Katsuki would say that he was surprised to see Hitoshi back at Somnambul two weeks after their awkward second meeting, but that would be a lie. In fact, the only definite surprise would be that he didn't come back sooner.

Katsuki spots him sitting near the bar when he struts out on stage, dressed in fishnet shorts underneath black boy-shorts that are two sizes too small---Nejire says he looks absolutely delicious and he damn sure feels like it. He's glad that they finally hired someone to take Yui's place---a cute ginger named Itsuka Kendou. She informed him personally that she'd be splitting half of his work load and he couldn't have been any more overjoyed and having some semblance of normalcy return to his life.

The music for his performance starts and he slides into a more...tempting...facade, sultry eyes and winding hips as he begins a series of pole tricks. Money flurries around him the moment he slides down into a split, cheers and wolf whistles ringing out as he obscenely groped to pole and strokes it up and down, tongue hanging out as he rolls his hips to grind against it. He's a picture of temptation and seduction, manicured and black painted fingers sliding down his chest over pierced nipples as he bites into his lips and plays up a shudder as he sinks down into a squat and onto his knees, crawling forward onto the runway-esque stage platform to allow patrons to stuff his costume with their hard earned money. As he nears the end of the stage, he makes direct eye contact with Hitoshi.

It makes his knees go weak, the way he's watching him.

#

Katsuki counts his winnings with a smirk on his face on the way back to the boudoir, heels clicking against the black glittered tile.

"Lovely job out there, mon amour! It's like watching perfection over and over again~" Yuga says to him as they pass each other, stopping in the hall to press a kiss against Katsuki's cheek that he returns with that cocksure grin still plastered onto his face. He yelps in surprise when Yuga grabs a hand full of his backside and bubbles into giggling laughter when his hand rears back to smack it with a loud clap.

"You better pay me for that, whore." He says jokingly and Yuga winks at him. "Sorry, darling, I couldn't resist! You'll have to take me to the gym with you sometime so that I can get my sorry backside looking as full and beautiful as yours." He says, pinching it as he continues his way to the stage.  "You'd better get your fine ass outta bed when I call you, then!" Katsuki calls after him and Yuga laughs. "Sure, baby, but not before six in the morn. Oh, I almost forgot!"

Yuga turns to face him again as he pauses.

"There's a young man who's booked a private dance from you. He's waiting in your private room, very handsome. Midnight told me to tell you---and I quote---'to get your thick ass back there and make that money'." Yuga says, unable to keep a straight face. Katsuki rolls his eyes with a shake of his head before he nods.

"Thanks, babe. Check your drawer before you leave tonight, I left something for you."

"Of course, darling! Wish me luck~"

As if Yuga needs luck. He's a veteran---probably the one who's been there the longest. He's taught Katsuki everything he needed to know about working there---something about making a market for boys like them where it's predominantly run by women and he can't say he's against that at all. He could only ever hope to perform and move with as much grace as Yuga had; he's a real gem and shouldn't be wasting his talent in some shoddy ass place like this.

Such is life.

Katsuki doesn't bother stopping by the boudoir before making his way to the back, kicking the door open and letting it slam shut behind him as he approaches Hitoshi on the sofa. He stops just a hair short of where he's sitting, arms folded over his chest as he narrows his eyes at him. Hitoshi just watches him with amusement, giving him a very transparent once-over with a predatory gaze in his eyes.

"Here, Kitty Kitty." He says with a smirk, gesturing for Katsuki Katsuki to take a seat in his lap with a deliberate crook of his fingers on the hand that isn't occupied by a lit cigarette. The blonde complies, arms still firmly crossed over his naked chest as he does so.

"You're gonna get fuckin' lung cancer as much as you smoke."

He shrugs. "I ain't dead yet. If it ain't broke, don't fix it." He turns his head to blow smoke from his nose, hand going back to grip Katsuki's thigh. It's a familiar scenario, Katsuki realizes.

His skin still tingles.

"Those your only piercings?" Hitoshi says, nodding towards Katsuki's chest.

"Yeah. These and the ones on my ears. What about you, those your only tats?"

"Nah. They go down to the thighs."

"You got your dick tattooed?"

Katsuki is genuinely curious but the question seems to have taken Hitoshi by the ankle, forcing a laugh from him that turns into a cough as smoke clouds from both his nose and mouth at once.

"Christ, kid, no. My dick and my ass aren't tatted. Everything else though, definitely."

"Did they hurt?"

He mulls it over, leaning back against the sofa as deft fingers lightly brush up his thigh and across his abdomen.

"I think the ones on my pecs hurt the most. The closer the needle got to my nipples, the more I started questioning my life choices. But the more tattoos I got, the more I wanted. You know, to appease the mental breakdown gods."

