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thesilencebeforeastorm · 4 years

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More Than Just A Quirk - ShindoDeku

A/N: Back with some smutttttt lmao, my first M/M nsfw fic actually! This fic was inspired by a ShindoDeku nsfw fanart by @ spacenipnops on twitter! The link to her artwork is here . Please take a look at her lovely work. This is my interpretation of her piece. Also, Midoriya and Shindo are over 18! If you want to read it on my ao3 account, click here.

~ NSFW Tags: Quirk Play, Oral, Fingering, Body Praise, Aftercare, Bisexual Shindo & Deku, Dom Shindo & Sub Deku

There were a lot of things Midoriya tried in his life. Things like a new video game or a new ice cream flavor, but one thing he never tried was was having sex with a guy. He wasn't a virgin, since he's had a girlfriend in the past and had sex with her but with a guy? No, that was completely out his zone. He didn't even know he liked guys until he caught a look at some guy Kirishima was having a quick chat with. From what he heard later on from Kiri was that his name was Shindo Yo, a recent graduate from a different school and now a pro hero, who was only a year older than he was. From afar, he noticed his dark colored hair which was similar to Midoriya’s style and the way his chest and abs were exposed due to his green and black hero costume. His smile was also something he took note of, especially when he gave Midoriya a smirk when he caught him looking at him. Turning away, Midoriya was having a hard time processing in his mind what he was feeling. He's seen guys shirtless, hell, Kirishima was shirtless all the time in his pro hero outfit, but no. Something about Shindo was different. Shindo made him hard. Days went by after that encounter and Midoriya tried to push the thought of him away, yet it wouldn't. He wanted him. He didn't know how exactly that would happen, especially since he wasn't sure of his feelings and didn't think he would see him again but fate had set in that day when Midoriya caught him talking to another one of his friends again while on patrol. Shindo caught a glimpse of him in return and approached him afterwards which made Midoriya panic internally. Turned out though he wanted the same thing Midoriya did.

"Hey, you're that kid I saw last time while I was talking to your friend Kirishima. 3rd year right? What's your name?"

"Midoriya Izuku, and yeah it's my 3rd year ", Midoriya responded a little nervously.

"Midoriya Izuku, huh? Almost done with UA then", Shindo replied. The way his name rolled off his tongue made Midoriya practically melt right there.

"Well, since I've caught you staring at me more than once, I'll tell you what. Let's meet up at my place this weekend since it's my only time off. Give me your phone number and I'll text you the address".

Not believing how straight forward Shindo was, his eyes widened and he almost froze where he stood but his mind was able to process his phone number as he gave it to Shindo.

"See you there," Shindo said to him as he got close to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Midoriya right there.

It was now the weekend, and here Midoriya was waiting in front of Shindo's door. He wasn't fully hard but the idea of what was to come made himself feel a little stiff in his boxers. He knocked, only having to wait a few seconds before he was greeted by a smiling Shindo at the door.

"Midoriya, you made it! Come in", he said, allowing him to enter his place. It was pretty organized for the most part and he had the place to himself. Since it was the evening and the night would be there soon, the place was dimly lit with what natural light was left before it was gone. Midoriya removed his shoes before he walked further in.

"Want a drink?" Shindo asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. His eyes motioned towards the kitchen where he saw Shindo holding up a soda can in his hand.

"No thanks", Midoriya replied.

"Suit yourself then. You can wait for me in my room. It's down the hall to the right".

Giving the ok to go, Midoriya slowly walked down the hallway and found Shindo's room. The main light was off but the lamp at his desk was the only light source lighting up the room for the moment. The bed was neatly made and the room was cleaned up as well. Midoriya liked that.

He sat down on the chair Shindo had by his desk, not wanting to be intrusive by sitting on his bed. He waited for Shindo, feeling his heart racing and his hands slightly sweaty from the nerves. This was it. He had plenty of time to think about if he really wanted to do this and was pretty okay with it during the week but actually being here felt different. It wasn't a fight or flight moment but just butterflies in his stomach. His mind went on to wonder what Shindo would do to him, if he would suck him off or if Midoriya would have to please him first. Would he enjoy it, or would he regret it? That he did not know.

Shindo walked into the room a few minutes later, spotting Midoriya on the chair. He walked in front of him and greeted him again.

"Hey sorry man, I was just cleaning up something in the kitchen."

"It's fine", Midoriya replied. Seeing Shindo's bangs hang over his forehead being dimly litt by the lamp on his desk gave him a slight shadow to his face, something that seemed oddly hot to him. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had purple colored short sleeves and black sweats with white stripes on the sides.. He felt his cock twitch a bit, hoping that Shindo didn't notice but of course he did.

"Heh, you're that excited for me already? You just got here", Shindo jokingly said, shooting Midoriya a smirk as he looked at his dick print and then at his eyes. Midoriya, feeling slightly embarrassed, attempted to hide it with his yellow sweater. This only made Shindo laugh.

"Hey man, no need to hide it. If you're hard you're hard", he said as he crouched down in front of him, being eye level with his print.

Midoriya's breath hitched at the sight, his face turning bright pink at the realization that Shindo was probably going to be the one to please him first. He slowly let go of his hoodie, leaving his print to be exposed through his pants.

"So, you're ready for this?" Shindo asked him as he placed his hands on Midoriya's thighs.

Midoriya took a deep breath and swallowed thickly and nodded yes. Just as Shindo placed his hands on the sides of his pants to pull them down, Midoriya stopped him.

"Wait", he said quickly, motioning his hands to stop Shindo from pulling his pants down. Taken a little aback, Shindo let go, placing his hands back on Midoriya's thighs.

"What's wrong?" Shindo asked, confused. He was looking at Midoriya's face, searching for worry which is what he found.

"I uh..." Midoriya began. "I've never done this..."

Shindo's eyes met Midoriya's, listening to him express his concern. "Had sex?" he asked.

"N-no I have, just never.... with... y'know..." Midoriya stammered off.

