At 6:30 on the dot, Shota was outside Izuku's window balancing on the fire escape, Izuku was still fast asleep curled up with a pillow Shota used to replace himself. He smiled looking back into the room to see Junior perched up on the windowsill watching him, the small kitten had followed him around the room as he got dressed and ready to leave. He quickly snapped a picture of himself balancing on the fire escape and sent it to Izuku before jumping off and disappearing into the early morning hues.

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Izuku woke up slowly, beams of sun peaking past his curtain where Shota had hastily pulled it closed. He grumbled to himself subconsciously turning to cuddle up with Shota only to open his eyes and find a pillow in Shota's place. Frowning he flopped onto his back and rubbed his eyes, did he really just get sad at the realization that Shota left? He told him to. Why did he feel a pit forming in his stomach as he felt Shota's side of the bed had long gone cold?

Shaking those thoughts from his head he rolled out of bed, grabbed his phone, and went to raid the kitchen. Walking into the small kitchen he was greeted by his mother who had a mischievous grin on her face.

"What?" Izuku asked his eyebrows furrowed, he watched as Inko's grin widened.

"Who'd you have in your room last night?" She questioned cheekily and Izuku choked on air, his cheeks heated up and he avoided eye contact.

"What are you talking about? I didn't have anyone in my room," Izuku turned to look in the cupboard for a mug, deciding that ignoring the look Inko was shooting him would save him.

"Mhm, and you just had your door locked all night because you wanted to." She teased, she knew damn well Izuku never locked his door unless he was either with someone or doing something he didn't want Inko to see.

"I fell asleep and forgot to unlock it, I didn't have anyone in there." Izuku defended pouring himself a cup of coffee, he chanced a look over his shoulder only to see his mother looking unimpressed with his lying.

"Izuku, don't lie to your mother." She deadpanned and Izuku groaned placing the coffee pot back in its spot.

"Just a friend," Izuku grumbled moving to grab the creamer and milk out of the fridge.

"Do I get to know this "friend"'s name?" Inko pried, she was a gossip and loved to hear everything going on in Izuku's life, "is this also the "friend" that gave you all those hickeys?"

"I'm not talking about this!" Izuku shouted walking out of the kitchen mug in hand, Inko giggled at her son's embarrassed behavior as it completely gave him away.

"Wear protection!" She shouted to Izuku and laughed harder when Izuku groaned and flipped her off.

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Monday came and went with an aggressive amount of questions about Izuku's date with Kara. By the end of the day, Izuku was nonverbal and glaring at anyone who approached him. Tuesday was calmer, his friends had worn themselves out the day before and decided to leave him alone for the most part.

"You're seriously not going on a second date?" Uraraka asked at lunch and Izuku had to physically stop himself from slamming his head against the table.

"We discussed this yesterday, I'm not going on another date so fucking drop it Ochako," Izuku growled grabbing his tray of food and standing up. Uraraka gaped at him as he walked away, throwing his half-eaten lunch in the trash as he went. He honestly had no idea where he was going, he just let his feet guide him wherever they pleased.

After 5 minutes Izuku ended up in a deserted hallway on one of the higher floors. He took a seat on one of the window sills and inhaled deeply as he leaned back against the large glass pane.

Under all the anger he felt guilty for snapping at Uraraka and storming off, he knew his friends were just trying to help him. But this wasn't something he needed help with, he set a boundary and they crossed it without any remorse. Exhaling he turned and pulled his knees up to his chest, he looked out at the window his eyes roaming across the skyline view it offered.

With the cool weather approaching fast the leaves changed colors and fell from the trees, cherry blossoms fell and coated the courtyard ground. Izuku was too immersed in the scenery to hear the approaching footsteps coming from behind him, only noticing when they stopped beside him. He looked up to see Shota staring down at him, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"What are you doing up here?" Shota asked, Izuku shrugged and looked back out the window. "You alright?" Shota sat on the sill next to Izuku and tilted his head.

"Yeah, just a little overwhelmed I guess," Izuku mumbled squeezing his knees tighter to his chest. Shota continued looking at him, his gaze searching for Izuku's as it burned holes into the side of Izuku's face. Izuku bit his lip and looked down at his knees, he knew Shota would listen to him if he just talked about how much it hurt him that his friends ignored his boundaries and then some, but he couldn't formulate a sentence that explained how he felt.

Shota frowned and pulled his phone out to check the time, "You have about 45 minutes until your next class, wanna join me in my office?" He offered before grinning, "I have hot cocoa," he added remembering Izuku talking about how he preferred hot cocoa over coffee.

