Tododeku
Been so long
Hopefully I can actually finish this one
SMUT⚠️
NSFW
Quirkless!Deku au
Aged up kiddos

Shouto vividly remembers the night he met Izuku Midoriya. He knows it was about a year-and-a-half ago. It was the week after his twenty-third birthday, and the day has just been ass. His father was hounding him, he lost control of his fire, he destroyed a building and froze a civilian. Just a terrible fucking day.

So, because of his no-good day, he finally accepted the invitation to the bar with his old classmates.

He's always been a sort of recluse. A loner. He didn't particularly like being around other people, but he really needed several drinks that night.

Sometime after midnight that night, he met an angel.

Fluffy, green curls, viridian eyes and rosy cheeks splashed with freckles. Tanned skin, lean muscle, and just tall enough to reach Shouto's chin. His smile lit up the already-neon bar, his laughter sweet and contagious. Shouto felt his heart leap and stomach twist with butterflies as he admired the stranger from across the bar, chatting with Ochako Uraraka. He wondered briefly if they were friends from elsewhere.

The shorter sat next to Shouto later in the night and flashed him a kind smile in greeting. "You're Pro-Hero Shouto, right?"

Shouto gulped down his whiskey quickly, pursing his lips. "That would be me."

Green curls bounced gently as the other tilted his head, smile never faltering. However, his expression did soften. "My name is Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you. I am a pretty big fan of yours."

Ugh, Shouto hated fans. Sure, it was nice to know the public loved him, but when they approached, his social battery flat-lined.

"Are you okay?"

The quiet question caught him off guard. Shouto slanted his head as he turned a narrow-eyed stare at Izuku. "What?"

This new smile was pensive as Izuku swirled the beer in his glass. "I saw the news today, so I was just wondering if you were okay... You don't have to answer of course, you can tell me to go away."

Shouto blinked slowly at him, then looked back to his empty glass. "Mm... not so okay, I suppose," he muttered, placing his glass back onto the napkin. "I don't like using my fire side. Hate it." Oh, shit. The alcohol is opening his fucking mouth. "Reminds me of my father. Reminds me of the torment and abuse and his 'training' growing up." He couldn't see, but the smile fell from Izuku's face, his expression morphing into sorrowful concern. "But my ice was useless today... fucking useless and I panicked. I hurt people, I damaged the city- I was still fucking useless." He waved to the bartender and watched as his glass was finally refilled.

Izuku reached a sympathetic hand out, but paused before touching him. Shouto was grateful for that. "I'm so sorry... that sounds terrible... I don't think I could use a quirk either if it reminded me of something so terrible..."

Shouto glanced back to the shorter, raising a curious brow. "What is your quirk?"

A sheepish grin curled his lips, hand coming back to rub at his neck. "I, uh... don't have one... I'm quirkless..."

Blinking again, Shouto was a little surprised. Quirkless is pretty rare these days.

"Oh, okay." Shouto nodded, taking a small sip of his whiskey. "What do you do for work?"

"Well, I wanted to be a hero," the greenette mused, accepting a refill of his drink. "That clearly wouldn't have worked out for me... so I became a quirk and physical therapist. I specialize with heros and law enforcement."

Shouto's lip twitched. Sounded like he might want to book an appointment with Izuku. "That's interesting. I imagine you keep pretty busy."

A blush darkened Izuku's already rosy cheeks. "Sort of. My practice is only just beginning to take off, really. But, yes. These last few weeks have been fairly busy." He took a quick drink and rested his chin back on his hand.

"Is that how you know Uraraka?" Shouto leaned back, head tilting. He remembers a few weeks ago she had a pretty bad injury to her left wrist. She did say something about a specialist.

Grinning brightly, Izuku nodded quickly. "Yes, actually! She had an appointment yesterday and invited me here to chat up some other heros to gain some more clientele."

"Well, if I ever need your skillset, I'll call you right away."

Izuku beamed brightly, making Shouto's heart flutter happily. Izuku pulled on his jacket, peering in the pocket as he grabbed a card and held it for Shouto. "Here's my information! My business number and email, and I do accept walk-ins if you're having sudden stiffness!"

The dual-quirkuser smiled and pocketed the card.

They chatted a while longer, drinking absently. The ease of conversation with this stranger seemed too good to be true. When Shouto got a notification from his father, he scowled. He sobered up quickly and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Izuku gulped down the last of his drink, tilting his head. "What is it..?"

"It's three in the morning," he answered instead, voice falling low. He glanced around the bar to see it had gotten fairly quiet and there were half the people there was two hours ago.

"Oh, we should go," Izuku groaned, pushing himself to his feet. He swayed and Shouto was quick to reach out, grabbing the shorter to stabilize him. The greenette laughed breathless, tilting back. Poor thing is drunk.

Shouto stood, guiding Izuku to the exit of the bar with his hands on a slim waist. "Let's get you a taxi, Midoriya."