"A guy?", Shindo asked.

"Yeah"... Midoriya said quietly. His head hung low as he messed with the strings of his sweater, saving himself further embarrassment. He was sure that he was ready but cursed at himself internally for stopping him.

"I see.. Well Midoriya, if you don't wanna do this, you don't have to. I won't push you. If you still want to, we'll move at your pace."

Midoriya looked up from his sweater to Shindo's eyes. Shindo gave him a reassuring smile while slowly rubbing his thumb side to side on Midoriya's thigh. He didn't know that Shindo could be this nice and caring. The reassurance was comforting. Maybe he could go through with this. Taking another deep breath, he spoke.

"I'll do it."

Shindo tilted his head slightly to the side. "You sure? I'll only do this if you really want to".

Midoriya smiled a bit. "Yeah I'm sure".

Shindo nodded at him. "Okay then but if you want to stop, you let me know, alright?"

"Okay" Midoriya replied.

Shindo was going to pull down Midoriya's pants again but realized that he had gotten soft again. He also realized that if Midoriya had never had sex with a guy, then there was something else he never had done either.

Shindo slowly stood up, his body a little bent towards Midoriya. Midoriya didn't know what made him suddenly change his stance. Was something wrong?

"I take it you've never kissed a guy either, right?"

"No...", Midoriya said lowly, realizing that he hasn't. Having Shindo this close to his face was making his heart race more and he felt his face still hot from blushing but after seeing how reassuring Shindo was towards him, he was sure this time that he wanted him. He wanted to taste him somehow. This was the moment to finally experience how kissing a guy felt.. His eyes stared at his lips, lips barely brushing each other. He waited for Shindo to make the move.

"Come here then" Shindo said as his hand found his way under Midoriya’s undercut and motioned his lips to the other. The kiss was sweet at first, then slowly started to intensify when Midoriya felt Shindo's tongue pass his lips. Their tongues slid into each other's mouth, Midorya tasting what he assumed was some candy Shindo had in his mouth before this. The taste was so good and he could feel his body tingle and get hot as he got hard again. His hand found their way to Shindo's hair as he tugged him closer than he already was, desperate to feel more. The experience was definitely different for him, yet he liked it. A soft moan escaped his lips as they continued to make out, Shindo's free hand sliding down Midoriya's body to stroke his print slightly. After a few seconds more, Shindo pulled back, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Shindo brushed his thumb against his lips to wipe off the saliva. He looked down and noticed Midoriya’s eyes were half lidded and filled with lust. Midoriya would have kept going, had Shindo not pulled away.

"Shit man... you're a pretty good kisser," Shindo said. Midoriya looked down Shindo's body and saw he was hard as well. He could only wonder what his dick looked like underneath.

"You too", Midoriya said, slightly out of breath.

Shindo resumed his position of being crouched down at Midoriya’s legs with one knee touching the floor, ready to pull his pants down. He looked at Midoriya, his eyes questioning if he was sure, to which Midoriya nodded in return.

Pulling his pants down slowly along with his boxers, his cock sprang out which made Shindo grin again. He continued to pull his pants all the way down until they were off and tossed them to the side, leaving only his socks on. His focus went back to Midoriya’s dick, as he grabbed it in his hand to have a closer look. It was of average size with a nice pink tip. He had some hair in his pubic area, which didn't matter too much to him. He liked what he saw anyways.

"So pretty and pink", he said.

Midoriya had his finger on his lip as he bit down on it a bit. Shindo's hand was warm, making his cock twitch again in his hand.

"Spread your legs a bit for me", Shindo instructed, then noticing how many freckles he had on his thighs, to which he found cute. Midoriya listened to him.

Never taking his eyes off of him, Shindo took his place between his legs and lowered his mouth onto Midoriya's cock, his lips closing around the tip. Midoriya gasped at the feeling, since his mouth felt so warm around him. He kept his hand around his mouth softly as if he was holding in his moans and other sounds.

Shindo continued sucking at a slow and steady pace, wanting Midoriya to feel every moment of this fully. He watched for signs of discomfort as a precaution but also looked for signs of pleasure to which he found. Midoriya's eyes closed from time to time and his lower body bucked up, feeling not only pleasure but the need for Shindo to take him in more.

Shindo got the memo and slid his mouth down his length more. He tongue slid up and down his underside, gripping the base of his dick to keep it steady in his mouth. Excess saliva began to build up in his mouth, the sounds of him sucking filling up the room. He could hear little whimpers from Midoriya’s lips, but not loud enough like he wanted to. He decided to try something different. Popping his dick out of his mouth, he heard a whine from Midoriya as if asking why he stopped.

"I want to try something, if you'll let me. Spread your legs higher and let them lay on the arm rest of the chair".

Shindo immediately could tell that Midoriya got shy and embarrassed, seeing how slow and unsure he was of himself as he moved his legs up.

"Hey, relax... I'm gonna take care of you", Shindo said softly. "Nothing to feel embarrassed about".

Attempting to relax himself, Midoriya let his legs rest on the arm chair as he was told but Shindo took his right leg and let it rest on his shoulder instead. He couldn't deny that he was still embarrassed being exposed like this infront of Shindo but he believed in his words. He waited to see what Shindo would do next.

Having his mouth still filled with excess saliva, he let spit drip down from his mouth and onto his fingertips on his right hand. He then looked up at Midoriya.

"This might feel uncomfortable, let me know if you want me to stop, okay?"

"O-okay", Midoriya replied, stumbling over the word. He had never been fingered before, so this definitely was new. Bracing himself for what was to come, Shindo rimmed his entrance with his fingertips coated in saliva. It felt slimey to Midoriya, but thankfully it wasn't cold since Shindo's mouth was warm. Shindo then began moving his pointer finger inside of him, which made Midoriya's breath hitch again and he immediately tightened up around him.

"Relax, relax", Shindo instructed, his voice still soft to keep Midoriya calm.

