Five words was all it took.
Five really foolish, inconsiderate, poorly thought-out words, and the brightest light in Shouto’s life almost completely flickers out.
“Izuku, is it that serious?”
The worst part is that Shouto didn’t even mean it wholeheartedly- they were words spoken in the exasperation of the moment, every other stressor in his life spilling forth in a place where they were never meant to enter. Between grueling PR meetings early in the morning, to exhausting practices and interviews during the day, to late night performances almost daily, Shouto was running low on energy and even lower on patience. The fatigue and overwork he’d felt was part of Izuku’s concern for him, and more importantly, for the state of their budding relationship.
That budding relationship was now in tatters thank to Shouto and the gigantic foot he just shoved in his mouth. When Izuku sharply inhaled, the pain in his wide green eyes evident, Shouto knew he’d fucked up. He instinctually reaches forward, but it doesn’t matter – hundreds of miles separate them; he can’t fix this so easily.
“Wait, Zu, that’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean then?” Izuku whispers, defeat saturating his words. It’s even worse when he waves his hands in dismissal, the camera blurring the image a little. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. I know you’re tired- you’ve had a long day. Don’t even worry about it.”
His tone is so final that Shouto’s heart begins to beat in triple time, almost painfully.
“No, I should worry about it! I know you put time aside to make sure we can talk, and I know it’s rude of me to not be there when I say I’m going to be. That’s on me. I get it. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
Shaking his head, Izuku rises from the bed, picking up his phone as he walks to the hotel bathroom. “At this point, Shou, I understand that you have way more commitments than me. If you don’t have time for us, I’m not going to force it, and neither should you.”
It’s a proverbial back turn, and Shouto panics, feeling their connection disintegrating.
“I’m not forcing our relationship, Izuku! It’s hard to balance it all, you know that. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you in my life!” An excruciating silence is only punctuated by some water splashing in the background. Finally, Izuku’s face- now reddened, tips of his hair wet- re-enters the frame.
“Shouto, I have to be honest- if you can’t commit to this the way I’m willing to commit, to give me the same energy I give you- I don’t want to be official. I don’t want… this. I thought that I’d be okay, and I know that we can’t always be by each others’ side, given our careers, but I clearly need more than this. It’s… fine.”
White hot tears pool in Shouto’s eyes. “Come on, Zu, please don’t do this- I promise I didn’t mean it, I’m just tired and I’m stupid and I said something stupid. I’m sorry, Izuku…”
A few more moments, and Izuku gives one more heaving sigh. “Okay. I get it. I just need a little break if that’s okay with you.”
Shouto deserves this, he does, and so he acquiesces without a fight. “I understand. I wish I knew what I could say to make you believe I am still serious about this. About us.”
He knows how weak it sounds coming out, no matter how truthful it is, and this reflects in Izuku’s mildly disdainful expression.
“Crazy thing is, even if you figured it out, I’m not sure I’d want to even hear it over a phone. I don’t think I’d feel the same about it. Maybe I’m just tired too.” The double meaning behind tired doesn’t go unnoticed. “I’ll see you later, Shouto.”
Without waiting for a response, Izuku hangs up, and Shouto hangs his head in his hands.
Their relationship was not something that Shouto ever saw coming. It began when a cheeky new artist, Twitter handle @SmallMightMusic, did a cover of one of his songs that went viral. He then proceeded to bombard Shouto with tags until he was forced by both “SmallMight”’s fan base and his own to listen to it, and when he heard it-
Well, it absolutely blew him out of the water. It wasn’t necessarily one of his favorite songs to record regardless, but the way the artist covered it brought life to the entire song gave it a passion that Shouto was far too impressed to be jealous of.
So Shouto- who was known for being a social media recluse up to this point- retweeted the video, with the caption ‘Here, have the rights to the song <3’ both of their names immediately became the trending hashtag for the next week, and he used this information to look more into this ‘Midoriya Izuku’.
Small but growing artist, already on his first small tour across the country. Extremely smart, very handsome, and well built, and a kind and sweet soul according to most who have met him. To have such a major artist as Shouto retweet his work must have been a highlight of his life, and this was confirmed when Midoriya’s response to his retweet was a bunch of incoherent key smashing, followed by high praise and gratitude (and apologies for all the rampant tags).
