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He could never get a break.
It was the third time this week Natsuo had to be reminded of his father’s existence. At this point in life, he had conditioned himself to ignore the massive stock of Endeavor themed merch at nearly every store he visited. Hell, even the convenient store on campus stocked knock-off Number One Hero Endeavor lighters right at the register. It seemed to be getting easier to block out, but this week had really been testing him.
First occurrence, some chick from his biochemistry class, who had been not so sneakily eyeing him half the school year, approached him. She proceeded to strike up some awkward small talk at first and he was already prepared for her to eventually bring up whatever she had been itching to say during their few months in the shared lab. Having a fair share of hookups in college, he expected this to be one of those occasions; the girl would attempt to flirt, he’d play into it, and in no time they’d end up back at his dorm tangled in eachothers limbs. He was so caught up in his own dirty fantasies playing in his head he barely caught what she said.
“What?”
“Sorry, I bet you probably get it a lot- but you really do look like Endeavor!”
Natsuo went back to his dorm that night with a nonexistent sex drive and thoroughly massaged the sides of his reddening hair with white hair dye.
Second occurrence, someone who knew he was one of Endeavor’s offsprings (how, he didn’t know, he made it his mission to have no relations to the old man) came right up to him and spat in his face, going off about how his father was a ‘piece of shit’ and didn’t deserve his position.
If only the guy knew he actually agreed.
But he wasn’t going to outwardly agree with a guy who one, didn’t know his life story (he wasn’t in the mood for trauma dumping to a stranger, let alone anyone) and two, spat in his face after assuming he was cheering on the Number One Hero just because he was one of his kids.
Natsuo went back to his dorm room that day sporting a bruised jaw following a fistfight that broke out between him and the man. Of course that was after he stopped at an Urgent Care near campus. He wasn’t the type to resort to violence, but his patience was beginning to wear thin.
And the most irritating thing this week. The one that really tipped him over?
When he saw Number One Hero Endeavor and Number Two Hero Hawks trending on just about every social media app. You’d think the punch to the jaw would do it, or the fact he had his hands stained with white dye, which was still lingering on his skin after being told he looked just like his least favorite person in the world.
The fact that every single time he’d want to mindlessly swipe through any of his social media apps between classes, it was story after story of ‘Endeavor and Hawks’ this, ‘Endeavor and Hawks that’ made his blood boil. They were the top trending on Twitter. It was all over his feed on Instagram. He heard people mumbling about it around campus. And it was pissing him off.
He really, really wished he hadn’t been curious enough to click on one of the many articles plaguing his feed.
Natsuo had been able to go just about the whole day avoiding the Internet waiting for the rage to blow over, but he just couldn’t help himself. And of course it had to be right before he fell asleep. Right before the day was over. There would be less talk about Endeavor on social media tomorrow. He could just ignore it and get some sleep.
With blurry, sleepy eyes, the college student pressed on one of the many links in his feed relating to Endeavor. It took a few long blinks to finally clear his eyesight as he read over the headline.
‘Pro Heroes Endeavor and Hawks Speculated Affair: Read More Below’
***
“Endeavor’s office, please.”
Natsuo stood at the front desk of the Endeavor Agency, arms crossed tight over chest, face twisted in a pout too identical to the man he despised. The receptionist glanced up from her laptop, smacking her gum in a way that he knew was just to annoy people.
“And you are?”
“Natsuo Todoroki.”
“Mm…” there was a few clicking noises from her mouse, as well as the roll of the scrolling button, before she leaned back in her chair and quirked a brow.
“I don’t have you in for today.”
“What-? I’m- no,” he could feel the dull throb of a headache coming on. Just entering the building was troubling enough. “I’m-… Endeavor’s son. Natsuo Todoroki?”
“I haven’t seen you around here before. Endeavor is a very busy man, and he doesn’t have time for people making up stories and relations.” Looking at her expression, she seemed very unenthused by the man’s words. Natsuo pinched his temples and took a nice deep breath in, steadying and grounding himself just like his therapist had taught him.
That same therapist wouldn’t be too happy if she found out he sought out his father to yell at him over a relationship that was most likely just a stupid rumor. Right, it was all probably fake. Made up. Stuff like this came up all the time with Pro Heroes. The press was too invested in making fake headlines to actually fact check shit and report on things that actually mattered.