He pumped his finger in and out of him to get him used to the feeling which left Midoriya letting out a few "haah's" and tiny whimpers in the process. Shindo slowly stroked Midoriya's cock which had been left unattended for some time, before deciding that he could try to add another finger in.

He slid in another finger, in which Midoriya hissed at the intrusion but moaned when Shindo continued to pump two fingers in and out of him and then scissors his fingers inside to open him up. He began leaving kisses and gentle sucks on his dick tip while he did so. Midoriya clutched his sweater with his left hand on his chest, wondering how he had never thought about experiencing this before. No, the timing wasn't right. The person wasn't right. It was meant to be this way. He was meant to experience this with Shindo.

Shindo spit again on his fingers to add more lube to them before adding a third finger slowly, stretching Midoriya out even more than he already was and made him moan a little louder. He pumped into him a little faster, the squelching sound of saliva and moans filling up the room. Shindo was impressed honestly. He had thought that Midoriya would have told him to stop by now but he didn't. Oh how his cock ached in his boxers, feeling precum build up at the tip but he let himself focus on Midoriya for now. His own pleasure would come later.

"Look at you, you're doing so good. I got three fingers in you already" Shindo praised.

"Haah.. y-yea", Midoriya moaned. He did feel good, not only physically but mentally that he was able to do this and felt good about having someone care for his needs.

"Hey... is there another name I can call you besides Midoriya?", Shindo asked as he teasingly kissed and sucked the underside of Midoriya’s tip slowly while staring into his eyes.

"Ahh... uh.. D-Deku", he replied.

"Deku.... did I ever tell you what kind of quirk I have?"

Midoriya's eyes continued to be in a state of opening and closing and the sensation of being fingered and having his dick sucked. He left his eyes half lidded, trying to think of his quirk but still being lost in pleasure.

"N-no you didn't", he huffed out.

"Well, I can make anything I touch vibrate. But I'll have you know that it's good for other things besides combat. Wanna see?"

Midoriya opened his eyes the best way he could, trying to understand what else his quirk could possibly be used for. He nodded in response.

Suddenly, Shindo's hands began to vibrate, his fingers making his insides tremble as he stopped pumping them and kept them in a downwards position for Midoriya to feel. His hand on his dick also began to vibrate, sending a wave of pleasure throughout Midoriya's body.

"Ahhhhhh", Midoriya cried out, his breathing becoming faster with every passing second as he clutched his sweater tighter and his eyes were forced shut. Shindo kept his mouth on his dick tip but slowly moved his hand up and down Midoriya's length, allowing him to feel the sensation of the vibration everywhere. The way his three fingers vibrated inside of him were making his legs shake. It was hard to keep them open and Shindo took notice.

"Keep those legs open for me Deku", he instructed, nudging his shoulder to the left to keep Midoriya from closing his legs on him.

"S-Shindo... ah"

"Call me Yo. We're personal now", Shindo said, shooting him a smirk.

"Mmm.. ahh.. ah.. Yo", Midoriya panted. He felt himself close to cumming. He was still holding back from making too much noise, which didn't make sense to Shindo because it was just the two of them alone.

"You don't have to keep quiet y'know. I wanna hear more of how good I'm making you feel", Shindo explained.

"I'm.. close", Midoriya replied. Shindo then knew that there could be one thing that would get Midoriya to make the noises that he wanted to.

Having his fingers in a downward position this whole time, he decided to turn them upwards and press against Midoriya's prostate. He also increased the pressure of his fingers and the vibrations coming from his hand.

Midoriya cried out even louder, never feeling a sensation as good as this. He didn't know what changed, what was making him feel so good. His hands left his face and sweater as he clutched the arm rest of the chair hard and tilted his head back. His legs were violently shaking now, his voice no longer being held back by his hand.

"Ahhhh.. Yo! Ahhh!!", he wailed as he arched his back on the chair. His moans were music to Shindo's ears as he finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"That's it baby, let me hear you." He fingered his entrance harder, rubbing against his prostate each time, which had Midoriya seeing stars.

"I'm gonna cum", Midoriya cried out. His face was beet red, his voice shuttering and crying out from time to time. He felt the need to release himself, to no longer hold back.

"Cum for me baby, let me see how much you got for me", Shindo said lowly. His voice was too sexy for Midoriya to handle. Shindo kept his mouth on the underside of his dick tip, waiting for his release.

"Ahhh!!", Midoriya yelled out as thick ropes of cum shot out from his dick. Shindo had moved back slightly to allow himself to see how much cum Midoriya had for him but still slowly milked his cock as his cum came out. His body continued to shake as his orgasm ripped through his body, his vision turning white at the feeling.

Turning off his quirk, Shindo slowly removed his fingers from Midoriya’s hole as he examined how soaked they were in saliva. His other hand was coated in cum, not that he complained. He was pleased with himself that he could make Midoriya feel so good, especially knowing that this was his first time experiencing it. He looked up to check on Midoriya, whose head was still leaning back against the chair.

"Hey, you alright up there?" Shindo asked.

Midoriya couldn't even speak. All he could do was raise his hand into a thumbs up as he continued to try to control his breathing. Shindo laughed.

"Ha, well that's good then. You made a pretty big mess on me here. Glad to see I could make you feel so good".

Shindo stood up, which made Midoriya open his eyes to look up at him.

"Let me clean my hands and then I'll come clean you up", Shindo said as he walked out the room. Midoriya was too exhausted to follow his trail with his eyes but stared at the ceiling while Shindo left. He loved the new experience that he felt, also realizing how funny it was at the same time that Shindo was basically a walking vibrator. He would have never guessed that he could use his quirk for that, let alone use a quirk during sex anyways. It was something he would keep in his head, instead of writing down in his notebook.

Shindo came back with his hands clean and a bottle of water to offer Midoriya. He accepted the bottle, drinking the water quickly as if he hasn't drank water in hours. Shindo had brought wipes from the bathroom and cleaned Midoriya up until Midoriya noticed something.

