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"Duck handsome, I gotcha ya six!" Walking through clouds of dust and smoke, taking out two villains behind the other hero. Raising from the ground an unrecognizable figure approaches his side, grin plaster over his face. Hero suit tattered and ripped, yet he stands without a scratch. A foreign hero his brother mention in passing, vaguely recalling his merging contract crossing his desk a few days prior.

Hands tightening his gear, metal clicks and snaps with each pull as he continued, "I've called for back up and all civilians have been clear out from this block down." At the ready to fight, eyeing the other hero.

"What's your call?" Somehow leaving Tenya speechless in his presence, the glint in his eye far beyond any heroic shine. Most would call crazed and unsettling, too wide, too eager for violence. In this situation however, a rumble of the earth below summoned an audience.

And the two heroes remain, fist clenched as they share a step foreword. "Follow my lead."

"Copy that!"

From the outside the two hero's looked to be working together flawlessly, with each hit, defensive counter, and block. The strangers worked in perfect sync, eventually capturing the villain.

Chatter of the newly heroes arrive at the scene attracted fans, cameras, and a crowd. Shuttered clicks and over-hyped exciting yells inhabited the street past caution tape, the other side busy with policemen and the hero in question.

Standing beside the truck as the villain in custody is dragged in, a policeman pulls him aside asking the usual questions. Flipping his notebook closed he gives a tight lipped smile. "You're a long way from home, H/N."

He smiles, bashful as his eyes falter below. Drifting along the sidewalk ahead, pinpointing his soon to be partner in heroism. "For now, seems like a decent place to settle, plus I hear opportunities are always developing around the corner."

"Indeed they will." The other finished off with, leaving the hero. Pushing himself forward, grabbing a water bottle as he passes the medics. Eyes over his target with curiosity, much like Tenya, he was giving little info on the hero. Other than his own research, that is.

"Ingenium, right?" The newly acquainted hero had offered water to him. Gracelessly taking the bottle with a nod, "I am, you must be H/N." He nods in reply.

"I hear we have quite the load of paperwork to return to after all this." Finding a pace beside Tenya, walking at a conversational pace.

"Correct, seems we're already compatible in combat. One less thing for me to worry over." The other hero observed Y/N nods eagerly. Mind running over their first combative collaboration.

"I promise I can pull my weight in paper work just as effectively." He adds, with a grin.

From behind a desk, to the streets of Japan, to hero events. Glass in hand, he always remained near to himself, naturally quiet. Crowds around him thinning and waves in throughout the passing hours. His expression never wavering, open, and approachable to everyone.

Y/N was always efficient and quick with his work. Even stopping villain groups from forming beneath their feet, "We should think about laying low underground, anymore moves and we'll intimidate the new villain group into no contact."

Finger running over blueprints, X's and circles marking over settlements and merchants spots. Nodding he agrees, heart restless with his determination. "We'll take it slow then."

Keeping tabs on the underground and checking changed with the other hero. Sometimes disappearing to his study or even the underground itself. He lead with confidence and understanding towards everyone he met, villain or otherwise. An attribute Tenya found to admire from him.

The magnetic pull to Y/N was endless and nothing could stop Tenya from capturing his attention. Watching his eyes soften towards the other as he closes the space between them, leaning an arm over the bar counter.

Drink swirling with a smile. Before he knew it, his walls were blown to shambles. Shell exterior gone thanks to Y/N's laughter. His own cheek in hand, grinning affectionately. The other hero mirroring his position, beaming.

Mouth flying over questions, some personal, other's over-hero-work. Taking in the other's own curiosity, nodding along. "You went to U.A.?"

"Yeah, I was in the general Ed for two years before I moved back to the states. I originally wanted to be an undercover rescue hero, more traveling to different countries and all that." Glancing within his glasses, eyes holding memories with soul filled blinks. Lively music swells around them as golden lights dimmed, the two bubbled within one another.

"That explains a lot, your motivation with helping others. How you find a way to take civilians out of harm's way first before another other plan. It's quite admirable."

Y/N perks up, irises deepening as his gaze flickers over his drink again. A panel of shy interior reflecting his flush expression. "I didn't even think about it like that," He chuckled then, a sound that grew roots in Tenya's chest. Binding him to the other, in promise to hear more.

Years passed like yearbook pages, snaps of memories developed and printed. Saved in the dark among the rest, safe from aged time, for now. "-Festival in two days, you still joining us?"

"I will, but I'll be arriving near the evening with Y/N." Conversation lost on him, impatiently as an opportunity revealed itself. He'd been in the process of finishing up daily chores, barely registering who was on the phone with the hero.

Walking down the hall, half a step from the living room as Denki's words filled the space through crackled. "Dude, it's the perfect time to ask him out!"

Pausing in place, a quick shuffle against the wall. 'Ask him out'? Brows turned with interest, he remains hidden.

"You know Y/N better then any of us, just take him out on a date you know he'll love!"

"I already have that all planned out, it's the…confessing part. I don't-I've never…" Voice conveying his conflict, peering from the corner he sees the other hero slumped over the couch. Face in hands as he breathes out in shaky huffs.

"It doesn't have to be a whole thing you know? Just start simple maybe a movie date!" The blonde encouraged back, Tenya still hunched over pre-defeat clouding his next move.

Just as hopeless as he thought, shaking his head he quietly steps deeper into the hallway. Smile never leaving his lips for the remainder of the time, all too giddy to answer for his good mood.

The night of the festival arriving in a blink. Ending a long day to an even longer night, gentle fire glow under smoked meat and charred vegetables. Straying from the group as he collected his favorite, weaving between the growing crowd.

From outside the car windows its luminous glow shined through. Sun setting behind a layered valley, illuminating in pops of fireworks as flashing colors guided his steps. Shifting through the crowd, care to not drop his food. Climbing up towards a hill, picnic blanks and chairs set up in spotted sections.

Wandering gaze eventually landing on a lone worried Tenya, parrelle to the main groups set up he sits impatiently, from here Y/N could spot each time he's attention flickered to his watch.

"It's about time you arrived!" Denki called out, send the hero a wink. Both Jiro and Mina quietly giggle as whispers follow. Quick to stand, Tenya's at the other's side in two steps, slightly hovering over him. "Y/N, I was beginning to worry."

"Just a lot of people down there, here." He offered a separate treat for the hero. Gauging the way he calmed, shoulders dropping as he nods. "Oh, thank you.." A small smile twitching over his face, finding his place beside the hero on the ground.

Both bathed in multi-colored lighting, gun-powdered scent intermixing within the evening air. An exhale of the world as a whole, relaxed in a state of celebration.

Beside him however, Tenya sat silently. His gaze falling over the soften blanket below. "Long day?" Y/N asked, "You seem, quiet." Chancing a glance over, catching his frozen. Stone and ridge in place.

