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The vision only lasts for a total of one minute and fifty three seconds. One minute and fifty three - and Eijirou's brain is still stalling like a water-clogged engine from the damage it took.
Because what they saw - what they -
"The villain's quirk is Future Vision, similar to Sir Nighteye's Foresight," Aizawa explains in his usual monotone.
Eijirou tries to listen, tries. But his mind is too full of the vivid vision he saw of him kissing his best friend Bakugou Katsuki, before moving on to suck face with Bakugou's boyfriend Todoroki Shouto like his life depended on it. All while sitting cozily in his own boyfriend Midoriya Izuku's lap, who looked at least twice as muscular and ripped in the vision compared to now and was also sporting a buzzed undercut, holy shit-
What the fuck is going on, Eijirou screams internally. His little gay brain was not ready to see his own future self sandwiched between all that beefy hotness.
Did he already mention older Bakugou in the vision looked smoking hot, wearing a fancy suit with the jacket off and the top few buttons undone, shirt sleeves rolled up to show muscular forearms and lounging with a sinfully confident smirk? Also, Todoroki would one day grow out his hair apparently, because older Eijirou in the vision had his hand tangled in those tempting silky strands, pulling him even closer while Todoroki seemed to be moaning right into his mouth.
Eijirou thinks some of his vital organs are shutting down from the massive amount of braincells he's currently losing.
He startles when a familiar hand slips into his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing as though to ground him back in the present. His boyfriend knows him way too well. Izuku is such a manly guy, the best guy really. Eijirou loves him so much, even before the knowledge that he's gonna look like a walking tank in the future...
(He's really very, very gay. Send help.)
"Um, sensei, considering we saw the vision and not him," Izuku interrupts, somehow able to muster actual words to ask relevant questions despite what he saw. Eijirou is in awe. "Plus, he didn't seem to have any control of when and what we'll see. He's nothing compared to the control Sir Nighteye had over his Foresight."
"I was just getting to that," Aizawa says drily. "Sir Nighteye was a seasoned pro hero and this is a petty villain. So while his quirk is in the same class as Foresight, it seems he had no real control over it. His strategy from previous crime reports show he mostly used his quirk to distract or confuse the pro heroes with predicted visions of their future while making a quick getaway. You four managed to fight through it though, good job."
Eijirou's not sure he fought through shit. As always, Izuku had jumped ahead and Bakugou and Todoroki were hot on his heels, guns blazing. Eijirou had simply followed them, muscle memory propelling him to respond to the demands of the three of them even without conscious decision-making. A compass guided to its magnetic pole.
"What was the vision about anyway?" Aizawa asks, assessing look passing over the four of them.
Todoroki fidgets on Eijirou's other side, and he turns to look at him despite himself. Todoroki looks blank-faced as always, but there's a very faint blush staining his cheeks invitingly, he's clearly a little bit flustered, probably as a result of what they saw. It's unfairly cute. He's biting his lower lip, and Eijirou's eyes are drawn to it like a moth to flame. Todoroki's pretty pink mouth looked so soft and wet and kiss-bitten in that vision, he looked so willing and wanting and pliant under Eijirou's touch...
Eijirou snaps to look back to the front, screaming internally again. He bites the inside of his cheek till he tastes blood, because he will not pop a boner in front of his homeroom teacher, goddammit. Especially not to softcore future visions of making out with his best friend's boyfriend, while said best friend and his own boyfriend watch with heat in their gaze.
What is his life.
"Just some video newsreel looking thing, like we were watching it on a TV screen or some shit," Bakugou growls from Todoroki's other side, answering Aizawa's question that Eijirou's already lost the plot of. Oh right, Aizawa asked what they'd seen. Oh fuck. "Seemed to be some dumb hero news show. The scrolling headline said something like 'Top Four Pro Heroes in Japan at the Hero Billboard Charts Gala'." Bakugou stops there, a vicious grin of pure unholy glee spreading on his face. "Of fucking course the four of us are the top four pro heroes in this country in the future. Let all the other wannabe losers fucking suck on it!"
Eijirou briefly forgets to be too mortified to look anyone in the eye, cranes his neck just to stare incredulously at Bakugou's gloating. "Really, dude? Everything we saw in that clip and that's your biggest takeaway from it?!"
"What else did you see in that clip?" Aizawa asks, eyes narrowing. "If it's anything critical for future hero society..."
