Chapter 1: the day a new ship was born
Notes:
haha the first ideas for this baby were brought up on like june 13...one big hyperfixation and one and a half months later, we've written the entire thing and the first chapter is being posted :o crazy shit. what the power of manwives can do ffr -huffi
“I fucking adored writing this, it was my first time writing with another person and it was so fun to do! I absolutely adore these two so much and this is genuinely one of my favourite things I’ve ever written!” Or smthing -bee
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no warnings here :) just some gay flirting and mina ofc makes a sex joke as she should (we love her for it)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Wednesday, March 13 2160, 20:49: ‘ Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Big Brother Reads You A Bedtime Story | 23m48s | 430k views
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Thursday, March 14 2160, 23:47: ‘CatasToshi’ uploaded a video: Becoming The Best Ever At Random Games: Part 7, Treasure Mine | 14m7s | 712k views
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this one… did not go to plan– anywaysssss
i found a game that had literally less than 1k downloads, and downloaded it with the express goal of being the best ever at it, so welcome all to my TreasureMine!
follow me wherever u like (except in real life, that’s just stalking)
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Instagram: instagram.com/CatasToshi
TikTok: tiktok.com/@CatasToshi
Twitter (I refuse to call it X): x.com/CatasToshi
Twitch: twitch.tv/CatasToshi
oh and buy my merch too! (trust, it is the comfiest shit u will ever wear): CatasToshi.shop
CatasToshi ’s video started with a black screen – as all their videos do. Then, a purple cat tumbled in from the left side and bounced its way over to the right bottom corner, where it sat down and then stared at the watcher. After a second, the dark screen disappeared, with the cat bopping out of view before returning so just its head was visible in the corner as the menu to a game was displayed. The game’s design was pixelated, making it seem like an older game, with a soft colour palette reminiscent of other lofi-games.
In the background, it showed the entrance to a mine in the mountains, which the grey colour surrounding the actual entrance hinted at. As the inside of the mine was dark, it was hard to see what was there, but since the game buttons were covering most of the entrance, it didn’t matter much anyway. Four pastel orange buttons contrasted to the dark blueish grey colours of the background. They were placed underneath each other and from top to bottom they read: Play , Shop , Leaderboard and Settings . There was also a small white circle with a little speaker icon struck through by a thin red line – indicating the game’s volume had been turned off – placed at the bottom right of the screen.
“Welcome back to this catastrophe of a gamer, I’m CatasToshi and today we are going to become the best TreasureMine player in existence! Woo! … Ok, was that… was that enthusiastic enough? Good, ok, I need a nap– anywaysssss, onto the video, I guess?” The gamer’s voice spoke over the screen, beginning their usual intro, their tone swapping from over enthusiastic and excitable to what was clearly their more natural, sarcastic voice. As they spoke, the cat in the corner lit up slightly and purple captions crossed the bottom of the screen.
Most of the rest of the video followed CatasToshi as they learnt how to play, climbed the ranks and spent way too many hours purely grinding. There was lots of math: calculations to work out whether an upgrade would be worth it, since the money spent on the upgrades would be taken off their total balance, which related to their place on the leaderboard.
“Ok, surely, surely , that’s enough to be on the top of the leaderboard? Right? I’ve been playing constantly for a fucking week and a half, so I must be, right?” CatasToshi practically pleaded with a minute left of the video, exiting the mine and hopping onto the leaderboard screen, only to reveal their name in second place, the player in first place still hundreds of thousands of gold ahead of them. You could hear CatasToshi’s pained groan along with a crashing bang that sounded suspiciously like them slamming their head defeatedly into their keyboard.
“Who the FUCK is this and HOW do they have this much fucking time on their hands for this stupid ass game?” Onscreen, you could clearly read ‘ letsapling ’ in the first place. Then the video cut to black. A few seconds later, text that looked like the most default unedited font appeared in white.
