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Izuku hated being back home. He’d always thought he would make it in the city, but a breakup followed by being let go followed by no one wanting to hire him due to damn politics left it so that he had no other choice.

It didn’t do well to break up with the son of wealthy fashion icons.

It wasn’t even like he wanted to break up with Katsuki. He’d been pretty happy, eager to come over and spend most nights in the same bed as his long-term boyfriend. He thought they were moving towards marriage even. Which made it all the more horrid when he walked in one day to find his boyfriend in bed with his assistant.

Katsuki had told him it was a one-time thing, that it didn’t mean anything to the blonde, but Izuku could no longer trust his friend turned boyfriend. He promptly broke it off and spent the next few days ignoring the increasing number of phone calls and texts.

That was until he was pulled into his boss’s office and told in no short order that he was being let go. They used other reasons, but Izuku knew better. Katsuki Bakugo was the heir to a fashion kingdom, rich as all hell and he could make or break anyone’s careers.

Apparently, he chose to break Izuku’s.

Izuku had been pissed of course, but everyone he talked to, his mother and her boyfriend in particular, simply told him to forgive Katsuki, to date him again even. Which is something he definitely wouldn’t do.

And now he was walking around town, trying to find an outfit for his mother’s wedding to her long-term boyfriend, Toshinori.

He turned quickly, hearing someone yell and saw a small, white-haired girl running towards the road with an adult chasing her. His eyes clocked the road she was close to, noting the speeding car coming up over the hill. She was so small, there was no chance that she would be seen by the driver.

There was only one thing he could do.

Izuku dropped his bags, forcing his body to run as fast as possible towards the girl. She noticed the car, screaming with fear even as his small frame tackled her out of the way of the car that didn’t even bother to slow down to check on the two people it nearly flattened.

He tucked the girl closer to his chest, taking the roll and skinning his arms and legs on the rough pavement before they landed in the grass. He took a shaky breath, uncurling around the girl who was crying.

“Are you ok, sweetheart? Are you hurt anywhere?” Izuku asked the girl. She looked up at him, tears creating rivers down her cheeks. She shook her head. “Thank you for saving me, mister.”

They both turned as a new voice called out, “ERI!” The little girl crawled out of his loosened arms, running over to the dark-haired man and purple haired woman who were coming towards them. “Daddy! Auntie!” The girl, Eri, cried out.

Izuku got up, dusting himself off. He was bleeding but it wasn’t bad, just needed a few bandages after cleaning the debris out and he’d be good as new in the morning. He looked up as footsteps came closer.

“My daughter says you saved her from that car.” The man stated, dark eyes boring into his soul. Izuku shrugged, “It was no big deal. I couldn’t let her get hit. That driver didn’t even stop to check on us.” He scowled at the road.

The man chuckled, “I see. What’s your name, boy?” Izuku frowned; he didn’t really like the way the man referred to him, but he answered anyways. “Izuku, sir. Izuku Midoriya.” The man nodded, “Well, in that case, I thank you greatly.” He handed Izuku a business card, the black paper embossed with silver. There was a single phone number on it and nothing else. “Please, call that number if you ever need anything. I am in your debt.”

Izuku chuckled darkly, “You wouldn’t happen to need someone who writes public pieces, would you?” The man tilted his head, “I am not sure. I have a good few businesses, but I let them take care of their own.”

The greenette frowned. He didn’t realize the man was rich and he really didn’t want to get involved with another rich family. “Nevermind sir. Thank you, but it was mostly a joke. Have a good day, Little one.” He offered up to the girl who was nestled on the man’s hip.

He turned around, walking away without another word.

Shouta frowned as he watched the green-haired man walk off. He didn’t understand why the man would change his mind so quickly, but the fact that he didn’t seem to know who Shouta was, that was a breath of fresh air. He turned to his sister, “Nemuri, did I say something wrong?”

She shook her head, “Not that I can think of. Maybe he was dejected about something?” Nemuri offered. He shrugged, “Eri, my darling. Please don’t run out into streets like that. You were very lucky that Mr. Midoriya was able to save you in time.”

His daughter looked up at him with wide eyes, “Sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to.” He smiled, “That’s alright, Eri. I know you didn’t. I just was really scared that I was going to lose you.” He walked them back towards the park, climbing into the car that was waiting for them.

Shouta watched as his daughter was pulled into a conversation with one of the guards, the young man telling the girl a crazy story about a dragon and princess that could turn into a unicorn. He smiled softly before addressing Nemuri.

“How sure are we that this incident wasn’t planned and that Midoriya isn’t a plant?” He asked quietly. Nemuri pulled out her phone, “I put in his name to our tech people, we should have something back by the time we get back to the compound.”

Shouta nodded, thankful that their team was quick and excellent at their jobs. It definitely made things easier.

Once back at the compound, Shouta sent Eri off with her own personal guards before turning to lead Nemuri into his office. They were joined by Hizashi, Nemuri’s husband and his best friend as well as their son, Hitoshi. His nephew was learning the trade, working to possibly take over if something were to happen to him before Eri was of age or if she didn’t want to lead.

“I took the liberty of going to the techs and grabbing what they have for Mr. Midoriya.” Hitoshi offered, holding up a folder. Shouta nodded, “Go ahead then. I’d like to know just who saved Eri today.”

Hitoshi pursed his lips, opening it to the first page. “He’s my age, we almost have the same birthday even. Until a month ago, he was living in Hosu and worked at one of those crappy Lifestyle magazines until he was let go and couldn’t find anything else. He used to date some fashion heir before breaking it off. They don’t mention why he broke it off, only that the company he worked for was called by the ex-boyfriend shortly before he was let go.”

Shouta hummed, “So he’s fallen on hard times. Makes the question about needing a job a bit clearer.” He waved his hand, “Go on.” Hitoshi nodded, “He currently lives with his mother, Inko Midoriya and her boyfriend, Toshinori Yagi. The two of them are to be married in a few weeks.” He frowned, “That sucks for the dude.”

Hitoshi glanced up, “Apparently, the prick of an ex-boyfriend is the son of his mother’s best friend. Midoriya and the prick have known each other since diapers.” Shouta hummed again, “Does it say anything about who he’s been talking to or his whereabouts since coming into town?”

Shouta sighed as his nephew returned to the file. “It doesn’t say much other than the fact that his internet history is clean and only shows his clear attempt at finding a new job, though he seems to only be looking Hosu again. I’m not sure if it is because that is where he is used to or if he simply wants to get away from here. There’s also a small note of an incident in high school where he was investigated for hacking, but the case was dropped after no one could prove it was him.”

Hitoshi closed the file, placing it neatly on his uncle’s desk. “So, what do you want to do?” Shouta hummed, “Nothing for now. We can put out a tracker on him if anything, see if maybe he’s going to meet with people he doesn’t need to be. But unless he calls to cash in that favor, we can leave him alone.”

The purple haired man sat down next to his mother and father. He knew his uncle was worried about the green-haired man, but it wasn’t his place to question any decisions that his boss and uncle made.

Shouta finished out the meeting, shooing his family away as he closed up his office and headed down the hall. He sighed as he unlocked the door, slipping inside and shutting it again.

The ravenette turned, moving closer to the bed. He sighed, checking on the various machines that surround it. The man in the bed was still asleep, the heart monitor showing a very steady heartrate while the brain waves were still active. Shouta didn’t know if it meant the man could hear him, but he still told the man everything that had happened.

“I almost lost Eri today. If it weren’t for some random stranger tackling her away from the road, a car would have run her over and killed her. They didn’t even stop to check and see if she was ok.” He wiped a stray tear from his cheek, his other hand sliding gently under the one lying flat on top of the blankets.

“This man, he saved her, then when offered a favor, he asked for a job before suddenly saying it was a joke and then leaving. I-I was worried that what happened to you would happen again, so I did a in depth check into the man. He’s been hurt, sure, but I still can’t trust that he won’t hurt my family.”

Shouta ran his fingers through pale blue locks. “Please Oboro, please wake up. I need you. Eri needs her mama. Our family needs to see your smile and know that things will be just fine. I need my love back. I’m lost without you by my side.”

He sighed, his forehead laying on his husband’s arm. He missed hearing Oboro’s voice, seeing his smile. He wished with all his heart that he had listened to his gut and not trusted that bitch Emi Fukukado. The only thing that made anything better is the fact that she would never get a chance to hurt his family again. Shouta had made sure of that when he put a bullet in her head.

Slowly, Shouta stood, “Goodnight, my beautiful cloud. I love you so much.” He walked away, closing and relocking the door that kept his husband safe. He didn’t look back at the sleeping man, but had he done so, he would have seen the single tear rolling down pale cheeks.

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Izuku glared at the two people in front of him. “Mother. I don’t give a fuck what Katsuki says, the fact is he cheated on me with his damn assistant then harassed me before getting me fired. I want nothing to do with him. I’ll be cordial at your wedding, but I will never date him again.”

The green haired woman in front of him sighed, “Izuku, sweetie, he wants to apologize! You have to let him apologize! He’s good for you and he can take care of you!” They had been arguing over the same thing for the last 2 weeks and Izuku was ready to say fuck it and make up a reason to not be at his own mother’s wedding.

“He is not good for me. I do not have to let him apologize. He doesn’t deserve to apologize to me, and I don’t care how much money that bastard has. He hurt me. He cheated on me and got me fired from my job all because I wouldn’t go running back to him. If anything, he doesn’t deserve me!”

Inko frowned, “Don’t yell at me. I’m trying to make sure my only child is safe and happy, and I just know that if you gave him another chance, you could be happy!” Izuku growled, running his fingers through green curls. “Mom, you aren’t listening to me. I will never be happy with Katsuki. Please, why can’t you understand that?!”

He shook his head, “I would be happy if I never saw that asshole again, but I know that would hurt you since you are so close with Auntie.” He sighed, grabbing his coat and wallet. “I’m going to find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I don’t want you to call me for a bit. I want to cool off. Please respect that.” He nodded at Toshinori, who had been asked by Inko to stay out of their argument, probably because he had been trying to help her see that she was driving Izuku away.

Izuku left the house, walking towards town. There were a few hotels nearby that weren’t all that expensive so it shouldn’t take too much of his savings, but he knew he could only afford one night at most. He really had no idea what he would do if his mother kept pushing him towards his ex.

He noticed the person that had melted out of the shadows but didn’t look at them in favor of not letting them know that he saw them. His wallet was in his hip pocket and on a chain to keep people from stealing it and his cell phone was already in his hand since he was following the GPS to town.

Izuku saw that they were on the phone but seeing as he couldn’t hear whatever they were saying, he chose to just keep his eyes out for others that would show he might get jumped. He’d been jumped one too many times in Hosu and he really didn’t want any more reasons for his mother to want to keep him close to home or push him towards Katsuki any more than she already was.

He was a bit confused at first when he made it safely to the hotel without any issues but then the other guy followed him in, sitting in a chair in the lobby and almost staring at the greenette as Izuku walked up to the counter.

Izuku grinned as he recognized the person at the desk. “Tenya!” He cried, surprising the man. He hadn’t seen Tenya Iida since college and the man moved back home after they graduated. Tenya looked up at him and grinned.

“Oh Izuku! Hello! How have you been? What are you doing in town?” Tenya asked. Izuku smiled sadly, “Mom’s getting married and I’m back for that. I’ve been staying with her for a little while but she said a few things and I needed to get away for a bit, so I figured I’d come to stay in a hotel.”

Tenya nodded, “Oh? Last I heard you were working for that fashion magazine and doesn’t your boyfriend live around here? Kat-uh, Katsuki, I think his name was? Why aren’t you staying with him?”

Izuku sighed, frowning. “Katsuki and I broke up a few weeks ago. I came over to his apartment in Hosu and found him in bed with his assistant. I broke it off with him and ignored his calls and he got pissed, called my boss and got me fired and blacklisted from any other magazine in Hosu. It forced me to move back home with my mother and now she’s trying to force me to date him again. We had a small fight about it which is why I am here.”

Tenya pushed his glasses further up his nose. “I am deeply sorry to hear that, Izuku. If I had known, I would have had you apply for my family’s hotel chain. We were looking for a PR person last month, though I believe my parents hired someone already. I’ll check for you though.”

Izuku smiled, “You are awesome, Tenya. I really appreciate all you can do to help me. For now though, let me book a room for the night?” Tenya nodded, “Of course my friend.”

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Denki didn’t know why he was the one asked to follow the green-haired man around, but he wasn’t about to let his boss down, nor was he about to fail any mission given to him by his best friend.

He wasn’t expecting much to happen seeing as he was simply to watch over the Midoriya household and make sure that one Izuku Midoriya didn’t leave and follow him if he did, so when Midoriya left his house with no bags or anything, Denki was quick to type out a message and share his location as he followed the greenette into town.

He was rather shocked when the other man walked into a hotel owned by the Iida family, the eldest brother being his boss’s friend, and even more surprised when he overheard the younger brother was old school friends with his charge.

