

A NSFW #TodoDeku No Quirk thread! All characters are Mid-20's-30's.
Shouto lives a secret life every other Friday, and Izuku really wants to know what it is.
Overall CW's are Drug Use, Abuse Mention, Casual sex, Sex Workers, Rich Kids Being Naughty!
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âWhat do you even /do/ every other Friday night?â Midoriya asks as Shouto closes the kitchen cabinet. Theyâre the only two people downstairs right now and itâs refreshing. Iida and Yayorozu are upstairs getting ready for their own night of âfunâ.
At the thought, Shouto smirks mostly to himself, but he doesnât turn around.
âI do stuff.â He says simply. He knows it sounds bland, but how do you tell an innocent cinnamon roll like /Izuku Midoriya/ that you go to a drug orgy every other Friday? How do you tell him you get so high off your ass that you forget your own name?
He does all of that, and itâs normally followed by somebody fucking the rest of his coherency away.
âBut what /kind/ of stuff?â Midoriya asks, an edge of excitement in his voice. âItâs /got/ to be fun if youâre turning down Mini-golf with us. You /love/ Mini-golf.â
âBut what /kind/ of stuff?â Midoriya asks, an edge of excitement in his voice. âItâs /got/ to be fun if youâre turning down Mini-golf with us. You /love/ Mini-golf.â
Shouto has to bite /hard/ at the inside of his cheek. Heâs glad heâs not facing Midoriya, because /god/... heâs so /precious./ Though⊠to be fair, if he hadnât met Mina in high school he would probably be the same way.
Maybe worse.
Maybe worse.
âYou wouldnât like it.â Shouto says it firmly, finally turning around. He watches the pout form on Midoriyaâs face. âItâs not your style, Midoriya.â He tries to stress it, but that just makes the other man pout /more./
âYou donât know that. I like spending time with you, Shou, so if you like it, I might too.â Midoriya tucks fading green curls behind his ears. He needs a touch up so bad.
Shouto hums in thought, leaning against the counter as he pries open his bag of chips.
Part of him is having trouble imagining Midoriya in the den if Mina brings out a crop, while the rest of him can vividly imagine a topless Midoriya, rocking in his lap while people smoke behind them.
⊠yeah, okay, so heâs still got a huge crush on the guy, what can he say?
⊠yeah, okay, so heâs still got a huge crush on the guy, what can he say?
âWe could invite everyone in the house? If that would make you feel better?â Midoriya tries.
Shouto canât stop the snort that slips out. Itâs so harsh that it hurts the back of his throat. âIida wouldnât even be let /in./ Heâs so straight laced he makes a corset look like an untied shoe.â For some reason, that makes Midoriya perk up.
âLet in? So itâs like a club?â He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head, bright green eyes glancing toward the ceiling as he begins to mutter to himself. Shouto sighs and rolls his eyes. How can someone so innocent be so persistent?
He waits three minutes for the mumbling to stop, munching on chips as he watches the clock over the stove, then he turns back to his friend. âMidoriya?â
âHmm? Yes, Shouto?â Midoriya blinks his thoughts away as Shouto reaches over for a bag clip.
âHmm? Yes, Shouto?â Midoriya blinks his thoughts away as Shouto reaches over for a bag clip.
âI go out to a place called Acid Queen.â He states. âYou get I.D.âd at the door and have to sign a new form every single time you go in. On top of that, if you look like youâre going to be disruptive or ruin anyone else's time, they turn you away on the spot.'
'Or they tell you to go pre-game elsewhere before coming back.â He stuffs his clipped bag back into the cabinet. âIâve been going there since high school.â
âWait. Pre-game?â Midoriya looks confused. Shouto wants to roll his eyes. Midoriya had been Bakugoâs roommate in college, how the /fuck/ did he not know what pre-gaming was?
Fuck it. No being vague anymore.
Fuck it. No being vague anymore.
âItâs a drug club, Midoriya. Itâs where I get my weed. Youâre too vanilla for that.â Shouto states.
Midoriya startles, blinking several times. âI⊠I thought you got that for your anxiety? And Iâm not vanilla!â
Midoriya startles, blinking several times. âI⊠I thought you got that for your anxiety? And Iâm not vanilla!â
Shouto snorts. âIt /is/ for my anxiety, it also just happens to be recreational. I have a prescription, but the shit I bring home is⊠/not./ Though I do have that, the prescription just lets me keep it in the same house as /Iida./â He shrugs.
