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Izuku did not want to go down there.
He stood at the top of the last flight of stairs, listening to the usual party sounds floating up from the common area. There was a never-ending stream of chatter, punctuated with loud peals of laughter. Music thrummed in the background, being expertly DJ-ed by Jirou, of course. From the kitchen, there was a small set of explosions, followed by Bakugou cursing out Kirishima and Sero. Something about letting him take care of the snacks, while those two only getting in the way.
It felt like since they had become third years, Ashido and Kaminari had insisted on having a party every other week. Aizawa had given up some time after the third one (or was it the fourth?). Izuku had overheard Present Mic talking to him after class one day, mentioning how they were still students, and after all that they’d been through, they needed to have some fun.
“C’mon, guys! By this time next year, we’ll all be heroes, and who knows when we’ll ever be able to do stuff like this again!” had basically become Ashido’s refrain through the first semester, with Kaminari backing her up with a cheerful “Yeah!”
Izuku couldn’t help but let out a snort in the dark.
Yeah. They’d all be heroes.
All out in the field, living their dreams, continuing to save the day and protect the innocent.
He on the other hand – well.
He was sure he’d read all about it from the sidelines as the last of his Quirk diminished.
Not like he was bitter or anything.
Izuku sighed. “Goddammit.”
Might as well get this done and over with. Iida and Uraraka would not be happy if he didn’t at least make an appearance. Neither would his therapist.
He slunk down the stairs, descending into the cacophony.
He peeked into the common area, where the bulk of party was. Couches had been shoved aside, leaving room for a dance floor, a disco ball shining above (most likely Aoyama’s before he left). Jirou was perched off to the side at the makeshift DJ booth (read: a stool and a lectern that somebody stole from the school), bobbing her head to the music blasting from her speakers. Ashido and Hagakure took center stage, with Ashido demonstrating some of her well-practiced dance moves, and Hagakure following along much less gracefully, as seen with her slamming into the floor after attempting a spin. Ashido burst out laughing, with Hagakure joining in as Ojiro helped her off the floor. The rest of the class was spread out amongst the couches. Kaminari and Kirishima were cracking up at some joke Sero had made, apparently at the expense of Bakugou, who immediately chucked aside a platter of tsukune and started raging at them. Satou wandered about, offering an array of desserts to everyone. Yaoyorozu and Asui snagged a couple of pastries as they chatted, with Shinsou settled next to them, occasionally chiming in. Tokoyami and Shoji were off in a corner, simply observing the scene.
Izuku watched as Satou took a deep breath and walked over to the two. Before he could say anything, though, Shoji and Tokoyami immediately shut down their conversation, sending a pair of icy cold glares his way.
Satou turned on his heel and sped away, sweating.
Odd. Izuku thought they were friends.
Speaking of. Izuku spotted Uraraka, peering around from one of the couches, obviously looking for him. Iida sat stiffly beside her, joining in her vigil. And of fucking course, Todoroki rounded out the trio, staring into his drink.
Izuku could only imagine how the conversation would go if he went in there.
Probably starting with Uraraka being like, “There you are, Deku! Haven’t seen you all day!”
And Iida would follow it up with something about being punctual.
And Izuku would of course apologize, sorry, he had been hung up with something at the gym.
Uraraka might say something like, “That’s all you ever seem to do anymore! It’s like you’re avoiding us!”
He was.
He’d laugh it off.
They might start chatting about whatever, and then Uraraka would ask him what was wrong, and Izuku would say nothing, and then everyone would try to pep Izuku up by saying don’t worry, he’d get another internship eventually, someone would want to give him a chance, it’d be fine, he just had keep trying and keep going and never give up and blah blah bullshit.
Pretty much every conversation that he’d been having with everyone for weeks now. His friends. His mother. All Might. Nothing but sunshine and rainbows and a heaping dollop of sugary positivity that Izuku struggled to swallow.
And of course, through it all, Uraraka would ask, “Right, Shouto?” for validation.
And just like always, Shouto Todoroki would say jack shit. He’d just sit there, like a lump, avoiding looking directly at Izuku. Maybe grunt in response.
Like he’d done every day since he sat Izuku down and hesitantly told him that he had to focus on his future as a fledgling hero and that he wasn’t sure if they could still be a couple, or be able to protect Izuku, so …
Like they hadn’t kissed, like they hadn’t given everything to each other, like he hadn’t been on his knees worshipping Izuku and sucking his -
Izuku blinked, then turned to the left, heading off to the kitchen.