Bumping his shoulder with Tenya's playfully watching the small smile grow over his lips once more. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" Y/N reassured, eyes attached to the fireworks. Reading the hero was easy, allowing him time to express it took patience. A breath or even a moment of pause.

Hearing a shaky exhale through his answer, "Ah, I-right. I just-" He twists the treat in his fingers, spinning the suspended food in attempts to find the right words. "I have a lot on my mind right now."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"Sort of."

"Must be someone really special." Ripping his gaze from the sky, he focuses on Tenya.

The hero nods, his own attention turning to Y/N, risking a glance. Eyes softening as breath catches under greens and pinks, hues of color flashing for a few seconds over the two. Frozen once again slow as he replies, flushed with the softest smile.

"You are…"

Were emotional borders really a bad thing to have? TV flashing with action scenes, colors of faded blue and darkened gray cast over in flashes.

Everyone else dead sleep, leaving you wide awake and irritated. Always ended up like this, the last one to know and the last one in.

That's when you found Villainy, not at all what you expected it to be. The running and almost getting killed every day wasn't the main problem, but not the community.

Not the forming trust and fond memories. Especially not the warmth of safety the man in charge pleasantly wrapped you up with.

A light at the end of a voided tunnel, late nights no longer inhabited alone.

Like now, a meeting with our next alliance within the underground. The League long since left to other priorities they sought out to finish, leaving just you and Tomura.

Taking notes on body language and initial points to their alliance. Fairly boring, and usual, but additional pawns on the League's side meant more to the leader than spoken words.

"He's full of shit." Tomura muttered out, the room empty aside from you two. You nod in agreement, scanning over the man's file and notes. 

The man spoke of unity and peace like a beach vacation, simple, and a planned effort to succeed in. "And a greedy pig with a paper trail of fraud." You added, pushing the tablet towards the leader. 

“Could use him as a decoy or maybe a pawn for that undercover mission you’ve been putting off.” You continued, sitting back in your chair. Watchful of the other, Tomura’s gaze still been pinned on you.

“Maybe, really need that mission done with.” You murmured, barely eyeing the tablet. Leaning forward, pushing away the dimming device. Gaze never leaving the leader, watchful of his expression.

Surrounding air and warmth of being with Tomura, even in a professional space. Molten scent thickening the room, sitting right beside him didn't make it better. "Handle this then get back to me after."

His heat near the alpha could taste him in the air. A couple hours, maybe even a day away. A singed taste of gunpowder and green tea.

Hands busying themselves with loss papers, collecting in a small pile as another potential alley walks in. Taking in five potential advocates briefly, setting aside their own personal folders before exiting the meeting room.

Sighing out, exasperated from analyzing each person. Distance smell of Tomura trails towards his room. Teeth aching through gums as you inhale deeply, a fresh mix of air and your lovers tinge.

As you expected, Tomura sought you out before sunset. A hand quick to pulling you along towards his room with rushed steps.

Face full of scent drowning your logical mind, body reacting in record time. Deep chuckles radiating through as happy yips escaped, colliding with Tomura's as they passed through their shared threshold.

Playful sparing between teeth and sharp finger nails, clothing spared only by the floor, sheets shoved off, and pillows long rolled off. Panting breaths and shiny skin left in the wake of passion.

Glued to one another limbless and pleasantly falling through their shared afterglow. Your lips placing long soft kisses on Tomura's temple, indulging his inner alpha for once. Nose nuzzling white hair, "It's only natural for an omega of your stancher to need companionship.." You commented under soft pants.

The leader tugs your hair, head following the pull towards him. Red eyes piercing with soft affection, a glint of sharpening annoyance splitting his gaze. Cheek pressed to your chest, a small squish of his face scrunched up on one side. "I don't need companionship." He mutters back.

"Liar, your actions reveal your true intentions."

Frail thin fingers tugged again, eyes closing as your head fell back against your pillow. The omega rising to his elbows, slightly hovering over you. "You're suggesting our situation has evolved?"

Head lifting off the pillow behind you with a large grin, "Considering my promotion is to be your pet, yes."

"And yet you remain beside me still, you need this as much as I do."

You giggle, tongue licking over Tomura's cheek, mouthing over the omega's jaw. Reverberating purrs and waves of pleasant scent waft off the other, contrasting his words as you replied.

"Reveal this and you're dead."

"Such big talk from a small alpha."

Y/N initially expected to go home alone that night, maybe some heavy teasing and fooling around with the hero. But the moment Mirio's lips collided with his own, his plans changed instantly.

An endless growing hunger unstoppable, falling in step with the blonde was the only answer to the villain; mind, body, and soul. And who was he to deny the hero with desperate whispers and sweet nothings for the night.

Waking up beside him even now, a distant wish he'd closed his eyes and repeat to the stars in hope to dream about. Not like this, with the blonde physically attached and drooling on his chest.

Bare bodies overlapping, arms wrapped in an unbreakable embrace, feathered breaths brushed his sternum with each exhale. His own muscles sore with late-shared activity, embedded teeth marks, and rough kisses throb with his steady heart beat, seeing Mirio's matching marks as pride swelled within him.

His hands find their way through soften blonde's strands, raising a sleepy sound from the hero. A morning he hadn't even considered right in his arms, a perfect place he'd fight the gain for the rest of his life.

A slight pull of the hero's lips and slow reveal of dark blues stared up at him, heart skipping as his own smile grows. He blinks again, leaning toward the villain's hand. Rumbling out a guttural hum. "Heya handsome.."

They lay admiring each other, a quiet vulnerability newly sliced opened. Untouched and raw as the sun blesses them, golden glow shining over miles of pressed skin. Fingers chasing after ghosted memories, caressing and holding. Exhaling deep as he feels the hero shift at his side.

"Wish I didn't have to hide you." Mirio stated. He nods, agreeing. A smug expression growing over his face.

"Thinking of saving me from my evil boss?"

The slight opening of his eyes barely caught the moment the blonde began leaning up. Capturing the villain in a gentle kiss, lazy, and fumbling they breathless pull away.

"You yourself are evil…" He whispers against Y/N, hummed chuckles vibrating through his chest. "…and a handful."

"Not willing to save me hero, how cruel." Hands running over Mirio's sides as he nose bumps the other.

The blonde kisses him again, rumblings of chuckles echoed between their lips. Mouths finding rhythm with ease, exploration long experimented. Mirio climbs his way on top of the other, laying himself over the villain entirely. Legs twisting and arms staying tight as their mouths continued. Only pulling away to continue talking.

"Only if you promise not to get caught up in any villainy after this."

His whines drowned by sets of lingering deep kisses. His teeth latching on the blonde's lower plush lip in protest. Hearing a painful gasp from him in return. "That's unfair and you know it..."