‘ do i fucking give up or do i make this a whole ass mission? the vote is up on my twitter i guess… please free me from this hell guys - CatasToshi ’
— COMMENTS
allmightsbigtoe: Wow what a loser, we definitely need a part 2 || 185 likes, 3 replies
tiredgoblin: that cliffhanger damnnnnn aint no way we dont get a part 2 tho || 7k likes, 9 replies
DoYouListenToGirlInRed: Whether you make a part 2 or not is totally up to you! You deserve some rest after all that grinding ❤️❤️ || 2k likes, 78 replies
coolnicknamehere: who is that letsapling guy??? i wonder if hes a youtuber too? probs not tho cuz that is a crazy grindy game for a youtuber to play || 6k likes, 27 replies
Caveheartshroom: have yall seen the twitter post? 98% for a part 2 aint no way its not happening || 197 likes, 6 replies
SlinkyGlasses: another awesome post <333 || 47 likes, 1 reply
GhostlyPumpkin: ayeee he even managed to post it before the deadline lmao || 93 likes, 7 replies
↳ CookiesnCreamPls: when there was no post and 15 min left till midnight i thought they wuld be late but yet he surprises us
ZUistheBEST: aughh i wish he would finally do an asmr video!!!!! || 237 likes, 7 replies
↳ CrayonCats: IKRRRR they wuld be so good at asmr!!
PinkyPantherButWithSparkles: HA I SAW THAT COMING!! My bestie’s just the best XX || 3 likes, 3 replies
↳ ChocolateFire: You know who LetSapling is??
↳ PinkyPantherButWithSparkles: ;) :*
↳ ChocolateFire: ???
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Saturday, March 16 2160, 13:31: ‘LetSapling’ is live: Another Day Of Grinding! // Chill Stream
TreasureMine — #TreasureMine #chill #calm #backgroundnoise #anypronouns
[ Follow ] [ Gift Sub ] [ Subscribe ]
1517 viewers | 2:22:34+
On the stream, the video displayed a little character in a mine, digging happily through dirt as they aimed for the gold in the current level. A smooth, masculine voice was quietly speaking over it, addressing chat and answering questions every now and then.
— STREAM CHAT
daysofbugs: i love when you do these types of streams!
SignPetitionForCatasToshiAsmr: have you seen CatasToshi’s video? You’re famous now!!
CHRIsIsThaTaWEED: Do you have any pets?
sillygooseshenanigans: @SignPetitionForCatasToshiAsmr what about that cat obsessed bitch
SignPetitionForCatasToshiAsmr: @sillygooseshenanigans he made a video trying to become the best at treasuremine and failed, cause dear Sapling has been playing for way longer and also plays regularly
moonlithalia: hey everyone, hope youre having a great day! remember to eat and drink water :3
MinaButMakeItSparkly: I SAW THE VIDEO!!111!11!1!!! It was so funnyyyyyyyy
IneedaSUGARMOMMY: MINA!!! 😍😍😍😍
capricornrising: WE LOVE YOU MINA <33333
fckmplsdynmt: @MinaButMakeItSparkly mommy has returned
imightnotbeRedbutimRioting: @MinaButMakeItSparkly hello darling, how was your day? :D
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There was a slight chuckle as the streamer, Sapling, watched their comments explode with people greeting Mina and discussing CatasToshi’s latest video. “I did see the video. Mina – hi, by the way – sent me a link. I think Cat– Kats– CatsTo– Ka-tas-To-shi didn’t have a chance to beat me in less than two weeks in the first place. I mean, I’ve been playing TreasureMine almost since release, which was years ago. And I play at least once weekly, so you know– But it was impressive how far he got in such a short amount of time, even if most of the players often only play for when they need something mindless to focus on.”