Denki was quick to type everything out to Hitoshi, also telling him what Midoriya had said about why he and the ex were no longer together. His friend was concerned but felt that he had done good getting the information.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying attention when Midoriya disappeared up the elevator, only realizing it when the younger Iida brother walked over and asked him to leave and to stop harassing his clients.

Denki frowned, looking up at the blue-haired man. “What makes you think that I am harassing someone? As far as I am aware, I’m allowed to sit in the lobby of a hotel and wait for someone.”

Iida cocked an eyebrow, “You really think you can follow my friend all the way from his home and he wouldn’t notice you? Sir, he clocked your presence literally as soon as you walked out of an alley across from his house.”

Denki sighed, “Damn. Would you be more willing to let me stay if I said I work for Aizawa?” He was hoping the man knew about his older brother’s friendship with his boss and he wasn’t disappointed when the younger’s eyes widened. “What has Izuku gotten himself into to have my uncle’s people on his tail?”

The blonde tilted his head. He didn’t realize that this man saw his boss as his uncle, though he knew for a fact that they weren’t actually related. “Midoriya saved Eri from a car hitting her and boss wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything nefarious.”

Iida frowned, pulling his glasses off so he could clean them. “Izuku isn’t like that. He’s a genuinely good soul. He’s always stayed away from people who would use him and his skills for bad reasons and he’d rather live in a cardboard box in an alley than be in debt to anyone like that.”

Denki sighed, “That’s nice to hear but I still have a job to do.” The blue-haired man twitched, pulling his phone out and dialing someone before putting it up to his ear. “Hello Uncle Sho.” He said as the other line picked up. Denki gulped as he watched the other man talk to what seemed like his boss, listening as Iida told the man all about Izuku Midoriya before holding out the phone.

“He’d like to talk to you.”

Denki swallowed hard as he took the phone, “H-Hello? Boss?” He heard a sigh, “Kaminari. Tenya told me what I wanted to know; you are relieved of watching over your charge. Come back to the compound and give your report to Hitoshi.”

He recognized his boss’s voice and confirmed his new orders before handing the phone back to the Iida man, watching as he hung up and replaced the device in his pocket. “Thank you for being loyal to my uncle, but you are not needed here.” Iida stated, briskly walking away.

The blonde sighed. This had already been a long night and he was actually relieved to be headed back home.

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Izuku growled as he woke up to his phone ringing, the caller ID telling him it was Katsuki again. He refused to answer the phone for that asshole and the fact that the blonde was calling him so early in the morning meant that Katsuki hoped that he could catch Izuku unaware and get him to answer the phone without realizing who was calling.

He shut off the ringer, silencing the phone before blocking the blonde. He should have done it ages ago, but something always came up and Izuku would get distracted. Glancing at the clock, Izuku groaned knowing that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep anytime soon.

The greenette laid in the bed for a bit longer, blinking up at the ceiling before rolling out of the bed. It wasn’t like he had other clothes to change into, so a shower wouldn’t really help much, but seeing as it would wake him up, Izuku didn’t hesitate to strip, folding his clothes neatly on the bed before standing under the spray of hot water.

Once the water had run cold, Izuku stepped out, quickly drying off and redressing. He grimaced at the feeling of dirty clothes but until he could get back to his mother’s and change, it would simply have to do.

His phone ringing jolted him out of his thoughts and Izuku frowned as he looked at the screen. “Hello?” He answered. A voice he didn’t recognize came from the other end. “Good morning, Is this Izuku Midoriya?”

Izuku hummed, “Yes, this is he. How can I help you?” The other person chuckled, “My name is Iida Tensei, I believe you know my little brother, Tenya?” Izuku grinned, finally putting a name to the voice. “Oh! Tensei, yes. Tenya talked about you all the time in school. It’s so nice to finally speak to you.”

Tensei laughed, “Yes, same to you. Tenya called me last night and informed me that you might be looking for a job? I know he mentioned that we had hired someone for the position already, however that person quit after a few weeks, so we were about to open it back up. Would you be interested in interviewing for the job?”

Izuku shook. He knew his friend and his family were seriously rich, but they were the kind of rich that got that way by being amazing bosses and family people. He grinned wide as he answered, “Yes sir! I would love that. Can you tell me more about the position? Tenya was a bit vague with the information since he didn’t know if it was filled or not.”

The other man hummed, “Yes, well it is a traveling position. If you were to get the job, you would be in charge of going to each and every one of the Iida Hotels, in all of our chains, and spending anywhere between a few days to a month there before writing a PR piece talking about the pros and cons of the location or business. Obviously, your stay would be free of charge for you, and you’d have your pay on top of that. We offer quite a large benefit package as well, but that can be discussed if you are offered the job.”

Izuku grinned, “That is fine, sir. When would you like to meet?” He heard the flipping of pages from the other man. “Does today at around 11am at the same hotel you are staying at work for you?” Tensei asked after a few moments. The greenette’s grinned widened, “Yes sir. That works just fine. Thank you so much.”

Tensei laughed, “Don’t worry about it, Midoriya. I look forward to meeting you in person.” Izuku waited until the man had clicked off the other end of the phone call before throwing his phone onto the bed and screeching happily.

Working for the Iida family was way better that ever working for a fashion magazine, the blue haired family actually cared about what people thought of their services and locations and from what Tenya had told Izuku during school, also cared that their employees were taken care of properly.

He hurried to gather his things, rushing out of the room and down the stairs. He knew Tenya had been a part of the night shift so he probably wouldn’t be there that morning, but if everything worked out, he’d be seeing so much more of his friend.

Sure enough, Izuku didn’t see any bit of blue hair as he walked through the lobby and out onto the street as he made his way back through town to his mother’s home. She wasn’t awake yet it seemed, but Toshinori was, the lanky blonde nodding at him over his cup of coffee.

“I have a job interview. I got the call this morning.” Izuku grinned. Toshinori chuckled, “That is wonderful news, Izuku. I’m happy for you. What company?” Izuku giggled, “Iida Hotels. I was friends with the youngest Iida brother in college and when he moved back here, contact got a bit slim but I ended up seeing him last night and he said he’d talk to his brother about any positions in the company.”

Toshinori smiled, “Iida Hotels is a wonderful company. I’ve used them many times in the past when I was still traveling for the All Might movies.” Izuku grinned wider, “I’m going to go get dressed. I took a shower at the hotel, but I didn’t take any clothes to change into so I’m going to need another shower before getting dressed.”

The tall blonde chuckled, “I don’t have to leave for another few hours, so if you want, I can tie your tie for you before you go.” Izuku grinned, racing up the stairs excitedly with a loud, “You’re the best, Toshinori!”

He was quick in the shower, making sure his face was clean of any stubble and that his hair was oil-free before hopping out and drying off. He took a bit more time than he normally would with his hair, years of being around models teaching him how to take care of his unruly curls. His mom had never known how to deal with them, the frizzy mess coming directly from his father who he never met.

Izuku picked out his best suit, a single black blazer with a white shirt and matching black pants before groaning as he realized that he couldn’t decide between the two ties he had brought out of storage.

He raced downstairs once his suit was on, both ties in his hand as he walked up to Toshinori. He held them out, “Which one?” The blonde hummed, his piercing blue eyes roaming over the two very different colors and patterns before pointing at the one that was black with green ivy roaming up and down the fabric.

Izuku snorted, putting down the blue and silver tie and handing his soon to be stepfather the other one. He grinned wildly as the tall man helped him with his tie, thankful that his mother had someone who loved her so much. He didn’t want her being all alone again when he moved away from home for the second time.

Toshinori sighed, “You look good, my boy. I’m very proud of you. I know I kept silent last night with your mother, but I just wanted to say that I’m happy that you are standing up for yourself. Your mother means well, she just wants you as happy as she is, but I feel as if she is going about it the wrong way.” He sighed.

“That being said, Inko has decided to sit you next to Katsuki at the wedding.”

Izuku froze. “I-I can’t. He hurt me so badly, Toshinori. I don’t understand why mom won’t just let it go. Obviously, Katsuki doesn’t make me happy anymore, so why is she still pushing us together?” Toshinori sighed, “I don’t know, Izuku. But remember that your mother loves you.”

The greenette nodded, “I know she does, I do. But I do wish she’d listen to me when I say that I want nothing to do with Katsuki. I’d be so much happier if she’d stop pushing me at him.”

Toshinori sighed, “I’ll see what I can do, my boy. Go finish getting ready for your interview.” Izuku grinned brightly, a severe difference from moments before as he raced back upstairs to finish getting ready for his interview, thoughts of being forced to sit next to his ex at his mother’s wedding stricken from his mind.

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“Well, Midoriya. I’m happy to say that we are really pleased with your examples of work that you brought for us. Everything we’ve read has clear pros and cons for whatever piece you are writing about as well as giving very apt descriptions that make it seem as if you showing instead of telling.”

Izuku smiled at the woman in front of him. Mr. Yamada and Tensei had both introduced themselves properly at the beginning, with Mr. Yamada and his wife being in charge of the PR and Decorations teams and Tensei being the owner along with Tenya, who from what Tensei said, was on a date with his fiancé.

“Thank you sir. I really enjoy what I do and I loved working on each of those articles.” He said, watching as the two exchanged quick glances. Tensei stood, “Why don’t I have someone give you a quick tour while Yamada and I talk?” Izuku nodded, standing with them and walking out the door to be introduced to a small, purple haired woman with piercings up and down her ears and several in her nose. “Kyoka, please show Mr. Midoriya around.” Tensei suggested, smiling at the two before going back inside.

“You’re Mr. Iida’s friend.” She said simply. It wasn’t a question but Izuku still answered anyways, “Yes ma’am. Tenya and I went to high school and college together, though I stayed in Hosu and he moved back here.”

She nodded, smirking slightly, “My wife is friends with Tenya from preschool all the way through to Highschool as well, but they separated for college.” Izuku grinned brightly, “Oh! Momo Yaoyarozu! She’s amazing and her mind is just fantastic. She helped me through Calculus class.”

Kyoka frowned, playing with her earlobe before grinning, “You’re Izuku, aren’t you? Momo talked about you a bit when we were dating and Tenya has mentioned you a few times when he was in college and came over to hang out.” Izuku grinned, “Yep, that’s me.”

She rolled her eyes, snorting, “Well, that’s cool. Let me give you a proper tour and answer your questions.”

Neither one of them noticed that the door hadn’t shut all the way.

Tensei turned to Hizashi, snorting, “Those two already know each other. I’m surprised that Izuku knows so many people from our small family.” Hizashi sighed, “And yet, somehow he doesn’t know who Sho is.”

“Tenya did say he’s a bit innocent when it comes to the darker side of the world. From what I’ve been told over the years, Izuku seems to believe the best in everyone, often giving them chance after chance before finally cutting them off and even then, will sometimes cry while asking if he just wasn’t good enough.” Tensei answered. “He mentioned that he was surprised that Izuku hadn’t done the same with his ex.”

Hizashi nodded, “Nem said that when she and Sho met him, he closed up when Sho mentioned owning multiple businesses. Could that be a reason?” Tensei shrugged, pulling out his phone. “Let me ask Tenya.”

He dialed his little brother, chuckling when the younger Iida growled into the phone. “Tensei, I told you I didn’t want to be interrupted on my date with Mei.” Tensei snorted, “I know, little brother. Zashi and I simply had a question about your friend.”

Tenya sighed, “Please make it quick. I’m busy.” Tensei frowned, gagging slightly when a small moan came from the other end. He pushed forward, “Do you know why Izuku would have closed up when Shouta mentioned owning businesses?”

Tensei listened as Tenya whispered something to his fiancé before returning to the phone. “Probably because of his ex. Izuku loved Katsuki, made his whole career around the fashion industry for him only to find out that his boyfriend was banging his assistant behind Izuku’s back. From what I understand, Katsuki is the son and heir of a major fashion family, but I don’t really know which one. If that is all, I have something quite a bit more interesting to do.”

The elder Iida brother gagged, “Eww, little brother. You could have simply not answered the phone you know.” Tenya snorted, “You don’t usually call when I tell you I’m busy unless it is important.”

The two men gagged again as the other end was filled with more moans, this time those of Tenya before hanging up in a hurry. “I did not want to hear my brother like that. Oh my kami. Ew. I am going to have to find a lovely girl for the night to get rid of those images.” Tensei bemoaned.

Hizashi cackled, “Same, though I have my wife for that. But that answers our few questions about Midoriya. And honestly, his previous work really impressed me. That fashion rag was a fool to get rid of him.”

Tensei nodded, “He’s perfect for what we need.” The two waited, talking some more about random things before a small knock sounded on the door, Kyoka peeking her head in. “Heya bossman. Are you ready for Izuku to come back in? I’m supposed to leave to see Momo in a few minutes and I didn’t want to leave him alone if you weren’t.”

