#dabideku

Izuku sighed looking at himself in the mirror. He tried to fix his oversized coat, polo, and bulky tie that housed some weird pattern.

It was a last minute decision to go so the shopping for clothes was last minute as well.

He looks pathetic, he concluded.

Well, if you count attending your ex boyfriend's wedding pathetic then he's sure he's twice pathetic.

The greenette let out another sigh.

He wasn't really planning to attend Shouto's wedding but the guy called to make sure he'd be there and because Izuku is Izuku he —

— simply couldn't say no.

And now, he's stuck in the bathroom of the venue trying to make himself look decent before he comes face to face with his ex that no one knew he dated.

Him and Shouto dated during their second to third year in highschool.

Izuku knew he's gay. That he prefered to be with men and it was all thanks to his childhood friend and first love, Katsuki.

Shouto, on the other hand, was exploring his sexuality back then. Checking the possibilities. Izuku knew he mistook friendship for love.

He still dated him. And their relationship lasted for two years without anyone knowing. Until they called it off after a semester in university.

To say Izuku was devastated was the understatement of the century. He cried for days. He was inconsolable.

To make things worst, he nearly lost his scholarship because he was so broken hearted.

However, Izuku might be a sad little gay who was dumped but he's also a stubborn person to a core. So he suck the tears back in. Put his heart back with super glue and aced his exams.

The greenette put his life back on track and now seven years later, he's hiding at the bathroom 30 minutes before the wedding ceremony trying his best to look presentable and shaking the nerves off.

It's not like he still likes Shouto. Nope. He's over him.

He's just a little bitter about it. That the guy is getting married while he's stuck on a job he hated, in a small apartment, and a life rotting away in a routine.

In his dramatic inner monologue, he didn't notice a guy entering the bathroom. He stood on the sink next to him.

"I didn't expect you'll be here."

Izuku turned to the guy next to him. He was taller than him. Hair dyed inkjet black. He had couple of piercings from his ears, to his nose, even the bridge of his nose had piercings. Not to mention the small hoop over his lower lips.

His green eyes squinted at the stranger. He was also riddled in black tattoos. His whole neck was covered with it. So was his arms and some of his fingers.

Izuku's eyes widened in recognition. "Touya-nii?" His voice almost squeaked.

The guy grinned, "It's Dabi."

"D-dabi?"

"Yeah, I don't use my old name anymore." Izuku just gave him a perplexed look. "So, how are you, Zu-chan?"

Izuku wasn't able to answer and just kept his eyes on the guy.

When was the last time he saw him?

Touya was Shouto's oldest brother.

Back when Izuku always goes to the huge Todoroki estate, he would always see the guy walking in with his group of friends.

He would always ruffle Izuku's hair, calling him stupid nicknames and asking how he was.

They never really interacted much but Izuku would never forget —

— him. The guy smell of such expensive perfume, mixed with the lingering scent of cigarette and cherry candy.

Izuku had always hated perfumes. Men's perfume were always too strong and the scent makes him dizzy.

The only perfume he liked was Touya's.

There was a time he considered asking the guy his perfume so he could buy the exact same thing.

But they never talked beyond simple hi and Touya asking how he was.

"I'm good," Izuku finally answered, swallowing hard. "How about you To—Dabi?"

The raven-haired shrugged.

The last time he saw Touya was when him and his dad got into an intense argument. It was quite a scene they were screaming at each other. After that, the guy left and never returned.

Izuku asked Shouto about him but his boyfriend that time asked to not talk about it.

"Attending your ex-boyfriend wedding, that's such a thing you'd, Zu-chan." The guy chuckled, his voice echoing at the small confines of the bathroom.

"Well, Shouto requested for it." Izuku reasoned out. Then it hit him, "Wait, how did you know that? No one knew I dated Shouto."

"Wasn't that hard to figure out." The older guy smirked. He then turned to the sink, wet his hands and walked towards Izuku.

Izuku took a stepped backward but the guy still close the gap between them.

Oh, he still had the same perfume, the lingering scent of cigarette.

Dabi started wetting his unruly green curls, styling it. He then tugged his ugly tie away, putting it inside his pocket. Without a word, he also rolled his sleeves to his elbows.

Lastly, he removed the brooch over his designer coat and placed it on Izuku's huge coat.

"There, better." He looked down on him.

Oh. He still eats the same cherry candy.

"You can attend your ex's wedding looking pathetic." He chuckled.

"Please, someone might hear you." Izuku worriedly replied.

Dabi snorted, he held both his arms and made him look at the mirror

"Looks much better." He smirked at their reflection.

Izuku blinked at drastic change of what the guy did to his hair and clothes.

"Wow, thank you!" He excitedly looked up to the guy who just gently pinched his freckled cheek making Izuku whine.

"Will definitely looked better without the thick glasses but I can't have you tumbling all over the place." The older guy added.

"Ah yeah, I wouldn't really see anything." Izuku sheepishly replied.

"Well then, we better get on our seat, the whole shindig will start."

"You shouldn't call it that." Izuku scrunched his nose.

"It's a shindig alright." Dabi rolled his eyes. "And it's pretty stupid. Why do people even want to get married?"

The two of them left the toilet, walking towards their chosen seats. Surprisingly, Dabi settled next to him

"Because they're in love. Don't you have anyone you want to marry?" Izuku turned to him.

The older guy let out an amused laugh. "I don't have anyone I wanted to marry. Weddings are stupid. Love in general is stupid."

Ah, he remembered Dabi notoriously played when he was young

Izuku's cheeks heated at a memory he tried so hard to bury in him and now surfaced.

The person who opened his eyes towards sex was this guy.

It was an accident, he was just going to the toilet when he saw Dabi having sex with a girl in his room. The guy didn't close his door.

His cheeks burned more at the memory of the older guy, fucking the life out of the girl who can only moan helplessly under his wild thrust.

Izuku swore on his life that he won't tell anyone about it and decided to pretend that it never happened.

Not before he touched —

— himself and made himself come in his ex-boyfriend's bathroom, thinking of his brother.

Izuku let out a frustrated groan, it was his lowest point.

"Stop thinking of dirty things, you're inside a church, Zu-chan." Dabi teased.

His cheeks burned redder as he glared at him.

"I am not thinking of dirty things," Izuku whispered back.

"Your thoughts practically leaks all over your face." Dabi smirked. "Don't tell me you were thinking of the time you watched me fuck someone."

Izuku's eyes widened. "How did you know that?" He was beyond shock.

The older guy let out a loud laugh that garnered everyone's attention. Izuku quickly hit him on his thigh to make him stop while shyly apologizing for him.

"Ah, you are so easy to fucking read." Dabi chuckled. "And of course, I would know, I fucking saw you, dumbass."

Izuku's face, ears, and even his neck were all red. He looked away telling him he doesn't know what he was talking about.

Dabi just leaned closer to him, whispering on his ear, his hot breath fanning against his currently sensitive skin, "I always wondered if you touched —

— yourself because of what you saw. Did you come thinking of me, hmm, Izuku?"

The greenette would rather burn in hell than admit the truth so he pushed Dabi away, his palm pressed against his face.

"Okay, fine, you don't believe in love and marriage." He quickly said.

Putting the previous topic back. "Wedding's about to start." He kept his eyes away from the guy. If he looked at him now, he'd combust in embarrassment and he's trying his best to survive the whole day in one piece.

The ceremony started, Izuku's eyes landed on Shouto.

He stood by the end of the aisle looking handsome in his designer ensemble in the color of white. Accented with red.

Izuku could see him nervous despite what seemed to be a blank look in his face. His hands fidgeted like crazy.

They all stood up when the bride arrived.

She looked amazing. Almost ethereal. And Izuku could see why Shouto fell in love with her. Those kind smiles and glimmering eyes were probably just few of the things Shouto loved about her.

When the couple met at the end of the aisle, everyone was in awe.

They looked so good together. And while looking at each other, without any words, everyone could feel the genuine love they feel for one another.

Dabi snorted next to him, his hands were jammed inside his pockets, boredly looking at the couple. "I don't really understand love."

