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The class was silent. Too silent for Aizawa’s preference. He wanted his loud and messy class back. It seemed like they were involved in something much deeper than students should be, even if they were. The recent raid to stop the League of Villains was a bust. Too many lives have been lost, and many have been ruined.
His eye flickers over to Bakugou who stares out the window as if he’ll see who he wants. As if Midoriya will randomly appear. The desk behind Bakugou was empty and cold. But so was another.
Todoroki’s desk was empty as well.
He can’t help but feel some failure settle on his shoulders. His job is to protect, teach, and guide his students into becoming proper heroes. But that’s not what happened. His gut twisted harshly as he imagined whatever hell his students were living in.
“Should we keep moving? I think we’ve taken down enough villains from the jailbreak,” Shirakumo states walking behind two U.A students. Actually previous U.A students.
Midoriya shakes his head. Todoroki sighs heavily.
Oboro frowns softly.
“I know your plans. Wanna catch Shigaraki, wanna catch Dabi,” He watches the teen’s shoulders tense up at his words, “We ain’t catching them tonight. We need to rest up and follow up with our leads tomorrow morning. Let’s go.”
Todoroki’s eyes glance at Midoriya, seeing green eyes dim softly with tiredness. They haven’t showered, eaten, or rested in days. Midoriya has bruises and blood stains that aren’t his. Todoroki has burns and frostbite injuries he needs to tend to.
“Come on,” Oboro nudges both of them off the top of the building and onto his cloud. It’s silent all the way into a neighborhood that was abandoned due to the villain raids and most civilians were taking cover in U.A. or whatever other school was taking refugees in.
“This home is intact still. Let’s clean up, and I’ll make dinner,” Oboro says as they enter the home.
“I feel bad for using someone else’s home,” Izuku says as he stops in front of a family photo of a couple with two boys. They looked really happy. Izuku hoped they sought help.
Shouto looked away from the photo as if it burned him. Both Shouto and Izuku head upstairs going into the master bedroom.
“Get in the shower I’ll look for some clothes,” Todoroki told Izuku as he opened dresser looking for something to wear. They haven’t spoken much since they left the hospital together with a single goal in mind. His green eyes stay trained on Shouto’s back. Both of their hero suits were worn down, dirty, singed in some places, and bloodied. Probably cracked or fractured ribs.
Izuku turned to the bathroom. Stripping off his suit he stares at his bruised body. He’s grateful for Danger Sense but sometimes he just got ahead of himself. Stepping into a hot shower he feels his muscles relax just slightly. Watching blood and dirt swirling down the drain. He sighs heavily because he can’t cry anymore. The death of Gran Torino weighs him down along with the fear of losing his classmates or his teachers. So many lives were on the line that day. Scrubbing his body with the scented strawberry soap and washing and conditioning his hair he’s done. Stepping back into the bedroom, Shouto waits for his turn. Izuku nervously fidgets with the towel wrapped around his hips.
“I didn’t take too long, did I?” Izuku asked, getting ready to apologize to his friend. Heterochromia eyes darken as he takes his body in.
Shouto steps forward, cold and warm fingers touching Izuku’s bruises. “We should be more careful,” he speaks lowly.
“We?” Izuku mumbles, cheeks flushing a deep red. His bruises feel relief at the temperature differences.
“Yes. I’m faring no better. Look,” Shouto opens his suit revealing a burn along the side of his stomach. There are some scars from previous fights.
“Shouto!” Izuku scolds as his fingers touch the almost healed wound. “We’ll take care of this later.”
“I’m feeling better already,” Shouto states, enjoying his friend turning bright red again.
“Shocchan! Stop!” Izuku goes around him to dress, “go shower before Shirakumo-sama comes up here.”
“Oboro-san said not to call him that. Said it makes him feel really, really old,” Shouto tells him before stepping into the bathroom.
Taking his suit off, Shouto barely recognizes himself in the mirror. The bags underneath his eyes are way too prominent and his hair is much longer than it was in U.A.
In the shower, Shouto thinks back to his fight. The reveal of Dabi being his long-dead brother Touya was unexpected. But so was the sudden death of his father. Enji Todoroki met his death with his eldest son. Sure, Shouto knows he had it coming, but now the sense of justice to bring his brother in was strong. His father should’ve faced proper consequences for what he had done to him and his family, not just a simple death. His mom and sister didn’t take the news well. Natsuo… well he wasn’t quiet sure how to read his brother’s face. It wasn’t relief and it wasn’t anger. No, Natsuo was hiding something.
Joining Izuku on his vigilantism was an easy choice. He’s sure Endeavor wouldn’t had let him join but now he was on the road of Justice? Revenge? Put in the last nail in the coffin by saving his brother. Maybe killing him to end the cycle? Enji was his father whether he hated him or not. He hated dealing with feelings. Would it bring his family peace to bring Touya in alive?
After his shower, dressing in sweats and a T-shirt, he goes downstairs. Izuku is slumped on the couch eating ramen.