"That's a good idea," he sang, swaying and stumbling, leaning back into Shouto.

Chuckling, Shouto kept his hold on the greenette, walking slowly along the sidewalk. He waved a taxi down, helping Izuku in. The drive was quiet, Izuku slumped against Shouto's side. The warmth was strange, especially on his left side. Shouto never really had situations like this, even with his old classmates.

Izuku seemed to be a touchy drunk. He muttered a lot, too. His fingers roamed along Shouto's arm and even traced the scar on his face. His voice was quiet, Shouto only able to pick up a few words.

"Your scar..."

The history on his scar wasn't public knowledge. He's had it for longer than he's been known. So, he does get a lot of questions about it. Never once answered before now, though.

"My mother was frightened by my face... I looked too much like my father." Concern and sympathy creased Izuku's brows as he sat up straighter. "She spilled boiling water on my face, then panicked and used her ice to try and cool the burn, but only made it worse..."

Tears were suddenly in Izuku's eyes, startling the hero. Fuck, he's made him sad-

Izuku touched the scar again, gentle and kind. "I always thought it would've been from a villian attack as a child... I never would have imagined it came from your own parents..."

Shouto shrugged, carefully taking Izuku's hand and pulling it from his face. The greenette threaded their fingers together, giving his hand a squeeze. "I've always had to live with it, so... I don't really think much of it. It doesn't bother me." That's a lie. It does bother him. He's always thought it was hideous and would drive people away from him.

Still, Izuku hummed softly, gaze tracing the lines of the scar. He reached back with his free hand, brushing back Shouto's hair. Shouto inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut at the strange sensation. It was an indescribable sort of feeling, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. Izuku's thumb traced along his scar, eyes hazy with alcohol and entirely enamored with the marred skin.

"How are you still so beautiful..?"

"What..?"

Izuku bit his lip, cheeks filling with more pink as their eyes met again. "I've always thought you were just so stunning... Sometimes I just can't take my eyes off of you..."

Shouto swallowed hard, feeling his own blush warm his cheeks. Him, being called beautiful? Stunning? And he couldn't make himself believe it was a joke with the shimmering earnesty in Izuku's brilliant eyes.

The taxi finally came to a halt, yanking Shouto from whatever trance he had sunk into. He pulled Izuku's hands away from his face and opened the door. "Come on... let's make sure you get inside, Midoriya."

Izuku had to be assisted out of the car and Shouto paid the driver. He guided Izuku into the building, turning his gaze away as Izuku input the code to enter. The greenette hummed and swayed, leading Shouto towards his apartment, murmuring beneath his breath.

"This is me," Izuku sighed as he unlocked his door and pushed it open.

Shouto hummed and nodded, letting the greenette go to stumble inside. Izuku paused, frowning as he turned to look back at the pro hero. "What is it?"

"It's really late. You should stay here."

Now that, Shouto certainly wasn't comfortable with. He's never stayed at someone else's home, let alone a stranger's. He'll need clean clothes in the morning. His toothbrush and toothpaste aren't here. He definitely needs to shower, he likely doesn't smell too pleasant. Still, as Izuku grabbed his hand and tugged, Shouto allowed himself to be pulled inside.

Something about the shorter was just too alluring to reject. The door clicked shut behind him, warm hands coming up to cup his face. He was guided down, Izuku standing on his toes to press his lips firmly against Shouto's.

Now this is strange. Definitely. He should stop it. Kissing is usually weird. Maybe the alcohol in his system is making the intimate touch easier than normal.

Izuku hummed happily as Shouto finally reciprocated, a hot and a cold hand falling to either side of his waist.

Shouto liked the feel of Izuku. Izuku was different. He's never been held with such reverence, never been kissed so sweetly. He liked Izuku's warm, gentle hands, caressing his face and sliding to the nape of his neck. He liked the way their bodies pressed together, seeking warmth. Izuku tugged at his shirt and Shouto's breath hitched.

Grinning and biting his lip, Izuku began to step backwards, leading Shouto further into his apartment. "Is this okay..?"

It was nice to be asked, even though he's pretty sure the shorter is more drunk than he is. Shouto did still have to take a moment, though he followed Izuku towards the bedroom.

"Yes," he answered in a whisper, lips on his once more.

Izuku fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, not wanting to break the kiss, giggling as they stumbled to the bed. Izuku released Shouto to fall back, face flushed red, veridian eyes dark in lust and clothes tousled.

Shouto took a second to admire the other man, confused for just a moment for how this beautiful man could end up like this because of him. Usually people don't like kissing him too long. No one has ever looked at him in that way. Some have even preferred to face away from him. Yet here Izuku lay, lips already familiar, legs spread and welcoming with a hand reaching for the taller. Shouto took the hand, kissing his knuckles as he crawled on top of the other.

Legs hooked over his hips, drawing their pelvis' flush together. Izuku tangled his fingers into Shouto's hair, pulling him into another feverish kiss.

