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When you are young, they assume you know nothin'
But I knew you playing hide-and-seek and
Giving me your weekends
I knew you
Your heartbeat on the High Line
Once in 20 lifetimes
Touya was bored, as he tended to be lately. He wasn't sure what to do without the League keeping him busy. He had a lot of free time but it wasn't like he could just go out and get a job. He hadn't been much of a career villain either, before Tomura's group. He just set shit on fire, but even that has its limits.
His weekends were dedicated to Izuku's company, and by weekends he meant Saturday evenings to very early Monday mornings. If they weren't fucking like rabbits, then they were just hanging out. Watching the teen do homework for school made Touya both grateful and bitter that he never finished middle school. He actually enjoyed learning but what in the actual hell was with that work? How did UA expect teenagers to hold a job via work studies, keep up with the core subjects, take at least three elective courses, handle the physicality of afternoon heroics following these long days, and still manage to find time for social lives and rest with only one day off? UA had a six-day school week and a 3.2 GPA minimum. Hero students were hardcore and he had a new respect for them.
Izuku's ridiculous schedule aside, Touya had a lot of free time. Only so much of it could be put toward cleaning his apartment and more recently, Izuku's place. One day a week to deep-clean each place still left him with four free days with nothing to do. After a particularly boring evening, he enlisted the help of the internet to find things to do. All signs pointed to getting a hobby. Either starting a new one or rediscovering an old one.
That is how Touya ended up on the floor of Izuku's apartment with a set of watercolours and thick sheets of paper. The hero student loathed throwing away gifts so he had a lot of things to mess with that would never be used otherwise. Apparently, the green-haired teen gave off vibes of being artsy/craftsy so people tended to give him sets. There was a whole closet filled with them. Knitting, crocheting, bracelet making, candle making, resin art, painting, comic making, origami, etc. The sets came with everything for someone who wanted to try the craft without buying too much. It was perfect for the former villain.
"Mew~" A little high-pitched sound drew Touya's attention. Another reason he hung out in Izuku's place; the tiny light orange and white tabby that the teen had found on patrol and brought home. Blue eyes met even bluer and both gave a slow blink.
"Please don't drink the paint water." Touya nudged the kitten's head away from his multi-coloured glass.
"Mrrow!" The feline rubbed her face on his hand, standing on her back legs to push herself into him.
"Can you wait five more minutes for me to finish this and then we can play?" The former villain tried to negotiate, scratching between white-tipped ears. The paintbrush was batted away and he sighed. "Yeah, I didn't think so."
Pancake Batter, as Izuku named her, played until she was tired, allowing Touya to go back to his art. The kitten curled up against his leg cutely, out of the way enough for him to paint with ease but still keeping him company. She hardly moved even when he did. The perfect crafting partner when she wasn't being playful and messing with his supplies. He’d never considered himself a cat person before, but he adored the orange little ball of fluff.
Touya quite enjoyed watercolour painting. He mentally added it to the list of hobbies he enjoyed, which was short but still growing. He seemed to like painting and there were so many ways to do it. If only he could go to a craft store or at the very least, order online from one. Being a wanted criminal was so difficult. Touya was putting the finishing touches on his newest work when his phone buzzed with a text notification.
Mothman💚
heading out on patrol. wish me luck!
The photo Izuku sent featured him in his hero costume. It was so different from what he had in first year while still keeping to the overall vibe. Touya couldn't help but find the boy adorable yet sexy. He wondered if he could get the teen to wear it home one day so he could see it in person (and take it off).
Izuku's new hero costume was a high-neck, sleeveless, teal tunic with black accents. A white cape rested on his shoulders hooked onto moth wing clasps. Wrapped around his waist was a red utility belt with a gold V in an orange flame clasp in the center. Loose but flexible black pants tucked neatly into blood-red combat boots. For his wrists and hands, he had elbow-length white gloves with a blue ring around the wrists. A pair of yellow goggles rested on top of his head.