Izuku glanced at him then turned to look back at the couple clapping his hands with the guests. "I don't think you are meant to understand it." He answered. "It's probably more of feeling it than understanding it."

Dabi didn't answer. "A little too sappy for my liking."

"Ah, of course." Izuku chuckled looking at the guy. "Feelings are gross." He smirked teasing.

"Don't get too smartass on me." The guy met his eyes, lips still on a smirk.

They then sat down and went through the grueling ceremony. Izuku itch to pull his phone and —

— browse through the internet. Read memes or bother with the news. Admittedly, he's so bored with the whole wedding, this is also the reason why he doesn't want to attend one.

"This shit is boring." Dabi groaned next to him. "Why do people go through this again?"

Izuku didn't bother answering.

"Ah yeah," Dabi rolled his eyes. "Love." His sounded so unimpressed.

At this point, Izuku couldn't blame him. He's also beyond bored. Maybe he should be sad that his ex is getting married. Or probably inspired but he's just also bored.

He doesn't want to admit it but he signed off his Saturday for this? He'd rather be at home, in the comfort of his small apartment and play All Might Smash.

Dabi draped his arm over his shoulder, pulling him close, "Wanna ditch this whole thing?" He whispered.

Izuku looked at him appalled.

"Stop looking at me like that, you literally yawned four times already." The older guy rolled his eyes.

"It's almost done, just endure more." Izuku cleared his throat. Well, he can't deny the yawning.

"No, I had enough. Let's leave."

"I am not leaving!" Izuku whispered back.

"Fine, rock-paper-scissors, if I win we leave. I lose we stay."

"Why are you dragging me into your craziness?"

"It's more fun." He grinned big.

"I win you shut up and we stay?"

"Yep, have it your way."

"Okay, deal."

They positioned thei hands, handing it behind the guests sitting in front of them.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" They whispered.

Dabi pulled out a rock while Izuku landed a paper.

The older guy let out a loud yell at his victory making everyone look at them. Izuku glared at him.

Dabi didn't even waste time as he grabbed Izuku's wrist, pulling him. Before Izuku could protest the two of them were running down the aisle. Every eyes on them.

The moment they were out, Izuku melted in embarrassment, crouching down, covering his face. "I'm over." He chanted.

Then a thought crossed Izuku's mind. He stood up. "Wait a minute! I won! Paper beats rock!" He pointed at Dabi who just laughed at him.

"Does it matter?" Dabi challenged. "You can go back if you want to," he shrugged.

Izuku grimaced at him.

"Thought so," Dabi laughed.

"I can't believe you did that," Izuku groaned in frustration.

"Life's simply like that, Zu-chan." He looked at him with a solemn expression. "Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. And if you aren't smart enough you get cheated on."

Izuku quickly walked to him to kick him.

Dabi effortlessly dodged him, grabbing his ankle making Izuku stand awkward with one foot.

"Stop throwing a tantrum, we're already outside and away from that boring shit. Thank fuck." Dabi grinned letting him go.

Izuku was unable to say anything about that.

The guy then walked towards his parked car. Izuku followed him with his jaw dropping at the sight of a black Range Rover.

Dabi opened the door of his humongous vehicle. "Get in, babe." He smirked.

Izuku rolled his eyes but followed nonetheless.

What is left to do? He allowed himself to be dragged out by this crazy bastard.

Izuku nearly hopped in order to get inside the car. Never in his life dis he thought, he'd be able to ride such luxury car.

Once he was settled on his seat, Dabi helped him with his seatbelt.

Securing the whole thing, before starting the engine and driving away.

"I'll choose the playlist." Izuku said.

"Connect your phone." The other guy nodded, he also walked him through how to connect his phone which Izuku followed.

The greenette happily played his current —

— favorite song.

Dabi grimaced at the song he played and Izuku considered it as a win.

"Of course, you like this song." The guy rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, I am over my emo phase." Izuku grinned.

The raven-haired purposely swerved making Izuku's heart race.

Izuku let out a yelp at it making Dabi laugh.

"Don't do that!" Izuku hit him on his shoulder. "My life might suck but I don't plan on dying yet!"

The older guy just laughed more. "Ah, dying together. Now that's romance."

"No, it's not." Izuku rolled his eyes.

"I don't think there can be anything more romantic than that." Dabi shrugged.

"You are just full of angst. Dying is easy. You can die anytime." Izuku relaxed on his seat, his eyes darted outside.

Dabi didn't answer.

Izuku then turned to him. "Living is harder."

Blue eyes glanced over the freckled guy settled on his passenger seat. Dabi gave an amused smile, "Don't tell me you're going to ask me to live for you?"

"No." Izuku chuckled. "Why would I? I know you will live but not for me but for yourself."

Dabi took a turn, merging into the highway. "My turn to choose music. Hand over your phone, babe."

"Stop calling me that." Izuku handed his phone to him.

"Okay, babe." Dabi smirked, he then scrolled for a song, he placed a Panic! At a Disco song.

Izuku let out a laugh. "Of course."

"Ah you knew me too well. So sweet of you."

"It just screams your aesthetic."

"Fair enough."

Dabi began drumming his hand against the steering wheel. He then started singing which surprisingly Izuku did as well.

"Look at you being cultured." Dabi teased.

"I have a wide range." Izuku said smugly.

They just began singing loudly. Screaming to the beat of the music. They sang without holding back. Like how one sang while he took a shower. Like no one is watching.

After some time of driving, they went for a quick drive thru, ordering bunch of food and large drinks they started driving again.

Izuku didn't ask where they were going. Dabi never told him where they're heading.

They just sing, eat, and talked about things.

He found out that Dabi works as a stylists for several celebrities. He was also a fashion consultant of huge brands. He even works for the Bakugou's huge fashion empire.

They would always get him to style their biggest campaigns.

From there, he built a name for himself.

"I am childhood friends with the son of the owners," he revealed to the guy. Izuku began telling him about his and Katsuki's relationship. How they started close and how it all fell apart.

"Okay, fuck," Dabi took a long sip from his large coke. "He found out you are gay for —

— him and he hated it and from then on, things went down hill?"

Izuku nodded, "Yeah, basically." He put a nugget in his mouth.

"That's it?"

"Well, yeah."

"So he wasted your friendship just because you fell in /love/ with him?"

The greenette shrugged, "That's how it is."

"But!" Izuku quickly followed up. "He went to me to apologized for what he did. We talked about it but I think he felt too guilty so he agreed with his parents suggestion to study in Europe. I haven't seen him since then."

"Okay," Dabi nodded opening his mouth, Izuku feed him.

"Kacchan occasionally video calls with me." Izuku told Dabi how him and the blond kept in touch. They email each other and spent time to video call each other at least twice a week.

Dabi clicked his tongue, "See what your love does to things? Complicate and ruin shit."

The greenette gave him an unamused look. Dabi shrugged, opening his mouth. Izuku placed a nugget in it. "I am starting to think you have issues with love. Did someone break your heart?"

The older guy snorted. "I don't need my heart broken to know something is trouble."

After 30 minutes of drive, they arrived at a vacation house on top of the hills, overlooking the sea.

Dabi owned the place. It wasn't big or grand. It was simple and modern yet still has Dabi's aesthetic. When they got inside, Izuku quickly walked towards the huge glass door —

— which lead to the veranda where you could see the infinite horizon where the blue ocean stretched.

The sun was about to set, painting everything in beautiful twilight colors. Orange. Purples.

"Your place is nice." Izuku smiled eyes looking at the ocean.

"Wasn't so bad. This is the first thing I got when I started getting more money." Dabi stared at the beautiful scene before them.

"I don't know what got into you, but thanks for bringing me here." Izuku beamed at him.

"Hate to break this to you but this is not for free."

Izuku gave a dramatic sigh, "Hate to tell you this but I am poor."

Dabi laughed.

"I work a dead end job I hate with people that hates me and I don't hate them necessarily but I also dislike them."

"Just say you hate them and go." The guy shook his head lightly

"My only ex just got married and I ditch the wedding. My life's not the best."