"No villainy in the public eye then."

Y/N rolls his eyes, teeth biting his lip to conceal his own smile. Hands roaming over the blond's hips and thighs. "I don't know, hero. That's asking a lot from me."

"I'm not asking." Heart swooning at the blondes blunt words, he's slow to meet Mirio's lips this time, setting a gentle pace. Acceptance gradual in nature as was breathing.

Capturing one last kiss before getting up, sifted through thrown clothing. Hands grabbing a shirt and what he thought was his boxers. Shrugging them on with tired limbs, feeling the other's dark blues on him as he moves.

Brain mulling over plans of leaving the villain group, remaining within the underground will work in his favor. Growing allies and friends alike against his boss will be easy enough.

Getting out however, "If I'm gonna do this, might be a better idea if I lay low in the underground for awhile." Y/N states pulling an oversized shirt over his shoulders. Arms pushing through as his gaze lands back on the blonde.

"Should be settled in by mid next week, maybe in a few days if I'm lucky. Might even take you out somewhere nice for celebration."

Sitting up, his sheets pooling at his waist. Leaning his weight against one arm, head shaking. "I'm not having you doing this alone." Sad puppy eyes bored back at him under lashes, a silent the villain sigh with a small smile.

Crawling over the mattress, Y/N reaches out, caressing Mirio's face. Taking in the man within the golden glow of sun beams. Picture perfect lover, "He plans on targeting you by using me. The best course of action is for me to lay low and keep you safe.."

Blue gaze closing as he nuzzles against the villains touch. Shifting closer, cradling the villain. "Sealing my job now?" Mirio jokes, his smile falling, shoulders dropping with his breath. "You're staying right here at my side. No hiding or running away."

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Maybe leaving in the night wasn't the best move, to Y/N it needed to be done. He needed to leave his boss and group of his relationship was to continue with the hero.

Pulling over his coat, he glances back. Heavily asleep with snores exhaling, peaceful asleep laid Mirio. Cheek squished to his pillow, arms wrapped in and out of blankets as they held the pillow tight.

This was all for him, in his mind this was the only way. He closes the door with a soft click, leaving the hero to his deep slumber.

"Was that so hard?" Y/N's boss exclaimed, still sat behind his desk. Nursing a fresh glass of liquor.

"For a hero party, the drinks could've been stronger." He replied, arms crossing as he steps closer. Setting aside a small collection of gathered information, locations, upcoming events, and hero gathers.

"About my vacation, I'm not coming back after this. It's not you it's me.." His steps setting out as he returns to the door, only to be stopped by his bosses guards. Squinting he casts the other man a glance.

"And you're correct, it is you." He nods his men over, hands and rope occupied his space. Rough hands pulling and pushing him in place, tying him down to a chair in the middle of the room.

A spotlight illuminated him from above, too bright the see beyond the cone of light he bathed in. Hardened steps circles his left, head tilts to the sound with a glare.

"You should've listened to me, Y/N. I see that habit never got ironed out, should've never let you fool around the League. Their delinquency has rubbed off on you."

A man came up behind him, holding him in place. Hand forcing him to look forward, fighting back against the strained armed holding him. "Your little outburst had concerned me, I needed to know what was so important that you disobeyed me twice. More so who then what I see."

"He has nothing to do with this!" Y/N spat out, quick without a single thought.

"That hero has changed you!" He accused, anger flowing from his mouth. "You've become completely almost completely useless to me." Grounding steps approached, his bosses hand gripping his chin. Forcing him to foreword, casting uncontrollable chills throughout Y/N.

One after the other, knuckles meeting his face. Chair long broken, he lays motionless. Air a foreigner to his lungs, each intake more painful than the last. Vision blurry and red from his own blood, brain fuzzy as he tries to move. A hard weight then lays over his spine, squishing out the last of his air.

"Bring him with us, It's about time I meet this number one hero personally." World spinning and fogging over, faraway feeling of his body being moved. Pulled to stand, he's dragged by two men. Legs weak to his body weight, steps nonresistant.

Woozy as blood rushes to his head, Y/N found his world sideways for a moment. The surface below his hard and cold, ever-growing pile of blood and spite draining from his lips. Muttered voices clashing with his aching mind, bouncing like glass shards. Eyes tightly closed, willing away the pounding headache plaguing him.

A helpless groan escaping him as pressure increases. The man standing above him, proud of his work grins as the hero approaches.

Hands presenting the unconscious villain below, like a dog showing off it's fresh kill to be shared. An unwilling comprise of two parties, lying too still.

Blue gaze immediately glued to Y/N, drifting over him. Blocking out the villain as he carefully watches his lover's slow breathes decrease. Plan fresh out the window as a silent fight broke out, cracks of bone and painful whines leave in the hero's wake. Quick, to clean the group to heaps of heaving masses. Dead or alive, it didn't matter to Mirio in that moment.

Steps quickening until he falls to his knees over Y/N, hands drifting over him gently. Holding his bruised and bloody face with careful hands. Trembling with each additional turn until he felt his pulse, stagnant but still beating. With gentle ease he shifts the unconscious villain to his back.

The villain clings to whatever warmth regained him. Helpless to blurry vision and obscured colors, passing of time too fast for his brain to register.

Laid out, weighted body feeling limbless. He refused to move, the aches in his bones only warning of persistent pain. Spikes through each vein and brain still lagging with heavy fog. His eyes cracked open, peering through lashes.

Gauze a second skin, spun over him in a tight cocoon. Feeling every pull and turn of his body as a cooling sensation followed. Welcoming a numbing mass and exhaustion through him.

Obscure golden filled his vision, clarity sharpened with blinks. Familiar tinge of homely furniture and cooking filled his nose, he smiled as he recognized the small estate.

Much like the couple's restaurant their separate home was built with passion. From the discolored walls to the handmade blanket covering the sheets.

Head drifting to his side to see Mirio, laid beside him. More so off the bed rather than next to him, his own blanket falling off his shoulder.

Face struck with heavy worry, pressed to his shoulder. A deep pout drawn over his brows and nose with a slight scrunch. His own body wrapped mirrored in gauze, arm embracing and keeping him in place. Perfectly bound in layers, breathing, and alive.

Y/N attempts to pull the fallen blanket over Mirio, instead his weaken muscles only allow his arm coast foreword. His hand met with the heroes grasp over his knuckles and palm, pausing in place with a soft squeeze. "Careful, you might open your stitches.." Mirio whispered.

Reaches out anyway, hand resting over the blonde's cheek, catching the smallest twitch of relaxation from the hero. Flutter eyelids open up to him lazily, "You plan on watch me?"

"Doesn't look like I can trust you on your own." He hears a shuttered breath, half-laugh half exhale formed over a revealed expression.