— STREAM CHAT
CatasToshi: oh shit i did not expect to actually find you
purrtoise: @CatasToshi holy sHIT
HoneyHoney: OMGOMGOMGOGFMOGGOJGMOGDDKNGBIUADWZ
originalsquish: @CatasToshi YOOOO?????????
gayBEN: OMG HI @CatasToshi I LOVE YOU SM
LuckOfTheKings: YO??? @CatasToshi IN THE CHAT????
MinaButMakeItSparkly: ASDFGHJKDIJCAWSWERDTCERFW9GQHUC
MaplinMoth: I was fully zoned out but then Sapling mentioned @CatasToshi and I zoned back in and saw chat and he’s HERE? HELLO??
TheRealGayDoor: Was studying but had to check out why Sapling got so quiet all of a sudden and i come back to find catastoshi!?!?!?
OreoGallah: The @CatasToshi @LetSapling Crossover be going crazyyyy
KelPrincess: @OreoGallah we got @CatasToshi @LetSapling Crossover before GTA9
MinaButMakeItSparkly: ASDFGHJKLSDFGHJKLADOFDKQWDYTFUGIH
Dyedmyhairblue: oh shit @CatasToshi is here how am i supposed to use this as a safe place to vent about my massive crush on catastoshi- i mean wait what who said that not me i dont have a crush on catastoshi wdym
CorvidBirb: @CatasToshi in the chat????
hawkstan101: @CatasToshi is here????????????? HOLYSHIT???????????
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Izuku stared at his screen in shock, surprised that THE CatasToshi actually looked him up. Which, maybe, was stupid in hindsight, because if he was going to make a part two, then he’d also eventually get the idea to search his gamertag online to see if someone went by that name. But it was still surreal to think that the man with almost 2 million subscribers on YouTube was watching Izuku’s stream with merely 1.6k viewers….1.7k– Oh wow, more and more viewers were coming in, someone must’ve posted something about CatasToshi’s appearance.
“Um,” Izuku said, watching a message from Discord pop up on his second monitor. It was Mina losing her absolute shit – as if she hadn’t posted multiple keyboard smashes in his stream chat as well – before asking if he was good. Then she pointed out that he should maybe say something because he’s been quiet for a long time. “Hello everyone,” he greeted when the viewer number climbed above 2k. “Welcome to my stream, I’m LetSapling, but feel free to call me Sapling. And hello to our guest of honor, Cat’s Toshi.”
CatasToshi: i did not mean to cause this chaos in the chat im so sorry
CatasToshi: my fans shuld know better than to be spamming about me in another streamers chat >:(
MeowSorcerer: not us getting told off by our own streamer in another streamer’s chat oof
GayDuckTape: 10 gifted subs as an apology :( sorry sapling
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Izuku waved off, watching as Mina sent him more messages, this time getting excited over him already having ten thousand viewers. How the fuck was this happening so fast?!?! Subs and donations rained in, his in-stream alerts chiming every few seconds as his bank account slowly filled with more money. “Thank you so much, valeria, pigeonsticks, klausdaseij– ejiorn– oh fuck me I can not pronounce that. Uhh, thank you antilokiselfcest, siidebolts, jojojoes, oof so many people I don’t think I can manage to say them all. I assure you all I’m very grateful for everything you gift me! I hope you don’t feel obligated to, though.”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 100 SUBS: since u have to deal with my dumbass fans have some subs lol
“Oh wow! Thank you so much! That’s a lot!” Izuku could feel their face heating up and was glad for the fact that they did not have a facecam, considering they were about 99 percent sure they were as red as a fucking strawberry.
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 5 SUBS: and another 5 for being an interesting opponent for my video (i will overtake u tho)
“That’s really no reason to give me subs for– You’ve already given me so much– Ah.” He almost squeaked when he saw a notification from Discord, reading ‘ Wow you’re so into him!!! ’ Quietly, he added, “shush, Mina.”