"Oh no," Dabi's tone was even. "Do you need a hug or something?"

"Please emphatize better." Izuku glared at him.

"I will if you cry." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Give me a moment."

The two of them let out a laugh then silence swept them.

"Wanna have sex?" Dabi asked not looking at him, his eyes still on the ocean.

"Is that why you brought me here?" Izuku didn't look at him either.

"If I said yes would you be mad."

"Not really."

Izuku probably should say no. In the two years that him and Shouto dated, they never went all the way.

When they broke up he was too heartbroken to hook up. After the heartbreak, his life was eaten by university then his jobs and adulting swoop in.

"I brought you here cause I know you'll like it. You're the kind of person that likes this kind of things."

Izuku snorted looking at him, "What do you mean?"

"Back when you were dating Shouto, you always tell him how you like the ocean." Dabi turned to face him.

"I gave you a keychain and postcard from my sudden trip with my friend and you looked at it with sparkling eyes. It was fucking weird."

Izuku remembered that. He still got them in his place. The keychain was a clear cube which has the /ocean/ in it.

It was decorated with sands, small crab, a small starfish and some shell.

"I was actually surprised you gave me souvenirs. I kept them." Izuku smiled, unaware of how the smile exudes beauty perfectly tangled with innocence.

Dabi lifted his hand, ruffling his green hair.

"I'm sure you kept them. You're just the kind of guy that will keep them." The guy then pulled his hand away and stretched his arms upwards. "We could stay here for the night and drive back early in the morning."

The older guy walked towards the house.

Izuku probably lost his mind but he just want to do something different this time.

Take a little risk.

Live a little.

"Wanna have sex with me?" He asked. Dabi stopped on his track, looking back at him.

His cheeks burned red, down to his ears and neck.

The greenette never really thought how embarrassing saying that to him or to anyone for that matter.

Then the thought of how the guy is his ex-boyfriend's older brother made him turn redder.

Izuku quickly covered his face with his arms. "Never mind, forget I asked that."

The raven-haired grabbed his wrist, pulling him. They walked back to the house, up to the stairs, entering the huge master's bedroom.

Dabi shut the door before staring straight into Izuku's emerald eyes. "I'll give you a minute to change your mind."

"Tell me that you don't want this because if we start now, I won't stop. I won't ever stop even if you beg me."

Izuku felt his throat ran dry. He had never fully realized how blue his eyes were until he was staring at them through this dimly lit room.

"I won't stop you."

His breathing was hitching. His words barely made it out his dry throat.

Maybe he had gone insane.

He knew they shouldn't do this.

And Izuku was sure, they'll be a time he' regret the whole thing. But for now, he'll live a little. Feel more.

He'll take whatever Dabi was willing to give him.

"Okay," the older guy's voice was serious. He held his waist, pulling him. Leaning down he captured Izuku's lips.

The greenette let out a soundless gasp at the touch of their lips. Dabi, placed a hand behind his head, —

— tilting his head slightly, he kissed Izuku deeper. Moving his lips urging the younger guy to match his pace.

Fluttering his eyes close, Izuku matched his pace. Kissed him eagerly. Dabi slipped his tongue between his parted lips. Exploring his mouth, tasting him.

He was never kissed like this before.

Dabi kissed him like he was demanding every bit of him. Every little thing he could give.

It was intense. Intimate.

Knee wobbling.

The guy pressed their bodies together, kissing him till he was out of breath. Unable to think.

Moving, expertly, he pushed his clothes off him. Somehow Izuku wasn't aware how the articles of clothing came off. All he could focus was Dabi's demanding lips. His hands leaving trails of heat in his skin. They way their bodies pressed against each other.

Next thing he knew was his back was against the mattress. Dabi's tongue tasting his skin. Licking him, tasting him, mapping his skin. Izuku tried to stop noise from leaving his lips yet he was helplessly moaning, groaning, under every single thing the older guy does to him.

Dabi new how to build the anticipation. How to make him want more. He touched him in a way, Izuku never knew he'd wanted to be touched.

He explored every nook and cranny. Kissed every piece of him.

And when the guy sank in him, owning him, Izuku finally, FINALLY, understood —

— why the women he brought back in the huge Todoroki estate made those noise. Moan like that.

Izuku always thought that porn exaggerated things. Surely one will not make that kind of noise when having sex right?

But there he was spilling with the same kind of noise.

Gripping so tight, begging Dabi for all the thing he was willing to offer.

Every thrust was making Izuku lose a little bit of his sanity. He called the broken version of his name.

"Izuku," his voice was huskier. Vibrating under his skin. Down to his bones and soul.

The greenette fluttered his eyes open, he watched as the expression of the older's guy's face. His eyes closed, his lips parted, flushed skin, beads of sweat littering him.

Dabi opened his eyes meeting his green ones. He leaned down to kiss him, his pace increasing.

Izuku bit his moan as they two of them reach the climax. He could feel Dabi spill his hot release inside him, his name chanted by his lips.

That night, they had sex like they had waited their entire lives for it. In the kitchen, in the living room, on the floor, in the bathroom

When morning came, Izuku could barely move nor open his eyes. Dabi woke him up with a soft kiss against his shoulder and a breakfast in bed.

They started bantering while eating. Izuku tried hard to ignore the aching of his body and the marks he left on Dabi.

Dabi drove him home, singing to Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boys. Listening whenever Izuku belts out songs by his favorite artists. He would laugh and scrunched his nose at disgust whenever Izuku plays what he calls /overrated/ pop songs.

Izuku didn't say anything when he sees the guy bobbed his head or sing the lyrics to his /overrated/ pop songs.

They never exchanged number. There was no sappy talks. There was endless sarcasm and teasing.

They parted with a simple goodbye.

No thank yous.

Not a single word about what they did that night.

When Izuku got back to his place, he lied down on the floor and think about everything.

Was it right that he agreed to such thing?

How are you going to pretend that none of it happened?

It's not like he was looking for a relationship. Or he wanted Dabi to date him.

He knew. Izuku took a deep breath, the back of his throat burned painfully.

He knew how Dabi never brought the same woman twice.

That's just how he was. He's a strictly one night stand guy.

No more. No less.

Dabi asked for sex. Now it's Izuku's fault if he had given him more than what he asked for.

So he allowed himself to wallow in self loathe and pity. Once he was done, he got up, took a shower, cook food, and hid the brooch Dabi pinned on his oversized coat.

A week quickly past him by and before Izuku knew it, it had been a month since Shouto was married.

He only found out because Shouto posted a photo from his wedding with a caption of how it had been a month.

Somehow newly married people like to remind everyone that they're —

— married.

Not that he could blame them. They literally spent fortune for that occasion so they had every right to show off.

Him and Dabi never talked. How could they when they don't even know each other's number.

Noy that Izuku was hoping to talk to him anyway.

One skill that he learned as he grew older was to let go of things he couldn't control. There's just no sense in holding on to things that you know will not benefit you in any way.

That's why, he submitted a resignation today. He doesn't have a backup plan.

All he knew is he doesn't want to work for his company anymore.

Izuku stretched a little when he got out of the office. Finally, he could leave all of it behind and start a new.

"Deku," the greenette turned and saw Katsuki waving at him. Izuku's eyes widened.

"Kacchan!" He quickly jogged to him, without thinking he throw himself to him. Hugging him tightly.

Pulling away, he looked at his friend whom he haven't seen in the longest time. "Oh my god! You're back!"

Katsuki grinned. "I'm back, Deku."

"You look amazing!"

And he does. He was taller then Izuku. His pale blond hair was shorter with an undercut. His clothes looked stylish yet still somehow feel like him.

He was wearing a tight black rip jeans, oversized hoodie, topped with a long coat and paired with the right accessories.

Katsuki pulled him on another hug. "Fuck, it's been so long, Deku!"

"Yes! It had been so long." Izuku hugged him back. "Why didn't you tell me you'll be back?"

The blond detached himself from him. "It's called surprise, dumbass."

Izuku gave a hearty chuckle. "I am surprised"

"Then, that's a successful mission then."