"Pizza sounds good, I’m cool with that." He says, pulling in the parking lot the rumbling of his car turning silent with one click to the right. Casting a glance towards Mike in the passenger seat, "If you order those cheesy bread sticks, I'll stop teasing you for the night."

The other lightly shrugs with a coy smile, eyes cascading over the man's blush. "I’ll think about it." He huffs through a smile, leaning over the center console to capture his lips in a quick kiss before exiting.

Staying in the driver seat a moment longer, exhaling deeply as he watches Mike walk through the door. Following not long after, bag in hand with an ever-growing smile. Placing the bags on the dining table once inside, one bag in particular was still around his wrist, catching the other's glances towards him from the living room.

"What's in the bag?"

Hiding the bag behind his back, his gaze warm as he replies. "Just a little something for later." Closing the remaining space, gently kissing his lover's nose. Adding in with a softer tone, "I'm sure you'll love it."

"Hmm, what if I don't wanna wait?" Mike pushes, hand grasping at the other's shirt hem. "You're gonna have to. You are the one ordering the pizza, remember?" 

He pouts, gaze flickering away. "Pouting over all that, huh?" He teases, hand running through his curls. Quick to catch the small shift of weight leaning towards himself.

"Not pouting..."

"Of course not."

Pizza both arrived and eaten, endless tired eyes blink slow as Mike pulls him to bed. He breathed out heavily, head hanging low and shaking it back and forth as he's pulled down to a mattress he swears is made of clouds and cotton candy.

"Hm-wait, still have that present to give you. It's your favorite too, I promise!" Mutters over Mikes lips, unable to pull away from the man's grip. Arms heavy and tight around his torso, his scent alone alluring the other to an impossible proximity. His own hands clenching around twisted fabric and soft hair. 

"Present can wait...I want you and sleep like right now." Mike mutters out.

"You will get your cuddles and sleep after," He groans escaping from Mikes grip. Loud plastic cracked closer as he hands over the bag.

Reveling a replica of the Pachycephalosaurus, one similar to the museum attraction they'd visited only hours ago. Same patches of colors, only furrier and softer. "How'd you know it's my favorite?" He questioned, caressing the small pushie.

Shrugging bashfully, his hands moving to rest on your waist. Pulling you close to him. "You looked so happy when you were interacting with the one in the dinosaur exhibit. I thought you might like having one at home."

"Well, yeah...and with you here...it's nice," A smile pulling at his lips as low giggle erupts from his chest.

"Oh, I almost forgot your own present too." Mike crawls off the bed, returning with a similar gift bag. Arms outstretched to the other.

Widening the opening he feels the soft pushie body of a triceratops. He giggles, "Is this your way of tell me how hardheaded I am?"

"If I say yes will you still love me?"

"I'm fine, there's no need to worry about me."

A phrase that had become expired gum in his teeth, stringy and clumped together. His comforting fall back behind warm cheeks and a racing heart.

He was fine, until his long time crush on Tenya Iida grew over his control. Losing sleep was the first step he'd noticed, a few hours he'd waved off. But when he'd started seeing the sun through his blinds for the pass two weeks he'd noted to sleep earlier that night.

And the worst having is crush corner him in concern. Walking along side him after school, houses not too far apart from the other. "Have you been doing alright? I've noticed some changes in your behavior." A slight pause, almost apprehensive as he adjusted his glasses. Gaze magnetizing toward the other.

Brain void of thoughts, words scattered even as he replied. "Oh, just trouble sleeping. No sleep just makes me all…spacey." Hand fiddling with his bag, his own eyes elsewhere. Occasionally flickering back to the hero, eye contact was a dangerous spot. One second too long, a blink of want and he'd know. He had too right?

"I see, so that's why you've been sleeping on your desk before class."

Having an excuse to talk to only him, no distractions. He face warmed over with that thought, a hand raising to chase away his blooming emotion. "Y-yeah.." He replies, his mind racing over that actual reason of seeing him in the morning.

Heart racing over the known reason, he's worried over him. But not in the way he worries over the other. Not in the way he wants him to, how could he, he doesn't even like him like that. Would he even see a chance of being in a relationship with him? Would he's family approve of him?

Would he even be worth the trouble at all…

Chest tightening as he breaths through a tightened jaw, "I'm sorry if I've been worrying you." Refusing to face him, gaze at his feet in blame and guilt.

Too busy within his self-doubt to witness the other's heart exposure, a stiff hand extending shaky fingers. Worry-ridden eyes lingering only to blink away with the shine of his glasses, "There is no need for your apology, perhaps a change in sleep schedule would help?"

He nods, the remains of a smile playing at the edge of his lips. "Yeah, I'll try that.."

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He needed to focus on something else, distract himself from his stupid heart. Maybe even forget he has a crush all together!

If only it was that easy, a week ago he'd ran into four civilians during a fight, destroyed a building when dodging a hit, and the villain in question got away from him two days after. It was non-stop, completely hit a wall.

Emotionally he was a mess distracted and isolating himself entirely, from school to work. Over and over again, hoping change would spark.

Now, he sat on the entrance steps to the hero agency, dead staring the street a few feet away. Air waves from cars passing washed over him, a choking quiet holding the open space.

The pass few months of hero work slowed, he'd noticed the busy work piling up as opposed to the normal day patrol and villain fighting. File organizing, paperwork, and assistance for the second hero himself.

"Keep up the good work, you'll be out of the coup in no time!" The hero left with a thumbs up and a stylized wink, leaving the younger holding the fifteenth box to open and organize.

Even with all the busy work he still found a way to fuck up. Important papers missing, files mixed up, and coffee spills multiplying. There was only so many times he could utter the word 'sorry' before it started to sound like an excuse.

All that and his brain still returned to Tenya, imagination twisting the other to disappointment. Flashed fake visions passed through with rapid shapes. Taunting him at every possible scenario.

A beginning of a spiral he had enabled, lungs restricted by surrounding muscle and bone. He eases his inhales slow, steadying his heart beat.

"You okay, kid?" A voice, Hawks questioned. His mentor that had recently given him leeway to his heroism. Even with his frequent mess ups and mistakes, he offered Y/N space to grow.

More so an eye on him then holding his hand, something he planned to personally thank him on. Shaking his head as he hid his face, refusing to meet the other with glossy-stained eyes.

A shuffle of wings creep-ed closer ruffled clothing beside him. Assuming the hero is now sat next to him. He hums out after a long pause, "Boys or homework?"

The hero's words took a second to process, no judgment or pressure lining his tone. A genuine question, almost startling the younger hero. "…boys."

"It's ruining everything, I'M ruining everything…" He sniffles, frustration coating his words.

Hands rubbing away at his face, "No matter what I do it's always wrong. And-and this stupid crush is just the icing on the cake."