It was impulsive and silly, but suddenly, Shouto wanted Midoriya’s attention, wanted to continue to fluster this new artist. After some convincing to his agent (not much, Hagakure is a severe romantic), a large bouquet of red and white roses was sent to Midoriya’s next stage performance, backstage.
This turned out to be both a good and a bad thing- bad thing was, of course paparazzi were on the case, so Midoriya receiving the split bouquet was all over the internet. The good thing was that Shouto got to see live as Midoriya gave the brightest, happiest smile upon receiving the roses; both of their faces flushed red with pleasure.
Of course, a flirty but grateful comment was posted along with a picture of the roses, Shouto’s handle tagged for the world to see. Showing some further ingenuity, Midoriya managed to get him a thank you letter- and even slipped in his business card, with his cell phone number on it.
A couple distrustful texts later, Midoriya is facetiming him, both of their screen’s blank.
“So, say something,” Midoriya demands, tone dripping with distrust.
“Something,” Shouto blithely replies, and begins to laugh at Midoriya’s ecstatic screaming over the phone. The screaming only increases when Shouto reveals his face.
“You called! You actually called! I didn’t think you would, I got anxiety nightmares after sending you the card, I thought you’d find it stupid! Please, please call me Izuku- I am so happy to meet you!”
After that, they began texting and calling each other whenever they could, slowly learning more about the other. They were professional questions in the beginning- Izuku wanting to learn about Shouto’s experiences with the music world, how to network properly, etc.
Once they were more comfortable, it moved onto simple, probing questions- favorite colors (Izuku’s is blue, Shouto’s has suddenly become green), favorite foods (katsu don, cold soba), favorite seasons (spring, winter). Shouto isn’t sure when, but then they became a little deeper- happiest moment, most embarrassing moment, desires for the future, regrets.
It’s only a few months into their ‘situationship’ that they’re talking about their deepest secrets, family stories, school days- Shouto is telling Izuku things that he’s never told anyone else. They’ve had songwriting sessions, revealing melodies and things that literally no one else in the world has access to, using the other as their muse. Soon words of affection begin to spill forth, small slips of the tongue, and if the way Shouto’s heart pounds and his cheeks warm when he hears them or says them is any indication, he really, really likes Izuku. If even a little bit of time passes where Shouto hasn’t heard from Izuku, or vice versa, something feels wrong, like part of his heart is missing.
So right now, having gone a month without hearing a single word from Izuku, Shouto feels like he’ll chop off his own hand if it unconsciously checks his empty message notifications one more time-
Groaning, he slumps onto the small couch in the hotel. Despite the studio breathing fire down his neck, he’s been in a creative slump, unable to come up with any lyrics. His tour is finally over, so now it’s back down to regular event attendance, but it still feels overwhelming. It’s his own fault, he accepts that, and he wallows in it.
Everything had been going smoothly until his own world tour dates arrived. Suddenly, any available time he’d had was completely consumed. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another, and soon his communication with Izuku was pretty much down to reading and sending catch up texts. He knows that Izuku isn’t upset that he’s extremely busy- it’s the nature of fame, the work that consumers don’t get to see behind the red curtain arduous and unending.
What he’s upset about is that Shouto will sometimes completely forget to show up to the small moments they do have together, nor will he always communicate that he won’t be available. The core of the issue, what he is actually upset about, is something that neither of them know how to solve so easily- he wants a partner that will be there for him.
Izuku, in his fledgling fame, has an easier time to make space and to commit the time to a relationship. Long distance is hard on both of them, and Izuku is having a harder time coming to terms with the idea of a relationship where he cannot trust that his partner will be there. Shouto was listening to him- he’d heard and understood every single issue he’d laid out that night.
Instead of letting Izuku know that he understood that it was hard to balance it all, instead he’d reacted defensively, and now Izuku has taken the obvious answer- to simply not have a relationship at all. He’s been stalking Izuku’s hashtag, and a slew of concerned fans have laid out discourse on what could possibly be affecting the visibly dispirited young artist. Some of self-named sleuths hit fairly close, mentioning that he might be ‘suffering from a broken heart’, and are wondering if Shouto is involved. Hearing that he’s made Izuku so sad that it’s showing in his performances is breaking his heart- he never meant for any of this to happen. He’s about to turn the phone off and chuck it across the room when he notices one of Izuku’s flyers.
The performance is in town.
He’s in town.
They’re going to be in the same town.
Tonight.