Izuku lit up at his statement and nodded excitedly, Shota chuckled and stood holding a hand out to Izuku. Izuku took it and hopped off the window sill, Shota led him down the hall to his office and opened the door for him. Izuku took a moment as he realized he had absentmindedly walked to the hallway of Shota's office. Shota quirked a brow and Izuku quickly walked past him trying to shake that thought from his mind.

Shota locked the door behind him before moving to a small side table that held a black coffee maker, Izuku settled onto the couch kicking his shoes off so he could effectively spread across the small couch. Shota glanced over his shoulder and smiled at the sight of Izuku relaxing with his head tilted off the armrest.

"So you wanna talk about it?" Shota questioned pouring a couple of packets of cocoa mix into an empty mug, Izuku grumbled incoherently and Shota hummed teasingly, "Interesting, do tell me more," he didn't even have to look at the young man to know his head whipped up to glare at him.

"It's the same shit, just a different day." Izuku huffed crossing his arms, he stared at Shota's back as the man stirred his cocoa. Once Shota was satisfied with the cocoa he picked up the mug then his own filled with coffee and turned to Izuku. Walking to the couch he handed off Izuku's mug before gently patting Izuku's leg so he could sit down. Izuku lifted his legs and settled them across Shota's lap once the man was comfortable.

"Have you genuinely talked to them, like sat down and explained how you feel?" Shota rested his mug on Izuku's shin and looked at him, Izuku sipping his cocoa, face scrunching up as it burnt his tongue.

"I've tried but they just brush it off." Izuku sighed resting his mug on his lap, his fingertips running along the warm ceramic as he thought, "Do I really seem that lonely?"

"Well I don't think so, but I might be a little biased," Shota responded making a small gesture to his neck making Izuku blush.

"Shut up," Izuku rolled his eyes and Shota grinned.

"And if I don't?" Shota challenged, and Izuku grinned tilting his head with an air of faux innocence.

"I can think of a few ways to make you shut up." It was Shota's turn to blush as Izuku looked at him with those innocent puppy eyes, his statement could be taken in many different contexts.

But never being one to shy away from a challenge Shota snarked, "Oh yeah? Why don't you show me how you'd do it then?"

Izuku hummed as he set his drink on the floor and leaned over to do the same with Shota's, once both the drinks were out of harm's way Izuku quickly straddled Shota's lap and crashed their lips together. Shota inhaled sharply in surprise giving Izuku access to slide his tongue passed the man's lips. Shota wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and tugged him closer, his hands roaming the expanse of Izuku's back. After a couple minutes Izuku pulled away with a playful grin.

"You seem pretty shut up to me," he teased and Shota rolled his eyes.

Shota's hand moved from Izuku's hip up to cup his jaw, his thumb lightly brushing across Izuku's lower lip before lightly gripping Izuku's throat, Izuku's eyes widened staring down at him, "You're such a brat." Shota growled pulling Izuku into a bruising kiss, nipping at Izuku's lip he tugged the boy's hips forward to gring against him. Izuku whimpered against his lips and Shota drank it up, his lips curling as he repeated the motion. Pulling away Shota's lips attached to Izuku's throat, his hands moving to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt.

Izuku gripped at his hair as he nipped at his collarbone, the soft whimpers and whines Izuku made were music to Shota's ears. Izuku's hips rolled against his own searching for friction, Izuku could feel Shota getting hard under him he reached down and palmed the man through his pants.

"Needy thing," Shota muttered moving Izuku to lay on the couch, he settled over the young man and pressed a kiss to Izuku's cheek, "sadly we don't have enough time for that," Izuku whined loudly, gripping Shota's shoulders he bucked his hips. Shota gave in and met him halfway, grinding down roughly. Izuku moaned loudly and Shota ducked his head to smother the noise with his lips.

Shota pulled back right as the bell signal lunch was over rang, Izuku whimpered gripping his shirt. "Can't I just skip? Please?" He begged and Shota smiled at him finding his neediness adorable.

"Trying to skip class just to have sex? Izuku Midoriya, you're a bad student." He teased kissing Izuku's neck, he moved downwards and bit into the skin on the crook. Izuku sighed out a quiet moan as Shota sucked at the skin leaving a blossoming hickey. "We can meet up later if you really want it that bad." Shota's tone was smug and if Izuku wasn't so worked up he would have sassed him, but Izuku just nodded quickly.

Shota pulled away, helping Izuku redo his shirt and tie. With a light pat to Izuku's butt he sent the boy on his way, soaking wet and aching for more.