"Yes! Let's celebrate. I have two things to celebrate. One, you're back and two I am officially unemployed." He grinned.

"I don't think you should celebrate unemployment." Katsuki laughed.

"I disagree." Izuku stuck his tongue at him.

The two of them agreed to go to Izuku's favorite izakaya where they ordered food and drank beer.

Katsuki told him about a stupid incident on his flight. He also told him his plans of staying in Tokyo and interning at his parents company.

Izuku listened to him noting how —

— Katsuki was different. His voice was not that loud anymore. His patience was different. He also smiles more and somehow he doesn't have much problem communicating his feelings or thoughts.

Before he'd just yell at people and explode in anger.

Ah, they're getting old.

Nostalgia hit him hard that it made him finish his can of beer even when he knew he'd already two notch way past his threshold.

Izuku smiled at his friend, "You changed a lot, Kacchan but at the same time you're still the Kacchan I remembered."

It was the alcohol, he noted.

Tears streamed down Izuku's freckled cheeks. Where have time gone? Why does it feel like everything around him, everyone around him is changing while he stood at the same place.

It took him years to resign.

He was still not confident. He still have the dame awkwardness.

He felt like he was being left behind.

Katsuki gently wipe his tears away. "What are you crying for, stupid nerd?"

Izuku chuckled, "I don't even know." He wiped his tears away. "I just feel like the time is a little too fast. I can barely keep up."

"It's fine, Deku."

Katsuki gently added, "It's not a goddamn race."

"I know." Izuku wetly laughed. "I know that and yet I still felt like I was left behind."

"You're doing great, idiot."

"Thanks, Kacchan." The greenette grinned. "I somehow miss your yelling."

"Shut up, I'll kill you."

"Ah," New tears crawled down his cheeks while he was laughing. "There's my Kacchan."

"I swear to God, Deku." Katsuki rolled his eyes, groaning in frustration.

Izuku kept crying. Sobbing on his seat. Shoulders moving up and down. Katsuki listened.

Sometimes he'll pass him tissue. Other times a newly opened can of beer. And then a glass of water.

Five minute short of midnight, they left the place with Katsuki paying even when Izuku insisted to half the bill.

When they got out, someone was waiting for them.

"Dabi," Izuku whispered.

The older guy just smirked. "Hey, babe." He greeted.

"Who the fuck are you?" Katsuki asked, glaring at the guy.

"Ah," Izuku quickly turned to Katsuki. "That's Dabi, he's Shouto's older brother."

Katsuki kept his eyes on the raven-haired.

"Shouto?" Katsuki glanced back at Izuku. "Your ex?"

The greenette nodded.

His best friend turned to look at Dabi. "What the fuck do you want?"

Dabi ignored him, closing the distance towards Izuku. "Can we talk?"

Izuku was about to answer when Katsuki held his wrist.

"Let's go home." Katsuki's expression was serious.

Izuku turned to Dabi, he smiled. "Let's talk some other time. Kacchan just got back."

The older guy turned to Katsuki who had been glaring at him. "Oh, so this is the bestfriend. Hi, Kacchan, nice to meet you."

"Yeah, whatever." Katsuki fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Dabi's eyes landed on Katsuki's hand holding Izuku's wrist. Without a word, he separated them. The blond protested but Dabi ignored him, his eyes were on Izuku. "On count of three."

"Huh?" Izuku looked confused.

"One, two," Dabi quickly held his wrist. "Three!" He quickly burst into a run pulling Izuku with him..

The greenette was so surprised but his feet just ran, letting Dabi pull him.

Katsuki shouted, following them.

Dabi increased their pace, turning to one alley.

He pressed his hand against Izuku's mouth, caging him against the wall. They're so close that Izuku could feel the guy's body against his.

Dabi slowly removed his hand off his mouth. "Hi," he smirked. Izuku had to reprimand his heart for nearly falling on the floor.

"Hello," Izuku looked away, clearing his throat. His cheeks flushed.

"I'm Dabi by the way. It will be nice to know your name." He added. The greenette frowned at him.

Then it clicked, he's flirting with him.

"My name's not free." Izuku fought back. Determined.

"I'll buy you a drink since you look adorable."

Izuku felt his stomach churn. He quickly pushed the older guy away and began throwing up.

Wow, talking about embarrassment.

Dabi laughed. "Nevermind, I think you had enough."

The guy then gently pat his back. Izuku crouched down, as he kept vomiting.

"Stay here." Dabi gently said as he went out of the alley, darting towards the convenience store.

Izuku shut his eyes closed. Now, he's just embarrassed.

Really, he told himself.

He briefly considered sneaking away and not showing his face to the guy. Well at least, he wss aware enough not to vomit at him.

"Here," Izuku looked up to see Dabi handing him an opened bottled water. "Gurgle first before drinking."

"Thanks," he accepted the bottle.

Izuku did as he was told. Once his mouth was clean he finished the water.

"Sorry about that," he stood up, looking at Dabi. He staggered, nearly falling good thing Dabi was able to hold him and his back touched the wall. "I think I should go home. I'll see you next time."

Without a word, Dabi hurled him over his shoulder carrying him. Izuku protested but the guy didn't listen. The greenette then hide his face behind his palms, groaning in frustration.

The guy then placed him down when they reached his destination.

Izuku turned to tell Dabi something but the guy just put a helmet on him, securing it.

"Dabi," Izuku called.

"Shh," the guy adjusted the strap properly. "We'll talk later."

Izuku didn't say anything, watching the guy put his own helmet on.

The guy then hopped on his Harley-Davidson Breakout. He turned to look at Izuku. "Hop in, babe."

His brain begged him multiple times to think about the whole thing but before he could even argue, his body had already moved, hopping on the guy's 672 pound bike.

The older guy made him wrap his arms over his torso. Izuku followed, albeit reluctant.

Starting the machine, Dabi quickly sped away making Izuku hug him tighter as cold air hit him.

Izuku pushed every thought away. He'll think about all of it later.

He'll explain to Katsuki later.

He'll question his sanity later.

Right now, he'll just enjoy the cold breeze, the night light, the warmth of the older guy's body.

After nearly half an hour of drive. Dabi turned to enter an exclusive residential area.

The place was lined up with luxury apartment building. He had alway heard of this place from his coworkers. It seemed to be such a big deal for them whenever someone came from this place or went to this place.

Dabi parked at the basement of one of the buildings.

When they got off the motorcycle. Izuku's body felt numbed but his attention was quickly snatched at the view of the guy's Range Rover.

Dabi removed his helmet, storing it away. Before he lead Izuku to the elevator where he punched his floor number.

Exiting the elevator, they darted for the unit at the end of the corridor.

Izuku remained awkward all through it. Thinking of what he needed to say to blow away the silent and somehow tensed air between them but ended up not saying a single thing at all.

When they got inside, the lights automatically turned on.

Dabi looked at Izuku. "Welcome to my place."

"Thanks," he replied, a little too stiff. Obviously tensed.

"I just got back from Korea." He said walking inside, darting towards the kitchen. Izuku followed.

"Me and my friends was drinking somewhere in that area when I saw you." Dabi continued grabbing a glass of water.

"Ah," Izuku doesn't know what to say nor how to look at the guy. "You were in Korea?"

"Yeah, I had a project there. Was required to stay there for some time."

"Welcome back, I guess?" Izuku's voice was soft. Barely audible.

Dabi emptied the glass, he then placed it down om his kitchen isle. He trapped Izuku's body, against the counter, caging him.

He wasn't saying anything and Izuku was starting to feel the weight of his stares.

The greenette tried his best not to meet his intense gaze but it was as of his blue eyes were drawing him in.

"Is that all? Can i go now? I'll just book a cab." He could feel his heart thundering against his chest.

This is bad.

This is really bad. He needs to leave.

"Izuku," Dabi leaned closer, his voice was quiet.

The greenette shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath, he them faced Dabi, "I have to g—”

"How do you know if you miss someone?"

Izuku blinked. "Huh?"

"How do you know if you miss someone?"

