku or Shinso. He was going to Tar— “I know this is a cry for help.” Another fucking gulp. “I know you don’t have a single bad bone in your body. Hitoshi and Izuku can confirm that just by tonight. I’ve never seen my sons so happy. Izuku is… he’s smiling and laughing. Hitoshi is snarky and a pain in my ass. So, whatever game this is, I’ll play it for now. If you want to parade around as Masaki, fine. This has an expiration date. The minute my sons—Izuku gets hurt by your game in anyway, it’s done and you’ll have to make the choice.”

Katsuki forced his lips to move. “And what’s that?” He hated that he sounded so weak in front of this man.

Aizawa’s eyes flashed red for a single second. “Ground Zero suddenly disappears… or you let Izuku go and face your time behind bars. I wish—” Aizawa sighed, “Izuku wishes he could renew your name. Change it for the hero you’re meant to be. He’ll try his damn hardest to make the world see you’re not some criminal. He’d willingly tear down everything he’s worked so hard for. As his father… I can’t let him do that.” Katsuki nodded slightly, “As his boyfriend it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t do that bullshit.” Katsuki nodded again, silently agreeing to his terms. “I wish I found you.”

Katsuki’s chest tightened. Maybe from the past being brought up… no. It was the fact someone carried enough to look for him back then. “I made it out in one piece.” “

“Says the man running around Japan like an idiot.”

“Kachan? I’m ready to… go…” Izuku looked between the two of them, eyes growing comically wide. “Dad… what are you doing?”

Aizawa slowly turns to look at his son. “Did you forget the name of your boyfriend, Izuku?”

Panic instantly fills his emerald eyes. “No! It’s just a n-nickname!”

Aizawa smirks a little, “Oh so Kachan and Masaki aren’t the same blonde you’ve had your head in the clouds about?”

“Yes!” Izuku slapped a hand around his mouth. “No wait! I mean no! N-No he’s not!”

Shinso crunched loudly on chips he was shoving into his mouth. “And he’s the big number one hero… huh.”

Katsuki groaned loudly. “He’s freaking the fuck out!”

Izuku grabbed on Aizawa’s leg like a fucking toddler. “Please don’t arrest him!”

Aizawa sighed again. “Izuku get up—“

Izuku shook his head, curls moving wildly. “Please! Please! Please! I love him a-and he makes me happy! He’s Kachan! I just got him back! I don’t want to lose him again! Please dad! Please!”

Well, this is a side of Izuku he didn’t really like. Why the hell would— oh fuck. What if he got kidnapped and Izuku was coming to rescue him. Katsuki mentally face palmed. He’d do anything and that’s fucking scary.

Shinso chuckled slightly and kicked his brother in the ass. “Dad had it figured out after the press shit. You really thought he wouldn’t start digging around? Masaki Bakugo doesn’t exist on fucking paper.”

Okay he was eighteen and dumb. He didn’t think that one through.

Izuku stiffened before jumping to his feet and pulling the underground hero into a tight—and he means fucking tight ass hug. “Thank you! Thank you! I love him! I don’t want to lose him!”

Shinso gaged. “Oh god stop. You make it sound like he’s God or has a… oh my god! You got fucked!” Katsuki gritted his teeth as red eyes locked on him. Motherfucker Hitoshi.

“Ahhh!” Hizashi shrieked. “My baby boy lost his cherry!?” Izuku whined, shoving his face in Aizawa’s chest.

Bright yellowish green eyes locked on to him. “Did you use the donut method?” Now he really wanted to die. Tartarus here he comes. “Come show me how you did it! I want to make sure my sweet baby is well taken care of in the prep department. Did you use protection? Are you tested? Clean? I want a copy of those.” Izuku’s face was so fucking red someone would think he was ill.

“Pops…” Izuku whined.

Shinso waved a hand, “Come on, Kachan! I wanna see this prep too!”

After sitting down at the table once again, he pulled up his medical records with the current screenings he had done. Yes, he was a fuck boy for a while, but he wasn’t a careless one. Izuku was safe.

“I expect those once a month, young man.” Hizashi says in a happy tone, but his eyes look like they could kill him with a single blink.

“Understood.” He grumbled.

Meanwhile, Shinso has Izuku tackled on the ground while Aizawa leans against the wall using his quirk on the two.

“Now!” A plate landed on the table in front of him… with a glaze donut in the center. “I want to see the prep you did on my baby.” Katsuki stared at the donut… willing it to grow legs and fucking run away.

“I… uh… do I really?”

Hizashi slapped his hand down next to the plate. “Show. Me. The. Prep.”

“Yeah, Kats, show him.” Shinso smirked from where he had Izuku pinned. “And make sure you moan like Izuku did. I want to hear everythin—“

Izuku groaned as he shoved his brother off his chest and scrambled to his feet. Aizawa must have blinked because within two seconds Izuku was planted in his lap and the donut shoved in his mouth.

Hizashi turned his narrowed eyes to Izuku who had the fucking audacity to blink owlishly up at the other blonde while slowly fucking chewing. “I have more.”

Oh fuck my life. He swore his ma was laughing down at him.

Izuku swallowed the bite, eyes darting to the package on the counter in the kitchen. “I know the rule is no quirks in the house….” Black tendrils shot out of Izuku’s knuckles, latching onto the package of donuts and pulling back until the package hit his chest. Izuku then quickly shoved the last two huge donuts in his mouth and slammed the empty container on the table.

How the fuck did he get here?

How the flying fuck did he end up in this shit?

Chapter Text

“Are you sure you got patrol alone?” Kirishima asked anxiously.

Izuku smiled over at him. “Yes! If you promised those kids, then you need to go! We can’t disappoint them.”

The redhead nodded quickly and fit his head gear over his head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Izuku waved him off. It wasn’t a big deal. Hopefully it was a boring day. “Don’t get hurt, bro!”

“Will do, Ei!”

He pulled his last glove on and shut his locker door, heading out into the city streets. The crisp morning air washed over his body, sending shivers down his spine. Ugh. He wished mornings were his favorite. It was pretty funny that he was dating a morning person when he was a complete night owl.

Though, that asshole got him up bright and early for a morning run... the only way he got out of bed was because he was woken up by some morning head.

Katsuki had to go into work early to deal with an employee and he was going to surprise Botan with breakfast. Whether Katsuki wants to admit it or not, he loves the crap out of Botan. It’s cute.

Izuku stretched his arms over his head as he walked, the streets were rather empty this morning. The leaves were quickly falling to the ground with every small breeze. Winter would be here before he knew it. Meaning Katsuki’s winter fashion show was a few weeks away... then the Spring line and the wedding line he didn’t want to sign up for but is doing anyways.

And that’s why he hasn’t had Ground Zero to grace him lately. Katsuki was way too busy to run around and pester him—well now it was the highlight of his patrol. Making out with Katsuki in an alley was becoming a regular part of his day.

He inhaled a deep breath, sighing softly on the exhale. There were a few things to do on his to do list. Christmas party for the agency, presents... ugh, he needed to figure out what to get Katsuki. That man had everything in the world but—

A deep growl interrupted his thoughts as he whipped his head to the side, staring down the dark alleyway. Two glowing sets of eyes watched him from the darkness. Izuku swallowed hard, his heart quickening as the eyes grew closer.

Two panthers, one cloaked in fire, the other in shadow, emerged from the alley. Their predatory gazes locked onto him as they stalked forward, muscles rippling under their sleek forms. They radiated malice, their movements unnaturally smooth and almost otherworldly.

Was this even someone’s quirk? Izuku thought. So many thoughts raced through his mind at once. He activated his quirk, soft crackles and sparks danced along his skin. He had a feeling he was going to need to give all one hundred percent of his power to win...

Or at least survive.

Before he could spare another thought, the fire panther lunged at him, its entire body engulfed in roaring flames. Izuku leaped back, narrowly avoiding the creature’s searing claws. He could feel the heat wash over him, blistering his skin even from a distance.

But there was no time to pause. The shadow panther moved next, melting into the darkness and reappearing behind him. Izuku turned just in time to block the attack but dark—almost black—claws raked across his side, leaving a jagged wound that instantly numbed his body.

Fuck. This was bad.

Izuku tried to reach for his comms but the fire panther was already running straight for him. “Too f-fast!” Izuku said through gritted teeth, pain quickly blooming over his side as the numbing wore off. Blood seeped from his side, staining his suit as he stumbled to the side dodging the fire panther by some miracle.

Both panthers circled him now, coordinated and relentless. The fire panther launched another attach, flames licking at the ground beneath its paws as it charged. Izuku wasn’t fast enough. The creature’s claws caught his leg, tearing through his suit and into his flesh. Pain shot through him as he fell to one knee, gasping. His side screamed at him when he hunched over trying to catch himself from faceplanting the ground.

His vision blurred, but Izuku forced himself to stand. He had to. I can’t die here... He wiped the blood from his lips. Tapping his injured foot to the ground, he had to be quick. Fa Jin quickly spread over his skin and with a roar, he summoned all the strength he could, launching himself into the air with a powerful burst.

“Delaware Smash!” He shouted, sending a shockwave towards the fire panther. He couldn’t touch it or he would have been burned badly. The force of the attack hit it head on, sending the beast flying into a nearby building. Someone would notice that... heroes would come.

Someone would come help him.

Izuku barely caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. Next thing he knew, the shadow panther was on him, its form twisting and melding with the darkness.

It struck from all sides. Claws and teeth tearing into his flesh. Izuku tried to fight back but his movements were slowed thanks to his injuries. Any time he thought he could get a hit in, the shadow panther melted into the darkness and reappeared for another attack.

I’m losing too much blood...

Izuku staggered forward, his breathing became ragged and the edges of his vision blurred. “C-Come on... n-not y-yet...” Izuku wheezed but the shadow panther was relentless. One powerful swipe sent him crashing into a wall. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud, pain wracking every inch of him.

Izuku coughed and blood spilled from his lips. When he tried to get up—move, his limbs felt like they were made of lead. His legs wouldn’t respond nor his arms. Heat licking his skin caused his eyes to flicker up. He hoped and prayed it was Ground Zero...

But instead, the fire panther stood over him, flames burning brightly. The shadow creature melted into the darkness, preparing for a final strike.

No... no... I can’t die here... His mind screamed, but his body was betraying him.

The fire panther took a few steps back, lowering its upper body to the ground... ready to pounce. It felt like a living inferno. Izuku managed to raise one arm to try and use Air Force but he failed. The panther’s fiery claws collided with his arm and the force of impact caused his arm to move at an unnatural angle. Bones snapped and cracked sending pain up his arms and through his body. The heat burned through his suit, scorching his skin.

Izuku screamed.

He collapsed to the ground, his vision swimming with stars. The shadow panther moved in for a final blow, its form shifting into a black blur as it prepared to strike. Izuku’s heart raced, but he could barely move.

“Not like this... please...” he whispered weakly.

The shadow panther lunged and Izuku’s world slowed. He could see it coming but there was nothing he could do to stop it. This was it. He was going to die here. Alone.

We got you, Nine.

And then, at the last moment, the former holders of One for All, pushed to the surface. A surge of power, though it was small, it was enough to push him. With a desperate cry, Izuku threw his arm up and put every last bit up power he had left into a final punch.

“DETROIT SMASH!”

The punch connected with the shadow panther mid-leap and sent the creature’s dark form into nothingness. The recoil sent Izuku crashing back to the ground, his body limp and completely drained. He could feel his consciousness slipping and his heart fighting harder to beat with the lack of blood. The fire panther advanced, slower this time... deadly. It was coming in for the final blow.

Izuku gasped, barely clinging to life. He had nothing left, no strength, no energy. His body was broken, blood pooling beneath him as the fire panther grew closer. It loomed over him, flames flickering dangerously close.

“I’m sorry...” He whispered weakly, his vision began to fade. He could hear the creature’s growl, feel the heat of its breath. This was it. He was just moments from death.

“Ready for patrol, Deku?”

Izuku turned his head and smiled brightly at his hero partner. His life partner. “I’m always ready with you by my side Ground Zero.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, grunting as he pushed off the wall. “Don’t get all sappy, Deku.”

“I can’t help it, Kachan!” Izuku laced his fingers together behind his back, beaming up at the blonde. “This has been our dream since we were four! It came true! We’re here!”

A rare smile spread across Katsuki’s lips. It always made his heart just want to leap from his chest. “Sappy, nerd.”

Izuku smiled brightly, eyes closing for a second. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

Patrol was nice. The sun was shining brightly, the leaves changing a different shade every day. Katsuki even pulled out his winter suit. He was sad to see the arms go but seeing the fabric move around his muscles was enough for now. Izuku would just have to wait for them to get home to see his sculpted arms. Some days he couldn't believe they were partners.

He loved being the Wonder Duo with Katsuki.

Hero Deku and Ground Zero, the Wonder Duo.

Forever.

The way it was always meant to be.

“Deku!”

Chapter Text

Two hours earlier...

Katsuki glared at the woman who squirmed in the chair. Botan sat on the edge of his desk to his left and Hugo stood back on his right, ready for anything. “Do you know why you’re here?”

Amanda gripped the hem of her skirt with pale trembling fingers. To be honest, she looked like she was about to burst into tears. “N-No?”

Botan snorted but with a single snap of his fingers, he went quiet. There was a time and place for that shit and right now wasn’t the time. Katsuki pointed his index finger over to the mannequin what wore the dress he spent hours fixing last night. One of his main center pieces. “Why wasn’t that stitched completely?”

“Um...” Amanda gulped audibly. “I-I didn’t have time?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling...”

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose. “And what have you been so busy doing?” Amanda glanced at Botan, then him, then Hugo. “Answer now.”

“I-I—”

“She’s sleeping with Kei in the dressing rooms.” Botan said nonchalantly next to him as he filed his nails. “She goes in there about four times a day with Kei right behind her. If you don’t believe me, ask Seth, he’s walked in on them, but Kei threatened to rip his piece for the show if he told you.” Botan slowly turned to look at the woman, a sweet smile forming on his lips.

Katsuki pursed his lips, leaning back in the leather chair. There was one thing he expected from his employees and that was to do their damn job. If they work hard, they get paid for it. Now it was time to see who else was slacking off. “Botan, call the modeling agency and tell them we’re moving the preview up to today at noon. Tell everybody else.”

Botan nodded curtly and hopped off his desk, moving swiftly towards the door. Once the door closed, Katsuki turned his gaze back to Amanda. “I’m not stupid if that’s what you think.” Amanda opened her mouth to speak but he held up a hand, stopping her. “I know all about the dressing room fun you’ve been having while the rest of your coworkers pick up the slack.

The woman grew paler with each word he spoke. “I’m going to blacklist you.” Katsuki said calmly with a small bite in his tone. “You will never work in the fashion industry again.”

Katsuki laced his fingers together, placing them in his lap. Hugo knew that the conversation was over. It took him four steps to get to Amanda and take her arm.

“W-Wait! No! Please! I’m sorry!” The woman cried as she was dragged out the door. One down two to go. Kei was one of his senior designers. He’s the one who ran through final designs, changed things as needed and held the preview show.

Katsuki stood, running his hands over his black long sleeve t-shirt. He wished that he could go visit his bunny today but fuck. All the drama and work he had ahead of him, he was going to be lucky to be home by dinner.

“Sir?” Botan was cautious as he entered the room. A thick portfolio tucked against his chest, Opal eyes searching his face for what kind of mood he was in. “Did you need anything?”

“I need my employees to do their jobs.” Katsuki grumbled under his breath. “Bo, do I pay you enough for the jobs you do?”