For a few minutes, Shouto’s mind goes blank, then his chest begins to heave with breathless excitement. A sudden spark- words begin to string together in his head, typed quickly onto his phone along with a simple background melody. It’s a simple song, not the full apology that he needs to say- just a plea to be given the chance to explain that he prays Izuku will be willing to listen to. When he’s finished, he clicks Hagakure’s contact.
“Todoroki, thank heavens, we-”
“I need to get to a nearby studio. I need to make a recording of something. Cancel everything I have planned tonight.”
“C-cancel?! You have a dinner tonight with an important-”
“I couldn’t give a damn less what I have tonight. Now, either find me a studio where I can record before-” he checks the flyer, the show opens at 8pm- “6:30pm, or I’ll ghost and do it on my own, and we know how that’s going to make my father feel.” He absolutely abhors invoking even the thought of Todoroki Enji, but Hagakure knows how he must feel if he’s that desperate- and it’s enough to get her right on what he’s commanded.
Lucky for him, the talented beat maker and the brilliant music producer at the small studio are fairly excellent at taking his simple vision and turning it exactly what he imagined in a short period of time. Perhaps it’s because he’s so grateful for their willingness to work with him on such short notice, but along with his payment and a gracious tip, he makes sure to take Jirou Kyouka and Kaminari Denki’s cards and post them on Twitter, along with a glittering recommendation. If he has anything to say about it, they’ll be featured on his next album.
It’s 6 when he’s jumping into Hagakure’s rented car, eyes glittering with anticipation.
“Were you able to secure it?”
She turns, raising her eyebrows. “I sure did. The song has been sent. May I ask just why we’re crashing Midoriya Izuku’s show?”
“Not crashing, opening.”
“Opening a show…for free?”
“For free. Did you pay his people to keep it a secret from him?”
“Yes… Forgive me Todoroki, but I still don’t see how this isn’t crashing his show.”
Despite her questioning, Hagakure sounds extremely titillated about the whole thing. This is the first time Shouto has ever done something so impulsive, far beyond the pale of sending a bouquet, and it feels sort of like an espionage mission. As for Shouto, he tries to squash down the fear that he’ll ‘crash’ Izuku’s show and be rejected- in fact, if he were, that would only be fair. He can only hope that his willingness to be so vulnerable, in what will be their first in person meeting, will appeal to Izuku’s heart.
“Head back to the hotel- I have to put on something decent.”
She squeals. “So, this IS for love! How romantic- I love this so much! I’m so excited for you!” She steps on the gas, leaning into her imagined role as getaway driver and swerving a little recklessly on the highway and across town.
His team has been buzzing with something all evening, and even in his poorly hidden slump Izuku can’t help but notice. He’s used to backstage energy, but this is something wholly different- eyes are flittering back and forth from him to their own little groups, whispering while purposely excluding him.
“Ochaco,” he asks, turning to his agent and best friend. “What’s going on? Why does it seem like everyone’s keeping something from me?”
Ochaco winks, jumping from foot to foot. “We are keeping something from you. It’s a surprise! Trust me, you’re gonna love it! We even made sure you were extra cute tonight- fresh undercut, some extra cat-eye for dramatics- there’s no way this doesn’t go well.”
Izuku sighs, his smile weary. “I don’t know if I’m up for surprises tonight, Ochaco.”
Pouting, Ochaco gently nudges him. “Look, we know you’ve been really low lately. We hate to see you so miserable, and working so hard anyway. Trust me, tonight is going to boost your spirits, otherwise I’ll kick that man in his nu- well, anyway. It’ll be great.”
Before Izuku can question it, Ochaco pinches his cheek and then pushes him out onto the stage. The crowd begins to applaud in anticipation, and Izuku is ready to greet the crowd when suddenly, Ochaco pulls a chair over and sits him in it. Another lady brings out a second chair, placing it a foot away from where Izuku sits.
“I’m so happy for you both,” the lady says, grinning from ear to ear before she scampers off stage.
“Wait, no- what’s going on? Ochaco? Someone? Please?” He hasn’t been this confused on stage since his first show, head darting toward where the two women now offer him geeky little thumbs up. It’s a little too much for his emotional state right now, and he’s standing up when the crowd goes absolutely wild. When he looks toward where the crowd fixates, his heart crashes to a halt, and stunned, he falls back in his seat.