"Nothing like that, Aizawa-sensei," Todoroki speaks up, his steady unaffected voice adding credence to his words. "It was just a recording of us - ah - enjoying the gala. Just a short video of the four of us sharing - um - a bonding moment."
Todoroki must have a third quirk that lets him say shit like this with a straight face. Eijirou marvels at the audacity, describing seeing a video of a friend's tongue shoved down your throat at a public gala in the future as a bonding moment.
A beat of silence as Aizawa studies them. Eijirou tries not to look too guilty.
"On second thought, I'd honestly rather not know," Aizawa says finally, looking vaguely nauseated. "Recovery Girl cleared you all, so you're free to go back to your dorm rooms. Rest and recover."
"Thanks, Aizawa-sensei," Todoroki and Midoriya chorus, and Eijirou belatedly hastens to add in his own thanks, while Bakugou grumbles under his breath.
With that the four of them shuffle out, still dressed in their hero costumes.
By mutual unspoken agreement, they don't talk till they're all in the courtyard outside the teachers' buildings, finally coming to a stop at a secluded, shaded spot without anyone around to hear them.
They stand in a loose circle, an awkward silence descending on them. Eijirou fidgets with the loose fabric of his waist sash, avoiding everyone's eyes.
Should he apologize to Bakugou and Todoroki? They are each other's boyfriends and yet Eijirou had kissed both of them in that future vision, though made out would be a more accurate term, especially with Todoroki, and they all looked very into it too. He should definitely apologize to Izuku, right? He had kissed someone else, two someone elses, right in front of Izuku. Literally, because he'd been draped all over Izuku's lap and was clearly grinding his ass into Izuku's crotch suggestively, all while Izuku watched him kiss Bakugou and Todoroki with a toe-curling heated intensity...
Is it a hot day today? It's a hot day, right? Eijirou feels light-headed, he needs to sit down.
He sways a bit where he stands, and three sets of hands reach out to steady him.
"Fucking hell," Bakugou mutters under his breath, before shoving Eijirou's shoulder aggressively. Eijirou stumbles, but then manages to steady himself, the jolt bringing him out of his head and filling him with clarity again.
"Kacchan!"
"Katsuki-"
"Shut up," Bakugou growls, a few tiny explosions going off in his palms. "The dumbass was overthinking himself into a dead end, he needed to get snapped out of it, alright? Get off my ass!"
Bakugou turns the full force of his attention on him. Eijirou gulps. "Oi, Shitty Hair," he commands. "Get changed out of your costume and come to my room in half-an-hour. You two chucklefucks too," Bakugou says, pointing at Todoroki and Izuku. "Don't be fucking late! If you dither I'll come drag your ass out myself, got it?!"
With that, Bakugou turns around and storms off towards the UA dorms, letting a few more bigger explosions pop from his palms towards the sky, in frustration or rage, who can tell. The remaining three stand there in strained silence for a moment then trudge on towards the dorms too, not meeting each other's eyes or saying a word.
Whatever this is, it's going to be hashed out in thirty minutes anyway. Best to just wait till then.
Eijirou determinedly does not think about the vision he saw as he strips out of his costume and takes a quick shower, lathering shampoo in his hair till all the gel loosens and washes out. When he steps out the hot shower, he feels clear-headed and ready to face whatever is coming next.
By the time he's changed, slipping into a faded pair of sweatpants and a worn hoodie, he has only two minutes to spare before Bakugou's designated meeting time. No time to gel up his hair again then. It's fine though, it's just Bakugou, Todoroki, and Izuku. No matter what sort of awkward conversation awaits him, they are still three of the people he feels most comfortable with in the world. He doesn't mind being seen at his most unpolished with them.
Todoroki and Izuku are just coming out of the elevator when he leaves his room. They must've had a small chat between themselves before heading over. They're walking side-by-side, hands brushing. There's a small smile on Todoroki's face and Izuku's blushing slightly. They're both dressed in indoor clothes too, all loose pants and worn oversized sweatshirts, looking super soft and cute.
Eijirou feels his heart squeeze in his chest.
He's so happy nothing got messed up between them because of the vision they all saw. He knows how fiercely Izuku values his friendship with Todoroki. This is good, right?