"You're still hard", he pointed out, looking at the budget in Shindo's pants.

Shindo stood up, folding the wipes in his hands as Midoriya set his legs down. He chuckled to himself.

"Well after all that, how could I not be", he smiled, looking down at Midoriya.

"Do you want me to...?", Midoriya asked, switching his view from Shindo to his bulge.

"Well you could but... I wanted to show you another way I could make you feel good", as he motioned his head towards the bed.

Midoriya looked at the bed and then back at him. After the intense orgasm that he had, he didn't know how else it could possibly feel better than that. He wasn't going to turn it down though.

He nodded his head, wanting to feel that experience again...

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skaryskylar · 4 years

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Castor and Pollux

Pairing: BakuDeku, KatsuDeku

Type: One-Shot

Prompt: Twin Stars Week/Day 0-Ground Zero

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mild smut, Minor ShindoDeku, Minor BakuCamie, Angst, Characters Semi-Die, Manga Spoilers

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He knew him the way a right hand knew the left. They were different, but the same. Connected. Mirror images born under the inverse of one another's stars.

So when Katsuki entered the world, it surprised no one that Izuku was only a stone's throw or two behind him.

He was a crier. Not an angry crier, but a constant one. Tears ran hot and fat down his ruddy cheeks. He would whine in tiny, stuttered gasps till his voice went hoarse. There was little that could appease him. When his mother would pull him to her breast to feed, he would turn away. The television scared him. The lights were too bright. The grass was too green. Mustafu was too polluted. The world too weary. Izuku hated it all.

(Perhaps that was why his father left. Maybe he couldn't handle the pressure of such a disagreeable child. His mother say his father was dead for the first couple years. It was only much later, lying on her death bed, that she would admit that he got up one night and never returned. It was first night he silently slept through.)

So when his mother dragged him to park, clearly at her wits' end with her frayed hair and tired eyes, he expected the worst. She thought the fresh air would do him some good, but as soon as his green eyes blinked open to the sky of violets and pinks of late afternoon, he opened his maw to begin his hourly wail.

"Oh, he's adorable! How many months is he?" This new voice was strong. Confident. The giant lady had a baby on her hip, towering over his own mother like Angel Gabriel over the mortal Mary.

'Be not afraid,' her stance said. 'For you have found favor with God.'

Tossing a winning smile his mother's way, she leaned over to peer down at his face, nuzzling his cheek with her index finger.

He did not fear her, but he didn't appreciate a stranger, god-sent or not, in the space he deemed his own. He opened his mouth once more.

"Five months." His mother replied, rocking him to keep him silent. She craved this. Human contact. To know another mother. To listen and be heard by someone who would finally understand.

"Ah! He's gonna start teething soon huh? This cheeky little guy started growing 'em out 4 months in. It was horrible. Katsuki! Say hi to this nice Auntie!"

She turned so they could see the tiny thing swaddled tight against her back. Even in his sleep, he fought, little fists raised by his nub of a nose, nuzzling into it.

Izuku gave a tentative gargle.

At his command, crimson eyes blinked open. They looked over each other. He took in the light blonde curls growing untamed at the edge of that wide forehead, the silent, steady gaze that considered him for only a moment, then decided he wasn't worth sacrificing sleep for, going blind once more to the weary ways of the world.

Izuku could not connect concepts and thoughts to words, but there was a feeling in his tiny chest, a lightness in his heart that could not go ignored.

Though he could not speak, he knew something must be said.

He laughed.

Wriggling in his mother's grip, he reached out for another pudgy hand to hold and he laughed and laughed and laughed.

Izuku's first word was 'Kachha' Katsuki's first word was 'No'. There was no greater way to sum up the first years of their friendship. Wherever Katsuki was, Izuku was not too far behind. He crawled while the other walked on unsteady feet, stumbled when the other was stable, and lagged behind when the other could run. But he still followed. His devotion was absolute.

He panted, watching licks of pink heels slip through low grass, kicking up dust in his wake.

"Kacchan! Wait! Wait for me!"

But it was as if he were speaking a different language. Kacchan was in a different world, eyes wide and bright with the promise of adventure as he ran and leapt over tree roots, crashing through brambles and bush, slipping through a rumbling brook with ease. He did not falter nor fade, bathed in gold from head to toe as the sun doused him in its favor.

Izuku had no such luck. His limbs were awkward on his body; his head too heavy for his spine to support. Nature did not part to make his path easy. Each step he took, each squelch of his toes in the mud below, was one made with great effort. He had to work twice as hard to cover even an inch of Kacchan's ground.

He pumped his legs till they burned, forced breath into his lungs till they threatened to burst. Sweat dripped down his face. His head swam and the taste of air on his tongue was bitter with pain. Still, he reached for the black t-shirt in front of him, fingers swaying as he pushed.

They would close on empty air, as they had many times before.

He could not touch Kacchan with his hands. There was a barrier between the two of them. The older boy was behind a veil, ascended to a level he had no hope to reach.

Divine, just as his mother. Blessed in a way Izuku was not.

A hand no longer pudgy slapped against the trunk of the great wisteria tree. Kacchan turned on him, pumping a fist in the air as he gave a roar of victory, purple petals dancing around him.

"I win again ZuZu! Try and catch up next time!"

Izuku would nod. He'd enthusiastically agree to race again tomorrow, knowing full well that the next day and the days following that would yield the same result.

On the walk home, he would stare at Kacchan's back, watching how the world bowed before their golden prince, how the ground would clear and birds sang his praises with their little chirps.

How Kacchan would take it all in with an arrogant smirk on his lips and expectation in his eye, ever the conqueror in his little kingdom.

Izuku would walk, and he would stare, and he would stumble, glowing the entire time at the prospect of just being near him.

Kacchan would walk on, pink slips of heel sprinting towards something in the distance. A place Izuku, in all his mortality, could never reach.

He followed anyway.