He had designed the costume with his teachers, mentors, and predecessors in mind. All the people who helped guide him into the hero he was today. All Might, Eraserhead, Gran Torino, Endeavour, and even each vestige. Izuku told him he hoped to honour each and every single one of them every time he wore it. His growing curls were pulled into a half ponytail and a wide smile split his face.
Touya may still hate Endeavour, and will until the day he died, but he wasn't as obsessed as he had been. Maybe it was losing the entire League or it was because the man stepped down as a hero, turning in his license and everything. Either way, Touya had grown from his fixation on his father after those events and he acknowledged that the man meant a great deal to Izuku.
The teen stuck to his theme of capturing the attention of the Number One hero because now he worked with Hawks for his last work study before graduation. They would make a good match, ability-wise. Both were too fast to handle, could fly/float, and were long, mid, and short-range fighters. It did make Touya a little uncomfortable that his friend with benefits was working with his ex. Izuku also seemed to have some sort of grudge against the new number one, not that he would ever let it interfere with his work. He wasn't sure what that was about since the teen seemed to love all heroes.
Touya sent a quick 'stay safe' text back to his friend and decided to clean up. He relocated Pancake Batter to the sofa so she wouldn't get hurt accidentally. The moth charm on his bracelet tapped against scarred skin with every movement and made him smile. Despite it being a piece of merch that anyone could buy, it made him feel special knowing it was given to him by the hero himself. Like a mark of ownership that was echoed in the silver charm permanently around Izuku's neck.
Either Touya's 'stay safe' was ignored or unreceived, because when Izuku limped through the front door of his apartment, it was clear he hadn't heeded it. A smile that was half-grimace sheepishly formed on the teen's freckled face as he placed his keys in their holder. Pancake Batter eagerly ran up to the boy with high-pitched mews. She was scooped up and held to the hero student's chest while blue eyes roamed his figure.
"I'm fine, Touya, I swear!" Izuku appeased his friend's worries, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto a barstool. "The doctor checked me out, it was just superficial. Looked worse than it was."
The former villain approached the teen, standing a good half-foot taller than him. "Is it going to scar?" He wondered, tracing the white bandage wrapped around the boy's left forearm. At least it hadn't been his right arm. That had enough damage done to it.
"Doc says there's a high chance it will. Just another one for the collection I suppose." Izuku joked, bumping against Touya to move around him. He placed Pancake Batter, who had decided to fall asleep, in the cat tree he bought for his new family member.
Touya hummed noncommittally, trailing after his friend as he moved around his apartment. "Question." He stated as the teen pulled out a yogurt cup from the fridge.
"Answer~" Izuku teased, shoving a spoonful of strawberry yogurt in his mouth. Some of it smeared the corner of his mouth and the former villain wanted to lick it off. Probably would have if it weren't for his hatred of yogurt.
"Where did this one come from?" Touya tapped the inside of the teen's left wrist where a lumpy circle-like scar rested among a plethora of freckles. Izuku froze, spoon dangling from his mouth as he stared at his lover with wide eyes. "Sorry. It's just, you know where all of mine came from but I don't know any of yours. I'm curious. You don’t have to answer."
The spoon slowly pulled out of the teen's mouth with a wet pop. "My dad. He smoked, put the cigarette out on my skin. Did it a bunch, but only in this one spot. Sometimes, he didn't wait for it to heal or scar over before doing it again."
Touya grabbed his wrist gently and placed a kiss on the old injury. "Your dad sounds like a jackass."
"He was." The teen laughed, dislodging his wrist to scoop out more yogurt into his mouth.
"What about this one?" Also on his left arm, above the new bandage. This one was a couple of shades lighter than the hero student's skin tone and shaped like a firework. Touya had seen so many similar scars on his partner's body. He wondered if they all came from the same source or if it was a coincidence.
