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💜7 mins in Heaven with Dabi: Pt. 7 FINALE💙

Continuation of Part 6

Warnings: Underaged drinking, Lemon

You woke up to sunlight hitting your face. The first thing you noticed was a blanket covering you and the absence of Tomura. Memories from last night hit you like a freight train and you groan, shoving the blanket off.

"Well, good morning to you too," Tomura calls out softly, suddenly crouching down beside you.

You felt sick and nauseous as the events from last night became more clear, your brain no longer foggy from sleep. Throwing your hands over your eyes, you clench your teeth.

"Is it a good morning? Is it really?"

Gentle hands pry yours away from your face. "Hey now, none of that. You did the right thing by telling both of them."

It takes a second for his words to sink in.

"How do you know I told both of them?"

Tomura shifts so he sat on the floor and you roll onto your side to face him. "Well, considering you were up at 4 in the morning and came out crying, there's only one other guy I know who is also up at that time."

He rolls his eyes playfully.

"And Touya miraculously had zero blood on his face when I saw him again and I don't think he was in the right frame of mind to get everything off. He was in bad shape."

He gives you a pointed look as he finishes, but a small smile appears on his face anyway. You sigh in defeat, feeling numb.

"I don't think Hitoshi is ever going to talk to me again," you whisper.

Tomura shifts again and worms his way back onto the couch, forcing you to press your back tightly against the cushions.

"So tell me what happened," Tomura says gently.

You take a deep breath and start telling him everything from the moment Touya saw you in the hallway, not missing the look of surprise Tomura gives you when you tell him how Touya backed away to give you space to decide.

The part with Hitoshi had another wave of tears blurring your vision, but Tomura listened patiently, playing with your hair as you talked. When you finished, you took a deep breath, feeling somewhat lighter.

Tomura hummed and was quiet for a while, processing everything you said. The fingers in your hair had you feeling drowsy again and much more relaxed than before.

"Do you remember when I said they've been acting weird around each other for a while?" Tomura asks finally, breaking the silence.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you nod.

"There's a story, but I have to tell you about the night Keigo and Touya brought you over to Hitoshi's place first," Tomura clears his throat before continuing, "I know Keigo was the main one who dragged you along, and he doesn't just do that for anyone. Keigo is a friendly guy, but I learned later of how Keigo and Touya knew you."

By now, your eyebrows were permanently furrowed as you waited in anticipation for him to continue.

"I have to say, as soon as you made that comment about Mimi being the only pussy Touya can't get, I was a fan and I wasn't the only one," Tomura shoots you a knowing look, "however, when you left and Touya followed you out, we all kinda assumed something was going to happen at your dorm and I could see the disappointment on Hitoshi's face. You might've not seen it but throughout the whole time you sat next to those boys, they looked like they were going to explode."

"Nothing happened," you confirm, remembering that something almost did, but those girls walked by and reminded you who Touya was.

Tomura nods. "I know. Touya came back here pissed as hell and Yo couldn't help but laugh and crack jokes which didn't help his mood. We were all amused which seemed to aggravate him even more, but he didn't leave. Usually, if Touya is denied more than once, he moves on to the next, but for some reason, he's stuck on you."

"Maybe he likes the challenge," you suggest.

"Maybe," Tomura agrees. "Keigo ended up telling us about the 7 minutes in heaven situation and we asked Touya if something happened then and all he said was that the first thing you said to him was that you didn't want to do anything and nothing happened."

You were silent, processing everything that was being discussed about you behind your back. So Hitoshi knew this whole time?

"I know he probably tried to seduce you, we all know, but you denying him a second time? I think he liked it."

Tomura went silent after that as you had an internal battle in your head about what to do about the situation and the choice you had to make.

"I'm scared if I pick him, he'll get what he wanted and move on. Like he wins,'" you admit finally.

He nods in understanding. "That's honestly a possibility. I've seen Touya do that to girls before, but none have kept him waiting as long as you," he furrows his brows briefly, "but you did say he made that comment you in the bathroom so maybe he's serious."

Shivering slightly, you pull the blanket back up around you and Tomura. "I don't understand Hitoshi then. If he knew what happened between Touya and I this whole time..."

Tomura cuddles you close, wrapping an arm around you as you tuck into his chest for warmth.

"Now, with the story I have to tell you, I want you to promise to listen all the way through before saying anything," he says softly but sternly, making you somewhat nervous. You nod against his chest silently.

"Yo, Keigo, Touya, and I have all known each other since the beginning of high school and for the majority of that time, Touya was in a very serious relationship."

Your eyes widen in disbelief, but you remained silent.

"I'm aware of how shocking that sounds, but let me finish," he clears his throat before continuing. "Hitoshi and Kat were the last two to join our little group and he and Touya clicked instantly. They did everything together and..." He sighs wistfully, trailing off.

"To make a long story short, Touya's girlfriend cheated on him with Hitoshi."

You gasp, pulling back from Tomura's chest abruptly, wide-eyed. He shoots you a warning look that he wasn't finished, knowing you already had a million things to say.

"Apparently," Tomura stresses, guiding your head back to his chest, "it had happened before Hitoshi and Kat knew us, so Hitoshi didn't know she was already in a relationship, and it was never confirmed by the girl. Hitoshi swears on everything he had no idea until he met Touya's girlfriend one day, without knowing she was Touya's, and flirted with her, hoping for another hook-up..." Tomura cringes slightly, and you could tell he was remembering the situation. "Touya...confronted...him and said how long they'd been together when Hitoshi came forward and confessed."

Too much information was swirling around your head as you tried to piece everything together. You couldn't imagine Hitoshi hooking up with his best friends' girlfriend knowingly...right?

"Touya was heartbroken and obviously ended the relationship. At the time he believed Hitoshi, but we all know he has some resentment over him. Their friendship wasn't the same after that, and once we came here for college, he became this..." he trails off, looking for a word.

You stayed silent as promised.

"Well, you know. Whatever he is now," Tomura concludes. "I personally think that he's just trying to fill that void that never left. As for Hitoshi, I honestly don't know."

He paused for a second before adding, "Okay, I'm finished now."

"Holy shit," the words left you in a rush, feeling air being punched out of your lungs. Your brain was whirling with thoughts and questions, not knowing where to start.

This time you pulled back again, not knowing what face you were making, but Tomura snorted slightly.

"Do you think it really happened before Touya and Hitoshi knew each other?" Was the first question out of your mouth.

He furrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his lip in thought. "I'm...not a hundred percent sure. As much as I love him, Hitoshi can be a secretive guy and only confides in his brother when he needs to. All I know is that one of the main reasons he and Touya bonded so well is that they're both determined and go after what they want. He's just more...calculated."

An unsettling feeling rested in your gut as a knock came from the door.

"Tomuraaaa," came a hoarse voice.

Tomura rolls his eyes and calls out, "It's open!" You heard the door open and you peeked an eye over Tomura's shoulder seeing Yo stumble in. He immediately spots the two of you on the couch and wanders over, collapsing on top. You both grunt as Yo makes himself comfortable.

"What are we talking about?"

Tomura sneers and shoves him off. "We're talking about how you need to go brush your teeth. Didn't you shower and do all of that at Kat and Hitoshi's?"

Yo lays like a dead weight on the floor, not even bothering to get up and he mumbles his reply. "M'passed out as soon as we got there."

Tomura takes a deep breath to calm himself and you move the blanket off to get up. He shifts as well to get up, stepping over Yo and making his way back to the kitchen.

"Let's go get some breakfast," he calls out and the idea has your stomach rumbling. Yo groans and slowly stands up.

"Gimme 10 minutes," he mumbles, wandering to the bathroom as you stand and stretch. Yawning loudly you wobble slightly from the stretch, noticing Tomura staring at you from across the room fondly.

"What?"

"Whoever you pick, they're one lucky piece of shit."

The muffled sound of a shower turns on.

~*~*~*~*

Half an hour later, you found yourself sitting in the same booth as yesterday with Yo and Tomura. The conversation you had with Tomura played like a broken record in your head as you tried to figure out what Touya and Hitoshi's goals were or if there even was a goal.

Everything seemed deeper than what it was and it was all so frustrating and confusing. The table was silent, Yo still clearly hungover as Tomura played on his phone. What may seem like a comfortable silence to them was awkward for you.

You eyed Yo wearily.

He held his head in one hand as he absently drank from a sugary frappucino, staring out the window with strained eyes. Just knowing he was also told of the 7 minutes in heaven situation made your skin crawl. Sure, you haven't had much time to talk with him but-

He knew.

You freeze up next to Tomura remembering that Yo was the one who gave you the truth-or-dare option at the party last night. You almost jerk away, uneasiness settling like a weighted blanket over you.

What was going on? Tomura was there too and tried to calm me down, but what if he's been messing with me too? Is Tomura actually my friend here?

Overthinking everything that's happened in the past few days, you fumble out of the booth, feeling like you couldn't breathe.

"(Y/n)?" Tomura asks, a worried and confused expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Restroom," was all you managed to get out before bolting down the hall. Memories of you and Touya against the wall flash vividly in your mind briefly. This time though, you actually enter the restroom and into the nearest stall trying to calm your racing heart.

Breathe, (Y/n). If he had other intentions, he wouldn't have told me that story this morning. He hasn't pushed me towards either of them and has helped talked me through things.

Okay, maybe they all know about the situation and how you and Touya met, but they also know nothing happened. Trying to convince yourself everything was fine, you sigh and think of a way to calmly walk back to the table and maybe get more information out of Tomura and Yo when the restroom door opens.

"-told you he wouldn't care."

A pause.

"He hasn't been with anyone for the past few weeks, of course we're all curious."

The one-sided conversation made it clear a girl was on the phone, and it was painfully obvious who she was talking about.

"Whatever. It's not like she knew if we hooked up that night or not...you're just an ass who wanted her to pick you."

You furrow your eyebrows as it was silent before she snorts a laugh.

"See? Karma is a bitch, huh 'Toshi?" The girl mocks teasingly as your jaw drops open, your heart thudding faster in your chest. She laughs again and says something else you didn't register, too shocked to even breathe. Her saying goodbye tuned you back in as you open the stall door, mustering the courage to walk by and see just who it was.

You meet her gaze in the mirror, watching her eyes widen in shock and freeze in the middle of applying lipgloss.

'Last night was soooooooo fun, baby~'

Saying nothing, you hold her gaze a second longer before walking back out into the donut shop and back to Tomura, a few tears finally sliding down your face.

He notices and puts his phone down in a panic. "What happened?!"

You cross your arms over your chest and stare straight ahead, knowing if you'd look at him, you'd break down.

"Hitoshi can go to hell."

~*~*~*~*

You ditched class and spent time with Tomura and Yo for the rest of the morning. After telling them what you overheard in the bathroom, not only was Tomura livid but Yo seemed pretty upset about bro-code being broken.

He earned himself a slap on the head for that, courtesy of Tomura.

