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Violet was my color, that was something typical everyone said to me, especially with my hair. I found it stupid, but those people were not wrong either, deep violets, ivory, charcoals and deep abyssal blacks suited me very well. My favorite color though? That was a hard one to answer. Right now it was the shade of banana yellow that hung around the neck of my old teacher himself while he napped in the coffee break room around 2 am while other underground heroes, police officers and investigators were loudly enjoying caffeinated drinks around him.
The transfer to a new branch went smoother than expected after I wrote up a transfer requests and had referrals sent. We were closer to the heart of Tokyo and the slums, which meant every night there was something happening. It took me a long time to get used to the quicker movement of things, but I think I’m handling it all well. The new apartment building I moved into cost less and the neighborhood was quiet, but the better part was the new health insurance. No need to worry about not affording my once a week dosage of hormones.
I was not getting used to shared desk space and how many people were around during the hours of eleven pm to four am, I disliked that, but I would get to see Aizawa around more often. Which meant I was always slick, constantly and it was getting irritating and bothersome, especially when we had dinner together some nights and my dirty eyes would look at him too much.
I was sharing my desk around three thirty when an oddly familiar face popped in, I almost didn’t recognize him with the scars and somewhat new hair style. It was Phantom Thief, also known as the most annoying prick from UA, Monoma. I was trying to finish up some paperwork for the night, which was nothing new, when his face showed up.
“I knew it,” he said, sliding into my space to wrap an arm around my shoulders while I was still hunched over my work.
“Monoma,” I said, trying to keep the annoyance from my voice, but that failed.
“Hitoshi, Hitoshi,” he clicked his tongue, “I didn’t know you’d be popping up in my neighborhood, you should of told me sense you were my only favorite class 1-A student after all, unlike those other degenerates.”
I shrugged Monoma off and shook my pen when the ink ran dry, mumbling something about pen ink before I looked around for another. Monoma handed me one from his pocket and I took it bitterly.
“Tell me why I should care?” I asked, focusing on how to report the incident I just finished wrapping up earlier.
“Because I need to buy you a drink and all that,” he said simply with a coy grin, I glared at him.
“It’s almost four in the morning.”
“You have work tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I lied.
“You dont anymore now!”
I stopped what I was doing to turn towards Monoma. He was perched up on my shared desk and I could see the form of one of my desk mates hovering over my way. Letting out a loud sigh I quickly finished and turned in the paperwork. Monoma followed me to my locker as I retrieved my shoes and jacket.
Monoma grabbed me by the arm, “give me your number.”
“I could make you freeze in place for the next two hours in here,” I threatened coldly.
“Funny of you to say that,” and then static buzzed through my head, the fucker. I forgot he could do this.
“Hand over your phone.”
My body moved at will, I waited until he was done and let me go with my phone back in my pocket. I slapped Monoma across the chest, he let out a nasty cackle.
“Just one drink!” he said loudly after me as I left the station, as if I would go out drinking with Monoma.
So I went out drinking with Monoma. He seemed amused by the sound of his own voice, gossiping about how the other students from my class were doing, making fun of Bakugou’s latest PR stunt with Kirishima or the court case against Mineta sexually harassing victims from a rescue mission. Honestly who let him be a hero again?
I was pretty buzzed, I had ordered a strawberry daiquiri at some point, which Monoma had to comment on until he ended up ordering a melon flavored one. I shot him a distasteful look as he drank his own daiquiri with no sweat off his brow.
About half an hour into catching up, or rather Monoma talking at me, a familiar head of green hair appeared. It was Tsu, she looked super pretty and cute with a sweater and a dress that fell around her frame in a cute manor.
“Hey Shinsou,” she greeted, grabbing me for a hug. I was confused and not so sure what to say.
“I heard about the reunion drinks and I was in town for my mother’s birthday so I figured I pop on by,” she said before going up to the bar to order a drink.
Slowly, like all great murders, I looked over at Monoma and his shit eating grin. I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him towards me.
“What did you plan?”
“Nothing too much, just figured you can be a little more social.”
“Reunion?”
“More like a drinking party with our old classmates, I’m more interested in shoving your classmates faces in my success.”
I resisted the powerful urge to headbutt him when a hand came flying and did it for me. Kendo was here already, thank god.
I was not really into socialising right now, so I became fixated in drinking right now. Tsu sat by me and caught up with her coastal work, Froppy was a popular household known name now. The rainy season hero was high on the top ten rank last I checked and she deserved it too. While most people paid attention to the unity of Bakugou, Midoriya and Todoroki, Tsu was busting her ass as a hero that stopped drug and human trafficking overseas while also dealing with natural disaster cases with hurricanes and other cases in the same nature.
Her popularity only went up further when she was invited to do a morning interview show and everyone outside of Japan adored her. It was hard not to, she was a dime in a dozen, both cute, hard working, serious and friendly. I remember she got married a couple years ago, I was invited, but an emergency mission popped up, had to send my present and congradulations through mail.
Speaking of, her nervous and jovial wife finally made it to the bar, Ochako planted a quick kiss and ordered some sort of sugary martini, a cosmos I think. Couldn’t tell, too much alcohol to process. Ochako was also a top hero, she was second well known to Froppy, it was kind of hard not to be when the two were a married hero couple that was out about it. Uravity the urban fighting and combat heavy hero with Froppy the coastal drug busting natural disaster hero. Their fan bases fought for years before their relationship was released publically a month after their marriage. Mainly because on camera when they worked together they would hold hands on accident and be there for support. So of course there was a discourse, some of their fans would argue that Uravity was dating Deku, it all got silenced after their marriage was officially released.