"Kacchan when he first got his quirk. Grabbed me when we were playing and Explosion went off. He didn't mean to." An unspoken 'that time' was not unheard. A soft kiss was placed over the mark.
"This one?"
"Fell out of a tree chasing a bird." Another kiss.
Touya kept going, tapping scars of varying sizes, colours, and shapes, asking about their origin and placing his lips on them once he knew. Izuku held a look of softness, amusement pulling at the corner of his lips and something dark dancing in his eyes. He didn't pull away from the former villain nor did he refuse to answer, so he continued on.
"I bit myself during a panic attack a little too hard."
"Kacchan when we were . . . seven, maybe eight. I tripped and fell into him, or in front of him. Sorry, I can't remember all the times him using his quirk on me scarred or faded."
"Brushed against a pan that had just come out of the oven."
"This kid I went to elementary with. He could sharpen his fingers into blades."
"Kacchan. Kacchan. Also Kacchan. If they look like this, it's Kacchan's handy work."
"My mom. It was a total accident, she didn't know I was there and was so upset at hurting me. I felt so bad."
Those were just the ones on his left arm, from the shoulder to his fingertips. Touya knew Izuku's body held an unfortunate amount of scarring, but he never imagined that a good ninety percent came from before UA. Before villains and battles in a war he was too young to fight in. Most telling a tale of a quirkless kid living in a quirked world, wanting to fit in but being cast out at every turn. He wondered if things would've been different if they'd met earlier. Back when he was a dumb kid with dreams bigger than his tiny body could handle. Would they have turned out differently? Better?
Izuku twisted his shirt off with ease, tossing it at his lover who dropped it into the hamper. His pants followed along with boxers and the compression sleeve, a silent way of telling Touya he could keep going. Blue eyes took in his form. He never got tired of seeing the boy's body. He wondered if he'd ever get used to it. Instead, he tapped the next scar on his list; a larger one on his shoulder. Another starburst-like burn.
"Kacchan. I remember this one perfectly. He told me not to apply to UA while burning my shoulder. Then, he told me to kill myself."
"And you still dated this guy?" Touya murmured the disbelieving question against his lover's skin, placing several kisses on the scar.
"You can't honestly think I make good, safe decisions? With everything you know about me." He had a point. Nothing about Izuku screamed ‘well-adjusted teenager who cared about his well-being’. Just look at who he was with. Touya had tried to kill him and his friends multiple times. "I don't regret dating him, though. It's what lead me to you."
The words were soft, careful in a way that Izuku was not. It made Touya's heart swell with fondness, equally glad that the boy's horrible relationship brought the hero student to him. It was probably the only good thing the spikey blonde had ever done for anyone.
Touya hummed against freckled skin, face flushed like it always got when Izuku said something sappy. Instead of replying, he tapped against another scar. The teen could probably feel the way his face reddened with how hot his skin liked to get when he got embarrassed. Thankfully, Izuku didn't bring attention to it and instead answered the silent question.
"Watabe-Sensei. Smacked a metal ruler into my neck because I 'talked back' to him."
"Kitagawa-Sensei. She locked a muzzle meant for dogs on my face in hopes of stopping my muttering. It didn't fit properly and cut up my jaw and cheeks. That's what all the little scars on my face are from. Except for these ones. Okamura-san threw a glass vase at my face and the broken glass cut me here, here, and here."
"Sawachika-Sensei. I don't want to talk about what he did to me. Please, I hate it."
Touya didn't push further, instead wondering how Izuku got to be so kind. How he ended up a hero, how he was still alive. How he managed to live, to survive in a world that was completely against him. Did he have anybody or did they all turn against him? Would he have, if they'd met earlier? He couldn't imagine it, but what if? Damn near every scar was caused by the hatred in the world.
"This one, then?"
"Toga. Caught me off guard out of uniform and slashed my chest.:" He vaguely remembered the girl bragging about that, holding his blood in a vial with unrestrained glee.