You understood what he meant though. If Hitoshi did what you all suspected him of doing, he also framed Touya. It was sad because even though Touya had a reputation you already knew of, Hitoshi tried to twist it even further.

The girl had come out of the restroom not long after you, dashing through the donut shop to the exit.

"Think she'll tell Hitoshi?" Yo asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Tomura scoffs, looking disgusted. "Let her. I would love to hear how he can talk his way out of this one."

You also asked Yo about the truth or dare question and he said Kat had whispered the idea in his ear and he was too drunk to comprehend anything so he just went with it. Both you and Tomura make a twisted faces and Yo apologizes, saying that he should've never done the keg stand.

You went silent after that, feeling empty while rethinking every situation you had with Hitoshi. Sure, you were torn between him and Touya and you never meant to lead them on so is that why Hitoshi tried to make you pick?

But then to make me feel guilty last night and get mad about the text...?

"-(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Yo was waving a hand in front of your face looking concerned. Blinking, you snap out of it.

"Hm?"

"We're going to invite Keigo and Touya, is that okay?" It was sweet that Yo asked, but you weren't sure if seeing Touya so soon was a good thing. You needed answers first without him.

"Sure, but I can't miss my next class. I have a project due in less than two weeks that I haven't started." You'd be gone by the time they'd show up anyway.

Tomura nods silently, but you could guess that he saw through your words. "I'll message you and tell you everything." He picks up his phone again and you tell him your username.

decayedy0uth followed you

decayedy0uth: 🩵

You manage to crack a smile and Tomura gives you a hug in the booth. "We'll meet up later, okay?"

Distracted, you leave the donut shop with a headache.

~*~*~*~*

It wasn't a surprise halfway through class you felt your phone buzz. Expecting to see Tomura's message, your heart drops seeing that it was Hitoshi.

brainwxshed: (Y/n) please can we talk

Anger and sadness flared through you again watching him type.

brainwxshed: i can explain eveything i swear. please.

Hesitantly, you start typing back.

you: explain what? that you set up Touya and lied to make yourself seem...better? oh and you had the nerve to get mad at me for coming forward and being honest and truthful about the text i accidentally switched up because i didnt want to see YOU hurt?

you: i dont need an explanation. i understand perfectly.

brainwxshed: nononono that's not it. i mean yes you're completely right, but my intention wasn't to hurt you. or my friends. i really like you.

Funny way of showing it, you thought bitterly.

You don't respond, tapping your pencil against the desk as you tried focusing on your now-abandoned project. Hitoshi keeps typing then stops, his username taunting you.

brainwxshed: can we talk in person? i promise i'll explain myself.

Is the message he finally settles on, making you frown.

you: im in class.

brainwxshed: after...later. i dont care when i just need to talk to you. you can pick the place.

The campus library was the first place that came to mind. It was quiet and had individual study rooms for students.

you: library in 45 minutes. everything, hitoshi.

brainwxshed: i swear. thank you, (Y/n).

It was time to end this once and for all.

~*~*~*~*

Your class ended twenty minutes later and you got to the library early since you kept being pulled away from your project. Snorting softly, you remember just a few days ago if you never went with Keigo and Touya to Hitoshi's dorm, all of this drama would've been avoided and the project could've been finished.

While sitting in one of the individual study rooms, your phone buzzes.

decayedy0uth: okay so touya is pissed. rightfully so, but we had to leave the donut shop earlier and now we're at his dorm trying to calm him down...he kept saying how he promised to give you space but he's worried really wants to check in on you. i missed seeing this side of him...

decayedy0uth: anyways, how are you holding up?

Touya's concern warmed your heart but first...

you: if i tell you, promise not to say anything to anyone.

decayedy0uth: promise.

you: im meeting with hitoshi soon.

decayedy0uth: okay...text me after.

Smiling slightly, you heart his message loving that he always understands.

"(Y/n)?" Hitoshi's voice called out gently, making you turn. He was early. Leaning against the door, his left eye was swollen and sporting a shiny black and blue bruise, his piercing missing. Wincing, you feel some of the anger dissipate. Motioning for him to come in, he does and slightly closes the door behind him before sitting in front of you.

He didn't look good and you were sure you didn't look the greatest either.

Knawing on his lip ring, Hitoshi runs a hand through his wild purple hair before meeting your gaze. "I fucked up."

Your mouth parts slightly, shooting him a 'really?' look, but he keeps talking.

"It's just..." He sighs heavily. "I do like you, and I know how Touya sleeps around and leads girls on. I didn't want you to fall for it and go down the same path. When you came over that one night it seemed like you wouldn't and when Touya left with you..."

He takes a deep breath looking away.

"But he came back and told us how you denied him twice and I thought maybe I had a chance. It sounds selfish, I know. Sex is always the goal for Touya, but later that night when the rest of the guys fell asleep during the movie, Touya and I were still up. Me with my insomnia and him because well...he must've been thinking."

You sit up straighter with this new information.

"He just turned to me and said 'she'll be mine,'" Hitoshi smiles sadly, "obviously I thought he meant just for hooking up and I didn't want to see you hurt. He's done it to enough girls."

His voice shakes.

"He woke up Keigo and they left after that, Yo and Tomura following. When I messaged you later and heard your dorm broke down, I genuinely was offering a place to stay with no ulterior motives. That night after you fell asleep, I did...text Touya, which was immature and stupid to do, but he just texted me the same thing he said earlier."

You scowl at hearing Hitoshi tell Touya you were staying at his place, and he looks away ashamed.

"The girl who said that at the donut shop is a childhood friend of mine. She slept with Touya before and he did the same thing to her that he does to every girl," Hitoshi frowns, clenching his fist. "She was so heartbroken because he told her everything she wanted to hear just so he could get in her bed."

Silence.

"I had to listen to everything my best friend did to her, without a care in the world, only to sleep with her roommate the next night," he swallows heavily before clearing his throat, "anyways, I had told her that I met someone I was interested in and that Touya was also after her. Since she fell victim to Touya before, she said she'd help me out."

By now you were almost in tears again. Both Touya and Hitoshi seemed like they had unresolved tension that needed to be cleared. After hearing what happened to Hitoshi's childhood friend, you could understand the motive and felt bad. It was still fucked up in a way, but you wondered if Touya did that to Hitoshi out of revenge for sleeping with his girlfriend in high school.

Hitoshi was looking at you, unguarded and worn down, clearly waiting for a response.

"I'm going to ask you a question and I want the absolute truth," you say quietly but sternly.

Hitoshi nods.

"Did you sleep with Touya's girlfriend in high school knowing they were together?"

Shock flickers over Hitoshi's face and you could see that he wanted to ask how you knew that, but his eyes fall again, dropping his head into his hands.

"...Yes."

~*~*~*~*

'Hitoshi swirled the drink in his plastic cup, looking out at the crowd of people at the party. The music was too loud, but since his brother is such an asshole-

"Stop looking like that, Hito. It's fine." Katsuki elbowed him roughly, taking a swig of his beer.

"Why are we even here?" Hitoshi groaned playfully.

"What do you mean 'why?' We're graduating high school soon so why not see what we'll be doing next year," Kat grinned manically, eyeing a group of college girls that walk by who giggle when they see him staring.

"I don't think so," Hitoshi said monotoned, but couldn't help but eye the girls as well.

Kat snorts and turns to a group of people who called his name, knowing people who already attended this college.

Hitoshi had to wonder why the hell he agreed to come with his brother. He didn't care for loud noises or large groups of people, but he promised he'd try it. Just this once.

Kat's group of friends introduced themselves to him and he nodded a hello. Kat was just about to say something when a person in the center of the room stood up, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yelled, "Anyone down to play spin the bottle?!"

A chorus of cheers could be heard and Hitoshi felt his arm being tugged as Kat pulled him towards the crowd.

"Kat!" Hitoshi scolded, not really trying to escape. Once a large circle formed around a table with a single bottle in the center, the guy who suggested the game spun first. Hitoshi watched, intrigued, as the bottle slowly came to a stop in front of him.

The crowd cheered and Kat cackled.

"Truth or dare?" The guy asked.

Hitoshi groaned, annoyed, but a small taunt from Kat in his ear had the spark of a challenge flare in his stomach. He glanced at his evil twin and shot him a glare.

"Dare."

The crowd cheered

The guy who asked grinned. "I dare you to pick someone and do 7 minutes in heaven."

"Holy fuck," Kat wheezes as he claps him on the back.

Hitoshi shifted his stance nervously glancing around the room. He didn't want to pick anyone. These were all college girls and he wasn't someone who could just sleep with just anyone. Glancing around, a familiar face stood out and he watched her walk around the group.

"Hey," Hitoshi called, trying to get her attention. It seemed to work because her head snapped up in fear before recognition flickered in her eyes seeing him. She then realized everyone was staring at her.

"Yeah?" She asked hesitantly.

"Come do 7 minutes with me," Hitoshi said cooly, hoping his eyes were saying that he needs help to get out of this. The crowed 'ooh-ed' his confidence but he glanced at his brother, knowing he recognized her too.

"Okay," she shrugged and dragged Hitoshi into the nearby closet.

"I'll set the timer!" The guy cackled, tossing a condom at Hitoshi before closing the door on them.

Pitch black.

"So-" Hitoshi started before he felt lips on his. Stunned, he stood motionless as she tried to get him to kiss back before pulling away annoyed.

"What?"

"Aren't you dating that one guy from our school?"

"Hm?" She murmured, kissing down his neck instead. Hitoshi bit his lip to suppress a moan.

"You...dating," he murmured, tilting his neck as his head swam with pleasure.

"We broke up," she mumbled back, fumbling with Hitoshi's pants. A few alarms went off in his head, but a soft hand wrapped around him that had them going silent.

Did they really?

Before he could ask again, the girl dropped to her knees and Hitoshi's head fell back against the wall.

"Fuck..."'

~*~*~*~*

"You didn't know!" You exclaim loudly, forgetting you were in the library. The story Hitoshi just told you had you hating this girl with every fiber of your being.

Hitoshi looked even worse than before. "I feel like deep down I did. She was cheating on him before me...that's why she was at that party. She had a college boyfriend...who was there."

"Oh my God? Hitoshi! Please tell me she doesn't go here," you look at him in horror.

Thankfully he shook his head.

"Nah...she got a scholarship to another college."

You sigh in relief, having one less situation to worry about.

"Why didn't you ever tell Touya the truth?" Nothing made sense anymore and you just really needed them to talk.

Hitoshi stares at the table, eyes empty.

"I thought he'd hate me more if I told him I did sleep with her. I didn't know the truth of them still being together until he confronted me later on."

You stand up and lean over the table to cup his face in your hands so you could look him in the eyes.

"She lied to you. To him. Tell him the truth." Your voice was stern as he stared at you brokenly. "C'mon, I'll text Tomura we're on our way."

Packing your stuff quickly, you pull out your phone.

you: tell everyone Hitoshi and I are on our way over. He and Touya need to have a long conversation alone. preferably without fists.

decayedy0uth: oh god...what did you do

you: get the truth.