“Oh Hitoshi!” Ochako greeted brightly, flinging herself over to hug me, her perfume smelled nice and complimented her shampoo. When she pulled back she was all smiles and blushes.
“I thought you were halfway across Tokyo working?” she asked, grabbing her pink drink from the bar as Tsu slid an arm around her waist.
I shook my head, “no, I transferred here, there’s more work to do here.”
“Oh well that’s nice!” she hummed and got distracted by something Tsu whispered to her, giggling. I felt like I should look away, but then another green haired person was grabbing me for a hug. Oh yeah, this was Midoriya.
“Hitoshi!” he exclaimed, lifting me up with such effortless care, feeling his muscles around me made my insides clench and long for companionship. He finally put me down with a laugh.
“I’m so glad to see you! It’s been too long, Shouchan said you weren’t doing so well so I was thinking about calling you, but I didn’t and I’m really-”
“Midoriya,” I shushed him, grabbing the still shorted man by the shoulders, “it’s fine, I just wasn't that happy with the work I was doing, so I transferred here is all.”
Midoriya’s face lifted up brightly, “that’s great! I gotta have dinner with you sometime, have you finished unpacking and everything?”
I nodded, “yeah, Aizawa helped me move in, the idea was kinda his idea.”
“Oh? How is Aizawa?” Tsu asked.
“Tired,” said a deep voice as Aizawa shuffled in to the group from nowhere.
There was a chorus of the group greeting him as sensei, but my drunk mind was consistently yearning to touch him. So instead I drank some more, at least that will distract both my mouth and my hands. A few more old students showed up, Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari, not everyone could make it or was too suspicious about Monoma arranging such an impromptu event. At some point Midoriya insisted on sharing a booth with me when Monoma was being too much.
“You seeing anyone?” my drunken mouth asked Midoriya, eyeing him up to try and distract every bad idea in my body. Midoriya blushed deeply and took a drink.
“Kind of? It’s on and off right now,” he said with a sad expression on his face.
“Shouto?”
“Shouto.”
“Ah I figured, he’s aloof.”
Midoriya shook his head, “no, he’s not so much with me anyways, he’s afraid of making similar mistakes his dad did and wants us to have distance to see how it will all work out. Says it’s for the long run, but I don't know, I understand, but it breaks my heart, you know?”
I nodded, my fuzzy mind agreeing, but should probably do that more verbally, “he does have irreversible trauma as an example to what a normal relationship should be, I’d say let him work it out, he’d be crazy not to tie you down.”
The last part of that sentence came out more suggestive than needed. It was getting louder and my cup was growing empty, I felt like the bar was going to close down for the night soon so I grabbed Midoriya’s hand and pressed my nose on the skin behind his ear.
“Wanna get out of here?” I muttered softly, my other leg was twining around his leg under the table, my eyes were looking at Aizawa across the bar. He was talking to Tsu and Ochako, but watching him talk struck a want in me.
I felt Midoriya’s pulse race under his skin and he let out a shaky breath. I looked over at his face, it was red and he was biting his lip harshly. Gently I grazed my teeth over the skin behind his ear and slid away, out of the booth and towards the door.
The ground was damp, I felt dizzy and a tad bit lightheaded, the neon from the bars and clubs painted images against the wet concrete. There were other drunk people walking around in groups, I shuffled to get a cigarette and a light when I was shoved against the wall. I slouched and watched as Midoriya was hovering over me, a deep look in his eye. I grabbed the lapels on his coat I connected his mouth against mine, it was rushed and rough, I grabbed his hair, feeling how coarse and soft it was. A knee was place between my thighs and I grinded against it without question, mouth opening to get a taste. Cherry cola and rum danced on my tongue, I groaned and we pulled apart.
He grabbed my hand and we wandered down the street, grabbing a cab, heading to Midoriya’s apartment, it was further than I expected, but that was ok with me. I used the advantage to run my hands over his pectorals through his clothes and suck hickies into his neck. I ended half on Midoriya’s lap and his hand slipped down my pants and boxers, feeling how wet I was and pressing down on my swollen clit. I bit his neck when he did that and we pulled apart quickly when the cab dropped us off.
The trip to his apartment was short lived, once inside I was peeling off my clothes and Midoriya was pulling me into his room, pushing me into the bed that was bigger than my own. My shirt was open, I watched as Midoriya trailed bites and kisses down my abdomen, a hand grabbing and groping over my crotch roughly before his other hand came up and practically ripped them off my body.
My body felt like a live wire being exposed and played with when I felt Midoriya’s tongue on my clit, playing with it before sucking and pulling a cry from my lips. I was too sensitive and dizzy to handle it, I came in probably under a minute of him lapping at my clit. His tongue drew back, I grabbed his head and pulled him on top of me, kissing into his mouth deeply with my tongue, urging him to grind against me. I felt his hardness through his jeans, I pushed them off and Midoriya’s mouth sucked harsh marks up my neck, hands gripping my hips as he moans and grinds against me.
I closed my eyes and couldn’t stop moaning, I kept repeating the same words, I couldn’t figure them out though, they were scrambled and jumbled. I ground against him and demanded he get inside of me now. Condoms were forgotten when he slid inside of me, it’s not like they were needed when the testosterone made me impotent. He was big though, or maybe it was the alcohol, but the stretch was too much and I was panting against Midoriya’s shoulders, shuddering and gasping when he thrusted in deeper.