Shouto could allow himself to get lost in this. This was nice, Izuku so keen on touching and kissing and holding him. All things Shouto isn't accustomed to.

He gasped as Izuku flipped them over, sitting up to straddle his waist. Izuku bit his lip, looking down to Shouto. The taller blinked up at him in surprise. Izuku tugged Shouto's shirt out of his pants with a hum, popping open each button with amazing ease. Shouto swallowed hard, quivering under Izuku's fingers brushing across his skin. Once his shirt was open, Izuku sighed, running his hands up from Shouto's abdomen, up his chest and over his shoulders, leaning back down to press open kisses to his now-bare chest.

"So amazing," Izuku sighed, lips trailing up across Shouto's throat. "So beautiful..." He placed a kiss to Shouto's chin before placing another his lips.

Shouto might not survive the night if Izuku keeps this up. His gut stirred with unfamiliar feelings, heart racing at Izuku's simple touches and praises. This just might be the death of him.

Shouto hissed as Izuku pressed his hips down onto his erection, gripping Izuku's waist tighter.

Izuku bit his lip, pulling off his own shirt over his head. Shouto could only admire the taut, lean muscle Izuku had hidden beneath baggy clothes, trailing his fingers up faint ab lines. Izuku seemed to pause at this, watching Shouto touch and admire him in a similar manner as he had done.

"Fuck..." Shouto swallowed hard, wanting to kiss each of the pretty freckles dancing across Izuku's skin. "Midoriya..."

"You can call me 'Izuku'..."

Their eyes met once more, Shouto's hand pressed against Izuku's chest. "Izuku," Shouto tried, liking the way the name sounded. Izuku did too as he smiled shyly, gaze flicking away. "Izuku," he murmured again, voice rough and low, causing the man on top of him to shudder.

Izuku lifted his hips, shimmying out of his jeans and boxers. Shouto's breath caught once more as he took in Izuku's entirely naked form on top of him, straddling his hips. Shouto does not remember his mouth ever watering at the sight of his partner naked, but he had to swallow a few times as he raked his eyes over the stunning body Izuku had.

"Is this okay..?"

Shouto took a deep, shuddering inhale. His cock twitched, aching inside his own jeans. "Perfect..."

Izuku smiled bashfully, leaning back down for a kiss. Shouto trailed his hand up, feeling the expanse of Izuku's back, before tangling his own hand into wild green curls, deepening the kiss. He groaned, rocking his hips up into Izuku's, nearly grinning at the soft gasp and shiver he caused.

Hazy eyes met his once their kiss broke, then Izuku leaned to the side, opening his nightstand drawer. As he sat back up, he raised the bottle of lube and the condom he grabbed. "Allergic to latex..?"

Shouto shook his head and Izuku smiled. He set the items to the side, shimmying back over Shouto's thighs, finally unbuckling his belt.

"Ah, fuck," he cursed as Izuku grabbed his cock, pulling him from his own confines while tugging Shouto's jeans down and out of the way.

Izuku stroked slowly, eyes trained on the girth in his hand. "Oh, God," he breathed out, clearly impressed. He looked up to Shouto's face as the taller bucked into his hand.

No one's ever really taken the time to admire him like that. Fuck, and it's doing strange things to him.

Smiling, Izuku released his cock and grabbed for the lube. "I'll stretch myself, alright..? You can touch me if you'd like..."

God, did he. Not only could he not take his eyes off Izuku as the other stretched himself, he couldn't stop his hands from roaming. He explored each inch of Izuku he could reach. Up his powerful thighs that made his mouth water more, across his quivering abdomen, stroking Izuku's flushed-red cock with his left hand. He loved the whimpers and moans coming from the greenette, loved the way he trembled with his touches.

He can't help but be entirely enamored by the man on top of him, stomach twisting in excited anticipation. He cock twitched, leaking already as Izuku released a throaty moan, three of his fingers sunken deep inside himself. Shouto felt little droplets of lube hitting his lower abdomen, but he couldn't care about that in the slightest. Shit, maybe he should have been the one to stretch Izuku. His hands itched to explore even more. Would Izuku like overly hot or overly cold fingers stretching him wide? Preparing him for Shouto's cock?

Izuku finally pulled his fingers out with a whimper and Shouto was probably a little too eager when he grabbed the condom before Izuku could. He tore it open in haste, unrolling the protective sleeve over himself. This made Izuku blush and giggle, leaning over for several eager kisses.

Lube was lathered over his cock, Izuku whining in need. Shouto cursed beneath his breath, hands clamping down on powerful thighs. Izuku raised his body, lining Shouto's dick up as he slowly sunk down onto him.

"Oh, God..." Izuku dropped his head back with a sharp gasp, brows furrowed tightly and eyes pinched shut. "Oh my God, it feels so good..."

Good was probably an understatement, especially for Shouto. He felt like he might burst the second he was entirely inside the smaller man. Izuku felt like heaven. Better than, maybe. And that thought was only confirmed once the greenette started rolling his hips.