"Does he know?"

Another head shake, pouting as he replies. "No, I don't even think he likes me like that. He's too nice and sweet and understanding to everyone and I'm just…me." His voice shakes out to a whisper, shoulders shrugged at his last word.

The top hero chuckles, "I find it hard to believe he won't want to get to know you."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better…" He mutters out weakly, hands rubbing over his arms.

"If it's who I think it is, he'll be more then happy about your confession."

Hope bubbling up with his words, awaiting the blonde answer. Perking up, turning towards Hawks.

A soft push thrust-ed him to his wobbly feet. "Come on kid, go get 'em!"

“Didn't you get concert tickets recently?” Kirishima asked, poking his cheek repeatedly. Eyes sharpening towards the redhead.

He releases a heavy huff, “Yeah, nabbed two pit tickets for my now ex and I.” He answers, wanting the conversation to end then and now. He didn't need an other reminder of his ex al over again.

He stops hand raising in surrender as he pulls away. seating himself on the edge of the couch. “You’re still-“

“Of course I’m still going, you really think I’d mope around while my favorite band is in town?” He cut off, half snapping and venting in a low tone. Fingers rubbing the ridge of his nose, eyes rolling closed.

“I mean…they kinda broke your heart into a thousand pieces. Your words remember?”

“So you're worried about me going alone then.” He states, veering his anger elsewhere. The other man didn't deserve to be bitched out over something so small.

“Yeah man, I am.”

He watches Kirishima for a few seconds, reaching his gaze. He nods solemnly, “Okay fine, who do you suggest I take then?”

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Ending up in the car with Tokoyami was not on his bucket list. Now in the parking lot and applying eyeliner along side the bird man. Hands steady with each swipe and smudge.

“How were you able to get pit tickets so fast?”

“I know someone who’s working backstage, get me a heads up on discount tickets.” He answered.

“I am impressed.”

A chuckles escapes him, nodding and he closes his eyeliner. "What I'm impressed with is the fact that we've never talked about any music before Kirishima said anything." Placing the make up in a smaller bag he throws it in the backseat. Open the driver door and getting out.

"Not many people enjoy it now days." Tokoyami states beside him, stepping in sync.

"Or you don't have many metal friends."

The silence that followed the bird made him pause, head turning to him with a curious look. The other only stares ahead, beak locked and gaze holding the line of people.

Smiling he replies back with a firm, "Well, now you have one."

The sea of fifty maybe even seventy people swelled around them, the two press forward. Swimming through bodies, shoulders check one after the other before getting to the barrier.

"All good?"

"All good.."

Few sets of the opener setting the vibe only increasing their excitement. The occasional glance towards the other, checking in with silent expressions.

And finally beat pulsing through their bodies with each song, the band came out in full swing. Pacing back and forth over the stage. Breathy lyrics yelled and growled through the mic, passion over flowing in every word.

Heavenly chords and vocals ringing through the speakers, every lyric shouted and sung back happily. A highlight of the year the two had agreed on, riding a high as they walked back to the car. "We should totally do this again, next time you choose the band and I'll grab the tickets."

"Until then.."

Hero banquets, grand parties of celebration and heroic acts. Something his boss was planning on sending Y/N out to infuriated, quietly. "Find a way in, spectate and report back." Chair turned to the villain, his tone alone leaving no breath of hesitation or refusal.

"Understood." Y/N simply replied back, excusing himself out. Crowded city life enveloping his hearing and sight, blurring coats in gray, black, and navy passing in a hurry. Chatter over coffee and breakfast colliding with car brakes, what most would call a Monday morning.

Of course with natural everyday life continuing on he was bound to meet run into the blonde hero. "Patrol going well?" Y/N cut through, arms crossing as he bites a forming smile.

"Not a lot of villain activity recently. It's been a nice break from the main city. Why do I have a feeling you're to blame for that?" And the hero was half right, moving crime to another part of a neighboring city was routine for the villain. More recently his movements have been reeling further away from main cities, but he didn't need to know that.

Smiling as he replies, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Why don't I believe you?" Stalking steps find their way to him. Cutting through chaos, caution tape splitting them apart.

The hero finds his way to him, pulling him away from the main street. Warmth passing between the two in short breaths and vibrating body warmth.

"Hero intuition?" He whispers, head tilting playfully.

Mirio hold his gaze, shaking his head. The blonde then pauses focus flickering as his other hand lift to his ear. Coms, Y/N tries to hide his disappointment. He really was a busy man at the end of the day.

"Trouble in the city?" He mumbles out.

"Nothing I can't handle." The hero steps backwards as he answers. Eyes lingering over the villain in a way that made his heart flip. Blue eyes shining as he adds. "Still meeting at the same place tonight?"

Finding steady ground almost impossible. Y/N nods, "I better see you there or I will kidnap you."

"I love when you plan our next dates!" One wink and he was gone, taking the villains racing heart right along with him.

Clouds continued pressing forward as the sun dips, stars returning to their patterned places. And he waited, one minute turned to five, then 20, then 2 hours.

His phone empty of new texts from the blonde, no 'sorry I'll be late' or 'overtime again'. Worry overriding his mind and chest, thumb soon scrolling through hero forms and news pages.

Updates on the hero show nothing out of the ordinary, he taps over his planted tracker. A dot pulsates within the house; alive and safe.

Pocketing his phone as he makes his way towards the hero, mind on edge even with viable evidence. Once Y/N enters he sees what was really keeping the hero.

Completely passed out on his couch, half-dressed in civilian clothes body hanging off limp. Snores calling to the villain, shaking his head.

Walking over he moves Mirio upright, body falling against Y/N's. Magnetic even when unconscious, carefully moving the hero to his bedroom.

His sleeping form clinging to the villain, face pressed to his chest as arms remained tight. Placing him on the mattress, Mirio' hands still tight with fist fulls of his shirt.

Pulling him down, soft snores choked as his eyes cracked open. A warm smile blinking slow, arms reaching for a long stretch.

"Hey baby…" He whispers, sleepy tone lining his vocal cords. Hands finding their way around him, cheek nuzzling his pillow. Mirio's lips soon turned to a frown, eyes widening as he released a shuddered breath. Hands moving over his face, words muffled.

"…ahhh, our date."

Lips still held his soft smile, shaking his head. Shifting to his side, laying next to Mirio. The blonde groans, low and grumbling with a soft whine. "It's fine, don't worry about it," He waves off.

Breathy tone covered in exhaustion, "No, I had this whole plan and-and dinner." Hands falling before reaching for Y/N's, gently holding them. Fingers intertwining with a shaky squeeze. "I'm sorry."

His blue gaze focused over their hands. Y/N rubs his thumbs over Mirio's knuckles, gently squeezing back. "Get some sleep for me." The blonde's eyes flickered up towards his own, unblinking. Lips parting to speak, but the villain spoke before he could.