âThis is what I meant when I said it wasnât your-â
âCan I go?â Midoriya cuts in. âIâve always wanted to try, but Kaachan told me if he ever caught me doing drugs, heâd shove my face through the window of a moving car.â He shrugs. Like that isnât a /huge deal/ to have admitted.
âCan I go?â Midoriya cuts in. âIâve always wanted to try, but Kaachan told me if he ever caught me doing drugs, heâd shove my face through the window of a moving car.â He shrugs. Like that isnât a /huge deal/ to have admitted.
âBakugoâs /boyfriend/ hangs out with my friends. Heâs a hypocrite.â Shouto points out.
âI still want to go. I /like/ Kirishima, so if he goes itâs /got/ to be fun.â Midoriya states, arms crossing over his chest.
âI still want to go. I /like/ Kirishima, so if he goes itâs /got/ to be fun.â Midoriya states, arms crossing over his chest.
Shouto tries not to groan. âYou realize that people /fuck/ at these things, right? That /I/ fuck at these things? And if I want to, Iâm going to. Iâm not going to babysit you?â Not that he thinks Midoriya /needs/ babysitting.
Heâs perfectly capable of telling someone no, and if heâs not then Mina will step in. She doesnât let bullshit happen in her shop.
Midoriya smiles, though his shoulders look a little tense. âWe could take two cars? That way if it really isnât my scene, I could come back to the house, and you could stay and enjoy yourself?â
God damn it.
God damn it.
Shouto closes his eyes and tries to gather himself. âI still think youâre too vanilla for this. We take one car, Iâll call you an U/ber if I have to.â He mutters.
âIâm not /vanilla,/ Shouto. You donât know the first thing about me.â Midoriya grumbles.
âIâm not /vanilla,/ Shouto. You donât know the first thing about me.â Midoriya grumbles.
âNot true, you overshare all the time.â Shouto counters. Midoriya flushes. âOne night.â Shouto holds out a single finger. âOne. If they tell you to leave, you go. You donât tell people where I am, you donât try to get back in. Okay?â
He holds out his hand for Midoriya to shake, and⊠Midoriya does.
âIs there anything specific I need to wear?â He asks. Before Shouto can really answer him, Iida and Yayorozu are coming down the stairs.
âIs there anything specific I need to wear?â He asks. Before Shouto can really answer him, Iida and Yayorozu are coming down the stairs.
âReady for Mini-Golf?â Yayorozu asks. Her sweater has the logo of her Sorority on the right breast pocket.
Shouto smiles. âI have my thing.â He admits. âSorry.â He doesnât mind the way she pouts. Sheâs cute when she pouts.
Shouto smiles. âI have my thing.â He admits. âSorry.â He doesnât mind the way she pouts. Sheâs cute when she pouts.
âAww, thatâs too bad.â Shouto wants to snort, that sounds so fake coming from her. âMidoriya, are you coming?â
âOh!â Midoriyaâs flushes again. âI⊠actually, I might skip out this time, too? I⊠I want to catch up on some⊠some homework?â Itâs such an obvious lie, Midoriya canât tell one to save his life.
Iida tilts his head so he can look over his glasses at Midoriya knowingly, but he only sighs instead of confronting him.
âAlright, if you insist.â Iida shakes his head in obvious disappointment and walks past them. âIâll see you in the morning, Shouto?â
âAlright, if you insist.â Iida shakes his head in obvious disappointment and walks past them. âIâll see you in the morning, Shouto?â
Shouto nods. âMore than likely.â He and Iida share one of the less awkward pat hugs that they can have, then he watches as Yaoyorozu pouts at them both. When itâs clear theyâre not giving in, she sighs and hurries after Iida.
When the front door clicks shut, Shouto groans. âLook, just wear something youâre comfortable in and something you wonât mind getting lost.â He shrugs and pushes away from the cabinets. âIâm leaving in about⊠ten minutes? You better hurry.â
Itâs always a delight to watch Midoriya run up the stairs.