“I don’t know what to tell you. I can show you my ID- I have my license and my student ID. Is that enough for you? Do you need my birth certificate or something?” His tone became more snappy as he dug in his hoodie for his nice leather wallet. A present Fuyumi had bought for him last year, it was definitely a ‘loved’ item by how worn down it was already from use.
When a hand was set on his shoulder he whipped his whole body around fast, ready to explode if security had been called on his ass-
“Heyo, Kiddo! I’ve heard so much about you!”
Well. He couldn’t decide if this surprise was better or worse than being kicked out by his father’s security team. Number Two Hero Hawks stood before him, toothy grin looking as bright as ever. Instead of his hero suit, the only thing Natsuo had ever seen the pro in on tv or in the news, he was dressed in some casual looking clothes. A pair of baggy jeans, a plain tshirt, a jacket thrown overtop of it, watch, jewelry… fashionable looking.
…
Were those Endeavor themed tennis shoes? His goggles that Natsuo assumed were worn for flight were pushed up past his forehead holding most of his unkept hair back.
“He’s a Todoroki kid, cross my heart ‘n swear. And if he’s somehow not, I’ll take the fall.” Hawks spoke to the front desk secretary so casually. Right away her sour mood melted, now turned into a flustered mess of a woman who bowed in apology. He waved it off casually, using the hand that clasped Natsuo’s shoulder to turn him. The two made their way towards one of the many elevators in the agency.
“I’m not one for elevators, I usually just fly to whatever floor I need to go to. It’s usually Endeavor’s office, since we team up so much ‘n everything, y’know? But I don’t mind leading you there! I gotta see the big guy anyways. Only thing is I hate enclosed spaces- the elevator, I mean. This agency is huge,”
Hawks could tell he had lost Natsuo halfway into his rambling after pressing one of the buttons on the elevator. He was too dumbfounded by how the bird so naturally dove into conversation with him as if they were best friends. It was pretty easy for Hawks to pick up on his confusion due to how familiar he was with that look. Bottom lip jutting out with those matching furrowed brows. Yep.
That’s was definitely an Enji face. One that was made whenever the chatty blonde lost him during his long tangents. Like father like son, huh?
“Sorry, I didn’t think I’d have to introduce myself. I’m Hawks. ‘m sure you knew that. And yoooou,” waggling his finger around teasingly, he poked his broad chest with a sharp nail “are Natsuo. Endeavor’s told me about you before. Glad we could finally meet! I will say, you’re definitely a lot bigger than I expected. You definitely have the looks too, kid. I bet you’re a heartbreaker-“
“Are you sleeping with my dad?”
The winged hero paused, hands raising as if he was caught off guard or stunned. Natsuo knew it was definitely a leap to just flat out ask something like that, but god he did not care at this point. He’d rather talk to the guy who’s closer to his age about his sex life then his fucking father. This should just be a quick exchange. Hawks would say no. Natsuo would give him a half assed thanks and awkwardly ride the elevator back down, successfully avoiding talking to his dad in the end of this. That sounded like the perfect ending to this hellish week.
“I don’t think that’s my place to say,” Hawks kept his hands to his chest but that once surprised face turned into.. something else. It looked like he was trying his hardest to hold back a smile. And in that moment, Natsuo couldn’t be angrier. All of that frustration that he had pushed away earlier with the secretary was coming back all at once.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? It’s yes or no. Wh- what does that… what does that mean?!” Panic, confusion, and anger built in him as his voice progressively got louder. Yeah, thank god the elevator hadn’t stopped on any of the floors yet. They were almost to where Endeavor’s office was stationed. This needed to be solved now.
Shrugging, the winged hero’s hands finally dropped to his side as he leaned back against the hand railing on the elevator. “What I’m saying is, I dunno if I can say anything on that to you. You probably gotta talk to Enji about that if you want an answer.”
It was sort of comical to Hawks watching Natsuo’s full body cringe at him using Endeavor’s name so freely. The college student searched the man’s face for some kind of smile that would let him know it was a joke. Just one big joke, right? The world couldn’t be this cruel to him. He was trying to collect his thoughts, voice getting caught in his throat due to his confusion and pure horror that this 22 year old hero was hooking up with his dad. A man younger than his eldest brother, and the same age as his older sister.
With a loud ding, the elevator doors pulled open and they were now face to face with Endeavor’s most chaotic room. There were interns rushing around, employees doing paperwork, sidekicks filing in and out of the room. In the back of the large floor were two sliding doors leading to Endeavor’s personal office. Natsuo could barely take in any of the impressive office space with how speechless he still was with Hawks’ response. Meanwhile, the bird shoved his hands in his pockets, pep in his step as he exited the elevator and greeted a few of Endeavor’s sidekicks.