It hurt, but I loved the pain, so I met him tit for tat, raising my hips up and groaning loudly when he hit against my cervix, causing me to clench on his harder. The experience was like pure energy, it was rushing through me like a freight train as he plowed into me. I must of came from the stimulation and pain alone, at some point I was rubbing my clit down against Midoriya enough to cum again. That was when he flipped us around and started moving my body down and up on him, it was forceful and all I could do was grip his hair and scream. When he finally came I still felt unsatisfied, something deep in me was not happy still, but I was tired, Midoriya was warm and tugged me into a cuddle. It was a satisfying sleep though.
I hated seeing the doctor, it was even worse than lying to Midoriya. After having the roughest sex I haven’t had in such a long time I realised it hurt to pee and I wanted to smash my head into the wall. I forgot to pee after having sex last night and now I had a UTI. I probably deserved it, when Midoriya woke up confused and panicked about last night I told him he let me crash at him place last night. That being said, I was already up and dressed an hour before he woke up, with a cup of coffee in my hands and an extra secret in my head.
So I walked home after we got breakfast together, fed Fifi, went to take a piss and it hurt a little too much. Went through the checkup with a doctor and now I’m standing in line to pick up a prescription for my goddamn UTI. I was tempted to pass out when a familiar form drifted next to me in line. Yep, it was Aizawa.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, crossing his arms as the line shifted.
“I could say the same to you,” I remarked back at him.
Aizawa let out a chuckle, “I need to pick up a special kind of eyedrops, what about you?”
I paused for a moment, “just some antibacterials, got a bit of a cold.”
“Take better care of yourself, can’t afford to have a hero drop, we have too much paperwork to fill out for that.”
“I would be laughing, but I know you take worse care of yourself than I do.”
The line moved quicker, finally I was up to pick up the medication, I immediately hid it into my pockets and waited for Aizawa to get his prescription eye drops. After getting them he ripped one open and applied a few drops to his eyes.
“Better, lets get dinner,” he said without any more prompting.
We walked down a couple blocks to a sushi bar where we ordered some sake, a thing of sticky rice and a lot of different sushi platters. I stuck to water and took the moment that Aizawa was distracted pouring himself a glass to pop the pills into my mouth and down them. If it wasn’t for the fact that I lied to Midoriya about sleeping with him I would be scolding him about giving me a UTI right now. But he didn’t need that, not with him and his relationship with Shouto being messy right now.
“So last night was a nice surprise,” Aizawa said, grabbing some sushi for himself, “ a lot of your classmates showed up to see you you know.”
I shrugged, messing between the wasabi and the tuna, “ Monoma planned it so he could be smug.”
Aizawa chuckled, “ well it wasn’t bad now was it?”
I shook my head, trying not to think about laying in bed tangled with Midoriya, feeling unsatisfied and hungry for something. My eyes followed Aizawa’s hands and how he picked up his cup with sake in it and I felt the heat inside me incinerate my insides. Unless it was just the wasabi, but a huge part of me knew the truth. I felt stuck again, maybe it would help if I slept with more people… Maybe.
I mean, maybe one thing at a time, my crotch was still hurting from a UTI, but I was already plotting my next move like a villain, who was I going to sink my teeth into next.
“Earth to Shinsou,” Aizawa said, snapping his chopsticks at me.
“I’m here, I’m here.”
I became a weird predator. I started going out clubbing, wore one of those trans pride pins around gay clubs and bars, picked up men constantly. I’d insist on going to their places, told them I liked things rough, maybe that would help quell this hunger inside of me. As the days of hunting for sexual outlets became more and more pointless.
At one point I was walking into the office with a limp, this caused some of the heroes that were very observant to whistle at me. Which was embarrassing, until he “accidentally” spilled coffee on himself, without any sort of interference, he just really liked hot coffee on his crotch. Having sex like a fiend was not working so well, the rough sex was nice, but this fucking feeling of want wouldn’t go away, it got worse when I saw Aizawa.
Today my favorite color was the dull purple of the knit scarf he wore while doing paperwork over at one of the desks among the overcrowding with processing getting too many villains and law breakers getting processed. I was asked to keep watch to make sure no drifters get out or try something funny. That was went I noticed one of the men getting processed was staring too intently at me. Soon I realized he looked familiar and then he winked at me.
Oh fuck.
Yeah that was one of the guys that took me home recently, I think his name was Haru? Maru? He was buff and talked really loud, I was having a hard night picking up people, but he was down. All he wanted though was a blow job, we compromised for anal, but he didn’t even let me cum once, he wanted to restrain my arms, bend me over and leave me high and dry. I might of kicked him in the balls and stole fifty yen from his wallet after he passed out drunk and drooling on himself.
He gave me a small wave from how his hands were handcuffed in his lap, which means he didn’t do anything too bad. Or at least I hoped, just incase it turned out I slept with a serial killer. I made myself casually drift towards him, surveying the area before I was leaned against the wall by where he was cuffed on the bench.
“I didn’t know you were a cop,” he said with a grin, “if I knew that then I would of asked if you had some handcuffs.”
Oh boy, he was annoying.
“Yes because nothing is as sexy as cutting your wrists open on police issued cuffs,” I scoffed, shaking my head. “What are you in for?”