"Hey guys! Right on time," Eijirou calls, the half hour they spent apart bolstering his capacity to talk to them normally a bit. When Izuku's close, he leans forward to give him a quick peck, taking his hand to intertwine their fingers again. The familiar crooked fingers resting against his own quells any anxiety churning in his gut. "Blasty won't get an excuse to yell at us now!"
"I heard that, asshole," Bakugou says right behind them. He's standing at the open door to his room, leaning against the threshold. He's also dressed down, though in baggy black pants and a black vest. He looks the three of them up and down, face unreadable, before scoffing and heading in.
They file in after him and the soft click of the door as it shuts behind them feels strangely monumental.
Something pretty big is going to happen in this room today, Eijirou can feel it.
"Sit down," Bakugou commands, pointing to the tiny low table he has at the center of his room. The three of them obediently sink down on the cushions, Izuku and Eijirou facing each other, and the last empty spot open for Bakugou across from Todoroki. After a few seconds of pacing Bakugou finally plops down too. He sits as obnoxiously larger-than-life as he does everything else, limbs sprawling.
"Alright, let's get this over with," he growls, sounding put upon and disgruntled. You'd think they were all here to annoy him about boring homework, and not to discuss a future vision of them getting frisky with each other that was brain-projected to them by a villain they were fighting. Seriously.
"Oi, shitty nerd," Bakugou says, turning to Izuku. He studies Izuku for a few seconds, gaze unfathomable, before grunting in... acceptance? "Head's up," is all Bakugou says before stretching out both hands and reaching for Izuku's face.
Izuku's eyes widen comically.
"Wait, Kacchan, what are you - mmph!" Bakugou's mouth clashes against Izuku's, more a punch mouth-to-mouth than a kiss. Izuku freezes for a few moments, eyes wide, before something visibly shifts inside him. And then he's giving back as good as he gets, hands coming up to pull Bakugou's face closer to his, pushing back till he's the one in control, parting Bakugou's lips with his own, even as his mouth is invaded by Bakugou's tongue.
Eijirou thinks he's having an out-of-body experience, watching his best friend and his boyfriend aggressively fight for dominance via french-kiss. He thinks he's supposed to feel jealous about this? Maybe? What he actually feels though is dizzy, because all the blood in his body is rushing straight to his dick.
Dazedly, he turns to see how Todoroki feels about what's currently unfolding before them - and oh fuck, oh no, this is not going to help the situation rising up in pants.
Todoroki's eyes are wide and a small tendril of flame keeps igniting and extinguishing on his left, ruffling the hair of his fringe, giving an ethereal glow to his eyes. His lips are slightly parted, still stupidly pink and pretty and wet and inviting, and holy hell, the intensity with which he's watching Bakugou and Izuku, is he also, is he turned on? Eijirou's poor thirsty gay heart is in no way, shape or form ready to handle even the mere idea of a turned on Todoroki, let alone the sight of him.
He turns back to the sound of lips parting with a smack to see Bakugou and Izuku breathing heavily, bare inches separating their faces as they gaze intensely into each other's eyes.
"The other one next, nerd," Bakugou growls, though his voice is a bit deeper than usual. Fuck, that is not helping with the blood rushing south situation either. Eijirou is doomed.
And then it gets much, much worse because Bakugou grabs Izuku by the jaw, hauls his face right up to Todoroki's, and says, "Now you kiss too, fuckers."
"K-Kacchan!" Izuku protests, though he isn't looking at Bakugou at all. His eyes are flitting all over Todoroki's face, intense, seeking, wanting. He licks his lips. Watching from the outside, Eijirou has a front-row seat to how Todoroki's eyes flicker down to Izuku's mouth.
I'm gonna die today, Eijirou thinks, a little hysterically. Forget villains, this is how it ends for me.
Not a bad death, all things considered.
"Todoroki," Izuku says, gaze flickering between Todoroki's eyes and lips. Their faces are so, so close. "Um, Shouto." Izuku reaches out a hesitant hand, gently tucking back a lock of Todoroki's ruffled hair behind his ear. "Do you - do you really want to-?"
Todoroki looks up to meet Bakugou's gaze, and then Eijirou's. Whatever he finds there must be the last reassurance he needs because he turns back to Izuku and nods.
The kiss between Todoroki and Izuku is a direct contrast to the one between Izuku and Bakugou, but no less intense for it.