Shouto groaned lowly, fingers kneading into the flesh of Izuku's legs as Izuku moved slowly. The greenette panted, hunching forward with his fists on Shouto's chest, raising his hips up and down with more intent. He bounced with high-pitched moans, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes, sweat starting to mist across their bodies as heat built up between them.

Izuku will be the death of him, he's decided. And Shouto thinks he likes this death. He propped himself up on his elbow, raising his other hand to cup Izuku's cheek.

The greenette's mouth fell open in a moan as Shouto rolled his hips upwards, meeting his bounces at a new angle. Izuku fell forward, wrapping an arm around Shouto's shoulders, his other reaching out to grab his headboard. Their bodies moved together too well, too perfectly, Izuku's moans and gasps music to the hero's ears.

His hand trailed down Izuku's arched back and he grasped Izuku's hip, aiding his stuttering movements on Shouto's cock. Izuku dropped his head back with a pleasure cry, Shouto tucking his face against Izuku's throat.

He felt every twitch and clench, the way Izuku tightened his grasp and how his thighs trembled. Izuku's sounds came out choked, gasping out Shouto's name.

God, he'd never had someone call for him. Never has his name been moaned like that.

"Oh God- please-" Izuku sobbed, entire body shaking with pleasure- "please- God- Shouto!"

"Fuck- Izuku-" Shouto grit his teeth, only able to oblige his partner. His movements might have gotten a little sloppy, but the way Izuku had a full body reaction showed his lover didn't mind. Izuku's blunt nails raked across Shouto's nape, a strangled cry ripping from his throat as his hips spasmed with his climax, cum spurting across both their abdomens. His back arched sharply, tears streaking down his cheeks with his eyes rolling back.

Shouto chased his release, listening to Izuku's punched-out gasps with each erratic thrust. He stuttered and grunted, jaw clenching as the tight knot in the pit of his stomach finally released. He gasped, grip on Izuku firm as he trembled in his own orgasm.

They both panted heavily, clinging tightly to the other as their afterglow began to die down. Izuku swallowed and Shouto tilted his head to place a kiss to Izuku's Adam's apple.

Izuku let go of the headboard, placing a hand on Shouto's chest and raised himself to look into hazy heterochromatic eyes. He tilted his head and Shouto met him halfway.

This kiss was slow and easy, lazy almost with Shouto trailing his hand up from Izuku's hip to between his shoulderblades. Izuku pressed into him more, sighing into their kiss.

"You're amazing," Shouto murmured, thumb swiping back and forth on Izuku's back.

The greenette smiled sweetly, raising his hand from Shouto's chest to his cheek. "Me..? I think you are more amazing..."

Shouto couldn't help but chuckle, especially at how quiet and raspy Izuku's voice was. "It is late... we should sleep..."

Izuku nodded, stroking Shouto's hair back out of his face. He tilted his head, placing his lips gently over Shouto's left eye. His eyes closed, a content hum vibrating in his chest. Never has he felt so at ease with a person before. Never has Shouto experienced anything quite like Izuku.

"Goodnight," the shorter man whispered, and Shouto smiled. He liked that... holding his partner in bed and being told goodnight.

"Sleep well," Shouto murmured into Izuku's curls as he lowered them both back onto Izuku's bed.

~

When Shouto woke the next morning, Izuku was gone. He felt a sharp pang in his chest at that realization as he sat up, carding his fingers through his hair. He sighed and got up, grabbing his clothes and dressing himself. He walked out of the bedroom, pausing at the paper propped on the counter in front of the coffee pot. He plucked the paper from its perch and unfolded it.

Had to go to work and you didn't want to wake up. You're a pretty heavy sleeper. I made you some coffee if you'd like and I'm writing my personal number below if you'd like that as well.
-Midoriya Izuku
XXX-XXX-XXXX

Shouto couldn't help but smile, heart skipping happily.

~

Even with his number(both work and personal), Shouto couldn't gather the courage to call or text him. Everytime he tried, Shouto clammed up and shut off his phone.

What if Izuku only liked him because he was too drunk? What if Izuku only liked him because he was high-ranking? Could he be being used? Could Izuku meet up with him sober and realize he made a mistake?

He went a month without reaching out to his one-night stand partner while also replaying the events of that night in his mind.

Then he got injured on the battle field. He healed well at the hospital, but he couldn't seem to get rid of the stiffness and soreness in his right arm. He had limited rage of motion and it was concerning his friends.

"You should really get some help," Ochako muttered as they walked together. They didn't work for the same agency, but did often wind up patrolling the same area. They often walked together, keeping the other company.

"I'll be fine. Stretching helps," Shouto sighed, hand on his aching shoulder. He lied. Stretching does nothing.

The brunette sighed softly, looking up at him. "Seriously, you should go see my friend, Midoriya."

Shouto stiffened at his name.