“Used my quirk while drunk, it’s not the first time so the bail won't be that terrible,” he said brushing it off like this was nothing.
“Uh huh…” inside my head I was thinking about looking at his records to see how often he came in here from a drunk incident. Irresponsible drunks with quirks that could be harmful was dangerous, or he could be an alcoholic.
“So, you doing anything after this?” the man asked, tugging on the cuffs with a slimy grin on his face.
“Really?” I said with a blank tone, “please explain why I would want to,” I paused to gesture at him.
He leaned towards me from the bench, looking me up and down with a wolfish grin, “because I’m a good fuck.”
I couldn’t help it, a loud high pitched laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it, a few eyes turned towards me, but I was shaking in my spot. Shoulders and snickering into my hand, I had to turn away form Haru and try to compose myself. How stupid and arrogant can you be to say something like that to a stranger you fucked once without even making them cum?
“Shinsou,” the slightly stern and emotionless voice of Aizawa spoke, he was approaching over to where I was next to Haru. I straightened out to the best of my ability, the residue giggling still stained over my lips.
“Is there an issue over here?” he asked firmly, his gaze piercing over at Haru before returning to me.
“Not at all officer!” Haru spoke loudly, “we were just joking over here, right sweetheart?”
There were some words that rubbed me wrong, even if it wasn’t meant in the way of gendering me in a certain way. Sweetheart was one of those words, it was enough to make my shoulders go stiff.
“He was trying to show me his dick,” I said without thinking, looking over at Haru sharply, keeping in eye contact with him, “it was so small I couldn’t help but laugh at the poor man.”
“Hey! You weren’t saying that the other-”
“Shut it,” I said quickly once Haru responded, my quirk working around in my head as I shut Haru down in a world of static. He shut his mouth and slumped over in his spot, I let out a breath of relief.
Aizawa had a slightly sour look on his face and a brow raised, I waved him off, “ it’s fine, he was trying to ask me out earlier is all.”
Nodding, Aizawa let his shoulders drop and slid his hands into his pockets, “maybe you should try dating some guys your own age this time around.”
“Yeah no, single gay men my age only want to have sex and drink all the time,” I scoffed, jeering my head towards Haru to make my point.
“You can also say the same about you too,” Aizawa pointed out. I feigned being hurt.
“But I’m an exception, besides I’m a good little pro hero,” I let Haru slip out of my control and before I could stop myself I got in AIzawa’s space, running a hand over his shoulder, “when I want something, I get it.”
I was at another dive bar club, a lot of the staff here were used to seeing me show up at this point. Sometimes when it was slow they would talk to me about what I do, I usually said I was an office worker at the police station, a lowkey lie that can also check out. Tonight was semi slow, customer wise, not so much on what I wanted to pick up. I had a good idea on who comes around for pickups and who was somewhat new. Part of me was not sure how I felt about continuing to satisfy something inside me that I was not sure was there anymore. Each night I was sleeping with someone made the hurt worse. It made me worse.
I could feel some sort of drag, I wished this bar allowed smoking, I could go for a cigarette right now to calm the nerves. My clothes were too form fitting, but that was how I attracted people more often. I had my packer in too, which meant my skin tight jeans had something to show off for instead of a weird camel toe.
My drink was getting a little empty and my social quota for leaving with someone was getting short. Luckily I did not have to do much when someone joined right next to me at the bar, I tilted my head towards them and gave a coy smile before backing up twenty feet mentally.
Shit
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“So is this where all the cool pros hang out now?” Aizawa asked, tapping at the glass he had that probably held a white Russian in it from the looks. I swallowed nervously and downed the rest of my vodka soda.
“Only the hip ones,” I threw back at him, earning a low chuckle that made my insides melt a little.
“Oh I can tell,” he muttered, “talked a little with your friend earlier, said he met you here.”
I sighed, fucking Haru, “so you wanted to see what I got into when I’m not working or having dinner with you?”
Aizawa shook his head and drank his drink, going silent, which usually I did not mind, but we were just having a conversation. I tried not to watch him drink, there was so much lust inside of me towards that man. No it wasn’t just lust, if it was this situation would be much easier to handle.
“Thought you liked older men,” Aizawa finally said, casting me a look, for a moment I thought he was baiting me, seeing how I’d react the way he wanted me to.
“I do,” I responded slowly, “but usually in the context of dating, do I look like I’m trying to date an older man right now sensei?”
Aizawa’s gaze flashed over me quickly, “do you want me to answer that?”
I let out a low hum, “if I didn’t, why would I ask?”
A wild look came over Aizawa’s face, he grinned and drank the rest of his white russian, “you brat.”
“I’m curious though,” I started, popping my hip out and tugging at the sleeve on Aizawa’s shirt playfully, “what is your type sensei?”
“Oh come on now,” he said, giving me a pointed look, I just grinned, all cheshire and coy, inviting him to play back with me.
“I don’t have a type, if I did it wouldn’t make sense to my personality.”
“So you’re boring.”
Aizawa choked for a moment before laughing, “you’re such a little shit.”
“Hm, I’m only little,” I said, moving my hand down from his sleeve, tracing my finger tips over his arm, trailing down. There was this energy in me again, just something I could not let go right now.
“You know there are some things I’d love to show you,” I said slowly, tracing a muscle through his shirt at his forearm, “it’s something I think you would appreciate.” I stopped my hand’s movement to place it over his in a cupping motion. Leaning in towards his ear I whispered, “ I think you’d love it.”