“You coming, kid? Endeavor should be in,” Looking over his shoulder, Hawks was met with the elevator doors closing and the number at the top of the elevator alerting what floor it was on going down.
***
After he had escaped the agency, Natsuo made a beeline for the first convenient store he spotted. His throat felt dry and he knew he should probably try to eat something after skipping out on breakfast that morning. If he ended up getting sick, he’d rather whatever came up to be a shitty sandwich he bought instead of just pure bile.
Finding a good place to be alone took a bit of time in the bustling city. Soon enough though he was able to slip into a nice, cool alleyway to breathe and just.. eat his damn sandwich. It wasn’t one of those shady dark alleyways where you were guaranteed to get mugged, but it also wasn’t a very.. clean place to sit, either.
Whatever. He just wanted to be away from everyone, out of eyes view, alone. This week had been too much. He was ready to head back to his dorm and drink himself to sleep. It was coming up on a weekend, only thing he’d have to catch up on was a test he could take online. Then he was free. And he was not leaving his room this weekend.
He had stuffed his face with half the sandwich, sort of regretting not picking up something sweet on the way out. He didn’t have the biggest sweet tooth but something sugary and junkfood-ish sounded very pleasant right now..
“You know, if you were hungry you could’ve just told me. I was hungry myself!” Natsuo’s head shot up, eyes blowing wide open as the Number Two Hero stood before him for the second time that day. His blonde locks were a tousled mess, and his glasses were still positioned on his face from his flight over. Hawks barely even waited for a response before walking over, deciding to lean up beside him against one of the apartment buildings the alley was sandwiched between rather than sit on the dirty ground.
“Why the hell did you follow me? No- *how* the hell did you follow me!”
“Oh y’know, just was flying by anyways actually to pick up lunch for me and Endeavor. Heard your loud chewing down here so I came to check it out, like heroes do. Y’know?” Hawks gave him a thumbs up, but instead of saying a goodbye, nice to see you again, gotta go pick up lunch, he stayed right where he stopped when he entered the alley. “You ran out on me. You wanted to talk to the Number One, right? He was literally right behind those doors, you know,” as if he didn’t have a care in the world, the man pulled out his phone and began lazily scrolling through it. He didn’t seem too interested in it, though, because every now and then golden eyes would flicker to see the silent Natsuo sulking on the dirty ground.
“You’re crazy. You and him both. He’s double your age! You know you’re 3 years older than me? His own kid! Not to mention,”
Natsuo pushed himself up off of the ground, shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and practically down his throat in one bite. While he was busy chewing he brushed his gravel-covered hands off on his pants, and once he had swallowed it all back he glared straight at the coy looking bastard.
“Not to mention,” He repeated, trying to pick up from where he left off. Fuck, his mind was hazy. Today was too much. Was he having a panic attack? He had barely even realized how clammy his hands were, how hard it was to swallow back the saliva building up in his mouth after stuffing down the sandwich. “Fuyumi’s the same age as you. You know her. She comes around the agency. There’s no way you don’t.”
“I know her! She’s a sweetheart. First time I met her was actually when I was at Endeavor’s house,” Hawks hummed, thinking back to one of his first visits to the estate. “That was back when it was all ‘business only’, mmhmm… always said ‘we can’t do this anymore’ ‘n he was always so guilty about that.”
Natsuo paused, confused at first until his foggy brain actually put what he said together. He was trying to point out the fact he was the same age as the man he was hooking up with’s daughter, and now Hawks was just giving details about his sex life?!
“Why are you making that face? You wanted to know so badly if we were a thing earlier, right?”
“Wh… why the hell are you.. just.. just.. telling me straight? This has to be a joke. This is a joke.” Natsuo slapped his hands to his face and made a frustrated noise. Meanwhile, Keigo had finally slipped his phone into his back pocket and focused all of his attention on the angered man before him.
…Was it really anger though? He couldn’t tell, he was able to read Enji pretty easily at this point but this kid seemed emotionally constipated.
And to think, he really thought he had Natsuo down to a T already by the classic ‘Endeavor expressions’ he had been making earlier!
“Why is it such a big deal, kid? Would you rather me be into younger guys? Ooo, maybe, huh~? How old are you again?” Hawks found entertainment seeing Natsuo’s face go from pale to a deep shade of red in an instant. Whether the lovely color change was from anger or embarrassment, he didn’t know. He didn’t care. Hawks was enjoying himself.