> letsapling257 — 18:03, 16/03/2160
IM NOT FUCKING INTO HIM
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 18:03, 16/03/2160
Yeah cus u are a bottom
Izuku was already clicking off Discord when Mina’s reply came in and he choked on his spit, “Mina–” and instantly fell into a full-on coughing fit when he saw CatasToshi’s next donation.
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 50 SUBS: u sound cute when ur flustered
— STREAM CHAT
NuggieLove: @CatasToshi WHATT
AquaBee: WAIT WHAT DID MINA SAY
Squishipop: NEW SHIP ALERT????
LeoooooooooooLove: gay
Squishipop: wait @CatasToshi are u ok with ppl shipping u?
CatasToshi: @Squishipop idgaf but check with LetSapling lol
holysh-tsucksman: @CatasToshi U CANT SAY SHIT LIKE THAT BRO
Squishipop: HOLY SHIT @CatasToshi REPLIED TO ME??????????
GayMushroomFae: MINA? WHAT DID YOU SAY?????? WHAT DO YOU KNOW??
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> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 5 SUBS: how many subs do i need to gift to get you to stop playing TreasureMine for a week to give me a chance to catch up
When Izuku finally managed to stop coughing and take a deep breath, he found CatasToshi’s latest donation, “You don’t have to gift me anything!”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 5 SUBS: no gifted subs sounds like cheating idk man
“It’s not cheating when we’re the ones who make the rules!”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 5 SUBS: imma keep gifting subs till u tell me a number
Izuku opened his mouth, then grumbled, “Fine, one sub then.”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 5 SUBS: and it better not be a stupid low number- FFS I WASNT EVEN FINISHED TYPING AND THATS WHAT U CHOSE
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: No. just for that my talking subs have gone up.
Throwing her hands up, Izuku sighed loudly, “You’re insufferable.” Then he paused to think. “Okay if you gift me, let’s say, 420 subs, I’ll stop playing TreasureMine for two weeks. If you manage to catch up to me in three, you win.”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: what do i get if i win
“I don’t know, bragging rights?”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: *raises eyebrows judgmentally*
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: you can do better than that
“And how would you know that, we haven’t even known each other for a full hour.” Izuku’s eyes flicked over to Discord as a message from Mina popped up.
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 18:17, 16/03/2160
More than enough time for u to fall head over heels in love tho
“ Mina–! ”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: yo mina (idk ur @ sorry) share with the class
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
> MINABUTMAKEITSPARKLY DONATED 1 YEN: Sorry my hands are tied bro
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: rude but ok
Izuku decided to use the moment to address her viewers, ignoring Mina’s constant flow of excited messages on Discord. “Sorry I haven’t been actually playing, I’m quite distracted at the moment.” Then the chat instantly exploded with texts telling Izuku that it was fine and this was way better. “Alright then–” She also pointedly ignored the fact that she currently had fifty thousand viewers and her sub goal of the week had already been hit, even though she’d only set it up earlier when she started the stream.
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: dont ignore me, darling
A bang could be heard on stream as Izuku slammed the palm of their hand down on the desk. FUCK ME– “Uhm, yes. Right. Your prize– Uh. is there anything you want?”
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 18:19, 16/03/2160
HOLY SHIT? IS HE FLIRTING WITH U????
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: how about, if u win i join u on ur stream, if i win u join me on my stream x
Izuku nodded at the message, even though no one could see him, “That works for me. Do we have a deal then?”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: deal.
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 420 SUBS: oh and u are not allowed to play for 2 weeks, that starts now guess u gotta choose a new game to stream x
When the 420 subs came in, Izuku started so hard, their wheelchair rolled backwards a few centimetres; the noise was audible on stream, “ Oh my fuck– you did not do that– ”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: a deal is a deal x
Izuku sighed, pinching her nose and slowly moving back to where she used to be. “You do know that that number was a joke, right?”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: what can i say? sometimes i purposely misinterpret stupid things
“Fuck you,” Izuku mumbled, but then dutifully closed TreasureMine. “Alright, since you’re the reason I have to stop playing this, do you want to pick what else I’m playing and do you want to join me?”