Slowly making his way toward the other chair, toward Izuku, is Shouto. He’s wearing a simple black button up and some jeans that accentuate his lithe figure, his beautiful summer storm eyes solely focused on Izuku like a snake holding a mouse under its spell- and Izuku is more than happy to succumb. He’s more lovely in person than a phone camera could ever capture, and when Shouto gives him a soft, bashful smile, Izuku wants to scream just as loudly as everyone else in the room.
His stupid heart has completely betrayed him! This man, Todoroki Shouto, has been the reason it’s felt like it was torn in half, stomped on, and left out to mold, and yet it has the nerve to beat like it’s never beat before in his presence. His dignity has truly taken multiple seats, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Shouto finally sits in his chair, the same woman from before rushing out with a microphone.
“Good luck,” she says to him, poking him in the arm.
“Thanks for everything, Hagakure,” he replies, and she grins before running off once more. Izuku watches in stupefied wonder as Shouto greets and corrals the crowd as if he were simply meant to be here, explaining that he wanted to drop in on someone ‘special’ to him.
“I wanted to do the honors of opening for your show, Izuku, if you’d be all right with that,” he finishes, looking directly at Izuku. Some fans scream ‘Izuku?’ before howling in exhilaration. The ridiculous look on his face absolutely must be trending, because Izuku can only gawk a little before squeaking out a ‘yes’. His head feels like it’s about to melt right off, it’s so hot. Maybe it’s the heat of the spotlight? It must be, because he cannot be looking like a ripe tomato in front of Shouto like this-
His thoughts go completely silent with the crowd as a simple melody begins to play. Shouto immediately draws their eyes together and begins to sway a little, bringing the microphone to his lips.
Send me your location
Let's focus on communicating
'Cause I just need the time and place to come through
(Place to come through)
Send me your location
Let's ride the vibrations
I don't need nothing else but you
(I don't need nothing else but you)-
It’s quickly apparent that it’s a brand-new song, and Izuku’s eyes fill with tears as he realizes that it’s for him. The words that Shouto couldn’t come up with during the pain of their argument- he’s not only come up with them, but he’s here, in person the way Izuku always wanted, to deliver them in front of what will soon be the world.
At times I wonder why I fool with you
But this is new to me, this is new to you
Initially, I didn't wanna fall for you
Gather my attention it was all for you, so don't
Take advantage, don't leave my heart damaged
To understand that things go a little bit better when you plan it, oh
A small chuckle slips from Shouto when he sings ‘plan it’, and he continues to hold Izuku’s watery gaze, placing a tentative hand on his knee. You were right, Shouto seems to be saying.
So won't you send me your location
Let's focus on communicating
'Cause I just need the time and place to come through
Send me your location
Let's ride the vibrations
I don't need nothing else but you
(I don't need nothing else but you)
A large smile begins to form on Izuku’s face, and he closes his eyes to wipe the tears away. As much as he’s afraid to hope, he wants to believe that this is Shouto’s way of telling him that he’s willing to meet him halfway. That he wants more, the same way Izuku wants more. Why else would he be here?
I don't wanna fall in love off of subtweets, so
Let's get personal
I got a lot of cool spots that we can go
Tell me what's the move and I got you
I'm only acting like this 'cause I like you, oh
Just give me the vibe to slide then
Oh, I might make you mine by the night, and
The tears begin to flow freely once more at the open admission.
(And also, he wants to be Shouto’s. He certainly wants Shouto to make him his. Tonight? Most definitely.)
Izuku is familiar enough with the chorus now to sing, not loud enough for anyone else, but just enough for Shouto to tear up a little when he hears their harmony.
Send me your location
Let's focus on communicating
'Cause I just need the time and place to come through
(Place to come through)
Send me your location
Let's ride the vibrations
I don't need nothing else but you
(I don't need nothing else but you)
He can practically hear the press right now- the subtweets? The fans are probably analyzing every single public social message they have, all the way back to the fated cover. Of course, they’d been correct then, and they would be correct now- Izuku has always been in love with Shouto. They’d never gone public with any sort of connection beyond the flowers, so to see the way Shouto- recluse, quiet, awkward Shouto- is willing to sing his love so openly-
Well, Izuku is far beyond using the word ‘forgiveness’ to describe the emotions he feels right now. Every inch of him feels caressed in love, happiness, and new hope.
Ride, ride, ride
Come and vibe with me tonight
I don't need nothing else but you
(I don't need nothing else but you)
Ride, ride, ride
Come and vibe with me tonight
I don't need nothing else but you
Nothing else but you, oh
Shouto sensually vocalizes at the end of the song, closing his eyes as he soulfully finishes the song.