Nope. Fuck that.
He was not in the mood to rehash how no one – agency, internship, or otherwise - seemed to want someone with a dying Quirk, whether he helped bring down Shigaraki and All for One or not.
And he definitely did not to face another awkward evening with the man who snapped his heart in two, and his clueless friends attempting to keep them together.
Bottles of alcohol lined up along the kitchen countertop, still sticky from where Kaminari had attempted to play bartender. Since they’d all started turning 18, alcohol had started to make itself more known at these parties. More students would be waking up hungover than not the following day.
Izuku didn’t always participate.
But tonight…
He grabbed a couple of bottles off the counter, not bothering to look at the labels. Then he grabbed another for good luck. And another.
Nothing wrong with having a party for one, right?
As quietly as he had entered, Izuku slipped back up the stairs.
His phone dinged as he reached the top. Shifting the bottles to the crook of his right arm, he fished out his phone. A text from Uraraka in the group chat, asking where he was. Iida was sure he had caught a glimpse of him.
Izuku grimaced.
He quickly fired back a text, saying that he thought he overdid it at the gym, and was quite sore. He’d be sitting this one out. A tired excuse – one that he was pretty sure they were already catching onto and would probably call him out on eventually.
But whatever.
He slid his phone back into his pocket.
Now where to take his pity party…
The roof? It had been a nice day. Summer was slowly edging into Autumn, cooling things off.
Why not get sloshed and do some stargazing?
Sounded fine to him.
He climbed up the stairs leading to the roof, bottles clinking, phone buzzing incessantly in his pocket. He nudged the rooftop access door open with his hip.
And stopped.
A bulky figure stood there, leaning against the railing, chin resting on his folded arms. Judging from the horns and the rock-like head, it could only be one person.
“…Kouda?”
The figure let out a squeak, and turned towards him, eyes wide, hand to his chest.
“Shit! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Izuku stepped away from the door. “I…I didn’t think anyone else was out here. Thought everyone was down at the party…”
Kouda relaxed, letting out a deep breath. His brow furrowed as he noticed the bottles. He gestured towards them.
Izuku sighed. He wandered over to the railing and plopped himself on the ground. He set down a couple of bottles, finally reading the label of the last one he was still holding. Vodka. Perfect.
With a flick, he popped the lid off, listening to it clink into the darkness. He took a swig, savoring the alcoholic burn. “Just though I’d do some wallowing up here.” He looked up at Kouda. “Feel free to join me if you want.”
Kouda shifted, nervously playing with his fingers. Then, slowly, he lowered himself down, settling next to Izuku.
“Sweet.” Izuku took another drink. “Thank god Yaoyorozu springs for the good stuff.”
Kouda tilted his head, then pointed downwards.
“Why am I not at the party?” Izuku assumed that’s what he was asking.
Kouda nodded.
“Ah. Well. Because I’m not necessarily in the mood for partying.” Izuku snickered darkly. “Or in the mood for people, really. Not sure if I’ve been in the mood for people for a while now, you know?”
Kouda gave a small smile and nodded.
Izuku figured as much. Being one of the quieter members in the class, Kouda always seemed to be at the edge of the crowd. He wasn’t as jumpy as he was during their first year, but as far as Izuku could tell, he still preferred his own company, if he wasn’t with the other quiet members of the class, avoiding some of the more outrageous personalities. Probably why he was out here. Izuku hadn’t really spent much time with Kouda over their high school career, now that he thought about it. They’d been cordial, of course, but not necessarily friends. Izuku realized that he really didn’t know much about the animal whisperer, other than his quirk, his love of nature, and his propensity for JSL.
Izuku caught Kouda looking over at the bottle he was holding.
“Oh! I’m sorry.” He held it out. “Did you want some? Or do you not…?” Did Kouda even drink? Man, Izuku really needed to pay attention more.
With a smile and a nod, Kouda received the bottle and guzzled it down, leaving half the alcohol. He hiccupped a bit, then blushed, handing it back.
Izuku blinked, then laughed. Well, that was unexpected.
“No worries, we’ve got plenty of booze for the two of us.” Izuku grabbed one of the other bottles and passed it to Kouda, who accepted it graciously. The two settled back against the railing. A light breeze tugged at Izuku’s curls.
