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The TV was the first familiar sound they’d heard in a long time.
Tucked away in a small appliance store on the main street, the faint, indistinct voices were like a beacon in the abandoned valley town.
Since the entire town was deserted, it also serves as the only messenger from the outside world. The teens had been isolated long enough to be relieved by images of people–faces and voices that were not their own, moving freely across the screen to remind them that there were whole swaths of people still out there. Among them their friends and families…
They stand motionless in front of the screen, no one saying a word.
Then the news comes on, and they inch closer to the TV in anticipation. Bakugou shoots both of his arms out in front of Shouto and Izuku as if trying to block them from something.
“Everyone shut the fuck up.” He commands.
“No one said anything.” Shouto deadpans in response.
“I said shut the fuck up, it’s starting!”
“But–“
“Guys, listen!” Izuku, standing between the two, grabs their wrists to still them.
Bakugou yanks his hand away. “Don’t tell me what to do.” he mutters between his teeth.
Izuku reaches for him again a moment later, just as the news anchor begins to speak, and by then he’s too distracted to pull away.
“… In other news, it's been just two weeks since the latest clash between pro heroes and villains. Evacuation orders remain in place across the prefecture and the death toll is still unknown. It’s unclear whether the situation will improve, as search and rescue operations are spread thin responding to a record uptick in crime across the country that shows no signs of slowing down.
The Paranormal Liberation Front, formerly known as the League of Villains, repeatedly denies any involvement in the spate of kidnappings earlier this spring that sparked the recent crime wave, alleging one of their own high ranking members was among those kidnapped. Despite their claims, pro heroes, with the help of detectives, continue to pursue members believed to be involved in the kidnappings, while villains continue to retaliate in protest throughout the region.
Among those kidnapped were students from each of the country’s top hero academies, including five students from Musutafu’s prestigious U.A. High School. A handful of pro heroes were also reported missing by their agencies around the same time, prompting officials to include them as part of the ongoing investigation.
This month the Hero Public Safety Commission instituted a countrywide lockdown order that will remain in effect at least until the end of summer. The order, which includes mandatory closure of businesses and schools, has gotten backlash from local communities who say the extended lockdown is forcing some businesses to close permanently.
A sweeping relief package aimed at stimulating the country’s economy is set to be announced later this week.
And that’s it for today’s news. Stay tuned for the weather report after the break.
… Lately, you’ve been losing sleep, getting hot flashes, you’re anxious and irritable… your mind and body feel out of sync. If this is you, then it’s time to clear your body’s meridian pathway and balance your Qi…”
As the commercial continues to play, the three stare at the screen unblinkingly.
“There’s more of us out there…” Izuku says slowly, as the gravity of the situation begins to dawn on him.
“Right. If we want to avoid getting recaptured, we need to get out of here, now, and find someplace private so we can start coming up with a plan.” Shouto announces.
“Way ahead of you, icy hot.” Bakugou says, twirling a phone in his hand with a self satisfied smirk.
“Woah, where’d you find that Kacchan?”
“Remember that dead chick you stepped on earlier like an idiot? When you did that her phone fell out of her pocket. Seemed like it could help us to have one.”
Izuku gawks at him. “What? Seriously? What if her family’s trying to find her? You need to give it back!”
Bakugou huffs, rolling his eyes. “It’s not connected to anything, and it doesn’t even have internet. I checked. Her family’s not gonna find shit with this.”
Shouto regards the phone with curiosity, then asks “so what was the point of taking it then?”
“Well, I snooped around in it, apparently the rest of the chick’s family evacuated. Her house is basically sitting empty, and going by the address saved in her contacts, it’s pretty secluded. I say we check it out.” He pushes the phone into Izuku’s hand. “But here, take a look for your damn selves.”
Izuku holds it out so Shouto can read as well, and they both skim the family group chat’s messages on the screen. The conversation is a tragic exchange, detailing that during the evacuation, rescue vehicles ran out of room by the time she was ready to board, so she urged her family to go on ahead without her. She’d catch the next one, promising she’d be with them soon enough.
She assured them she had plenty of food and supplies to last her the short wait. Bakugou must’ve taken note of that, Izuku thinks. It sounds promising.