Oh, I don't need nothing else but you
In the last trinkling notes of the song, he moves the mic away, leaning in closer to Izuku- who has subconsciously moved closer and closer.
“I love you, and I’ll be here,” he whispers, unable to hide the small blush on his cheeks when he says it. The words stop Izuku’s heart once more, before sending it into overdrive. Some eagle-eyed fans must be reading lips, because once one loses their shit, the entire crowd seems to realize what was said. The chant of ‘kiss him’ begins to rise up like torrential waves, and Izuku practically tosses himself across the small space, bringing their lips together. Unfortunately, they only get to kiss for a couple of moments before Shouto regretfully pulls him away.
“You still have a crowd here, you know,” he chastises.
“You didn’t care, and neither do I,” Izuku huffs, still sat on his lap. Shouto shrugs, before moving Izuku off.
“Do your show.”
Still on cloud nine, Izuku gives him a flirty wink that makes the crowd go wild. “Keep your eyes on me.”
“They’ll never look anywhere else.”
Izuku performs the best show he’s ever done that night, his heart full every time he peers into a pair of supportive, adoring blue and grey eyes.
The moment his bows are taken, Izuku shamelessly rushes off the stage. It’s like he’s naturally drawn to his other half, hectically searching until he finds the man talking with Ochaco and Hagakure. Cheesing, he rushes into Shouto’s arms, tackling him onto the floor.
“You wrote me a song!” he squeals, hugging Shouto breathless. Though he performed his songs perfectly, Location has been playing on loop in his head non-stop.
“Be careful, Izuku!” Ochaco chastises, giggling as she pulls uselessly on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Todoroki. He’s like a Great Dane; he doesn’t know how big he is.”
Luckily, Izuku had placed an arm under where Shouto’s head would have collided with hard ground, so he’s less stunned when he manages to wheeze back that he’s okay. People- Izuku included- do tend to forget that despite his height, he’s quite muscular and solid. It’s a relief that he hasn’t just severely concussed his love after finally sealing their relationship, and Izuku grimaces sheepishly.
“Sorry,” he comments, still hugging tightly to Shouto once they’re standing. Shouto only kisses his hair in response, and Izuku grins so widely he’s sure his face will break.
“Todoroki is no slouch himself,” Hagakure comments, shrugging. “I’m sure that rock-hard skull of his could have taken it.” She teasingly sticks out her tongue out when Shouto narrows his eyes at her. As for Shouto’s hardiness, it’s the truth, as Izuku can now happily confirm- Shouto is a couple inches taller than himself, perfect for leaning on, and from how firm his abs and back feel, there was no Photoshop involved in those shirtless magazine covers.
Any other time he’d be ashamed of his thirst, but right now is not the time. Right now, he wants to drag Shouto back to a hotel room and-
“Zu- Zu! Hold on!”
Izuku’s eyes are wild as he twists back to a concerned Shouto, who he’s mindlessly dragged across the way and toward the nearest exit.
“Yeah,” he squeaks. “What’s up?”
“You’ve ignored every single person who’s spoken to you, and you’ve been yanking me towards the door like a madman.”
Izuku blinks at him, confused. “Don’t tell me you want to stay here after everything.”
Shouto quietly laughs and leans in closer, grasping Izuku’s waist.
“Trust me, I want to get out of here too. But we can’t just walk out there into our ‘adoring’ fans with both of us looking the way we are right now.”
“Looking the way we are?” The reply cuts off with a gasp when Shouto nips at his earlobe.
“Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago. You know how I’m feeling. Now, fix your face so that we can get out of here.”
The command sends pleasure rippling down Izuku’s spine and straight to his dick, now as alert as he is. As he calms down, Shouto subtly shields him from onlookers and then calls Hagakure. Not bothering to hide the knowing, snarky look on her face, she promptly calls a private limo driver to come pick them up and deliver them back to Shouto’s hotel room.
“The view from the room is delightful,” she explains to Izuku, winking. “Not that you’ll be looking at it.”
Oh, I’ll be looking at the view, for sure! Izuku shouts in his head, but he only gives her a goofy grin in return.