A smile came to the boy’s lips. “You pay me more than I think I deserve but I’m not complaining!”

“Then explain to me why I have a senior designer fucking a newbie in the dressing room.” A surge of anger washed over him causing a single explosion to pop off his palm. FUCK! He swiftly turned to look at Botan, Opal eyes were wide as they locked onto his hands. “Bo...”

“Y-You...” Botan choked out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Katsuki knew better than to let his anger get the best of him but fucking fuck! This is his parents’ legacy. It felt like this place was crumbling before him with no way to stop it. He couldn’t disappoint them. So, yeah, his hands were a little sweaty and he exploded.

Nothing new.

But it was new to Botan... who thinks he’s Masaki Bakugo... who has a sweat quirk... This was the same Botan who met him as Ground Zero once when he saved him from the stalker bitch... who knew Ground Zero has an explosion quirk.

“Botan.” He took a step forward. Botan’s eyes grew with fear, and it felt like a stab in the chest. “Botan, I’ve never once hurt you.” Katsuki started to raise his hands, but the boy flinched. He tucked them into his black slacks, taking another step forward. “Botan, list—”

“Oh my god! Does Hero Deku know!? Are you going to kill him!?” Botan’s breathing hitched, a sign he was about to have a fucking panic attack. “I-I need to c-c-call hi—” Katsuki crossed the room in a few long strides. Botan’s eyes grew wide as he tried to stumble back but he caught one arm and used the other to place a firm grip on the back of his neck.

Once he knew Botan wasn’t or well, couldn’t run, he let go of the arm he was holding and brought his fingers up to his eyes, taking out the blue contacts. “Listen and listen well. I’m not some fucking super villain out there killing heroes or people or whatever you want to think.” Botan swallowed thickly, staring widely up at him. “I’ve never once hurt you; I’ve never once hurt Deku. I’m in love with that idiot.” Botan nodded as much as he could in the grip Katsuki had him in. “My name is Katsuki Bakugo and I’m the son of the founders of Bakugo Designs.

“My parents died when I was nine... I was thrown into the system and a lot of fucked up things happened. I...” Katsuki swallowed hard, “I looked up to heroes so much as a kid... and then they failed me. All Might, he didn’t even try to save me or help my parents. I got tossed around in foster care where I met my so called brother. I helped him. I saved him.

“No one saved me.” Botan’s eyes swam with unshed tears. “I made Katsuki Bakugo disappear under a mask. I pestered heroes but I did save people when the heroes weren’t looking. I saved you.”

“W-When?” Botan whispered.

Katsuki sighed, turning his gaze to the window. “When you mentioned that girl always being outside when you’re off. I followed you one night and she fucking drugged you, dragged you into the alley—” He stopped.

Botan gasped softly, “That Jane Doe from last year?”

“I didn’t mean to fucking kill her but I—fuck! I couldn’t see you hurt! So, I exploded a little too hard and yeah...” He swore Botan was going to fight in his grip and make a run for the nearest police station. What he didn’t expect was Botan’s arms wrapping around his waist and burying his face in his chest.

“You saved me.”

Katsuki nodded, resting his chin on the dark waves. “You can’t tell anyone, Bo. No one can know. Not only will it hurt my parents and everything they built but Deku too. If Japan finds out...” His words trailed off as something in the distance caught his eye.

“Boss?” Botan pulled back to look at him then followed his gaze. “What is that?”

Something that looked to be a dome was sitting in the middle of the city. Katsuki let go of the boy and made his way over to the window, placing a hand on the glass. From up here, he could see the sunlight bounce off, creating rainbows over the neighboring buildings. “Botan, cancel the preview. I want everyone to go the fuck home and stay there. Hear me?!”

“Yes, sir!” Botan rushed from the room.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped Shinso’s name. After two rings, the line clicked but he didn’t give Shinso a chance to answer. Something in his gut was telling him this was bad. “Where’s Deku?”

Shinso groaned loudly, “He’s on patrol with...” A pause then the sound of fabric hitting the microphone. “Eijiro had to make an appearance at the hospital for the kids. Why?”

Katsuki stared at the dome as it shifted slightly to the left, swallowing a large building. “There’s this dome in the city towards district two... where Deku patrols.”

“Okay, give me a sec.” Shinso shuffled around. He put the phone on speaker and grabbed his suit from the closet in the corner of the room. Quickly he stripped and pulled on the suit before Shinso came back. “No one has seen or heard from Deku in the last hour. I fucking told him to never go alone!” Worry grew in Shinso’s voice as he used his comms to communicate with the heroes nearby. “Someone find him! Did anyone check district two!?”

Katsuki gritted his teeth. “I’m going out there.” It was a terrible idea but every nerve in his body was telling him to get to the dome. Did Izuku lie inside? Was this some shitty villain?

“Katsuki!” Shinso yelled into the phone. “Don’t be fucking stupid! There’s so many heroes out in the streets right now! They will arrest you!”

“Deku could be hurt.” Katsuki hung up, shoving the phone into a zipper pocket on his thigh. The door opened behind him then clicked shut. “You need to leave, Botan.”

Botan walked over to him and shoved something into his chest. “Don’t get arrested. I like you as my boss.”

“Don’t worry, kid, it’s going to take more than heroes to get me locked up.” Katsuki’s brows knitted together as he took a small earpiece from Botan’s hand. “Where the fuck?”

Botan smiled sweetly up at him. “I like to listen to the heroes sometimes and I stole it after a wonderful night with a hero that shall not be named or forgotten.”

“You cheeky shit.” Katsuki popped the comms into his ear and was instantly met with panicked voices. There was a lot of ‘Find Deku. Where’s Deku? Anyone have eyes on Deku?’ “Botan, get somewhere safe, please.” Once he saw the boy nod, he pressed a small button on the side of the window frame, the glass slowly disappeared as it rolled down. “Be good.”

Katsuki fell forward out into the open air, he pointed his hands to the ground and blasted forward as fast as his quirk would allow. “Stay fucking alive, little hero, I’m coming.”

It took less than three minutes to make it to the dome. He hovered above trying to see if Izuku was in there or not but the only thing he was allowed to see was himself. It was like a weird mirror. Huh. Katsuki took his right hand, pointing it down to the dome and let a large explosion fly. The dome cracked just like a mirror, slowly breaking away piece by piece as it followed the lines cracking along the top and down the sides.

Blasting forward through the small opening, he blinked at the site. Inside the dome, darkness and flames danced around, buildings were crumbling.

“DETROIT SMASH!”

Thank fuck.

Katsuki shot himself forward towards Izuku’s battle cry. Before he even had a chance to process what was happening. He locked onto a panther, its skin dancing in bright flames. He flipped around, shoving his hands behind him and kicked out his foot making contact with the nasty thing.

“K-Kachan...” Izuku whispered weakly.

Katsuki stood over Izuku’s broken body; his face twisted with fury. The fire panther snarled, preparing to attack again. Not happening. He grabbed one of his grenades from his belt and bit off the pin. “You’re not taking him.” Katsuki growled. He threw the grenade at the fire panther and watched as the sweat he collected poured over the flames, igniting the panther in a blaze. The creature burned to ash within seconds, skating across the ground in the breeze.

He quickly dropped to his knees and looked over Izuku’s broken body. “Fuck, baby, you really got hurt this time.” Biting into the fingers of his gloves, he pulled it off and put two fingers to Izuku’s pale skin. Izuku groaned slightly when he felt around his neck for a pulse. “Stay alive, my little hero, stay alive for me.” he whispered.

The dome finally cracked the last bit away, letting the heroes in to the mess. Katsuki prayed Shinso or Aizawa was around to help him out of this. Katsuki frowned when the pulse under his fingers faded away. “Deku, damn it!” His voice grew more frantic. “Don’t you dare die on me!”

For the second time in his life... he didn’t know what to do. Izuku’s skin was burned, bones broken and no pulse. Could he give CPR without causing further damage? “Don’t leave me! Wake up!” Fuck it. Katsuki tore off his other glove and started compressions. “Will you fuckers get it together! Or do you want the Symbol of Peace to die!” No hero moved, they only stared at him in shock.

“Izuku!” He cried as he pumped the hero’s chest. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto Izuku’s burnt skin. “I’m fucking sorry! I’m so so sorry!” Katsuki whipped his head up, glaring at the heroes. “FUCKING DO SOMETHING!”

Familiar waves of purple hair pushed through the crowd. Shinso’s face morphed into horror before he ran forward to them. “O-Oh my g-god.” Shinso whispered, his body shaking as he tried to hold it all together. “Dispatch... I need—” A sob broke through Shinso’s lips.

“Dispatch! Get a bus to this location! Any healers—”

“Eri! We need Eri!” Shinso shouted into the phone before it slipped from his lips. “What happened, Katsuki?!”

Katsuki stared into his lilac eyes as his arms kept pumping. “There was... there was a panther like thing. It was covered in flames.”

Shinso looked down at the pieces of burnt skin all along Izuku’s body. “Y-You have to go... they’ll think it’s you! They’ll blame you!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck!” Katsuki snapped. “Let them! I wasn’t in the area!” Shinso nodded but his eyes looked doubtful. “Can Eri heal him?”

Shinso swallowed wetly, tears streaming down his own face. “N-Not all of it... it will be too much...”

“Hitoshi!”

“Please don’t stop.” Shinso got to his feet and turned to intercept his boyfriend.

Kirishima caught one look of Izuku, eyes focusing on the burns before turning a deadly glare to him. “Don’t touch him, you motherfucker! You did this! You hurt him!” Kirishima fought against Shinso’s hold. Katsuki could tell he wanted to harden but held back to keep from hurting his boyfriend. “I’m going to kill you!”

“Eijiro! Stop!” He’s never heard Shinso sound so desperate. “H-He’s not a villain! He wasn’t here! He found Izuku and started CPR! Think about it! What villain does CPR on a hero!” Kirishima still glared down at him. “He’s my brother!”

“Your brother is dying!” Kirishima shot back.

Shinso shook his head. “Ground Zero has...” He swallowed hard, trying to grip the man’s bare chest. “He’s my brother too. Katsuki’s not a villain, Ei, he saved me. He’s trying to save Izuku. Please? I’ll explain everything later.”

Kirishima looked like he wanted to still fight him but he instead kissed Shinso’s forehead and dropped next to Izuku’s head. “C’mon man, you have a lot of explaining to do.” Carefully, Kirishima hardened his arms and put his hands around Izuku’s head to hold him in place. “If you stop pumping, I will kill you.”

Katsuki grunted. Thank fuck for the adrenaline pumping through his veins. It was the only thing keeping him from cracking into pieces.

“Clear the area!” Katsuki barely glanced away from Izuku’s bloody face to see paramedics coming onto the scene. “Sir, I can take it from here.” A male paramedic said, nudging him out of the way and taking over compressions.

“I’m not getting a pulse!”

“Get an IV going! Hang two bags of O-neg!”

“He’s losing too much blood!”

“Still no pulse!”

Katsuki scrambled back and pressed his hands firmly to his ears. He couldn’t listen anymore. If Izuku died... he would really become a villain and burn Japan to ash.

Once Izuku was loaded into the ambulance, he was put in hand cuffs. Not surprising but it sucked. Icyhot and fucking four eyes seemed to be non-too happy about the turn of events. Reporters, heroes and citizens all stared at him with weird expressions.

“He shouldn’t be put in cuffs!” Shinso protested, grabbing his shoulder, stopping him. “He kept Izuku alive!”

Iida shook his head, “Ground Zero is a wanted villain. Don’t you find it odd that there were burn marks on Izuku’s skin and Ground Zero has an explosion quirk?”

Katsuki couldn’t fight anymore. All the fight drained from his body and in its place was pure worry for the love of his life. He just wanted to know if Izuku would live.

“Ground Zero has an alibi for when Izuku disappeared and when Zero found him.” Shinso explained, “He didn’t do this!”

Momo frowned, “Then what did attack Midoriya?”

“I think we would all like the answers to that question.” Hawks announced as he dropped down in front of him. “Ground Zero, I see we finally meet.” Golden brown eyes looked him up and down then turned to Shinso. “And I see you’re very protective of him.”

Shinso glared at the winged hero. “They are arresting a man that didn’t do anything!”

“Did you even ask him a question?” Hawks said as he turned to the heroes. Katsuki stared blankly at the heroes. It felt like all those years ago when they found him sitting with his dead parents. Katsuki tilted his head towards the swish of air then hissed when something cut his skin along his arm. “He may be labeled a villain, but he is still a person.” Hawks pointed to the fresh cut on his arm, the single red feather tucking itself back with the others. “Ground Zero is also injured. Why wasn’t a bus called for him?”

What in the fuck was happening?

“Red Riot, Brain Rot, you are in charge of him. Get him to the hospital for treatment. I will send Eraserhead and Tsukauchi your way.” Hawks ruffled his feathers as he walked towards the crowd of people. “Until I know more, and a thorough investigation is done, I will not be answering any questions at this time.”

“Did Ground Zero murder Hero Deku?!”

“Who is Ground Zero truly!?”

“Will Deku live?!”

Hawks raised a hand, silencing the crowd. “I don’t believe Ground Zero had a hand in this. He not only found Hero Deku but kept him alive until paramedics arrived. As for right now, Ground Zero is detained and will be until we have answers.”

Shinso tugged at his arm, pulling him away from the crowd and over to a SUV. “Are you hurt anywhere besides the Bird’s cut?” He slightly shook his head. “Kats, talk to me.” Katsuki didn’t have the strength. He gave another shake of his head. “Zuku will be okay. H-He's survived... so much.”

He hated seeing Shinso like this. Why wasn’t he fast enough? Why didn’t he go bug Izuku on patrol today? If he did, he would have been there to help, to save him.

Kirishima got into the driver’s seat of the car and Shinso helped him into the back seat, sitting right next to him. “Toshi?”

“Drive, Ei.” Shinso pressed his cheek into his shoulder. Not too long later, tears hit his skin as his brother silently cried. Katsuki laid his cheek on top of the purple troll hair.

Katsuki couldn’t get his voice to work... otherwise he would lie and tell Shinso everything would be alright.

You have to be okay, my little hero, I can’t live without you.

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Katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away from the door, a door that held him back from Izuku, a door that was firmly shut and locked. Was he alive? Did he keep him alive long enough for help? Would he survive—

“Kats...” Shinso whispered. A soft hand gently laid over his, but it didn’t comfort him. Nothing did. He was shackled to this stupid hospital bed in quirk suppression cuffs. All he wanted was to find Izuku to hold his hand, not for someone to hold his. “Katsuki.”

Shinso’s been trying for hours to get him to simply look away from the door. To speak. To knowledge him.

Katsuki only moved when the handle of the door shifted as the door was pushed open. Nurses, doctors, heroes, police all came and went. It got his hopes up every time. His heart pounded to life only to sink into his stomach... it was never Izuku.

Would it ever be Izuku?

Was this some fucked up nightmare?

“You lied to me.” Kirishima spat, rage radiating off the hardening hero. “Not only did you lie but you hid it all from me!”

Shinso folded his arms over his chest—not in the badass way no, he was hugging himself. “Ei...” Kirishima threw up his hands with a groan. “Can’t we do this later?”

“When!? When Izuku’s put in the ground?!” Katsuki shifted his eyes over for a single moment then went back to the door. “I’m about to lose my best frien—”

“He’s my brother!” Shinso shouted, “I get your pissed off about all this and I know your attitude is only coming from worry but fuck, Eijiro! You’re not the only one losing Izuku! I’m going to lose both if I can’t reach Kats soon!”