This was nice, he thought.
No noise.
No quirks.
No thoughts about an uncertain future.
Just peace and quiet.
Well.
Izuku had learned a couple of things about his new friend Kouda.
Firstly, he and Satou had been dating since the end of the war. A whole year! And like, no one knew about it! Well, except for a few people – Shoji, Tokoyami, and surprisingly enough, Jirou.
The second thing was the more Kouda drank, the chattier he got.
“…so I get there, right? I’m knockin’, I’m knockin’, no answer. So I’m like, somethin’s gotta be wrong, right? Like, is he okay, y’know? So, I start freaking out, like, what if it was a villain or something? Nearly break down the dang door – and there Rikido is, in bed, with some, some guy from the management course, just plowing away!”
“You’ve GOT to be shitting me! Satou, really?”
“Really!” Kouda squawked, gesturing wildly with the nearly empty Vodka bottle (apparently, Izuku had grabbed a couple of those, plus a bottle of sake and what appeared to be Peach schnapps).
Izuku shook his head, glowering. “The fucker.” That certainly explained why Shoji and Tokoyami had iced out Satou at the party. And why Kouda was really out here.
“Y’know, I suspected – I suspected something, y’know? Like, like they were spending all this time together – I GUESS he was offerin’ his services as a social media manager!” Kouda scoffed.
Izuku snorted, then hiccupped. “Oh, he was offering something all right…”
“Yeah, no kidding.” Kouda stared into the bottle. Izuku could see the anger receding just a bit. “Like, was I not enough for him?”
“Hey, hey, we are not gonna go there,” Izuku sloppily patted him on the shoulder, maybe a bit too hard. “You’re enough. You’re so fucking enough, you know? Like, you’re the tits, man. Straight-up tits. Satou can go fuck himself.”
Kouda flushed – in his inebriated state, Izuku couldn’t tell if that was from the alcohol or out of embarrassment. “I dunno about that. I mean, you’re kind of the-the tits too. Heck, maybe even more tittier than me!”
“Pfft. Right.”
“I mean, yeah? People really like you, Midoriya! Like, Todoroki…?” Kouda trailed off into tipsy silence.
The night air turned chilly, raising goosebumps along Izuku’s scarred skin.
“Oh. Him,” he spat out.
“Midoriya…? Did – did something happen? Oh gosh, something did happen, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to –” Kouda rambled as he clumsily leaned over to give Izuku a hug, bottles clinking as he moved.
Izuku stiffened as he reciprocated the embrace. Wow, Kouda was warm. In a pleasant way. Not like Todoroki’s fire half could get sometimes, but like a nice blanket on a chilly morning.
And his back – he could feel the muscles underneath Kouda’s sweater. Had he always been this built…?
He felt something stir deep within his core.
And his pants.
Whoa. Okay.
Izuku needed to dial it back in.
He was just – It had been a bit since Todoroki and him had really done, well, anything physical together, even before they broke up (that really should’ve been a sign), that was all. That was allllll this was. His first man-to-man contact in like, weeks. Couple that with the alcohol buzzing through his body, and of course he’d react like this.
Izuku managed to slide out of Kouda’s grip. “No! It’s fine! Well, it’s not fine – Todoroki and me, I mean. This was fine. The hug. It was great.” Great, now he was the one rambling.
“So you two…” Kouda started playing his fingers again. A nervous habit, Izuku figured.
He let out a deep, deep sigh. “Yeah. He, uh, dumped me. We – we were trying to keep it on the down low and let everyone know eventually, but, uh, yeah. It’s been about a week now.”
“Oh.” Koji shifted onto his knees, a soft look on his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.”
Silence settled in. The party sounded as if it was spilling onto the lawn, judging from the noises below. Izuku could hear cheering for Kirishima and Shinsou – god, he hoped it wasn’t another drunken wrestling match. At least it was outside where nothing could break this time.
“Can I ask what happened…?” Kouda asked, tentatively.
“Just – different things for the future. You know, him already getting offers and everything and is gonna be some great big hero, and I’m just gonna get in the way with a dead Quirk, I guess. Haven’t – haven’t really gotten anything, you know. From anyone.” Fuck, it stung saying that out loud. Just like it did checking his email or getting those damn phone calls.
Sorry, we’re not taking anymore interns currently. Sorry, we can’t take you on.