Hizashi grinned, turning to look at Tensei. “I believe we are. Ten?” The bluenette nodded and the young woman left, quickly ushering Izuku inside. “Thanks for showing me around Kyoka. It was a pleasure to finally meet you after hearing so many things from Momo. Will you tell her that I said hello?”

Kyoka grinned, “Of course. I’ve got your number so it won’t be a big issue to give it to Momo so she can text you.” Izuku giggled, “Thanks.” He turned after the purple haired woman left, shutting the door firmly behind her. “That was a wonderful tour. I really enjoyed it.” He said, addressing the two men.

Tensei nodded, “Kyoka is the best. She’s a bit unorthodox with her looks but she sure does know her stuff.” Hizashi chuckled, “She’s probably the best person we could have ever hired for her role. We really lucked out with her.”

Both men coughed into their fists, shuffling papers until Izuku had settled properly in his own seat. “We would like to offer you the position. To be honest, when Tenya suggested you for the position, we weren’t sure. Looking you up online gave us nothing about you since you don’t have much of a personal media presence, but that didn’t bother us. However, your articles that you brought with you as well as your friendly demeanor and personality is what sold us.” Tensei started.

Yamada took over, “That, plus the fact that you already have travel and writing experience tells us that you understand the strain of being away from family for extended periods of time which is what caused the previous gentlemen to quit.”

Izuku grinned happily, barely keeping himself from bouncing in place. “Thank you so much for this opportunity. You are absolutely correct, I have no problems with the traveling and writing.”

Tensei and Yamada exchanged happy looks. “Well then, let us get your paperwork started.”

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Izuku stormed into his mother’s house, startling the two adults that were sitting on the couch. Toshinori looked up at him from his laptop, grinning broadly. “Well? How did it go?” He asked. Izuku grinned, “They offered me the job! I start 2 weeks after your wedding so that I can take care of the house while you are on your honeymoon like we planned.”

Toshinori stood quickly, pulling Izuku into a hug. “Congrats my boy! I knew you could do it!” The tall blonde turned to Inko who was sitting on the couch with her lips pressed tightly together. “Aren’t you proud of your son, Inko?” Toshinori asked.

Inko nodded, “Very proud. I love you so much, Izuku, and I’m sorry that I keep pushing. I just really wanted you happy again.” Izuku sighed, pulling his mother into a new hug. “I know mama. But I wasn’t happy with Katsuki anymore. He betrayed me and then hurt me further by having my work let me go. He doesn’t think he did anything wrong either.”

She sighed, “I’ll move you two from each other in the seating charts and make sure that someone is helping keep him busy during the wedding.” Izuku grinned, squeezing his mother tightly and spinning her around. “I love you so much, Mom. Thank you.” He whispered in her ear.

Inko chuckled, “Speaking of the wedding, I need to know if-“ She cut off as a knock sounded on the door, frowning slightly, “Who in the world could that be?” Izuku and Toshinori watched as she opened it, revealing Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo as well as Katsuki.

Izuku frowned at the sight of his ex-boyfriend but kept his mouth shut, trying his best to keep the peace between all of them. His honorary aunt and uncle grinned at Izuku, pulling him in for their own hugs seeing as they hadn’t seen him in a few months.

“Oh, Izuku! You look so dashing! Is this what you are wearing for your mother?” His aunt Mitsuki asked. Izuku chuckled, shaking his head, “No, I had a job interview this morning and I only just got home.” He smiled at them.

His uncle Masaru clapped him on the back, “That’s wonderful, Sprout. Where was it?” Izuku snorted, having missed the old nickname. “Iida Hotel Chain. They needed a new location and amenities writer for their PR team as the old one quit suddenly. Mom, you remember my friend Tenya from college right?”

Inko hummed before nodding, “Yes, I believe I do. He was such a wonderful and polite boy.” Izuku grinned, “That’s the younger brother of the Iida men that own the chain. He went to school to get his business degree along with a few other ones in order to help out his older brother with the family business.”

She grinned, “How wonderful, Izuku.” He giggled as his aunt and uncle congratulated him before turning to their son who had been sullen the whole time. “Katsuki, don’t you have something to say to Izuku?” Mitsuki pressed.

Katsuki glared, snorting hard. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have cheated on you.” Izuku frowned at the lackluster apology, his eyebrow cocking upwards towards his hairline. “Really? You cheated on me with a man you swore had no chance, hounded me for weeks even after I told you to let me be and have some time alone, then called my boss and threatened him and the company I worked for in order to have me fired, and all you can do is that crappy apology?”

Mitsuki hissed, smacking the back of his head. “Katsuki, you didn’t!” She faced Izuku, “I am so sorry kiddo. I only knew about the cheating. I had no idea he got you fired.” Izuku waved his hand, “It’s okay, Auntie. Like you said, you didn’t know.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Look, I apologized at least so now you can forgive me and we can get back together.” Izuku snorted, “Yeah, no. I don’t think so. I can’t trust you to be faithful anymore and that apology or whatever you call it was crap. I don’t forgive you. I simply want to forget you and celebrate my mother’s wedding to Toshinori.” He turned, “So, just stay away from me during these next several weeks and I’ll stay away from you.” Izuku stormed outside, intending on getting away from the situation. He would not let the blonde ruin his good mood.

The blonde followed him outside, growling. “Face it, Nerd. You need me. You couldn’t last two weeks alone without my influence. So come back to me and I can take care of you.” Izuku snorted at the statement. “You never took care of me, Katsuki. You only ever took care of yourself. I’m tired of being your pretty little house husband.”

Katsuki snarled, “You won’t find anyone else like me, you know that Izuku.” Izuku snorted again, “That’s the point, Katsuki. I don’t want anyone like you. Besides, I won’t be alone, I have my new job and..” He stopped as he turned, realizing just how close the other man was to him.

“And what, Nerd? What else do you have?” Katsuki whispered. Izuku didn’t know what possessed him to say his next words, but it drove a form of satisfaction deep into his core when he saw the pain that they caused in his ex’s eyes.

“And I already am dating someone else. It’s a bit new, but he’s a good person and friend. I’m happy with him. Happier than you ever made me.”

Katsuki snapped backwards; his eyes wide as he stared at Izuku. The greenette turned as someone gasped, finding their parents had followed them outside and had witnessed the whole conversation.

“Oh Izuku. Why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone else?” His mother cried, her eyes filling with tears. Izuku sighed, “It’s still very new. We’ve only been dating for a few weeks, ever since I asked if I could move back in with you.” He lied, thankful that he’d gotten so much better at his lying in the short time he’d been away from home. His mother was innocent, and he didn’t want to hurt her with the things that he’d done when he was younger and didn’t choose his friends better.

Though hacking had become a pretty fun pastime of Izuku’s and it made for some really interesting stories that he could post on his underground blog that doxed companies or items and brought to light literal injustices that hurt people.

He glared back at Katsuki. “So no. I will not go back to you and your cheating ways.” Katsuki scoffed, “Fine, if you are so happy, you should bring him to Auntie’s wedding. She should be allowed to meet the man her son is dating and I’d like to see for myself that he’s better than me. Which I seriously doubt.”

Izuku bit his lip, “I don’t know if he will be able to get the time off so quickly.” He looked up at Katsuki’s smirking face, scowling slightly. “But sure. I’ll ask him. Even if he only shows for an hour or two, he should be able to make it.”

The greenette watched as his ex-boyfriend sneered, returning to the house before sighing. “Well fuck, Izuku. What the hell did you get yourself into this time?”

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Izuku turned the card over and over in his hands, fingers glossing across the embossed silver several times before he took a deep breath. He needed a fake boyfriend, one that could act and he had no one that he already knew that would fit the bill.

But Shouta Aizawa, boss of the Japan’s most powerful mafia should.

He snorted at that thought. He knew who the man was when he met him, though he didn’t realize exactly who it was until the black-haired leader had said he owned several businesses.

Izuku hadn’t realized the little girl was a mafia princess either when he saved her, though he didn’t regret his actions even knowing that fact. From all of his research into the family that afternoon when he got home, Aizawa was a rather good person. He protected his people and those within his territory while also making new job opportunities and keeping drugs and traffickers off of the streets.

Sighing, Izuku dialed the number, waiting with halted breath as the other line connected, a stern and deep voice answering the phone calmly. “And what would you be calling about?” They asked.

Izuku swallowed hard, not believing that he was going to use his favor on something so stupid. “Mr. Aizawa said he owed me a favor? My name is Izuku Midoriya? I-uh, I saved Eri from a car the other week?”

The man on the other line grunted before telling him to hold on, the weird elevator music coming in letting him know he had been put on hold. He snorted as the song played, recognizing it as some old timey Disney song but without words.

The song was nearly to the end when it cut out, the man’s voice returning. “Mr. Aizawa states that he can meet you today at 8pm.” Izuku sighed, “Thank you.” He stated. The man on the other end grunted again before rattling off an address, letting Izuku know that his boss didn’t like stragglers and to make sure he went to the guardhouse first to sign in.

Again, Izuku thanked him before hanging up and pulling his nicest clothes on. It wasn’t his suit, the other man had seen Izuku in a plain white t-shirt and jeans the last time they met so he probably wouldn’t be expecting much anyways.

Grabbing his phone and wallet again, Izuku walked back downstairs and waved to his mother who was on her computer confirming last minute details. “See you later mom!” He called, not waiting for her to respond since she seemed so deep in her work.

He called a cab, giving the address that he had been given before settling back in his seat. It didn’t take long, barely 10 minutes from his house, but it gave Izuku enough time to really think about how he was going to ask a notorious Yakuza boss to help him find a fake boyfriend for his mother’s wedding in exchange for that favor.

Izuku got out of the cab, paying it off quickly before staring up at the massive gate that didn’t even try to hide the expansive grounds that held the insane mansion in the middle. He swallowed hard before moving to the left, the guardhouse easy to see as it was a small shack built into the gate.

“Hello? I’m Izuku Midoriya? I’ve got a meeting with Mr. Aizawa?” He offered the man who honestly looked as bored as he could with a mask over his face. The man grunted and Izuku realized it was the same one who had answered the phone.

“Yes. Mr. Aizawa is expecting you. Wait a moment for your guide.” He ordered, returning to his leaned and relaxed look. Izuku sighed as he waited, though it wasn’t long before the woman from the incident with Eri hurried towards them, her heels clicking on the cobblestone drive.

“Mr. Midoriya, how delightful to see you again.” She purred. Izuku offered a slight bow. “Ma’am, same to you. I apologize for the late hour.” She giggled, “Oh don’t worry about that! My brother often keeps weird hours anyways. Though he is rather curious what it could be that brought you to us.”

Izuku frowned, “I have some issues that I’d like his assistance with. Apparently, my mouth gets a bit…exaggerated when I’m angry.” She raised her eyebrow at that, grinning as she led him through the building.

It was nothing like what Izuku had expected from a Mafia boss. The halls were rather cozy, their design and decorations acting together to create something more akin to a home instead of a base.

He was quietly ushered into a large meeting room, the boss already seated at the table with papers in front of him while another man stood slightly behind him. Izuku allowed his eyes to roam the new man while he waited for Aizawa to address him and he couldn’t help but think the new man was rather ruggedly handsome.

Lavendar purple hair was the first thing that Izuku noticed, the tips spiked up but not in a weird sort of way, most likely on their own instead of with gel or spray. Scars crossed pale skin, dipping down under a shirt that was unbuttoned slightly to show a broad spray of the same lavender chest hair.

Muscles for days strained against the plain black fabric and Izuku’s eyes roamed lower still to hips and embarrassingly, the man’s crotch that was also pressing against it’s restraints before Izuku blushed, his eyes returning to the man’s face.

Only to find piercing purple eyes with silver specks staring back at him, a lazy grin on the other’s face.

“Mr. Midoriya.”

He snapped out of his staring contest to look at the man he had actually come there to meet with. “Yes sir?” He asked, watching as Aizawa closed the folder in front of him and folded his fingers together. “What brings you here tonight? My guard says that you asked to use your favor for saving Eri.”

Izuku swallowed, nodding softly. “Yes sir. It seems I put my foot in my mouth and I’m not exactly sure how to get it back out. But I figured if anyone could help me, you would be able to.”

Aizawa tilted his head, leaning forward. “And what is it that you think I can help you with?” Izuku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Unfortunately, I seem to be in need of someone to pretend to be my boyfriend for my mother’s wedding.”

Silence cleared the room.

Izuku bit his lips as the two men and the woman that brought him into the room stared at him. He jerked slightly as Aizawa spoke. “I’m sorry, let me get this straight. You are using your favor, one that could get you money or entrance into any business in the entire country or literally anything else you desire, and you are using it for a fake boyfriend?”

He nodded, “Yes sir. I recently got a job so I have no need of any money you could give me and I don’t really care for the kind of businesses that require special admissions. I just want my mother to be happy on her wedding day and for my ex-boyfriend to leave me alone. I stupidly fell into his goading and said that I had already replaced him with someone else and I couldn’t take it back when I realized it made my mother happy that I was happy again.”