~*~*~*~*

Hitoshi led the way to Touya's apartment and your feelings were all over the place, but mostly exhausted from everything you learned today. When you two arrive, Hitoshi hung behind you as you knocked on the door.

Keigo opened the door silently, shooting a look at Hitoshi. He let his gaze linger before turning away, leaving you to close the door yourself.

It was deathly silent in the dorm, all of the boys sitting in the living room staring at you and Hitoshi. Awkward wasn't a strong enough word to describe the atmosphere. Your eyes immediately find Touya's and he was seething. His hair was sticking up everywhere from what you could only assume was from him running his hands through it constantly.

Clearing your throat you decide to speak up.

"I don't hate Hitoshi."

All eyes turn to you.

"What he did was...a choice," you turn and give him a pointed look, "but I don't hate him."

"But-" Yo starts to speak, but you cut him off.

"Touya." You call out, meeting his burning gaze. "Hitoshi has something to tell you."

Nudging Hitoshi, he jerks.

"Uh...can we talk in your room? No fists...just words." Hitoshi attempts a grin but it comes off as a grimace.

Touya's eyes flicker to you briefly and you nod once. Silently, he stands up walks towards you two and around, down a long hallway. Hitoshi takes a deep breath and you pat him on the arm gently for reassurance before watching him follow.

You only turn back to the rest of the boys when you hear a door close.

"What truth?" Tomura finally speaks up in regard to your text.

Taking a deep breath you walk over to the couch and sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as your eyes start to become heavy. "'s not my place to say."

You weren't sure if Tomura replied or not because your eyes were already closed. Low muffled voices of Keigo and Yo could be heard as you were lulled into a deep sleep.

~*~*~*~*

"C'mon, (Y/n)," Tomura murmurs. "Let's head back to the dorm." He was shaking you slightly and you grumble, sitting up, realizing you were now laying on his lap.

"What time is it?"

"10 pm," Tomura groans, yawning. That had you waking up more, looking around to see Hitoshi and Touya standing next to each other staring at you.

Both of their intense gazes had you flushing, still not fully awake to process what was going on. It was a relief seeing that they were in one piece and had no new visible bruises.

Standing up you yawn and rub your eyes, seeing that Yo and Keigo took turns giving Hitoshi a bro-hug goodbye.

Shooting a look at Tomura, he catches it and nods slightly with the promise to tell you everything.

Not knowing what to say, you watch Tomura say goodbye to them before turning to you. "We'll wait outside," Tomura says gently, patting your arm before leaving with Yo. Keigo says something about a shower and takes back off down the hall.

Now left in front of them, you don't feel as intimidated as you would've before. Hitoshi opens his arms slightly in question and you smile softly, giving him a hug.

"I don't deserve you," Hitoshi whispers in your ear so soft you almost didn't catch it. He hugs you tighter and you felt your heart clench and drop in confusion. "I'm sorry for everything and for handling it poorly, but you still helped me and saved my friendships."

Just over his shoulder, you see Touya watching fondly with no jealousy or envy in his eyes.

"Thank you, (Y/n)," Hitoshi whispers one last time before pulling away, not before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes felt watery because it sounded like closure and that this was something he needed to do. Deep down you knew he was doing this for himself and for his own sake, but it still hurt because like you realized, you didn't hate him.

You don't think you ever could.

He sees the look on your face and laughs softly, ruffling your hair. "What's that look for? We're fine. We're all still friends," Hitoshi says and Touya finally comes up next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders.

You stare at them the best you could with blurry eyes, deciding to respond to Hitoshi's comment, hoping he knew you didn't hate him or that you didn't want to stop talking to him. After everything that's happened, you're just happy he made peace with Touya and hopefully the two can move forward.

"I forgive you."

~*~*~*~*

Tomura had basically told you that they were in Touya's room for hours and while you slept they watched a few movies.

"They looked a lot better when they came out," Tomura said as you two curled up under his sheets, "relieved, I mean."

You two had gotten back to the dorm and took turns in the shower before Tomura offered you to sleep in his bed. Sleeping on the couch for a third time did not sound fun.

You hum and listen as he fills you in, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

"Their eyes were swollen too. From crying," Tomura says in awe. "Whatever was talked about was needed like you said." So they didn't tell everyone else yet. Maybe sometime in the future, but right now they needed to process it on their own.

"I'm just happy they're okay now," you confirm, "that everyone is okay."

Tomura rolls on his side to stare at you. "Not to sound pushy but does this situation impact your decision? Or did you decide?"

Hitoshi's words echo in your head.

"I think it was decided for me."

Turning to meet Tomura's questioning gaze you tell him what Hitoshi said. It's strange, but you don't cry this time, and he cuddles you close when you finish.

"Can I tell you something without you getting mad?"

You nod.

"I think having Hitoshi tell you that makes it easier for you to not feel guilty for liking Touya," he whispers.

Rolling that around your head for a while, you sigh and pull away to look at him. "Why are you so perceptive?"

Tomura snorts.

"Psychology major."

"Ah..." That explains it. All the advice and comfort he's shown you made sense now and he was damn good at it too. "I do like Hitoshi, but after he told me about his friend getting involved when on the other end, Touya gave me space. He might've resented Hitoshi before the conversation today, but at least he was equal in letting me choose."

Tomura hums, drowsily.

"I don't think it was decided for you, I just think now you can embrace your true feelings and move forward."

"...Isn't it too soon?" You whisper.

"I'm sure they talked about you, (Y/n)," Tomura's words start slurring. You let it go after that, knowing he was right.

His deep breathing eventually lulled you to sleep.

~*~*~*~*

A few days later you decide to text Touya just to see how he was doing. Although the friend group still met up, you tagging along as your dorm was still not fixed, Touya kept his distance from you, laying off the flirty comments but still included you in conversations. Hitoshi doing the same, but it felt just friendly now. Their friendship wasn’t going back to normal overnight, so the awkwardness was present when everyone was together.

Katsuki met up with everyone at some point and he stuck by his brother’s side, on guard and looking at Touya until they disappeared for a short while, only to come back looking friendlier.

Touya has also cut off his endless supply of girls, which surprised you more than anything. Tomura gently reminds you that Touya had cut off his supply of girls since the first party and smirks when your face flushes red.

Pouting, you pull out your phone.

you: hey how are you doing?

bvrnt.eros: what's with the formalities? we just saw each other a few hours ago?

You roll your eyes.

you: yeah, but we were with everyone else. i didn't have a chance to ask you personally if you've been doing okay...

You saw him type and then stop, biting the inside of your lip not knowing why you felt nervous.

bvrnt.eros: i mean...im as good as i can be i guess. it was a lot to process and it's just weird now.

bvrnt.eros: reflecting back on what i did, i mean. but i should be asking you that question...are you okay?

This is it...

you: well...i've been doing a lot of thinking...and i know you said you'd wait for me and...

Leaving it open-ended you ease into it to see what he says before continuing.

bvrnt.eros: (Y/n)...

you: i just don't want to ruin what you and Hitoshi are trying to rebuild. but i thought about everything and the one thing that stuck out to me was how you always put me first, Touya.

you: and you never lied.

What once was a choice was now abundantly clear.

bvrnt.eros: fuck...

bvrnt.eros: can you come over?

You bolted out of Tomura's dorm without responding, the door slamming shut behind you.

"...Bye?" Yo calls out from the kitchen, a spoon hanging from his mouth in confusion as Tomura grins knowingly, placing his chin on his folded hands.

~*~*~*~*

As soon as Touya opens the door, you hug him tightly, catching him off guard as he stumbles back. That familiar woodsy musk and sandalwood smell invades your senses as you bury your face into his neck.

"Hello to you too," he teases in that flirty voice you've so desperately missed. His arms tighten around your waist, hugging you back as he kicks the door shut with his foot.

The movement put you two off balance and you end up swaying gently and Touya sighs softly, squeezing you tightly. It was just a hug, but it felt more intimate and had all the built-up tension poured into it. Arousal swirled low in your belly just from being pressed up against him.

"Thank you," you mumble against his neck, not missing the shiver when your lips brushed against his skin.

Touya hums and pulls back, moving one hand away from your waist to tilt your chin up. His eyes were low, burning with that smoldering gaze you used to despise.

"I should be thanking you," he murmurs back, eyes tracing every little detail on your face. "I learned a lot in the past few days not only about my past but also what I want for my future."

"Hm? What's that?" You ask dreamily, watching him study you just like he did in the bathroom at Tomura's. He hummed lowly, a grin pulling at his lips as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You couldn't help but smile back, tilting your head as you leaned closer to him.

"Are you going to kiss me now?" You barely finished whispering the question when his lips finally meet yours. His groan echoed the noise you let out, tightening your hold on him. The almost-kisses were worth it if it meant the real thing would feel like this. Your knees felt weak as his tongue stroked yours, the feeling of a metal ball had you reeling in pleasure.

His hand that was gripping your chin, tilted your head back more as he kissed you deeply, the rush of it wearing off as Touya slowed the pace and took control of it. Your head felt dizzy as he pulled back to bite your bottom lip, smirking slightly before diving back in for another deep kiss.

The whine you let out was embarrassing, but damn him, you forgot he knows what he's doing and that he does it well.

"So pretty..." Touya praises, pulling away to kiss down your neck, marking you up as he tried to find that one spot that would-

"Touya~" You gasp, tilting your head to the side as he marked you, his responding growl making you shift your stance. Without taking his mouth off of you, Touya moves his hands to your ass, picking you up as he walked down a hallway.

"Keigo's not here by the way," Touya murmurs against your neck, which had you coming back to reality a bit, feeling bad you forgot they share a dorm. He kicks open his door and you don't even have time to look around his room before he gently lays you down on his bed.

Pulling away, your eyes were unfocused as you tried to stare back at him. He was above you, eyes lidded and dark as he made sure you were watching him when he took off his shirt. The abs on his stomach catch you off guard as your gaze eventually travels to his broad shoulders and lean but muscular arms.

Tattoos covered his arms and although you couldn't see his back, you could see the edges of ink on his ribcage. Your mouth dries at the sight, knowing that he is always in baggy clothing, so seeing him like this was making you squirm.

He smirked again, placing his hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. "Like what you see, dollface?"

Narrowing your eyes, you take a deep breath and reach down, grabbing your sweatshirt to pull it off. It didn't sound like Touya was trying to be cocky, but the look of surprise on his face was enough to tell you he forgot who he was dealing with.

That endearing look came back and Touya lowered himself to kiss across your collarbones, kissing down your chest and stomach with a clear destination in mind. "These too, (Y/n)...please." Placing a kiss above the top of your pants, he stares up at you through his wild messy hair.

Did I do that?

Nodding, you give him the permission he needs to strip the rest of your clothes off your body, now only leaving you in your panties. You felt shy, not knowing what to expect as he had a lot of experience. He seemed to sense it though because he kissed your thighs gently.