At first Aizawa did not say a word or back off, then his hand retreated out from under mine, “Shinsou,” he started.
I shook my head, “I get it, no harm no foul right?”
He tried to say something but I let my quirk slip through and the non verbal part of my quirk worked into him.
“Stay,” I said, firmly before turning on my heel and walking out from the club before I could slow down to think about what transpired. I tried not to think about it when I was home by myself trying to drown out my feelings in cigarettes and ramen.
Sometimes the best way to get over things is to try to repress them, for me that meant staying in more often with Fifi whenever I could, smoking through a carton in less than a week and taking swigs from the vodka in the freezer. I refused to get caught up in it, but it still stung, I did not want to dwell, dwelling meant there was an issue and I had none.
It was too violent, all of it, I didn’t want these feeling anymore, it was like I was in high school all over again. Frustrated and angry at a million things, but calmed and supported in my old teacher and mentor.
One night on my way back home from work I ran into Midoriya on the streets during his morning jog. His hair was a tousled mess, a fresh new undercut and a sweaty smile that could blind a man.
“Hitoshi!” he greeted, bringing his hand out to catch mine and pull me into a hug. “Did you just finish up work?”
“Yeah,” I replied simply, “it’s the weekend so there were a lot of shit going down.”
“Ah, well do you wanna get breakfast? My treat.”
I shrugged, I could go for some food.
We ended up in an old fashioned styled diner that stayed open twenty four hours. There were people with hangovers in booths and at the bar side seating, it really was like walking into a fifties western diner. Even the waitresses wore these cute navy blue uniforms with white piping and buttons to match their white little shoes. I noticed the ashtray at the table and asked if it was for decoration or if smoking was allowed inside. The waitress answered me by offering a lite, this was my new favorite place already.
“Hope you don’t mind,” I told Midoriya, flicking some ash into the tray, “I’ve been more stressed recently, it helps.”
Midoriya shook his head, “I don’t mind at all, underground work must be stressful.”
“Oh it’s not that, if I’m going to be honest,” I took a drink from my coffee and felt better. I’ll be kept up all night with the caffeine and insomnia, but what was new?
The waitress came back quickly with sides of toast, sausages and bacon on a nice plate, a cup of orange juice and straight cranberry juice for me before she toddled off to another table. I watched as the skirt on her dress fluttered when the door open and blew a breeze over the fabric. I looked away, realizing it literally looked like I was staring at her ass.
“Is it something personal?” Midoriya asked, curiosity in his eyes, but the attentiveness to back off present.
“Kind of… It’s something I’m trying to push past,” I sighed, grabbing a slice of toast and spreading some jam on it.
“Um..” Midoriya looked nervous, “is it about the night you came over?”
I shook my head, “no, why would it?”
“Because we… you know, we slept together.”
“I should have guessed that you’re smart enough to see through my lies.”
“Honestly it was the hickeys that gave it away, but I didn’t use a condom, is that ok or?”
Midoriya trailed off, he was obviously concerned and I was not expecting to have a conversation like this. I was hoping if he found out he would of just kept it to himself, but that was wishful thinking in a handbasket.
“Well I take testosterone, which stunts any biological functionings down there. It’s a slim chance that I could get pregnant, but I’m not and if you’re wondering I’m clean, but I did get a UTI.”
“Oh god, I’m sorry-”
“It’s my fault, I didn’t piss after so bacteria just got up there. I’m fine, just had to take some meds and acquired a taste for cranberry juice.”
I wished Midoriya was smart enough to not bring this up if he knew, now I was starting to feel guilty over Shouto. I screwed his father and then his soon to be husband, I just hope I don’t end up having sex with his mother or his siblings. Ugh, don't think about that.
“I hope this doesn’t make it complicated,” I said, “I really didn’t want to complicate you right now with you and Shouto.”
Midoriya shook his head, “it didn’t, trust me, we were drunk and you’re one of my best friends.”
“Hmm, just don't tell Shouto, I don’t think I can survive another beat down from him.”
Midoriya looked confused, his brows furrowed and lip between his teeth, fuck I guess Shouto never told him and now I’m in this situation. Fuck the Todoroki family.
“He never… It’s a little embarrassing so I can see why, we just got in a fight a couple months ago. Ask him about it next time, please.” I chuckled and polished off my toast.
“Ok… But I don’t know about not telling him about what happened, I mean we’re on a weird break and it kinda has been eating at me…” Midoriya said, grabbing his orange juice. “We were both drunk, it didn’t mean anything, but I feel bad about it and I don’t want someone I love to not know…”
Our food order came in and we grew quieter as we ate. We shared between our plates, Midoriya had a stack of strawberry pancakes with fried potatoes as an extra side and another plate of sausages. I had two over easy egg plate with a waffle, spicy potatoes fried up with bacon and sausages and another side order of sausages. We ate all of it, it was a diet for heroes, maybe more if we really wanted to be realistic here, but protein diets and working out was kind of what you sign up for when you get into this kind of work. The waitress was appalled and by the end of our order I challenged Midoriya to who can eat the rest of the side plates quicker. We ordered pie and tea after.
“So if it wasn’t us sleeping together, then what’s been bothering you?” Midoriya asked after our tea and pie came in, we slowed down out eating pace to calm down after having a grotesque frenzy in front of twelve hungover people and the staff.