God, his ass is soâŠ
Shouto shakes his head and goes to get one of his bags out of his bedroom.
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God, his ass is soâŠ
Shouto shakes his head and goes to get one of his bags out of his bedroom.
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CW: Drug Use, Pot specifically, Sato is a Great Guy and he's doing a crossword on the back porch of his job
Let's Go!!!
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CW: Drug Use, Pot specifically, Sato is a Great Guy and he's doing a crossword on the back porch of his job
Let's Go!!!
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Midoriya, to his credit, doesnât freak out even /once/ on the way to âAcid Queen.â They pull into the underground parking lot and Shouto waits outside the car, pulling out a lighter as he digs around in his pockets.
Midoriya meets him by the trunk, looking a little clumsy, but he waits patiently. Heâs just in baggy green sweatpants and a loose shirt with a noodle brand on the front.
Shouto shakes his head and pulls out his cigarette case, then flips it open and takes out one of his shorter blunts.
He lights it and puts it between his lips while he stuffs the case back into his pocket. Midoriya stares at him, eyes wide before he glances around in panic. Like heâs scared theyâll get caught or something.
âOkay, so, rules.â Shouto says before he sucks in a lungful of smoke. He waits, feeling the fog settle before pulling the blunt away and blowing it off to the side. âTake a hit off this.â Midoriya looks confused as he takes the blunt. âIâd rather have you cough it all out now.â
âIâm not going to-â
âUh huh.â Shouto lifts the hand with the blunt to Midoriyaâs mouth. âYouâre going to get contact high no matter what, but Iâd rather it run through you now. Go slow, donât try to impress me.â
âUh huh.â Shouto lifts the hand with the blunt to Midoriyaâs mouth. âYouâre going to get contact high no matter what, but Iâd rather it run through you now. Go slow, donât try to impress me.â
Midoriya shakes his head and puts the blunt to his lips. He inhales and Shouto canât help but smile. âHold it in your lungs⊠yeah⊠like that⊠okay, let it out.â
Midoriya coughs, but at least he doesnât bend over when he does. âJesus, Shou.â He sounds startled. âWhat /is/ that?â
Shouto just smiles at him and takes the blunt back. âOkay, so, people are going to offer you... /so/ many drugs.â Shouto tries to stress that. âEspecially because youâre new, but thereâs a hand stamp system. Any drug you take is going to get a stamp.â
He takes Midoriyaâs hand and flips it over, patting the top. âIf someone offers you drugs but doesnât have a stamp on their person, do /not/ take that. In fact, find somebody that works there and tell them /immediately./â
âWhat are the stamps for?â Midoriya asks, eyes watering and cheeks flushing.
Shouto takes another hit, then passes the blunt. Midoriya is awkward, but he takes it.
Shouto takes another hit, then passes the blunt. Midoriya is awkward, but he takes it.
âTo make sure you arenât mixing things you shouldnât be mixing, and to make sure you arenât going to O.D.â Shouto watches the way Midoriyaâs lips rest against the blunt. He coughs again when he exhales, but itâs not as hard.
âBe careful about drinking, the bartender working tonight likes to think that âSomething lightâ means âFuck me sideways.â So if youâre thirsty, find me.â Midoriya coughs again and nods before passing the blunt back.
âOkay.â His voice is a little hoarse. âAnything else?â
âYes.â Shouto stresses his next words. âYou will get hungry, but do /not/ eat any brownies. Satan will come for your kneecaps and thatâs putting it lightly. Mina has Raka make them and they /will/ demolish you.â
âYes.â Shouto stresses his next words. âYou will get hungry, but do /not/ eat any brownies. Satan will come for your kneecaps and thatâs putting it lightly. Mina has Raka make them and they /will/ demolish you.â
He takes a drag and then waits, eyes shutting before he blows away from them. âThereâs a snack bar, safe food is at the snack bar.â He pauses. âIf you want to fuck, there are condoms pretty much everywhere. Avoid anal unless you cleaned up first.â
Midoriya flushes and squeaks. Shouto tries not to laugh.