Katsuki could feel Kirishima’s eyes fall on him. How can he get out of here to find Izuku? Where’s Izuku? Is he in surgery? Burn unit? Did Eri heal?

Please... please... please...

The doorknob shifted then swung open. His heart quickened, hope filling his chest but the person who walked in wasn’t Izuku... he didn’t have green curls or bright emerald eyes. He didn’t smell like fresh rain.

Aizawa quietly shut the door once another man was through the door. Katsuki gave him a once over quickly deciding that he seemed okay enough that Izuku must still be alive. Though, the tired grey eyes were slightly red from tears, nothing was different. “Hitoshi, you need to calm down, we’re in a hospital.” Aizawa said calmly. “I know this is a rough situation but yelling at our loved ones won’t help make anything better.”

Shinso nodded slightly, hugging himself tighter. “How’s Zu?”

Aizawa sighed tiredly, running a hand through his dark hair. “He’s still in surgery. Eri’s in there doing her best as the doctors try their best as well. It’s touch and go at the moment.”

Touch and go.

Touch

And

Go

Katsuki flinched back slightly as something white crossed his vision. Shinso tried to smile but failed, wiping the tears from his cheeks with a tissue. “He’ll be okay, Kats.”

But he didn’t know that.

Shinso wasn’t a doctor.

Blinking, he felt a few tears hit his cheeks and a flash of Izuku’s broken body, laying in a pool of his blood.

There was so much blood.

His heart stopped.

No pulse.

Katsuki gripped each one of his parent’s hands in his, holding tightly to them like an anchor. Flames burned around them, lighting the dark night sky. Blood surrounded him. Ma’s... dad’s...

“Katsuki?” He blinked, pulling out of the nightmare. He didn’t want to go back there ever again. “I’d like to ask you some questions.” Katsuki flicked his eyes to the detective... who sat in front of the door, blocking his view of the knob. How was he going to be able to see? “Can you tell me where you were around eleven this morning?”

Work.

He was at work when he should have been with Izuku.

He failed Izuku.

Shinso gently carded his fingers through his hair and sighed, “He’s been known to go mute in certain situations.”

“Mute?” Aizawa asked.

“I didn’t know he spoke when I first met him.” Shinso’s fingers lightly scratched along his scalp. It was something his ma always did when he was upset. “That’s why those bastards took him in. He didn’t speak so he was the perfect cover child.”

Tsukauchi wrote something in his little notebook. “So, you’ve known him awhile?”

“Yes.” Shinso whispered. “He’s my brother, my best friend and yeah, he’s a showoff but he didn’t hurt anyone. Botan would know exactly where he was all morning. I got a text from Kats this morning that someone fucked up one of his main pieces.”

“And this Botan is?”

“His PA mostly.” Shinso shrugged, tugging on a small piece of hair. “Kats called me asking where Izuku was and that there was some weird dome.”

Tsukauchi hummed softly. “Can you get Botan to come down here?” Shinso quickly found his phone and typed in ‘Bunny’ as the password. It was a quick phone call. He could hear Botan frantically agreeing to whatever Shinso said. “Katsuki, I will need you to speak and answer some questions.”

Katsuki only stared at the man.

Any question was left unanswered.

No words left his lips.

Did Izuku make it through?

Did—The door opened causing his heart to kick into high gear, but it once again sunk as Botan rushed into the room. “Boss!” Fresh tears streamed down Botan’s cheeks. “W-Why...” He cleared his throat, scrubbing the tears from his cheeks. “Why is he staring like that?”

Shinso got up from the bed and walked over to the younger man. “Hero Deku was hurt badly and when I got there... Kats was keeping him alive with CPR. It hit him hard.” Botan looked between him and the hero before rushing over to him.

“Boss? Sir?” Botan frowned at the shackles that turned the hospital bed into a prison. “Is this really necessary? He’s not a villain.”

Tsukauchi sighed, “Technically, he’s the world’s most wanted villain.”

A laugh bubbled up from Botan’s lips, “I’m sorry, what?” He turned to the detective, hands on his hips. “You seriously believe that Ground Zero is a villain? Name one crime.”

No one answered.

No one could. Botan, Izuku and the rest who believed him knew that he didn’t do anything wrong. Everyone painted him a villain because of his quirk... because he didn’t have a hero license to label him a hero.

Botan turned his nose up smugly. “That’s what I thought. Now unshackle him. He was at work all morning with me and a few others. He had to fire someone this morning. Boss man was the only one that noticed the dome! He was the only one searching for Hero Deku! So fucking uncuff him before I beat you up! I may be quirkless but I know how to kick booty!”

Tsukauchi turned to Aizawa and nodded slightly. “What he’s saying is true. Katsuki was with him until he called Shinso to ask where Deku was.”

Izuku...

The cuffs came off, but he didn’t move, his eyes stayed on the door... waiting.

All he could do was wait.

Katsuki’s eyes spot open in panic. The ceiling haunted him, telling him that he not only gave up but failed—Tired, red rimmed lilac eyes made the ceiling disappear, “Hey Kats.”

It wasn’t Izuku.

Shinso frowned and glanced over to his right. It didn’t take long for a pair of icy blue eyes to overtake the purple ones. Dabi never looked so... he didn’t know what word to use. Worried? Why would Dabi be worried?

“Blasty...” Dabi pressed a hand down next to his pillow, leaning in close. “I need you to snap out of it. Hito over there has enough to worry about, so stop making him worry over you.”

Katsuki slowly lifted his right hand, signing, D.E.K.U.

Dabi’s eyes filled with relief, “I don’t know what that fucking means but at least you’re in there somewhere.”

“A-Again, Kats...” Shinso whispered, hope raising in his voice.

Katsuki signed out the same four letter word again and again.

D.E.K.U.

D.E.K.U.

D.E.K.U.

Shinso gently took his right hand. “He’s still in surgery. You fell asleep for a few hours, but my dads are checking with the nurses now.”

Still in surgery?

How badly...

Shinso smiled wetly, tears pooling in his light eyes. “U-Um... he was pretty beat up, Kats, a lot of broken bones, cuts and burns. The doctor said he must have fought through the pain—” Shinso slapped his free hand over his mouth as he tried but failed to hold back the sobs. “K-Kats... I-I'm scared...” He whispered weakly.

Katsuki tightened his grip on his brother’s hand. Whether or not his voice would work, he had to do something. Tugging the shorter man down, he let Shinso climb on top of him, burying his tear-streaked face in his neck. Dabi placed his two scarred hands on their head, resting his own head next to Katsuki’s.

“The best doctors are working on him.” Dabi whispered. “It’s Deku, he’ll pull through.”

It didn’t take long for Shinso’s breathing to even out. Dabi snored slightly in his ear... both of them keeping him in place.

Assholes planned this.

Katsuki yearned to look at the door. He begged the Gods to heal Izuku or say this was some sick joke. Please...

Hours upon hours passed with no new update. Someone said something about Eri being admitted due to quirk exhaustion. Dabi left at some point to go open the bar for Shinso. Aizawa was in and out of the room, worrying between his two sons.

One alive and well.

The other... broken and on the brink of death.

Botan came and went as well, dropping off coffee or food to anyone who wanted it. A stupid nurse eventually showed up and stuck an IV in his arm. Refusing to eat or drink anything causes alarm in this place.

Shinso hovered over him like a mother hen. He tried to get more signs from him but the only thing his fingers would sign is D.E.K.U.. Nothing else.

He wanted to know if Izuku...

Was he alive?

Was he dead?

Would he be the same bright sunshine this dark world needed?

“Katsuki?” Shinso whispered, gripping his hand tightly between his own. “Do you know anyone that would want to hurt him? I know he’s the big number one, but Eijiro and I were talking... why hide it? Why create a dome? It feels like a planned attack.” Katsuki stared at him. “They knew he would be alone on patrol today...”

Katsuki lifted his left hand but the only thoughts running through his mind were Izuku. He had so many questions and none of them would be answered unless he spoke to them.

“Ma? He’s still not here.” Katsuki frowned, staring at the tree they played under yesterday. “He promised.”

Mitsuki hummed as she ran her fingers through his soft blonde spikes. “I don’t know Katsuki. Maybe something kept him longer at the doctors.”

He would have believed that if it wasn’t almost past his bedtime. “I wanna play with Deku, ma.”

“I know, baby,” She crouched down in front of him, taking his hands in hers. “I want you to remember something. Something very important.”

Katsuki nodded quickly, hope blooming in his chest. “What, ma?! You know how to find him?!”

Mitsuki smiled lightly. “No, I don’t but I want you to remember these words.” Katsuki pouted but sat patiently for his ma to continue. “One day. It could be tomorrow, or it could be years from now. You’ll meet him again and you’ll never let him go.” Katsuki frowned. That sounded like stupid words. “You will hold him, love him and care for him the way he deserves. You,” She poked him lightly in the chest, right above his heart. “Will be his hero.”

“But what if I don’t?” Katsuki grumbled. “I’m not there to protect him now!”

She smiled again, poking him. “Do you give up, Katsuki?”

“No! That’s stupid, ma!”

“Then never give up on him.” She gently cupped his cheek, running her thumb along his skin. “Never give up on the ones you love, baby. Times will be tough, and you will have to fight no matter how many times you get knocked down.

“Blast them into pieces, baby, show them who you are.” Mitsuki gave him a loving smile. “Who are you?”

“Ground Zero!” Katsuki shouted and shot his fist in the air.

Katsuki blinked.

Ground Zero doesn’t give up. No. Matter. What.

Chapter Text

A flash of heat danced over his skin. Maybe if he didn’t open his eyes, he’d wake up from this nightmare, but it all felt so real. He could feel the flames dripping onto his cheeks, burning and melting off any part of him it touched.

Everything burned.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What was that?

Izuku slowly peeled back his heavy eye lids and winced. The bright light stung his eyes. Trying once more, he forced his eyes open and found a familiar white with grey speckled ceiling. Hospital? His eyes moved to the annoying beeping sound to his left. Yup. He was in a hospital. Izuku looked over the IV pole. There were at least four different bags hooked up to his IV.

“D...” Izuku licked his dry lips under the mask. Not that it helped any. His throat was drier than a desert. “D-Dad?”

“Sho! He’s awake!” Hizashi gasped loudly. Quick footsteps grew louder, and he found his pops looking down at him, worry in his tear-filled eyes. “Oh, baby, I’m so happy to see you’re awake.”

Izuku tried to get his body to move but everything felt heavy. It didn’t take him long to figure out things were broken. At the end of the day... he was happy to be alive. “K-Kac...” Damn it. Why couldn’t anything work right now?!

Hizashi gently pushed a few curls off his forehead. “He’s okay.” Izuku narrowed his eyes. That wasn’t a comforting answer. “Katsuki found you, baby and it hit him hard... he had to give you CPR in the field.” The corner of his lips pulled down in a frown. “Hitoshi’s with him now.”

Aizawa lightly forced his husband to move over, taking his turn to look down at him. The normally tired eyes looked exhausted and red from crying. “I’m so mad at you.” Izuku gave him a weak smile. “You’re grounded.” Aizawa leaned down and pressed a soft yet firm kiss to his forehead. “Don’t scare me like that again.” He whispered.

Izuku did his best to get his throat to work but settled on a simple hum. He wanted to ask where Katsuki was and if he was okay. What happened to those... things? How was he alive?

The door slammed open with a loud bang. Aizawa could barely move fast enough before his brother tackled him. Izuku gasped in pain. Shinso clung to him tightly. All his injuries came to the surface and there were a lot of them.

“Hitoshi ge—” Aizawa tried to tug him off, but he managed a slight shake of his head.

Shinso sobbed into his chest in a way he’s never heard before. His heart broke into pieces at his brother’s cries. “You can’t do that... you can’t get hurt...” Shinso whispered over and over again. Izuku forced his fingers to move and grip the hem of his brother’s shirt.

“C-Can’t... breathe...” Izuku whispered.

“I don’t care.” Shinso said stubbornly. “I should kill you for what you put us all through.”

Izuku tugged on the fabric, getting the older man to lift his head and look at him. Kachan? He mouthed the best he could.

Shinso nodded, wiping his face with the sleeves, “I’ll go get him.” And with that, the heavy weight disappeared and Shinso was out the door.

“Katsuki’s name has been cleared.” Izuku’s eyes moved to Aizawa’s. “There were no crimes against him. Some citizens even came forward saying Zero saved them.” See? He was right all along. Ground Zero wasn’t a villain. “I think it helped Japan overlook things when he was crying and screaming at you to wake up while he gave you CPR.”

Izuku couldn’t help but pout. His dumb dad was going to hold this over his head for the rest of his life. Shigaraki’s battle was bad enough but this was almost worse.

“D-Deku...”

He couldn’t lift his head to look but he knew it meant something when Katsuki whispered his hero name. The name he gave him all those years ago. Izuku closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears at bay. He needed to see him. It hurt so much to know he was here but no way to see him.

“Izuku...” Katsuki’s voice was closer that time, followed by the soothing warmth of his hand cupping his cheek lightly. “How d-dare you...” Izuku blinked open his eyes. Crimson eyes were swimming with tears on the edge of falling. “Why the fuck did you go alone!? Why didn’t you drag one of the other idiots with you! Why are you so fucking reckless!” Izuku’s eyes widened, every word adding to the pain that ran over him. A sob broke through the blonde’s lips. “Why didn’t you call me?! I would have dropped everything for you! I would have fucking been there in an instant! Is this fucking pride!? You think your top shit!?”

Izuku cleared his throat—or tried to anyways. When could he get a drink of water? “A-Ambushed... tried to c-call.” He wanted to tell him that he was fine. He wasn’t going anywhere... anything to stop the strongest man he knew from crying.

Katsuki searched his eyes, his own glistening with tears. Maybe he thought he was lying? He frowned as Katsuki stepped away from the bed and came back with a cup. Shinso carefully moved the mask away from his face and a straw touched his lips. “Slowly.”

Izuku slowly sucked down the refreshing cool water. His dry throat instantly felt better. That was something at least, one part of him felt better. “I tried to call but... they were so fast.”

“They?” Katsuki frowned.

“Two p-panther things? One was fire and the other could move through shadows.” Izuku whispered. “I couldn’t win. I thought someone would call for help...”

The frown deepened. “You were in a dome... the people in the buildings were frozen in time but unharmed.” Oh, thank God. Izuku let out a heavy breath, sinking into the hard mattress. “You will never patrol alone again.”

“Got it.” Izuku was fine with that demand.

“Fuck, I could strangle you.” Katsuki pressed his forehead to his.

Izuku smiled a little, “There’s a line.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, more tears falling and hitting his cheeks. “Kachan... I’m here.”

“You... d-died.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Promise?”

He nodded, bumping his head against Katsuki’s. “Promise, Katsuki. I’m not going anywhere but to sleep right now.”

When he woke up again... he felt worse than before.

“F-Fuck...” Izuku groaned a little too loudly, but his body felt so broken. Not only was he forced to stare at the stupid ceiling, but he also couldn’t move his arm to hit the nurse button. “Kachan? Dad?” Someone had to be here.

“Hey bro.” Kirishima leaned over the railing, a small—fake—smile on his lips. “Just had to do it all on your own again, huh?” Izuku opened his mouth to protest, he didn’t mean to be doing this fight alone. “And on top of all that, your so called boyfriend is Ground Zero. Didn’t think to let me in on that one?”

Izuku narrowed his eyes slightly. “So, you could arrest him?”

“I would have rather you talked me out of it then finding out the way I did!” Kirishima ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “I-If I knew I wouldn’t have tried to kill him!”

“You tried to kill my boyfriend?!”