"That man works actual wonders. My hands feel better than ever!" She held her hands out in front of her, flexing her fingers. "Seriously, he is magical. I'm sure he can fix whatever is going on with your arm."

Sighing, Shouto nodded. Izuku would be able to. That is his specialty after all...

~

"Is a ten-minute wait okay?"

Shouto pursed his lips, rubbed his own shoulder. "Yes, that is fine. You're sure I can just walk in like this?"

The receptionist smiled a convincing customer service smile up at him as she paused her typing. "Absolutely, sir. As we are still starting up, we aren't terribly busy so we tend to have more free time than we'd like. I do have some forms here for you to fill out for me. Some questions about your injury and also your insurance work." She clipped papers to a clipboard and held it up for him with a pen. "Bring this back to me once you are done and as soon as they are available, the assistant will come by and bring you to the back for assessment."

Shouto nodded, taking the clipboard. He sat in the seat closest to the door, the office quiet save for the receptionists keyboard and the faint music drifting from the back, behind her desk. Why he was so nervous was beyond him.

He finished his paperwork, handed it to the receptionist, then sat back down. He twiddled his thumbs, leg bouncing. He glanced around the lobby, noting the elegance of it all. Soft, neutral colors, decorated in classic Japanese pieces. Pictures of old heros in their prime lined the far wall, a television hanging beside the door to the back.

A patient walked through that door, thanking the assistant. She smiled and nodded to him before the door closed between them. Shouto faintly recognized the man as a hero from a few districts over. Izuku must be amazing for someone to come so far over to see him.

A few moments later, the door opened with the same smiling assistant. "Todoroki Shouto, I'm ready for you."

Shouto gave a small, awkward smile and a wave, standing up and following her to the back. She lead him into one of the first rooms, asking him to sit down. She sat at the computer, flashing him another bright smile. "If I may, what seems to be bothering you today? Can you describe the injury you received causing the issue?"

Swallowing, Shouto grabbed his shoulder and rolled it, wincing at the strain it caused. "Last week I was in a pretty nasty fight. Got thrown back into a concrete building. The healers did a great job, but I've lost a lot of range in my right arm. My shoulder is really stiff and sore, especially here." He squeezed beneath his neck, tilting towards her so she can see.

She nodded and hummed, typing on the computer. She asked a few more standard questions about his health history, then smiled and stood. "Doctor Midoriya will be with you in just a moment."

Oh, Doctor.

Is it too late to rush right back out of the office? Before the greenette can see him?

"Having some shoulder trouble today?"

His voice was like a shock to his system. His mouth ran dry, back straightening in his seat.

Izuku only looked down at the chart, his smile clearly forced. The greenette must not be happy to see him. Not that Shouto can really blame him. He kind of ghosted the man. The ball was entirely in his court and he dropped it.

"Let's see what we can do about relieving it, alright? Is the pain hindering your work?" Izuku set the chart aside, gentle hands grabbing Shouto's arm and pressing carefully where Shouto's hand had previously been.

"I've lost most range of motion... it's causing me to hesitate and my ice is less effective," Shouto muttered, wincing as Izuku rotated his arm.

The greenette hummed and nodded, lifting Shouto's arm above his head. Shouto hissed and snapped his mouth shut. Izuku pressed on the sore muscles, then started rubbing circles deeply into the tissue.

"I'm sorry..."

Izuku paused. "What?"

Shouto swallowed, other hand curling into a fist. "I wanted to text or call... I saved your number into my phone, but everytime I tried to, I... I panicked, I suppose."

The doctor tilted his head, veridian eyes studying Shouto's face.

"I worried that most of that night was caused by the alcohol... I worried that my rank was all that mattered. I'm so used to people hating my scar and just wanting a fuck that... that your touch was terrifying and new. I liked it, a lot. I think about it all the time, and it honestly scares me, Midoriya... I'm sorry- Dr. Midoriya."

Izuku's expression softened and he lowered Shouto's arm. He pulled up the assistant's chair. "You were scared..?"

Shouto licked his teeth, gaze flicking to the wall before finally meeting gentle veridian. "Terrified..."

Smiling, Izuku took Shouto's hand. "I may have been pretty drunk that night... but I meant it. You are amazing and beautiful, Todoroki... And you don't need to call me Doctor. I already told you to just call me Izuku."

Shouto chuckled, heart fluttering. "Just call me Shouto, then..."

~

Since then, Shouto is able to call on Izuku whenever he needs him. Their relationship turned into something neither had ever had before. Shouto wasn't even sure what to call their relationship.

Everytime they meet up, Shouto has the most mind-blowing sex of his life. Izuku touches and praises him, kissing his scars and holds onto Shouto as if his life depends on him.

They get into a routine, about twice a week they'll see each other late at night. They'll wind up on a bed or couch at the other's apartment, hot and sweaty and desperate for more touches and praises. For the first few months, they wouldn't stay the night again. They'd go back to their own place, texting a quick 'goodnight.'