âYou have to buy any drugs you want to take, by the way. They wonât make me pay, but theyâll make you pay. I have a⊠tab, I settle it elsewhere. But other than that⊠that should be it. One last go.â
He gives the blunt to Midoriya, who takes a hit like heâs in a hurry, then passes it back. Shouto stubs it on the side of his shoe before he puts it back in his case. âRight, get your I.D. out.â
He pulls his own out and starts walking. Midoriya follows after him, flustered and quiet. Shouto turns once, quirking a curious eyebrow. âWhat?â
Midoriya flushes again. âI didnât... know you could be so forward.â He admits. âYouâre⊠normally so quiet and serious.â He kicks a loose rock and Shouto snorts.
âYou realize the only reason I stay with you guys is because you cut me a deal on rent, right? And if my dad calls, you tell him Iâm in class?â Shouto smiles to himself, making it across the garage and heading up a flight of stairs.
âYou guys havenât snitched to my father that I dropped out yet. That doesnât mean I have to be buddy buddy with you just because you helped me get away from him.â
âYou werenât happy,â Midoriya says, anger in his voice, âand weâre your /friends./ Of course weâre going to keep you safe.â He stops talking when they round the corner of the stairs and neon tube lights lead the way to a back porch connected to the garage.
Thereâs a sudden, heavy thumping of base that can be felt in the ground but barely heard.
Shouto lets out a relaxed sigh, then walks up to the bouncer. Heâs a built man whoâs gotten up from his lawn chair and put his crossword to the side.
Shouto lets out a relaxed sigh, then walks up to the bouncer. Heâs a built man whoâs gotten up from his lawn chair and put his crossword to the side.
âShouto, good to see you.â The guy says, pulling out a few stamps and waving them with a smirk.
âJust MJ, for both of us.â He presents his right wrist and lets the guy stamp him. He doesnât look at Shoutoâs I.D., but he holds out a hand to Midoriya expectantly.
âJust MJ, for both of us.â He presents his right wrist and lets the guy stamp him. He doesnât look at Shoutoâs I.D., but he holds out a hand to Midoriya expectantly.
Midoriya swallows and blinks rapidly before he holds out his I.D. The guy takes it, one eyebrow raised and a sneer on his face before he looks over plastic. When he passes it back, itâs with an unimpressed look.
âRight.â He sounds scolding.
âRight.â He sounds scolding.
Shouto sighs. âHeâs just nervous, not /tweaking./â Shouto scolds. âWould I seriously bring a tweaker to Mommaâs?â The bouncer doesnât fight his smile. â/Honestly,/ Sato.â
âCan never be too careful.â Sato states before he stamps Midoriyaâs hand with a little white cannabis leaf. âSign.â He grunts as he pulls out two clipboards and pens.
Shouto rolls his eyes and takes them both, then hands one to Midoriya. Shouto signs without reading anything, having been doing this for years now, but Midoriya actually looks like heâs reading over each sheet.
Or at least skimming them as he mumbles the words and flips through the five pages of forms.
Sato sighs after a while, and when Midoriya finally signs everything and passes the clipboard back, Shouto does the same. Shaking his head, Sato puts the clipboards in a crate behind his lawn chair. âHave fun.â
He doesnât sound like he means it. Midoriya swallows and reaches out, grabbing Shoutoâs sleeve as he walks up the steps.
âStop being mean.â Shouto calls back. Sato doesnât respond, or maybe he does, but the music is now audible and clear. Shouto pushes the back door open and smoke pours out.
Laughter fills the entrance hall and he lets Midoriya grab his hand as he pulls him deeper, past the people who acknowledge him and continue their conversations.
âThis place is huge.â Midoriya whispers.
âWelcome to âAcid Queen,â this is only the first floor.â Shouto says with a chuckle.
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âWelcome to âAcid Queen,â this is only the first floor.â Shouto says with a chuckle.
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CW: Alcohol, some Casual SeroRoki for the babes, Topless Deku
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Midoriya presses to Shoutoâs back suddenly, the impact hard enough that he nearly falls over.
CW: Alcohol, some Casual SeroRoki for the babes, Topless Deku
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Midoriya presses to Shoutoâs back suddenly, the impact hard enough that he nearly falls over.
âWhat?â He turns to see a girl whoâs a /little/ too drunk to be standing up, laughing as she apologizes to Midoriya for bumping into him. Her friend laughs too before helping her to her feet, then drags her to where Shouto knows the sober rooms are.