"I'll stay for the night." He adds. Feeling the hero melt back down, pull the villain closer. Pulling the sheets over the two, feeling Mirio cuddle up to him. Arms surrounding his waist as his cheek pressed to his chest.

Head slightly tilted up to Y/N. "I'll make it up to you, promise." He mutters in a low whisper, sounding more like a secret.

"I know you will." Words spoken against the hero's forehead. Body thrumming in a comfortable hum. He hums softly, blue eyes fluttering closed as he adds.

"…hey, be my plus one to the hero banquet."

Y/N exhales, eyes closing. An evening full of empty conversations and watered down out champagne never sounded more uninteresting.

"That boring thing?"

"Won't be boring when you're with me…" Mirio's voice tails off, breathes lowering as he falls asleep. Leaving Y/N with his thoughts and an overflowing heart.

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"I gotta ask, how long have you fantasied about me wearing a suit?"

Echoing his muted steps, meeting Mirio in his living room. The day rolled around too quick for the villains comfort. Tightening his tie, soothing a hand over the front of his tailored fabric.

Another experience he wasn't sure how he landed, fine fabrics completely out of his price range now painted over his very body. And shoes he'd kept in the back of his closet for times like this.

The blond stood frozen, eyes flickering over the other. Speechless, his own velvet suit contrasting the villains, form fitted and complimenting his glow. Contrasting colors as they were enemies, similar yet a shade off. One shadowed while the other reflected a lighter tone.

A breath of pause holds between the two. "More than I should have."

Trepidation flowing through him as Y/N moves closer, uncurling the blonde's collar. Fingers running over soft fabric with a smile, soothing over the hero's outer coat. Hear his shuttered breather as he gently tightened his tie with a slow tug.

Passing a teasing whisper. "Like wise, handsome."

Hands running over silk threaded velvet, gentle press of his palm over the hero's waist. His eyes trailing in wake of his touch, flashing back as he adds.

"Come on, don't want the number one hero to be late now, do we?"

Leather bound and heated seats, waves of wind blowing through his hair. Environment of traffic lights and growing crowds lining the way, a long rope leading straight towards the main event.

As grand as the entry was, flashing cameras, interviewers, and fans. Mirio made it look too easy, his charm smile alone doing most his the work. Casual conversation, hero collaboration, networking, and all. The night continued to drag as he thought, bumping into light conversation. Gaining what he needed alongside the blonde, new names, bases, and movements of groups. Everything his boss will be pleased with.

However, the blonde had done something new, something the villain would have never even considered. Falling in step, bodies pressed close and it happens again. A simple title, what Y/N would call an unreachable hope. Cheek presses to Mirio's shoulder, he smiles as his tone remains low for only the blonde to hear.

"Do you plan on telling everyone we meet?" Feeling a soothing palm run along his back, deep blues catching his gaze with a look he never thought he'd revived from anyone.

Irises expanded wide as small rings of dark sapphire, admiration swirled with habitual want. A subtle exhale and blink glossed over his stare. "Aren't we already together?" Mirio teases, playfulness dancing on his tongue.

"I would've enjoyed that conversation of becoming your husband." Y/N replied back, eyes falling towards the drink area. Head lifting as he brings up his left hand, waving it back and forth.

"I don't even have a ring on and yet you've managed to make it believable to every person we've met." Meeting the heroes eyes once again, Mirio's own hand gasping his left in a tender hold.

Another pause cutting through, tension pulled tight. Crowds passing them faded to hush whispers, with a chaste kiss to his temple.

"It's not hard to fake real feelings…" He's quick to rush over his words, derailing Y/N's thoughts completely. He begins pulling the villain towards the floor. "Dance with me?"

"What?" Hands ghosting his waist. Fingers eagerly tracing the villain's vests hem. "I want to dance with you, unless you don't know how?" Mirio teases, his proximity decreasing with each step back. Leaving the villain to follow in his stead, body refusing to be without his touch.

"I didn't say-" He cuts himself off, biting his low lip. Catching himself in the blond's trap before he could escape. "Very cunning." He adds.

"My charm you love so much, right? So are going to dance with me or do I have to find someone else for the night?" An empty threat, smug expression, and all. Even that didn't stomp out his jealousy over an imaginary replacement.

Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes, grabbing Mirio's hand. "Quite the rude statement from my loving husband.." Attempting to ignore the victorious chuckle behind him, a slow clash his the bulky blond pressing behind him eagerly.

Body rearranging themselves to face each other, hands smoothing over-familiar areas as arms tighten to a loose cradle. Chests pressed pleasantly, hearts echoing for one another as they sway in sync.

Their eyes remaining connected through every move, barely a breath away.

"Happy now?" Y/N whispered out, fingers circling over the blondes wait. Fitted as it was sewed to perfection, his hands gravitating to the spot at every chance.

Mirio nods slow, bumping their forehead with his reply. "More than you'd ever know."

Swaying together felt right in that moment, the swell of live music leading the crowd. Leaving the two lovers on their own island, stepping to the beat of shared hearts and low whispers.

Reality shoved to the farthest corner as a bubble of present encircled the two. Lightning of camera flashes re-awoke the villain, his bosses voice recounting in his mind. His expression faltering for a moment too long, reveling his hidden worry.

And of course, the hero saw it. "Hey you-"

Hiding what he can into Mirio's neck as frequent flashes and clicks continued. Bringing more than a chuckle from the man, feeling him shifting to block the cameras view with ease. Quick to revert the distraction to something simple and believable. "Huh, camera shy? That's a new one from you."

The villain's lips cracked a small smile, "How else do I keep up with you?" Casing his eyes towards the hero, the blonde meeting him halfway. Temple returning to his own, small huffs of hesitant breaths wafting over their mouth's.

Promising and wanting, eyes fluttering in holding back. In wait for permission from the other. "Live with me. And I don't mean occasionally coming over and crashing on my couch or running into me during patrol." His gaze flickered towards Y/N's lips. "Be here, with me…"

Y/N, frozen like a deer in headlights only nods as his own gaze drops to the hero's lips. Line breaking without words, without hesitation they both lean in.

Lips pressed with coated desperation, moving with synchronized need. Wordless confessions and opened boundaries anew. The hero's slow pulling away, savoring his taste. The villain follows, lips aching for more.

"I want there to be an 'us', don't you Y/N?"

His quirk manifestation casting him away to his apartment during days and working nights. Their reoccurring habit of overnight patrol clashing with the other, like now.

Finding himself beside the moon hero, legs mirroring as they swung back and forth. Both pairs of eyes steady on the glowing dim orb, full moon casting over them in blessing care.

Shared quiet a comfort, times like this remind to the two just how important it truly was to rest even for a moment.