Shouto wasn't sure when it evolved, but he's happy it did. They started spending the night, having spare clothes at the other's place. Izuku even had spare toiletries in Shouto's bathroom and they've begun to share the shower. Shouto decided he liked shower-sex, holding Izuku up against the tiles, the steaming water beating down on them.

Maybe they could be fuck-buddies. That didn't seem too far off. Might be the best description.

Do fuck-buddies text good morning and goodnight texts? Do they ask how the other's day was? Do they usually lay in bed together, tracing shapes into the other's skin until they drift off to sleep?

If so, Shouto doesn't want that with anyone else. He couldn't imagine it. Izuku has him ruined for anyone else.

~

Shouto perked up as his phone buzzed on the desk. He couldn't help the smile on his lips as he read the caller ID, answering. "Hello, 'Zuku..."

Izuku gasped on the other line. "Shouto!"

"Don't act so surprised. You're the one that called me."

"Yes, but you should be on your mission! I was just- I was going to just leave a voicemail!"

Shouto chuckled, leaning back. "Yeah? Well, tell me your voicemail, then..."

He could hear Izuku's pout on the other line as he relaxed.

"Well, I just... I don't know, I miss seeing you, I guess... I know it's only been two weeks, but I'm so used to seeing you so often..."

Shouto hummed and nodded. "Yeah... I'm used to it, too..."

Izuku sighed softly. "Do you know when your mission will be over?"

"Should be just a few more days. It's going pretty well over here."

"Where are you?"

"I don't know if I can tell you right now," Shouto mused, plucking at his sweatpants.

"Shouto, am I keeping you awake? Is it late there?"

"No, I was just looking through some papers. You're a welcome distraction."

Izuku sighed in relief. "Well... I miss you. I miss seeing you..."

Shouto hummed, unable to help the smile on his lips. "I miss seeing you, too-"

"Damnit! Are you on the fucking phone, Icyhot!?"

Groaning, Shouto stood. He carded his fingers through his hair. "Sorry, my partner is being obnoxious." He opened the door before the blond could swing it open. "Maybe I am on the phone. What is it to you?"

Katsuki Bakugou's face scrunched in a scowl, arms crossed tightly beneath his chest. "You can't be making personal calls, fucking moron. It's a classified mission."

Shouto hummed and nodded with an eye roll. "Yes, yes. I'll wrap it up, Bakugou." He shut the door before Katsuki could shout at him more. "I'm sorry about that. He can be annoying."

Izuku chuckled nervously on the other end. "That's alright... but he's right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called..."

Frowning, Shouto sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, are you alright?" He didn't like the quiet shift in his lover's voice.

"I'm okay! Promise. Just be safe, okay?"

Shouto hummed, exhaling slowly through his nose. "Of course. I'll let you know as soon as I land back in Japan."

"I'll count down the days," Izuku promised in a whisper. Shouto smiled, promising the same silently.

~

Shouto woke as the mattress shifted beside him. He inhaled deeply, rubbing his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to wake you," Izuku murmured softly, looking back over his shoulder.

Humming, Shouto rolled onto his side, curling his arms around Izuku's waist. "S'fine," he muttered into Izuku's skin, trailing lazy kisses over freckles dotting his lover's back.

Izuku giggled softly, stroking Shouto's hair back. "Shou, you should rest more. You got back late last night."

"And had amazing 'welcome-home' sex," the dual-quirk user mused, voice still raspy with sleep.

The greenette shook his head, perking up as he heard Shouto's phone buzz on the nightstand. "Ignore it," Shouto groaned as Izuku leaned over to grab the device. "Whatever it is can wait..."

"It's your dad."

"He can absolutely wait." Shouto huffed, taking his phone away from his lover while pulling him back down onto the bed. Izuku laughed, letting himself be maneuvered, back behind pressed against Shouto's firm chest.

Izuku hummed happily, closing his eyes and tilting his head as more kisses were pressed into his neck and over his shoulder. His hips were pulled back, Shouto's arm curling underneath him and over his chest, holding their bodies flush together. Izuku grasped onto Shouto's arm, biting his lip as he feels Shouto grind his hardening cock against his backside. "Shou- we should get up-"

"Old man can wait and you don't have to leave for another hour," Shouto murmured into Izuku's shoulder, groaning softly as he pressed his cock inside Izuku. Just loose and slick enough from the night before. Izuku moaned, back arching slightly. "So I'll fill you up with enough time after to shower."

The greenette gasped, gripping Shouto tighter as his cock fully stretched him out. "Fuck, Shou..."

Shouto sighed, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of Izuku's shampoo and musk. God, he loved that he used vanilla scented shampoo. He listened to Izuku's soft moans as he rocked his hips.

"Oh, Shou," Izuku whined, raising his head.

Leaning forward, Shouto kissed along his jaw line, reaching just the corner of Izuku's parted lips. "So beautiful, 'Zuku..."