“You don't want to know,” I said simply, which was true, I never told anyone over how bad my feelings for my ex teacher and mentor ran. Midoriya gave me a pointed look, a look that said he had seen hell and back and wasn’t afraid of whatever I had to say.
“Ok, but I’ve never told anyone this,” I sighed, feeling my chest hurt, I drew my attention to plating with the crust on my slice of pecan pie. “I have feelings for Aizawa.”
There, I said it outloud, but my heartbeat was hammering in my chest and my head. I felt a little bit of adrenaline run through me and I hated it, but felt somewhat relieved. Midoriya wasn’t talking so I looked up and he gave me a look that was urging me to continue.
“I mean,” I started, “it kinda developed when I was still in school while he was mentoring me. I thought I just admired him a lot, but then it just kind of festered and stayed and got worse. Now I work around him every day here, hell he recommended me for the transfer, my chest hurts when I’m around him, it hurts so much and I thought I had gotten over it, but no.”
I grabbed at my tea and took a long drink, embracing the pain of how hot it was, how it stild down my throat. I set down my cup and looked at Midoriya.
“I don’t have any hangups on his age either, or that he was our teacher, I tried hitting on him and I’m pretty sure he rejected me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I basically threw myself at him and he pulled away. I knew what he was going to say so I stopped him and left,” I tapped on my forehead in reference to how I stopped him without saying anything. “I’ve been trying to get over this for years and it wont leave, isn’t that insane? I’m not a teenager anymore and this is just so fucking stupid.”
Midoriya looked like he was thinking for a long time after what I had said, he would do this a lot to figure out the best response.
“Maybe you should actually talk to him,” Midoriya offered, “it sounds more like you’re scared of what he has to say and refusing to talk about it, rejection wise or not isn’t resolving whatever storm that’s inside you.”
I hummed in response, maybe he was right, but the last thing I wanted was to talk to Aizawa. He would probably try to say it was some form of hero praise or that I didn’t know what I want, especially after what happened with Endeavor. A sour taste was in my mouth.
“How are you not freaked out that I just told you I’ve wanted to bone our teacher since high school?”
Midoriya shrugged, “nothing surprises me anymore after witnessing Kaachan getting proposed to by Kirishima and watching him
not
rip his head off.”
I had an undercover mission that I was working on for the past couple days. I had to follow someone who’s quirk was suspected of being able to hack into online accounts, which was a huge concern if it ended up true. All I had to do was confirm his quirk, I can not come in contact or give myself away. This though required me to be put on the guest list to a five day convention for business men, it was meetings all day, working pitches, newer companies getting their name out there, advertising and parties at night in the ballroom at one of the most expensive hotels I’ve seen. I mean maybe not the most expensive, my tastes were still ruined by my previous sugar baby status with a high roller like Endeavor.
The man I was shadowing the quirk for was Karo Saito, he was a CFO for an industrial company that ran most of the construction work in Tokyo as well as a paper company and a branch of offices downtown in another prefecture. I was doing a good job at shadowing him, I got a few bits of information here or there that insisted his quirk was what he had filed the same for the last twenty five years. Electromagnetism, he had to wear special gloves to not mess with any electronics or metal detectors.
I was sent on because other underground heroes would end up missing or injured, a lot of their quirks were well suited for stealth, but with my brainwashing quirk things should go better.
Or at least we hoped.
I was dressed down in a dark gray suit, Armani with the saint laurent handkerchief, custom made silk in dark purples and indigos and Berluti shoes, all from my sugar baby leftovers. The one great thing about being Endeavors sugar baby was he bought me the expensive bells and whistles clothing wise, but only the ones that suited me and made me look flattering. Plus it made me fit in with the other rich suits in their armani and gucci, there were an uncomfortably small amount of women, they moved in tiny packs or stayed clothes to one singular man. My back ground cover was as an investor looking to invest in a company’s stock that was worth my coin. So a good amount of the last few days included me acting interested in pitches and taking business cards.
Tonight was the third night on the job, the evening venue was opened more as a party than the last few nights. There was an open bar, a small area where some of the women were dancing with other gentleman at. I kept my sights on Saito and got a drink from the bar, they were serving martinis, vodka sodas, rum and coke and some other drinks on request, but nothing too interesting. I had a martini without any olives and a dash of grapefruit juice added, I kept myself interested with conversing with one of the suits next to me without much focus as I kept my attention more towards Saito. He was at a booth, talking with a group of other suits and men. I kept it down low, only looking over there when I moved my hand to distract the man I was conversing with gaze, adjusting my cufflinks or responding with my hands, kept it inconspicuous.
Conversation got cut short when another man butted in, trying to get my attention, I was more focused on what I was here to do, but I had to give him somewhat of my attention.
“Hey pretty boy,” the man said with a click of his tongue his hand went on my arm and I tried to keep from stiffening up, “heard you were an investor, I think I have something you might want to put some interest into.”
I knew what kind of type of guy he was, made me a bit uneasy, but these types of jokers loved a good cold shoulder to lap at.
“Oh really?” I responded, brow twitched up and mouth twisting coyly, “ what makes you think that?”
The man chuckled and moved his hand down my arm before slipping his fingers around my hand and I felt something pinch at my palm.
“Because handsome,” he tugged at my hand and I found myself following without resistance, “ I wanna give you a good time.”
I was still in my head, my body was working without any resistance, I couldn’t speak though, it was like being blocked from any physical movement. From the corner of my vision I saw Saito and the group of men he was with move to a backroom and that was the direction the man holding my hand was taking me in. I eased myself down, I had a wire and a camera hidden in my suit, the camera feed was broadcasted to the cloud if the wire got damaged. But this was not good.