Aizawa snorted, “I see. You seem to be a good son. Who exactly is your ex-boyfriend anyways?” He asked. Izuku sighed. He didn’t really expect anyone to know his ex but at the same time Katsuki was the son of the world-famous Bakugo Fashion Company.

“Katsuki Bakugo.” He frowned as his words actually created a reaction with the younger man who bent over to whisper something in Aizawa’s ear. His head tilted to the front as the man scowled before hiding away his anger behind a mask of indifference.

“We know Katsuki Bakugo. He hurt one of our family members a few years ago. I shall help you with your issue.” Aizawa spoke, his voice low and gravely. “Hitoshi.” He suddenly boomed, the purple haired man behind him stepping forward once more.

Aizawa smirked at Izuku, “Hitoshi will be your date to your mother’s wedding. I trust him to both protect your interests and mine while also getting a small amount of justice for our family.”

The man, now named Hitoshi, frowned, “Uncle, are you sure?” Izuku was obviously not meant to hear it but he couldn’t help but gulp as he realized the purplette was the mafia boss’s nephew and not just a simple guard like he thought.

“I’m sure Hitoshi. I know you’ll get justice for Neito as well as fulfilling our end of the favor bargain.” Aizawa reassured him before glaring at Izuku. “If my nephew returns to my side in any condition other than what he leaves here in, I will hunt you down and make you wish you had never met me in the first place.”

Izuku frowned, “Not to be ruining the scary mood you are trying to set but I will never regret meeting you as it was when I saved Eri and I will never regret saving anyone from getting run over by a car.” He snorted, “Honestly, I’d probably even save Katsuki, though I might make sure he hits his head on the way down at the same time.”

His nose twitched as Hitoshi chuckled, watching as the corner of Aizawa’s lips lifted for a slight minute before falling again. “I understand what you were saying though sir. Don’t worry, I only need someone to meet my mom for a few hours, maybe eat dinner with me at her house before being my date to the wedding. We can even go our separate ways once it is all over.”

Hitoshi nodded, “Seems you’ve got yourself a boyfriend, Midoriya.” Izuku snorted, “Call me Izuku. Makes more sense when you are supposed to be my boyfriend.” Hitoshi snorted, “Hitoshi then.” He turned to his uncle who waved.

“Go. Get to know each other. It’s been a long night and I’d like to get to my own bed.” Aizawa grumbled as he stood. “Mr. Midoriya, have a good night.” He offered before striding out of the room and leaving the two alone.

“So, let’s exchange numbers and meet up tomorrow for lunch. We can talk and work through basic information and what is allowed and not allowed during our venture.” Hitoshi offered, pulling out a chair for Izuku before sitting in the one his uncle had just vacated.

Izuku smiled, “Thank you for your help. Katsuki tends to be a bit…competitive and since he’s a model and businessman, he’s kept his body a bit lithe instead of gaining muscles like you ha-“ He cut himself off with a furious blush.

Hitoshi snorted, “Like my muscles, do you?” The purple-haired man flexed, making his arm seem even bigger and laughing at the way the greenette grew redder. “Don’t worry, I know what you meant anyways. From what my cousin told me, Katsuki Bakugo is a tyrant and hates being beaten at anything he deems his.”

Izuku frowned, “What did Katsuki do to your cousin?” Hitoshi glared at the table, his fingers curling in to turn bone white at the knuckles. “That blonde brat got my cousin arrested on false charges then paid his way out of going to court for lying to the police.”

He sighed, “I would say that’s crazy except I can totally see Katsuki doing something like that. He’s never been a good person when it comes to competition, something that I regret looking past when we were dating. Honestly, I wasn’t really surprised to find him in bed with his assistant, kind of expected it actually when he didn’t show up at our date nor answered the phone.”

Izuku giggled darkly, “I thought Katsuki was sick since his receptionist said he had been driven home early as he said he was, but that seemed to be a lie.” Hitoshi growled, “He didn’t deserve someone like you. And once this is over, you’ll be free from him.”

The greenette nodded, “That’s true.” He chuckled as he handed over his phone, the screen already ready for Hitoshi’s number. “Go ahead and put your number in. I know this cute little store on the other side of town that sells the most amazing cupcakes and coffee that we can meet at for lunch.”

Hitoshi grinned, handing back the phone with his number and picture saved already. “I look forward to it.”

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Hitoshi walked up to the building, having been surprised when he recognized the address that Izuku had sent him that morning. It was owned by Neito’s sister, Himiko, and was the family’s favorite café in the city.

He walked in and found the blonde woman at the counter, already preparing what looked like an order but when he looked around all he saw was Izuku in the corner hunched over a laptop and chewing on a pen.

He smiled at Himiko who giggled, handing him the tray with the preordered snacks and drinks. “How long has he been here?” He asked her. She tilted her head, looking at Izuku who hadn’t even noticed that Hitoshi had arrived. “Probably about two hours. He said he had a meeting with someone that I am guessing is you and then sat down with his laptop and hasn’t moved since. I’ve been randomly giving him water and he’s been drinking it but hasn’t really noticed at the same time, though that isn’t abnormal for the green bean.”

Hitoshi frowned, “Not abnormal? He comes here that often?” She snorted, “He said it’s the only place where the wifi is safe for him to do his work but at the same time, he said he was unemployed, so I don’t really know what he meant by that.”

Himiko nudged him, walking back towards the counter as another customer arrived. Hitoshi walked over to the other man, his ears picking up small mutters from the greenette.

“If he wants to fight, I’ll fight. Mutter, mutter, mutter…” Izuku’s fingers flew across the keyboard, amazing Hitoshi with their speed. Even their tech people couldn’t type that fast. He sat down, willing to wait as long as he needed for Izuku to notice him but he didn’t wait long.

Izuku closed the laptop, grinning up at Hitoshi. “Hi!” He noticed the food, grabbing his drink. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you. You look like a coffee and muffin kind of guy.”

Hitoshi snorted, “Definitely. Coffee is my lifeblood. I worship the beautiful and transcendent bean of life.” Izuku giggled, “You’re a big dork. But to be fair, I am too. I really love old comics. Batman and Spiderman are my favorites as well as the somewhat newer All Might series, though that is probably me being biased since the guy that played All Might in all the movies and tv shows is going to be my stepdad.”

His jaw dropped, “Your mom is marrying All Might?!” Izuku cackled, nodding his head before chomping on his scone. “Yep. Toshinori is a cool dude and mom’s really lucky to have him. He loves her so much and I know she’ll be safe with him.”

Hitoshi snorted, “Damn. That’s actually pretty cool. All Might was a cool character. I remember watching the movies with the rest of the kids when they came out.” Izuku laughed, “The nephew of a mafia boss watched superhero movies?”

The purple-haired man froze. “You know who he is?” Izuku nodded, “I’m not stupid. I know who Aizawa is though, admittedly, I didn’t recognize him when we met that first time. I was just concentrating on keeping a little girl safe from some asshole driving a car.”

Hitoshi tilted his head, “You don’t care that we are mafia?” Izuku snorted, before giving him a deadpan look that was scarily similar to the one his uncle tended to give to people who said stupid shit. “Do I look like I care? I came to your uncle for assistance and while I wasn’t expecting you, I knew that he’d be able to help me. Your family has done so much good for the country and if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have left my mom alone in the city when I went to college.”

Izuku glared, “Did you think I had some weird, nefarious reason for saving your cousin or something?” Hitoshi shook his head, “No, nothing like that. Uncle Sho is just really protective of his family and he’s… you didn’t hear this from me, but he is super scared. My Uncle Ro, his husband and Eri’s mama was hurt really bad because Uncle Sho didn’t do all of the necessary checking behind someone he trusted. He doesn’t want that to happen again so he’s just a bit extra careful.”

The greenette nodded, “That’s fine. He can always ask me whatever he wants. I have nothing to hide…well nothing that would harm your family anyways. I have my own secrets and while they aren’t the cleanest, it wouldn’t do anything to your Uncle or anyone else that mattered.”

Hitoshi hummed, “That’s good to know. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” Izuku snorted, “It’s not a big deal, Hitoshi. I understand completely. Yes, I was a bit hurt at first, but once you explained it, I realized you and your uncle are simply trying to protect your people.”

They sat there in silence for a moment more before Hitoshi coughed, “So how did you find this place?” Izuku smiled softly, “I had just come back home from Hosu after being fired and mom’s internet was being a bit wonky and slow. I packed my laptop up and figured that I would go to the library only to find out that it was closed for remodeling. I kept walking around, using my phone to find some free and decent wifi and randomly stumbled upon this place. Himiko is a sweetheart and she’s so nice. I ended up using the internet a few days in a row before it went down and she couldn’t figure out why. I fixed it and put a few more…protections on it for her, though I am not sure she knows that part. It shouldn’t go down ever again unless the bill isn’t paid or the parts break.”

Hitoshi gaped at the smaller man. He knew the guy was smart but he didn’t realize that Izuku was also good with computers. He finished off the rest of his coffee before speaking again. “So what do you like to do for fun?”

Izuku’s eyes lit up. He grinned, “I write. Stories, fun little excerpts, blog posts, informationals. Anything that requires research and then writing. Probably why I enjoyed working for Premier Fashion, as well as knowing that I will enjoy working for Iida Hotels.”

Hitoshi smirked, “What about when you aren’t writing?” Izuku giggled, “I like to read and garden. I miss my little garden in Hosu. I created it with the rest of the apartment building so I know it will at least be taken care of without me, but I do miss it. I don’t plan on living with my mother forever, so I don’t want to start one at her house.”

He nodded, “That makes sense. As for me, I like to read as well when time allows, but I really like cats. I have one at home that’s a bit old but I’ve had her since she was a kitten. She’s been with me through so much and I’ll be really upset when she dies.”

Izuku sighed, “That’s sad. I’m glad she has someone like you taking care of her though. You sound like you really love her.” Hitoshi nodded, “She was a gift from Uncle Ro.”

The greenette’s mouth opened, understanding the issue immediately. “I see. I’ve never had a pet. Mom’s allergic to the dander and fish didn’t really sound fun.” He coughed, standing up. “Let me get rid of our trash and dishes so we can go walk around.”

Hitoshi watched as the greenette left the table, speaking quietly to Himiko before disappearing into the kitchen. The blonde woman came over, a bright grin on her face. “Soooo, how do you know Izuku?” Hitoshi snorted, “He cashed in his favor with Uncle for a date to his mother’s wedding seeing as his ex is going to be there.” He gave her a small look. “I’ll be taking care of that ex too.”

Himiko frowned, “What aren’t you telling me?” Snorting, Hitoshi sighed, “Can’t keep anything from you, can I?” He smirked, “His ex is Katsuki Bakugo.”

She growled, her lip curling in disgust. “What the fuck? That poor green bean was dating that little bitch?!” Hitoshi snorted, “Yeah. But apparently the little bitch cheated on Izuku.” He paused, listening for any sign that Izuku was coming out of the kitchen before continuing.

“Izuku is actually kind of cute though, not gonna lie.” He blushed as Himiko cackled. He was thankful she couldn’t say anything more as right then Izuku came back out, dusting his hands off. “Thanks for the snacks, Himi. We’ll be going now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She waved them off, cheerfully giggling even as the door shut. Izuku turned to Hitoshi, “So, the park or the beach?”

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Izuku grinned, his hips bumping his mother’s as they danced while they cooked. Things had been much better between them as the week passed and Izuku kept coming home after meeting Hitoshi out in town.

Inko had been really excited to meet Hitoshi, knowing him as the ‘young man that made her Zuzu smile so brightly’ and honestly, Izuku was excited to have Hitoshi over as well. He’d gotten to know the purple haired mafia man and could probably count him as one of his closest friends.

And now Hitoshi would be in Inko’s home, having dinner with Izuku’s family. It would be the perfect test for the two to pretend that they were actually dating.

Hitoshi was supposed to come later in the day, work calling him away as his uncle needed his help with something before he left the compound, but Izuku didn’t ask. He’d been busy all morning himself, posting various underground blog posts about some sort of new drug ring as well as a prostitution ring that was working alongside the drug dealers.

He laughed as his mother bumped him a bit harder than normal, her body jerking in surprise as the doorbell rang. Izuku smiled down at her, putting down the spatula he was using to stir, “Probably Hitoshi. I’ll go get it.”

Izuku opened the door, smiling brightly at the man on the other side. Hitoshi was dressed nice, his black button up and black jeans pairing well with the purple tie. His black boots were clean and shiny and his belt was neat and polished. His hair, normally a floppy mess that hung down in his face, had been cut back into an undercut that showed off a few scars and his chiseled cheekbones.

A huff of amusement made him realize he had been staring and Izuku welcomed Hitoshi inside, offering him the guest slippers. “Mom’s really excited to meet you.” Hitoshi smirked, “And your soon to be dad?”