"Shou..."

"I've got you," the taller whispered into the crook of his lover's neck, closing his eyes to bask in the scent and warmth of Izuku.

~

Shouto stretched his arms above his head, then out in front of himself. He groaned as his fingers and shoulders popped, sighing in relief as his neck popped as well.

He walked out into the lobby, ready to head home when he heard a familiar voice.

"-I know, but I promise I'm a friend! Just let him know my name and he could even come to me! I know that this is really important for him, he needs these on his patrol-"

"And it is a safety risk to let him come down, sir. I don't know you, so I don't know that you don't pose a threat. Maybe you could have planted a bomb-"

"But I didn't-"

"But I don't know that, so I cannot risk a pro-hero's safety, sir."

Shouto peered around the corner, blinking curiously.

Izuku stood at the desk, hands in his wild hair, dressed in his scrubs. His cheeks were red in frustration, blown out as he threw his head back. He was trying his hardest to be patient with Hanako, the receptionist at the agency.

Shouto decided he was merciful and stepped into sight. "Izuku? What are you doing here?"

Both Hanako and Izuku whipped around, Izuku's entire body sagging in relief as Hanako seemed startled.

"Oh, Shouto! Thank God-" Izuku snatched the box from the desk, rushing to the Pro Hero.

"Hey-" Hanako yelped, leaping to his feet.

Shouto, however waved at her and kept his curious gaze on Izuku. The greenette brightened up, cheeks pink for a new reason as he grinned up at his lover. "You keep leaving these at my place, Shou. They're pretty important." He placed the box in Shouto's raised hand.

"Oh, shit," Shouto sighed, opening the small box. These were indeed his ear pieces he needed for patrols. He'd been wondering where he left his spares. He had just told his father he needed them replaced, too. "Thank you, you life saver."

Izuku laughed, tucking a stray curl back behind his ear. "I had some spare time so I thought I'd bring them before I forgot. I don't know when you'll be over next and usually if I come to you, it's straight from work, so I'm fairly unlikely to remember to bring then to you, and well, since my office is close anyway-"

"Deku?"

Shouto watched Izuku's entire body shiver and stiffen at the random insult that clearly wasn't random to the greenette. He watched the color draining from Izuku's cheeks. Shouto got a cold, sinking feeling in his gut as he reached out to try to comfort his lover.

However, Izuku stepped back, stiff shoulders raised as he plastered on a fake grin to the approaching blond. "Kacchan! I wasn't expecting to see you today! I didn't think you worked here!"

Katsuki blinked slowly at the greenette, calculating red eyes raking in Izuku's appearance. "I don't, and I certainly didn't expect a nerd like you to be here either." He folded his arms, cocking his hip. "Do you know him or some shit?" Katsuki now turned his attention to Shouto, pointing to Izuku.

"Just friends-" Izuku chirped, gaining Katsuki's gaze once more. "We're just friends!" Shouto wasn't sure he liked being introduced as friends. "I was just bringing by some of Todoroki's things." Ugh, he doesn't like to hear his surname on Izuku's tongue, either... "Bye, Kacchan!" He waved and in his haste, didn't say his goodbyes to Shouto.

Katsuki scoffed with a shrug. "Hot shit, the nerd hasn't fuckin' changed one bit..."

Shouto licked his lips, tucking his ear pieces into his pocket. "How do you know him?"

Red eyes flicked to him. "Deku?" Shouto twitched, fingers curling into fists at the insult. "We knew each other as brats. Grew up together all the way until high school. Our parents are still friends so if we're back in town at the same time, or fuckin' parents make us all eat together like it's some great reunion. How the fuck do you know Deku?"

That's such a terrible name to call someone you grew up with. In no way is Izuku useless.

"We're friends... met early last year. He helped me with some old injuries."

Katsuki nodded, carding his fingers through his hair. "Ahh, yeah. Makes sense. He any good? Auntie boasts about him all the fuckin' time, but who knows if the nerd is actually any good at it."

Shouto ran his tongue over his teeth. "He's great. Amazing, even." He felt the need to praise Izuku, to overshadow the insults Katsuki keeps throwing in referral to Shouto's lover.

"Might have to pay him a visit myself. See if he can help with my fuckin' arms." Katsuki rotated his shoulders, wincing as he rolled a little too far back. "But- why the fuck would he fuckin' show up here?"

"I left my ear piece at his place again," Shouto shrugged, flashing the case the was in his pocket for proof. He went to walk away, but Katsuki's arm shot out and his fist closed around Shouto's wrist.

A dangerous glare bore into Shouto, hot fist closing tighter. "How in the hell are your things being left at his place..?" There was an accusatory under-tone, hinting that Katsuki was figuring out that maybe Shouto and Izuku may be more than just friends.

The younger Hero yanked his arm free and fixed his cuff. "Guess I'm bad at remembering where I drop my things in the heat of the moment," he muttered with a shrug, taking pride in the shocked expression falling on the blond's face.