The backroom was huge, couches arranged around a table, video conference set up with a projector and walls covered in burgundy curtains and drapery. The man holding my hand sat down and my body moved to sit on top of his lap, which made my blood boil.
“This is the mole?” one of the men asked, he was chewing on a fat cigar and blew a plume in my face, “or did you bring a toy back here?”
I felt the vibration of the man holding me captive laughing, “I’m pretty sure he’s the mole, either way I want to have fun with him.”
I was looking around for an out at this point, but before I could a laptop was brought to Saito and I observed as the projector started showing his screen on the wall. There was heavy discussion, but I caught how when after he touched the technology with his hand he was able to rearrange numbers over a banking system. There were wild sparks moving around the laptop as the screen glitched out and the number rose.
“I don’t care as long as you dispose him,” Saito finally spoke, eyeing me while he worked, “ we don’t need any loose ends dangling around.”
A shudder rolled through my body, now would be the best time to extend my quirk, I was thankful for the lack of movement needed to activate it, but before I could the door to the room opened and slammed shut with a thick click echoing in the room.
“Who the hell are you?”
There was a caterwauling of confusion, I couldn’t see or jeer my head to even catch a glimpse at who came in. Everything moved at once, the laptop was snapped in half like a toothpick, there was a struggle and I was moved by the man holding onto me, keeping me captive with his hand and his other hand took out a blade, pressing it to my neck. There was a visible fight going on, I tested me reach and focused on one of the suits, grasping him and making him freeze in my hold. The person fighting knocked him out and I caught a glimpse at who it was. Aizawa, again, in a suit, goggles on and capture weapon around his hands. I hated how turned on I was to see him flash me a grin.
I worked silently from the hold of my capture, made a mess of the suits fighting Eraserhead himself, a few stumbled towards the door quickly, I made them redirect themselves to run into the wall and conk out. The table was flipped, a gun was pulled, I made the man that took it out drop it. Saito was restrained on the ground after getting knocked out by one of the men I took control of to fight off the other’s. Aizawa spoke into a mic on him before his attention was directed at me.
“Why haven't you gotten out yet?” he asked me, I didn’t respond, the man holding onto me moved us towards the door by the wall.
“Back up man, I’ll kill him I swear to-”
My control slipped into my captor easily, dislodging his hand from mine and using it to grab the knife in his hands and aim it at himself.
“Needed the info,” I said, trying not to think about the last awkward encounter I had with the man at the bar, “also it’s fun playing damsel sometimes, you should try it sometime.”
I slipped a cigarette out from my jacket, lit it and used the rest of my control on the man to have him drop the knife and run into the wall, his nose broke, blood went down his clothes, it was messier than I expected.
“Damn, I wished he conk out,” I sighed as Aizawa took out capture tape and wrapped him up.
“Use quirk dehancers on him, if he holds your hand you’re useless,” I said, Aizawa huffed and slapped the patch on him. A clean up team came in quickly after that, I filled out paperwork in the lobby with a third cigarette between my lips while a police officer was still trying to get details from me.
“Those will give you cancer,” Aizawa said, tapping a bottle of water against my head, I took it without a word and set it down.
“You used to smoke,” I pointed out bluntly, finishing off the fifth section and moving on the second to last paper, “and it’s my choice.”
“Yeah and it yellows out your teeth,” he pointed out, taking out an eye dropper.
“Not really, I use teeth whiteners.”
“The smells gross.”
“These are menthols,” I pointed out flatly, “it’s better than when I was on clove cigarettes.”
“You’re too smart to know that you should keep your health up, if you start getting weaker I’m making you go on patches.”
“Sorry, but I thought you weren't interested in me,” I snapped, finishing off the rest of the paperwork. I stubbed out the cigarette on the lid of the water bottle, staring down Aizawa before getting up with my finished paperwork and turning it in to an investigator. I gave the police officer a quick report before asking if I could get my stuff from the room.
I took the stairs out of spite, I was up on the tenth floor, I jogged up the entire way without breaking a sweat. When I made it to the room I was staying in Aizawa was already there, arms crossed and a stern look on his face.
“Don’t you have paperwork to fill?” I asked, patting myself down for the key card.
“I already did,” he responded, voice cold and strained.
“Then buzz off,” I said, sliding the card in and slipping into my room quickly, trying to shut the door behind me, but Aizawa forced it open, knocking me back against the floor. He shut the door behind him.
“What the fuck!?”
“We need to talk,” he said firmly, as if there was no other discussion left.
“I don’t want to,” I bit back, getting up and looking for my duffel bag, “please get out so I can pack.”
“Look, I don’t know why you’re upset when you cle-”
“Oh you don’t know why I’m upset?” I whipped around from where I was stacking the clothes I had hung up, “why don’t
you
use
your
head
sensei
, clearly you’re the moron in this situation.”
“You’re not letting me f-”
“Oh and while we’re talking about moron’s, do you need to go behind my back and come into
my
investigation without asking? Huh? Do you think I’m that stupid?”
I was too upset to think rationally right now, my hands were tugging at my hair and I needed a smoke.
“I was asked to so nothing bad would happen, not telling you was the department’s orders.”
“Well that’s great.”