Izuku snorted, “Toshinori is too, but in a ‘I’m protective of my son’ kind of way, so beware that he might try to intimidate you.”

A booming laugh came from behind him and Izuku turned to find the tall blonde coming their way. “Now, now Izuku. Don’t go giving away all of my secrets. This young man must be Hitoshi.” Toshinori chuckled as Hitoshi bowed slightly, “Yes sir. Thank you for inviting me into your home.”

Toshinori waved, “None of that ‘sir’ nonsense now. Just call me Toshinori. Izuku has told us a lot about you and I know Inko, Izuku’s mother, is excited to meet you finally.” Hitoshi bowed slightly, “I’m excited to meet the both of you as well. Zuku has talked about you two so much that it feels as if I already know you.”

Izuku blushed slightly, moreso at the nickname than anything else. He wasn’t expecting Hitoshi to give him a cute nickname like that and it made his stomach flutter a little bit. He swallowed hard, “Yeah well, Toshi is just really good at listening.” He smirked as the purple-haired man blushed as well, leaving Toshinori to laugh loudly. “Alright boys. Izuku, why don’t you show our guest to the dining table? I believe your mother is almost done with tonight’s dinner.”

He nodded, grabbing Hitoshi’s hand and pulling him along. Izuku sighed with relief as Hitoshi sat down. “Thanks, so far so good. Mom’s a bit more…protective so beware of that.” He whispered, sitting down in his own chair just to the left. Hitoshi chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Inko chose then to walk in, her hands full with what looked like katsudon, which Hitoshi remembered was Izuku’s favorite dish. Toshinori had followed right after her with the rice, putting down the rice before ridding her of her own bundle and then helping her into her seat, pushing her in towards the table.

Hitoshi glanced over at Izuku to find the greenette smiling softly at the pair, seemingly unaware that he was even looking at Izuku. A cough brought his attention back to the elder adults, blushing when he realized that Izuku’s mother had caught him staring at her son.

“Is it alright if I call you Hitoshi? Izuku never really told us your last name.” She asked, her head tilting in a way that Hitoshi knew Izuku had gotten from her. He nodded, “That’s fine. It’s Yamada, by the way.”

She smiled, “I see. Well, Hitoshi, what do you do for a living? Izuku said it was best if we ask you since he wasn’t sure what he could or couldn’t say.” She was obviously fishing for information on the man her only son was dating and he knew it.

Hitoshi chuckled, “Private security, Midoriya-san. Zuku probably didn’t know all the rules that come with it so it’s usually safer to let me talk about my work.” Inko waved her hand, placing a plate in front of him that he didn’t even realize she had taken. Kami help him if she ever met his mother. They would get on like a house on fire.

“None of that san stuff. Just call me Inko.” She smiled sweetly at him, dishing up her soon to be husband’s plate. Hitoshi glanced over to find Izuku already with a plate full, his mouth currently stuffed. He snorted, turning back to the green haired woman. “Yes ma’am. Though mama raised me right so you’ll have to forgive me if I forget once or twice.”

She snorted, eyes twinkling. “That’s fine, Hitoshi. How did you get into the private security business anyways?” He smirked, “My uncle is my boss so I guess you could say I was born into it. Mama does the shopping for all of Uncle’s employees for any clothing and supply needs and my papa is in charge of HR.”

Toshinori hummed, “Seems like a lovely family business. That’s always good to have. I never had any siblings or biological children so Izuku here is the closest I have to having family in the media industry.”

Hitoshi nodded, taking his first bite of dinner. He thought he had held back a moan of delight at the flavors currently assaulting his mouth but at the small giggle from Inko and Toshinori and the blushing mess that Izuku had become, he realized he had failed.

“This is delicious, Inko. Don’t tell my mama, but your katsudon definitely beats hers.” It had the desired effect, making the green haired woman laugh behind her hand. “Oh, you flatter me. Thank you though dear. It’s Izuku’s favorite and I felt like this dinner was a good occasion to make it.”

Hitoshi nodded, “It is a good occasion. I’m glad I was able to try it. Zuku talks about your cooking a lot and honestly, I’m not a very good cook though my mama and some of our employees are trying to teach me.”

Toshinori chuckled, “That makes two of us. Inko has tried for a while to teach me but no matter what I always seem to burn it.” Izuku snorted, elbowing Hitoshi, “He’s even burnt water. Not sure how, but yeah. Came home and he had the heat up too high, and the pot was dry as a bone and definitely needed to be tossed. There was no saving it.”

The group laughed. Hitoshi finished eating and leaned back in his chair. “Inko, that was wonderful. I am so full.” She smiled, “Let me pack you up some to take home. Izuku eats it like crazy so I know it won’t go to waste, but it would help this mother’s worry, you know?”

He nodded, “Yes ma’am, I do. My mama is the same way. And thank you for the food.” He stood, moving to help with the dishes but getting shushed and pushed towards the living room. “No, sir. You are a guest. Izuku can do the dishes while my fiancé and I get to know you a bit more.”

Izuku chuckled, leaving him alone with the two parental figures, the traitor. Hitoshi sank into the couch opposite from them and watched as the tall blonde helped Inko get settled before settling down beside her.

“So, Hitoshi, how did you meet our dear Izuku?” Toshinori started. Hitoshi was thankful that he and Izuku had planned for that question and repeated the story, answering questions one right after the other until it was well past the time he needed to get home.

“Thank you both for such a lovely night. It was really nice meeting you both.” Hitoshi stated, standing with Izuku. Inko nodded, smiling softly at him. “I agree. It was nice. Your mother should be proud of the boy she raised.” She yawned, nudging her fiancé slightly as she also stood. “Please excuse me, I must be more tired than I thought. Izuku can see you out and I hope you’ll come visit again sometime before the wedding.”

Hitoshi nodded, “I can certainly try, although sometimes my job does conflict. I did make sure to take the week of the wedding off though, so I will definitely see you there.” Izuku walked him back to the door, waiting patiently while he put his shoes on.

“This was nice. I’m glad you were able to come tonight.” Izuku stated rather loudly. Hitoshi chuckled, “Me too, Zuku.” He pecked the greenette’s cheek, grinning at the blush that came to his face before walking outside. He was in his car and pulling away before allowing himself to breathe, his own blush at his actions fully coming around.

Izuku watched the purple-haired man leave, jumping as his mother’s voice came from behind him. “He’s a nice boy. I’m glad you found someone that you love so much.” She said. Izuku chuckled, “I don’t know about love. We’ve only started dating a few weeks ago, you know.”

Inko giggled, “I know, but you look at that boy like Toshinori looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. And Izu? You could not keep your eyes off of him. Even when you were with Katsuki, you weren’t as focused on him as you were on Hitoshi tonight.”

She left Izuku alone in the doorway, the younger greenette frozen in his thoughts. He didn’t love Hitoshi. He couldn’t be in love with the person he had hired to pretend to be his boyfriend.

Izuku thought back to the last week or so of interactions, remembering the way Hitoshi seemed to always say the things that he wished to hear from Katsuki. Honestly, he got along with the purple haired man way better than he ever did with the blonde, so it wasn’t surprising that he saw Hitoshi as more of a friend than a business acquaintance, but love?

Could he really have fallen in love with Hitoshi?

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Hitoshi walked into the complex, stopping short at the sight of his mother and uncle waiting for him. He smiled at them sheepishly, like he used to when he had gotten caught coming in at weird hours.

“How did it go?” His mother asked. They both knew that he had been at Izuku’s house meeting his parents for the first time so he knew he wasn’t in any kind of trouble. Hitoshi chuckled, “Inko and Toshinori are wonderful parents. They love Izuku a lot and it definitely shows. Toshinori spent most of dinner asking me about what I do for a living and then talking up a storm about his ventures in the movie industry when he was playing All Might. He's a pretty cool dude. Inko, on the other hand, is an amazing cook and she looks almost exactly like Izuku. She’s a stay at home housewife now but she said she used to work in a hospital as a nurse and was a lawyer before Izuku was born.”

He huffed, “Izuku was cheerful but he definitely let me take the lead in the conversations, which was a bit weird at first because normally when we hang out, he’s a bit talkative. Did you know he’s working for Uncle Tens now? Apparently he met papa in his interview and he knows Momo from school with Tenya. I don’t think we have anything to worry about with Izuku hurting me or anything, he seems too good for that. He’s nice and funny and really kind to everyone. Inko was telling me about this one time that Izuku was hurt by a bully in elementary school and instead of getting angry, he ended up figuring out why the bully was so mean and made friends with him before asking an adult to help his new friend.”

Hitoshi glanced up at his mom and uncle, blushing at the looks of amusement on their faces. “Sorry. I really like hanging out with Izuku. He’s a good friend.” Nemuri giggled, “Friend or boyfriend? Are you sure you don’t want the cute little greenette to be in a relationship with you for real?”

He froze. Did he want Izuku to be his boyfriend for real? They were only fake dating, Izuku needing him to be a fake boyfriend to keep his mother and ex boyfriend off his back. He shook his head, “He’s only a business associate and soon he will be working for Uncle. I-It wouldn’t be right to mix my own feelings into the family’s business like that.” He pretended to yawn, moving past the two quickly.

“Good night, Mama. Uncle.” He offered, scurrying to his room to shut the door. Hitoshi had too many thoughts in his head, each of them stemming from the words spoken to him.

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The week flew by quickly, with Izuku and Hitoshi meeting up a few times and making proper plans for the wedding. Inko and Toshinori had chosen a venue on the other side of the island, making it necessary for hotel accommodations and travel directions.

It had been decided between the two of them that they would travel there together, have separate rooms for the 2-night stay, and then Hitoshi would leave in his car while Izuku drove Toshinori’s back to the Midoriya house since the two lovebirds would be driven to the airport for their honeymoon trip.

It wasn’t a weird affair, the drive to the venue, but Izuku was a bit more silent than normal, his brain overloaded still on the words his mother had given him while Hitoshi was trying to act normal after realizing that he had probably fallen in love with his charge.

They stopped a few times, either for gas or snacks and bathroom breaks before finally making it to the hotel, Izuku quickly checking them in and getting their keys. He handed one to Hitoshi. “Looks like mom put your room right next to mine and we have a joining door.”

He led the way to the elevators and they stood in silence as it rose. Izuku used that time to think about how his time with the purple haired man was almost over and how much he didn’t want it to be while Hitoshi couldn’t stop looking at the greenette in the mirrors that lined the elevator walls.

Izuku was at the cute end of hot, his freckles and curly, wild hair giving him a cute look while his muscles and brain struck Hitoshi as hot. He had grown up around meat-heads, gym oriented people that focused on their muscles instead of their brains and he had known it wasn’t the kind of thing he liked in someone. But seeing Izuku’s muscles, seeing how toned he was, but not overly, and yet still was intelligent and full of ideas, it struck Hitoshi as something he liked.

Hitoshi sighed in relief when the doors to the elevator opened and they both walked down the hall, finding their rooms quickly. “Mom said that the rehearsal dinner starts at 5 but I have to be at the venue by 3 for some last minute checks. She said that you didn’t need to join us unless you wanted to, though.”

He chuckled, “I’ll probably just do the dinner. I need to let my Uncle know we made it safe. We aren’t exactly in safe territory as it’s too far for Uncle to truly control but it’s as safe as it can be.”

Izuku blushed, “Ah. Ok then. I will see you then.” He scurried into his room, quickly locking the door behind him before sighing with relief. Why the hell did his mother put his room right next to the purple haired man’s anyways?

He showered quickly, putting on something nice but comfortable before leaving his room. Izuku stopped short as he made it into the lobby to find Hitoshi waiting for him. “Uncle said I should go with you. He said it would be a good chance to see how the city is faring.” He whispered into Izuku’s ear in answer to the greenette’s unspoken question.

Izuku nodded, “Gotcha. Well, good news is the venue is only a few blocks away so you’ll be able to see a good bit before we get there and it won’t be too far to walk.” He hurried away, leaving Hitoshi to follow quickly behind him.

As they made it out onto the street, Izuku chuckled, “There aren’t any Iida Hotels here in this city, maybe you could mention it to Mr. Iida or Tenya?” Hitoshi frowned, “Why would I mention it?”

Izuku snorted, “Tensei is your uncle, isn’t he?” Hitoshi froze, “How did you-“ Izuku shrugged, “Your last name is Yamada and you look just like the man that helped with my interview for the Iida Hotel job. Plus, you said you dad did HR work.”

Hitoshi laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Damn, you’re smart. Yeah, he’s my uncle. I’ll suggest it to him and Uncle Sho when I get back to the hotel. Uncle Sho has been trying to figure out how to get more of our people out this way to make sure his rules are being followed.”

Like a balloon popping, the tension was gone and the two spent the rest of the walk to the venue pointing out little shops and other small businesses that could probably benefit from Shouta Aizawa’s help. Hitoshi couldn’t help but think that Izuku was great, never shying away from who or what Hitoshi was and even pointing things out that would help his family.