“You had burns all over you and he has a quirk that could do that!” Kirishima shot back, “It should have been a sign he didn’t because what villain would attack then keep you alive right after!” Izuku didn’t miss the tears streaming down his face as you looked away. “I watched this too many fucking times, Izuku.”

“I know, Ei.” Izuku whispered.

“I can’t keep watching you... k-kill yourself.”

Izuku’s eyes widened, fear fell on him like someone dropped him in an ice bath. “A-Are you breaking up with m-me?”

Kirishima quickly turned to face him. “Never. You will forever be my best friend, Izuku and I fucking know this was out of your control, but things have to change! I know you didn’t ask anyone to come with you because you think you’re a burden. That’s a part of who you are. I get it.” Izuku tried to look away, but he was stuck in place. “You have people to think about. Ground Zero? Holy shit, Izuku, I’ve never seen him like that. Hito said he sometimes goes mute but the only thing he could do was stare at the damn door or sign your name.

“Hitoshi couldn’t keep it together. He kept crying and worrying. Your dads were a mess. I was pissed most of the time.” Kirishima gripped his chin in a light hold. “If you ever make Hitoshi cry like that, I will use unbreakable on your ass.”

“I-I give you permission.” And that’s why Kirishima was his best friend. “Now, how broken am I?”

The redhead snorted, letting go of his chin and glancing over his body. “I don’t know what part of you isn’t broken.”

Kirishima grabbed his chart and began to list everything off. Broken leg, shattered arm, deep lacerations on leg, side and back, small concussion, few cracked ribs, blood loss—

“Where are the burns?” Izuku interrupted.

“Oh, those covered almost your entire front, but Eri came in and used her quirk. Out of everything the doctors were more worried about those and the blood loss. The burns were deep, bro, like someone torched you with high heat.” Izuku frowned. He couldn’t stop the feeling of being a burden from aching in his chest. “She’s okay. A little exhausted but she only wished she did more.”

“It was more than enough...” Izuku whispered.

Why couldn’t he roll over to hide his stupid face?

Kirishima ruffled his curls lightly, “I’m glad you’re alive, Zu.”

“C-Can... can you find the nurse? I-I need pain meds.” Kirishima hesitated but thankfully left the room for him to silently cry. Maybe it was the pain. Maybe it was the dread he put his loved ones through. Maybe it was the fact that he only fought for himself in the battle and still ended up so broken.

The nurse came in a few minutes later and upped his pain medication. Normally, it helped but the pain still lingered right under the surface. Aizawa and Hizashi stopped by and offered food. He politely declined. Which—of course—put worry on their faces. Eri stopped by after she was discharged... he thanked her through the guilt eating at him. Eri looked exhausted. It made him fucking mad that he put her in that state. Shinso came in when he was half asleep and held his hand lightly. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t have to. He could feel the way his brother’s body shook in his grip.

Katsuki was nowhere to be found.

The doctor showed up at the end of his shift. It was the typical speech of ‘no hero work, take it easy, it’s okay to take time off, I don’t want to see you back here for a long time.’ Blah, blah, blah.

At some point, he finally fell into a deep sleep. He fought it so he’d be awake when Katsuki came back but his tired body had other things in mind.

“He’s kinda cute when he’s sleeping.” The sound of something slapping skin echoed through the quiet room. “What? He’s like—”

“Shut. It.” Katsuki growled.

“Question, Blasty? Why are you visiting him at night?” The other man whispered.

“Because when I look at him... I only see his broken dead body on the ground.” Katsuki sounded defeated. “I’ve seen too many dead bodies of my loved ones, Dabi. First my parents and now him? I can’t do it.”

Dabi hummed, “Hmm... I asked around the underground. It seems like someone was a little pissy because one of his lovely animals were destroyed.”

“One?”

“The fire one.”

“Mmm.”

Dabi barked out a laugh, “Knew it was you.” Katsuki remained silent. “Don’t worry, Toshi got him to talk. Found out that he was hired to take out our lovely Symbol of Peace.”

“You got a fucking name?” Katsuki demanded.

“I do but I’ve been sworn not to tell you.” Katsuki growled, “Calm down. You have enough on your fucking plate with the press, your dress up show and your broken boyfriend. He needs you whether you got your shit together or not, Zero. No healer will touch him until he gets his strength back.”

“He was... he was dead for twenty two minutes, Touya...”

“But he’s okay, broken but okay.”

Katsuki sighed heavily, like the weight of the world had landed on his shoulders. “I know, I know.” Izuku heard a small grunt before a quick goodbye from Dabi and the door closing softly. Katsuki’s heavy boots walked up to the bed. Nothing happened for a while then suddenly a warm hand brushed his dirty curls from his forehead, leaving the slightly sweaty palm in place. “You make me want to strangle you.”

“T-There’s a line...” he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Do you like breaking my heart?” Izuku peeked open one eye. He didn’t like that Katsuki’s face was emotionless. “I should have been there.”

Izuku frowned a little. Fuck, he was so tired, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. “No. Not your f...” he yawned loudly, “Fault.”

A small smile tugged on his perfect lips. “Sleep, baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Katsuki chuckled lightly. “Put Black Whip away, I’m not leaving. I didn’t want to leave in the damn first place, but Eraserhead and the detective wanted to get all the bullshit from me. Botan even lied out his ass for my one true crime. Little shit said I walked him home that night.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I know detective what’s his face knew he was lying. I don’t give a fuck as long as I’m in the clear.”

“That’s the heroes doing their job...”

“Lying about murder?”

“Shhh... I’m sleepy.” He yawned again, his eyes slowly drifting closed.

Katsuki ran his thumb over his forehead a few times before he felt lips touch his lightly. “I love you, my little hero.”

“Love you too... my villain.” Izuku whispered back and finally the darkness swallowed him whole.

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“Get me the hell out of here.”

Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. This was a whole new level of Grumpy Izuku. All the nerd has done in the past four day is bitch and moan.

“I’m serious, Katsuki, if you love me even a little bit,” Green eyes glared at him. “You’ll break me out. I won’t even ask to go to work! Nothing! I won’t mention hero work! I want to get the fuck out of here!” Now, he couldn’t stop the laughter from escaping. Izuku cussing was like watching a toddler say ‘fuck’ to their parents. “Kachan! Please!”

“He’s not allowed to.” Shinso said as he walked through the door. “You can’t even sit up yet, Izuku.”

“And I can’t wipe my own butt, but no one cares about that either!”

“Jeez, what did you do to him?” Shinso looked over at him, a smile tugging on his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this grumpy.”

Katsuki shrugged, “He woke up like that.”

“Cause I wanna go home and no one wants to listen to me!” Izuku grumbled loudly. “No, just keep the number one hero in a bed when he could be healed and out of here! I’m wasting a bed that someone else could be using!”

Shinso sighed, “Brother—”

“Don’t ‘brother’ me right now! I’m upset! I hurt! I want to sit the fuck up and snuggle my boyfriend! Why am I being denied! Who the hell is in charge here!? I’ll fucking pay them!” Katsuki shook his head, laughing under his breath. “I can hear you, asshole!” Izuku tried—really tried to lift his head but with all the casts and bandages, he was forced back down. “UGH!”

“Well, well, Hero Deku, I’m happy to see you so lively.” Hawks grinned as he walked over to the bed. “I can hear you bitching all the way down the hall.”

Katsuki watched the winged hero closely. Though he knew Hawks was on his side, it gave him an uneasy feeling that he was here. Dabi would have told him which means he’s here on business. “What do you want? If you piss him off, I’m going to turn you into fried chicken for your boyfriend late night snack.”

Hawks barely gave him a glance as he leaned over the railing to meet Izuku’s eyes. “It was a planned attack to kill you.” Izuku stiffened. “Vvex was hired by the former commissioner to take you out.”

“All because... I just did my job.” Izuku whispered. “And that made him want to kill me?”

Hawks shrugged slightly, “I don’t know but when I arrested him, he looked smug until I informed him that you’re alive and well.” He smirked. “I left him alone with Eraserhead for a while... and the cameras weirdly turned off, so we don’t know how he got all the bruises and broken bones.”

“I helped!” Shinso said proudly. “I also caught the Vvex guy with Dabi. We decided that he suffered enough. His fire panther is dead, and the shadow one is nothing but a house cat. Pretty cute actually.”

“And that’s the reason he’s not behind bars.” Katsuki muttered.

Hawks cleared his throat, drawing the room’s attention back on him. “Anyways, it’s been dealt with and you’re safe and sound.”

Izuku’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “And how’s the press? All the Ground Zero stuff?”

“Oh, they’ve come to like the explosive hero.” Hawks grinned, “He even gave a little speech on your recovery yesterday.”

Katsuki suddenly found the window interesting. That fucking bird brain was supposed to keep that shit to himself. He wasn’t out there as Ground Zero... he was out there for the first time as Katsuki Bakugo. There were a few questions about Izuku and his recovery, but it shifted quickly to his past. The reasons why he went into hiding. The whys of what he did.

Botan informed him this morning that sales have gone through the roof. Not that it mattered. Money was money. He could donate more to the foster care systems and maybe open one of his own soon. A few people reached out that knew his parents from the fashion industry. Some told him stories. Some said it was terrible what he went through.

What really fucking sucked was his aunt reaching out to him. Botan took the call and ripped the woman a new one but still took down a message for him. He hasn’t bothered to look.

Money hungry bastards.

“We’re all good, Deku, now you just rest up.” Hawks patted his head and took his leave. Probably to go fuck and make a McCrispy or something.

“I wannnnnnnnnna goooooo hoooommmmeeeee!” Izuku whined like a damn brat.

Katsuki looked at Shinso who held up his hands with a smirk and backed out of the room. Turning to Izuku, he found the cutest damn pout on his face. “What will make you shut up?”

“Love me.”

He rolled his eyes, “I do love you, sweet thang but I will gag you if you don’t knock it off.” Izuku beamed up at him, smile almost blinding. “When you’re all better, I’m going to spank you.” With a huff, he walked over to the bed and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Another day then the healers will come, okay? Can you be my good little hero and listen?”

“What do I get if I’m good?” Izuku leaned up the best he could for another kiss. He leaned back further until a cute pouty bunny stared up at him. “I’m good! I’m being good right now! I haven’t even tried to get out of bed.”

Katsuki raised a brow, “Because you can’t.”

“Still! I have Black Whip that could help me!”

“Your ass is going to be bright red.”

“Then love me!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes again. “Make me a promise.” Izuku nodded eagerly. “Promise me... you’ll call me if you ever are in trouble. I can’t lose you, baby. I fucking can’t.”

“I promise, Kachan.” That little shit used a single black tendril to curl around his neck and yank him down into one of the best kisses he’s ever had.

The next morning, Izuku’s legs and the deeper wounds on his side were healed. It exhausted him so much that he slept the day away. Katsuki took advantage of this and checked Izuku over himself. A few new scars would be added to the count. He’d rather have a thousand new scars then Izuku not be here at all.

A nurse came in a few hours past dinner with a bucket of hot soapy water. “Oh,” She laughed, “I see our stubborn patient finally met his match.” Izuku was dead to the fucking world. “I was coming to give him his sponge bath and change his bandages... I’ll come back later.”

Katsuki stood from the couch and held out his hands. “I’ll do it. I don’t want the wounds infected.” Or a lawsuit from two overprotective parents that she didn’t do her job. She looked at Izuku then back at him, conflicted. “I’ve seen his dick, lady, I’m not going to rape him or anything.”

“Is that what they all say?”

Jesus fuck this woman.

“Look, either you give that to me and I get him all cleaned up or I send in daddy one and two for you to deal with.” The nurse quickly put the bucket in his hands. “Thank you. I’ll push the button when I’m done so you can look it over.”

“Okay...” She all but ran out the door.

This was him being purely selfish. No, he wasn’t going to play with his boyfriend’s cute little hole or cock, but he needed his hands on Izuku. Walking over to the bed, he set down the basin on the tray table and pulled back the blankets. His eyes locked onto the freshly healed leg... it was broken in a few places. This last week has felt unreal.

Lightly, he trailed the tips of his fingers over the tanned freckled skin. “You make me want to kiss you and punch you in the face at the same time.” Not that he actually would.

Katsuki slowly stripped the hero of his gown and socks. Izuku didn’t notice, he snored away, finally relaxed. Dipping his hand in the hot water, he grabbed the washcloth and rung it out. He gently wiped the cloth over Izuku’s skin, taking care not to touch any of the old bandages.

“I love you so much.” He whispered weakly. The urge to crumble and shut down weighed on him. He pushed through it for Izuku. He had to be there for Izuku.

But... why wasn’t someone here for him?

For fuck’s sake, he wanted his mom.

Tears burned behind his eyes as he focused on the task at hand. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around Izuku and squeeze him until everything disappeared.

Izuku couldn’t handle that level of hug at the moment.

He took a few extra minutes, running his fingers over Izuku’s chest. Last time... Nope. He wasn’t going back there.

Nightmares still haunted him every single night. Sometimes he saved Izuku, other times he was already dead... the worst one is watching Izuku die in his arms.

Katsuki carefully peeled back the old, soiled bandages, replacing them with fresh ones then redressing Izuku in a fresh gown the nurse left earlier.

The door squeaked slightly as someone opened it and stepped inside. “Oh, sorry for the intrusion.” Katsuki looked over his shoulder, flexing his fingers. He was fucking ready to take any out. “I will be Hero Deku’s guard for the night. I just wanted to see him for my owns before standing my post.”

Edgeshot.

“He’s here and breathing.” Katsuki scuffed, “More like being a pain in my ass but Mr. Selfless is tired of the hospital bed.”

Edgeshot chuckled, “No surprise. He was a handful in his high school days. I’m not sure he would have made it without Eraserhead taking him in. All Might sure as hell didn’t do a good job.”

“I’d spit on Ass Might’s grave if my mama didn’t raise me better.” Katsuki folded his arms over his chest. “And this pain in my ass is a fan so...” Inhaling through his nose, he stepped closer to the hero and held out his hand. “Katsuki Bakugo.”

“Edgeshot but you must know that.” The older hero shook his hand firmly. “Ground Zero, correct?”

Katsuki couldn’t help the slight smirk on his lips. “The one and only.” Edgeshot’s eyes narrowed as he looked over him, searching his face. “What?”

“You...” Edgeshot’s eyes widened. “Katsuki Bakugo. You were the one kidnapped and All Might ignored your parents...” he trailed off. “When I found out what happened, I scolded that idiot.” Katsuki stared at the man. “Jeanist and I tried our best to find you first, but we were too late.” Edgeshot gripped his hand tighter. “I’m sorry we failed you.”

Maybe it was just everything in the last week.

Maybe Izuku made him softer.

Maybe... just maybe he craved for someone to tell him they tried.

Katsuki was a grown ass man and here he was with tears streaming down his cheeks, gripping the hand like a damn lifeline. In this moment, he felt like the nine year old boy who needed someone to give a damn.

Edgeshot didn’t hesitate to pull him closer and gently cup the back of his neck, pulling his head down until his nose was pressed into the hero’s shoulder. “You’ve been through hell and back. I’m sorry we didn’t do more.” Katsuki let the floor gates open and cried for his nine year old self, for his parents, for Shinso and for Izuku. “I have you.” Edgeshot whispered, letting him soak the hero’s shirt with his tears.

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Izuku finally—fucking finally—was able to sit up... in the stupid hospital bed. When he woke up from his very long nap, he found Edgeshot sitting with Katsuki on the couch by the window. Both were speaking quietly to each other and Katsuki looked like someone punched him in the eyes. Underneath were red and deep shadows clinging almost like bruises.