Wide eyes, slack jaw and the color in his cheeks vanishing.

Maybe he shouldn't have confessed to sleeping with Izuku like that, especially since Izuku had introduced them as just friends, but Katsuki was really pissing him off. Katsuki shouldn't be allowed to demean Izuku and continue to insult him when he is gone.

Before Katsuki could shout, scream, curse, or blow things up, Shouto turned and walked out of the building. Sure, he's still in his hero suit, but he'd rather not be cornered by the explosive hero for him to just rave at Shouto for whatever he feels like.

Whatever Katsuki is to Izuku, Shouto doesn't care. Whatever it is can't be good or healthy even, especially for Izuku.

~

"Oh, good afternoon, Todoroki!" Izuku's receptionist, Tohru, smiled and bowed as she greeted him. She's new, only been here for two months, but she's sweet and lets him walk right in everytime he comes into the office.

Shouto hummed, hands in his pockets as he made his way to Izuku's office in the back. Sounds like he with a patient, which is fine. He can wait. He already knew Izuku had a slow day, anyway. Minimal appointments, compared to the bookings he's had the last several months.

Shouto sat down in the spare chair, looking around the office at Izuku's awards and degrees, decorating the walls.

Izuku has really grown his reputation, his skillset and his business has been booming for the last several months. Less shorts days, shorter lunches, regular clients, new clients, heros from across Japan visiting his office. Shouto was proud of Izuku and how far he's come. Especially since Izuku loved his career, even if it wasn't his original dream.

"Oh, Shou." Izuku closed his office door, smiling softly as he entered his office. "I didn't know you were coming."

Shrugging, Shouto stood and leaned back against the desk, folding his arms. "I wasn't planning on it, but I wanted to see you."

Izuku laughed softly, approaching him. "I just saw you two hours ago at your agency, Shou... Shou, if you want sex, it's going to have to wait, I have another patient coming in-"

"I don't want sex." Shouto grabbed Izuku's arm and pulled him close. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Izuku's smile faltered, shoulders becoming stiff.

"I'm fine. You didn't need to come all the way here-"

"I did." Shouto was quick to interrupt, squeezing Izuku's hand. "I was worried about you after that interaction with Bakugou. You didn't even say goodbye to me, you were in such a rush. I'm not saying I'm upset you didn't say it, it's just that you always do otherwise. You were clearly uncomfortable around him and I don't like the way he refers to you."

Izuku shifted on his feet, looking away. "He's just always been like that. I'm used to it."

"Being used to it doesn't mean you like it," Shouto muttered, watching Izuku's expression.

The shorter sighed softly. "It's okay, Shouto... really. And I'm fine. Kacchan is just... a lot, and I just wasn't expecting to see him today. Oh, God, and I just know he'll be bringing that up the next time we have family dinner-"

"Let's go out tonight."

Izuku paused and shook his head, looking wide-eyed up to his lover. "What?"

Shouto shrugged. "I want to take you out tonight after work. We never go out."

A blush filled Izuku's freckled cheeks as he gasped, grip on the hero's hand tightening. "You don't have to- Shou, we don't have to go out or anything-"

"I know we don't, but if you want to, I want to." Shouto pulled the greenette closer, placing his other hand on Izuku's waist.

Izuku looked up at him, swallowing hard and teeth worrying into his lip. Blush darkening, Izuku hid his face into his lover's chest. "I'd like to go out with you..."

Shouto smiled, rubbing his back. "Wonderful. I'll pick you up after work."

"Wait- I didn't bring anything to wear after!"

"Gimme your key and I'll grab some of your clothes for you." Shouto grabbed Izuku's cheeks and planted a kiss to his forehead.

A pout took Izuku's lips, fists pressed into Shouto's chest. Sighing in defeat, Izuku reached around and grabbed his keys. "I'll pay for tonight," he muttered, earning himself a pinched cheek. "Hey!"

"Absolutely not. I asked you, I'm paying." Shouto snatched the keys and wrapped his arms around Izuku's waist, quickly twisting them to pin the shorter to the desk. "I'm treating you, today. Maybe our next date you can treat me if you'd like."

Izuku's lashes fluttered, a small, shy smile curling his lips. "You're too nice, Shou..." His hands trailed up his lover's arms and over his shoulders.

Shouto shook his head. "I just want to spend more time with you... as much as possible, in any way I can..."

Blush still very present, Izuku tilted his head and curled his fingers into Shouto's hair to draw his lover into a sweet kiss. He hummed lowly, smiling as Shouto pulled him closer. "I want to spend more time with you, too..."

"Good." Shouto nodded firmly as they pulled apart, jingling the keys. "I'll be back at six sharp."

The greenette smiled and hugged himself. "I'll see you then..."

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Lmfao, how did I not write the author's note before I published? Damn

Anyway! So happy I got another one out! This was a new one, though, only took two days instead of seven months...

And it's a Tododeku!