"So beautiful, (Y/n)," a kiss on your inner thigh, "so perfect..." Touya groaned, this time placing a kiss over your clothed pussy that had your hips jerking. "Nono...please...lemme taste you. Lemme eat this pretty fucking pussy."

His tongue comes out, soaking the fabric as you gasp under him.

"God, (Y/n), ever since that day outside your dorm I felt this pussy throb against my leg and I just wanted to..." A growl leaves him as he pulls your panties to the side, mouth latching onto your clit directly that had your hips coming off the bed. The tongue piercing rolling over your clit had curses falling from you, Touya gripping your thighs tighter as he ate like a starved man.

It was embarrassingly loud how wet you were, the smacking sounds of his mouth against your pussy as he groaned heavily, panting as he leaned up on one arm to use his other hand to part your swollen lips. "Oh fuck~" Touya slid his fingers through you, collecting your wetness as he stroked your clit gently before moving down to your entrance. He looked as far gone as you felt. Leaning his cheek against your thigh, he kisses it once and watches your face as he eases a finger inside.

Your mouth dropped open and your head fell back, "Touya!"

The sound he made in response to you saying his name had you clenching around his finger. "Yeah? Lemme find that spot for you, dollface...wanna make you cum~" He sounded drunk and the heat was building in your core fast, the sounds leaving your mouth long and high.

It felt so fucking good and when a warm and wet mouth attaches itself to your clit again, that finger twisting before curling up had you crying out, gripping his hair as your orgasm washes over you. Touya works you through it, all too happy to be trapped in between your thighs as you ride his face, his mouth following your clit when you tried to get away.

"S-sensitive!" You cry, tears of pleasure blurring your eyes as Touya slowed his suction, a muffled whine vibrating against you.

"Mm...yeah okay, I'm done-" Touya pulls off, sucking your juices before sliding his tongue back to your clit making you squeal his name again. "'M coming up..." he pulls away reluctantly, looking thoroughly fucked out and satisfied.

You couldn't imagine what you looked like, breathing heavily, face flushed. He leans up over you again, kissing you softly and you whine from embarrassment tasting yourself.

"Okay?" He asks gently, pulling back once you two slowed your breathing. Nodding, a genuine smile graces his lips, a dimple appearing on the side of his mouth you've never seen before.

The discovery distracts you long enough to not realize that Touya pulled his pants down and tore open a condom wrapper to roll it on. "I'm going to go slow okay?" He whispers gently, pulling your ruined panties off as he settles in between your legs again.

Your arms wind their way around his neck as he guides his cock to your entrance. He held eye contact as he went deeper, gritting his teeth as your jaw dropped at feeling small bumps move against your inner walls.

"What the fuck-" you whine, shuddering at the realization. The one dream you had days ago flashes vividly in your head and you cover your face with your hands.

"Does it hurt?" Touya asks softly, panting and he gently pried your hands away from your face. He stopped pushing in and you felt dizzy not knowing how much was left or how far he even got.

The difference between this Touya and the one you dreamt about made your heart warm. He looked concerned, thumb stroking your cheek as he waited for you to answer. Taking a deep breath you shake your head and smile.

"I'm okay."

Touya kisses you again, going slow. He takes his time with you, learning what makes you feel good, pulling every moan, gasp, and mewl he could all while staring at you lovingly. He checked on you throughout, making you feel cared for and when he finally brought you to the edge, he held you tightly, whispering praises in your ear as he helped you ride it out. His own groans of pleasure let you know he felt everything you did and enjoyed himself just as much.

After, he cleaned you up and gave you a shirt to borrow as you two cuddled together under the sheets, content and happy. Being in his arms felt safe and after everything that's happened in the past week, all the hell that occurred, being here with Touya...

He felt like heaven.

~*~*~*~*

🚨!!!ATTENTION!!!🚨 All students in the SOUTH dormitories, the heating system has been restored. We would like to extend our sincere gratitude to other students who helped with accommodations. Once again, we deeply apologize for the inconvenience as the safety of our students is the utmost priority-

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mhamusings · 1 year

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In The Dormitory

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Denki Kaminari

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,139

Content (TWs): Top!Shinsou, Bottom!Kaminari. Begging, teasing, praise kink... pretty cute and fluffy smut I'd say, minor daddy kink

Teasing Denki had very quickly become one of Hitoshi's favorite pass times. Getting under the blonde boy's skin, seeing the wheels turn in his head as he picks up on every innuendo Hitoshi dropped. He couldn't help from smiling, even a little, when he made him blush. The redder Denki's cheeks got the wider Hitoshi's Cheshire-cat smile became.

Though he loved nothing more than when he was able to lock him up in his dorm room right before curfew came. Such was a night tonight, as he clicked the lock on his doorknob over and turned around to face his adorable little sparky boy. Just as Hitoshi had expected, Denki sat on the edge of his bed with his arms folded around his mid-section, his golden eyes following as Hitoshi roamed the room and his soft face still rosy-pink. Hitoshi stopped his pacing just across the room from where Denki sat, a good 3 strides keeping them apart from one another.

"This isn't the first time you've been in here like this,"

Hitoshi began, running his fingers through the top of his wildly-unkempt indigo hair, "so what's with that look?”

He knew exactly what was with that look. He'd been trying to pull that expression out of the blonde since early that morning. Denki's aversion to his eyes, him subconsciously licking his lips, the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he focused on his breathing. His eyes shifting around quickly, unsure of exactly where to look. His adorable bout of uncharacteristic shyness.

Hitoshi knew exactly what it all meant. Of course, that didn't mean he was above making Denki say it out loud himself. He did love to tease the poor boy after all.

"You know exactly why I look like this." He argued back.

"I want to hear you say it."

Denki fell quiet for a moment, then his lips barely moved to form the words Hitoshi wanted to hear.

'I'm sorry," Hitoshi stepped across the room, seamlessly leaving the wall and softly pushing Denki onto his back, bracing his hands on either side of his head, " don't think I caught that last part."

"I, I said it was because you turn me on!"

"That's my good boy." Hitoshi whispered, hot breath running down his neck. He was reveling for the hundredth time in Denki's submissive side, completely smitten by him. Knowing no one else saw this side of him- that the only thing anyone else knew him as was a flirty, air-headed, happy-go-lucky kid -made him love it that much more. This was his dirty little secret. He was dirty little secret.

Hitoshi pressed a firm kiss just beneath Denki's ear. He followed with a barrage of gentle kisses. He shifted his weight over his body, leaning onto his forearm still beside Denki's face. With his free hand, he gently trailed down his chest and rested his fingertips against Denki's stomach. He felt his sharp inhale- then slow exhale, watching him quiver under his hand. Kissing down to the nape of his neck. His kisses stopped as he suddenly and roughly, bit down on his smooth skin.

Denki yelped, his body involuntarily twisting before relaxing against the pile of blankets beneath his body.

"Not so rough.." Denki whined, his words trailing off.

Hitoshi dragged his tongue firmly along the fresh bite, listening to the pleased sigh come from Denki's mouth.

Once more he decided to bite down against Denki's bare skin, this time feeling tiny droplets of blood touch his lip. Denki yelled louder, a brief shout of pain.

Hitoshi's focused shifted to his face, slightly twisted in pain. He didn't move, didn't remove his lips from his neck. He shifted his weight again, sliding his hand off Denki's stomach to support himself, his arm that formerly braced his body now brushing down along side his cheek.

He pulled his mouth off Denki, a few droplets of blood along with his teeth indentations left behind.

"Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, gentle, he wanted to make it clear to Denki if he'd hurt him, he was sorry, and if he wanted to stop, they could. Denki took a shaky breath and nodded.

“I’m fine…”

Hitoshi looked at him, watching him stare at him.

Brainwashing may not allow him to read minds, but over the years he'd become exceptionally intuitive, being able to read people better than most. He could find their tic with relative ease and force them into speaking before they'd even realized they'd fallen for his trap. This wasn't the case with Denki.

He could read Denki better than anyone else. He almost could read Denki's mind.

Now, as he stared into Denki's adorable face, his eyes full of desire, he could easily read exactly what he was thinking.

Mark me, please.

With his tongue, Hitoshi gently licked the blood he'd drawn. His tongue dragged around Denki's throat, stopping here or there to bite and suck fresh bruises onto his skin. He kept quiet as he could, listening closely to each blissful sound out of Denki's mouth. His weak whimpers-turn soft, decisive moans sent chills down Hitoshi's spine. He rose up to admire his handiwork. Denki's neck was covered in fresh, dark bruises- a stark contrast to the boy's creamy skin, and the wetness from his tongue still visible all along his throat.

'I'm pretty damn good at that."

"Shut up." Denki turned his eyes away, though his lack of disagreement was a loud enough agreement for Hitoshi.

"'It looks sexy." Hitoshi informed him, pressing a firm kiss to his temple. His hand gliding down and stopping at his belt.

He swiftly unlatched his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down, all while maintaining eye contact with the boy beneath him. He slid his hand down, his the tips of his fingers brushing along his underwear, feeling just how hard he'd become.

"Really? After just a little kissing?" He taunted.

"You're just a really good kisser, so.. so that's why!"

Denki tried defending himself from Hitoshi's observations.

"Is that so?" As Hitoshi's hand curled around Denki's cock, he lowered his face to catch him in a kiss. His tongue gliding along Denki's lower lip. He kept an even pace as his lips massaged Denki's, his hand running up and down his dick.

Denki's arms wrapped around Hitoshi's neck, he kissed back hungrily. He sucked on Hitoshi's lips, his hips rolled against Hitoshi's hand, his body desperate for his touch. Hitoshi broke away from kissing him to watch his hips move.

"You look so cute when you do that."

"Just shut up and give me what I want already!" Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at his sudden, yet unsurprising outburst of desperation. Maybe he shouldn't have been so caught off guard that Denki wasn't playing around-he did endure an entire school day's worth of Hitoshi's special flirting.

"What do vou want?" Hitoshi asked of the mess of a boy- writhing under his touch. He refused to lose his control of the situation, no matter how much Denki's desire- or his own- was driving him wild.

"I... I want to cum! Please, please Hitoshi, make me cum!"

Hitoshi's hand slid under his boxers, once again wrapping his hand around Denki's hard-on. He listened as the skin-to-skin contact made Denki moan, his head rolling back against the blankets. Hitoshi ran his hand along, gliding up and down his lover's dick and watching as Denki unravelled before him. His breath quickened, his arms crossed over his face as he was practically panting as he was touched. Briefly moving his hand away, Hitoshi bore no attention to Denki's complaints and protests. He reached to either side of the blonde's hips and slowly stripped him of his jeans and his boxers, wordlessly shutting him up at the same time. He felt Denki's gaze on him again as he began once more just as he had earlier, letting his hand roam the length of his cock. After a few strokes he flicked his tongue over top of him, briefly, just enough to get a rise out of Denki and to taste his flavor.