Guilt floods his mind right then, disbelieving that in that moment he cared more about the prospect of using her and her family’s things more than anything else.
It felt wrong, like they were taking advantage of a woman's life opportunistically, just because she’s dead and no one else is around to stop them. Izuku likes to think he’s not the type of person who would knowingly take advantage of a lamentable situation so callously like that.
Wasn’t there another house they could crash where everyone was evacuated safely? Or one that had no backstory at all?
“This isn’t right, Kacchan.” He murmurs, allowing Shouto to hold the phone as he drops his arms to his sides.
Bakugou sighs, stepping into his personal space to cup his face in his hands. “I know this is all kinda fucked up,” he says, matching Izuku’s quiet tone, his red eyes soft like he understands what Izuku’s feeling. “But, what else are we supposed to do? If we spend time looking around for another place we increase our chances of getting caught. Plus, we know there’s food there. Get what I’m saying?” He smooths his thumb over Izuku’s freckles in a way he knows makes him weak.
“Yeah, but it’s just– it’s selfish.”
Bakugou shrugs. “Eh. You gotta be a little selfish if you wanna survive, dont’cha think?”
Izuku looks away from him, conflicted. “I guess so...”
Bakugou looks over to Shouto, who’s still skimming through the phone.
“Hey, half n half, so whaddaya think? We should check this place out, right?”
Shouto’s forefinger pauses on the screen as he looks up. “It’s not ideal but it’s our best option.” He says, expression unreadable. In his other hand, he holds up a phone charger encased in plastic packaging. “By the way, this was sitting by the TVs. Figured we’d need it.”
“Hell yeah! Nice find.” Bakugou exclaims, his typical arrogant grin settling back into his features. He takes his hands off of Izuku’s face and hooks an arm around his neck and pulls him in close, so he can say in his ear, “See Deku? Even he agrees it’s a good idea.”
Izuku nods, Bakugou’s words pleasantly ghosting over his skin, but he’s still not convinced. It doesn’t matter what he thinks though, as he’s clearly outnumbered. All he can do is try not to think about how he’ll be sleeping and fucking in some dead woman’s bed, and eating her food. They’ll probably even steal some clothes too, because they really need some new ones.
His gut twists in shame, unable to justify it to himself. On the way to the house, Bakugou senses his troubled thoughts, assures him it’ll probably just be for a day or two, not long at all.
“Just think about me and Todoroki,” he says in a low voice that he knows wipes the thoughts from Izuku’s mind. The latter bites his lip, his body starts to heat up. Bakugou always knows how to make him pliant, but within his mind he still fights it. “Think about us on a warm, cozy bed, ‘cause after all we’ve been through we deserve it. At least for one night, yeah?”
But Izuku doesn’t feel like he deserves it at all. Not one bit.
The house sits on a small hill, secluded at the edge of a long and narrow road. A rocky pathway covered in moss leads to the entrance, which stands hidden behind vibrant maple trees.
They try the front door first, but it’s locked. Then they check for any sign of an alarm system. Finding none, Bakugou volunteers to pry open a back window. The pane is old, so it’s not too much of a struggle.
They climb into what looks like a small guest bedroom furnished with the bare essentials. They keep going, finding themselves in the living room. Natural light streams in, shining on the floor to ceiling honey oak. There’s zabutons arranged neatly on top of tatami mats. An empty teapot sits atop a low table in the center of the room. Shelves along the walls hold rows of picture frames displaying family portraits, anniversaries, weddings, vacations–all constant reminders of the life that existed here before them.
The three stand together, seemingly unsure at
first of what to do or say next now that they’ve arrived at their destination.
Bakugou stretches his arms over his head. “I need a damn shower,” he announces, breaking the silence that hangs over them.
He studies the scabs and the dirt littering his arms from the epic blast he’d made on the mountainside mere hours ago. “Gross.” He mutters, then looks down at his naked torso. “And I need a shirt too.”
Shouto looks over at him. “Some of those cuts look like they’d be hard to reach. You want any help with that?” He offers.
Bakugou eyes widen for a split second, then narrow into a leer. “Heh. Sure. I could use some help.” He looks over at Izuku. “Deku, you good over there?”