Izuku quickly turned away. "Uhm, I don't know. You keep thinking of them? You can't stop thinking of them. You want to see them... It's, I don't know, painful not to see them."

Silence.

"Yeah, I think, that's it." Izuku added.

"Then I must have missed you a lot." Dabi said.

Izuku felt his heart stutter.

No, he reminded himself. He needs to be firm. He can't be swayed by this.

"You don't have any fucking idea how I almost flew my ass back to Japan just to see you even for a damn minute." He then leaned his head against Izuku's.

"Maybe I should have done that." He added. He then pulled Izuku away from the counter, wrapping his arms around the smaller guy.

"I nearly lost it when I saw you with someone after I have restrained myself from seeing you." He tucked Izuku's head under his chin.

No way, his mind supplied. His heart in his throat. This guy must be lying.

There's no way he's serious about this right?

Dabi doesn't do this kind of thing. He's not someone who will say he miss a person.

There's just no way he's serious, right?

Right?

"Could you at least try not to make me want to murder someone." Dabi pulled away.

Izuku looked at him, he then gave an awkward laugh as he nodded, "Okay, I get it. This is one of your jokes." He laughed. "I almost fell for it."

Dabi just looked at him while Izuku —

— tried to convinced himself that no, Dabi didn't miss him. That Dabi will never miss him.

There's just no way he'd feel that.

Without a word, the older guy cupped his face, making him look him in the eyes. "Izuku, I missed you." He face, his tone were serious.

"Good one, Dabi." Izuku chuckled.

Nope, he can't let his guard down. If he did, he'll hope.

Izuku's not naive. Falling for someone like Dabi would only result to pain.

/It's always so nice to see you, Zu-chan./

The guy smiled, hugging him tight, kissing his forehead.

"Okay," Dabi held him tighter. "I'll just have to convince you somehow."

Izuku's face fell, the corner of his eyes stung. He then held onto the guy, clenching his fist tightly against his clothes. "Please." He whispered. "Don't do this to me." His throat hurts. "Please."

Dabi pulled away, he then lifted the guy, making him sit on the counter. Dabi settled himself between his legs, looking up on him as he was hicupping.

It's the alcohol, Izuku kept telling himself.

Clearly he's not in the right mind for this.

"Zuku," Dabi wiped his tears.

"Yeah, I guess I don't sound the most reliable person right now. I never tried to be one. I honestly don't know what I am doing." A pause. "So tell me, tell me what to do. Tell me how do I make you believe that I missed you. That I wanted to see you. That i want to be with you."

"I don't know either." Izuku sobbed. "But didn't you say you will never understand things like this?"

"Yeah, I will never understand things like this." Dabi nodded, still wiping his tears. "But you also told me it wasn't meant to be understood. I just have to feel them."

Izuku chuckled, "I bet people have told you you're one smooth motherfucker."

Dabi shrugged. "I do get that a lot." He smirked. "It's years of experience."

"Ah, of course." Izuku smiled. "Do I sign some card once you are done with me?"

The guy's smile fell.

Dabi let out a sigh, he raked his hair, Izuku watched his blue eyes glimmer under the light. He looked handsome. It's quite unfair.

Not only was he good looking but also floods any place with his overwhelming sex appeal.

"No, you won't need to sign anything."

Dabi, held his hand, filling the gaps between Izuku's. He then kissed his knuckles gently. "If you decided to stay with me, I don't think I'll let you leave."

Izuku smiled. "Are you sure about that, Mr. Love and Feelings Are Gross?"

"I'm not." He honestly replied.

"But I feel like if it's with you, it will be fine." Dabi added.

Izuku met his blue eyes. He knew he might regret it. And maybe this was wrong.

He knew Dabi. He knew what he was capable of. Putting his heart on someone like him was a gamble.

"Okay." Izuku smiled.

Dabi placed both his arms over his own shoulder, "Can I now get a kiss?"

Izuku gave a thoughtful hum before grinning.

Leaning down, Izuku pressed his lips against the older guy's. "Yeah," Izuku whispered. Dabi pulled him closer kissing him deeper.

The raven-haired lifted Izuku, the greenette wrapped his feet around the guy's torso.

With lips locked, Dabi walked them towards the couch, he gently placed Izuku down.

Dabi gently slip his hand under Izuku's shirt. "Fuck, I have been thinking about this nonstop."

They melt into each other's lips. Kissing like their life depended on it. Clothes came off.

Before he knew it, Izuku was a moaning mess, his back pressed against the other guy's chest while he thrust into him, biting the crook of his neck.

"Dabi..." He gasped, skin flushed.

They spent the night together, forgetting about everything else.

When Izuku woke up in the morning, Dabi was asleep next to him and his phone was bombarded with messages and missed class from Katsuki.

He let out a groan, gently removing the raven-haired's arm over him.

Tossing his legs over the edge of the bed, he took a deep breath, dialing Katsuki's number.

The call clicked in just a ring.

"Hi, Kacchan." Izuku greeted, nervously.

"Where are you?" The blond's voice were tight. "What happened?"

"I'll explain later, I'm sorry I left."

"Deku," Katsuki sighed. "Are sure you're okay?"

Izuku glanced over Dabi's sleeping figure. "Yeah, I think so." A small smile made out his lips. "I feel really fine, I'm actually happy." He reaches to combes the older guy's hair.

"Okay." A pause. "As long as you know what —

— you're doing."

He wasn't really sure about what he was doing. And he might regret what he did but he doesn't want to think about it for now. He'll just try live in the now.

Dabi held his wrist pulling him down. He cuddled him, snuggling on the crook of his neck.

Izuku let out a giggle.

"Why are you up? It's still early." Dabi whispered.

"Deku?" Katsuki asked over the phone.

"Oh, yeah, shit." Izuku quickly pressed the phone against his ear. "I'll talk to you later, Kacchan."

"Okay, we'll have dinner with my parents."

"Okay, text me the detail," Izuku tried his best to suppress his giggle as Dabi showered chaste kisses against his neck, down to his shoulder to his shoulder blade.

"See you later, nerd." The call ended.

Izuku turned to look at Dabi, who kissed him on his lips.

The greenette allowed himself to be melt into Dabi's hug.

Somehow it's strange that he's really there and he's dating him.

They're dating right?

"We're..." Izuku pressed his lips together. Does it matter if they have a label or not?

"Yeah, we're boyfriends or whatever you want to call it, Zu-chan." Dabi snuggled to him. "I don't really believe in labels. I never had one."

"You don't need to... If you don't want to." Izuku whispered.

"Shut up." Dabi pinned him on the bed, kissing the side of his head.

The two of them stayed in bed for an hour. Talking about anything. Teasing and bantering.

After an hour, they decided to get breakfast from the nearest cafe.

Katsuki sent him a message about the dinner which he quickly replied, saying he'll be there.

They spent the day together. Izuku telling the guy how he finally had the courage to resign. And how he was considering taking a month of to fully understand what he wanted to do.

Dabi was supportive about his decision, telling him it's about time he does what he want.

When he needed to go to the dinner with Katsuki and his parents, Dabi help him choose his clothes. They did a little shopping which he fought the guy to pay for the clothes and shoes but Dabi just told him to let him pay for all of it.

Izuku had never looked well put together.

He had never really put much thought about style. For him dressing is hard, he never knew the right combination, what to wear and what not to match with certain piece.

Dabi who worked for so long as stylist, made it look easy. He just put simple pieces together but —

— it made Izuku just million times looked better.

The guy also dropped him at the hospital were the dinner was to happen.

Izuku was happy to see Katsuki's parents again. They had been always there for him especially when his mom died. They looked happy now that Katsuki's back

"You look amazing, Izu-kun!" Mitsuki praised him after hugging and kissing him. "I have never seen you this stylish! It looked great on you."

"Oh, yeah, my boyfriend chose it for me." Izuku chuckled awkwardly but saying that Dabi was his boyfriend made him smile.

"Oh my, your boyfriend sure knows fashion." Masaru said.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, just forking his food or more or stabbing it.