If there was any chance he didn't have Denki's complete attention, he sure as hell did now. He once again drew his tongue around the tip of his cock, slower this time, eyeing him from below. His tongue continued tracing along, his eyes holding a dark, lustful gaze for Denki.

He wanted to cum too, badly. He wanted to be touched. He hadn't given Denki the chance to yet- he wasn't positive he was going to, either.

Hitoshi didn't just want a hand job. He didn't even want to feel Denki's tongue and warm mouth on his cock.

What Hitoshi Shinsou really wanted, was to fuck the cute blonde boy senseless. Make him scream his name with his dick deep inside of him, see the look on his face as he finally came inside his body.

And he had every intention of doing just that. But before he would, he wanted to make Denki himself cum. He stopped licking just long enough to take Denki into his mouth, sucking gently, gradually pulling more and more of him in, filling his mouth with his cock. He sucked carefully, licking frequently in different areas.

"Fu..Fuck, Hitoshi, I'm g-gonna, I'm gonna cum...

Denki, breathlessly panting, barely made out. His hips had begun to move in rhythm with Hitoshi, thrusting deeper down into his throat. Hitoshi felt his cock pulsate moments after his hips reached their highest point, driving into the back of his mouth. He made sure to grab him by the waist, snaking his arm behind his back, holding him in place as he came, filling his mouth. He dug his fingertips into his skin, leaving bruises on his shaking body. Hitoshi kept still, focusing on swallowing bit by bit, refusing to open his mouth and let any of Denki's sweet-tasting cum spill out like he were drooling. Denki's innocent, soft breaths and begging had taken a sharp turn as he moaned, loudly cursing his way through orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hitoshi!" He whined his lover's name, his body trembling in his arms.

A bit did trail down the corner of Hitoshi's lips as he swallowed the very last of it, letting Denki's hips go and slowly pulling his mouth off him. Denki seemed to be coming down from a euphoric high. Hitoshi once again crawled over top of him, unable to keep a smile from his face as he kissed his lips gently, ghosting over his mouth, slipping his hands up his shirt, gently tracing over his stomach. Denki kissed him back, still busy trying to catch his breath. Effortlessly, Hitoshi slid Denki's shirt off his body, only allowing a moment to pass where his lips were not attached to the other boy's. He pulled away only when he found himself desperate for air.

He looked into Denki's flushed, sweaty face, and drew his fingers to his lips. He slowly licked his first two fingers, holding Denki's gaze.

Denki's blush deepened. Hitoshi could see the anticipation on his face. He slid his fingers deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and wetting them.

As he dragged them out of his mouth, letting them linger at the tip of lips, he leaned over and breathed down his ear. His fingers glided down his bare chest, tickling down his thigh.

"Relax for me, alright cutie?"

Denki swallowed hard and nodded, taking a deep breath and forcing his body, rigid with excitement, to calm down and settle at Hitoshi's request.

"I... I'm ready, Hitoshi-kun. I want it.. please, give it to me."

Hitoshi slunk his arm beneath Denki's knee, scooping his leg up a few inches off the bed. He traced his fingers up the back of his thigh, barely brushing around his hole. Denki's breath caught, followed by a few short, high-pitched whines. He drew his fingers back, slowly pushing against the whiny mess of a boy trapped within his arms. High-pitched whines shifted into softer, lower moans. His back arched.

"P-please, Hitoshi-kun, don't make me beg." He begged, looking at the slightly younger- yet dominating, intimidating, powerful boy he'd somehow become a smitten wreck for.

"You're so cute when you beg though. I like it." As he explained, he obliged in Denki's desires and pushed one of his fingers into his hole. Hitoshi watched his eyes roll back in his head, listened as he groaned. He pushed deeper, sliding in to his knuckle. Denki breathed quickly, forcing himself to take breath as deeply as he could.

"This what you wanted?" He stared up Denki's creamy skin, the fresh bite and suction marks still a strong contrast from his natural skin tone. Without asking him, without telling him, he pushed his second finger inside along with the first. Denki let out a low moan, his body taking a few moments to adjust to Hitoshi's invading hands. Just seconds before he could finish adjusting to Hitoshi's fingers inside of him, Hitoshi's mouth connected with his torso. He trailed wet kisses along the parts of his mostly-untouched body, looking up into his face as he dragged his tongue from the blonde's belly up to the base of his bruised throat. He watched, pleased, as Denki shuddered in pleasure.

He gradually began moving his fingers, slowly curling them upwards and pulling back. He watched Denki's face, twisting and scrunching with what he hoped was pleasure- until finally he couldn't wait any longer.

He had to have him. He had to have him now.

He continued rhythmically curling his fingers against

Denki's sensitive body. Watching as he wiggled, twisted and squirmed from his touch made Hitoshi's mouth water. He sighed against his neck, leaving breathy kisses up his collar, throat, and finally stopping at his ear.

"Tell me, one last time, what do you want?"

Denki was still panting with each motion of Hitoshi's fingers, his back still arched and his eyes unfocused on anything. He looked over to Hitoshi- his eyes pleading.

"Fu.. fuck me, please Hitoshi-kun, I... I want you to fuck me." He breathlessly begged, getting the words out between each gasp to catch his breath.

Hitoshi pulled off Denki. He was gentle as he grabbed his arm and rolled him onto his stomach. Denki sighed happily, stretching his arms out in front of him.

Still fully clothed, Hitoshi first stripped himself of his shirt and then wiggled out of his pants, never tearing his eyes off Denki. He'd long since memorized what he looked like in countless indecent positions with countless indecent looks on his face, but he never grew tired of seeing it in person.

He ran his hand affectionately along the blonde boy's thigh.

"Get up."

Listening to his order, Denki rose from his stomach and got on his hands and knees. Despite not being able to actually see his face, Hitoshi could envision the anticipation on his sweet face.

He got on his knees too, running his hand lightly down his back.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes.. please, I don't want to wait."

"Please, what?"

Denki was quiet.

"Please, what?" He pressed his fingertips into his skin, hard enough to be unpleasant but not hard enough to bruise.

"P-please Daddy, I don't want to wait. Give it to me.."

He was whiny. So whiny. Hitoshi absolutely adored it, he'd exploit his neediness for his own pleasure whenever he wanted to. And Denki would let him.

It was really, to Hitoshi, an ideal situation.

He slid his cock out of his boxers, sighing pleasurably at the cool air. He pressed himself against Denki's hole and slowly pushed inside of him. As soon as he entered Denki's body, he couldn't keep from moaning. His body was so warm, so tight- his cock fit snug inside.

He enjoyed the sensation for a few brief, blissful seconds before he began moving, slowly, rocking his hips and thrusting in and out of him. Denki moaned at the movement, his head hanging down, his eyes twisted shut. He focused only on the pleasure Hitoshi gave him- each stroke of his cock giving him exactly what he craved.

Hitoshi felt good. He felt better than good. He felt incredible. The whole day he had spent teasing Denki-yet he's also been teasing himself. His mind had been plagued with thoughts of wrecking his body, of leaving him a sweaty, exhausted, happy mess on his bed since that morning.

And not once had Hitoshi given in to his own desires, his own pleasure, until now. Until he was completely inside Denki's sweaty body.

It was worth the wait.

"Fuck." Denki whined, his body rocking with each of Hitoshi's steady thrusts, " y-you're so.."

Hitoshi kept rocking his hips. With one hand, he reached across his body and raked his hand into blond, smooth hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling back hard and suddenly.

Denki yelped.

"I'm so what?" He asked, looking at Denki's face. His neck craned back, his eyes were unfocused and rolled over to look at him. His face was dripping with sweat, drool running down the side of his mouth.

"B-big.." he finished his sentence, trying unsuccessfully to keep from moaning out on an exceptionally hard thrust.

Hitoshi began to speed up. He left go of Denki's hair, instead using his shoulders to brace himself. He sped up more.

"Fuck, Denki.." He growled, digging his fingers into his back. He watched closely, his stomach jumping as Denki began twisting his hips. He moaned once more.

He listened to Denki's adorable whimpers as he tried to keep his pace up, shakily pushing as deeply as he could with each thrust.

"I'm.. gonna cum.." he groaned. Denki nodded, unable to speak. Hitoshi noticed the wet spot of drool that had spilled from his mouth and soaked a little spot on his bedsheets.

He rocked into him one last time, swearing in a low, growling tone, as he felt his body erupt with his orgasm.

"Denki.." he moaned out loud, pulling down roughly on his shoulders as he filled him with his cum. His orgasm rocked through his entire body for a long few seconds, leaving his body exhausted by the end. His body gave out and he collapsed into the small space between Denki and the wall, his arms around Denki's slender

frame.

"Wow." he looked up at his boyfriend.

Hitoshi kissed Denki's sweaty forehead, a few pieces of hair from his face.

"That was amazing, Hitoshi-kun."

"Yeah.. it really was." He pulled his body closer, not caring that they were both hot, sweaty, in desperate need of a shower. He just wanted to finally go to sleep after a long day of hero training, and sleep with Denki snuggled up in his arms.

"Get some rest, Denki."

Then, he shut his eyes.

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thatfeelinwhenyou · 9 months

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HANDS ON YOU — epilogue

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÈRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

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piedpiperart · 1 year

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Menagerie part 7

PART SIX

“Why did we have to come to the school so early?” Shinsou complained. Izuku felt bad for him, considering the dark marks under his eyes and the way he kept yawning and rubbing his eyes. He was pretty sure his tie was tied wrong too.

“That’s why I brought coffee!” Denki exclaimed, showing up behind the four of them. In his hands he had drinks with their names written on them in sharpie. How he knew what drinks to get, Izuku wouldn’t know, but when he took a sip he was pleasantly surprised to find it was hot chocolate.

“Marry me,”Shinsou sighed, clutching his coffee like a lifeline. He sipped it and practically melted. Denki just laughed, handing Todoroki his frappuccino.

“How’d you know what drinks to get?” Ochako asked as they made their way to the training gym. She had gotten some sort of sugary mocha.

“Ah I just guessed. We talked about coffee a bit in the chat so I knew Shinou was an addict and that Shouto hadn’t tried it,”Denki explained, and Izuku was in awe that he remembered all of it. Shinsou didn’t even protest about being called a coffee addict, only sipping his drink in bliss. “I figured a frap was a good beginner coffee drink. And hot chocolate for Izuku cuz he doesn’t like coffee.”

“Blasphemy,”Shinsou glared at Izuku with a look of disgust. Izuku waved his hand in distress.

“I-it’s fine, it just makes me really jittery,”Izuku hastened to explain. Shinsou just huffed and turned back to his coffee, so Izuku considered himself safe for the moment.

“How do you like yours?” Ochako asked, and Izuku turned to see she was talking to Shouto.

“I like it,” Shouto declared. Denki, who had gotten some sort of chocolate mocha, had offered Shouta to try some of his too. Uraraka then demanded to try some too, and they found that Shouta liked the frappuccino most, but liked the mochas too.

“Come on Shinsou, you gotta let him try,”Ochako pleaded.