The rest of the day went by well. Hitoshi watched Izuku help his mom and soon to be dad practice for the Western style wedding that Toshinori apparently wanted. He spent the time also texting his two uncles about the ideas that the greenette had had during their walk, the three of them making plans to return to the city and see if any of them were viable.

It wasn’t until Izuku and Hitoshi were walking back that something happened.

Hitoshi heard the screeching tires before he saw the car, a dark, suv with tinted windshields speeding towards them. Izuku yelled, leaping at the purple haired man and tackling him to the side even as the vehicle slammed into the side of the building that they had just been in front of.

Izuku watched, calculatingly, as the vehicle pulled away, racing through a few red lights before disappearing from view. He turned back to the other man, checking him over. Hitoshi had a small scrape on his arm where they had landed on the ground but other than that he was ok.

“What the fuck just happened?” He swore, standing up. Izuku’s eyes returned to where the car had disappeared, shaking his head. “We really just got almost run over by some weirdo that can’t drive and they didn’t even stop to see if we were ok? What is it with drivers these days? First, Eri then…” Izuku trailed off, his eyes growing wide. “They were after you. After your family. You need to tell your uncle. Shit.”

Izuku looked around, the dead street helping him relax some. “We need to get you back to the hotel. Dinner is in the dining room there so we won’t have to leave again tonight and we can drive to the wedding tomorrow.” The greenette started hauling Hitoshi towards the hotel, looking every which way for any danger. Hitoshi didn’t think that Izuku realized he was holding his hand.

Hitoshi snorted, “I’m the big, bad mafia enforcer. I can protect the two of us just fine, though I thank you for what you did back there.” Izuku nodded, sighing with relief when the tall building loomed down the street.

They walked out of the elevator and to their rooms, still holding hands. At their doors, Izuku was surprised when Hitoshi smiled at him, “Thanks for saving me. I’ll be sure to tell my uncle about the car.” Izuku nodded, “I’ll text you the license plate number too. You can give that to him as well.”

They separated into their rooms, Hitoshi receiving the text and then calling his Uncle Sho.

“Some asshole just tried to run Izuku and I over.” He spoke as soon as his uncle answered the phone. His uncle swore, growling at him to tell him everything, which he did, quickly including the license information and the fact that Izuku had made the connection between Hitoshi and Eri after saving Hitoshi from the car.

“I’ll deal with it. Good job Hitoshi. Get some rest and keep safe. Midoriya seems to be a good person like you and Tenya said, so keep him safe as well.” Hitoshi hummed as his uncle gave him new orders. “Yes uncle. I’m a bit concerned though. Why now? After all these years of being who we are, why are they only now coming after us?”

Shouta sighed, “I don’t know, Hitoshi. But we’ll figure it out. Get some rest and call me in the morning.” He bid Hitoshi goodnight before hanging up and leaving the younger to himself.

Hitoshi flopped back into the bed, his mind thinking back to earlier and how it felt to have Izuku on top of him, straddling his waist. His hand inched towards his hardening crotch and with a simple check to make sure both doors were locked, gripped his cock in his fist, gently teasing it.

A few moments later, Hitoshi was naked, sprawled out on his bed with his hand clenched around his rock-hard cock. He couldn’t deny the fact that he had fallen in love with Izuku any longer and having felt the other man’s built muscles and toned abs on top of him, feeling their waists rubbing against each other, having Izuku save him even knowing that he could have saved himself, it was all doing wonderful things to his mind and body.

Hitoshi imagined having Izuku above him, the greenette naked and pierced by his cock as curly hair bounced with every thrust. His hand clenched tighter as he stroked himself, his eyes closing and his imagination taking control.

It almost felt like Izuku was really there, his hands scratching down his chest while his ass clenched around Hitoshi’s hard member, and Hitoshi couldn’t help but moan. He was growing closer, almost there. Just a little bit more.

Hitoshi came with a muffled cry, biting his other hand to keep any sounds from traveling to the object of his dirty thoughts. His chest and hand were splattered with his cum and Hitoshi was pretty thankful that he didn’t need to travel down the hall for the shower, having one of his own in his room.

He stepped under the steaming water, cleaning himself off before chuckling to himself. He needed to get a handle on his thoughts. Izuku probably didn’t even like him that way. He was just a means to an end for the greenette and while that hurt, Hitoshi knew it needed to stay that way even if he wished it wouldn’t.

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The wedding was beautiful. Inko looked fantastic and Toshinori couldn’t stop smiling as he cried happily. Hitoshi couldn’t take his eyes away from Izuku in his all black, emerald green and gold ensemble with Toshinori in gold, Inko in deep, emerald green and the rest of the wedding party in just plain black.

Hitoshi recognized the best man, a police detective that his uncle worked with often that while wasn’t on the family’s payroll, tended to help the family with anything that needed to be taken care of legally. Naomasa Tsukauchi was a good man, and it was just another point towards Izuku having the skills necessary to survive in his family, possibly even by Hitoshi’s side.

After the reception dinner, they danced together, twirling around each other until Izuku was suddenly forced out of his arms by an angry looking blonde. “Stay away from my boyfriend.” The blonde growled. Hitoshi snorted, realizing who it was in front of him. “I don’t think he’s your boyfriend anymore, Bakugo. He’s my boyfriend and nothing you do will ever stop that.”

Izuku slammed his elbow into Katsuki’s gut, making the blonde grunt and curse. “Back off Katsuki. I’m not your anything and you have no right to tell my boyfriend to stay away from me. It’s you that should stay away.” He growled, “Stop trying to get me back, Katsuki. You won’t win and I deserve better than you.”

He returned to Hitoshi’s side, wrapping his hand around the purple haired man’s elbow. “Good bye, Bakugo.” He dragged Hitoshi away to the other side of the dance floor, sitting them down at the table they had eaten at. Izuku sighed, “Sorry about him. I know your uncle probably wants you to do something to him for what he did to that boy, but if you could wait until after mom’s wedding, that would be nice.”

Hitoshi nodded, smiling softly as Izuku yawned. “Why don’t I walk you to your room, Izuku?” He offered, standing up tall and holding out his hand. Izuku chuckled, “Thanks Toshi. Let me just tell mom and Toshinori goodnight and I’ll meet you in the hall.”

He flitted away, leaving Hitoshi to weave through the crowd and out of the ballroom. It was infinitely quieter outside, the music a simple thudded beat instead of an overwhelming pulse and it didn’t take long for Izuku to return to his side, the keys for his parents’ car in his hand.

Once at their doors, Hitoshi froze as Izuku stood on his tiptoes, placing a small kiss to his lips before flushing, looking horrified with himself before disappearing into his room. Hitoshi stood there, his fingers brushing his lips.

Izuku kissed him.

Izuku probably had feelings for him and it wasn’t just Hitoshi. He moved to his suite, sitting on the bed as he stared at the door that rested between their rooms. His traitorous cock twitched in his pants and he moved towards the door, listening as it sounded like Izuku was groaning.

He knocked, hearing a series of swears and thumps as the greenette moved to the door, opening it with haste. Izuku was flushed, his cheeks red and he opened his mouth. “I am so sorry, Hitoshi. I didn’t mean to kiss you. Well, I mean I did but that doesn’t mean anything. I-“ He was cut off as Hitoshi leaned down, his own lips catching on Izuku’s.

He kissed the greenette deeply, his large hand coming up to cup Izuku’s cheek as his tongue poked lips, demanding entrance. Entrance that was given when Hitoshi’s other hand wrapped around Izuku’s waist and pulled him closer, allowing the greenette to feel the outline of hardened steel and he gasped.

They stood there, kissing for longer than either of them realized before Izuku pulled away. “Please, Toshi. Don’t play with me. Not now.” Izuku begged, looking up at Hitoshi with longing. Hitoshi shook his head, “I’ve been in love with you since that dinner with your parents. But I thought you would never feel the same, that I was just a means to an end for you.”

Izuku snorted, “I had the same thoughts. Mom told me after you left that I looked at you like Toshinori looks at her and I realized I loved you. I thought I was just a job to you and that you would disappear once this weekend was over.” He smiled, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I have never been so happy to speak or see someone in my life.”

Hitoshi jumped, devouring Izuku in another kiss as he led the greenette backwards, picking Izuku up and wrapping his knees around his waist. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you, Izuku Midoriya.” He threw the greenette onto his bed.

Izuku moaned, arching his neck and back as kisses and nips were feathered down his neck and onto his collarbone. “Please. Please Toshi. Make love to me.”

Hitoshi pulled his shirt off, watching with lidded eyes as Izuku did the same and suddenly his eyes were wide open. He recognized the small surgical scars that rested underneath each of Izuku’s pecs.

Izuku blushed, hiding them with his hands. “I-I’m a guy. I’ve always known I was male. Mom doesn’t care, I’m her son. But I will understand if you do. Katsuki didn’t like my…well, down there. So usually if we did anything it was with him on top and in the dark.”

Hitoshi leaned down, his hands pulling Izuku’s away from his chest. He placed tender kisses on each scar, running his lip over the dips before pulling a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently before moving over to the next one.

He smirked as Izuku moaned, his head tossed back and eyes closed. “I don’t care what is in your pants Izuku. You could have a bigger cock than me or none at all. I’m bisexual anyways so it really doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that I make you feel good right now and that you feel the pleasure that I want to give you.”

He snorted, “And Bakugo was an idiot. He didn’t realize the beauty of the person he had, both inside and out. But I do and I’m not going to throw that away simply because you have a vagina and not a cock.”

Hitoshi bent down again, licking, nipping and sucking on parts of Izuku’s skin until he reached the top of the greenette’s pants, glancing up at him. “May I?” he asked, smirking when Izuku blushed, nodding eagerly.

Quickly, he removed the black fabric and boxers, revealing pink flesh. “Gorgeous.” He bent down, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bean nesting there. He smirked when Izuku twitched, giving the greenette only a moment before sucking the clit into his mouth, tongue laving over it.

Izuku’s hands sank into his hair, moans coming from him as Hitoshi moved away from his clit and into the rest of his pussy, tongue diving between folds as if he were trying to seek out any secrets hidden there.

“To-toshi, mmm, oh Kami. Yes. P-please.” Izuku begged, his hands gripping purple strands hard enough to send shocks of pain and pleasure into the purple haired man. He ate like a man starved, not stopping even when powerful legs came up to squeeze the sides of Hitoshi’s head as he came. It wasn’t until Izuku was literally shaking with sensitivity that he pulled away, standing up to remove his own pants.

He watched Izuku’s eyes widen at the sight of his rock-hard cock, the length and girth larger than most. Settling over Izuku, Hitoshi smiled down at him. “Let me know if I hurt you, ok?” He asked. Izuku nodded, tensing slightly as he began to enter before relaxing.

Hitoshi’s earlier actions made it easier for his cock to slide into Izuku’s channel, but it didn’t stop the walls from eagerly clenching around him, strangling his cock. “Damn, Izu. Your pussy is clenching around my cock. Feels so good.” He moaned, stopping for a moment to let Izuku adjust.

“You can move, Toshi.” Izuku whispered, looking up at him with big, emerald eyes. Hitoshi leaned down, kissing him passionately as he began to rock, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. He wanted to take his time, to show Izuku just how much pleasure he could have.

He brought Izuku back to the edge slowly, keeping his pace and thrusts slow and even as he peppered the greenette with more kisses and bites. Hitoshi groaned, his eyes sliding shut for a moment as Izuku’s nails scored lines down his back and arms.

“So close, Toshi. ‘m so close.” Izuku whimpered, his walls gripping Hitoshi even tighter. Hitoshi moaned, his hips staggering as he himself drew closer. “Me too, love. Cum for me, Izu. I’ll pull out when I’m closer.”

Izuku shook his head, “No. Please, inside. Cum inside.” Hitoshi tilted his head, forcing himself to keep the same pace. “Are you sure, Kitten?” He asked. Izuku nodded, “Yes, ‘m on birth control. Want all of you.”

Hitoshi shuddered, “Ok kitten. Cum with me then. Come on, baby. You can do it.” He moved a bit faster, making sure to hit Izuku’s gspot at just the right angle each time until Izuku screamed, his legs wrapped around Hitoshi’s waist even as his back arched. Hitoshi groaned, filling Izuku as he came hard.

He glanced down at the greenette who was breathing heavily. “You, my love, are perfect, no matter what.” He whispered, kissing the man softly. Izuku chuckled, kissing him back. “If you keep that up, I’m going to get a second wind.”

Hitoshi’s traitorous cock twitched, making the both of them groan at the resulting clench. “Yeah? I think we could if you wanted to.” And he was right, his cock was already hard again as he looked down at his lover.

Izuku laughed, wrapping his legs around Hitoshi again, quickly surprising him by flipping them over so the greenette was on top. “Get ready for the ride of your life then.”

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Hitoshi woke to a ringing tone and rolled over, quickly realizing that he wasn’t in his own bed and the ringing was coming from his pants still on the floor. He hurried to answer it, “Uncle?”