"Oh, he told me he works with you guys for big campaigns," Izuku excitedly said. "His name is Todoroki Touya but he goes with Dabi."

Mitsuki and Masaru were clearly surprised upon hearing what Izuku said. The couple looked at each other worriedly which made Katsuki furrowed his brows.

"What's wrong?" Their son asked.

"Ah, well, this is certainly the first time we heard Dabi dating." Mitsuki smiled.

"The guy is a great stylist, he can make simple pieces stand out with the right combination." Masaru offered kindly.

"Just spit it out." Katsuki sighed. Not in the mood for charades.

"We're just worried about you, Izu-kun. I heard he likes to play around." Mitsuki sighed.

"The guy built quite a reputation." Masaru followed up. "So, I hope when he decided to date you he's serious about it."

Katsuki gave an exhausted sigh, placing down his utensils and calling the waiter asking for a glass of wine.

Izuku smiled, assuring the couple.

"Dabi wouldn't really get anything from dating me. I currently don't have any work. And there's nothing he could take from me so I am fine." Izuku explained, looking down on his half empty plate.

Yeah, he doesn't have anything that will benefit Dabi in any sense.

Katsuki reached for him, holding his wrist. "Deku, don't say that come on."

Izuku chuckled. "It's true, Kacchan. I am not even sure why he wanted to date me."

"Who wouldn't want to date you when they get to know you?" The blond rolled his eyes. Reaching for the glass of wine.

"I'm so boring," Izuku shook his head lightly.

"I am referring to the real you, dumbass." Katsuki clicked his tongue finishing the wine.

The dinner continued with the four of them catching up. Before they left Mitsuki told Izuku that they'll always be with him.

"Don't trust people easily okay? You may think that they have nothing they can take from you when there are a whole bunch of things that they can take from you and you'll only know it when it's too late." The lady reminded him. Izuku smiled nodding at what she said.

Once the dinner was done, the four of them left the restaurant offering to drop Izuku to his place but to their surprise Dabi was waiting outside, leaning against his car.

The guy walked towards them. He bowed down greeting the Bakugous who returned the favor.

Katsuki glared at the guy yet still greeted him back. He's still Izuku's boyfriend after all.

"Thank you for thanking care of Izuku, I'll see you next time. Have a great night." Dabi smiled, bowing down a little. He then led Izuku to the car, arm on his waist.

When they got inside the car, the guy helped him with the seatbelt. "Looks like you built quite the reputation." Izuku joked.

"Well, you know about it. I never tried to hide it. I wasn't a good person after all." Dabi smirked before driving away.

Izuku laughed.

"I don't know how this whole thing fucking works. I never really wanted anything lasting with anyone but I made a lot of dumb mistake so you gotta try to trust me here." Dabi said, keeping eyes on the road.

Izuku would like to think the guy purposely didn't look at him —

— because he's probably embarrassed.

"I know, Dabi." Izuku said, reaching for his hand, slotting his fingers between his. "It's fine. I know what I am getting into."

"I hope you do." The older guy glanced at him. "I would probably do stupid things but I'll try my best."

Izuku chuckled. "You don't have to try to hard. Just be you. I don't expect you to give me the world, I am fine with whatever you can give me."

Dabi parked the car to the side of the road, he turned to him. "Did anyone ever tell you, you sell yourself short?"

"Do I?"

"You do," a pause. "There's nothing wrong with demanding and wanting more. If you don't tell what you want, you'll never get it."

Izuku smiled, "Okay, I'll try to be demanding."

"You never changed, Zu-chan." Dabi ruffled his hair. He then started driving again.

"Back when you dated Shouto you never asked him for anything. You just take what he can give you even when there are things you wanted to do. Wanted to hear from him." The guy added.

Izuku looked at the view outside. "I just don't feel like I should ask for something."

"It's because you think it's already a miracle that someone loved and wanted you and you couldn't ask for more." Dabi kept his eyes on the road.

Izuku didn't answer.

"To be clear, I dated you because I wanted to. And I didn't do that out of pity. So ask for more goddammit."

Izuku let out a laugh, the corners of his eyes sting. His unshed tears burned at the back of his throat.

He never heard those words from anyone.

For someone who claimed he doesn't understand love and relationship, Dabi sure knew more than he does.

"Okay," he chuckled.

That night, they spent it in Dabi's place. He took a warm bath with the guy. Talking about just anything. Once dressed, they lazily made out.

The guy step out to smoke few cigarettes before popping the familiar cherry candy.

Izuku slept peaceful in his arms.

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It had been a month and Izuku still doesn't have a single idea on what he wanted to do. He couldn't stay without a job for more than two months, he needed to find a new job. He cannot spend his savings just because he doesn't know what he really wanted to do.

He rarely stay in his apartment since dating Dabi. Most of the time, the guy ask him to stay over. Or sometimes, he'd be too lazy to go home.

Dabi doesn't seem to mind. Despite being busy, he liked taking care of Izuku it seemed. Izuku could feel his smugness from it.

Izuku was currently lying on the bed, he decided to stay at Dabi's place and browse through the job listings and his options when the guy called him.

"Hello, Dabi?" Izuku said, answering the phone.

"Hey, Zu-chan, I need to ask you for a favor." Dabi then instructed him to go —

— to one of the rooms in the house where he had clothes and shoes, organized which he uses for his job. The guy asked him to find an accessory box that he left.

Izuku quickly found it since the guy kept them organized and well labeled.

"You think you can bring it here?"

"Sure," Izuku happily answered. Dabi thanked him sending the address of the studio.

The greenette quickly changed. Today, Dabi is working with Vogue. The guy mentioned how they'll be doing at least three shoots today with five layouts each. Izuku didn't understand him at all.

Dabi just told him that it means it's a long day.

Izuku stared at his reflection. He was just wearing a simple black jeans, paired with an oversized shirt, topped with a huge corduroy jacket. He pulled his Jordan 1 sneaker that Dabi got him last week.

Once satisfied, he called for a cab.

The driver arrived immediately which delighted Izuku because he knew they can't proceed with the shoot without the accessories Dabi asked him to bring.

He got into the studio in less than 30 minutes. The staff quickly let him in.

His eyes roamed all over the place, looking at the crazy set uo of lights and the racks upon racks of clothes and shoes while Dabi was watching the shoot with his iPad on his hand.

Izuku watched the guy focused on what he was doing. This was the first time he saw him like that.

"Ah! This is bad!" One of the staff ran past Izuku towards the lady standing next to Dabi. From what Izuku could tell, she must be the fashion editor with the way she instructed the model and photographer and talked to Dabi about the clothes.

"The next model can't make it!"

Izuku watched as the reaction of the team descend into panic.

"Excuse me," a woman asked Izuku. "I'm Kendo Itsuka, one of the assistant stylists, may I know who you are?"

"Ah, Izuku," the greenette smiled. "Dabi asked me to bring this here."

"Oh the additional accessories."

Izuku handed him the accessory hard box.

"Zu-chan," he heard Dabi called him. The guy wrapped his arm around him, landing a small kiss on his lips. "Thanks. You saved me."

The whole place was filled with silence. All eyes were on them.

"Y-you're welcome," Izuku shyly replied.

The greenette felt the weight of the stares but tried to ignore it.

"Oh, who's this cutie?" The fashion editor asked, elbow propped on Dabi's shoulder. "I'm Kayama Nemuri, Vogue Japan's senior fashion editor."

"Midoriya Izuku," he bowed down introducing himself.

Nemuri gave a teasing look at Dabi who rolled his eyes. "Where are you hiding this cutie?"

"I am not hiding him," Dabi clicked his tongue.

"You never told us you have a boyfriend!" Nemuri whined. Izuku quickly turned red making the lady sigh at how adorable he was.

"You never asked and yes, he's my boyfriend. He's off the market so stay away from him, weirdo." The taller guy was about to pull Izuku away when Nemuri suddenly shouted.

"Oh my god! You are perfect for the next shoot!" She quickly held Izuku's both shoulder, shaking him.

Dabi pushed Nemuri away to stop him from shaking Izuku who's slowly getting dizzy.