“Yeah man, how will we know if he really likes coffee or just sugary drinks?” Denki cajoled.

Shinsou scoffed, hiding his coffee. “You keep your filthy hands away from my coffee.”

“I’ll give you some of mine!” Denki offered. Shinsou gave him a look.

“Izuku’ll make you some coffee tomorrow morning from Aizawa’s magic coffee beans,”Uraraka blurted, and Izuku startled.

“What?” He asked, and to his horror, Shinsou seemed to actually consider it.

“Sure,”Shinsou said, passing his coffee reluctantly to Shouto. He received the frap in return and gave it a disgusted look.

“Wait- what?” Izuku repeated. “Aizawa doesn’t let anyone use his coffee beans.”

“Think of it like hero training!” Ochako explained,”And besides, its for a good cause!”

“It’s for science!” Denki cheered. Shinsou shrugged, sipping the frap and immediately grimacing.

Shouto sipped Shinsou’s coffee and grimaced, giving a full-body shudder before passing the coffee back to Shinsou solemnly. “Don’t like it?” Shinsou teased, handing him back the frap. Shouto shook his head, mouth still downturned like he’d eaten a lemon.

Denki and Ochako, curious, held out grabby hands to Shinsou’s drink to try. With a sigh, Shinsou passed it to them too while Shouto coughed.

“I don’t like whatever that was,”Shouto managed to say. He took a big sip of the sugary monstrosity in his hands to rid himself of the taste. Izuku laughed, watching as Denki and Ochako tried Shinsou’s coffee only to dramatically gag and pass it back to him.

“Well I think it’s delicious,”Shinsou said pointedly, but Izuku could see his lips turned up into a small smile. It was cute.

Not long after that, they had arrived at the training gym, and Izuku and Uraraka led everyone through stretches before giving them a run down on Izuku’s quirk. Shinsou was the only one not so comfortable with fusing yet, so he opted out of that part. Ochako promised to show him some combat moves after demonstrating.

“Usually you just have to think about your feelings towards one another, and if they’re positive and you’re willing to fuse, it’ll just happen,”Ochako explained. “Movement and teamwork help a lot to activate his quirk though too.”

“It happens a lot by accident, but it doesn’t hurt and if you change your mind during any part of it, the quirk will deactivate,”Izuku explained. Shouto and Denki nodded enthusiastically.

“I like that your quirk has built-in consent,”Denki said thoughtfully, making Shinsou snort from his spot on the floor. He’d since finished his coffee and had confiscated Denki’s to drink.

“Alright, so Izuku and I are gonna fuse and then you guys can try it with him, okay?” Uraraka said, and gave a thumbs up to where Mic was grading papers on the bleachers. He returned the gesture and she turned to Izuku, offering a hand.

Izuku was nervous to have an audience this time, but laughed his worries away when Uraraka spun him around, and then suddenly they were one person. Denki clapped his hands, excited to see the process and to see Zura again.

“Ta da!” Zura posed, grinning. “Any questions?”

“Do you feel like one person or two?” Shouto asked.

“A bit of both,” Zura said. “I’m more of an experience,”They said thoughtfully. “I just feel like.. Love I guess. It’s hard to explain, sorry.”

“What’s your quirk?” Denki asked. “Gravity, right?”

Zura nodded. They were once again wearing an amalgamation of clothes from each other, but since they were mostly in UA gym clothes or workout gear, it wasn’t as chaotic as usual. “Uraraka has to touch things to make them float, but I can make anything float or get heavier.” As they said it, the empty cups around Shinsou floated upwards and then crashed to the ground. “No other questions?”

No one else had questions, so they unfused in a flash of light. “Who wants to go first?” Ochako exclaimed.

“It might be easier for Denki first, since we’ve already fused before,”Izuku pointed out, and Denki fistpumped. Shouto meanwhile sat down next to Shinsou to observe. Ochako stayed standing but backed away towards to two boys on the ground.

“Are you nervous? I’m kind of nervous but like also really excited,”Denki rambled, bouncing up to Izuku. “Do we.. we dance right?” Denki asked, extending a hand to Izuku.

“Um, yeah, if you want to?” Izuku smiled nervously, feeling a bit flushed from fusing already before. He took Denki’s hand and they awkwardly danced in small steps before Denki took the lead and hummed along to whatever song popped into his mind.

“You’re really good at dancing,”Izuku smiled as he was spun under Denki’s arm.

“Mina taught me,”Denki beamed. “She tried to get me to join the cheer team in middle school, but you know,” Denki shrugged, and Izuku felt little sparks through his hands.

Izuku hummed, and before he knew it, he was opening his eyes as Bolt. “O-oh woah,”He breathed. “I didn’t expect that to work so fast.”

“Woo!” Uraraka cheered. He turned to see her sitting down with Shouto and Shinsou, all who were smiling at Bolt’s excitement. “Try not to run into a wall this time!”

Bolt blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I.. how?? I don’t even know what I did last time,”He muttered. Tentatively, he took a small step forward. Nothing.

Bolt glanced over to Present Mic, who was watching them intently. He focused on a spot in front of him and- he hit the wall.

“I said don’t hit the wall!” Ochako’s voice rang out, much farther behind him than before.

“Ow,”Bolt whined dramatically, rubbing his nose. He turned, and squinted out at the group. “How do I stop going so fast?!” He called, a bit scared to move.

He wrinkled his nose, taking a step forward shakily. And then another. He kept focusing until he was a few feet away from the group. “You’re doing great!” Shinosu cheered, and Bolt’s concentration snapped. He immediately activated his quirk and tripped over his feet at the same time, landing flat on his face.

Barely concealed laughter rang out and Bolt groaned, pulling himself up off the floor. “Help?” He pleaded, looking at Shinsou in distress. Shinsou seemed surprised, but then shrugged.

“None of us have speed quirks, dude,”Shinsou said, and Bolt groaned again. “Maybe you can ask Iida. I bet he’s had the same issues.”

“That’s a great idea!” Ochako said, slyly putting away her phone from where she was filming.

“Hey-” Bolt started, trying to pick himself up off the floor before he activated his quirk again and suddenly crashed into the bleachers on the opposite side of the room, a few feet from where Mic was sitting. They hit awkwardly, unfusing at the same time and ending up sprawled half on the gym floor or on the bleachers.

Both of them groaned, and Mic asked how they were doing. “You okay?” Ochako called, and they held up a thumbs up from their spots. After a moment of stumbling, they made their way back to the group.

“Ouch,”Denki grumbled. “Coolest quirk, and 10/10 experience but maaan, why is it so hard to stop crashing into things?”

“Maybe you should call him Crash instead of Bolt,”Shinsou suggested, and Denki pouted.

“We should ask Iida,”Izuku thought aloud. Ochako passed him a water bottle and he sipped at it, then looked to Shinsou. “Weren’t you guys gonna train?”

“Bolt crashing into stuff would be too distracting. Plus it was fun to watch,”Shinsou smirked.

Izuku sighed amusedly, and turned to Todoroki. “You want to fuse now?”

“I… yeah,”Shouto murmured. He got up and pulled Izuku to his feet after offering his hand. “I don’t know how to dance though.”

“That’s okay,”Izuku smiled, “I was really bad at it before, but Uraraka’s been kind of teaching me. I can teach you if you want?”

“Sure,”Todoroki nodded, and Izuku offered his hands out for Shouto to take.

They took things slow, listening idly to the three chatting softly behind them. They did a box-like dance, Izuku leading as they got comfortable with each other. “Are you supposed to feel different.. Before?” Shouto asked uncertainly.

Izuku hummed. “Not really? There’s many ways to fuse, I guess dancing has just been the easiest to activate it. Is this okay?”

There was a pause before Shouto answered,”Yes,”and Izuku frowned, slowing down. “We can do something else if you want,”Izuku said, looking into Todoroki’s nervous eyes. He seemed to deflate at Izuku’s sentence.

“Sorry, I thought..”Shouto trailed off. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay!” Izuku rushed to reassure. “I’m not going anywhere if you want to try another time. We can try when you’re ready, or not at all. It’s okay.”

“It is?” Shouto asked, surprised. “I thought.. We’re friends?”

Izuku let out a breath,”Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to try my quirk. I’m happy to just hang out with you, and I’m proud of you for telling me when you weren’t comfortable.”

“Oh,”Shouto responded, eyes suspiciously wet.

“Do you… do you want a hug?” Izuku asked, holding out his arms. Shouto hesitated, but nodded, and Izuku wrapped his arms around his friend.

“Thank you,”Shouto said, and Izuku hummed in response, reveling in his friends warmth and pressing his face into Shouto’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, and when they went to pull apart they found they had become one person.

“What-” They stammered. “I thought- you didn’t want- No it’s fine- this is- this is nice,”They said, humming to themself. They looked over their arms and clothes, finding themself taller than usual. Their clothes were a mesh between Izuku’s hoodie and the gym clothes they were wearing, and they had to brush their bangs out of their face to see it. They pulled some hair closer to see the colors but they weren’t sure up close. It reminded them of watercolors, with mixes of pink and red and green and white in all shades. They hummed quietly, thinking and feeling for a moment.

“Oh my god! Your hair!” Uraraka cheered. “Can you even see??”

To-Izu- they turned towards their friends and calmly walked over, sitting so they were all in a circle. “I can see fine,”They said, mind still occupied with new thoughts and feelings.

“Are you… okay?” Shinsou asked, tilting his head to the side. It was hard to tell what they’re feeling without being able to see their eyes.

“I am good. This is nice,”They said with a slight smile. It was nice to be around friends. Shinsou made a face.

“Have you decided on a name? Do you know your quirk yet?” Denki asked, bouncing in his seat. He looked like he was restraining himself from touching the fusions clothes or hair.

They took a moment, bringing their hands together in front of them. The others leaned forward from their spots, intrigued at what they were doing. After a moment, water began pooling into their hands and Denki gasped.

“It’s water! Maybe because Todoroki had fire and ice, so the middle ground is water?”Denki added, excited.

“Mn,”The fusion responded, and as more water pooled into their hands, it began to take shape as a bubble- like shape, floating off into the air.

“Aw, that’s so cute,”Uraraka gushed as more water bubbles floated into the air. Denki reached up to touch one and it jiggled but stayed intact.

“Can you control them?” Denki asked, poking another one.

The fusion didn’t respond, only moving their arms fluidly, and the water droplets came together to make a bigger, more fluid looking shape that circled around and through the group. The fusion hummed, smiling contently. “Rain.”

“Hm?”

“Rain? Is that the name you want?” Uraraka asked, taking out her phone. “Hey can I take a picture of you for Aizawa? He’s gonna be sad he missed another fusion.”

Rain nodded, an answer to both questions it seemed. The group didn’t let the silence of their new friend bother them, and went with the flow. It unnerved Shinsou a little, but with time everyone was relaxed. Uraraka and Denki filled the silence no problem, understanding that their fusion can be a lot of things to process at once, and they thought that maybe with two introverts, the silence made sense.