âS-Sorry.â Midoriya whispers, lips a little too close to Shoutoâs neck. He shouldnât have put his hair in a bun, he should have just left it down.
Shouto shakes his head and keeps walking, Midoriya still holding on to his sleeve. The first thing he wants is a /drink./ He pushes through the crowd, Midoriya holding his hand tight until they get to the bar.
He leans against the top and waits until he can catch Seroâs attention.
Sero comes over, the same doped out smile on his face as always. âHey, Baby Boy.â Sero leans over and Shouto accepts his kiss. Itâs slow, easy, familiar. He likes the way Sero kisses.
Sero comes over, the same doped out smile on his face as always. âHey, Baby Boy.â Sero leans over and Shouto accepts his kiss. Itâs slow, easy, familiar. He likes the way Sero kisses.
He hears Midoriya squeak behind him. âWhat can I get you, besides a few minutes alone behind the bar?â He waggles his eyebrows and Shouto canât help but smile.
Sero leans back suddenly when Shouto feels his shirt tighten. He looks back and sees Midoriya flushing and⊠hiding?
Sero leans back suddenly when Shouto feels his shirt tighten. He looks back and sees Midoriya flushing and⊠hiding?
Great, is he going to be embarrassed by every little-
âHoly fuck!â Sero laughs and Midoriya covers his face, sinking further behind Shouto. â/Bunny?/ Oh my god, Shouto, how do you know /Bunny!/Â Hey, shit, hi, Iâm Cellophane! Iâm one of your Jack Rabbit tiers!â
âHoly fuck!â Sero laughs and Midoriya covers his face, sinking further behind Shouto. â/Bunny?/ Oh my god, Shouto, how do you know /Bunny!/Â Hey, shit, hi, Iâm Cellophane! Iâm one of your Jack Rabbit tiers!â
Shouto blinks, takes a steady breath, then reaches back and pulls Midoriya around to his side.
â/âBunny?â/â He raises a single eyebrow.
âI /told you/ I wasnât /vanilla./â Midoriya nearly whispers. âI⊠itâs /complicated./â Heâs flushing and looking at his feet.
â/âBunny?â/â He raises a single eyebrow.
âI /told you/ I wasnât /vanilla./â Midoriya nearly whispers. âI⊠itâs /complicated./â Heâs flushing and looking at his feet.
âOh my god,â Sero laughs, âholy shit. I thought the blushing was just for the camera, but you really are /that/ fucking precious.â Sero leans over and flicks one of Midoriyaâs curls. âFuck me, your freckles though.â
Shouto blinks again. âVirgin lemonade.â He states. âFor âBunny,ââ he puts finger quotes around the name, âand a S/kittles Hangover for me.â Sero grins at him.
âAww, you jealous Iâm giving someone else attention?â Sero teases. âOr jealous that Bunnyâs caused me more orgasms?â
âAww, you jealous Iâm giving someone else attention?â Sero teases. âOr jealous that Bunnyâs caused me more orgasms?â
âThatâs not something to be proud of.â Midoriya still wonât look Sero in the eye. âBut thank you for your patronage.â
âYou /have/ to tell me whatâs going on.â Shouto says with a grin. âI have to know, this is too much.â
âYou /have/ to tell me whatâs going on.â Shouto says with a grin. âI have to know, this is too much.â
Sero laughs as he leans back and starts mixing a drink. âBunny is a porn star.â Midoriya squeaks and whips around.
âNo Iâm /not!/â Heâs tugging at the front of his shirt. âItâs just pictures!â
âNo Iâm /not!/â Heâs tugging at the front of his shirt. âItâs just pictures!â
âDude, itâs not.â Sero says as he sets a glass on top of the bar. âI own like, half your videos?â Shouto stares at Midoriya, eyeing him up and down. Midoriya, who startles when someone slams the dryer door.
Midoriya who will trip over his own two feet and apologize to himself. Midoriya, who works out and causes Shouto intense wet dreamsâŠ
Okay, so that last one makes sense.
But still.
Okay, so that last one makes sense.
But still.
âItâs just to help out with college.â Midoriya mutters. Sero laughs and holds out the red and blue glass to Shouto. Midoriya plucks it out of his hand then takes a harsh swallow before hurriedly putting the glass on the counter and coughing.