"Hurry and try putting him the clothes, also ask Himiko-chan to do his makeup!" Nemuri excitedly said.

"He is not doing something he's uncomfortable with." Dabi firmly said.

"But he's perfect! His skin looks good! And he has freckles! And his eyes are very expressive!" Nemuri turned to Izuku. "You'll do it right? Or at least give it a try?"

"Ah... Ehh..." Izuku was looking back and forth at Nemuri and Dabi.

"Just say no, it's fine." Dabi assured.

"I don't think, I can do it." Izuku smiled weakly.

Nemuri let out a whine, "Can you at least give it a try? Please?"

Izuku awkwardly scratch the back of his head. "Okay..." He swallowed hard.

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Zu-chan, just say no. This is not your problem."

"Dabi, stop being a killjoy! Don't you want to see this cutie patootie in a fashion shoot that you styled?! I will give you a high res copy you can print it and frame it!" Midnight bargained.

"It's okay, Dabi." Izuku smiled. "I'll try my best."

The raven-haired sighed.

Nemuri smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "You heard the guy." She looked victorious. Dabi rolled his eyes.

"Kendo give me the set for the next shoot." Dabi said as he pulled Izuku to the makeup room. "You sure, it's okay?"

Izuku shrugged. "Might as well try?"

He was lead to sit down on the makeup chair as Himiko started vibrating with joy praising how cute Izuku looks.

"Oh my god, you look amazing! I could just eat you." She happily said, while grabbing makeup wipes to clean his face. Izuku just chuckled at her eccentricity.

"Shut it, Toga. He's off the market," Dabi then turn to Izuku kissing his forehead. "Scream if she did something. I'll be checking the clothes with Kendo."

Dabi left.

"Ahhhh your skin is so good I barely need to put makeup! Just few eye makeup!" Himiko exclaimed.

Despite Himiko's seemingly frantic movements and how she's easily distracted. She was able to quickly finish the make up. The last step involved adding a small gem below Izuku's right eye and putting some gloss over his lips which made it more pink and plump.

"All done!"

Just in time, Dabi came with Kendo bringing the clothes and accessories.

Izuku got off the chair and went inside the fitting room with Dabi. But before he could even take his clothes off, the guy pushed him against the wall, kissing him hard on his lips.

Dabi cupped his face, pulling him more. Kissing him a little too intimate that it was starting to make Izuku feel hot all over.

"Look so damn adorable." Dabi whispered, parting away. He landed small kisses on his lips. "We better change you before I do something more."

Izuku glared at him, wanting to wipe the smug look off his face. Now he's turned on, he cursed inwardly.

Closing his eyes, he tried to calm himself down as he stripped his clothes off.

"Hmm, that's a problem." Dabi teased pressing his leg against Izuku's erection.

"Who's fault do you think it is?" Izuku scowled.

"Well, I can do something about it." Dabi offered.

"No, give me the clothes. We can't take too long here."

"You're such a good boy." The taller guy faked frustration.

"The clothes please."

Dabi quickly helped him dressed.

Izuku stared at his reflection, he can't believe the clothes involve a tight latex pants, a black corset, long latex gloves, and pearl necklaces.

Dabi even placed a dangling earring on of his ear. He never had piercing but Dabi was prepared for it.

When he got out, Kendo helped him into a heeled chelsea boots.

But more than that Izuku can't get over the fact that for a top, he's only wearing corset which only covered his torso.

"Oh, your lipgloss is gone." Himiko noted. "Dabi!! Stop kissing your boyfriend at work!"

Izuku burned red as the lady's voice boomed all over the studio. He wanted to disappear.

"Shut up, Toga!" Dabi raised his hand showing her a middle finger.

Himiko then applied another lipgloss while Kendo slid rings on some of Izuku's fingers.

"You make me curious about you a lot!" Himiko smiled big. "This is the first time Dabi dated. A lot of woman tried to tie him down for so long and this is the only one he dated."

Izuku wasn't able to say anything. What should he say? He doesn't even know why Dabi dated him.

"All done! Try not to let Dabi kiss you so the lipgloss stays." Himiko giggled while Izuku turned into a whole new shade of red.

Kendo then lead him to the shooting area.

His heart was thundering against his chest. He's starting to think that he shouldn't have agreed to it.

Izuku stood at where Nemuri told him to stay. Dabi walked to him to check the whole clothes and make sure the styling is in place. He then handed him a galilean telescope or the golden telescope use to watch Opera performances.

"Relax, babe." Dabi smiled. "You can do this."

The greenette gave a nod, not really wanting to fuck things up after he said he could help. Plus it was also a collective effort of the people in the studio so Izuku just wanted to make it work.

Nemuri smiled at him as she started giving him instructions which he —

— religiously followed. When he's starting to doubt if he's doing the right thing, Dabi would wink at him which would make him relax but also he would try not to giggle because of the guy's antic.

Before he knew it the first layout was done and now, he's changing for the next.

Dabi helped him with the new clothes. Izuku was starting to be nervous because he doesn't even know if he did great.

"Stop thinking too much," Dabi said fixing his new clothes. "You did great. Nemuri won't ask me to change you to the next clothes if you didn't."

"Really? I just don't want to waste your efforts and everyone else." Izuku whispered.

"I know but try to enjoy it as well." The guy kissed his temple.

The next clothes was now an oversized silk long sleeves topped with corset and straight black slacks.

Himiko clipped one side of his hair behind his ear. For accessories, he was given huge gem rings by Kendo.

The shoot went well and without noticing it Izuku had started to relax and was now down to his last layout.

This time he was wearing a lose sheer long sleeves decorated with exaggerated ruffles and ribbons. He also had a long dangling earring in one ear. He also had a high waisted pants paired with boots.

For accessory, he was wearing a choker with a huge silk flower on it.

Izuku stood at the shooting area waiting for Nemuri's instruction. The lady stared at Izuku who started to fidget because she had been silent.

"Just say what you wanted to change so I can change it now. The next model is here already." Dabi sighed.

Nemuri turned to the guy, eyes narrowing. She then smiled getting the iPad off Dabi's hand. "Kendo, take off this guy's top!"

"What the fuck?" Dabi turned to her while Kendo just removed his coat, and then help him unbutton his polo shirt. In less than a minute, he's half naked

Nemuri gave a satisfied nod, looking at the amount of tattoo that filled Dabi's body. He then pushed him to the shooting area. "Just stand facing back, I just need your back and tattoos." Nemuri chuckled.

"Izu-chan! Wrap one of your arm over Dabi's arm," she turned to Izuku.

"Okay, now lean your head against his arm. Look straight at the camera." Izuku quickly follow the instruction.

He tangles his arm around Dabi who was scowling, back facing the camera. Izuku chuckled as he leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Look to your right, Dabi!" Nemuri said

"Fuck you for this, Nemuri!" Dabi answered yet still followed. "I won't work with you for the next three months."

"Nah you won't do that." The lady laughed. She then began giving instruction as the shoot continued with Dabi standing there as Izuku's props.

The final shot was a beauty shot which involve, Dabi covering one of Izuku's eyes while he looked down on the camera. He was still half naked, tattoos showing.

"Okay that's a wrap!" Nemuri shouted clapping. "Unto the next shoot!"

Izuku let out a sigh of relief.

"Izu-chan you did so great!" Nemuri praised while they review the shot.

"Thank you," the greenette smiled looking at the photos.

He burned red at one of the photo where Dabi was sitting on the floor, still not facing the camera but you can see all his back tattoos.

But what made the picture weird was how one of his leg was slung over his shoulder. If Dabi wasn't looking up to him, it will look like the guy was blowing him or something.

He was gripping the guy's black hair.

He wanted to ask if the photo was a little too intimate.

But Nemuri seemed to like it a lot. Even Dabi agreed that the photo should be included in the spread.

Izuku just let them do their job.

"Dabi!" A voice boomed all over the studio. And the next thing they knew was Dabi is being hugged by a woman who was kissing him on his lips

Izuku's jaw dropped at what he was seeing. And it looks like he wasn't the only one surprised. Eyes instantly went on him.