Katsuki fails to hide his chuckle at that.

"I know what you mean."

"What about you? Gettin' those pretty tits pierced hurt?"

A cynical laugh.

"You kiddin' me? I screamed like a bitch during the first one and almost punched the tattoo artist in the dick. Only reason I ended up doing 'em both is cause Shouto told me I'd be a bitch if I chickened out. I once got my shirt snagged on one fresh out of the tattoo shop and I literally curled into a ball on the floor and cried."

He remembers it so vividly, crying and screaming as Midoriya came to cut the tank top off.

Shouto helped too, applying Katsuki's ointment for him so he wouldn't accidentally hurt himself again, but Katsuki still says it was Shouto's fault in the first place for goading him into doing it.

His friends are such assholes.

"Yeesh. They still hurt?"

"Not really. Just really sensitive. Some of the best sex I've ever had was because of these piercings."

"Mm. So how does this feel?"

"Wha---aaaahhhhh~!"

A hand flies over Katsuki's mouth as soon as the embarrassing noise leaves him, blushing up to the tips of his ears. Hitoshi seems predictably, pleasantly surprised and rolls Katsuki's nipples between his pinched fingers once more. Katsuki squeaks, swatting his hands away with a glare.

"Asshole! Fuckin' cut that out!"

"Why? That was beautiful."

"I loathe you."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kats. I could probably make you cum just from playing with them, that's adorable."

Katsuki narrows his eyes at Hitoshi, arms crossed over his chest to deter anymore of his molestation.

"What's your end game here, Brain Bang?"

"Brain Bang?"

"You. Because all you've done since you walked your sorry ass into my life is play mind games with me."

"Games are fun, though. You don't think so?"

Katsuki is...unsure of how to feel about such a response and wonders if Hitoshi is just fucking with him because Izuku told him that he was an easy target to rile up. They seemed to have had a conversation about him before after their first meeting---a conversation that Katsuki was not present for.

"You come here to keep tabs on me for Deku?"

The question amuses Hitoshi more than it seems to offend him.

"No. In fact, he told me that if I was smart that I'd stay away from you. But what can I say? I'm a man who likes to do what people tell me I can't."

"Just what kind of conversation were you two nerds having about me?"

"Grown folks business, nothing you should be worries about."

Which kind of pisses Katsuki off because Izuku is only a year and a half older than he is. In hindsight, that's most likely why he hadn't met or heard of Hitoshi beforehand. Izuku was in his first year of middle school while Hitoshi was in his last---probably moved away to go to a high school in a better district. By the time Katsuki got to their middle school from grade school, he was already long gone.

That doesn't give Hitoshi the right to treat him like a child.

"You're full of it, you pale piece of zombie shit."

"All you need to know is that Izuku cares so much about his little 'Kacchan'. The first time we linked after I came back, you were all he would talk about. Even more than that cutie girlfriend he's got. You mean a lot to him, you know."

"So what? You're doing this as a favor to him?"

"I don't do favors, I do loans. And didn't you hear me earlier? This is the opposite of what he wanted."

Then it dawns on Katsuki.

"Wait, you knew who I was the first time we met?"

"Not until you told me your name, no. I didn't come here with the intention to be entertained that night. I was actually here on business but when I saw your fine ass, I couldn't resist."

"Business?"

"Nothing for you to concern yourself with, little kitty." He says, giving Katsuki's backside a harsh squeeze. "Tonight, though, I do want a lap dance. You'll deliver for me, yeah? Show me what those lovely hips can do?"

And Katsuki will, because he's damn good at his job.

#

Hitoshi keeps him there for the rest of his shift, but he makes sure that he pays him well. In fact, it isn't until the club is closing that he leaves. Katsuki notes that he doesn't seem to have some other pressing matter to attend to like he usually does---hasn't checked his phone even once. He's curious as to what kind of work he does. How does a college student who's barely floating himself through graduation have so much money to blow on fifty year old whiskey and mouthy blonde strippers?

"You're drunk." Katsuki points as Hitoshi staggers a bit in his standing. He's able to right himself without much hassle but he sways, reaching out to put an arm around Katsuki's nude form.

What? Katsuki's a full nude type of bitch---because the more he takes off, the more he gets paid. He's long since abandoned any feeling of shyness---especially since he's grown into his figure.

Besides, it's not like his outfits left much to be imagined.

He stumbles a bit as Hitsohi nearly falls on top of him. He supposes that's what happens when you've been drinking scotch for four hours straight. He's surprised he's not passed out on his ass.

"Oop, my bad." He chuckles as he shifts his weight. "I was just gonna ask you if you needed a ride home. It's kinda late, bunch of creepers out there."

"You're a creeper."