Izuku cups Todoroki's face between his palms like it is precious (it is), scarred thumb rubbing gently against the corner of his mouth once, before he leans forward to press his mouth to Todoroki's lips. Todoroki lets out a soft noise, a whimper, and his arms come up to wrap around Izuku's shoulders, holding on to him. It is just the soft press of mouth on mouth for a few seconds, gentle, searching, reveling in the newfound closeness.
And then, like a stoked fire from banked embers, it gets heated.
Izuku leans closer, tilting Todoroki's jaw and parting his lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss, drinking him in like a parched man at an oasis, letting out an incoherent moan that Eijirou's intimately familiar with, in far more filthy situations and while wearing far less clothes. There's no chance of his dick going down now, but Eijirou barely even thinks about it, too occupied with watching how fucking pretty the sight before him is.
Todoroki and Izuku are kissing each other like they cannot get enough of each other, like it's many quiet fantasies and guilty midnight dreams come to life. Izuku slips a hand into Todoroki's hair, pulls his head back to trail kisses down Todoroki's jaw to his throat before going to back to his mouth, a dedicated pilgrim, and the way Todoroki looks, rosy and flushed and needy, the noises he makes, the way he pulls Izuku closer and closer to him, no space left between their bodies as they move in a fiery dance of give and take -
"Fucking pretty, isn't it?" Bakugou says from right beside him and Eijirou comes to the surface like a drowning man, gasping and spluttering. He turns and Bakugou's - Katsuki's - face is right before him.
He's so close that Eijirou can feel his warm breath on his lips.
"You gonna just keep staring at them or are you gonna come here and show me what you got?" Katsuki says, smirking.
And they move towards each other as one.
Eijirou would be lying if he said he's never imagined this. Kissing Katsuki is a fantasy so old it feels tied into the very identity of him, something intrinsically a part of his gay awakening. The thrill he feels when his hands skim over Katsuki's powerful muscles, the feel of warm firm skin under his fingertips, the scent of burnt caramel in his nose and the chapped mouth and demanding tongue that play him like a fiddle - this is Katsuki, his best friend, his first real crush, the boy he'd gladly run down to hell to fight the devil himself to get back. This is Katsuki, against his mouth, under his fingertips, filling his breath and sight and sound, and the feel of him taking over all of Eijirou's senses is so, so good.
It is moments or eons later when they finally come apart, clashing tongues turning to gentle pecks before they slow to a stop, hearts thudding against each other's chests like they just ran a marathon.
A quiet noise from their left.
When they turn, they see Izuku and Shouto watching them with the same fervor in their eyes, all tangled up in each other still.
"You good, Icyhot?" Katsuki asks, carding one hand through Eijirou's unstyled hair. The fingers feel soothing, the way they massage against his scalp.
"Mm, yes," Shouto says, head tilted as he watches them with unblinking focus. His face is deadpan as always, but with how flushed he still is, how red and kiss-bitten his mouth looks, and the way he's still holding on to Izuku like that support is all that's propping him up, Eijirou knows he's nowhere even remotely close to unaffected.
And then Shouto destroys what little functioning brainpower Eijirou still has left by saying, "So is it my turn to kiss Eijirou now? It looked like I really enjoyed kissing him in that vision. I want to try it in real life too."
Welp.
"Damn, what the hell, Shitty Hair!" Katsuki knocks him upside the head, trying to shove him back upright as Eijirou starts sliding sideways, unable to cope any longer. "Look alive!"
"No man, go on without me, I think I'm dying," Eijirou moans, hands to his chest, a vain attempt to contain his thumping heart. Death by horniness really is starting to look like a worryingly-likely possibility at this point. "I'm not gonna make it."
"Idiot, get your shit together! Do you wanna underperform during your first time kissing the half-and-half bastard, and after he got his hopes up too? Get up!"
"Is Eijirou okay?" Shouto asks, sounding worried. "If it's a latent effect of the quirk, we need to get him to Recovery Girl -"
"Ah, no, no, Shouto, he's just, um -"
"Dumbass is so turned on by the thought of kissing you he's losing his goddamn mind," Katsuki exposes all of Eijirou's shameful issues, blunt as always. Eijirou glares up at him from where he's half-slumped on the floor. Some best friend he is. Can't Katsuki cut him some slack? Eijirou's trying here.
"Dude," Eijirou hisses, reaching a hand to slap Katsuki on the arm. Katsuki, the bastard, simply grabs the hand and nearly dislocates Eijirou's shoulder in the name of hauling him to sit back up again.