Izuku stands in front of the rows of family photos, analyzing them. “Yeah. I’ll shower when you guys are done.” He mumbles.
The other two leave, and the room is quiet again.
Izuku couldn’t help himself–the phone in his hand contained hundreds of photos of the woman and her family–and matching the phone’s images with the older, framed ones became like a sort of treasure hunt.
A loose timeline of milestones and accomplishments reveals itself across the myriad of images, immersing him and causing him to lose track of time.
Later, something rubs against the back of his pants, bringing him back to reality. Looking down, he sees a lanky, black cat weaving through his legs, vying for his attention with soft meows.
He perks up, recognizing the cat among the images he’d seen. He crouches down, sticks the phone out to show the cat what’s on the screen.
“Is this you?” He asks. What’s on the display is a picture of the cat lying on the ground on its back, exposing a single white stripe on its belly.
In response, the cat meows louder.
“And this is definitely you.” He reaches for a small, ornate picture frame holding an overexposed picture of a young girl grinning in front of a birthday cake, holding in her arms a black kitten wearing a small party hat fitted around its head.
The cat meows again, pacing around Izuku with increased haste. He sets the frame back down and follows the cat as it leads him to a kitchen, pausing next to an empty water bowl. There's a large bag of cat food next to it that’s torn open, surrounded by a mess of granules spilling from the tear onto the floor.
Izuku takes the water bowl and fills it in the kitchen sink. He crouches down next to the cat, watching its pink tongue darting in and out as it licks up the water, nearly drinking the entire bowl.
That he could help the lady’s cat makes him feel a little better about staying in her home. But he still doesn’t think it justifies giving a free pass to everything in her house.
Oh well. Nothing he could do about it at this point.
Bakugou and Shouto come back from their shower a while later, and he instructs them to look after the cat in his absence.
The bathroom is easy enough to find. It’s unremarkable, save for the lingering smell of soap, and only because he knows the other two so well, he can also detect the faint scent of sex when he steps into the shower. It annoys him that they could be so flippant, and their difference in attitudes makes him feel alienated. Perhaps there must be something wrong with him for being the only one who cares this much about someone he’s never met.
He leans his weight against the teak wall, watching water swirl into the shower drain. He shuts his eyes, feels the water pour over him as it drowns out his thoughts.
When Izuku comes out of the bathroom the cat is gone. Bakugou and Shouto are casually sitting in the living room eating what looks to be cooked soba.
“Where’d it go?” Is the first thing Izuku says when he sees them.
Bakugou blinks up at him. “Where’d what go?”
Shouto turns to Bakugou. “He’s talking about the cat, you idiot. You said you’d watch it while I was cooking.”
Bakugou points at him with his chopsticks. “Hey, I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, asshat. Look, it’s been a long day. Saving everyone’s damn life took a lot out of me, I must’ve dozed off.”
Izuku sits down with an angry huff. “Sure you did,” he snaps, picking up his chopsticks. He doesn’t make eye contact with either of them as he eats, his face flush with anger.
Bakugou places a hand on his shoulder. “Oy, that cat obviously knows how to get back here. Don’t worry about it, okay?”
Izuku shoves his hand away roughly. “Don’t touch me.”
Bakugou recoils, taken aback. “Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? Chill out, it’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me, and that’s what you don’t get. You only think about yourself.” Izuku stands up, grabs his bowl of soba and chopsticks. “Thank you for making the soba Shouto, it’s great, but I’m gonna go eat this somewhere else. Hope that’s okay.”
He doesn’t look to see Shouto’s response, just turns around and walks away, disappearing out of their view.
“Fuck’s sake, acting like he’s got a stick up his ass...” Bakugou mutters into his bowl of noodles.
“So I’m guessing it wasn’t worth it then.” Shouto mutters.
“Wasn’t worth what?”
“Forcing him to come here against his will.”
Bakugou downs the last of his broth and slams his chopsticks down on the table, glowering at Shouto. “I didn’t force him into anything, but if you really had a problem with it, why the hell did you agree with me?”
“I was giving you my honest opinion at the time. I couldn’t have known it would get this bad, you know him better than I do. But yet, you pushed him to come here despite knowing how badly it was affecting him.”