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: i see ur strats there, i aint fallling for that i gotta grind the treasuremine. hmmmmm what game… u ever beaten minecraft before?
“Like, thrice. I can do that.” Izuku opened Minecraft, booting it up.
> CATASTOSHI GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: cool i culd use the entertainment of u dying in the nether while i grind this hellgame
For that comment alone, Izuku decided he would not die in the Nether. Before he created a new world, though, he changed the stream’s title. “By the way, you chose this .
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Saturday, March 16 2160, 18:35: ‘LetSapling’ is live: Beating The Enderdragon To Entertain CatasToshi // Challenge: DON’T die in the Nether
Minecraft — #Minecraft #Enderdragon #anypronouns
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57.3k viewers | 7:26:34+
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Saturday, March 16 2160, 22:06: ‘ Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Something Is In Your Eye | 17m59s | 617k views
Notes:
us: we shuld write a silly little chat fic
us: let’s make it a streamer au
us: what game do they bond over?
us: what if we invented an entirely new game just for this?
thus treasuremine was born---
us trying to come up with names for the fic/game:
game name: moneypot
fic name: the moneypot honeypot“mine all” (mine)
huffi: grind-
bee: grindr.---
toshi: surely im in first place now, right?
izu:
toshi: ...right?
izu:
toshi: .....right?!??!?!?!!!
izu:
izu: no----
mina @ toshis viewers: ik something u dont :)
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no one:
absolutely no one:
not even the tiniest ant at the end of the world:
izu: cat– kats– catsto– ka-tas-to-shi---
bee coming up with commenter names: looks around at desk
painting of a cave:
genderqueer minecraft hearts:
little mushroom figurine:
bee: caveheartshroom.---
(izuku just chilling on stream)
toshi: hi
(explosion)---
toshi: hi
izu: hi
toshi:
izu:
mina: GAY---
toshi: gifting izuku like 358235728357 subs in the span of like twenty minutes
mina: you get one (1) yen---
izu: wanna join me on stream?
toshi: *squints* ...i see whatcha did there
(also they're so stupid lol, instantly forgetting the prize for their bet lmaooo)---
(throughout the entire fic)
toshi: *does, says or thinks something*
us: he's so stupid
us: but we love him anyways---
HONOURABLE MENTION FOR
"im not fucking into him"
"yeah cus u r a bottom"---
huffi: do u wanna add any notes?
bee: (pre-chapter notes)
huffi: u do know im gonna copy paste that unless u send me an edited version lol
bee: ok xD---
HOW TO PLAY TREASUREMINE:
mine down and collect gold
you also get a little gold bonus every 100m down you go
the amount of gold you have determines where you are on the leaderboardwith your gold you can
- hoard it
- buy pickaxe upgrades to mine faster
- buy pickaxe upgrades to earn more for each gold you mine
- buy different cds for different music backing tracks
- buy aesthetics---
funfact: the name izuku couldn't read ("klausdaseij– ejiorn– oh fuck me I can not pronounce that.") is "klausdaseichhörnchen"
hope u enjoyed! see ya thursday ;)
Chapter 2: something something flirting, gay panics–
Notes:
*giggles maniacally* -bee and huffi
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no warnings in this one, just flirting and gay panics (and sexual jokes once more)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Sunday, March 17 2160, 14:52: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: TreasureMine Grind Subathon – i don’t stop grinding until u let me be free (1 sub = 10 min)
TreasureMine — #TreasureMine #subathon #he/they
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834k viewers | 5:40:02+
(SUBATHON TIMER: 5:20:43-)
“Guys I’m already regretting this so much; why did I have to subject myself to this grind for 3 weeks? I don’t even fucking like this game–” Hitoshi bemoaned loudly, regretting all of their choices. At least this would probably be a fairly short subathon considering it wasn’t exactly the most interesting thing to watch. The game was undeniably a grinding intensive one, and that was always hard to keep people entertained for long.