âOh, honey.â Sero says through his laughter. âShouldnât have done that, let me stamp you. Hold out your hand.â Midoriya does and thereâs a red cocktail stamp pressed to his skin. Shouto gets the same one with a snort.
Afterwords, he lets out a long sigh and accepts the napkins Sero passes him. He hands them out to Midoriya and rubs at his temples. âThis was a horrible idea.â He decides. âIâll call you an U/ber.â
Midoriyaâs hand snatches Shoutoâs wrist quickly. âNo, no itâs fine.â He coughs into one of the napkins and nods. âIâm fine. I just expected... flavor, not /rubbing alcohol./â Sero fakes a gasp.
âRude.â He laughs though and pushes a glass of pink lemonade next to Midoriyaâs hand. Midoriya picks it up gratefully and takes a small sip, then a bigger one. Shouto wants to sigh and persist that Midoriya should go the fuck home, butâŠ
Heâs already feeling a little buzzed, and the music is thrumming on his skin, the smoke in the air sweet and heavy. Shouto wants to drop into this and feel /good,/ not worry about Midoriya.
He picks up his glass and nods at Sero, who sticks his tongue out and curls it. Shouto waggles his eyebrows back before drinking from his glass.
It burns and he /loves/ it. He sighs and leans against the bar, watching as Midoriya nurses his lemonade and scans the crowd.
It burns and he /loves/ it. He sighs and leans against the bar, watching as Midoriya nurses his lemonade and scans the crowd.
Shouto closes his eyes and listens to the music around them, then hums when a hand pats gently at his shoulder. He looks over and sees Midoriyaâs eyes, which have dilated, nearly jumping out of his skin.
âWhat?â Shouto doesnât have the energy to babysit this man.
âWhat?â Shouto doesnât have the energy to babysit this man.
âI just saw /Monoma/ from my accounting class walk down the hall.â Midoriya squeaks.
âOh, yeah, Neitoâs a riot.â Sero speaks up.
âOh, yeah, Neitoâs a riot.â Sero speaks up.
âHeâs had two âGood Morningsâ though, so like⊠donât get close unless you want your ass groped.â He chuckles, then walks to the other side of the bar when someone waves him down.
Shouto snorts and takes another sip of his drink. Midoriya makes this weird laugh, then downs the rest of his lemonade.
âIs there somewhere to dance?â He asks, still flushed. âI need to get my nerves out.â
âIs there somewhere to dance?â He asks, still flushed. âI need to get my nerves out.â
Shouto nods and finishes his own drink, the burn making him tremble. He sticks his tongue out and shakes his head before setting the glass down.
âSure, this way.â He waves a hand and Midoriya quickly follows him through the crowd. Theyâre stopped by a man in nothing but camo pants, who holds out a little clear bag full of white dust and a stamp. Shouto waves him off before Midoriya even opens his mouth.
They walk through a few more hallways, then into a den that you have to go down two steps to get into. The music in here is thicker, louder, and Shouto feels it in his stomach.
He turns to see if this will work for Midoriya, but heâs already shouldering his way into the crowd and pulling his shirt off.
/Fuck./
/Fuck./
Shouto swallows thickly as he watches the shirt get tucked into the back of Midoriyaâs sweatpants. His back muscles are too fucking sculpted for this world, and he has that one stupid tattoo on his scapula, the one of a⊠of a fucking /rabbit./
Jesus fuck him Christ, that makes a horrible amount of sense now.
Shouto stands there for another moment as he watches Midoriya raise his arms above his head, curls bouncing as he tosses his head back and jumps with the crowd. Should he join him, or just⊠leave him here?
Shouto stands there for another moment as he watches Midoriya raise his arms above his head, curls bouncing as he tosses his head back and jumps with the crowd. Should he join him, or just⊠leave him here?
⊠shit. He canât leave him, but he really wants to get high⊠well, higher. Heâll at least stay in the room.
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CW: Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds, Oops, Ochako at work, More Pot, Midoriya is now comfortably high
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Shouto pushes his way through the crowd and finds one of the chairs on the edge, then pulls out his cigarette case.
CW: Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds, Oops, Ochako at work, More Pot, Midoriya is now comfortably high
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Shouto pushes his way through the crowd and finds one of the chairs on the edge, then pulls out his cigarette case.