Kacchan wasn't speaking to him. He wasn't sure what he did wrong. He went along with every request, worshipped at his feet, paid homage with All Might posters and his share of apple slices.

But as soon as Kacchan was able to wring fire from his hands, he burned.

His words were hot, quick and cutting to the core. His quirk was strong and vicious where Izuku's was absent. He could fly, Izuku realized a week after the sparks started. If he grew into it proper, Kacchan could shoot himself into the sky to join the others of his kind.

(The golden ones. Achilles. Perseus. Michael. Gabriel. Hercules. The divine ones. Katsuki would have his name nestled amongst theirs, and when he died, he would become the night's brightest crimson star.)

Kacchan wasn't speaking to him. Izuku was still loyal. He waited for him so they could walk home from classes together. He had to walk behind Kacchan and his new devotees, but he was there nonetheless.

Faithful. Stubborn. He would be the last one standing. He was sure of it.

He didn't speak because Kacchan didn't like it when he did, and he didn't want to be sent away.

"Honestly Deku." A new nickname he'd gotten. A symbol of his quirkless status. "Don't you have friends? Other people you can annoy?"

"W-W-We're f-friends Kacchan, aren't we?"

That would make the boy's face twist into something bitter. He clasped his lips tight into a thing line. Those other faceless kids-the sycophants- would try and speak for him. They'd ridicule Izuku till his eyes swam with tears and he shook with fear. Then the boys would grasp him by his clothes, ripping the already threadbare fabric, and shove him in the dirt while the girls laughed.

All the while, Katsuki would stand behind that veil, watching him cry and squirm with a look of indifference. The distance between them widened. Izuku knew it would get wider still.

He still followed.

He wasn't talking to Kacchan. He couldn't walk with him after school anymore. Instead, he ran down to the beach. His legs were new-steady and stable-sprinting down concrete roads, kicking up dust with the soles of his sneakers. The roads cleared to allow him passage, traffic lights unable to catch him in the red. The air in his mouth was sweet, winds whipping at his face as he ripped through town, down to the sandy hills of the beach.

A familiar tall skinny figure was waiting for him at the shore.

"Hey!" He yelled with a wave. The thrum of One for All was electric in his arm. "I got in! I got in All Mi- uh, Master! I got in! I'm going to UA!!!"

The letter in his hand was proof of it. He approached the giant, grinning from ear to ear when blue eyes turned down to look at him.

"I got in!" He said through his tears. "I'm gonna be a hero!"

"Midoriya, my boy, with determination like that there was never any doubt."

When All Might pulled him into a hug, his skin didn't burn. There was no barrier between him and the Symbol of Peace. They stood on the same ground, the cool tide washing over bare feet, tickling their ankles.

One for All was a comforting presence, constantly running through his body, taking refuge by his soul, assuring him of his place amongst the immortal. There were ghosts in this presence, voices still raspy with sleep, with some still refusing rousing from their slumber to join the cacophony. He couldn't decipher them past the main feminine chimes, but he would learn.

He had all the time in the world after all.

He was golden, on that shore, a light in the wake of the setting sun.

He wasn't talking to Kacchan, but he was watching him. Had been watching him from childhood. There was not a day he remembered without the boy's silhouette burnt into the glow of day.

But there was something different about these glances. They were longer for one; his eyes could roam for hours on end, drinking in every detail, every curve, drunk on them as if they were sweet ambrosia. He started noticing things. Had his shoulders always been that broad? He could fit both his hands on one alone. Kacchan had grown into himself. That large forehead was controlled under wild spikes of blonde hair, the fine hairs rough and unshakable where the tufts had once been soft and curled, easily swept by the wind.

The slope of his neck was an elegant curve, contrary to the breadth of it. The typical vein that betrayed annoyance was absent as he listened to Aizawa's lecture. The tan from the hot sun lingered, summer freckles only just beginning to fade. He tried to spot each one.

(He had to get the notes from Ochako later.)

It was worse when it came to hero training. Kacchan's suit was tight. It clung to each muscle if not leaving them bare. Each ripple, hill and valley emphasized in a black dark as night. Izuku would stare, blaming his distractedness on 'a study of a powerful quirk' when each time he just wanted to see the muscle of a bicep shift before an explosion. How his abs would clench before a powerful burst of explosions for flight. The wild grin on his handsome face as he weaved through the air, taking himself to new heights others didn't dare venture.

He looked until his eyes were sore. He observed and studied even as others called him out on it, teasing him about a 'childhood crush'. He watched till he could recognize Kacchan by the curve of his jaw alone.

Kacchan didn't look back.

Someone was watching him. Izuku could sense it. He was a hero-in-training after all. Detecting something as simple as that was instinctive.

Rising from where he bent over the file cabinet, he cast a surreptitious look around the office. There weren't many interns in Miruko's office. She only started taking on her 'little kits' when she was injured after a fearsome encounter with Nomus, back in his first year. She ran a tight, fast-paced burrow, and only took on the best of the best. It took him two years to build up the resume to snag this opportunity, and that was even after he was noted for his work in the final battle against the PLF. There were few who walked through the same halls as him, as Miruko preferred a small elite team over a sprawling agency. 'The Warren' they called it, nestled in the heart of the city, underground and out of sight.

Hawks came to visit sometimes. He liked to play pranks, sweep in to cause a little chaos and sweep back out again. But this didn't feel like one of the pro-hero's mischievous glances. This was somewhat more...heated. He glanced about, but only saw the other staff scheduled for the day. Yui was typing away at her computer. Ochako was in Miruko's office. Which left...

Yo Shindo. Not an intern but full on side-kick. He was already set to breach the top 100 not even two years after he graduated. He didn't see the man often, but enough that they had a friendly repertoire.

Catching his gaze, the other man dropped his, falling back to his work with a renewed focus.

Strange.

The incident passed, but there were more like it. He would catch Yo's eyes from over the meeting table, feel an ankle rub against his beneath it. In the locker rooms, the man never strayed too far, always offering to 'help' Izuku with his suit.