Worry instantly bloomed in his chest as he watched his boyfriend rubbing the sweat off his palms. Izuku frowned but decided to keep quiet. Once more he closed his eyes and went over the last few weeks of his life. Everything was great until the former commissioner put a hit out on him.

Thankfully, Hawks took care of everything. He made the right choice with that one. Either Hawks or his dad and he didn’t want to be strangled.

“What you sit up and decide to take another nap?” Izuku slowly opened his eyes to find Katsuki nose to nose with him. “You feeling okay?”

Izuku didn’t like it. He moved his good hand up and lightly traced over the darkness under Katsuki’s eyes. “Are you?”

“You’re the one in the hospital bed, bunny.” Katsuki countered, dodging his question completely.

“I’m fine,” Katsuki raised a brow. “Really. I’m still sore and tired but I’m fine.” Whether the blonde believed him or not, he didn’t know. Katsuki leaned back a little, taking a second to glance at Edgeshot. “You—”

“Izuku Midoriya!”

Izuku cringed, grabbing the blanket with his good hand and pulling it over his head. “There’s no Izuku Midoriya here!”

The blanket was ripped away from him and the woman he called mama glared down at him. “Where is that dad of yours! I’m going to beat his tired ass!”

“Dear, you promised no bodily harm.” Sanyu sighed, taking her place beside her wife. “Do you like to give us monthly strokes?”

Izuku pouted, “I didn’t mean to get hurt this time.”

“This time.” Sanyu rolled her eyes and patted his cheek. “I’m glad to see your in one piece, baby.”

“Don’t be all nice to him! He’s in trouble! He even took us off the emergency contact list!” Izuku cringed again. Fuck. He did do that. “I saw that young man.” Kimi glared at him.

Izuku quickly turned to Katsuki and raised a hand in his direction. “Have you met my boyfriend?! This is Katsuki Bakugo!”

If looks could kill... he would be dead with the way Katsuki’s crimson eyes burned into him. Kimi whipped her head around to the... was it former villain now?

“Him!? Really, Izuku? If I knew you liked men, I would have set you up with the neighbor boy.” Kimi shook her head then took her time picking Katsuki a part. “I mean... I guess he’s okay.”

Sanyu snorted lightly. “Don’t mind her,” She held out her hand to the blonde. “I’m Eijiro and Izuku’s mom.”

Katsuki raised a brow at him but shook the woman’s hand lightly. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s a long story but Eijiro forced them on me and now I have two dads and two moms.” Izuku smiled softly. “Found families can be better than the real thing.”

“Don’t speak of that woman.” Sanyu snapped.

Izuku huffed lightly but didn’t say anything else. Inko was a sore subject for everyone, but Sanyu took it to a new level. The gentle, soft-spoken mom would suddenly turn cold with any talk of her. “Did you bring me ramen? Hospital food is nasty.”

Kimi rolled her eyes. “I’m shocked you aren’t used to it by now.” She set a to go container on the tray table, pushing it towards him. She then took out a second one and handed it to Katsuki. “Why don’t you go home for a while? Shower, sleep, eat. We got him.”

“I’m good staying.” Katsuki said firmly.

Sanyu sniffled a giggle as she opened his container and sat on the edge of the bed. “He’s going to learn real quick, isn’t he?” Izuku nodded. He had to duck his head to hide his smile.

Kimi on the other hand narrowed her eyes. “You may be a foot taller and all buff, but I will drag your ass out of here and take you to my house. If you don’t want me to bathe you and put you don’t for a fucking nap, you’ll listen.”

“Mama—” He started.

Katsuki nodded a little, “Okay. You’ll be here? I can’t trust him not to break out.”

“Wow!” Izuku turned to his mom but the woman gave him a pointed look. “Okay, okay! I promise I will not try and escape while you’re gone.” He turned his head away stubbornly. “Can believe you all would think that.” He grumbled.

Katsuki leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back, sweetheart.” Izuku watched him leave, the worry slamming back into him.

“Mama—”

“Yeah, yeah, Zu, I got him.” Kimi quickly grabbed her coat and ran out the door.

Sanyu watched him for a minute before speaking, “What’s got you so worried?” Izuku looked around to find Edgeshot gone. “Izuku?”

“I-I...” He didn’t know. “I need to go after him! I need to make sure—” Izuku pushed up on his good arm, but Sanyu’s hands pressed him back down. “Mom! I need—”

“Izuku, sweetie, breathe.” Izuku didn’t have to breathe! He needed to go find Katsuki and make sure he was okay! Help him somehow! “Put the quirk away, boy or I’ll get the doctor to knock you out.” The stern words were enough to make him lay back against the pillows. “You think your mama can’t handle a villain playing hero?”

Izuku frowned, “It should be me! He saved me—”

“Have you ever thought that maybe he doesn’t need you to save him?” Izuku snapped his eyes to her. “You can’t fix everything, Izuku.” She sighed, “Let me tell you, I tried with you for years. It got me nowhere. Finally, I stopped trying and just started being there for you.” Izuku opened his lips to protest, to explain that’s what he was going to do but she shoved a huge bite of ramen in his mouth. “From what Shota told me, that boy has been through the fucking ringer.” His eyes widened at the cuss word. That was mama’s thing. “I even read his file. Not only did he lose everything, but he was also given nothing.

“I know what it’s like to be shoved into the foster system.” Izuku knew that his mom was in foster care after her parents kicked her out when she was ten. Her quirk wasn’t dangerous. She could talk to spirits. Her parents hated it. Like his own mom, hers didn’t want the public to see them as the parents of a freak. Izuku couldn’t help but look at the two bracelets on her wrists. She wore suppressers to get by otherwise the spirits were always there. “You can’t change the past, but you can give him a brighter future.”

Izuku swallowed the bite that felt like glass running down his throat. “Then what should I do? I can’t buy him something. I’ve given myself to him completely.”

“You’ll figure it out, baby. Now eat.”

“Young man!”

Katsuki halted his steps in front of the elevator. Was this woman crazy? Who the fuck runs after a known villain? Well, Izuku did it after a while but her? He swore they would tell Izuku to fucking drop him and find a sweet boy or some stupid shit.

Kimi finally caught up to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I changed my mind. I’m taking you home.” She stepped in front of him, hitting the down button. She was a petite woman. Her black hair came down to the middle of her back, freshly curled. Two clips pulled her hair back into place behind her ears, one with rubies and one with emeralds. Her two sons.

“I’m going home.”

“No, you’re coming with me, or I’ll drag your ass there.” Kimi stepped into the elevator once the doors opened and turned to face him. The look in her eyes told him she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Katsuki scowled but was honestly too tired to give a fuck. Edgeshot stayed up all night with him while he talked or Edgeshot told him stories from his past hero days. Katsuki couldn’t sleep. The nightmares were too much for him. “Fine, lady.”

“It’s Kimi, be respectful.”

Katsuki nodded slightly and followed her... why? He wasn’t sure. He could blast himself into the air and take his sad, tired ass home but would she turn around to tell Izuku. Izuku had enough on his plate with all his injuries. There was no need for added worry.

Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he let the shorter woman led the way. It took twenty minutes to get to a small ramen shop. Izuku’s come here a bunch of times with shitty hair. Kimi unlocked the door and relocked it after he slid past her. She waved a simple hand as she walked across the shop and up a set of stairs.

“It’s not much but we like it.” Kimi flipped on the lights. It was a small three-bedroom apartment, but it looked so much more than that. Katsuki was instantly drawn to the pictures on the wall to his left. There were a bunch of Kirishima from a toddler to the present. Izuku seemed to join the wall when he was fifteen, first year of UA. Izuku and Kirishima. Christmas. Birthdays.

Katsuki ran his finger over Izuku’s face as he smiled brightly... the day he became the number one hero.

“You know, when everyone was celebrating him on that day.” Kimi started, taking the picture off the wall. “I was the only one that worried. Being a hero is already scary enough but to be number one? That’s terrifying.” She smiled a little. “My wife just about strangled me after a week. I’d sit in front of the TV and wait for the news. It’s why Izuku took us off the list. He gets banged up a lot and every call to my phone would send me into a panic.

“He’s reckless, selfless, and has the biggest damn heart I’ve ever seen.” Kimi hung up the photo and turned to him. “You know, when my boys have bad days, I run them a bath, make them some tea and wash their hair. Ei refuses to nowadays because he’s an asshole, but Izuku will always come here to... let go. No judgement at all.”

What the fuck is wrong with these people? Who just takes in a villain?

Kimi’s dark blue eyes narrowed. “There’s nothing wrong with us.” Katsuki flinched, taking a step back towards the door. How the fuck did she know? “You’re not a villain anyways. So, bath and tea?”

“You can...”

“Mhm.” She hummed, crossing her arms. “I don’t use it often, it’s fucking annoying but when needed, I open my mind. It’s the main reason Izuku can’t hide shit from me.” When he didn’t move or say anything, she sighed heavily. “You know you don’t have to hurt alone... right? I can’t fix it, no one can but you won’t have to do it alone. Izuku comes as a package deal. Us. You get all of us plus more if you include Izuku and Ei’s friends.

“Sometimes people have more than one family.” Katsuki glared at her. Like fuck he was going to replace his parents with someone else. “There’s the one assigned to you, your mom and dad and there’s also one you get to choose. On some level we understand the hand you were dealt, and you don’t owe shit to anyone except yourself.

“Your parents would be so proud of who you are growing up to be.” Katsuki watched the woman turn on her heels and head to the bathroom. Without a second thought he followed her. Maybe it would help him out of this cloud of fucking darkness.

If Izuku died that day... he’d really become a villain. It’s end it there and meet his parents... the love of his life in the afterlife.

Tomorrow, he would sit down and talk with his boyfriend.

Until then... he’d like Kimi mother hen him. Maybe she was right, a bath and tea sounded nice.

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“Alright, everything but the arm is healed.” Izuku pouted down at the cast on his arm. “Your body can’t handle another big healing session. Last time you slept a whole day.” The doctor was annoying, but he understood. “Come back in a few days and we’ll fix it right up. Right now, focus on sleeping, eating and maybe light exercise. All depends on how you feel.”

“Of course, thank you for everything.” The doctor gave him a few more instructions along with some new pain pills if needed. Izuku turned in bed, hanging his feet over the edge until his toes touched the cool floor. It’s been almost two weeks since he’d been on his feet. He shouldn’t be worried, they were healed and good as new but—

“C’mon, sweet thang.” Katsuki held out his arms like... he was ready to catch him. “We need to get you dressed.”

Izuku beamed up at him. Ever since Kimi took him home, Katsuki seemed more relaxed. Not his normally flirty villain but close. “You just want to see me naked.”

Katsuki smirked slightly. “I did bring you a pair of your favorite white panties. You stand up and I’ll gladly slide them up your thighs... tuck your pretty little cock into place.” Izuku shivered slightly as he stood, he blamed the cold floor.

Katsuki didn’t just tuck in cock away, no, he played with it until he was almost achingly hard. “That was so rude.”

“I’m going to edge you all fucking day.” The blonde smirked down at him, leaning in until his lips ghosted over his own. “Then I’ll make you cum until you can’t anymore.”

Izuku almost said yes but something was off. Pushing his boyfriend back, he looked up at him fully. “I think we need to talk before any sexy time can happen.”

Katsuki swore, “You and your fucking big brain.”

“It’s useful.” Izuku smiled and placed his hand on Katsuki’s firm pec, right above his heart. “I scared you...”

“You did more than fucking that, Izuku.” Katsuki whispered, his hand coming up to cover his. “I’m not new to death. Been there, done that.” Izuku frowned when Katsuki couldn’t look at him in the eye anymore. “I... seeing you on the ground, broken and barely breathing. I felt your heart stop Izuku. You fucking shook my world upside.”

“I really didn’t m-mean to—”

“I don’t fucking blame you. I ain’t mad either.” Katsuki huffed, “It brought up all the shit with my parents I fucking buried. Shit I couldn’t process back then.” Izuku closed the distance between them and pressed his cheek against his chest. “I can’t lose you.”

“I promise you won’t.”

Katsuki relaxed against him, pulling him closer in a tight hug. “I fucking love you so damn much.”

“I love you too, Kachan.”

“Again.”

Izuku smiled as he soaked in the warmth, “I love you, Kachan.”

“A-Again.”

“I love you with all my heart, Kachan.” Izuku kissed the top of the blonde’s hand. His heart ached for this man. Izuku knew he was avoiding him a little. He stayed with Kimi for the night when she dragged him to her house. Sanyu reassured him Katsuki was fine, but he knew better. “Nothing can tear us apart. I will fight heaven and hell to get back to your arms.”

Every word was a promise he planned on fully keeping.

Or maybe he was going to murder Katsuki himself.

“If you don’t stop babying me, I will punch you.” Izuku glared at the man... fluffing his pillow. “I’m not broken.” Katsuki gave him a look. “Okay I’m not as broken! I don’t need to be stuck on the couch now!”

“Nap time.”

“I’m not a toddler!”

“Sometimes you act like one so I fucking forget.”

“UGH!” Izuku screamed, crossing his good arm over his chest. “I want to do things!”

Katsuki shook his head. “You can sit your ass on that couch and rest.”

“I’ve been resting!”

“Now you’re being a brat.”

Izuku’s jaw dropped. “Only my daddy can call me that!” He couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Doctor said rest.” Katsuki ruffled his curls. “I’ll make some dinner then we can watch a stupid movie.”

To think a few weeks ago could have been his last day. He needed to make it up to Katsuki... somehow. That man had everything in the world so buying him something was out of the question. Hmm. Izuku flopped back on the pillow, listening to the clanks of pots and pans in the kitchen.

“What’s one thing...” His eyes widened as it him. There was one thing only he could give him. Izuku quietly got up and grabbed Katsuki’s phone from the coffee, running to the bathroom. He quietly shut the door, flipping the lock and unlocking Katsuki’s phone with DEKU as his password. “Wow, talk about easy.”

Scrolling through his contacts, he all but squealed when he found the right one. He pressed the phone to his ear, waiting.

“Ello, boss man! I thought you were taking time off and working from home.” Botan sighed dramatically. “I can totally handle it all but whatever.”

“Botan!” Izuku whispered excitedly.

“Hero Deku?!” Botan squealed. “Wait. Why are you calling from Sir’s phone?” A gasp came through the speaker. “Is he kidnapped! I’ll help kick booty, Deku!”

Izuku laughed lightly. “No, he’s cooking in the kitchen, but I do need your help.”

“With?”

“I just need you to create a fashion disaster and call in sick.” Izuku explained quickly. “Tomorrow. I need this done tomorrow.”

Botan hummed, “The fashion show is in two days, Deku, I don’t know how to mess with something. Everything is done and if... what if I touch it and he can’t fix it.”

“What’s his next project for me?” God, he needed this to work! Katsuki would only leave him if it had to do with his work. In which he’d call Shinso to come baby sit.

Botan paused and he could him move things around. “Ooo la la.” Another pause. “If I touch this I’m fired.”

“No, it won’t happen but listen to me. Hide it, rip it, I don’t care! I just need you to get him to the office for most of the day tomorrow.”

Riiiiipppp

Botan screamed, “Oh fuck! I can’t believe I did that! Oh no! He’s going to blast me into pieces! Deku! What did you make me do! What’s so big that you made me rip up his masterpiece!”

“I’m going to ask him to marry me.” Izuku smiled happily. “I’m going to give him everything.”