Bakugou crosses his arms, looks away indignantly.
“He could’ve easily said no.”
“He did, you just chose to ignore him.”
“Tch... Well, the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“Nothing. Just hope he doesn’t resent you for it.”
“Eh. I’ve done way worse shit to him, he’ll be fine.”
“But the point is he’s not.”
Bakugou lets out an exasperated breath. “Alright, fuck this conversation.” He wipes his mouth and stands up. “Thanks for making that soba.” He says before he goes, leaving Shouto alone.
Izuku makes himself scarce for the rest of the day, finding the cat in the trees behind the house and playing with it to pass the time. He goes to the edge of the treeline so he can look up at the stars, dozing off with the cat curled up in his lap.
Some time later, the cat jumps from his lap abruptly, and the movement jolts him awake. He rubs his eyes and looks around. Bakugou is crouching right in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face. Izuku notices he’s wearing different clothes–a plain gray t-shirt with black fitted pants ripped at the knees that probably belong to the dead lady’s teenaged son.
“What do you want?” He asks with a hint of irritation.
“We were wondering where you went off too, so I came out to find your ass.”
Izuku yawns. “Welp. Here I am. You found me.”
Bakugou stares at him openly. His red eyes search his face as if trying to decipher what he’s thinking.
“Are you still pissed at me?”
“And what if I said I am?”
“I would say you should let it out.”
“I’m not gonna fight you Kacchan.”
“Let it out some other way then.”
Contemplating it, the curly haired teen finds that he doesn’t know another outlet to channel his present anger aside from fighting. Maybe they could talk it out, but he doesn’t have the energy for that.
Izuku sighs and stands up, brushing off some leaves that had fallen on him while he’d been asleep.
“Not tonight. I’m heading back.”
As soon as he steps forward, Bakugou pushes him against the tree, bunching the collar of his shirt up into his raised fist, using it to pin him in place.
“No. You need to let it out, Deku!” He barks.
At that, Izuku breaks. He clenches his jaw, eyebrows snapping together, dark green eyes boring into the other’s crimson ones. His level of fury rises to match Bakugou’s, hands tensing into open fists at his sides. Green sparks begin flickering around his arms.
“Get…” he starts. In the next second there’s a burst of electric energy. “...off of me!” He shouts, driving his arms forward and shoving Bakugou away from him with force accentuated by his quirk.
Bakugou trips back a few steps, but doesn’t fall. “I thought you said you weren’t going to fight me.”
Explosions burst in his palms, he rears back.
Izuku drops into a defensive stance, ready for Bakugou’s next blow. “You’re not giving me a choice!”
“Well, you started it. Now I’m just finishing it!” The blond lunges at him with his patent right hook. Izuku ducks and quickly evades it. He’s not expecting the uppercut to his stomach though, making him double over, creating an opening that Bakugou takes advantage of.
He pins Izuku to the ground, blasting the side of his face into the dirt and grass. He’s using a low grade of energy, but still it causes agony all the same.
Izuku frantically pulls his hand off, a bright pink palm print now scalded into his skin. He coughs, chest heaving from Bakugou’s punch. He clenches and unclenches his fists, his quirk still spiraling around his arms.
Bakugou is breathing hard above him, dragging his nails into the dirt and firing explosions in the grass above Izuku’s head.
They stay like that for a moment. Izuku watches Bakugou’s gaze become distant, like he’s trying to work out in his head what to say next.
“I don’t–“
“Shut up!” Izuku yells into his face, then he grabs fistfulls of the blond’s hair and smashes their mouths together.
It takes Bakugou off guard. But when IIzuku bites his lip and flips them over, his stomach flutters, and he gets with the program pretty quickly after that.
They make quick work of Bakugou’s clothes, but Izuku only takes off his shirt. When the former reaches for his pants, Izuku grabs his hand to stop him.
“We’re doing it my way this time.” He explains, voice still laden with venomous anger.
“Fine.” Bakugou grits out, wanting to protest.
Letting Izuku take the lead makes him a little wary, if only because he’s accustomed to being in control in these situations. He hates the idea of having to cede his power to anyone, much less to Izuku. But the latter looks like he may tear him apart if he tries to wrest back his dominance, so he allows it to happen this time, and this time only.