Pushing a Todoroki’s buttons was his favorite past time.
“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?”
The grin glued to Hawks’ face was growing by the minute. He was sort of glad he didn’t have a scheduled patrol today, this was much more interesting than a boring day off. If someone told him he would be torturing yet another Todoroki today, he would snort and roll his eyes. ‘Yeah, right,’ he’d say, ‘in my dreams!’
Natsuo could just shove Hawks out of the way and escape the alleyway. Sure, the man was a pro hero, if he laid his hands on Hawks he’d probably get detained or something. Whatever. But from what he knew pros shouldn’t be harassing citizens like this. He still hadn’t answered Hawks’ snarky question, instead focusing on mapping out an exit to this situation.
And that’s when he realized it. Hawks wasn’t even in his way. There was nothing to escape. He wasn’t boxed in. Hawks didn’t pin him to the wall or anything. All he was doing was resting beside him on the wall, eyeing down the poor mess of a Todoroki.
If he wasn’t trapped why wouldn’t his feet move?
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Are ‘ya really that upset about the age difference? Or are you just jealous?”
Oh, Natsuo could laugh at that. Jealous? Of his dad? Where did he even get that idea from? How could he, the man who despised Endeavor, possibly the most in the country, be jealous of the man?What was there to be jealous about? Why did Hawks need to assume shit like this, they didn’t even know eachother! Was he trying to imply that he was jealous of their ‘relationship’? No way in hell-
“The silence is deafening, Natsuo~”
Once again, the blonde was able to witness him turn a few shades darker. Sputtered words were spilling from Natsuo’s lips as he tried to collect his jumbled thoughts. Being so focused on attempting to make a comeback or tell Hawks to just leave him alone, he barely realized he was actually getting boxed in now between a dumpster and the hero’s body.
It wasn’t until he felt a hand graze his hip that his entire body jolted. It forced him to be aware of his surroundings once again and snapped him out of the cycle of nervous stutters.
“Hey, c’mon, chill. I’m not actually into your dad. Well-… no, that’s a lie.”
Hawks’ chuckle was low. Being so close to Natsuo’s face now, he could feel the heroes hot breath hit his face. “I’m totally into him. We just aren’t a thing, y’know?”
That should have been a relief, but the student’s brain was going into overdrive. Hawks had been torturing him all day just for fun? They just met and he was already exhausted of him.
Was this how Endeavor felt dealing with him every day?
“I was just teasing you. Didn’t think it would get me this far, though.” Hawks breathed out, gaze flickering down somewhere Natsuo wasn’t sure of briefly before connecting yet again with grey eyes. The cornered man nervously shifted from foot to foot and averted his eyes. “I’m not really an exhibitionist, but I don’t mind helping you out. Not to be full of myself but I’m guessing it was my fault anyways,”
Natsuo was confused hearing the man hum his words out so casually as if he wasn’t almost chest to chest with his coworkers son. He still hadn’t been able to get a word out since his brain malfunctioned. And now, he had no idea what the hell Hawks was going on about. After gulping back a thick lump in his throat he finally opened his mouth to tell the man thanks for the info, and he needed to be getting home-
“What the hell are you- what are you doing?!” Natsuo shoved the hands that pried at his jeans away. He hadn’t even realized the bastard already managed to flick the button open. His zipper was half undone, and-
Holy fuck, he was hard.
“Just tryin’ to help a guy out. I got you all worked up, huh? I just-“
“You didn’t do shit! Wh- what the fuck, man. What the fuck,” Natsuo could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He went to stuff himself back in his pants and winced at the pressure against his cock. He was too ashamed to look Hawks in the eye, but he really needed to tell him to back away so he could just tuck himself away and leave. Go back to his dorms. God, he wanted to be home.
“Hey, c’mon, kid. Breathe. It’s fine, ‘kay? Here,” Hawks began to swat his hand away from the zipper, easing it down once again. Natsuo had dropped his hands to his side in defeat, unsure of how to approach this situation. Was he supposed to fist fight a hero? Tell him ‘back off, I’m not into dudes’? Shove him away and run?
“I really stressed you out, huh? Yeah, real sorry ‘bout that. Seriously, I was kidding.” Two fingers looped into the belt holes of Natsuo’s jeans and wiggled them down the slightest. All he could do was watch with a nervous gaze. “And anyways, I don’t think the number one swings the other way.”