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“What. The. FUCK!” Izuku sunk lower into the cushions of the couch. “Botan! I’m not fucking around! What. Happened.” Katsuki was pissed. Not just a little. Botan was right. He was going to blast the poor baby. “And what the fuck do you mean your fucking sick!? The show is tomorrow! I have so much shit to do that I thought you were going to help me out with so I could help Izuku! Ya know! I do stuff from home while you keep things going over there!”

Katsuki paced the length of the kitchen, one hand in his hair and the other gripping the phone so hard Izuku was worried it would break. “Fuck. Fine. FINE! I’ll get mind fuck to come babysit!” Katsuki tugged on his blonde locks. “No get the fuck better, I need you tomorrow, Bo... no.” Katsuki deflated and he could help but roll his eyes. Botan’s got his boss wrapped around his finger. “I’m not mad, Bo, I promise. I’m just stressed and pissed about the gift... yeah, see you bright and fucking early.”

Izuku sat up a little more, “Everything okay?”

“No but I’m figuring it the fuck out.” Katsuki’s fingers tapped away on his phone as he walked over to the couch. “I have to go to work, shit happened.”

“I’ll be fin—”

“Hitoshi’s on his way.” Katsuki cut him off. “I love you and I’ll probably be late tonight so make sure that fucker feeds you.” With a single quick but loving kiss. Katsuki was out the door.

“Holy shit!” Botan panted, waving a hand in front of his face. “He’s pissed.”

Izuku couldn’t help but smile. “It will be worth it.” Botan showed up when Katsuki went out for his morning run and Izuku stuffed him under the desk in the office. It was just easier to have him the second Katsuki left. “Now what did you rip up?”

Botan waved a hand, “Some two piece set he’s been working on for you. It takes forever cause he does it all with a single machine and his hands.”

“Color?”

“Red.” Botan gave a quick glance over him. “I’m glad I ripped it. You’ll like a fucking Christmas tree.” This kid was something else. “When is your arm healed again?”

“I convinced the doctor—”

“You mean paid right?”

The hero rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I gave a big donation and told him my plans. I’m not proposing with my arm in a cast.”

Botan shrugged, propping a hand on his hip. “What do I get out of all this?” Fuck. He was really hoping to avoid this.

“I’ll sign something for you?” Izuku innocently suggested.

“Deal!”

“Really?” There’s no way he’d agree to that.

“Just remember, kay?”

The door to his apartment opened and slammed shut. “What the fuck are you planning?” Izuku jumped off the couch and held out his free arm for a hug. Shinso glared at him. “Izuku... I will call dad.”

Izuku dropped his arm with a pout. “I’m going to propose to Kachan...” Shinso looked taken back but his answer. “What? Just cause I’m the short guy doesn’t mean I can’t propose to him!”

Botan snapped his fingers. “Preach, girl, preach!” He sauntered up to the two of them. “I told Deku here to just give the guy a lap dance—naked of course—and slip a ring on his cock but he wanted to go all romantic and by a ring for his finger. Really boring choice if I’m gonna be honest.”

“I’m questioning why I called you in the first place.” Izuku muttered then looked at this brother. “Look, you two know Kachan and I want to make sure this ring fits him perfectly.”

Shinso sighed tiredly. “You would bring that asshole into the family.”

“I’m going to give him everything I can.” Which reminded him that he needed to talk to Sanyu soon. “Are we ready?”

Botan raised his hand in the air. “Question! So what’s the date of this wedding?” Izuku couldn’t tell if he was joking. What in the world— “Like are you thinking fall, summer? Indoor or outdoor?”

“Botan... uhh... I have to ask him first.”

Botan rolled his eyes with a scoff, “You know he’s going to say yes! God, dramatic much.” Shinso ran a hand down his face. He seemed to be done already. “Anyways, wedding. Venues, go!”

Izuku almost just left Botan there but he was helping him out so he went along with whatever this game was. “Probably the Oak tree where we met. There’s a huge field behind it to set up a receptio—”

“A tent?! Dear fashion goddess, help me with this one.” Botan poked a finger into his chest. “Katsuki Bakugo is a fashion God. He’s known worldwide and you want to give him a tent. Jesus. You know what Mr. Number One. I’ll handle the reception.”

Shinso nodded, “I think that’s a great idea.” Why the hell was his brother cutting in! Why was he agreeing! “I’d have it in the banquet hall in Kats’s building.”

“What...”

“Brother, you’re forgetting that you are not just a normal guy. It’s going to be bad enough keeping people away from the ceremony.” Izuku glared at him. “No, do it at the tree but do the after stuff somewhere we can keep people out.”

I guess... it makes sense.

Izuku nodded, “Okay Botan but nothing crazy or the deal’s off.” Botan nodded quickly. “And no strippers of any kind.” That made the boy pout but he quickly perked back up. “Ring time!”

“I can’t believe you're doing this.” Shinso said quietly as they looked at the rings on display. “You and marriage. I don’t see it.”

Izuku hummed, “Cause I’m a selfless workaholic?”

“Yup. That.”

“He’s everything, Hitoshi.” Izuku smiled, “I’m ready to settle down and be more selfish. Hell, I saved Japan from Shigaraki. I deserve some down time.”

Shinso clapped a hand on the back of his neck. “That you do. Pops will be so happy. He worries a lot. Dad too but at least hides it better.”

“Kachan will be your brother.” Izuku whispered, leaning into the taller man’s side. “He will become your brother in law.”

His brother didn’t say anything but the grip on his neck told him everything. Shinso was happy Katsuki would officially be his brother... he was happy because Katsuki would have a huge family that would love him no matter what. “You fucker...” Shinso choked out.

Izuku snuggled in closer, he secretly loved when his brother showed more than a tired, annoyed face. “You don’t have to tell me; I know your happy.”

“You do so fucking much for everyone, Izuku.” Shinso kissed his curls and sighed. “I guess I could return the favor and married Eijiro. Make all our little pieces of family one be happy family.”

“Only if you want to.” Izuku smiled, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Eh. No one else puts up with me sitting on the couch naked.” Shinso laughed wetly. “The rest of you think it’s nasty but Ei loves having easy access.”

“Shut up now.”

Izuku spent the next two hours comparing rings. He was down to two. Both white gold but one had diamonds on the outer ring and the other hand two lines of diamonds all the way around the center of the ring. “I can’t decide.”

Shinso peered over him, resting his chin on his curls. “I mean... you need a ring, right?” Izuku nodded slightly. “Which one do you think Kats would like best?” He instantly reached for the ring with the diamonds on the outer ring. “Now the other is yours.” Shinso hummed lightly. “Fitting, you’re the center of his world.”

“C-Can I do this?” Izuku whispered, holding a ring in each hand. “He won’t say no right?”

“If he even tries, I’ll use my quirk and make him say yes.” Shinso hugged him tightly. “He’ll say yes, Zuku, you two are a match made in heaven.”

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“Who the hell touched dress number four!” Katsuki growled. Fuck! Everything was going wrong today, and it was supposed to be one of his biggest shows ever. “Botan!”

Botan peeked his head through the rack of colorful clothing. “Boss, you need to chill for a second.” He disappeared and stood, looking at him over the rack. “Why don’t you go take a breather?”

Katsuki scowled, “I don’t have fucking time for a breather, Botan!”

“Maybe call your boyfriend for a blow job then.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes. “I hate show days with you. You always have a huge stick up your ass.”

“I’m going to fire you.” He threatened.

Botan laughed, “You would never! I’m the only one you like in this place.” Well, fuck, he wasn’t wrong.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose letting the boy make a run for it. It wasn’t like he had a stick up his ass, it was—this shit needed to go fucking perfect, or his parents would be disappointed in him. The Spring season was ma’s favorite. He had to make her proud.

Walking over to tonight’s rack of dresses, he shifted through them careful not to touch the fabric with his gloves. The sweat from his hands tended to stain different materials so he found a pair of black gloves that kept his sweat from ruining his hard ass work.

The show started in a few hours and on top of that fucking stress. He hasn’t heard from Izuku since he left yesterday morning. Shinso said he was fine. Izuku and fine never were a match. There was something about a doctor’s appointment for the still broken arm. That fucking idiot was going to get a leash.

“Sir?” Katsuki raised his eyes to one of the newer employees. “One of the male models called in sick...” She shrank back as if he was going to explode... oh he fucking was.

“Please tell me it’s not the main model.” Her silence gave him his answer. “Okay, thank you, Erica, please go inform Botan that he may need to sub in for the show.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Katsuki turned on his heels and stormed to his office, slamming the door closed behind him. “FUCK!” Two small explosions popped from his palms. God, he wanted to punch something or fuck his bunny until he passed out!

What else could go fucking wrong today?!

He jinxed it.

Katsuki glanced at his watch. Izuku promised he’d be here and right now he could use a damn hug. “Botan! Have you seen Izuku!?”

“Nope.” He said with a pop of the P. “I’ve been too busy trying to keep the stick out of your ass.” Botan looked over his shoulder, smiling sweetly. “I’m sure he’ll be here.”

I hope so...

Katsuki decided to turn his focus to the models. With the gloves covering his hands, he helped zip up dresses, lace shoes and even help a few models change. The time ticked by with no sign of Izuku’s beautiful face anywhere. He told him the right time, right?

Damn it. Now he wasn’t sure. Katsuki wanted to call his boyfriend, but Botan stole his phone after he yelled at... someone. Not sure who but they probably deserved it.

“Hey man, you look stressed as fuck.” Shinso smirked, “Exploding things yet?” Kirishima stood to the right, hand laced with Shinso’s.

“Where the fuck is Izuku?”

Shinso winced, “Oh fuck. That appointment was today huh.” Katsuki was going to commit murder today.

“Yes...” He said through gritted teeth. “Where. Is. He.”

“Don’t know, Kats.” Shinso shrugged and looked up at his boyfriend. “Did he text you today?”

Kirishima ran hand through his long red hair. “Nope. He spends all his time with this guy, I’m forgotten.”

Katsuki groaned loudly. “I need him, Hitoshi, I need him!”

Shinso let go of Kirishima hand and set them on his shoulders. “Katsuki. Breathe. He’ll be here but you have only a few minutes before you need to get the show going.” Katsuki started to shake his head. He wasn’t going to start the show without Izuku. “I’ll look for him, okay?”

“Please, Toshi... I can’t fucking think without him here.” Katsuki whispered, dropping his forehead against the others’. “Why isn’t he here?”

“He’ll be here. I promise.”

Katsuki sighed. At this point, he was going to have to push down all the feelings and move forward with the show. Izuku would be here... he knew how important this was.

Or was he having second thoughts?

Maybe the battle knocked some sense into him and Izuku realized that being with him was too much.

Maybe—

“Katsuki.” Shinso shook him slightly. “Stop. Zu will be here.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now go be amazing.”

Katsuki cracked a small smile. “I’m always amazing.”

“Welcome to the Spring line fashion show.” Katsuki said into the microphone as he walked down the runway. Lights beamed down on him; the stage lined with lights; his shoes clacked slightly with every step. “As many of you know by now, my name is Katsuki Bakugo, son of Masura and Mitsuki Bakugo. My parents introduced me to fashion when I was two. I was their star model.” He couldn’t help but smile. “I was sewing by the age of four, designing by eight and was just about to help run my first fashion show.

“I lost my parents tragically. I became a villain because the heroes I looked up to all my life failed me.” His fingers tightened around the mic. “For those of you who think I’m a liar, I’m sorry. I’ve worn so many masks in my life but—thanks to a certain hero I’ve taken them off, showing you who I truly am.

“Fashion is a part of me as much as my quirk.” Katsuki took a deep breath and smiled. “I, now present the Spring fashion line.” The audience clapped as he turned on his heels and quickly made it back down the runway.

The first outfit was casual. A simple pair of flared jeans in a light wash and a lilac with tiny white flowers on the shirt.

Katsuki ducked behind the curtain and clapped his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “I know stress has been high the last few months, but I want to thank every single one of you for all that you do. I couldn’t fucking do this without you.”

After every fashion show, he gives everyone a week off paid. One cause he needs a damn break and two because he knows they need a break from him.

“Let’s make this next hour one of the best.” Katsuki slipped his gloves from his pocket, sliding them over his sweaty fingers. The first model walked through the curtain. He pulled her lightly to the nearest dressing room and handed her the next outfit. “Good job out there.”

“I’m happy to do it, Mr. Bakugo!” She smiled brightly, which reminded him of a certain someone that was still missing.

Katsuki closed the curtain as he pulled out his phone. He frowned. There wasn’t a single text or call from Izuku. “Where the hell are you?”

The next hour flew by. From what Botan said, everyone loved his work and seemed ready to buy him out of stock before productions even started.

“I hope I made you proud.” Katsuki whispered to the small picture he pinned next to the stage. “I couldn’t have done it without all you taught me.” Tears stung his eyes as he closed them tightly, hiding them away. “I fucking wish you were here.”

Were they proud?

Did they see how hard he worked every day to keep their dreams alive?

Did they know...

“And for the final piece of the night, we have a very special guest!” Botan announced. “A Katsuki Bakugo original for someone who is very special. Please welcome, Hero Deku!”

Katsuki’s eyes flew open. The curtain to the stage fluttered closed as if someone just walked through it. Was he really here? Peeking through the curtain, he instantly found the familiar green curls bouncing as Izuku walked down the runway.

His little hero stopped at the end of the stage, tugging on the suit jacket slightly. “Now doesn’t he look like stud!” Botan gushed, happily. “This suit is made with the finest cotton with a silk lining. It has a total of three pockets in the jacket! Two on the outside and a third on the inside to hide something special away! Hero Deku here, he isn’t much of a suit guy, well, not this kind of suit but he pulls it off stunningly.

“This suit is always breathable. No overheating in the sun while standing outside for a party or a wedding perhaps?” Botan smiled over at him. What the fuck was he grinning about? “Now to end the evening, Hero Deku has some words he’d like to say.”

Izuku flashed the kid a bright smile before turning to the crowd. He raised both arms, one hand fixing the cuff of the white button up. That fucking shit got himself healed. “I wanted to thank you all for coming and supporting Bakugo Designs. If I had anything to say, I’d say I’m so proud of Katsuki. He's brought the world joy in something so simple, something we have to wear every single day.

“I can’t begin to think of what he’s going to come up with in the coming years but I’m happy to be able to walk beside him...”

Katsuki shoved the curtain closed and walked hastily towards his office. He couldn’t listen to Izuku’s sappy words anymore. “D-Dummy Deku.” he muttered, wiping the tears from his cheek. No matter how many tears fell, his heart felt so damn full.

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“Mom?” Izuku called as he opened the door to the apartment over the ramen shop. He spent the last two hours taking a stupid nap because... maybe the doctor was right, and his body needed to wait but he needed his arm healed. “Mama?”

Sanyu popped her head from around the corner and smiled. “Hey baby! What do I owe this pleasure?” She looked him up and down until she was satisfied that he wasn’t broken. “Don’t you have a fashion show to get to?”

Izuku closed the door behind him and walked down the small hallway to the kitchen. It smelled amazing. Sanyu makes the best cookies he’s ever tasted. “I was in the neighborhood.”

“Liar.” Sanyu laughed, holding out a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. “Tell me why you’re really here.”

“I need a favor.” Izuku mumbled before shoving the cookie in his mouth. Gooey goodness exploded over his tongue, and he moaned. “Shooooo good!”

Sanyu laughed softly. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give you another.” Here’s the problem, he knew how much his mom disliked her quirk, also, it exhausts her so much.

Izuku licked the last bit of chocolate off his lips. “I was wondering if you could use your quirk to see if Katsuki’s parents are still around...” And he gave his mom the best smile.