"Shigaraki or All for One, when they were combined. I wonder which quirk caused it."
"Spinner."
“A group of classmates back in my first year of middle school. They lured me up to the roof under false pretenses and jumped me. One of them filmed it. I wonder if it’s somewhere online. I honestly thought they were going to kill me that day.”
"Kacchan. Stabbed me with a fork when we were little cause he didn’t want to share."
"My dad. Pushed me down the stairs, I fell three flights, and set me on fire when he was drunk. I was seven."
"I don't actually remember this one. Huh. . ."
"Also Kacchan."
“A nomu.”
"Muscular."
"First year Sports Festival. The fight against Shouto. All of these are from that fight."
“Stain.”
"How about this one?" The one on his right bicep, larger than any other scar marring his body. It looked like a burn and was usually hidden behind the compression sleeve, so he very rarely saw it. Instead of answering right away, Izuku grabbed his cheeks and pulled him up to capture his mouth in a kiss.
"Touya. . ." He mumbled against his lips, deepening the kiss. Scarred arms wrapped around his bare waist, the metal of the staples leaving an odd contrast against his skin. The former villain could feel his lover's hardening cock press against his thigh and he moaned softly.
"You're distracting me from my task." He complained into the kiss, swiping his tongue against Izuku's. "I was almost done, too."
"That was the last one. I answered." Izuku tugged on the edge of his partner's shirt, pushing it up to reveal deep purple scars and his soft tummy. He couldn't help but feel slightly insecure next to the hero student's rock-hard abs and ridiculous muscles.
"You did?" He didn't remember the kid answering, just saying his name. Unless. . .
"This one is your handy work. First-year summer camp, you threw fire at me after I slam-dunked Compress to the ground. My skin was already damaged from fighting Muscular earlier and it burned off real easy."
"Oh." Touya stilled as did the fingers dancing across his bare chest.
"Don't feel bad or anything. We were enemies back then."
"I'm the reason behind the largest scar on your body?"
"Yep. I kinda love that, though." Izuku smiled fondly as if they were talking about a particularly nice gift he'd received. "It's like I have a piece of you always. I'll never be able to forget you."
Touya wasn't entirely sure what he felt about the words. His head went fuzzy like when he would get praised and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't imagine the face he was making, but thankfully, Izuku was too blissed out by the fact that he carried the former villain's mark on his skin. He pushed the teen onto the bed and situated himself between beautifully thick thighs, drawing him into a deep, open-mouth kiss. The silver and blue of Izuku's necklace that remained permanently on bundled together at the base of his throat. He's glad he got it in stainless steel, otherwise, it would've tarnished long ago.
"Mmm~ Touya, please." Izuku whined, pushing his hips up as if Touya was somehow unaware of the hard member pressing into him. He pushed his pants and underwear down in one swift move, kicking them on the floor to deal with later. Their dicks bumped against each other as he steadily grew with arousal.
"Lube, baby?" A strand of blackwhip extended towards the nightstand, pulling open the drawer, and wrapping around the half-empty bottle. It dropped on the bed next to his hand. Looks like their quirk training was working after all. Izuku hadn't had that well precision with the fifth user's quirk before. One day, he would get the kid to tie him up with it, but that was for future Touya.
He grabbed the bottle, sitting up on his knees. He popped the cap open and poured a generous amount of the thick liquid onto his fingers, smearing it by rubbing them together. "For the record, I did not get you naked just to fuck you. This is a bonus."
"For the record, I did get naked to tempt you to fuck me." Izuku looked up at him with hooded eyes and a devilish smirk that made Touya's cock throb with desire.
"You're cheeky."
"You love it." The teen teased, lifting his hips as lube-soaked fingers pressed against his hole.
"Maybe so. You're still a brat."
" Your brat." Fingers pushed into his body, causing his head to fall back onto the pillow. Touya slid the index and middle finger into his partner all the way to the knuckle.