When the car arrives a couple streets over, Hagakure goes out front to distract the crowd while they toss on some black hoodies. They wait until the crew lets them know that there’s a lull in fans around the backdoor to escape. Warmth flashes through Izuku when Shouto tightly grabs his hand and sprints out of the door, into some nearby trees, and then across traffic to get them into the nearby park where the limo waits. Two large guards wait on either side of the tinted vehicle, the driver inside looking just as businesslike.
“Is this normally how you have to do things?” he asks Shouto, heart pounding with adrenaline as they pull up next to the stage, separating the massive thrall of fans that are still waiting for the couple to walk out.
“Not always, but we would have never gotten out of there so easily after tonight.” The car door opens, and Hagakure slips inside, removing her heels. When Izuku cocks his head in confusion, she shrugs.
“Well, I wasn’t going to run across the way in these shoes. Besides, you two are the ones that are trying to avoid the press. We’re heading to the same hotel, if you both can manage to hold back until we get there.”
The woman is a genius and a lifesaver, and Izuku respects her (and the security guards) enough not to start sucking face in the middle of the drive. In fact, he’s incredibly professional as they pull up to the hotel that is also surrounded by fans. Luckily, there is a private bay that the hotel allows ‘more distinguished’ visitors to use.
The awe quickly wears off, and a subdued Izuku realizes what type of life Shouto really has to live. It was a wonder that Shouto had any time to spend with him, if his entire life was spent flitting from place to place, having to fight for the privacy to even enter a building without being bothered. They finally make their way to the room and when Shouto closes the door behind him, he heaves a large sigh.
“Fucking finally,” he murmurs, locking it and pushing a nearby nightstand in front of it. When he sees Izuku giving him a strange look, he jumps and waves his hands defensively. “It’s not to keep you in! I promise! I bet this looks really weird. It’s just… you never know if someone might try to make their way in… it makes me feel safer, especially with you here…”
The adorable, flustered look on his face softens Izuku’s expression, and he pulls Shouto into another warm embrace.
“You’re laughing at me,” Shouto mutters, feeling the rumbling from Izuku’s laughter in his chest.
“No, I’m laughing because of you.”
A pleased blush warms Shouto’s face. “Well, when you laugh like that, it just- you’re so beautiful, you know that? And- you haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I just forgot what that looked like. It’s nice to see it in person.”
Nice to see it in person. Izuku isn’t sure why, but that phrase suddenly makes him well up, and warm tears begin to drip onto their hoodies.
“What took you so long?” he cries, sniffling as he shoves his face back into Shouto’s chest. “I missed you…”
Shouto’s expression crumbles, and he leads Izuku to the bed to sit.
“I’m so sorry, Zu. For the hurtful thing I said, for the way I was acting, and for taking so long to figure out what I needed to say to make it better.” The resulting nod gives him courage to keep going. “I was terrified that you might reject me, you know. In front of all those people, if you’d told me no, I don’t know what I would have done. I didn’t think that far into it. But I desperately wanted you to know that- that I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me… God, I want it to include me though, and I wanted you to know that more than anything.”
It’s strange how the words, blocked from him for so long, are now flowing like water now that he has Izuku in his arms. Whimpering, Izuku somehow manages to wrap even tighter around him, and Shouto laughs.
“I guess I just needed you there,” he muses in response to his own loose tongue. “because it’s been really difficult to get anything done otherwise.”
“I felt the same way,” Izuku whispers. “Every performance it felt like I was forcing myself, just trying to ignore this… suffocating pit in my chest so that I could sing. I wanted to text you, to call you and tell you that I still loved you, that I still wanted to give us a try, but I couldn’t. All I could think was that you’d taken the time we spent apart and realized that it was easier; that it wouldn’t be you unable to answer, but not wanting to answer. Every time I thought about you not being around, I kept thinking I might cry- and that was all the time.”
After a couple more moments, Izuku pulls away, taking Shouto’s face in his hands.
“I know that tonight is a special occasion. You can’t always sweep in and save my heart. I accept that. But…promise me. Promise me you’ll stay. Tonight, and with me.”
It feels selfish, but if he wakes up the next morning and doesn’t see Shouto by his side-
“I promise.”
Shouto looks so earnest, and Izuku is so elated that he brings their lips together in a fervent kiss. Every ounce of the fire he’d felt earlier that night rushes back, and he slowly repositions them so that he leans over Shouto, tangling their tongues together lasciviously. He rocks his hips, relishing in the soft hiss that it results in.
“Zu, are you sure?” the whisper is laden with suggestion, but also firm- Shouto isn’t willing to go any further if Izuku isn’t.