Oboro steps out of the kitchen handing him a cup and some chopsticks. “Eat up. Rest. Please guys. Just relax.”
Shouto thanks the man who’s practically stuck by them since they started their endeavor. He doesn’t know much of him but he seemed enamored with Aizawa-sensei for some reason.
Overall the night was depressing.
After eating their food, Izuku writes a note to the family thanking them for allowing them to use their home, and they would pay them back for what they used.
“I need a cigarette… Shocchan?” Izuku pouts as he stares at his friend.
Shouto wants to laugh at the puppy eyes Izuku gives him.
“Go on,” he answers.
Shouto caught Izuku smoking after their run-in with Stain. Apparently, it let him relieve stress and allowed him to think better. Both were caught chain-smoking by Tokoyami some months later.
“Light, please?” Izuku leans toward Shouto with the cigarette pressed to his lips. With his fire, he lights the cigarette. Izuku takes a deep drag, lying down on the couch behind Shouto since he was sitting on the ground flipping through the channels. Izuku moans in relief as the nicotine courses through his veins.
Shouto turns, takes the cigarette, takes a drag, and passes it back to Izuku. Izuku loves the sight of Shouto smoking. Such bad for their health but they love the aesthetic as well.
Oboro goes downstairs seeing the students smoke. He sighs but doesn’t stop them. He had his own issues he drowned with alcohol instead of cigarettes.
“Both of you take the master bedroom. I’m going to head out,” Oboro announces. Both turn their heads to the man in shock.
“What! Where!” Izuku shouts.
“I have a meeting with someone. They need to make sure you’re alive and well. After I need to meet up with a broker who might have information on the League. You’re not the only ones who have to carry the burden. Allow me to help. You’re just kids.”
Oboro shoves his hands into his worn-down pilot bomber jacket. “I’ll be back before you know it. Just rest. That’s all I ask for, kid.”
“Okay,” Shouto said, “Be careful.”
Izuku nodded in agreement.
Oboro ruffled both of their hairs before leaving. Shouto takes a long drag before putting the cigarette out in the ashtray.
“Come on,” Shouto held his hand out for Izuku to take, so they could head up to bed. Izuku’s scared hand took his gently and allowed himself be dragged upstairs.
“Sho…” Izuku spoke softly as they entered the bedroom. The lights were off, and the room was darker than it had been since there was no moonlight tonight. “Shocchan… can we?”
If the lights were on Shouto is sure Izuku was flushed a deep red. This was another thing they had started. They didn’t have a label for whatever they were, but it didn’t matter to either of them. Following Izuku had been easy after the Sports Festival. It should be scary for Shouto, who had been extremely sheltered at such a young age. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling half the time with Izuku, but he loved it. Stepping forward, he lets his hands fall to his waist, pulling him close.
“Do you want to?” Shouto asked him.
“I do. Do you?” Izuku whispered leaning forward to him. Green eyes shine even in the darkness of their world.
To seal the deal Shouto pulls Izuku into a soft kiss. Izuku wraps his arms around his shoulders pulling him closer till their wasn’t any space between them. Scared fingers tangle themselves in red and white locks scratching his scalp. Shouto tightens his hands his around his waist before lowering them to his thighs and holstering him up. On instinct Izuku wraps them around his waist being mindful of whatever wounds he might have.
“Preference?” Shouto asked as he lays Izuku on the bed tugging off the sweats and panties off.
“Missionary. I want to see you,” Izuku heaves softly as he pulls Shouto shirt off. Shouto leans down kissing Izuku’s freckles, his jaw, and nipping at his neck. He takes his time switching between his temperature quickly leaving various marks on his neck, working his way down his shoulder, collarbones, and chest. Izuku keeps his fingers Shouto’s hair tugging it to meet him in a heated kiss. His pink tongue exploring Shouto’s mouth that tasted of cigarettes and apple juice he had earlier. Sucking on his tongue he hear Shouto moan and grind against his cunt.
He vividly remembers their first couple of times of chain-smoking leading to heated make-out sessions, and dry humping each other till they finished in their own jeans.
Feeling Shouto’s cock kiss his clit and just barely catching at his dripping hole. Pre cum mixed with Izuku’s wetness made a lewd squelching noise in the quiet room.
“Come on, Shocchan. Put it in already,” Izuku whined as he tried to speed things up.
“Calm down, brat. My dick isn’t running anywhere and we have all night,” Shouto bit down on his nipple.
“Shocchan!” Izuku pulled at his hair again as he felt cold fingers rub his clit quickly. “No, no, no!”
Izuku finished embarrassingly quickly as Shouto rubbed his clit helping him through his orgasm.
“No fair, Shocchan!” Izuku whines as his body is stepping into overstimulation territory.
Shouto chuckles cruelly at Izuku.
“Apologies, princess,” Shouto sighed into his ear as he pushed his cock through a wet, warm cunt. Izuku wraps his arms around his back, blunt nails digging into his shoulder blades.
“You feel so good, princess,” Shouto softly groans into his ear as he bottoms out. Velvet walls clench around his cock tightly stopping him from pulling out.