It came to a head when they were put on patrol together. It was nearing midnight, almost time for Izuku to return to the dorms and for Yo to go back to wherever he was living. They kept up easy conversation in between stopping various petty crimes. The other man was oddly intense whenever Izuku spoke. He would stare, dark eyes unreadable, as Izuku went on his rants. Always silent. Always respectful. As if he cared about what Izuku had to say, craved to hear his rambling voice breaking through the night.

Till one moment, he was pulling Izuku into a dark alley and kissing him. It was slow, chaste. Izuku could push him away at any time if he wanted.

But he was curious. Looping his arms around Yo's neck, he kissed back, letting his lips fall open and accepting a gentle tongue.

He thought kisses were like fireworks. He wanted the excitement. The flame. The quick, confident plunge into the unknown and danger of falling.

This one had no fire. Izuku was not burned, he was held. This was was slow, stable. It tasted nothing like smoke and ash, but of fresh mint. He smelled the rain coming before it hit, relishing the calming scent of the earth, pattering of droplets against rooftops masking the shuddered exhale of breath as his curls fell flat, damp against his skin.

It was not what he expected, nor what he particularly wanted.

But it was fine. Fun, even.

So when it happened again, he didn't resist. They started to make a game of it. They would sneak into abandoned alleys at the end of patrols, pawing at each other till Izuku had to run for curfew. Eventually they upgraded to the closet room, then the locker room, that one time in Miruko's office when she was out to a meeting with Endeavor. They grew more and more daring till Izuku found himself breathless on the floor of the staff room, lips swollen and red, a throbbing ache distracting him from all other thoughts.

"Wanna go on a date?"

He spluttered, because surely he misheard.

Make no mistake. Yo Shindou wasn't golden like he was. He did not wring fire from his hands nor did the masses part at the sound of his approaching feet.

But he was still born with favor. Izuku had to fight to get a blessing bestowed onto him. There was no way-.

"You can say no, if you want to. I just...I haven't felt like this since Tatami and I broke up and you...You seem like you'll be good for me. Stable. I want that."

Stability? Isn't that what everyone wanted? Is that what he wanted?

Would he ever get a chance like this again?

Shoving down the instinctive 'no', Izuku smiled, taking the man's larger hand into his own.

Their dates were by the book. Dinner and a movie. Izuku chose. Yo didn't complain when they sat through the corny romantic comedy; he only ate his popcorn, snickering at the corny jokes.

Picnic under the stars. When they raced barefoot through the prairie, wildflowers crushed beneath their toes, Izuku was the first to smack the trunk of an oak tree. He roared in laughter when Yo caught him by the waist, twisting him around till his back was to the wood, soft lips pressed against every inch of skin he could reach.

They were the same size, he realized dazedly. He didn't have to lean up to kiss him. Their grips were equal in strength. They stood on the same ground, soil bending beneath their feet.

Strange, he thought, shutting his eyes. When had that happened?

"Do you want to come in?" He asked one night, heart thumping in his chest. He chewed on his lower lip as soon as he asked, licking over bite marks given earlier by teeth sharper than his own. The answering kiss told him all he needed to know.

Sex was a fumbling of lips, limbs, tongues and teeth. The sheets were the only thing to muffle their sounds, that and the locked door. He panted, relishing the burn of his lungs and tight coil in his core. It was awkward sure. They tried to figure out who went where, what felt good and what made one another uncomfortable. But they managed eventually, setting an easy pace, locked in a stable embrace.

But with each thrust, all Izuku could think of was crimson eyes staring up at him. The shoulders his hands were clutching should've been wider. There was a fire missing. He was too comfortable.

(He was bored.)

He shoved the traitorous thought to back of his mind, brushing his nose against the tip of the other man's as Yo came with a breathy sigh, hot spurts coating their skin, friction between them slick.

It took him another couple minutes. He had to adjust, flipping the other man around so he didn't have to see his face, bracing an arm against his back as he thrust into the tight, smooth heat.

(He pretended the hair gripped in his hand was a platinum blonde and that breathy sighs were muttered curses.)

He saw stars when he peaked. They exploded behind his eyelids, a stunning burst of red and gold against the dark.

"Fuck, that was good." Yo said, falling to the mattress. Izuku didn't trust himself to reply. He was a gentleman though. He walked the other man back to the gates, seeing him off with the promise of another date. He waved as the older man hopped onto his motorbike, revving down the road till he turned a corner.

Then his skin began to tingle.

Someone was watching him.

He turned from the iron bars of the gate to find red eyes, narrowed in their fury. Slowly, Izuku's hand fell to his side.

"You two could've been quieter." Katsuki said. His face burst into flames as he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. (It didn't. Maybe if Kacchan asked, it would.)

"S-Sorry," he managed to mutter through his embarrassment. Their relationship had improved after their first year. The secret of One for All between them had strengthened their bond. Katsuki's heartfelt apology in their second year had done ever more, but they weren't at a level where he was comfortable with sharing that kind of intimacy. Being floor-mates couldn't have proven to be more awkward. Cursing the thin walls, he made as if to walk away, when Katsuki grabbed him by the arm.

"Spar with me."

"It's 1 am."

An arrogant smirk. Teeth bleach white.

"You scared of getting caught?"

The challenge had him take off in a run to Ground Beta. One for All hummed through him, making his limbs light as feathers as he sprang through the air, too quick for the surveillance cams.

But Kacchan had always been the quickest. His arms stuck out, tiny, controlled explosions crackling from his hands propelling him forward, past Izuku into the looming darkness beyond.

They started as they always did. Quirkless.

Simple hand to hand combat. They were on equal footing here, blocking and dodging each other's attacks with an almost languid ease. It was more for Katsuki's benefit than Izuku's. He needed to work up a sweat to use his quirk properly. He pretended not to realize when they agreed to the terms long ago, scrabbling for any interaction he could get.