"Incorrect as always but okay."

"Besides, I've got a ride home. My shitty friend wants me to sleep over at his tonight---something about his loser dad threatening to kick his door in or some shit." Katsuki explains, slipping his stilettos off and pulling his shorts back on. He can't be bothered with that fucking fishnet right now.

Hitoshi follows him out, curiously watching as several other dancers filtered about the hall in preparation to leave. He ducks under the low door frame of the boudoir, hazy gaze floating about as the other dancers look at him with an odd look in his eyes.

"Who's that?" Camie asks Katsuki as he approaches his vanity, reaching underneath it to grab his duffle bag---or his 'hoe bag', as Mina likes to call it. Katsuki settles it over his shoulder with a sigh.

"He's a friend of Deku's. Gonna wait for my ride with me, make sure I'm not gettin' snatched or whatever."

"You have such good looking friends; I'm kind of jealous." Nejire says from where she's slipping a t-shirt on over her head. Katsuki scoffs at her. If only she knew the consequences of dealing with these morons.

"Kitty, hurry up. I'm gonna fuckin' fall asleep over here." Hitoshi slurs, wiping a hand over his face as if it's enough to sober him up.

"Nobody's making you stay, Brain Bang, take your ass home."

"Fuckin'---no, I'm gonna make sure you get home first." He almost whines. Katsuki tries and fails to hide the way his lips curl into a smile, looking back over his shoulder to see Hitoshi very reminiscent of a pouting child. He shakes his head fondly and slides his feet into his sandles, dragging Hitoshi along on his way out.

He sees a very tired looking Yuga from the end of the hall, feet dragging and not even having bothered to put most of his ensemble back on. They hang from his lithe, slender frame as a testament to his exhaustion, but he smile when he makes eye contact with Katsuki.

"Enjoy your day off tomorrow, love! You certainly deserve it with how hard you've been working." His voice is absolutely wrecked and Katsuki spares him a worried glance.

"You okay babe?"

"Mm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. My last dance was for a group is all. They were...fairly handsy."

Katsuki's eyes narrow and Yuga seems to read his thoughts, hands flying up in a defensive posture.

"Sweetheart, it's really not that serious. You know how they get sometimes and it's nothing I haven't dealt with before---"

"That doesn't fucking make it right, Yu."

Yuga's hands fall and he slumps over in defeat with a heavy sigh.

"Listen, honey. I'm very exhausted and just want to go home and sleep. Please, please just let it go. For me?"

Jaw tight, Katsuki audibly swallows and nods.

"Okay, fine. But you take tomorrow off---"

"Katsuki---"

"You fuckin' take tomorrow off or I'll drag your ass, this isn't up for discussion, Yuga."

The smaller blonde hesitates for a moment but his smile returns and he reaches out to hug Katsuki and press a kiss to his jaw, pink lipstick smeared against his skin.

"Okay."

"Thank you."

Yuga shakes his head.

"No, darling, thank you. You're always forcing us to take care of ourselves around here, we really don't deserve you."

And with that he continues to drag himself into the boudoir. Katsuki isn't all too sure he'd have a proper response to that either way.

"Katsuki? You're taking forever, I'm ready to go to bed."

Katsuki whips around, jerking back a bit when he comes face to face with blue and gray heterochromatic eyes.

"Jesus Christ,  Shouto."

The taller teen is in his pajamas, arms folded over his chest with his keys in hand. It's no surprise that Midnight let him in, she's been trying to convince him to work for her forever.

"I've been waiting for like twenty minutes."

"Well, shit, my bad."

"You owe me for even doing this for you, you know."

"Full of shit, bitch, you volunteered for your own selfish purposes."

"Wanting to cuddle my best friend and eat cookies all night is not selfish reasoning."

"Really?"

"Whatever, can we just---Hitoshi?"

Hitoshi snaps out of whatever drunken stupor he's in at the sound of his name, eyes flickering down at Shouto.

"Oh, Todoroki. What's up, man?"

Shouto's curious gaze flickers down at Katsuki for answers.

"He comes and books private dances."

"Oh. Is he drunk?"

"Very."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Should he be driving?"

"Probably not."

"I'll call an Uber if it makes you feel better. Even though I'm perfectly capable of driving myself home." Hitoshi assures them. Shouto rolls his eyes with a scoff.

"Right. We both know you're just gonna take a thirty minute nap in your car and then drive home like you always do."

Ah. So Shouto was also familiar with Hitoshi. It seems like he was the only one of them to have never had the pleasure of meeting him beforehand.

"Well, thanks for making sure he was safe I guess. C'mon, Kat, let's go."

Katsuki doesn't fuss this time, giving Hitoshi one last wave before he follows Shouto out to his car.

He's looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.