Hawks seemed to know what he was doing with his hands-
A little too well, maybe. Then again Natsuo had his own experiences. His hand cupped the outline of the man’s cock in his pants and gave a little experimental squeeze. Natsuo sucked in a breath and braced himself against the wall of whatever building he had been leaning against.
“Eaaasy, I’m not gonna kill you, big guy.” Hawks’ practically cooed out to try and ease his nerves. Natsuo was still at a loss for what was happening-
Well, he did know what was happening. He was being groped by the Number Two pro hero Hawks.
As the blonde eased into touching him, Natsuo’s arms still stayed where they were, one glued to his side awkwardly while the other braced the wall.
The college student peered over the large dumpster to the street. The cities streets were as busy as ever today. There was a huge chance someone could spot them. The thought of it made a nervous shiver run down his spine.
The hand that had been gradually kneading and groping his bulge paused, and sharp fingernails curved into the band of his briefs. Natsuo’s body locked up yet again and he cowered more into the wall.
God, what the hell is a guy to do in this situation? Natsuo tried to look anywhere but Hawks, but even if he attempted to focus on something else his gaze always came back to the man.
“Holy wow..” Hawks breathed out once he was finally able to pull the waistband of the briefs down to his thighs. Natsuo’s cock hit his stomach and the bird was quick to have his hand around it. The inside of his palm felt slick with something. It definitely wasn’t lube, unless he just happened to carry some around 24/7.
He wouldn’t put it past him.
… Was it spit? When had he managed to spit in his hand? Natsuo hadn’t seen him do so.
Why was he thinking so hard about this? Some pro hero he just met was trying to give him a handy in public. There were more important things to be concerned about rather than his techniques.
“Shit,”
The wind had been knocked hard out of Natsuo feeling Hawks’ calloused hand squeeze around his erection. Hawks barely even gave him time to recover from the sudden contact of a warm hand stroking his cock. All the student could do was make little huffs and grunting noises while he started a nice, slow pace.
He didn’t want to moan. He really, really didn’t want to embarrass himself infront of Hawks with his pathetic cracked moans. His teeth were digging hard into his bottom lip trying to shut himself up.
Hawks? Oh, he was having a grand time. Hearing the way Natsuo trying to hold himself back made his heart and dick throb. His own erection was pressing hard to his jeans, but fuck, he didn’t care. His attention was currently focused in on Endeavor’s son. The way just a few touches had Natsuo’s back arching off the wall and hips trying to jolt forward for more friction had egged Hawks on. Not that the hero wasn’t already so very into this.
“God damn, you’re pretty.” Natsuo could barely hear the compliment over his heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears. He had squeezed his eyes shut at this point and let Hawks take over.
Natsuo’s legs shuffled open awkwardly a little more. Hawks seemed too busy admiring the hard cock that he was giving long, slow strokes to notice how much of a sweaty mess the other was. His tongue darted out and licked his dry lips, before his eyes glanced up wanting to see Natsuo’s expression.
A choked moan escaped Natsuo feeling the pad of Hawks’ thumb rubbing up against the slit of his cock where precum oozed. When he looked down towards Hawks, he was met with a lustful gaze directed right back at him. Not only did his entire face turn a shade darker, but the tips of his ears became dusted with blush.
Cute.
“Fuck, fuck… ah…”
Natsuo let his eyes fall shut for now. Even though his arms were still as stiff as ever clutching onto the brick wall for dear life, the rest of his body had gone lax. His knees trembled the slightest trying to hold himself up while he was being touched by the pro hero.
Hawks had sped his movements up, leaning down to let a glob of spit fall down onto his cock to slick it up some more. Natsuo’s little breathy moans and pants had the bird going. Looking towards the student’s hands bracing the wall, Hawks could tell he was holding on for dear life.
That gave him a good chuckle.
Natsuo’s face was just as cute as earlier when he had been in a bad mood. Eyes screwed shut, lip quivering, thighs shaking.
By the way Natsuo rutted his hips forward into the calloused, slick hand, Hawks could tell he was going to finish soon. He gave a firm squeeze to the base of him before he slid his hand up to circle the tip of his cock with his thumb, teasing him a few more times before Natsuo hit his breaking point.
“So close already, Natsu. C’mon. You wanna cum for me?”
Natsuo hadn’t noticed nor felt Hawks leaning up to his height. He only realized when hot breath was up against his ear while the bird whispered dirty words to him. Cracking his eyes open the slightest, he had a straight view of two half-lidded golden eyes admiring him.