"How's the sun been recently?" The moon hero asked, his tone soft. Not quite breaking the peace, but allowing it to intake a breath of pause.

"I'm not the one to be asked such a question."

"That's not true, you usually have an answer I like." He replied, longing lingers through his voice. Reaching for a grasp of the impossible killer heat that was the sun, something so ordinary to civilians and heroes alike.

"It's gotten warmer, feels like a fluffy blanket pulled right out of the drier and wrapped around you."

He watches the other's hands rub over his arms, the slight satisfaction of artificial heat remedying his longing. A soften smile and closed eyes conveying his imagination of the unattainable.

"Were you able to catch the sunset today?" Shaking his head, maneuvering his face towards Tokoyami. Small symbols and scars emit a low gray shine, his body a prism of the moon's light itself. Smile just as radiant as it first appeared, true and unapologetic.

"Sunlight was completely covering my street and window, had that one big tree taken down a few days ago. No more sunset watching for me."

Tokoyami rummages through his pockets, his phone in hand. A few finger taps later then the screen is pointed to him.

An orb of bright amber burns over the horizon, burst of colors stretched over the darkening navy sky. Peachy oranges, umber purples, and puffed clouds. Mixed and place as if an artist hand painted it.

He leans in, smile widening with bubbled chuckles. Taking in the details with careful eyes. "Ah, you're so lucky to see this everyday." He sighs, wishing to trace over the sky with his fingers, to be the artist that created something so mystifyingly beautiful.

It wasn't an obvious question for Tokoyami to ask, a bit embarrassing on his part for not offering sooner. Pocketing his phone, not trusting his eyes to hold connect as he spoke. "Shall I start sending them to you regularly?"

"I think I'd really like that."

"I'm serious about before, you should consider leaving soon." Sitting on his couch, Mirio's head resting on his lap as his fingers ran through the other's hair. Product gone as his soft strands relaxed, falling on his shoulders. Y/N's movements repeated over the hero's head, awaiting his response.

Mirio's hand resting on Y/N's lap, thumb rubbing over his knee in slow circles. "I know.." He whispers, almost afraid to say the words out loud. His cheek pressing harder against the other's leg. "When can I see you again?"

Chest tightening in hopeful bliss, Y/N inhale slow. Heart beating wildly and his mind rushes, fingers drifting over shorter strands near his ear. "I'm…not sure. Never really done something like this before."

Giggles followed Y/N's response. Body below turning on his side, facing him. Cheek moving to his lower stomach, feeling warmth traces of fingers soothing over his hip. Mirio smiles, heart filled and glowing. His expression a perfect image of compassion, a longing to remain. "You trust me?"

Y/N's hand falls over his cheek, his thumb brushing over his cheek. Mirio rubs his cheek against his palm, turning to press a lingering kiss. Heart fluttering in his chest, his head unconsciously nodding before he answers. "I shouldn't..."

"But you can't help it either," Mirio teases, gently moving Y/N's hand over his chest. Pleasant beat pulsing through the blondes short, strong quick bursts. His hand squeezes with his words, "You're just as much of a sap as I am."

An overwhelming warmth took over his heart and skin, his muscle going ridged. Practically feeling his own flushed with embarrassment, caught by his thoughts and secret actions. "That's not—you…you're insufferable."

Forcing his eyes to the floor, soft pout pulling his lower lip as his teeth chew in anxious comfort. Breathy laughter flows from Mirio, feeling the man moves off his lap. Chin resting in his palm as his eyes closed for a moment. Ignoring the fabric wrestling beside him, the return of weighted heat caught him off guard.

Taken out of his refusal to glance away, the blonde comfortably finds his place on Y/N's lap. Bulking thighs straddling his own. Hands gliding up his chest, fingers trailing the neckline of his shirt before his arm encase his shoulders. Y/N melts, giving in to the hero on instinct. Eyes flickering to him helplessly.

"Still haven't answered my question yet."

Pride oozes from the hero, victorious. Smile now smug and inches away, his soft lamp light falling over his face. Muting over his added heroic glow he always emitted, but now he shined only for him. Proximity alone reeling any important thoughts, thinking nonexistent with the hero on top of him.

His own hands finding their place over the hero's hips, "How often we talking?" Bubbles forming in his throat, nervous and excitement mixed. "Every chance I get."

He shakes his head, giddy with his own passive smile. "Impatient."

"I want you with me all the time." His face falling to rest on his shoulder, soften pout replacing his smile. Sulking as his arms hug around him.

"You barely know me." Y/N barges, his lips moving on their own accord, deflective.

The blonde's fingers curl over his cheek, meeting Y/N's jaw. Ghosting over his chin, thumb brushing Y/N's lower lip for a moment too long. Trailing as he whispers, "And that didn't stop me from falling for you and you falling for me."

Lungs empty and heart mid race, the villain replies weakly. "Pushing it, hero."

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"Never knew this place was here," The two tucked in the back of a small restaurant, older, and secluded. Colors washed out and tables rusted over with covered duck tape.

Paint chipping and drinking cups cloudy told its age-old story of serves work throughout the years. A full table of food and drinks covering the wood between them. Spices and sweets couldn't take the villain's eyes off the man before him.

His civilian clothes practically clinging to him. A plain button up barely holding his frame and his usual thousand-watt smile made it impossible to look away. It didn't help how touchy he'd been during their date either, it felt more teasing than rewarding.

Even now as they ate, hands busy but their knees and feet tangled comfortably beneath the table. "Nice right? Been here for almost 20 years." Y/N adds, fork twisting over his half-empty plate.

Brighten up, the hero questions back, "How'd you find out about this place?"

Nostalgia pulled at Y/N's lips, back of his hand covering his mouth as he finished chewing. "Stumbled in years ago, bosses wife patched me up and made me a meal." Pointing towards the open kitchen window, the couple working with ease along side each other.

"Troublemaker even back then, huh?" Mirio nudged.

He smiles, nodding. "Never really grew out of it."

After their shared dinner the two found themselves walking through the city side by side and hand in hand. "I can see why you became a beacon of hope so quick." Y/N comments, realization coating his words in a lower tone. "Meeting me probably flipped it all upside down."

A reassuring squeeze prevented his mind from spiraling as Mirio replied. "In the best possible way." Shoulder bumping into his own, helpless chuckles escape.

Mirio pauses, a brief breath on hold. "Most villains I fought before you were the worst of the worst. I thought every villain only wanted destruction and chaos. Then you became my main rival for a bit, I had the same thoughts back then."

Y/N's gaze flickered to his feet with a guilty grin. "You were watching me back then?"

"For an entirely different reason. Anyway I saw you give away food to those kids in the underground and the stray dog and cat that followed you every week. Or the small store you frequent because they have your old neighbors planting soil you recommended. It wasn't until you ended up on my doorstep that I realized we weren't that different."