“A little cock warming never hurt anyone,” Izuku breathlessly speaks as he mouths at Shouto’s jaw and neck.
Shouto looks down at Izuku seeing little black tendrils wrapping around his arms, chest, and neck.
“Blackwhip has a little mind of its own doesn’t it?” Shouto teases making Izuku look at his body. Sure enough, Blackwhip had wrapped herself around Izuku like a spider web, even bleeding around Shouto’s hips.
“I’m not sure if I should be scared or turned on more,” Izuku mumbles. Shouto leans forward, capturing Izuku in a kiss before pulling out—as much as Blackwhip would let him—and thrusting back.
Green eyes stayed locked on turquoise and grey ones. Shouto loves seeing tears of pleasure building in emerald eyes as they slowly drip down. Angling his hips a tad higher, he finally hits the spongy spot inside Izuku, making him moan louder. Nails drag down his back as he picks up pace.
“Yes! Yes, right there! Please, please, please!” Izuku moans too loudly but none of them care. His brain is fuzzy with pleasure, and his body is ready for his release as he feels Shouto starting to hit his cervix. The loud squelching sound of Shouto pounding his pussy floods his ears and his ears burn red.
Shouto can feel his thrusts becoming erratic and uncoordinated as he is close to coming. The headboard slamming harshly against the wall and the bed springs squeak loudly in protest to their movements.
“Kiss me,” Shouto demands. Izuku is quick to capture his lover’s lips in a wet kiss. Warm fingers circle his clit timed perfectly with a thrust against his cervix, making him finish. Squirting over Shouto’s cock like a faucet, Izuku feels like he experienced an out-of-body experience. Shouto continues to his own release the bed finally giving out to their activities. He softly whines and moans as he feels Shouto filling him up.
“A nice cream pie… thank you,” Izuku mumbles tiredly as he wraps his arms Shouto loosely.
“You’re welcome,” Shouto mumbles as he lies on his chest listening to his heart slowly go back into normal rhythm.
“How the hell are we explaining the bed to Oboro?” Izuku mumbles as he feels Shouto’s cock slowly slip out of him.
“He said relax didn’t he?” Shouto teases as he flicks the lamp light on seeing the absolute mess between Izuku’s legs. His cum mixed with Izuku’s two orgasms were a beautiful sight. Izuku is ruined for anyone else as he see Shouto reach for his sweats, pulling out the pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he takes a drag and gives it Izuku.
“Allow me to clean you up,” he smirks before settling himself between his legs. Izuku moans as he smokes his cigarette and gets eaten out.
Oboro never thought he would see Shouta again. Yet here he was sitting across from his high school friend in a dimly lit bar.
Whiskey sat in his hands and a beer in Shouta’s.
“How’s Yamada?”
“Really? I’m not here to talk about my personal life,” Aizawa snaps.
Oboro chuckles as he brings his whiskey up to his lips. “Sorry, I figured I’d want to catch up on my once best friend. Almost boyfriend.”
“And then you died… why aren’t you dead?” Aizawa asked, dark eyes were filled with anger and something else that both weren’t ready to talk about.
“Temporary amnesia that lasted a little longer than it should’ve. Finished getting my license at a different school and I figured it was best to disappear after I found out what set off that accident. Been working as a hero in the dark. Better that way,” he responds.
Shouta clenches his jaw, “My students?”
Oboro orders another whiskey, “They’re fine. Don’t worry about them.”
“They are my students. They can come back to U.A. They will be taken care of,” Shouta tells Oboro, watching the man drink his whiskey as if it were water. Something tells him that has been going on for a while.
“Midoriya can’t go back without citizens criticism and endangering everyone there if All for One or Shigaraki decides to go after him now. Todoroki can’t go back without people seeing him as Endeavor son or Dabi’s brother. Both will be scrutinized in everyone’s eyes. To every civilian in U.A they are just as bad as the villains.”
“They’re just kids,” Shouta manages to say reeling his anger in.
Oboro gives him strained smile. “So is every villain.”
“How come you never came back?” Aizawa said after some time had passed. “You never tried calling me, Hizashi, or even Nemuri. Why?”
Blue eyes stay on dark ones.
Swirling the dark liquid in his glass Oboro sighs heavily. “I… figured it would be best. I don’t know man. It’s been years. Life slipped away from me with trying to get into darker and darker rings of crime. And I just got lost in the world of playing hero I forgot I had the chance to be just someone. Now I play teacher for your students. Good kids. Just… thrusted into this life too early,” Oboro sadly spoke as he drinks his whiskey and orders another.
“I can help them Oboro—”
“I won’t betray their trust,” Oboro cut him off. “Sorry Shouta. I’ll shoot a text if they choose to go back. I won’t let them carry this burden alone. But I won’t betray them either. Trust is hard to come by nowadays.”
Aizawa sighs. Shirakumo, unfortunately, had a point. He couldn’t force his students back no matter how hard he wanted to.
They need to come back on their own accord. Who knows how long that would take?