"I guess I'm stuck with you."
"Hmm, oh!, yeah, you are."
Touya twisted his fingers inside the teen, pumping them in and out until Izuku got bored of waiting and demanded he put his dick in. The teen was so impatient sometimes but he hardly minded. Not when it meant he didn’t have to wait as long to slide inside the tight heat of his lover. Fingers pressed into the scarred flesh of his back with every inch, careful not to curl in.
He stilled once their skin connected and he could go no deeper. Blue eyes met green, dilated enough to see his own reflection in the white of his pupils. His hand came to rest over the large scar he’d apparently caused years ago, squeezing the muscle and watching those pretty eyes flutter softly. Without a second thought, he heated his hand up. Not enough to show flames, but enough to feel an uncomfortable heat against bare skin. Izuku moaned loud enough to echo around the room.
“Fuck, Touya,” the teen whined. His back arched, pressing their bodies even closer together. Heels dug into the back of scarred thighs, always careful of staples and where the skin and grafts met. “Please move. Please.”
Touya obliged, rolling his hips gently. They were too close together for him to properly pull back and thrust into the boy. Instead, they rocked together, not even an inch separating skin from skin. He sparked up his hand again, adoring the sounds it drew from his partner. His forehead fell onto the mattress, breath stuttering against a freckled shoulder.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Everything about you - it’s a work of art.” Touya whispered into the firework-shaped scar. “So good, just amazing. I’m in awe of you.”
Izuku whimpered at the praise, body clenching around his lover’s dick to the point of pain but he didn’t mind. “You are?”
“I am. How could I not be? Fuck, you feel so good. You are just a - oh shit - goddamn miracle. How do you - huh - even exist?”
“Spite, mostly.” Izuku laughed, drawing one out of Touya as well. His breath hitched as another long moan fell past his lips. “Cum in me, would you? I love feeling you, wish I could keep you in me forever.”
Love? It wasn’t in regard to him as a person but he couldn’t help himself. There’s no way what they had, what they were doing, was love. They’d only been fucking for four months now. They were definitely friends and he cared about the hero student immensely. But they weren’t dating, he would only be setting himself up for heartbreak if he let the little word get into his head. Nevertheless, the L-word coming out of Izuku’s mouth made Touya’s vision blur and his hips stutter. It took him a second to realize that simple word made him come.
He pushed himself onto his elbows, slightly shocked by what happened. Izuku looked up at him with barely concealed amusement, a smile tugging at his lips. He never came unless his partner either already had or was on the verge. He slid a hand between their bodies and wrapped around the teen’s reddened cock.
“Sorry,” Touya mumbled under his breath, face red in all the places where the skin was. He slid his thumb over the soaked slit, earning a sharp gasp.
“You’re fine, perfect even. Just keep doing that and stay inside me.” He could do that, no problem. His dick softened but the tight heat around him wasn’t unpleasant. The opposite actually, he quite liked being inside Izuku without fucking him. That’s a new one. Izuku seemed to be very good at helping him unlock new desires. The teen fell apart in his hand, gasping and whining. He twisted his wrist sharply and the boy came, painting both their chests with white spurts.
“I don’t want to get up.” The former villain complained. Sweat clung to his back and everywhere their bodies were connected. “We’re so gross though. And I have to change the sheets. We didn’t put down the cover.” Izuku started giggling beneath him, shaking his body with each laugh. “It’s not funny. I don’t want to move but I have to~”
“Just be here. Five minutes, just stay here with me. We’ll take care of everything after that.” Izuku’s fingers found their way up to white locks and combed through the hair.
“Five minutes.” He agreed easily, letting his full body weight fall on top of the teen. “Just five minutes.”
And when I felt like I was an old cardigan
Under someone's bed
You put me on and said I was your favorite
To kiss in cars and downtown bars
Was all we needed