Izuku was careful. He knew the body before him. He had studied it for years on end. He knew which twitch of his left forearm meant an uppercut and which meant a feint. He could see his kicks coming from miles away, blocking each attack with palm, elbow and thigh.

He was beautiful like this, but when his quirk sparked up, when his golden head was surrounded with a crown of red, was when he was striking. His arms tensed, skin smooth over taut muscle, swinging in blazing arcs before unleashing a flurry. Izuku blocked as best as he could.

But Kacchan was quick, quick, quick.

It could've taken twenty minutes or an hour. Either way the results would be the same. Katsuki had him on his back, hands hoisted in a tight grip atop his head, with firm thighs on either side of his waist.

The whisper was low, vicious and full of heat.

"Is this how he fucked you?"

"...What?"

Then greedy, jealous lips descended upon his own, and there were fireworks. They bit and claimed, hot, vicious tongue plunging to search every inch of his mouth. His skin burned with each place Katsuki touched, torching his lips till they were numb, hanging open limply as he was taken in a way that was anything but chaste.

He moaned. Katsuki froze. Getting up, the man wiped spit from his mouth, and shook off Izuku's outstretched hand.

He walked away, steps echoing in the night.

They never spoke about it again.

Graduation happened on a sunny day. Principal Nezu handed him his diploma with an affectionate pat on his hand. He gave Aizawa a hug, lifting the man from the ground, before he ran off the stage, the teacher glaring daggers at his back.

It was a wondrous affair. He cried no less than three times. Each and every time there was someone there to hold him.

The first was his mother. It was a bit of a mess because she was crying too. The others gave them a wide berth as they just sobbed into each other's arms, making fountains out of their tears. All Might held onto their shoulders to stop them from causing a scene but ended up crying himself.

The second was with Eri and Kota. They approached him, thick red sneakers on their feet, hoisting up a huge cardboard cut-out of his face. He couldn't help but laughs, sobs interjecting between, bringing them both into an embrace as they wished him success as a pro.

"When you're Number 1, I'll be able to say that I knew you!" Eri said excitedly.

"Don't suck." Kota groused.

Aizawa and Hizashi had to physically remove them from his grip so others could get to him.

The third was the Deku Squad, because the people he entered this journey with were the same he wanted to end it with. Ochako was soft in his arms as he clutched her close. She was tiny. Three heads shorter than him, along with Aoyama and Tsuyu. Even Shoto was only up to his chin. Iida was the closest, reaching his ear, but there was no mistake. Izuku had grown to be the tallest of the bunch. Laughing at the revelation, he gathered all of them close, hoisting them into the air as they shrieked in surprise. Aoyama was the first to laugh, turning himself into a dazzling ball of light in his white graduation gown, drawing the attention of the room, including a certain surly graduate.

Izuku blinked as red eyes met his from across the way. Katsuki said nothing, but offered a solemn nod. Amusement tempered, he offered the same back.

(The week he and Shindo broke up. Katsuki got together with a girl from Shiketsu. No matter how hard he reached, he could never catch up.)

Their final night in the dorms was a huge party. They drank till some were vomiting in the bathroom, friends holding their hair back. Izuku was dragged into quite a few dances, holding each partner a respectable distance away as they moved to the beat.

Katsuki stood in the corner, body still as a statue but eyes constantly flashing from place to palace, watchful and wary despite the drink in his hand. He wasn't sure what possessed him to walk up there. The man watches his approach with careful eyes. Intense, leering, daring him to pose a challenge. Izuku didn't let his gait slow.

"Congratulations Kacchan! I'm excited to see what you do after graduation! Maybe we'll be able to work together in the field?"

The final word lilted into question. He reached out to affectionately grip the man's bicep like a fool. He could feel his fingertips heat up, skin threatening to melt like wax wings ventured too close to the sun.

Katsuki saved him from himself, leaning back before contact could be made. With an arched brow and a smirk, he sent Izuku tumbling back to earth.

"Don't try and compete with me nerd. You'll end up disappointed."

Izuku knew. He had tried and faced disappointment countless times before. He couldn't surpass Katsuki if he couldn't catch him in the first place.

He swallowed his bitter smile, nodded a friendly goodbye, then meandered back to the couch, clutching a bottle of vodka like a lifeline. The party passed by in a blur of color and noise. He smiled at each face that looked to him pityingly, pulling out the brightest of his smiles for those who asked questions.

It's not until Mina dropped over the side of the couch that he finally got a chance to truly grin. She sidled in real close, whispered a brilliant idea in his ear, and watched as his face filled with wonder.

"Deku and Ground Zero of 1A Hero Agency are on the scene!"

He knew Katsuki's back like he knew his own hand. He could recognize the man by the curve of his hip if not the burst of flame in his hands as he rocketed ahead.

(Quick. Quick. Quick.)

"The Twin Stars!"

He could smell the sweet nitroglycerin on the air, practically taste it in his mouth.

(He craved it. He knew where the smell would be sweetest: at the junction where a pierced earlobe met strong jaw...his tongue knew the spot all too well...his teeth had tattooed heir mark onto the skin.)

"The Wonder Duo!"

The villain made her first mistake when she thought she could outmaneuver them. She stopped short, grinning when Katsuki flew past her. The silver tip of her bisento swung through the air before she slammed the hilt into the ground, sending quakes through the Earth. Izuku leapt up, legs hiking up as his hands went down.

("We're rabbits, you and I," Miruko once said. "We must be strong, quick, and full of tricks.")

Quick. Quick. Quick.

He had his paws on her before she could slither through the earth to make her escape. Ignoring her screams, he ripped the weapon from her grip then launched her up into the air, where Katsuki was already waiting with a powerful kick that sent the villain flying up higher. Total knock out. It had to be. But there needed to be an arrest. Black whips burst from his outstretched hand, binding her in the mid-air as Katsuki went in with the handcuffs.

"Another successful capture by Japan's #1 Hero Duo. Is there anything our boys can't do?"