"Oh, in that case," Shouto says and he is suddenly right there beside Eijirou, their faces are way too close. Can pretty boys stop sneaking up on Eijirou when his heart is already in a weakened state? "In that case, let's just not think about it."
And just like that Eijirou has a lapful of Todoroki Shouto, and a soft pair of lips pressed to his.
Shouto's mouth tastes a bit like Izuku's mint coconut lip balm, layered with the taste of the fragrant green tea he likes to drink. It creates a novel, potent cocktail. Eijirou thinks it may actually have killed him.
But if that's the case anyway... at least he's in heaven.
Eijirou gathers up the boy in his arms, wraps his arms around his waist and dives in to devour him.
Eijirou makes many fascinating discoveries over the next few minutes. Such as how having two different quirks on two sides means the temperature difference goes to all of him. Shouto's mouth is two different temperatures, tongue warm as a furnace yet breaths cool as a rainy autumn day. The two sides of his waist, his stupidly toned, muscular waist, under Eijirou's palms are different temperatures, spiking hot and cold randomly the more filthy the kiss gets. Shouto's eyelashes are really long and they brush against Eijirou's cheeks as he licks into his mouth, and he whimpers so prettily when Eijirou lets his knife-sharp teeth graze against Shouto's plump lower lip.
When he finally manages to pull back from Shouto's addicting mouth, Eijirou understands why the future-him in that vision looked like he was having a religious experience while making out with Todoroki Shouto.
Shouto gives a tiny soft smile and when he looks up, Eijirou sees Izuku's bright sunshine beam of a smile over Shouto's head. Eijirou feels blinded.
"This was a good plan, Katsuki," Shouto says thoughtfully, still casually perched on Eijirou's lap like he belongs there (he does).
Eijirou doesn't even try to wonder about whether Shouto can feel the hard-on he's sporting or not. It must be very evident, pressed right up against his ass that it is. But he doesn't seem to mind, and Eijirou doesn't let himself get too self-conscious about it. It's fine, right? Which guy wouldn't pop a boner after seeing three of the prettiest people in the world make out hungrily with each other and then make out with him too?
He's sure Shouto understands, that must be why he's giving Eijirou the grace of not embarrassing him further by drawing attention to it.
Shouto's so manly too, Eijirou thinks, not for the first time, nearly moved to tears. He gathers Shouto closer to himself, determined to give him the best cuddle of his life as thanks.
"Of fucking course it was a good plan, I came up with it," Katsuki scoffs, but he's grinning, looking all confident and smug.
Self-satisfaction is a good look on Katsuki, Eijirou's always thought so. It does funny things to his heart. And then, when Katsuki bends forward to place a quick little peck on Shouto's upturned mouth and kisses the top of Eijirou's head too, his heart flips.
Eijirou looks up and meets Izuku's eyes again, and everything is joy.
He feels like it's all come full circle. Like they've finally figured out how it's always meant to happen. Like seeing their future showed them what sort of future they need to be building towards. It's almost a philosophical question, isn't it? Would that future still have happened if they hadn't seen that vision today? Would they all have still found their way to each other anyway? Eijirou would like to think so.
They have time to figure it all out. All the time in the world.
He dips to nose down into Shouto's soft hair, breathing in the clean woody scent. He's a nice warm weight all along Eijirou's front. Warmth arrives on either side of him too as Izuku and Katsuki move closer. Izuku joins the cuddle, slinging an arm around Shouto's back, resting his head on Eijirou's shoulder. Katsuki just leans against Eijirou's side, a solid grounding weight, radiating heat.
God, is this what he has to look forward to? For the rest of his life? How did he get so lucky?
"Sure," Shouto replies to Katsuki's gloating, deadpan, before wriggling a bit in Eijirou's lap. "So, now that we've gotten the kissing out of the way, can I blow Eijirou? I can feel how hard he is, it must be getting uncomfortable for him. Also, he feels really big so I am curious." He says all this in a calm, musing voice, like they're discussing whether to go to the convenience store for ice cream or something.
Izuku startles away from the relaxed cuddle pile with a high-pitched squeak. Katsuki starts cackling madly. Eijirou chokes on his own spit, coughing and spluttering
Yeah, he has an amazing future to look forward to, provided he survives the night.