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 200 SUBS: how’s it going :) hope you don’t have a job
“Oh you fucking BITCH??? How long is that anyway? 2000 minutes? That’s like– that’s more than a day right? Chat, do the math for me please. I’ve done too much math for this game already,” Hitoshi groaned defeatedly. This was insane. Every single aspect of this was insane.
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 5 SUBS: that’s 34 more hours for you
“Fuck that fuck all of this, I am so fucking lucky I don’t have an actual job. Holy shit,” Hitoshi complained, not really that upset– no, that wasn’t right, he was mildly annoyed, mostly because he hadn’t planned for this long of a subathon, but at the same time, Sapling was here and maybe Hitoshi was a little happy about that. Happy enough to not really mind.
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 1 SUB: aww giving up already? xx
“Not a fucking chance. I’ve got no life and way too much spite to give up,” Hitoshi snarked, dutifully ignoring the flush on his cheeks at the ‘xx’ in Sapling’s message. Had he noticed that Hitoshi had done that? Did he know why? Was he flirting back? Was he doing it in a joking way? Fuck, Hitoshi needed to stop thinking about this. It was probably just the streamer’s texting habits. It meant nothing.
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 1 SUB: have fun then, i’ll just be lurking from now on ;) don’t want to give you too much time, after all.
“Ok, I can’t do this math, is it better to buy the lvl20 pickaxe upgrade and take the 15k gold loss or to just keep grinding? Someone other than Sapling answer, I don’t trust them.”
> MINABUTMAKEITSPARKLY GIFTED YOU 30 SUBS: The upgrade is nOT worth it, at least not for another few levels. Keep grinding babe xx /p
“Thank you– wait you’re Sapling’s friend– fuck I can’t trust anyone! I just have to do the math myself, fucking hell, ok,” Hitoshi groaned awkwardly using one hand to play while they scribbled the math down on their notepad, which was there for this exact purpose, and talked themself through it. Only once they had the answer that definitely agreed with Mina’s words– there was no way they could make the gold back with that upgrade within 3 weeks unless they bought it and the level above in one go. Why the fuck did that work that way?
While he was busy with the calculations, he heard a collection of loud bangs in the background and a desperate squeak. Fuck. What had his dumbass cat gotten into this time? Groaning, he left his mouse held down to continue mining and went to find his cat. “Bond if you fucking broke something again, we are going to need to have words, because I can’t keep fucking replacing things!”
Sure enough, there James Bond sat, looking all fancy-smancy in his tuxedo coat, tail swishing almost proudly above the smashed glass. For fuck’s sake.
(SUBATHON TIMER: 47:37:27-)
A couple hours later Hitoshi’s chat was once again trying to bully them into singing– they had made the mistake of singing ONE time and it seemed that for the rest of eternity they would be doomed to having his chat beg relentlessly for them to sing. Stupidly, stupidly , Hitoshi said the first thing that came to mind, “I’m only singing if Sapling is listening right now and gives me a song request.” There was no chance that would happen, the other streamer had almost certainly left the stream by now or at least muted it. There was no way he was still here, right?
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: oh what a demand to return to ;) here you go, i request this song by conan gray, it’s my fav atm
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, no. Why are you here, what is my luck? I was so fucking sure I was safe but no, of course not. Alright, let me pull up the backing track,” Hitoshi sighed, doing a quick search for the karaoke version. He let himself relax into the soothing music, trusting himself entirely in this. He loved singing, and this was a good choice on Sapling’s part. Honestly, he didn’t know why he didn’t sing more on stream. It was just something that always had him a touch nervous but he did truly love it.