I was starting to grind my teeth, which was something I despised doing considering it reminded me of that idiot Bakugou and his temper. A temper I never wanted to get into the state of because it scared me. Because if I lost control with anger and my quirk I could do some worse damage than explosions.
“You never let me finish,” Aizawa started again, “please can you let me say what I want to say?”
I glanced over at him, I waved a hand at him.
“I don’t fucking care.”
“
Hitoshi.
”
“I... I’m
in love
with you ok?”
Oh god that hurt, that came out worse than when I told Midoriya. It took everything in me not to curl in on myself, the repression made it hurt, made it harder to say. I looked at AIzawa, my eyes burned.
“I don’t care what you think or assume about it either, I know how I feel and what I
want
,” I hissed between my teeth, “and it’s not fake.”
I felt myself finally calm down though, after the sting, the hurt, all of it, there was a moment. Just one where I felt settled, I was at ease, this big weight just getting shoved off and it felt good. But I still felt like shit and needed some alcohol and an advil.
I know that Aizawa moved, I wasn’t sure if it was to hit me or leave, I was drawing a blank, but when I finally snapped out of it his hands were framing my face and I felt his chapped lips against me. It was small, gentle and there, but then he moved away and my mind went ahead and short circuited.
So I grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him back down for a better one, with tongue and teeth. I drank him in, hands shaking as I gripped the fabric and something inside me broke. It was too much, I was overwhelmed, I had to let go and sit down on the bed. I ran my hands through my hair, but this time Aizawa stopped me and did it himself, which was appreciated, but now my hands had nothing to do, so I twiddled my fingers.
“I thought you wanted to jump my bones,” Aizawa said softly, his nails running over my scalp still and my body relaxing slowly.
“ I do,” I replied, my voice hoarse and the energy leaving my body, “I think I’m tired or having a hysteria attack or something.”
“I have a remedy for that,” Aizawa said before tugging me onto the bed further and bent down to kiss me again. It was a slow movement of lips and his hair cascaded over my face, it tickled but also felt so nice. I could feel my heart beating out steadily, but it stuttered when I felt how his tongue traced over the roof of my mouth. His hand tugged at the waistband of my slacks, I shifted and unbuttoned them, letting him slide them off.
I felt the rub of his fingers rubbing against my folds through my boxers and I let out a weak moan, rubbing my hips up in response. My legs were shaking, it felt really good, my breath got caught in my throat as Aizawa dipped his head down to leave a bite at my neck, hands rolling off my boxers. I felt myself get excited when he spread my thighs apart and without warning I felt his tongue trace up between my folds. I shuddered violently, letting out a pathetic noise. His stubble scratched at my inner thighs as he lapped at me, but it felt so good and slow, I grabbed at his head and tugged at his hair.
Tugging turned into yanking when I felt his tongue playing with my clit and suck on it. I keened, head getting tossed back with a flinch and a loud moan cascading from my mouth. It was so good, he sucked again and I was at his mercy. Then I felt my legs get lifted over his shoulders and oh no. Oh no.
Half my body was lifted up, Aizawa’s arms were around my torso firmly, my shoulders and head pressed to the mattress, legs still flung over his shoulders and his head down between my thighs. My hands fell down from his head and gripped the sheets, it was like he was suplexing me, but was holding the position solidly. The muscles in his arms around me twitched, he sucked on my clit again and I wanted to scream. This was such a weird power move, but it made me so turned on, I was done for though when his tongue batted at my clit relentlessly, pressing down in a motion that drove me crazy. I was grabbing wildly, the sheets, his arms, the pillows as I screamed and came against his tongue.
But it didn’t stop there, Aizawa kept licking over my clit, hypersensitive and making my flinch in on myself. It was too much, I was drooling over myself, it was gross, but I could careless with how merciless this was. I ended up coming a second time, too sensitive to make a coherent sentence in my own head. It still didn’t stop, I tried to say that I don’t think I could, but then I did, a third time, I wash shaking badly and my mouth was too dry and hoarse. I felt licked clean by the time Aizawa carefully slid me back on the bed. I couldn’t talk, I don't think I could do anything right now, I was still in this weird limbo of an afterglow.
Eventually Aizawa made me drink some water and rubbed my back, letting me lean against him on the bed. It was quiet and part of me was concerned about hotel staff coming up to kick us out. I turned my head to Aizawa, he was looking at a report on his phone.
“Did you know?” I asked, the question came out without my consent.
“Of course,” he replied, still looking at his phone, “you didn’t hide it well after you graduated.”
“Oh, huh, was this a pity shag then?”
That was the million dollar question. I felt the sigh come out from Aizawa’s lips as he clicked his phone off.
“Depends, is this some sort of hero worship fetish?”
I shook my head, “no.”
“Then it’s not.”
That answer was good enough for me.
Aizawa came over more often recently, saying it was to see Fifi, but we always ended up watching movies or talking about what happened on the news hero wise. We went out for dinner and breakfast after our shifts more frequently, I always felt good whenever Aizawa held my hand on the way there or kisses that were exchanged before and after we greeted and sent each other off.
I wanted to take it slow, but sometimes I get too impatient and end up teasing too much, which resulted in getting fingered a lot as punishment. The age gap never bothered me, it kind of didn’t matter so much when I turned twenty nine, the closer I felt to fourty the less nervous I was about people judging me or him. We don't use terms like boyfriend, that was for children, lovers was too much, companions sounded a little too gross too. When the topic got brought up there was never a really good word to compromise on except for partners.
Which was something I felt fit right.