Basically, it all translated to, sorry, you soon-to-be-quirkless fuck. We just can’t take that risk…
“…but. But you’re you. Shouldn’t you be, I dunno, be drowning in offers – has All Might said anything?”
Izuku tried to resist rolling his eyes. He failed. “Just more of the same. ‘No worries, young Midoriya! Keep on training! Keep on going! Keep your head up! Make the most of the time you’ve got left! Blah blah, herp derp!’ Ugh. It’s all I’ve been getting from anyone.”
Kouda fidgeted. “Ah. That’s…that’s annoying. I’m so sorry.”
“Bah. You have nothing to be sorry for. Trust me. If anything, I’m the one who should be sorry. Brought the whole mood down and everything.” Izuku grimaced. His head began to pound.
“No. No, you’re fine. I shouldn’t have asked about Todoroki.” Kouda stared down at his hands.
“Trust me. You’re good. I’m just a sad sack.” Izuku stretched, then lurched to his feet. “Maybe we need to call this a night and –”
This was when Izuku’s body decided to show just how drunk he still was as his legs literally tripped over themselves, sending Izuku flailing forward -
“Midoriya -!”
Right into Kouda’s lap.
The two flopped to the ground with matching “oofs.” Izuku lay sprawled on top of Kouda, his face flat against Kouda’s chest.
A very well-developed chest, that same annoyingly horny part of his brain supplied. Izuku really wanted it to shut up.
“Oh, my god, I am so sorry! Kouda, are you okay -?”
Kouda let out a squeak, turning a deep crimson. Something thick pressed into Izuku’s groin.
Like, thick thick.
Izuku swallowed. “Uh –”
Holy shit. What –
Izuku pushed himself off Kouda’s chest, taking a glance down at the sizable lump straining against Kouda’s jeans.
Erection. That was Kouda’s erection.
His dick.
Cock.
Currently pressing into Izuku’s own member, causing it to stir and come to life.
The silence returned, punctuated by the heavy breathing of the two students, still pressed flush together at the waist, both wide eyed and blushing furiously.
“I – uh -” Izuku’s head swirled as he tried to make sense of anything that was happening. They had just been talking and drinking and talking about the shitty guys in their lives and suddenly, boom, erections.
He managed to break away from the sight of their dicks suddenly becoming very good friends and looked at Kouda.
Kouda just stared up at him.
Izuku needed to just break away. Roll off him.
Just get up.
Get UP.
They were both sad and lonely and drunk and horny and Izuku just needed to get up before something good/bad/whatever happened –
“...you don’t have to…”
Apparently, Kouda had other ideas.
Izuku blinked stupidly. “What?”
“…p-please, Midoriya? I just – I need – you know -”
Izuku stared. Slowly, like it had a mind of its own, his hand reached down and took a firm hold of Kouda’s throbbing member.
“…fuck. Yeah, that’s – please?”
Izuku wasn’t sure what startled him more. The fact that Kouda cursed, or that Kouda, considered to be one of the most innocent people in class 3-A, was asking him to touch his dick. He could feel a giggle bubbling up at the ridiculousness of the situation.
And yet.
He squeezed the mound. Kouda let a small gasp, bucking into Izuku’s hand.
Izuku swallowed again, trying to focus. His head was still pounding, swimming through a miasma of tipsiness. “Are you sure?”
Kouda nodded.
It had been a while for Izuku since anything remotely physical happened. Who knows how long had it been for Kouda? Since Satou decided to screw some management student and leave him high and dry?
Okay.
They were doing this.
After a bit of scrabbling, Izuku’s drunken fingers managed to undo the button of Kouda’s jeans, brushing against Kouda’s firm abdomen. He unzipped them, revealing Kouda’s dick straining against his soft grey boxers, a wet spot forming at the tip.
His thumbs slipped under Kouda’s waistband, pulling his underwear down, and –
Oh.
Hairless, like the rest of him. A deliciously hefty five to six inches, give or take, with plenty of girth and a deep peach tip.
Izuku swiped his thumb through the pearl of precum at the tip, trailing it down along the thick vein of Kouda’s shaft. Kouda shuddered, letting out a breathy sigh that sent a spark straight to Izuku’s own dick.
Izuku lightly gripped the whole thing, gently stroking it. He looked towards Kouda’s face. The blush had completely faded. A bead of sweat trickled down Kouda’s forehead, mouth parted as he took in the sight.