“I had a feeling you were going to ask.” Sanyu huffed lightly. “Mister I Help Everyone.”

“I know it’s a lot on you, mom but I have something super important to ask them and well...” Izuku settled his gaze to the floor, shoulders sagging. “I’m going to ask him to marry me a-and if his mom or dad are still here...” He trailed off. It was such a big ask. The last time he watched Sanyu use her quirk, she slept for two days and woke up with a painful migraine.

“So, my little baby boy is going to ask the villain to marry him?” Sanyu closed the distance between them and cupped his cheeks with her warm, loving hands. “You wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important to you.” Izuku nodded a little. She always understood him without words needing to be said. When he came into this loving family, he didn’t know what to do.

It hurt like someone stabbed him right in the heart and twisted the knife over and over until his heart crumbled to pieces. Kirishima had loving mothers, ones that hugged and kissed him. Ones that made sure he had everything he needed. Food, clothes... just everything.

Izuku didn’t need to remember his childhood to know he didn’t have those things from his birth mom. That’s all she was to him now. A person who gave birth to him and threw him away.

“If one of them is around,” She started softly. “then I think it would be best for you and Katsuki to speak with them.”

Izuku swallowed hard. “Do you think... it’s been fifteen years since that night. Would they not move on because of him?”

Sanyu gave him a sad smile. “That’s the hardest part, baby. I know I couldn’t move on until I saw that you were okay.” She slowly dropped her hands, lightly trailing her fingers down his cheeks. Izuku watched as she took off her purple bracelets. “They might not...” She trailed off, bright icy blue eyes, shining. Sanyu was staring over his shoulder, eyes locked on an empty space. Izuku turned to look over his shoulder, but he didn’t see anything until his mom’s hand laid lightly on his skin.

A woman stood where Sanyu was staring. She had familiar ashy blonde hair and crimson eyes he’s grown to love over time. This was his mother for sure.

“Mitsuki Bakugo?”

The woman nodded, “You are one bright young man.” She smiled, “And a cutie too. No wonder my son is in love with you. I could eat you right up.”

Izuku forced the sadness down and put a soft smile on his lips. “Your son is amazing, Mrs. Bakug—”

“Mitsuki, please.” Izuku nodded instantly. “I saw the ring you bought, good choice.” Heat traced over his cheeks. How long has she been around? “I heard what you said to the Hitoshi, that you’re going to give him a family... a home.”

“With everything I have, I promise.”

Mitsuki nodded, wrapping her arms around her upper body. “My husband moved on a while ago. It seemed like he found peace... when I promised I’d stay and watch over our son.” Izuku took a step forward but stopped when Sanyu held him firmly in place. “I miss him but my poor baby... he had to go through so much.

“I-I tried to be there for him. I got angry for him. My family turned their backs on him, and I wanted to have his quirk for a moment and blow them to pieces.” She shook her head, a frown forming on her lips. “I know you haven’t had the best life, Izuku, so I know your promise is good. I know you’ll give my son a home after all this time.

“He’s really grown into a fine young man, hasn’t he?”

Izuku laughed wetly. He didn’t even realize he had tears streaming down his face. “W-We didn’t get off to the b-best start.”

Mitsuki smiled, “I told him if he ever found you again to never let go. He was so upset when you didn’t come back to the park that day. I should have looked harder... maybe then...”

“Us as mothers will always play the what ifs and the could have, should have game.” Sanyu offered the blonde woman a smile. “I did the same, we all did but they found each now and both are safe.”

“I have a question, Mitsuki.” It felt like the box in his pocket was burning his skin. “I want to ask Kachan to marry me... I’d like your blessing. I promise to love him forever and ever and always.”

“I know you will, Izuku.” Mitsuki shook her head. “I know my husband would too. I know you’ll give him everything.”

Izuku bowed slightly, “Thank you, Mrs. Bakugo.” He peeked over at his mom who already knew what he was going to ask. “As one of his many wedding gifts I plan on giving Kachan... I was hoping you’d be willing to speak to him.”

Mitsuki looked uncertain and understood why. If she spoke with her son, it might be the last thing holding her here. She looked so... heartbroken. Regert and guilt hung heavy over her. Fifteen years to hold on to all that had to weigh on her shoulders.

Sanyu stepped forward, gripping his shoulder tightly. “From one mom to the other, I understand your need to stay but I promise you this. Katsuki will have a place in this family. With us here and with Izuku’s.”

“Even a few heroes from that day have reached out to him! He saved me! Japan knows he’s not a villain now! He... he can be a hero if he wants to.” Izuku scrubbed the constant flow of tears from his cheeks.

“It’s almost time to move on, Mrs. Bakugo and wait with your husband on the other side for Katsuki.” Sanyu waited for Mitsuki to nod before smiling. “You’ll talk to him at the wedding.”

“Thank you, Izuku...” Mitsuki whispered right before she faded from sight.

Sanyu snapped her bracelets back into place and sighed, sagging against him. “I’m so proud of you, baby. For all that you do, have done and everything in the middle. I will help Katsuki speak to his mother and help her move on to the afterlife.”

“Thanks, mom.” Izuku had one thing down... another to go.

“Hey Mari!” Izuku cheerfully greeted. “I know it’s your day off but I just wanted to fill you in!”

“Oh god.” She groaned loudly in his ear. “Do I want to know?”

Izuku shrugged, running a hand through his hair as he gripped the phone tight with his other hand. “I mean... you said you wanted to know beforehand if I was doing something big and crazy.”

“And dating a villain isn’t crazy enough for you?” She deadpanned.

“How about marrying said villain?”

“I’M SORRY, WHAT!?”

Izuku winced. “Ha... ha... I gotta go but um yeah! Thanks again!” He quickly slammed his thumb on the end button and sagged in relief against the wall. Another thing done. Now it was time to handle the rest.

After he arrived at the fashion and made his grand entrance, Botan pulled him aside and fixed his hair and tux while the room cleared of guests. Thankfully, Kirishima and Iida brought the small piano in from another room and Momo agreed to help him by playing said piano.

“Thank you all so much!” Izuku smiled, nervously. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you.”

Kirishima slapped him on the back. “Just make me the best man and we’re even.”

“I’m the best man.” Shinso shot him a look that dared Kirishima to argue.

Izuku poked his brother’s cheek. “I think you’ll be reserved for Kachan, Hito.” Shinso looked down at him, lilac eyes swimming slightly. “No tears yet!”

“Your just being—” Shinso pulled him into a crushing hug. “Thank you. Thank you so damn much, brother.”

Izuku kissed his cheek lightly. “I’m bringing him home, Hitoshi.”

“Y-Yeah. Home.” Shinso whispered back wetly. “He’ll be a pain in the ass.”

“I can handle it.”

“He goes to bed fucking early.”

“I’ll live.”

“He’s a control freak.”

Izuku pulled back to look up at his brother. “Are you trying to get me to back out or ask him?” He laughed, “I’m okay with all those things. I probably need someone who will keep me in check.” Shinso nodded slightly, tears threatening to fall. “I’m bringing him home no matter what stupid things you say.”

“H-He—” His older brother—by a few weeks—shook his head and crushed him back to his chest. “Stop fucking sharing your crybaby genes!”

“Eijiro! Your boyfriend needs a shoulder!” Izuku called, patting Shinso on the back. Kirishima tugged the man from his body and Shinso instantly shoved his face into Kirishima’s chest. “He needs a nap.”

Kirishima grinned, “I think he’s just as nervous for the answer as you.” Izuku wasn’t nervous about Katuski saying yes, he was nervous if could ask the question without crying his own eyes out. “You got this, Zu.”

Izuku nodded firmly and headed over to the stage. “I can do this. I can ask him and it will be fine.” Taking a deep breath, he shook out his aching arms and walked down the runway to the end of the stage.

“Okay! I’m going start screaming fire or something.” Botan handed him a black microphone. “Break a leg—no wait! I can’t say that to you.” Botan huffed, running a hand over his face. He looked exhausted from the busy day. Katsuki was probably the same. “Good luck and don’t choke unless it’s on a dick!” Izuku gaped as the boy ran off screaming “FIRE! THERE’S A FIRE ON THE STAGE! OOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO MY ASS IS ON FIRE! HELP ME BIG STRONG FIRE MEN! I WANT YOUR HOSE!”

“He’s something.” Momo smiled politely. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve never sung in front of anyone, Momo.” Izuku gripped the mic tightly. “If I choke take over.”

Momo laughed, “You won’t, just breathe and think about the future.” He nodded, inhaling deeply a few more times until the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.

This was it.

He was going to ask Katsuki to marry him, to spend the rest of his life walking beside him... to give him a home he deserved.

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Katsuki booked his ass down the hallway like it was on fire instead of the fucking runway. Who the fuck lit it on fire!? How did it start!? What fucking idiot—

The second he stepped through the thick black curtain he froze. Nothing was on fire, thankfully, but instead he found his pretty little hero with his back to him still wearing the tux he made.

“Izuku?”

The soft sound of piano keys began to play off in the corner of the room. Creati sat on the bench dressed in a floor length gown. The soft black fabric laid perfectly against her creamy skin, but his eyes didn’t linger on her, they moved to the hero that stole his heart so long ago.

“ Ain't it funny how love hits you when you least expect it to. Any time, any place, it can come right out of the blue. I thought it was only made for movie screens... then you came along and you changed everything.” Izuku slowly turned around, facing him with a soft smile on his lips, microphone just a inch away. “Just one look into your eyes and I knew...

“I was gonna spend my life with you.”

Katsuki stared at the man in awe and confusion. What the flying fuck was happening, but he didn’t dare utter a word.

Izuku took a single step towards him. “I promise I’m yours. Always and forever.” He smiled and Katsuki’s heart flipped in his chest. Another step. “Through the good and the bad.” Another step followed by another. The closer Izuku got to him, the more he wanted to step back but his body was frozen in place.

“For worse or for better. I wanna be with you for the rest of my days.” If felt like he was drowning in a beautiful Emerald sea. “I promise I’ll love you... forever and ever and always.” Izuku was only a few feet away from him. He didn’t know if he wanted to pull him in or run the away.

What did all this mean?

Izuku took a deep breath before moving on in the sweet song. “From this day on I will be everything that you. Now I won’t let anyone or anything come between you and me.” Izuku could no longer hold back his tears, a few escaped down his cheeks, falling from his chin. “This love we got is deeper than oceans. My heart is yours and you know this.” Izuku laughed wetly. “I’ll follow you where you’re going ‘cause that’s where my home is.”

Katsuki couldn’t hold back any longer. He took the final steps, closing the distance and never looking away. Izuku followed him with his eyes, looking up at him. His free scarred hand found the spot right over his heart and Katsuki took his hands placing them on Izuku’s hips, pulling him in close.

“Hold me close, don’t let me go... hold me close, don’t let me go.” Izuku repeated the same lines over and over again as he promised to never let go.

“Never, baby, never.” Katsuki whispered.

“I promise I’m yours.” Izuku whispered back. “Always and forever, through the good and the bad... for the worse or for better. I wanna be with you for the rest of my days. I promise I’ll love you...

“Forever and ever and a-always.” Izuku dropped the mic and wrapped his arm around his back as the other one gripped his shirt tightly. “I love you, Katsuki... I can’t l-live in this world without you walking beside me. I need you like I need air. My heart beats for only you a-and I know you don’t think you deserve it, I know you.

“So... from this day forward, I promise I’ll love you forever and ever and always.” Izuku couldn’t stop the tears but shockingly, he pushed at his chest, forcing him to step back.

“Izuku...” There was no way to finish that sentence. He watched Izuku drop down to one knee and take a ring box from his jacket pocket. This could not be happening.

Izuku beamed up at him through his tears. “Katsuki Bakugo, will you let me keep my promises and marry me?”

“You f-fucking bastard.” Katsuki choked out with a shake of his head. Damn it. How the hell could one man be so damn fucking perfect. Sinking to his knees, he grabbed Izuku’s face lightly and kissed him until they both gasped for air. “Y-Yes, little hero, I’ll marry you.”

Izuku popped open the box and took the ring from the velvet bed it laid in. “Thank you, Kachan.” Taking his left hand, he slid the ring down his ring finger. A fucking perfect fit. “I love you—”

“Congrats!” Botan screamed and a crowd of people joined in.

Katsuki laughed lightly, pressing his forehead to Izuku’s. “I love you, baby.” If they kissed more, no one uttered a word.

“I know you helped him.” He slowly turned to look at Shinso. “This morning you were covering for him.”

Shinso shrugged, sipping his drink. “He promised to make you my brother officially. You think I’m going to give that shit up?”

Katsuki liked that idea. Shinso—his best friend—would officially be family. There was something different about saying he was like a brother to having him be an actual brother. “I can’t believe I’m getting fucking married to him.”

“He’s pretty great.” Shinso smiled fondly at his little brother. “Take care of him, Katsuki, I can’t lose either of you but he’s reckless as fuck.” Kirishima suddenly appeared out of the blue and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders from behind. “Get off me.”

“Nope! Izuku was stolen by Botan—I think—and I was lonely.” Kirishima grinned, swaying slightly, forcing Shinso to do the same. “Hey, you ever think of getting married, babe?”

Shinso wrinkled his nose. “And be stuck with you for the rest of my life? No thanks.”

“But I’m amazing in bed!”

“Okay, marry me?”

“Down, baby.” Kirishima laughed.

Whether that was a real one or not, he didn’t give a fuck. He was on cloud fucking nine. Izuku proposed to him in the most perfect way possible. Hell, his ma would have cried from this level of sappy. Izuku’s laughed rang through the room and he turned his gaze to the man of his damn dreams.

“I’m marrying that man.” Katsuki whispered.

Shinso smiled, patting his arm. “I can’t wait to tell Dabi.”

“Fuck off.” Katsuki scowled as he jumped off the stage and beelined to his now fiancé. “Zuku, can we go—”

Botan squeezed passed him and smiled sweetly at Izuku. “It’s done, Izuku! I got it all taken care of!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Izuku’s face turned bright red as he looked between him and Botan who was bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Bo...”

Botan rolled his eyes, “The wedding! Duh! Keep up, sir, we have things to do!” He turned to Izuku. “Tuxes are all pressed and ready to go. I have a few hours taping off the,” He covered his mouth from view and mouthed something to Izuku. “And I made the little slaves you brought get the banquet room ready for the after paaaaarty!”

“Again?” Katsuki glared at the boy, “What the fuck?”

Izuku patted his cheek, pulling him in close. “Just let him have this moment. He’s pretty excited.” Excited for what? He might never know.

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“You’re getting married today.” Shinso blurted out as he opened the door the next morning. “Izuku is getting the last minute things done and will see you at the altar.” A garment bag hit his chest. “Get the fuck ready.”

Katsuki clearly took the bag and stared at his best friend. “I’m getting married.” It was still unbelievable. Not only did he not see this coming, but he still couldn’t wrap his damn mind around it. “I’m getting fucking married.”

Shinso nodded with a smile. “Yeah, Kats, you’re getting married today so you need to get the hell ready and not leave my brother standing at the altar.”

Knock. Knock.

Katsuki glanced at Shinso who looked just as surprised as him. Setting the bag down, he walked over to the front door, pulling it open. “Oh, hi.” Sanyu—one of Izuku’s mom he met briefly at the hospital—stood in the doorway. “Is Izuku alright?”

Sanyu laughed, waving a hand in dismissal. “He’s a nervous wreck but Eijiro is there with his dads.” She smiled up at him. “I’m actually here to see you.”

“Me?” He raised a brow. “Bo said the wedding was at three?” Double checking the time, he saw it was only eleven so why the fuck was she here.