“What do you think about starting combat training then? We still have a little while before class starts,”Uraraka said, pointedly looking to Shinsou, who perked up.

“I’d be cool with that,”Shinsou nodded. Denki got to his feet with the rest of them, excited to start combat training too.

“I can show you some moves Aizawa taught me, but you’ll have to do other training on your own like running and weight lifting. It’s important to keep in shape,”Uraraka said, poking Shinsou’s noodle arms, and he jerked away from her and stuck his tongue out.

“I knowww, but that’s so boring,”Denki complained. “I wanna learn how to flip someone. But hey,”Denki said, turning to Shinsou,”Maybe we can train together, run to school or something.”

Shinsou gave him a look, already regretting the answer. “Fine,”He said reluctantly. “I don’t know weight training though.”

“That’s fine! I can teach you!” Uraraka but in, flexing her muscles. Shinsou was loathe to admit he was jealous.

“Oh my gosh you’re ripped! Can I feel your arm?!” Denki exclaimed, and Shinsou sighed, looking to Rain- only. Rain wasn’t there.

“Uh,”Shinsou stammered, when he caught sight of Rain talking to Present Mic, who gave the fusion a thumbs up and- Rain started walking towards the exit. “Uh guys- Rain’s leaving!”

“What?!” Uraraka and Denki exclaimed, turning to where Rain was nearly out the door. They let out a yelp and ran after them, Denki grabbing Shinou’s arm and pulling him along. “Rain! Where are you going?!”

Rain paused in their movements, waiting patiently for the group to skid to a stop in front of them. “Explore,”They explained. “New. Just looking.”

“Ah, everything’s new to you, right? I didn’t really get to look around much with Bolt being so fast,”Denki nodded like it made sense. Shinsou supposed it did.

“Oh!”Uraraka exclaimed, then ran to their bags, pulling out a notebook and running back. “If you want to write about things you see, you can use this! It’s Midoriyas, but he was gonna use it for fusion stuff anyways.”

Rain gently took it, and Shinsou realized just then how tall they were. “Thank you,”Rain said with a small smile. Then they turned a bit, pausing. “I go now.”

“Aw,”Denki sniffed, wiping a fake tear out of his eye. “They grow up so fast.”

“Is that.. Normal?” Shinsou asked, watching Rain walk down the hallway. At one point they stopped to touch the wall and then wrote something in the notebook before continuing on their path.

“Yeah,”Uraraka shrugged. “They’re their own person, you know? I think with Me and Izuku, Zura wanted to get stronger so we trained a bunch. Bolt wanted to control his quirk, but I think Rain just wants to explore. It’s.. It’s hard to explain but everything feels different and new,”Uraraka explained. And Shinsou could understand that.

“Plus, they’re both introverts,”Denki added,”I think they just wanted some peace and quiet or something. Might be nice for them to do it together.”

“Huh,”Shinsou hummed. Maybe someday he’d want to try it. At least for Rain, they seemed happy to exist.

“Alright! Time to kick butt!” Uraraka clapped her hands together.

Soon, Shinsou would be regretting not going with Rain on their impromptu adventure.

PART EIGHT

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 8]

Alternate Dimension AU

TW: Language, Mentions of Death, Descriptions of Violence, Scar Mention, Mentioned Body Horror

CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here]

Genre: Angst, Light Comedy

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

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YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Word Count: 3.8K

Notes: It's time for my bi-annual update of this bad boy LMAOOOOOOO see y'all in another half a year! (I'm kidding, I'll try to get more updates out before the year ends if my schedule permits lmaooo) Seriously, though, thanks to anyone who stuck it out even though I'm not a good updater! I really appreciate you all <3

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Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

28 July 2022

As you’d probably expected, your slumber did not last long, as you was reminded of why you had a hard time sleeping in the first place. Of course it’d come back to you in such a vivid way, now that you’ve returned home and back to the crime scene. You wondered how different it looked now, or if any of your belongings remained there after so long.

Your nightmares were always the same, back in that horrific alleyway. Three years, and you still haven’t forgotten. Three years, and you can still feel everything. Three years, and you can still remember looking up to the sky and seeing that all too familiar smoggy sky. You can still remember, and recite from heart, the prayer you sent out to whatever god was out there to just end your suffering there. And, as your pursuer pulled on your hair, you would always wake up, your mind sparing you from reliving all of that trauma and, usually, you’d decide to work instead, but this time the circumstances were different.

‘Another nightmare?’

‘If nightmares are all I have then I’d rather not sleep at all.’

‘Tea, darling.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I know, I just wish you were here, it’d be easier. Think you can walk me through that miracle recipe you usually make?’

‘Of course, why would I say no?’ Alex’s voice drained from your head and you made your way to the manor kitchen, ignoring the light in the library this time as you continued. ‘I’m sure you’ll have all the basics. Milk, honey, lemon, and whatever tea is available.’

You had always thought that the manor was too quiet at night like there were demons in the shadows and monsters in the closets. You remember that you used to wake up either Dick or Jason to come downstairs with you when you were younger. Dick, of course, always said yes no matter how tired he was, Jason would tease you about it and get upset but in the end, he’d follow, you always relied on them to scare the demons away, and, now that you thought of it, you weren’t sure what kind of demon would be afraid of a boy in bright spandex but that was beside the point.

Then you got older, you got older and suddenly you had your own younger siblings to watch over. You had to be the person to chase their demons away, but at that time, you had nothing aside from a flashlight. You remembered asking yourself if something were to happen, would you be defending your younger siblings or would they be defending you? You, a civilian, and them, the vigilantes. Hell, you were pretty sure your dad was friends with some demons.

‘And now the demons hide from you.’

‘Very funny, Alex. Once we’re back together no more prying into my thoughts, alright?’

‘I wouldn’t pry if you were so loud.’

‘You’re insufferable.’

'I just want to brighten up your mood a little, darling. Unclench your jaw.’ You didn’t even realize that you were until he mentioned it. You scoured the fridge and pulled out the required ingredients.

‘I’m not keeping you up, am I?’

‘Goodness, no, you could never. I’m just checking things on my end. We have what we need, when you’re ready, we can head home.’

‘I’m just worried that it was too easy. Nothing ever is with this family.’

‘Let’s just consider it a blessing, for now. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it otherwise.’

‘Right,’ you shook your head. ‘Have you located Cass yet?’

‘Cassandra is as elusive as ever. Carter and I have been keeping an eye out for her, though.’

‘Good, I think she’s the only one we really have to look out for,’ you looked over your shoulder. Your sister had a knack for stealth, one that you had been aware of since now. But, it wasn’t her famed stealth that concerned you, no, of everyone in this damned family, it will be her to find out that you’re lying. You were lucky enough to have landed here when she wasn’t at the house, otherwise, you’d be screwed.

‘We’re waiting outside for you. Whenever you’re ready.’

‘You’re outside? Be careful, I forgot to tell you both earlier about the traps.’

‘Oh, trust us, we know.’

Two Hours Earlier.

“Don’t move, don’t move,” Alex hisses to Carter, who was probably in the most uncomfortable position he’d ever been in.

“I’m not moving, dammit,” Carter takes slow breaths. “Thank god his highness made us play Twister with him so often.” He holds his position steady between the number of lasers that had suddenly sparked to life. “What’s our situation, Lex?”

“Best case scenario they’d slice one of our limbs off if we’re clumsy.”

“That’s the best case?”

“The worst case scenario is that they trip the alarm system and suddenly we’d have this Universe’s strongest family on our tails.

“Great,” Carter groans. “You know a lot about the Captain’s family don’t you?”

“I do,” Alex tries to turn slowly to a more favorable position. “You know, you could just call her (Y/N).”

“She outranks me though.”

“We worked together, she just happened to figure out the system faster than we did,” Alex sighs. “I also know you two have a certain... relation, if I may presume.” Carter nearly loses his balance, saving his position by grabbing onto a nearby flower pot.

“Fuck, wait, are you serious?!” Carter whips his head towards him with wide eyes. Alex only nods calmly, keeping his movements short as a red laser was right in front of his eyes.

“I wasn’t 100% sure, but considering your reaction, I can say that I am more confident,” he says. “You make a sweet duo.”

“Ugh… we were so careful,” Carter sighs.

"Not careful enough, hard to hide things from someone who's known her since we were seven," Alex scoffs. “Anyway, I do like you, Carter, you're one of the few people in the Brigade I'd consider a friend, so, with your best interests in mind, be sure to be on the watch for his highness. He might order for your head if he finds out,” Alex says with a teasing tone to his voice.

“Alex, please tell me that you’re not planning on using this against me, are you?”

“That depends on your future actions,” Alex grins.

“I’m so fucked.”

‘Oh, and do be sure to shut down the lasers, please, I think Carter’s getting a muscle cramp.’ You could easily picture his smirk.

Alex’s side went silent and you reveled in the quiet. You never liked this telepathy thing, it was always so violating in your mind, and truthfully in his too. You both tried to avoid it until absolutely necessary, such as now. It was a by-product of your own curious case of two souls interlinked to allow for eternal life, or, at least, until Alex dies. You paused, half waiting for him to say something, mainly to correct you, but no such thing came.

Courtesy of the ruthless queen, she always held it above your head, how indebted you were to her. If there was truly one person you hated, it was her. Even your father’s stance, as absolute as it was before, paled in comparison to the queen and the leash she had around your neck. You were certain that she was somehow keeping tabs on you even here, after all, to move without knowledge of her majesty is akin to treason.

You really should be more careful. As they say, it comes in threes. You’ve died once here, you’ve died once in the other world, and the next one is bound to be your last chance. You shook your head.

“I hope Alfred didn’t move anything since I was last here,” you mumbled to yourself. It would do you well not to think about it right now, you should be more focused on the mission. Like you said earlier, it was too easy.

“He didn’t,” Tim confirms. You glanced over your shoulder and Tim smiles softly. “That used to scare the heck out of you.” Tim and Cass were, in some ways, too similar, as much as they’d argue against it. The only difference between them was that one didn’t hesitate. Ever.

“Not anymore, I guess,” you respond. You pull out a tea packet and fill the water heater to its maximum.

“Hope you don’t mind if I join you.” He walks into the kitchen and pulls out a mug.

“Of course, I wouldn’t, let’s have a conversation, Timmy,” you nodded toward him, waiting for the water to heat. “Why are you still up?”

“Bruce asked me to go through some files, just some review stuff,” he answers. “Have you spoken to him?”

“Something like that.”

“I’m not sure if anyone told him.”

“I could tell,” you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. The water heater finished and you swiftly poured it into your and Tim’s mugs.

“Whatcha drinking?” He asks, nudging your shoulder. It was something he always used to do when you were younger. He was testing you. You nudged him back.

“Just something I saw on Pinterest.”

‘It’s like I don’t exist to you,’ Alex chides. You pay him no mind.

“Smells good,” he says. You both take a seat at the counter, silently blowing the steam away from the tops while seemingly trying to find out what to say to the other. Strange, you’d never thought that you’d feel awkward around Tim of all your siblings, yet here you were, with your words caught in your throat.