Izuku shifted, gripping more firmly as he continued to stroke, faster this time. Kouda continued to leak copiously into Izuku’s hand.
Kouda reached out, carding a hand through Izuku’s unruly mop of hair as his breathing grew shallow, coming out in little gasps.
Finally, Izuku released his grip, and gazed down at the now glistening mess before him.
One thought vaulted through his hazy state of mind: he needed to see if it tasted as good as it looked.
“Midoriya, what are yooouuuuu -” Kouda gasped as Izuku clumsily took him in his mouth.
It really wasn’t the length that gave Izuku trouble. If he could take Todoroki’s seven incher, then he could handle Kouda’s half footer. It was the girth.
Izuku’s mouth stretched almost to an uncomfortable degree. It was like trying to shove an entire beer can in there. There was no way it was going to all fit. He pulled off, coughing a bit, waving off Kouda as he asked if he was all right. He sat back on his knees, hand continuing to slowly stroke Kouda’s porker.
Time for a different tactic.
He leaned back in and tongued up the shaft, lazily swiping across Kouda’s slit. Kouda let out a quiet moan, then clapped his hands over his mouth in embarrassment. Izuku chuckled, and licked his way back down, spending some time swiping at the balls, nipping at the soft skin. Then, he made his way back to the tip, this time only taking in the first couple of inches into his mouth, enjoying the exquisite clean taste.
He shoved his hand down his own pants, tugging at his own erection, desperately needing his own relief, the pressure having built up in his own belly. His other hand slid under Kouda’s sweater. Yep. His original thought had been right. Kouda was built like a brickhouse, his stomach all firm muscle. He managed to give a pec a squeeze as well, earning another squeak.
Maybe someday he’ll get to see more. Taste more.
It wasn’t much longer – again, how long had it been since Kouda had seen any action? – when Kouda let out a low groan, his hand tightening in Izuku’s hair. Izuku took it as a sign to suction down and hold on.
“Ahh! I’m – I’m – fuck!”
Kouda’s hips lifted off the roof as he came straight down Izuku’s throat. Izuku almost gagged, but managed to swallow it all, savoring the deep earthy flavor.
(Even in his tipsy/horned up state, Izuku wondered if this was related to his quirk, being nature based. Did everyone’s quirk affect how their bodily fluids tasted? How had Todoroki’s tasted? Would Sero’s taste like adhesive? Shelve that one away for a notebook later. A very secret notebook.)
Izuku’s own dam burst, warmth flooding out. He moaned around Kouda’s cock as he came messily into his pants.
He released Kouda with a satisfying pop as he flopped onto his back, staring up at the sky.
Stargazing. He’d come up here to do some stargazing and get wasted, just to forget everything for a moment.
Instead, he ended up hooking up with a classmate.
Because why not.
Izuku watched as Kouda gingerly pulled himself back together, tucking his now flaccid member into his pants. His eyes widened, as he jolted up and stared at Izuku.
“Oh gosh – I – I’m so sorry! I just – I didn’t mean to – it, it had just been so long and -!” Kouda dragged his hands down his face. “That was – oh GOD.” Once again, the full-blown blush returned.
Izuku pushed himself back up, wincing at the now cold fluid congealing in his pants. He patted Kouda on the shoulder. “Hey, it’s fine, it’s fine really. I mean, you did ask so politely.”
Kouda peeked at him through his fingers. “Are-are you sure? I mean, we were kinda drunk and, and – was that consent? Can drunk people consent?!”
If Izuku didn’t know any better, Kouda almost sounded like him from their first year. Before he became all bitter and war torn and useless.
Wonder what his therapist would say about that.
“Easy now.” Izuku rubbed Kouda’s back, hoping to calm him down. “You’re good. I’m good. We’re all good. It’ll be okay.”
Kouda squeaked but lowered his hands. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
Izuku smiled.
He still had issues, for sure. He still needed to figure what to do next, what to do with a quirk running on fumes, what to do with his friends and Todoroki and All Might, what to do about being a hero or not –
But he and Kouda were okay.
Satisfied, for the moment, as much as two brokenhearted guys could be.
Closer than before, for sure.
Swapping bodily fluids would do that.
Maybe closer in the future.
He gathered Kouda up in a somewhat more sober hug than before.
He could feel Kouda relax, leaning into Izuku.
“I’m sure.”