“Surer than anything I’ve ever done,” Izuku gasps, tossing off all his top layers. “I’ve waited so long for this, please, I needed you inside me like, months ago.”
He’d known Izuku was built, but looking at the raw, rippling muscle in front of him leaves Shouto completely floored. There are scars here and there, some he knew of, and others from stories yet to be told. His hands waver in front of a pink nipple when Izuku brings his hand forward to touch. Trapped under a blazing emerald gaze, he blesses the meal he’s about to have, then slowly moves forward and laves his tongue over it, drinking in Izuku’s moan.
Strong hands stretch through Shouto’s hair and tighten as he grows more confident, sucking and biting the sensitive nipple until it’s bright red. He makes his way across Izuku’s chest, leaving harsh bites that will certainly bruise the next morning. His hands grip at pliant back muscle, feeling it shift under his ministrations. He’s made it up the side of Izuku’s jaw when Izuku finally pulls away.
“I want to see you too,” he breathes, tugging at the matching hoodie. Shouto leans back, allowing him to yank off his clothes and explore for himself. When he makes it to Shouto’s nipples, Shouto jerks forth with a small giggle. They both freeze, Shouto in mortification, and Izuku in elation.
“No way.”
“Ignore that.”
“You’re ticklish!”
“Stop it.”
“No, it’s adorable! Really!”
When Shouto tries to back away across the bed, Izuku pounces on top of him, pinning his arms above his head. The potent combination of outrage and offense on Shouto’s face is so hilarious- like a wet cat- that Izuku can’t help it- he begins to laugh outright, full belly guffaws that shake his whole body.
“You keep laughing at me! Izuku!” As ‘upset’ as he is, Shouto can’t help but laugh quietly when Izuku collapses on top of him, still shaking with laughter. With a playful growl, he flips Izuku over onto his back, determined to take back the moment. As he kisses down Izuku’s chest, he unbuttons and removes the blue jeans, followed by his own. Izuku’s cheeks are red, tinted from laughter and lust.
“I’m just so happy to learn something new about you,” he explains, shivering as Shouto blows cool air over the wet spot in his boxers. “This is just such a dream come true. I can’t believe this is happening to me-” His voice hitches as Shouto pulls down the boxers, simultaneously running his tongue from the base of his dick to the tip.
“Please, continue,” Shouto teases, swirling his tongue around the tip before sinking down. Izuku’s breathy gasps quickly become sensual moans, his hands tightly gripping the mattress. He wants to thrust up into the warm mouth, wants to feel how Shouto’s throat would gag around his length, but Shouto keeps his forearms firmly planted on Izuku’s thighs.
“I don’t hear anything,” he pulls off to comment, watching as Izuku twitches at the thin line of spit connecting his bottom lip and the head. “What was so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing is funny, now please-”
“But I thought I was so hilarious.”
“Shouto, I swear, if you don’t-”
Before he can finish his threat, Shouto has wiped his mouth and moved away, causing a distressed Izuku to wail. He reaches into the second nightstand, closest to the bed, and pulls out lube and a couple condoms. Both men are at full mast, and Izuku is pleased to note that Shouto is a sight to behold.
“Let me taste it,” he blurts, eyes flashing back up at Shouto. It’s clear that Shouto has a snarky response in mind, but at the determination in Izuku’s eyes, he swallows it down and makes his way back onto the bed. When Izuku tries to lean back up, he uses the tips of his fingers to force him back down onto the mattress, instead prowling upward until the massive member lay at Izuku’s lips. Without a word, Izuku opens his mouth and allows Shouto to fuck into it. He moves slowly at first, but when Izuku brings his hands around his thighs, caressing him before squeezing tight, his pace stutters, then increases. Izuku drinks in his taste, as well as the small gasps and whines that are coming from Shouto’s mouth. He feels Shouto shudder when he pulls away, both of their lips now cherry red.
“I’m- I’m not going to be able to do anything else if we keep doing that,” Shouto mutters, moving back down to the other end of the bed and awkwardly putting on the condom. He takes the lube in his hand and squeezes some out, warming it between his fingers before reaching for Izuku’s entrance. With a confirmatory look, he pushes in, rocking back and forth in a constant rhythm, occasionally scissoring. After a couple minutes of watching Izuku writhe under his touch, he adds a third finger, finding just the right spot when Izuku begins to stiffen, his legs curling upward.