“Hitoshi. I’m going to need you to come back early. We found the guy who tried to run you over but he’s being very specific about not saying anything unless you are the one he’s speaking to.” Shouta growled.

Hitoshi sighed, glancing back at the bed where Izuku was still sleeping. “I’ll leave here shortly then.” He heard his uncle grunt before hanging up, sighing again as he walked to the bedside.

Shaking Izuku gently, he managed to wake the greenette who looked up at him with sleep filled eyes. “Hey kitten. Uncle Sho just called. He needs me back a bit early. Said the guy that tried to run us over won’t speak to anyone but me.”

Izuku woke up a small bit more after that, smiling softly. “That’s fine, Toshi. I’ll sleep some more, get food then call you when I’m back at mom’s. We can make plans to go back to Himiko’s.”  Hitoshi chuckled, leaning over to kiss him gently. “Sounds good. I’ll be waiting for your text. Love you.”

The greenette sighed happily, “Love you too, Toshi.” He yawned, “When we see each other later, I want to tell you some more of my secrets. I trust you enough for them.” He was asleep before Hitoshi managed to understand the mumbled words but when he did he chuckled, smiling happily as he kissed the Izuku’s forehead.

He grabbed the rest of his clothes, moving to his own room before closing and locking the joint door. He needed to pack and get back to the family quickly.

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Hitoshi strode into his Uncle’s compound, finding both his mother and father just inside the door. “Uncle said the bastard wouldn’t talk to anyone but me?” He questioned. His mother nodded, a scowl on her face. “We’ve been beating him senseless in the meantime so you have enough time to freshen up if you want. Then you can tell me all about those hickeys on your neck.” She winked at him.

He groaned, “Yeah, Izuku liked me back. He’s… mom, dad, he’s perfect. I really love him.” He admitted, blushing heavily. She wiggled her eyebrows as Hizashi laughed. “Son, at least I won’t have to worry about you being a young parent.” Hizashi smirked.

Hitoshi bit his lip, “Yeah…about that. Apparently, Izuku is trans?” Nemuri cooed, “Oh goodie! Grandchildren! Not yet though, get to know him a bit better then give me grandbabies! Oh, Shosho is going to be so happy!”

He snorted, “Uncle Sho has the emotional range of a teaspoon when in public. He’s all grumpy and strict… and he’s right behind me isn’t he?” He turned at the sound of chuckling, “Hiya Uncle Sho. I love you?”

Shouta snorted, “Love you too, brat. Go get a shower and get changed then meet me in interrogation.” Hitoshi nodded, skirting around his parents to practically run to his own suites. That was really embarrassing.

After a really good shower and getting dressed in his Enforcer clothes, Hitoshi made his way through the building to the kitchen. His uncle didn’t exactly say he couldn’t, and it wasn’t like the man was going anywhere, so why not eat something since he missed out on breakfast with Izuku.

A few people came through the kitchen as he was eating some cereal, offering their welcome backs and hellos before leaving again. Eri was the only one that stayed, her tiny little feet kicking back and forth happily as she ate apple slices that Hitoshi had cut up for her.

Hitoshi washed his bowl and spoon, ruffling his cousin’s hair before leaving the kitchen to finally make his way down to the interrogation rooms. Most people would call it a dungeon and had they been living in a castle, he probably would have too. But they didn’t so he wouldn’t.

His uncle rolled his eyes as he grinned at them. “About damn time. Did you use up all the hot water?” Uncle Shouta asked. Hitoshi snorted, “Naw. I missed out on breakfast with Izuku because of this asshole and well, he wasn’t going anywhere anyways, so I had cereal and gave Eri some apple slices.”

Shouta sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Whatever. Just get in there and see what you can get from that guy.” Hitoshi nodded, saluting the man as he walked into the small stone room.

Chained to a chair in the middle of the room was a tall, black haired man with tattoos everywhere and piercing all over his face. There were a few holes where it looked like piercings had been torn out and both of his eyes were black with a crooked nose and busted lip. He even had dark purple bruises scattered about his body, his shirt having been torn away from his chest.

Hitoshi chuckled, dragging a chair to sit in front of the man. “Well, hello there.” The man blinked, not recognizing the purplette in front of him. “What? Come to beat me some more?”

He frowned, “You asked for me, asshole. Now talk!” The man’s eyes widened, chuckling softly. “Ah. You’re Hitoshi Yamada. I see. Well, it wasn’t so much that I was asking for you but something I needed you to do.”

Hitoshi sighed, ignoring the insinuation that he would do anything that the man asked of him. “If you didn’t know who I was and what I looked like, why would you try to run me over with your car yesterday?” The man snorted, “Who said I was trying to run you over?”

Shouta frowned, coming up beside his nephew. “If you weren’t trying to run him over then why did your car nearly kill my nephew?” The man rolled his eyes, “Are all mafia people this fucking stupid? I wasn’t trying to kill that fuck!”  He pointed his head at Hitoshi.

Hitoshi’s eyes widened, “If you weren’t trying to kill me, then why did you ask for me?” He was terrified of the answer. The man chuckled, groaning in pain at the movement.

“To get you away from my team’s real target.”

Hitoshi swore, standing up so fast that his chair fell backwards as he raced out of the room. He quickly dialed Izuku’s number, begging him to pick up. When he didn’t, Hitoshi swore again, pulling up a tracker he had installed on the other’s phone. Finding it at Inko’s, Hitoshi looked up at his parents and uncle. “He’s not answering. And his tracker says he’s not driving still, that he’s at his mom’s.”

Shouta nodded, “Go, I’ll grab some people and follow you.” Hitoshi slammed his way into the garage, grabbing his keys off of the rack and jumping into his car. “Please be ok, Izuku.” He muttered.

He tore out of the garage, noting the various cars that followed, though it wasn’t the whole force. He was thankful that Izuku’s house wasn’t too far from his, pulling up into the driveway only a short 20 minutes later.

Izuku’s mom’s car was in the driveway, turned off and everything, but it was the side door that he knew led to the kitchen that terrified him. It was wide open and from what he could see of the door jam, it had been kicked open.

Hitoshi pulled out his gun, having put it on when he got dressed earlier, and aimed it as he walked up to the door. He could hear his uncle ordering the men to surround the house, to search for a green-haired man and call if they found him, but he ignored it, continuing his entrance.

He gasped, finding dishes and glass shattered everywhere. Most of the kitchen was in shambles and Hitoshi hissed at the sight of a large body laying in the middle of it, a giant pool of blood directly under the body.

“Hitoshi, do you know that man?” He heard his uncle ask. He shook his head, “No sir. Must be one of the invaders.” He walked further inside and found that the rest of the house looked much like the kitchen, destroyed completely with furniture knocked over and things broken.

He found another body in the living room as well as one in the hallway that lead to what he thought was the bedrooms. Each one was either killed by stabbing or by getting shot and yet, Hitoshi didn’t find any guns.

Hitoshi cautiously pushed one door open as his Uncle and father opened the other two, both of them shouting clear before joining Hitoshi in what was probably Izuku’s room. The space was a mess and covered in papers.

Izuku’s laptop, screen broken and cast aside, was on the floor and Hitoshi picked it up. “They were after him for something. He was always working on his laptop so maybe it will tell us something about why he was attacked.”

He looked around some more, and not finding anything else, stepped outside. “Did anyone find him?” He asked. Their head of security, a man with the name Ryo Inui, shook his head. “No sir. But some of the men found tire tracks leading from the back porch out onto the main road. They’re fresh, maybe no more than 30 minutes before we got here.”

Hitoshi cursed, “Damn it.” He sighed, “What about his phone? Did anyone find that?” His mom stepped forward, holding the device he recognized as Izuku’s cell. “It was on the counter in the bathroom.”

He shook. This was all his fault. He should have made sure Izuku was safe and because he took that extra time to eat, he didn’t get the information in time to save the man he loved. A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.

“We will get him back, Hitoshi. I swear it.” Shouta growled. “We should go back to the compound and see what was on the laptop. It could give us a clue as to why they were after him.” He nodded, following the rest of his family back to the cars.

He would get his Izuku back.

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Izuku woke as a small slam of a door startled him and he looked around before remembering how Hitoshi had woken him earlier and said he had to leave early. He giggled, standing up to get a shower before getting dressed in comfy clothes. It wasn’t too hard for him to pack up his suitcase again before settling himself in his parents’ car, even if he had to adjust the seat because Toshinori was such a giant.

He hated driving alone, especially long trips since he didn’t have anyone to talk to in order to pass the time. He turned on the radio, singing along to the songs as he drove, occasionally stopping for gas or the bathroom before finally making it back into town.

Izuku smiled as he reached his mom’s house. He had the whole house to himself for the week and he wanted to get a bit of work done with his underground blog as well as some deep cleaning that Inko just hadn’t had the time for while planning a wedding.

He pulled his laptop out of it’s case, plugging it into the charger while he moved to the kitchen to make a meal, stopping at the sound of a car pulling up the drive.

Frowning, Izuku glanced through the curtains, finding someone he recognized as a thug for hire. His eyes widened, and he whirled to type in the code to the safe. Pulling out his gun, Izuku turned, his eyes following the shadow of someone coming to the side door.

He clicked the safety off, aiming it at the kitchen. Shortly, a big, tall man walked through, his eyes gleaming as he saw Izuku. That is until he noticed the gun. Izuku shot the man, downing him right there where he stood before running at the second person who walked in, jumping them and knocking them into the cabinet that held his mother’s dishes, breaking them.

Mentally apologizing to his mother, Izuku fought with the second person until he was able to get them off of him and he ran for the living room. He was tackled, forced to fight two at the same time, one of which was trying to get the gun away from him while the other was simply whaling on him.

Managing to get the gun properly in his hand, Izuku pulled the trigger, shooting one of them and stunning the other with the loud bang.  Then, knowing that his bedroom door could lock, he ran, turning to shoot the third one. He didn’t see the fourth man, the one he recognized, who growled, backhanding Izuku into his room and knocking the gun away from him.

“Fucking hell. No amount of money is worth this fucking shit killing my crew! That bastard had better pay us more for the trouble!” He growled, his hand coming up to grip Izuku’s neck, lifting him to his feet. “Either you stop fighting or I’ll come back when your pretty little mother gets back.”

Izuku froze, his nose twitching as he sighed, “Fine.” He huffed, “Who hired you anyways and why me?” He asked. The man chuckled, “You’ll see. I don’t know why he wants you, but he was rather pissed off when he hired us. Is gonna pay real good money too.”

He struggled a bit as he was walked outside and forced into the trunk of the car they had arrived in. The car started but didn’t move until a few minutes later, the voices of his kidnapper talking in the front seat. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but he could tell they were upset at something.

Feeling around his pockets, Izuku groaned when he realized that his phone was still in the kitchen, right next to where he had gone in there to make dinner. Instead, he counted the stops, turns and bumps, He didn’t know who it was that had hired the bozos but he wasn’t about to let them kill him. He had so much more to live for.

It felt like forever before the car stopped, turning off as the door slammed in the front of the car. He took a deep breath, tensing as the trunk opened and the man from earlier loomed over him.

Izuku bit the man’s hand as he was pulled out of the trunk, hissing as he was backhanded and fell to the hard concrete. Winded and dizzy, he wasn’t able to fight back as he was dragged over to the middle of the room, quickly tied down to a chair.

He glared up at the man as he turned, facing the shadows, “He’s here and he killed three of my men. You said he was weak and wouldn’t put up a fight so you owe us more money for our troubles.” The man shouted at the figure coming in out of the dark.

Izuku barely had time to blink before silver flashed into the light and the man dropped, spraying Izuku with red as a hole formed in the middle of his head.

“Fuckin’ bastards. Wasn’t going to pay you anyways.”

Katsuki Bakugo strode out of the shadows, his gun still in his hand. “Hello Izuku. I hope those assholes didn’t rough you up too badly. I still have a bit of use for you.”

Izuku struggled against his bindings, spitting mad at the blonde in front of him. “What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you, Katsuki?”

Katsuki sneered, kicking the corpse of the man he had just killed away from Izuku’s feet. “Me? What about you? Your fucking blog took away my business and got those fucking idiots arrested!”

Izuku frowned, “Katsuki, what the fuck are you talking about? I only ever took down…” His eyes widened. “You… you’re the boss of the drug ring.

Katsuki grinned, twirling the gun around his fingers. “Ding, ding, ding. I always knew you were smart.” Izuku frowned, “If I took down your business, why the hell would you fight so hard to get me back?”

He cackled, “Oh Izuku. You’re now the son of one of the most richest men in Japan. If I were to marry you, breed you even, play happy little family with you for just a bit longer, I could have gotten daddy dearest to unknowingly fund my little business venture.”

Katsuki scowled, “But then you had to go and break up with me and ruin it all!” He sighed, “Besides, I didn’t know you were that fucking blogger at the time. And then you showed up with a new boyfriend, and suddenly grew a spine. I either had to get rid of him or I had to get rid of you.”