Y/N was rendered speechless, of course he was no angel. Villainy made everyone desperate, he wasn't any different, right?

Their steps slowed by time and as they reached their meet point again. On a corner of a building, Y/N lean on one side and Mirio on the other. Pressed close, inches barley separating them. Hands weakly intertwined, a last connection point neither wanted to break away from.

"Guess this is where we part for the night."

The hero nods, blues eyes flickering over their joined hands, focused. Night light of led signs and traffic signals shined over him in slow strobes. "Can't exactly walk you home, such a terrible way to end a date." Mirio commented, breathy. Eyes focusing back on his own, apprehensive.

"Thinking ahead, hero?" Y/N teased lean in closer, noses brushing as their forehead meet. Shuttered breath escaped the hero, caught in his thoughts. Hands gentle as they reached Y/N's face, a thousand words passing through the action.

"I…can't help it with you." Miro's gaze dropping towards the villain's lips as he spoke, voice strained behind a giddy smile. Eyes fluttering closed, leaning in the rest of the way eagerly, eyes falling closed as Y/N's own pair are met with tender warmth.

The blonde's palm pressing almost sweetly against his mouth, muting his affectionate advances. "I don't kiss on the first date, handsome." Eyes cracked open as he and the blonde laughed, bodies vibrating as they remained.

"I'll have to take you out on another one then." The villain muttered.

"You know where to find me."

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The walk back to his place was pleasantly fog filled, what he assumed was cloud-9. His phone cutting through to reality with a harsh ring. "Hey, boss needs ya in asap." Y/N pauses, his steps changing pace as he answers.

"I'm on my way." Passing through the city night life, body on auto pilot. He soon arrives, a seclude structure within a business building. Busy bodies shuffling on his side and behind him, making a path for the man.

Entering his bosses office, he's met with an open chair in front of an envelope. His boss pours two separate glasses, "Sit." He commands, low warning already rooted his vocal cords. Y/N obeys, eyes staying on the other as he stalks towards him in slow strides.

Dropping the second glass with a hard thunk, ripping open the envelope. Tossing a photo his way, blurry rush of colors. In the center sat him and Mirio, unguarded and smiling at. He lifts the small object, face still as his heart flutters.

His boss standing over him, irritated. Hands spread as he stares the villain down. "I pay you to eavesdrop and gain information. Not play pretend and fuck every hero you meet. If I find another photo like this one you're done." He steps heavily around Y/N, placing himself at his deck chair adjacent to the other. Straightening up as he throws the picture back on the table, jaw tense as he replies.

"Understood, sir. It won't happen again."

"It better not. Dismissed."

Passing conversations, small, and forgettable. A passing face in the crowd was one thing, talking with him was another. At the park no less, greenery and bird chirping was all anyone really needed to breath.

A break from the isolation that was a 9-5, confined spaces and fake personalities. Beneath an old oak, soft breeze passing in breaths. Passing chatter of conversations and cars hum by, everyday life present.

Creaking metal swings echo through the quiet. Leaves floating over the concrete with crunched edges, scuffing the sidewalk with its sound. The Alpha met him there, two benches beside the other.

An alpha sitting alone, taking in the fresh air and nature around himself. Scent lightly fragrant within his personal space, not over barring or intrusive; present. Conversations between them started small, light conversation turned companionship.

Papers and files spread over the Higuruma's deck, sat in the middle flipping through documents as he always was. Years had passed, the two creating their own sacred space with each other. From passed clothing to living with each other, the part were inseparable.

"New client?" The alpha questioned, hand rubbing over the other's shoulder.

Wafting scent surrounding them both, reassuring and all reviving. Feeling the moment he relaxes, muscles releasing beneath his hand with an exhale. Leaning back to his touch, pulling low purrs from the omega.

"Mhm…" The room felt like an airtight bubble, lungs in taking what's left. Eyes flickering over his lover's work, chin resting on his shoulder. "Wish I had more time to spend with you." The alpha presses a kiss to his temple, muttering his words into his omega's hair.

"How about a break?"

Decks chair creaks as the alpha presses another kiss, arms embracing Higuruma. "I have lunch and a fresh cup of coffee waiting in the living room." He adds, brushing through his lover's hair before leaving the room. An almost silent whine follows through the hallway, his smile widens with each step.

Catching him settling beside the alpha on the couch, shoulders and legs colliding as the omega finds a comfortable spot. Steaming cup in hand, body finding peace with his alpha's. Cuddled close, oxidizing mossy scent exuding from the omega, purrs crawling from his lower chest.

The alpha's own mute, lower notes and softer as his scent was. The feeling of ghosted kiss pressed to the alpha's shoulder, a silent thank you he lived for.

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His inner alpha was completely restless without the man near, it became especially worse during his ruts. Prickly with each shift, skin heated through sweat. The familiar ache setting within his bones, longing becoming a core need.

Memories of the omega teasing him with kisses, leaning in close mouthing with heavy breaths and promised whispers. Waves of his aching rut now a blunt pulse. His ruts were often fast, spending only two to four days apart.

Only they hit harder than most Alphas can handle alone. This one in particular landing in the middle of an ongoing case. Face nuzzling his sheets and soaked pillow, scent unusually thick and heavy, marking the bedroom room.

Mind blinking in and out of reality, only holding out on his delectable omega's clothing. The man long gone for the day on a case, leaving his alpha to his instincts. A half-mess half-nest disaster coating the bed and floor. Sheets ripped and clothes sprawled everywhere, the alpha laid bare and exhausted at the center of it.

Vision hazy, mind rut repeating over his needs from his omega. His proximity, scent, and body haunting his every thought. Hours blended to slow closing eyelids blinks, the ache slightly now subsided.

Find himself surrounding by the omega within hazy vision. His sultry scent pouring over the alpha laid cuddled up to his chest. Arms bound around him, body heat radiating off in waves. Familiar chest on his back and legs tangled. Bodies lay bare to one another, heated and cool skin pleasantly pressed.

The Alpha's own arms both holding and squeezing back. Shuddered breath waft over his neck, small repeated nuzzles of the omega's cheek. A pair of soft lips trailing over his shoulder and spine.

Relief floods, his scent love sick and dipping happily. Slowing turning within Higuruma's arms, lips attaching eagerly to soft skin. Nuzzling his face into the omega's chest.

A shaky hand reaches to touch his cheek. His fingers light running through his hair, racking over his scalp softly. "You haven't been sleeping well again…" whispered, afraid to break the fragile moment.

A sleepy chuckle rumbles from his throat, "Missed you." Feeling a thumb running over his cheek, he mouths over the omega's shoulder. Reassuring his presence, steadying his beating heart.