“How are you, Tim?” You finally ask. Tim taps his mug a couple of times, looking off into nothing while he thought of his response.

“I’ve been better, (Y/N), and you?” He tosses the question back.

“I’ve been better,” you repeated. “Crazy… everything that I found out today, and no doubt more, huh?” You ask. Tim could only nod.

“A lot has changed, (Y/N), I don’t even know where to start,” he shakes his head. “It’s okay though, right? We’ll have a lot of time to spend together,” Tim says with a small smile. Your chest clenched. Ah, Tim, what a horrible habit of his. You were worried that he already had you figured out. Had you slipped up somewhere? A mannerism you hadn’t done before?

‘Stop clutching your heart,’ Alex’s voice rang. Your hand dropped to your lap.

“I see there’s a new Robin,” you answered before Tim could get suspicious.

“Oh, no, Duke’s Robin trial’s over. He’s Signal now,” Tim explains.

“Another kid who fell victim to dad’s charms, huh?” You drank some of your tea, feeling your thoughts relax afterward.

“Something like that,” Tim mutters. “But, (Y/N)… there’s something different about you.” This conversation again. You had to stay on your guard, everything you say and everything you do can and will be used against you. Leave it to Timmy, always the skeptic.

“I mean… you know what happened,” you sighed. “Where’s Cassie?” You divert the conversation.

“Last I heard she’s helping out at Steel City,” Tim hums. “I should call her over,” he reaches for his phone, but you shake your head. Anyone but Cass.

“It’s fine, sounds like she’s busy, like you said, we have a lot of time to figure things out. I’m just proud,” you grinned. “I’m proud of all of you, looks like you’ve all been doing your best since I’ve been gone and… that makes me really glad,” you nudged his leg with your foot and he looks up from his coffee to you, a sudden grief in his eyes. You were telling the truth. You were worried about Tim more so than your other brothers actually, of them all, he was the most prone to overthinking.

“What do you think?” Tim suddenly asks. You freeze.

‘He asked if you feel any different,’ Alex fills in for you.

“I’m not sure, Tim,” you sighed. “I feel like myself but, at the same time, not at all. I saw the news reports already, so… do you think…?” You looked down at your hands. Now, to be perfectly honest, you’ve thought about this before, plenty of times actually. This body you’re in, is it actually yours?

“I mean… if I may,” Tim moves his chair so he can be a little closer to you and reaches for your hand. Instinctively, you pull away and Tim’s breath hitches.

“Sorry… muscle memory maybe,” you tried to cover for your actions, placing your hand on his instead. Tim holds it gently, observing your wrist in particular, but ghosting his hands around yours entirely. You gave him your non-dominant hand for a reason. You couldn’t come up with an excuse to explain the calluses on your sword hand. “You have scar marks all around your wrist here,” he says, tracing the faint outline of the jagged cut made into it. As he did so, it was like you could feel the sharp pain from before. “Your hand was the first one they found, you know,” he suddenly says, a sharp tone switch. Again, you pulled your hand away, rubbing your wrist softly now.

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered.

“They never found your torso.”

“And yet, here it is,” you said next. He’s testing your answers now. It’s too late to act afraid. “That’s why, I had a nightmare last night, a body without a torso was running towards me,” you lied. Tim frowned, taking a sip of his drink before continuing.

“I wonder… is your situation similar to Jason’s? Or is it completely different?” He says aloud.

“Well… I don’t think I turned into an asshole, so I’m pretty sure I’m different,” you laughed. Tim broke a small chuckle.

“That’s true, that’s true,” he nods. “How do you feel about this, (Y/N)? About coming back to life and all?” Tim seems to have relaxed.

“I mean… it’s strange. You know my thoughts on death,” you mumbled. “I’m a bit glad, though. Maybe this was a gift, you know? I still have to pick up my degree from the university, I wonder if they kept it,” you rest your head against your palm now.

“Your degree?” Tim asks.

“Yeah? You know I went to college, right?” You looked at him with disbelief.

“Well, yeah, of course, I know that!” Tim defends tiredly. “It’s just… did you not see it earlier? Bruce hung it over the mantle,” Tim points to the general area of the living room and your eyes widened slightly. You didn’t even notice that.

“Oh… I guess it slipped my mind, I was too busy looking at your Boy Wonder pictures,” you chided.

“Whatever, I keep telling Alfred to move those, it’s so embarrassing,” Tim grows slightly red before his smile falls again as if remembering something else. What was he thinking right now? What was going on inside that head of his?

“Tim, are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” he nods his head unsurely. He looks back down at his coffee. “No… No, I’m not,” he corrects himself. You hesitated before putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, do you want to talk about it? Is it my fault?” You asked. Maybe your sudden reappearance shocked him, or maybe you were wrong, maybe he hadn’t been holding up well.

“I just… (Y/N), I want to trust you, really I do,” he says, meeting your eyes once again. “But there’s something different about you, something I can’t really point out,” he shakes his head. He looks away again for a brief moment, as if in thought, then he looks at you, his eyes filled with the determination to solve the case that was you. “Who are you?”

“Timmy,” whatever warning tone was in your voice wasn’t intentional. Your hand moved up to his face, holding it as gently as possible. “I knew you’d be the first to find out.” You whispered. “And I’m so sorry, I love you, you’re my little brother but… I have to do this, please understand. It’s nothing personal…” In an instant, you slammed his head against the table, leaving him knocked out.

‘Well, that can only work once,’ Alex chides.

“I know,” you chugged down the rest of your drink. “Let’s get out of here.” You rushed out to the gardens. Dammit, you knew it, why did you entertain him? Five minutes, no, less. You had to get out of here as soon as possible. You spot your two teammates, both in compromising positions that they should care less about right now. “Don’t even worry about the security system! Let’s just go!” You shout, already configuring the device around your wrist. You heard doors slamming behind you, shouts or rushed speech, you didn’t have time to differentiate. The alarm system blared, no doubt a wake-up call, and the sudden lights that shot into the night sky, without a doubt, was to call the patrolling vigilantes back home.

“Ready when you are, captain!” Alex shouts. You couldn’t ignore the stares you felt. Which sibling was it?

“Count of three!” You shout. It can’t be Dick or Jason, they would’ve said something by now.

“Three!” Alex shouts. Tim was still knocked out, knowing him, he’d be hanging behind on the cams but a quick glance earlier showed that the garden cameras were fried beyond repair.

“Two!” Carter was next. Damian? No, can’t be, he would’ve reacted similarly to your older brothers, surely.

“One!” The three of you slammed your hands on the devices, a vortex quickly pulling you into your home universe.

The three of you tumbled onto the concrete floors of the Keep, your back slamming harshly against the table that, of course, Nixon finally bolted to the ground. Carter hit the wall, sending displayed weapons crashing down. And, as expected, Alex landed as gracefully as ever, standing up nearly immediately to brush the dirt off his uniform.

And, just like that, all your exhaustion caught up to you. The constant acting, the running around Gotham, running around the manor, and even the stress of your family. All in the span of two days, you deserved a vacation after even just looking at your father, that man just knew how to drain the life out of you. If you could, you’d rather sleep right where you were. Your lumbar vertebra only slightly fractured from the sheer force of hitting the table, but, give it a couple of minutes and it’ll be fine again.

As much as you hated to admit it, it made you feel better now that you were in a more familiar place. One that you felt comfortable in, at the very least. Sure, you spent the majority of your waking hours working in this place, but it was better than the stares you got over the two days you were at the manor. For once, these ugly concrete floors felt welcoming.

“Well, that went swimmingly, didn’t it?” Alex grins. You and Carter could only groan in response. You held up the flash drive regardless and Alex takes it from your hand. Then, as soon as the tingling feeling in your legs subsided, you took deep breaths.

“It almost went too well,” you shook your head against the cold floors. You pushed yourself up using the edge of the table. “Ugh… I’m beat, I’m going home,” you waved your hand absently.

“Oh, don’t forget to take lover boy with you,” Alex points to Carter.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, Carter, I’ll give you a ride,” you beckoned him with your hand.

“Oh, nah, it’s fine,” Carter shakes his hand.

“Okay, better for me, just walk,” you grabbed your keys from the counter, taking a glance at the clock next to you. “Oh shit,” you grabbed the digital device.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asks.

“It’s been two weeks here!” You shout. “Fuck! There’s going to be so much paperwork!” You ruffled your hair harshly.

“Ah, and so the captain faces her hardest battle yet,” Alex laughs, grabbing the door for you, “deadlines.”

“I can and will kill you, Alex.”

Cassandra stood at the top of Wayne Manor. Her knuckles had turned white from how hard she was gripping the chimney top. Maybe she shouldn’t have been lurking, but when Jason suddenly texted the group chat she knew she had to come immediately. But, when she saw you sitting in the living room, just waiting for your brothers to return, all the warning signals flew up in her mind.

Threat, thief, murderer, soldier, suspicious, trained, dangerous, and god knows how more. Cassandra couldn’t believe it, no, she didn’t want to believe it. You were just sitting there, how could you set off all those alarms in her head? Wait, how could you do that? You weren’t supposed to show those to her. You were supposed to be happy, relaxed, calm, excited, or maybe even worried or concerned. But, there was one signal that kept popping up over and over again in Cass’ head.

Liar.

You acted just like (Y/N), you looked just like her, you sounded just like her, but every subliminal thing about you was not (Y/N) Wayne. But, underlying all of those, was fear. Were you maybe keeping things to yourself? Was it to protect the family? Why?

Why did you steal those files from the bat computer? Cassandra saw all of it, staying hidden in the shadows just as she was taught, she watched you upload details on who knows how many heroes into a simple flash drive, and how that was possible, Cass didn’t know. The security system should’ve fried that drive and alerted Tim or Barbara as soon as you pushed it into its port but it didn’t.

Yet, you knew the password. She saw you. You typed in the correct password, but you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? Why would you? It’s not like Bruce had ever changed it from your birthday. For a computer harboring so many secrets, the password to access it was just so simple. Your initials, underscore, then your birthday. Two capitals and no spaces. Not just anyone knew that password, Cass had only found out off-hand when, surprise, she watched Bruce put it in. Perhaps it was what she read off of you when you typed in your password. Anxious, and maybe even melancholic. Why would an imposter feel sad about a password? There would be no reason.

It was that reasoning that convinced Cass that you were, truly, you. Just with different life experiences, maybe. More experiences than death certainly. She only overheard it, your story about the lab. But when you said that, all your body language indicated were lies. How different could it have been, though? What happened to suddenly change your mannerisms fundamentally?

Did it, maybe, have something to do with your heart? Why did you continue to clutch it so throughout the short time you were in the manor?

Cass had too many questions, all of which she’d know would go unanswered. Now, just as she watched you disappear with two unknown figures, she could only feel her knees buckle while she sat against the roof tiles.

She didn’t even get to say ‘hello.’