The college student let out a little huff of a moan before chomping back down on his lip to silence himself. The pit of his stomach was in knots, thighs tensing up as he was on the edge of tipping over.
“Come on, you’re so close... Will you cum for me?”
Hawks pushed the question while his hand continuing its fast-paced jerks.
The hero was barely able to finish the sentence before feeling Natsuo’s cock twitch and his thighs lock up. His back arched almost immediately and his head had knocked hard into the brick wall behind him. He was too busy hitting his peak to even notice the throb of his head.
With a tilted head, open mouth, and closed eyes, he emptied himself in Hawks’ palm. It managed to get on the bird’s pants, as well as drip onto Natsuo’s shoes.
A few more rocks of Natsuo’s hips against Hawks’ hand and he was spent. His chest heaved and he was catching his breath after the intense orgasm.
“There you go… look at you. So pretty when you cum. Feel better, big guy?” Hawks cooed out to him, eyes tracing his features as he was still coming down from that post orgasm bliss.
Natsuo’s hands had released its intense grip from the wall and slid down to his sides. Just where his fingers had been digging into the wall, a thin trail of ice was left in its wake.
“Well, you look a lot more relaxed. Glad I could help out.” The pro wiped his hand off on his already dirty pants (ew) before shoving something from his clean hand into Natsuo’s.
“I should get going. Nice to meet you, Natsuo. Call me.” Hawks stuck out his pinky and thumb and held it to his ear mimicking a phone. With bent knees, his large wings spread out and he launched himself off into the sky.
And just like that, Natsuo was left in the alleyway.
Confused and horny, Natsuo looked down towards his hand and opened it. Shoved in his hand had been a crumpled piece of paper. When he unraveled it, it was a receipt from a clothing store.
Huh?
… oh. On the back, very hastily scribbled, was a phone number. He stared at it for a few moments before shoving it into his back pocket and cursing under his breath.
Natsuo tucked himself back into his pants, not sure how to exactly clean himself up but settling on this for now. He’d find some bathroom somewhere, and then head back to his campus. Yeah…
***
Natsuo wasn’t paying attention much to the stops his train was taking. He should be. If he missed his stop, he’d be shit out of luck for the day. This was the last ride of the day to his schools city. He was lucky to even make this train. He stood upright towards one of the doors with a tight grip on one of the holding straps.
What even happened earlier? He still couldn’t grasp it. All he knew was he was planning on blowing up on his dad. That’s why he came all the way to the city. He paid for a train ticket and everything. And he instead got a hand job in a grody alleyway by the number two pro hero. He was still trying to figure out if he enjoyed it or not.
…That was a dumb thing to even think of. Natsuo was a straight man. So what if he got into it-?
If someone offered to give you a handjob you’d accept it, right? Not that Hawks’ offered, more so jumped right in and did it. He should have said something right after he came… but…
What would he have said? His brain was mushy and his legs were trembling. He couldn’t say much before Hawks had launched off into the sky.
…
The train didn’t seem like a good place to have an existential crisis.
***
Unlocking his dorm room and shoving himself in was probably the best part of his day. That headache from hours earlier was coming back and his thighs were beginning to grow sore from locking them hard. He threw his coat down onto his desk chair and rubbed at his face, grumbling something to himself about needing to shower. Earlier he had found a small store where he was able to buy a cheap rag and shove himself into a bathroom to clean up. But now, he could take a real shower.
He shoved his hand into his back pocket and fished out the old receipt Hawks had given him. The phone number was definitely a number that wasn’t his agency’s line. The area code wasn’t where his agency was located, so he assumed it was a personal number.
The student glanced towards the small bin next to his desk. He could just chuck it. Avoid the city and hope that he never sees Hawks in person again. Or, maybe he could give the number out to other people for some quick cash, leak his number and have fans spam call him. (Was that illegal?)
The receipt paper was crumbled back up and shoved into one of his desk drawers.
Natsuo stopped in his movements and suddenly backtracked to the door to slip his shoes off. There, he had a small rack for shoes right next to it that had a nice assortment of winter boots, sneakers, dress shoes.. the works.
He began kicking the shoes off of his feet until he noticed something on his sneakers. Squinting his eyes and bending down a bit more to look, his entire face went red from what he saw.
On his blue and white shoes was some dry, splattered… cum, and of course it had to be right on the part that wasn’t white. It had made the blue an odd color where the splotches were. It was pretty noticeable.
Ugh….
Gross.