He'd gotten used to the flashing cameras and roar of the crowd by now. They were focused on their task, delivering the villain to the awaiting police unit, before taking the customary photos with fans and giving out autographs. Katsuki's warmth was a constant at his side, persistent.

They stood as equals on the ground. When they walked, their steps were in sync. He wasn't sure quite when it happened-.

No.

No, that was a lie.

He knew when it happened and what brought it on. Camie, that girl from Shiketsu, was the one that talked Katsuki down, that brought him down to earth to learn to walk as the mortals did. She was the one that led him through the pearly gates of therapy and drove him back home again.

(Why was it her? What power did she have that Izuku didn't? She wasn't golden. Not by a long shot.)

He was grateful for it all the same. It was the only thing that allowed their relationship to fully mend, to grow as strong as it did. They had an understanding of one another than no one in the world could ever hope to compete with.

It was with this understanding, that he knew when Katsuki was over the situation and entirely ready to leave. He made up excuses for their early departure when the blond caught his arm, tugging insistently. He went with Katsuki through the air, leaping from roof-top to roof-top under the cover of night. Red eyes were keen, sharp as a bird as it fixated on the streets below.

Till they found an abandoned alleyway and Katsuki forced their descent.

Hands were ripping at his suit before they even hit the ground. There was a mouth on his, mashing his lips till they separated and a hot tongue tried to plunge down his throat.

Gauntlets hitting the ground were a distant thud compared to the roaring in his ears.

This part? This was the change Izuku could mark. He could tell you the date and time they started doing this, what the position the moon was in the sky, the exact temperature of that night. It was the best day of his life, after all.

Katsuki kissed like he fought. With power, demanding control over the situation with hands strategically placed on Izuku's jaw and the curve of his ass. Ravenous, taking already-swelling lips between his teeth, sucking long and hard.

With speed. He moved so fast, Izuku could only hold on for the ride and hope he made it out with all his wits. There was a knee between his thighs that wasn't there a second ago, fingers that had him squirming in the rush of stimulation.

Quick. Quick. Quick. Katsuki was always so quick.

There were lips on the corner of his mouth, his jaw, the budding bone of his clavicle. Katsuki's hand were hot. The warmth seeped through even through his uniform as expert fingers knew which zippers to snatch and buttons to press to ensure Izuku was bare-backed against the rough stone of the wall.

Calloused hands wrapped around his arousal, tugging him at a vicious pace. Unrelenting and unforgiving, Katsuki twisted his fist in a vicious pace before clenching the base.

Then he went on his knees and took Izuku into the thick, wet, heat of his mouth.

He was good at this, much like he was at everything else he tried. He couldn't even bring himself to be jealous, grabbing the man by the jaw as he lost himself to the thrill of the moment, arousal fighting the fear of getting caught till he came with a short, shallow gasp, hands wrapped into soft blonde tufts tightening as Katsuki swallowed.

He wanted to return the favor, but just as he moved to do so-,

"Never fear for I am here!"

They sprung apart. Izuku scrambled to answer his phone, looking away from Katsuki's eyes as he swiped to answer.

"Zuku?"

"What's going on Eri?"

"We need you back at the agency. Remember the Kumamoto incident? Mina found the insurance bill."

He cringed. Hard. He hid it under his desk hoping he could soften the blow when it had to be dealt. Thanking his intern, he ended the call, pushed the phone back into his pocket, and chanced a glance up.

The heat in Katsuki's eyes nearly persuaded him, but then the other man smirked, long and full of promise, before leaning up to whisper in his ear,

"See you at home Hero."

He followed the trail of red blasts till they were small, twin stars in the sky.

There came a day when Katsuki began to slow. His explosions sputtered from his hands. It took longer for him to get a sweat worked up. His reaction time wasn't as quick nor his temper as blazing.

Izuku watched as he always did, as the man set his sights ever-forward towards the unknown.

But Katsuki no longer had to reach out towards the horizon. The darkness of the unknown came to meet him.

Izuku took him by the hand, pressing a kiss to the cold palm, to the still blue veins at the wrist. Then to the lips that no longer seized him in their storm, clammy and motionless no matter how hard he mashed his own against their plump curve.

Katsuki was always running ahead of him. He could never catch up. There was time-a golden age when they were in their prime-that the other man slowed to let Izuku walk at his side.

He could never truly catch up unless Katsuki wanted him to.

It was about time he accepted it. Tears slipping down his cheeks, he let the man he loved go, watched him run into the distance, pinks slips of his heels sprinting to a place he in all his immortality could not reach.

He wept. He cried till his chest felt ready to split open from grief. He wept till his throat was hoarse, long suffering moans ripping through his maw as he cursed death, the divine, god and his angels, the fates. Any being that could be blamed for ripping the earth from under his feet, for thrusting the brightest red star to the night sky without his consent, leaving him down below to watch with the rest of the common-folk, unable to touch for fear of being burned.

He did not fade as Katsuki did. His steps never faltered nor did his muscle denigrate. His hair was ever-green and his gaze bright.

But he could choose to abandon it all. The thrum of One for All had grown to be a comfort. He turned to it one night in his bed, prodding at the lingering remnants who fell before him till they roused from their endless sleep. Then he spoke his request,

"He waits for me."

"The world is in your hands and you would give it all up?"

"For him? Always."

He did not doubt. He hadn't done so in a while. They knew this. So as soon as the final hiss left his lips, he was gone. The last embers of the immortal quirk blew out in the winds of death, and miles away a brighter fire received more tinder.

Izuku struggled to find his place amongst the night sky. He stumbled and inched his way through the constellations. He wanted to run- maybe he could catch up even after all this time-but he was afraid. One slip and he would fall through the darkness, out of the domain of the divine into the pits below.

Suddenly, all he could see was red and gold. A hand gripped his arm tight.

"You could never catch up could you Zuzu?"

He clutched back. The skin beneath his did not burn.

They settled in their place, the brightest amongst all the stars. Fingers clasped together. Divine. Eternal. Effervescent.

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