“I’m one of your wedding presents.” Sanyu stepped around him, letting herself into his penthouse. “Izuku thought it would be better to give you this before the wedding than after.”

Katsuki closed the door behind her. “I’m so confused. Why are you here?” Sanyu slipped off her bracelets and gently took his hand. He swore he saw her blue eyes brighten.

“Katsuki...” He knew that voice. It was one of the voices he longed to hear again. Turning his head, he found his mother standing a few steps away. His eyes widened and blinked repeatedly waiting for her to disappear. “You’ve gotten so big, baby.”

“M-Ma?” He croaked, gripping Sanyu’s hand like a lifeline. “How are you—is dad here to?”

Mitsuki shook her head sadly, wrapping her arm around her body. “No, baby, he passed on a while ago. I promised him I’d watch over you.”

Sanyu squeezed his hand twice. “Izuku asked me to use my quirk to see if your mother was still her. He asked for her blessing to marry you, and he asked me to give you the goodbye you never got.”

There was no stopping the tears pooling in his eyes. The aching hole in his chest felt like it was craving a way to the surface. He blamed himself for over fifteen years. If he didn’t get kidnapped, his parents would still be here.

So many things would have changed.

Mitsuki smiled softly, “I see you found your Deku and didn’t let him go.” Katsuki nodded, unblinking. “He’s a smart cookie, Kats, he’s going to keep you on your toes a lot, but I know you wouldn’t have it any other way.” Katsuki took a step forward and his ma matched his until he was looking down at her. It hurt to see how much time has passed since the last time she was alive.

“Ma... I’m sorry.” Of course, she shook her head. “N-No if I didn’t go—”

Mitsuki scoffed, “It’s like your saying ‘if I didn’t go be a kid’. You were nine, Katsuki, you were trustworthy and responsible. Your father blamed himself so much for not being there. I told him the same thing, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but that stupid group of villains and All Might. I hope dad Masa gave him a piece of his mind in the afterlife.

“But you, Katsuki, have grown into a man and I’m glad I got to witness it. You are strong, explosive and so caring.” Mitsuki reached up, fingers trembling slightly before she touched his cheek. Katsuki wanted to throw himself in her arms and sob, but he knew that wasn’t possible. “I’m so damn proud of you, baby. You’ve made our fashion company huge. I’ve watched you; Kats and you are so good at it.”

“I-I learned from the best.” He whispered, “I couldn’t have done it without you and dad.”

Mitsuki’s hand patted his cheek, but he felt nothing. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, ma.”

“Izuku gave his word to take care of you.” Katsuki’s heart ached at the feeling of what she was going to say next. “You don’t need me watching over you anymore.” Katsuki started to shake his head, pinching his eyes closed at the very thought. “I know but I think I need to check on your dad. Heaven knows he doesn’t know how to cook for himself.”

He bit down on his lower lip to hide the tremble and shook his head again. “P-Please don’t leave me...” She didn’t reply. Katsuki’s eyes flew open to find his mother still standing in front of him with a smile he loved on her lips. “Ma?”

Mitsuki looked like she was about to start crying if she could. “There’re people here that love you, Kats. You need to accept that and let me go, baby.”

“I-I can’t!” Katsuki cried. “H-How can I let you go!? I n-need you, mom! I fucking need you here with me!” A strong pair of arms wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly as he fell to pieces. “Please mama, please stay?”

Mitsuki kept the smile on her lips, no matter how much it looked like her heart was breaking. “Let me go, Katsuki, I’ll be waiting with your dad when it’s your time. I will always watch over you from above.

“I’m not worried about you. You have so many people that love you.” Mitsuki raised up and kissed his cheek lightly and he swore he could feel it. “You’re not alone anymore, sweet boy.”

Katsuki gripped the arm around him tightly with his hand. “N-No but I need y-you...”

“I’ll be watching you get married to that cutie with your dad. He’s a huge crybaby so he’ll probably cry just looking at you.” Katsuki swallowed thickly. Mitsuki gave him one last kiss on the cheek before her body began to fade. “I love you, brat, so much.”

“I love you, ma.” Katsuki forced the hardest words from his lips. “Tell dad I said hi and I love him.”

Mitsuki nodded and faded from view.

Sanyu put her bracelets back into place with trembling hands and hugged him. Shinso gripped him tightly from behind, keeping him whole as he fell apart. Katsuki cried out for his mom and dad but this time not of sadness, he was happy she finally moved on and found her husband again.

“I got you, Kats.” Shinso whispered as he held onto his trembling frame. “I got you forever.”

It took a good hour or so to calm down enough to get his shit together. Katsuki thanked Sanyu for all she did and offered her a dark room to sleep off her headache. He kept turning to look at the last spot he saw his mother like maybe—just maybe she would still be standing there.

“Who does Izuku always get it right?” Katsuki asked out of the blue.

Shinso’s lilac eyes found his in the mirror before turning back to his hair. “It’s a damn gift of his I fucking swear. Second year at UA, he was struggling with having people who loved him. It was like he went through stages of grief. First, he was quiet, he wouldn’t say much at the house. Eri seemed to be able to get him to eat or say something. He would talk much to me or pops but he latched on to dad. Then he started to cry.

“Pops finally was able to work his way into Izuku’s safe space.” Shinso shrugged, “It was probably the singing that did it. Izuku needed it anytime he was out of control with his tears. Next... he was fucking angry at everyone. He’d lash out at teachers, friends, us. Aizawa had extreme dry eyes for months until I got a hold of him.

“I used my quirk on him. I asked him one simple question. ‘What do you want?’” Shinso smiled slightly. “He asked for a hug, one that was tight enough he couldn’t do anything but focus on breathing. After that, there were nightmares and stuff but as long as someone crushed him in a bear hug, he calmed down enough to function.”

Katsuki looked down at the ring on his left hand. “How the hell do I repay him for all this?”

“By spending the rest of your damn life making him smile.” Shinso smirked, “Well, that’s my answer if you asked me.”

“I’m serious, Hitoshi, I can’t repay him for giving me... I got to say goodbye to my ma. That’s huge.” Katsuki couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t try to give Izuku something back for all he’s done.

Shinso shrugged again. “Izuku’s gonna tell you that you don’t owe anything but if it’s really that big of a deal to you.” Katsuki looked up at his best friend in the mirror. “There’s one thing he’s always wanted to do and you can’t tell him I fucking told you because I’ll get all pissy with me.” Katsuki nodded. “He wants a kid one day. With quirks, anything is possible. I’ve heard of a woman that helps same sex couples have babies using their DNA.

“Izuku is scared shitless that if he used his DNA... the kid would be quirkless.” Shinso shook his head slightly. “It doesn’t matter if the kid has a quirk or not.”

Katsuki smiled slightly at the thought of a little baby Izuku running around. “I’ll get him there.”

“Then that’s enough.”

“Bakugo.” Katsuki tugged once more at the tie around his neck then turned to find Edgeshot standing behind him in a tux of his own.

“Hey Edgeshot, what can I do for you?” Katsuki didn’t have the energy to cuss, he was emotionally overwhelmed and drained at the same time.

Edgeshot smiled, “You clean up nicely.” The hero stepped up to him and adjusted his tie for him. “I was curious if you’d let me walk you down the aisle.”

“Huh?”

“It would be an honor to give you away to that man.” Edgeshot laid a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not trying to step on toes—”

“I’d really like that.” Katsuki breathed. “I don’t want to do it alone.” Edgeshot had quickly become another person he could count on in his life. After the night in the hospital, they exchanged phone numbers and texted or called. Katsuki even made plans to have dinner next week.

“Darling... oh, I see you found who you were looking for.” Best Jeanist walked up to them and looked over his tux. “You look quite handsome, Mr. Bakugo, I see our Symbol of Peace is in good hands in fixing his... attire.”

Edgeshot elbowed his husband slightly. “It’s their wedding day, let them be.”

“You have to agree, Izuku has no taste in fashion.” Jeanist continued. “Also, Mr. Bakugo, I’d like to speak with you at a later date. I want you to design something for me.”

“Of course.” Katsuki chuckled lightly. “Edgeshot has my number.”

Edgeshot shooed at his husband. “Go, you. I’m having a moment, and you are ruining it with your talk of fashion.” Jeanist rolled his eyes but gave his goodbye to join the rest of the guests. “Feel free to tell him no later.”

Shinso popped his head in through the tent. “Okay, Izuku can’t wait any longer so if you could get your ass down the damn aisle that would be great. Otherwise, he’d going to drag you, and you can’t be mad at me if you miss the first look.”

“Fuck. Okay. Yeah. I’m ready.” Katsuki blew out a heavy breath and shook his sweaty palms. “I’m getting married.”

“You’re getting married. Izuku will wait until you are at the altar then walk down.” Shinso slapped his shoulder before ducking out.

Edgeshot took his hands in his, wiping them down with a cloth. “Let’s go then, shall we?” Katsuki linked his arm with the hero’s and the curtain opened. Sero and Denki grinned at him as he walked by. There were so many damn people here. He saw a lot of heroes and Izuku’s family. Dabi sat in the front row next to Shoto and a few others.

Part of him wanted to feel jealous of his future husband’s family... it was huge. Katsuki smiled. This was going to be his family now too. Shinso smirked at him as he flipped him the finger. Katsuki quickly gave him one right back.

Kirishima stood on the opposite side of his boyfriend, grinning like a puppy. It felt like a mile walking down the aisle, but Edgeshot stopped a foot away from the tree and pulled him into a tight hug. “We are here for you too.”

Katsuki nodded and took his place besides Shinso. Hawks stood in the middle with a grin on his face. “I have a quick gift for you.” Hawks pulled a small card out of his pocket. “Pass all the tests and this is yours.”

In the damn bird’s fingers was a hero license... Ground Zero on the front with his picture and under his name was... “Wonder Duo?” He looked up at Hawks in shock.

“Deku demanded it, take it up with him.”

Before he could utter another word, the music switched over to the same piano tune from yesterday. Izuku stepped out of the tent, gripping Aizawa’s arm tightly. Tears were already shining with fresh tears as their gazes met.

He was fucking stunning.

Izuku was nothing other than perfection and he was going to remind him every day. He already knew Botan was behind the white tux that fit Izuku perfectly.

Katsuki couldn’t help but smirk as a tear slipped down those freckled cheeks. “Forever a crybaby.” he heard Shinso mumble.

Once Izuku and his dad made it down the white carpet. He stepped forward with his hand outstretched. Aizawa didn’t let go of Izuku, instead he held on tighter.

“Dad... you need to let go now.” Izuku whispered wetly.

“I can’t do it.” Aizawa shook his head. “You're staying my baby forever, Izuku.” Thankfully, Hizashi came and pried their hands apart. “No, I’m not letting him.”

Izuku quickly kissed his dad’s cheek then his pops and turned, taking his hand. “He’s a little overprotective.”

“I promise to take care of him.” Katsuki said firmly to Aizawa. “I promise.” It was his turn to make promises, even the same ones Izuku made.

Hawks chuckled once Hizashi dragged his husband off to a chair. “Alright, nothing like an overprotective dad at a wedding.” Izuku beamed up at him, gripping his hands tightly as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “And I’m questioning who the hell gave this thing sugar, guys, we talked about this.”

“Hawks! Get on with it!” Izuku shot the bird a glare and turned back to him.

Hawks waved his hands in surrender. “Alright, geez.” He cleared his throat. “Ladies, gents and everything in between, I thank you all for joining us in this rather unique marriage. Whether one is a hero or one is a villain, love still conquers all.

“Today two souls will become one. Rings, vows and a kiss will tie them together for the rest of their lives. If anyone has the guts to object.” Katsuki slowly raised his hand, curling his fingers and letting off a single warning blast. Fucking dare someone to speak. Silence blanketed the park. “Thank heavens no one was that stupid. Deku, turn off the quirk.”

Izuku blushed and the green sparks disappeared. “Sorry!”

Hawks shook his head, smiling. “Now to the vows. Izuku Midoriya, do you take this villain to be your husband, through the good and the bad, for worse or for better, forever and always?”

“I do!” Izuku smiled happily up at him.

Hawks turned to him, “Katsuki Bakugo, do you take this hero to be your husband, through the good and the bad, for worse or for better, forever and always?”

“I do.” Katsuki promised, smiling back.

“Now I can pronounce you husbands—” Before Hawks could finish, Katsuki pulled Izuku to his chest and met him in the middle, kissing him. “Mr. And Mr. Bakugo everybody!”

Katsuki drew back. “You took my name?”

“Of course!” Izuku’s eyes stared up at him lovingly. “I promised, remember? What’s a better way to keep that promise going by becoming a part of your family? Izuku Bakugo has a nice ring to you, dontcha think?”

Katsuki shook his head with a laugh, “I fucking love you, little hero.”

“And I love you, Zero.”

“PARTY TIME!” Botan cried as he popped open a bottle of champagne that exploded over the crowd. Izuku shook his head but smiled, that smile was never leaving his lips today.

“Botan! Fucking knock it off!” Katsuki growled. “He’s like a damn child.”

“But you love him.” Izuku reminded him.

Katsuki rolled his eyes but held out his hand. “May I have the honor of dancing with my husband?” Izuku slapped his hand in Katsuki’s.

“I’d be delighted.”

The party got moving rather quickly thanks to Botan. Izuku and Katsuki hung back at their table. He leaned against him as his husband whispered sweet nothings in his ear. So, after food, drinks and wild party, it was finally time for their first dance.

“Deku!” Botan held out a sharpie and pulled down the side of his slacks. “Sign my butt!” Katsuki sighed but Izuku took the cap off the marker and signed his name. “I’m soooo getting this tattooed!”

“Like fucking hell, asshole!”

Dabi appeared next to Botan, “C’mon baby B. Let’s get you some water.” Botan gasped and fell into the man’s arms.

“Your so fucking hot, like a bad boy.” Botan gushed as Dabi picked him up and carried him away.

Izuku laughed, “I wonder how much he’ll remember in the morning.” Katsuki didn’t answer. He was pulled to the dance floor and spun slightly into his husband’s chest. “Oh, you have moves?” Timeless by Meghan Trainor began to play over the speakers.

“Ma put me in dance classes for a few years. Can’t beat the shit out of someone in dance.” Katsuki pulled him in close and began to sway. “Thank you for giving me a chance to say goodbye to her.”

“It was nothing, Kachan.”

“No, it was everything, sweet thang.” Katsuki kissed his forehead softly. “I can’t ever repay you for that.” Izuku tried to protest but Katsuki kissed his lips, stopping him. “I’m going to spend the rest of our days showing how much I love you.”

“I love you too, Kachan.”

Katsuki nuzzled his nose across his. “I want to be the Wonder Duo with you like we planned. I want to give you anything and everything like you’ve given me...” Izuku closed his eyes, swaying and letting the world fade out around them. “I want a kid.” He stiffened slightly. Who the hell— “Girl or boy, quirkless or not, I want your baby. I want to raise a kid and give them the life the deserve.”

“I’m q-quirkless, Kachan...”

“You’re not her.” Katsuki whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “Who cares if our kid’s quirkless, we’ll love and spoil the shit out of them.”

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut tightly to stop any tears from falling. “I-I’d like that.” Katsuki’s fingers lifted his chin, and he opened his eyes finding those crimson ones he loves so much looking back at him. “Kachan...”

“Was it worth it?” Katsuki asked softly.

“What?”

“Falling for a villain?” He said with a smirk on his lips.

Izuku smiled sweetly, “Were you ever really a villain when you’ve always been my hero?”