Izuku hikes his thighs up so his hips lift off the ground and his legs are akimbo, propped up on Izuku’s shoulders.
“You’re bending me like a fuckin’ pretzel, dammit.” Bakugou grouses.
Izuku doesn’t respond, and for once his silence is unsettling. Bakugou has no clue what he’s planning, but he’s along for the ride regardless, so he swallows down his fear, tries saying something else to get him to talk like he normally does.
“There’s lube in the front pocket of my pants from when Todoroki was fucking me earlier in the shower. I don’t need you to prep me but, hey, you don’t have to use your spit for once, sooo that’s pretty nice, right...” He listens to himself babble on, unable to stop himself. Evidently, he has no clue what to do with himself when he’s feeling this exposed.
Izuku pauses to take the lube.
Before long he’s pushing into Bakugou, going all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion. The latter’s hips are raised at such an angle that the pleasure that hits him is almost excruciating. He cries out, his fingers tear through the grass, sinking into the dirt beneath them.
Izuku sets a punishing pace after that. Bakugou wants to tell him it’s too much, but he can’t get any words out. He reaches for his leaking cock, but Izuku swats his hand away.
“Don’t you dare.” Izuku warns, and Bakugou heeds without protest.
They go on like that until Bakugou is so close it physically hurts.
“You know I like being gentle, but…” Izuku says above him. “You keep begging me to do this, so I’ll try it. Just this once though, okay?”
Bakugou doesn’t know what he’s referring to until he feels the other’s hand wrap around his neck, making his heart rate ratchet up. The anticipation sends a shiver down his spine. Of all the things Izuku could do to him, he wasn’t expecting this.
What happens next goes by in a flurry. Izuku tightens his grip, directs his quirk to crackle and sear around Bakugou’s neck
The sudden burst of pain makes him come fast, without warning. “Deku…” he wheezes. His eyes start to water, blurring his vision as he lets go.
“Kuh- Kacchan.” Izuku chokes out in response, his hips starting to stutter. “You feel so–... so amazing.”
The praise pierces through the rage and the tension, melting it like ice. There’s the Izuku Bakugou knows and loves. So sentimental it’s annoying, but his words manage to diffuse him anyway.
He takes his hands off his neck and leans down to kiss Bakugou messily as he comes inside him, deeply, so that it’s guaranteed it’ll give him a stomach ache but it’s worth it.
They take a moment to catch their breath. Izuku pulls out and rolls over, zipping up his pants. Then he stands up, a little dazed. He looks around, then kneels down to scoop up Bakugou’s naked body in his arms.
“Hm. You’re way heavier than I thought you’d be.” Izuku remarks.
“What the-? Put me down!” Bakugou yells, squirming but Izuku’s strength holds him in place.
“You’re shaking too much so I’m carrying you back. We’ll finish inside, okay?”
Bakugou looks at his hands while Izuku takes them back to the house. His hands are trembling, so are his thighs. His face heats up with embarrassment.
Then it hits him. “Wait, whaddaya mean by finishing inside?” He questions as they go inside.
Izuku’s laugh echoes through the dark, empty house. “You thought we were done?”
Bakugou’s cock twitches when he says that. He secretly thanks whatever entity that might be listening for his enduring stamina.
He vaguely registers being carried into a bedroom and being placed carefully onto a bed. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Shouto laying next to him, but then gets distracted by the feeling of cum leaking out of his ass.
Izuku doesn’t give him time to process anything else, as he quickly climbs on top of him, kissing him languidly as he had done before, wasting no time getting inside him again.
“I can’t stay mad at you, Kacchan.” Izuku says between kisses. “Just listen to me from now on, okay?”
Bakugou nods, feeling relieved. “I will, I’m– ah- I’m sorry.”
Izuku smiles against his lips. “Good,” he breathes.
“Hey, can you fuck me hard like you did before? I kinda sorta.. liked that shit.”
“Sorry I don’t think I have it in me, ask Shouto to do that. I wanna go gentle right now.”
“Mm.. So what is it I’m doing now?” It’s Shouto’s voice this time, rough with sleep. They both turn their heads to look at him.
It ends up being a long night.