"When I heard you are today's stylist, I got so excited!" The lady pulled away, bouncing. "You wanna play after the shoot?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Izuku took a deep breath, he walked towards the changing room with Kendo following him in panic.

His fists were clenched tightly while he tried his best to relax. To not let everything go through his head.

His jaw went rigid.

"Izuku," Kendo worriedly called, holding his clothes.

"I'm fine, thank you, Kendo-san." Izuku turned to smile at her. The lady gave a tight nod. Izuku accepted his clothes but before he could say anything Dabi walked to him, pulling him inside the changing room.

The guy slammed the door closed making Izuku jump in his place.

Dabi turned to look at him, leaning against the door. "I am not sure if you will believe me but I will still say it, you're the only one I wanted to be with."

Izuku looked at him.

"That's the kind of shit, I was afraid you'll see. I played around so much that kind of shit happens. But i don't want you going around thinking that happens whenever I work." The guy raked his hair. Izuku didn't say anything. He knew Dabi just moved on his own considering —

— he didn't even bother putting clothes on first.

"Fuck." Dabi took a deep breath. "What I was trying to say is that... Shit."

"Dabi," Izuku smiled weakly. "It's okay. I understand."

"The hell it is." Dabi clicked his tongue in frustration. "It's not okay."

"Really, it's okay." Izuku said nodding. It was like he was convincing himself more. He had alway known about Dabi's past so he shouldn't surprised about it at all.

Dabi pushed himself away from the door, he cupped Izuku's face wiping his tears away.

Oh. Fuck. He's crying.

Why the hell was he crying. No, it's stupid to cry over something that he knew already. He can't cry about it. Why the hell should he cry.

He doesn't want to cry.

/We just want you to be careful./

"You can get mad you know. And it's okay to be jealous." Dabi whispered.

The older guy pulled him on a hug. "I'd actually like it if you get jealous." He whispered, kissing the side of his head.

"Please don't let people kiss you." Izuku whispered. Barely audible.

"Okay, I won't let anyone to kiss me."

"Don't let people that close."

"Okay."

"Don't scare me like this." Izuku hugged him tighter.

"Okay."

"You should probably dress. You might get cold."

Dabi chuckled. "I'm fine."

Izuku smiled at him. "I'll change clothes now."

"Do you wanna stay and wait for me 'till my work is done?"

"Is that okay?"

"Nemuri likes you. Everyone in the team likes you." Dabi laughed. "Just stay okay?"

Izuku nodded. "Now, get out, I will change clothes. And get dress."

"Fine, hurry up."

"Okay."

"By the way, wanna void that kiss?" Dabi smiled.

Chuckling, Izuku walked to him. Tip toeing, he landed a kiss on his lips. The guy pulled him up, kissing him more.

"I gotta go, they'll kill me." Dabi whispered, parting from him.

Izuku nodded. The older guy went out and he started changing clothes.

When he got out, he went straight to Himiko asking for a makeup remover wipes. The lady happily gave him. She was currently working on the model who hugged and kissed Dabi.

"Hi! I'm Kimiji Moe! Are you a new model?" She asked, smiling brightly. She looked so pretty.

Izuku shook his head, "No, I just substituted for one."

"Oh, wow, lucky you. It's so hard to get a spot in Vogue." She chuckled. "Thankfully they kept getting me."

The greenette nodded. "That's nice to hear. I'm sure you are an amazing model that's why they keep having you."

"Thank you."

"Himiko, thank you." Izuku turned to the lady while wiping his face with the wipes.

"Are you going home?" Himiko asked.

"Ah not yet, Dabi told me to just wait for him."

Moe turned to him. "You know Dabi? Are you friends? Wait, don't tell me your brothers."

Himiko laughed hard. "Moe-chan! I know you are stupid sometimes but not this stupid. Where did you get the idea that they're brothers? They don't even look the same!"

Moe scowled. "They could be adoptive or step brothers!"

"They're not brothers, Izu-chan is Dabi's boyfriend!"

"No way!" Moe exclaimed. "That's impossible. Dabi don't do relationships!" The lady laughed. Himiko scowled at her. "I mean, Izu-chan, right? If I were you don't get your hopes high because Dabi doesn't like commitments. A lot of people have tried already. You'll just get hurt."

"Thanks for the advise." Izuku smiled. "I'll try not to get hurt." He finished cleaning his face.

"That's the spirit! Anyway, Dabi plays around so you'll be fine as long as you don't take it serious." She paused. "Although, I didn't know Dabi also likes guys? Interesting."

"I guess life just surprises you sometimes." Izuku answered.

"Oh well," Moe shrugged. "You should hang out with us next time! I know a lot of clubs and people. Plus I can definitely hook you up to more guys!" She began telling him about the boys she knew.

Izuku was about to say something back when Dabi responded in his place. "I'd fucking appreciate it if you don't try to hook up my boyfriend to someone else."

Moe stared at Dabi in disbelief. "Wait..." Her voice was low. "You're really dating him?"

"Got problems with that?"

Moe let out an awkward laugh. "No way! You're joking!" She then giggled. "Dabi everyone knew you don't do relationships."

Izuku looked at Dabi worriedly.

"Well, it turns out I just haven't found the right person and now, I did. So yeah, I do relationships, Moe."

The lady began laughing. "No offense, Dabi but it's quite hard to believe. A lot of people tried to date you. You said no million times. I TRIED to date you for a whole year and now you are dating?"

Dabi didn't answer. Izuku reached for his hand, holding him.

"And you are dating him? What's with him that changed your mind? He doesn't even look memorable." Moe turned to Izuku. "No offense, Izu-chan but you're kind plain."

Izuku pressed his lips together. "It's fine."

Dabi grabbed the ladies collar. "Don't test my patience."

"Moe, we're here to work don't make it hard with the trash coming out of your mouth. I am in a relationship whether you believe it or not, I don't give a fuck. But say shit about and to Izuku again, I'll make sure you can't open your mouth again." Dabi let her go roughly.

The lady was in disbelief but she still stood up from her seat, facing Dabi. "You are not for relationship. You don't know how it works. You are not capable of loving anyone or someone."

Izuku stepped forward. "That's enough. Not because you didn't get what you wanted from him —

— you had the right to tell him that he doesn't know how to be in a relationship and let alone how to love. If you are able to say that kind of shit, you clearly don't know him enough. No wonder, you were never in a relationship."

Moe looked at Izuku, eyes narrowing.

"And a piece of advise, you'll be prettier if you shut your mouth up." The greenette added.

Himiko smiled proudly at Izuku before turning a glare on Moe. "Sit down so we can get this over, Moe."

Dabi pulled Izuku away, bringing him over the stylist area.

"Don't tell me Moe is bitching again?" Kendo said as they settled.

"What else?" Dabi answered. "Nemuri keeps getting her because sadly, she's good but her personality is rotten to the core."

"Sorry about her, she's spoiled." Kendo turned to Izuku.

"It's fine." He smiled.

Dabi walked to Nemuri, "Don't get me if you are getting Moe. This is the last time I am working with her."

"But you know how much she whines if you are not the stylist."

"That's not my problem anymore."

Himiko was able to finish her makeup in less than half an hour.

Kendo took over the styling while Dabi rested, checking and answering emails. Izuku was sitting with him. He was watching Moe and Dabi was right she was good, she immediately delivers whatever Nemuri was asking.

After watching sometime, he began to yawn.

Izuku leaned against Dabi who was still busy building a new styling deck for a new project and answering client inquiries. Closing his eyes, Izuku told himself he would just rest for a while but unknowingly fell asleep.

Once the shoot was done, Dabi woke him up —

— he then let him sleep in the car while him and his team pack everything up and load them back in his car.

The next time he woke up was Dabi telling him, they need to get up to the apartment.

"You did great today," he heard the guy told him before they sleep.

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[ tbc ]

Yes i am continuing this tomorrow and no one can stop me. I am pouring all my dbdk feels until i am empty.

See you!

Love,
Zuki http://ko-fi.com/damareizuki