There are a few people lingering here and there, and some people he knows come over to smoke with him, which is nice. They all take turns talking about their day, nothing too personal, but the conversation makes him laugh.
They pass around his blunt and when itâs out he pulls out another one.
Thatâs when Midoriya stumbles over, giggling with Raka on his arm.
Thatâs when Midoriya stumbles over, giggling with Raka on his arm.
âShou!â Her hair is up in pigtails and sheâs⊠almost not wearing a shirt. That crop top is giving the world a beautiful view of her underboob. âLook who I found!â She leans heavily into Midoriyaâs side. He starts giggling harder. âHe says you brought him?â
Thatâs when Shouto notices the third stamp on Midoriyaâs hand. Itâs a teardrop in blue.
/Fuckâs/ sake.
/Fuckâs/ sake.
âUraraka.â Shouto stresses her name. âDid you /seriously/ give the guy who tried weed for the /first time/ like... twenty minutes ago, /acid?/â He watches her blink in surprise, then reel back.
â/What?/â She looks like terror just showed up and slapped her in the face. âMidoriya! You said youâd done drugs before!â
âI said Iâve done /one weed/ before!â He corrects.
âI thought you were joking!â She squeaks.
âI said Iâve done /one weed/ before!â He corrects.
âI thought you were joking!â She squeaks.
âI was not.â He bursts out laughing and the people around Shouto find excuses to leave. Shouto puts his head in his hands and tries /very/ hard not to laugh on his own. This night hasnât even started and /already/ someone dropped acid with Midoriya. Of course.
âI have no words.â Shouto admits. âWhereâd his shirt go?â He asks as he sits up.
Raka bites her lip. âAbout that.â She points back to the dance floor.
Raka bites her lip. âAbout that.â She points back to the dance floor.
âA girl spilled her drink down her front and so like⊠Midoriya just⊠gave her his? Said you were right about him âwearing something he didnât mind getting lost?ââ She shrugs. âSorry about giving him acid.â
Shouto blinks at her.
Shouto blinks at her.
âOkay, Iâm totally not. But come /on,/ I havenât seen him since high school.â Raka says with a laugh. âWhen did he get so ripped?â She reaches out and squeezes Midoriyaâs arm.
âLike, fuck, if I were into dudes more, fuck me up.â Sheâs got more laughter in her voice that Shouto thinks is needed.
Standing up, Shouto holds out a hand, to which Midoriya takes before he presses close to Shoutoâs chest.
Standing up, Shouto holds out a hand, to which Midoriya takes before he presses close to Shoutoâs chest.
âHey, hey, Shouto.â Midoriya says in a badly volumed stage whisper. âYour eyeliner is pretty!â
Shouto closes his eyes and then opens them to look directly at Raka. âThis is going to /ruin/ my high.â He decides. âI didnât want to babysit him.â
Shouto closes his eyes and then opens them to look directly at Raka. âThis is going to /ruin/ my high.â He decides. âI didnât want to babysit him.â
âOh, no, Shou.â Midoroyaâs voice drops and he throws his arms over Shoutoâs shoulders. âI donât want to ruin your night, Iâll be good! Iâm having so much fun, have fun with me.â
Thereâs a lot of willpower in not pulling Midoriya over to the nearest table and yanking his sweatpants off to swallow his dick. A /lot./
He moves Midoriyaâs arms, but they end up around his waist instead, Midoriya smiling up at him with a big dopey grin. Shouto canât help but smile back when Midoriya sticks his tongue out. He turns to ask Raka how much he had, but sheâs fucking /gone./
Of course she is. Distracted fucking hummingbird.
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âLetâs get out of here.â Shouto says over the rise in the music.
âOut of the room, or the whole building?â Midoriya asks, pouting as he leans forward. One of his hands reaches up and taps the tip of Shoutoâs nose. âDid you know youâre /cute?/â He asks around a giggle.
âLetâs get out of here.â Shouto says over the rise in the music.
âOut of the room, or the whole building?â Midoriya asks, pouting as he leans forward. One of his hands reaches up and taps the tip of Shoutoâs nose. âDid you know youâre /cute?/â He asks around a giggle.