Izuku rolled his eyes, “Your original plan wouldn’t have worked anyways. I’ve been on birth control ever since our first month together.” He was thankful for that little decision. At the time it made sense because he didn’t want to get pregnant before marriage but as time went on and Katsuki began to show his true colors, he grew more and more sure of his choice.

Katsuki smirked, “I changed out your pills ages ago. You’ve been taking a placebo sugar pill for months.” Izuku gaped, “What, but… “ The blonde cackled, tossing the gun between hands. “Yes, you fucking idiot. I was trying to get you pregnant. Why else would I fuck you in that disgusting hole?”

Izuku snarled, “All this, for money. Why the fuck would you get into drugs, Katsuki? Your parents were fucking rich and you had that too!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, his head tilting back. “The hag and the old man wrote me out of their will. Said the only way I could have what I was promised back was if I settled down, got married, had a few kids. They didn’t care if the kids were adopted or not, just that I settled down. By that time I had already started my empire and I figured, why the hell not. It’s not like anyone would know. But then you came in with your stupid annoying brain and took that away from me. Then you broke up with me and wouldn’t come back!”

Izuku froze as Katsuki strode up to him, back handing him hard enough that the chair tipped over and he landed almost directly in the puddle of blood. A small glint of something shiny caught his attention.

Katsuki growled as his phone rang, and Izuku watched as he walked a small distance away, his back turned to the greenette as he spoke to someone with an aggressive tone. Izuku looked back at the shiny metal, realizing quickly that it was a pocketknife that had fallen out of his kidnapper’s pocket.

He struggled to turn around, checking every few moments to make sure the crazy blonde wasn’t watching but finally, Izuku managed to get a good grip on the knife, opening it and sawing away at the ropes that still connected him to his chair.

Izuku coughed as the ropes broke, crawling away from the blood and the chair as fast as he could. He needed to get away. Hitoshi could protect him from the man who went coo coo for cocoa puffs for money.

“And where the fuck do you think you are going?”

Izuku whimpered at the sound of Katsuki’s voice, crying in pain as his hair was grabbed and he was pulled to his knees. “I wasn’t done with you, bitch!” Katsuki slammed his fist into Izuku’s stomach before throwing him back to the ground.

“Katsuki, please.” He tried, his hand still gripping the small pocketknife. The blonde laughed, stalking towards Izuku with murder in his eyes. “Sorry, Izuku, but you got in my way and well, I never loved you to begin with.” He raised his gun, “Goodbye Izuku. I’ll be sure to take care of Auntie for you.”

Izuku threw the knife, the blade somehow slamming home in Katsuki’s hand and making him drop the gun. Within seconds, Izuku jumped, tackling his once friend, now ex-boyfriend to the ground as they struggled for control of the gun.

His fists slammed into Katsuki’s face, his knees gripping hips as he forced the muzzle of the weapon down and away from his own body. “I have too much to live for now, Katsuki. I won’t let you kill me!” He screamed.

Katsuki snarled, “Too fucking bad!” Izuku felt his fingers clench and braced himself for pain as the gun went off.

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Hitoshi pulled up at the warehouse with a team of their men, most of them spreading out to surround the place. They had ended up tracing a few calls made to the dead mens’ cells, finding that the number belonged to none other than Katuski Bakugo.

He wasn’t sure if the blonde had set out to kill Izuku or if he just wanted to break the greenette for dumping him but either way, Hitoshi was terrified of what he might find inside. If it weren’t for their techs putting a tracer on Bakugo’s phone, they probably wouldn’t have found the warehouse either.

Hitoshi walked inside, hissing at the sight. There were three bodies, each of them close enough together that the purple haired man couldn’t tell where the massive amount of blood was coming from.

He ran over to Izuku, checking him for wounds as his uncle’s men checked to make sure the other two were out cold or dead. His fingers found a pulse and Hitoshi sighed, relieved. “Come on, Kitten. Wake up love. Open your eyes for me.” He begged, his hand cupping Izuku’s cheek.

Izuku opened his eyes weakly, smiling up at Hitoshi when he realized he was finally safe. “Toshi. He tried to kill me. I had to, I had to kill him. I didn’t want to.”

Hitoshi shushed the greenette, his thumb wiping away tears. “I know, Kitten. I know. Don’t worry, I’ve got you now. Get some rest while Uncle’s men clean up the building and we’ll go back to my place.”

Izuku nodded, allowing his lover to pick him up and carry him away bridal style. He shook as the cold night air traveled through Izuku’s blood soaked shirt but once they were in the car, Hitoshi wasted no time getting it off and putting a coat around him.

“You can borrow my stuff when we get back but for now, I’ll crank up the heat in here.” He offered, pulling the greenette closer to him. “Thanks, Toshi.” He sighed, “Mom’s gonna be pissed about her dishes though.”

Hitoshi snorted, “Uncle has already cleaned the house up and replaced the dishes. The cleaners should be done well before your parents get home if they aren’t already. So don’t worry about that, just concentrate on getting some rest before we get back.”

Izuku nodded, “Thanks for coming to get me. I was too tired after fighting Katsuki to do anything other than pass out.” Hitoshi sighed, “Of course my love. I’d do anything for you.” He gently lifted Izuku’s face, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Do you know why the blonde bitch was trying to kill you?” Hitoshi asked, picking a piece of what looked like glass from one of his mother’s dishes out of the green strands. Izuku, tired from the adrenaline crash, barely nodded.

“He ‘as in ch’ge of t’ drug ring I t’k down a few months ‘go.”

Hitoshi frowned, “What do you mean?” Silence met his question and he looked down to find that Izuku had fallen asleep. The door to the car opened, showing the leader of their men. “Sir, the blonde has been collected as ordered and the rest of the building is being burnt as we speak. What should we do with the blonde’s body?” Snipe asked.

He looked down at the man in his arms. Hitoshi knew that if Bakugo were to simply disappear, it wouldn’t end well for Izuku or his family. But if the bitch were to be found in a random alley somewhere in town, dead from a stabbing with his wallet missing, the police would assume it was a mugging gone wrong.

Saying just as much to the man, the car was returned to silence even as his driver climbed into the front seat, softly telling Hitoshi that they were headed back to the compound. Hitoshi held Izuku the whole time, playing with green strands until they had arrived, and the door opened to reveal his Uncle.

“You got him back. Good. He should probably be checked over and eat something before getting a shower if you can wake him.” Shouta offered. Hitoshi sighed, gently shaking Izuku awake.

Big green eyes looked up at him. “Come on, love. We’re back at the compound. You need to eat and be checked over by the medic so you can shower and sleep. Do you think you have enough energy for that?” Hitoshi asked. Izuku nodded, sitting up slowly. He noticed Shouta standing just outside the door.

“I’m sorry you had to rescue me. Thank you though.”

Shouta waved his hand, “Don’t mention it. Just treat my nephew with the proper love and I’ll be happy.” Izuku blushed, smiling tiredly as he slid from the car. He allowed Hitoshi to lead him to the kitchen where a few people were milling about, most of them cooking food while an older woman tapped her cane impatiently.

“Well, boy. Come here so I can look you over properly. Old women like me need their beauty sleep and its already late enough.” She grouched. Izuku gulped, walking nearer to her as she patted the chair that had been pulled out. He winced a few times as she pressed on his bruises, checking his few cuts and scrapes for anything needing a more serious look.

Not finding anything, she smiled. “You look awful, but you are just fine. A few bruises and cuts but nothing that warrants staying overnight in the infirmary. Just take it easy for a few days and get some rest.” She pat his shoulder, leaving quickly with a short nod to Shouta.

“Well, that’s good to know. Let’s get some food into you and then Hitoshi can show you to your room.” Shouta smirked before nodding at Hitoshi. The purple haired man walked closer to his uncle as the cooks delivered a bowl of rice and miso.

“He said something in the car before he fell asleep. Said the blonde was after him because of he took down a drug ring but I don’t know what that means.” Hitoshi offered, his eyes still trained on the greenette.

His uncle nodded, “I do. The techs were able to get through the laptop finally. Your name was the password, just so you know. He’s got some great encryptions on that thing. Either way, he’s an underground informant. Shockingly enough, he’s one of the few informants that doesn’t get paid for his work because no one knew who he was. I’ve been trying to figure it out myself so that we can get him working for us.”

Hitoshi frowned, “But that means…” Shouta nodded, “Yeah, he’s Rouge. The ghost that helped us take down the Shie Hassakai.” They both looked at Izuku who was smiling up at the chef, talking animatedly to him about the different flavor profiles.

Shouta snorted, “Out of all the people you could have fallen in love with, you fell for the one person with better connections than me.” Hitoshi smirked, “Yeah, apparently I did.” He watched as his uncle sighed, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight you two.”

Hitoshi waited patiently for Izuku to finish eating, helping him into and out of the shower before offering him some clothes to wear until they could go to his mom’s place. Whispering into green strands, Hitoshi let a tear roll down his cheek. “I love you so much, Izuku. I was so scared that I had lost you.”

Izuku sighed, “I know, Toshi. I was terrified too. I thought I was going to die and never see you again.” He bit his lips. “Toshi?” He began. Hitoshi looked down at him, “What’s up, Kitten?”

He smiled, “It’s probably a bit early, but how do you feel about kids?” Hitoshi bluescreened. Kids? Now? He coughed, “Well, I mean when we are ready, that wouldn’t be a dealbreaker for me. I love Eri and I could see the two of us having our own, but why are you asking that now?”

Izuku bit his lip, “Apparently, Katsuki tried to get me pregnant and changed out my birth control. So yesterday,” He paused, mumbling slightly. “Holy hell, it was only yesterday. Anyways, it means we didn’t actually have birth control like I thought.”

Hitoshi chuckled, “Well, if you are pregnant with my child, that’s fine. It would be a bit early, but I’m not opposed to it. I have the money and you will be getting a really good benefit package with your new job. Besides, you’ve met my family. Do you really think they would let our child go hungry? They spoil Eri rotten just like they did me. We’ll be just fine.”

Izuku snorted, “That’s fair. Also, I was going to tell you anyways, but I run a information network?” Hitoshi smirked, “I know. Our techs managed to finally get through your encryption on your laptop. Though, my name? Really?”

The greenette giggled, “I bet they had a really fun time getting through it. I do hope they didn’t try on their own computers with mine hooked up though.” Izuku began to cackle at the look of fear on Hitoshi’s face. “Toshi, I’ll fix it in the morning, but if they did then they only have a few more hours until their entire system gets locked up.”

Hitoshi roared, his laughter shaking the bed. “Oh man. That will be priceless.” He smirked, “So, Rouge huh? What made you pick that name?” Izuku giggled, “It was my favorite character in the D&D games my mom and I played when I was younger. I love strategy games and she got tired of chess, so she and I learned to play D&D together instead. It kept me busy and was still fun for her.”

He yawned, nuzzling closer to Hitoshi, who kissed the top of his head. “Good night, Kitten. I love you.”

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The next several weeks were a blur for the duo.

Oboro woke up, surprising everyone with memories of things he heard while in his coma. Shouta and Eri were overjoyed at his return which was spent with the old woman checking him over. Izuku later found out that her name was Chiyo and she had been the family’s personal doctor for two whole generations so everyone tended to treat her like their grandmother.

Katsuki’s corpse had been found in a random alley, his wallet missing and blood pooled beneath him. Izuku had woken to a tearful call from his aunt after the cops visited her and Uncle Ru the next morning with the news. He was sad that his old friend had gone so bad, missing the person the blonde used to be, but he knew things were for the better. His funeral was long, with many people coming into the country to pay their respects to the Fashion duo and their loss.

Inko and Toshinori cut their honeymoon short, wanting to be there for their friends and Izuku. They made plans to travel around the world a bit before returning home again to make up for it, something that ended up getting cut short again with more news. This time good.

Izuku, having spent several days curled up in bed or hunched over the toilet, was definitely pregnant.

Hitoshi was the perfect father, taking care of his lover with a keen eye and helpful options. Both families grew closer during that time, revealing to Inko and Toshinori that Hitoshi was actually the nephew of the only mafia boss in Japan and that he was the heir if Eri didn’t want the position when she got older. They didn’t really care about that as long as Izuku and his child were safe and loved.

Well, children.

Turns out that when the birth control had worked it’s way out of his system just shortly after breaking things off with Katsuki, Izuku’s chances of having multiple children at the same time went way, way up, shocking everyone with the healthy heartbeats of twins.

Which was quickly followed by a set of triplets when the twins were 4.

Eri did end up taking over the family business, though she left most of the day-to-day tasks to her own husband, Kota Izumi, who she met after he jumped in front of a bullet that was aimed to take her out when she was 16.

Izuku still writes for the Iida Hotel company, though he travels less and tends to take his husband with him when he does.

 And Hitoshi, he’s still happier than ever. How could he not be when he’s loving the rogue?