“Shou- shit, Shou I’m gonna come, please, wait-”
The plea is a little too late, and Shouto watches satisfied as Izuku comes apart in his hands, climaxing a mess all over his chest and the comforter. Before he can even soften, Shouto is on the bed, lifting a stunned Izuku onto his dick. Izuku chokes with pleasure as he takes in the length, gasping when he fully bottoms out.
“Did you just lift me up? Me?” he wheezes. The show of strength is incredibly hot, especially when Shouto runs the pads of his fingers down his messy chest, waist, and back up to rest under his forearms.
“Show me just how much you missed me,” Shouto whispers instead, the husky tone reminiscent of when he commanded Izuku to ‘fix his face’. Izuku moves one hand to grip the top of the headboard, and another to guide Shouto’s hand to his waist.
“Hold on,” he tells Shouto, before raising his hips and slapping back down. It’s clear that Shouto hadn’t known just how serious Izuku was about to show him what he’d asked for by the wide look in his eyes as the power shifts between them. Izuku starts slow, then begins aggressively riding him into the bed, the erotic slaps and shaking headboard echoing loudly between them with every roll of his hips.
“Fuck, ah, Zu- damn, oh my god, this much? I love it-” By this point, Shouto’s hands have fallen off of Izuku’s waist, now scrabbling behind him for purchase as he braces his feet to meet Izuku at every powerful thrust. Izuku pauses, letting go of the headboard to lean over and take Shouto’s neck in his hand, taking his tongue in a sloppy kiss while moaning deeply into his mouth. Both of them are breathing heavily once they separate, the space heated between them when Izuku licks his way up Shouto’s jaw and to his ear.
“You once asked me if it was that serious,” he whispers heatedly, slowly wrapping his hands around Shouto’s and forcing them away from the bed and back onto his waist. “Watch me show you how serious I am.”
They lock eyes as Izuku plants his arms on both sides and resumes riding, refusing to give Shouto any opportunity to look elsewhere- it’s either looking him directly in his eyes, or it’s looking at the way he enters Izuku’s body- and both are a sight so sexy to see that it’s pushing Shouto closer and closer to the edge. He begins to vocalize his pleasure loudly in response, which only drives Izuku closer to his own orgasm. Izuku closes his eyes and leans his head into Shouto’s neck, tears rolling down his face.
“Yes, yes this is what I always wanted!” he babbles. “To be here with you- fuck, ah- to open up to you like this… So much, so, so much- fuck yes- tell me you love me, please tell me again, I’m so close-”
“Oh- I love you- I love you so much, Zu-”
Shouto is the first to come- a sound that Izuku will never forget and plans on storing forever in his memory when he’s alone- and Izuku follows right after, both of their cries intermingling and dying down just as beautifully as any duet they could have managed.
One steamy shower later, Izuku lays cuddled up with Shouto, their relaxed limbs intertwined as they lazily talk about nothing in particular.
“I wish this could be forever,” Izuku murmurs into his collarbone, running his thumb over an errant bitemark.
“The sex, or the cuddling?” Shouto replies, giving him an amused glance.
“Both, naturally. But what I meant was this night. I wish we didn’t have to get up tomorrow and deal with whatever is coming up.”
With a small shrug, Shouto reaches over onto the nightstand and turns his phone on, showing Izuku the notifications. Izuku can’t help his horrified grimace when he sees all of the unread notifications buzzing across the screen.
“Trust me- neither do I. I just know that twenty of those thirty missed calls are dear old dad, and I’m not looking forward to hearing about how irresponsible and thoughtless I am right now.”
Izuku pouts, pressing his lips into yet another discovered bite. “You’re not irresponsible and thoughtless.”
Chuckling, Shouto kisses his forehead. “I’m glad to hear you say that, now.” His meaning is obvious, and Izuku cuddles closer.
“Water under the bridge. Next time, I’m going to crash your show. Not because I did anything wrong, but just because. Hagakure will help me. So be on your toes.”
“I… can believe that.” Shouto’s response are interrupted by his wide yawn, and he smiles sleepily as Izuku flicks his fingers over his eyes.
“You’re exhausted. Go to sleep, Shou. We’ll face the morning together, yes?”
Shouto nods, eyes fluttering closed. “Mkay. Night.”
They’d fallen asleep over the phone many a time, and Izuku had always dreamt about the day that they could actually fall asleep together in person. It’s truly better than he could ever have imagined.