“ You know that I love you~ And I have a feeling that you love me back ,” Hitoshi sang slowly, relaxing even more as the song grew natural and slipped easily from his lips. The world shrank into his little bubble of music, allowing himself to forget how many people were listening, and instead imagining himself singing alone in his bedroom like a kid pretending to be on Broadway. “ We’re sat in my bedroom~ And I hear your heart like a train on the tracks –”
Hitoshi let the words coax him into comfort, ignoring the way their heart ached for a relationship like the one this song was written about. Maybe one day, they would get that for themself. Maybe one day, they would write a song for a partner who adored Hitoshi as much as he adored them. Maybe .
“ Is it dumb believing that you love me, too? ” Hitoshi sang, the final verse ripping at their heart strings more cruelly than it had any right to; a mocking voice deep inside reminding them they could never have this, reminding them that it was just a stupid dream. With a silent sigh, they finished the song, “ I wrote this song about you… I wrote this song about you…! Now you know that I love you. ”
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 100 SUBS: ............good job–
(SUBATHON TIMER: 65:01:33-)
Hitoshi choked back a cursed hybrid between a sob and a laugh, leaning forward to rest one elbow on his desk– his other hand still grinding away at the game. (He really had become too good at playing this game with only one hand.) As he caught back up with the chat, he let his free hand trace the scars over his face that always seemed to ache more after he sang– not because he sang but because of the memories it stirred up.
— STREAM CHAT
SignPetitionForCatasToshiAsmr: hoLY SHIT
womendeservetobeSHIRTLESS: marry me plzplzzpzlzplzlzpzlzpzzzz
ShakingCurtins: @womendeservetobeSHIRTLESS that’s what she (Sapling) said
SignPetitionForCatasToshiAsmr: 👏 ONE 👏 STEP 👏 AWAY 👏 FROM 👏 ASMR 👏
threeGAYracoonsinatrenchcoat: “good job” LMFAOOO, im 100% sure sapling is experiencing a gay panic right now
WingedPinapple: this song is so beautiful
urasushoneybee: i may have shed a tear- wHO SAID THAT NOT ME NOO HUHH
GlassClock: “good job” he says after being serenaded… what will he say after 🍆 if u catch my drift
Luckofthemedaldraw: do you have a vocal quirk????
HabitSip: Ugh i wish i was alive at the same time as conan gray
sillygooseshenanigans: wow the cat obsessed bitch can sing… and sapling just had a gay panic LOL
WoodenSlab: r sirens real cuz I wuld fully jump in the water 2 get towards that voice holy shit
FluffyHoodie: was the love song a purposeful choice Sapling? Cuz that was gay af
imjustmcKENna: and now!1!! kiss!!1!!1!1!!1!!
thesalamandersrhumping: dying at LetSapling’s “good job” how queer of them
letstalkaboutbruno: “now i’ll say it straight” –the man who’s being very gay at the current moment
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“Alright, that’s enough bullying us for now,” Hitoshi snorted, “What are we doing next while we try to entertain ourselves during this dumbass grind?”
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 120 SUBS: that was really good, your voice is really nice. you didn’t even miss a note!!
“Thank you Sapling, that means a lot,” Hitoshi smiled, fighting back the blush at the compliment. This was stupid. Tons of people had complimented his voice. What was so special about Sapling?
(SUBATHON TIMER: 85:09:21-)
— STREAM CHAT
frickfruckfrack: lol i think he’s recovered from his gay panic
alfonsothevampire: @frickfruckfrack yep, only to give catastoshi one
CrazyWorkHere: bets that catastoshi is blushing rn?
EnbyGoon: @CrazyWorkHere I would be like holy shit
ProngsMoonyWormtailPadfoot: @CrazyWorkHere no way im joining in on that, i would lose
CuratedCrumbs: petition for another song?
GrantedFreedom: @CuratedCrumbs no way that’s happening, CatasToshi never sings twice in a row
PetitionForCatasToshiSingingChannel: @CuratedCrumbs on it
LetSapling: hmm…
Flightrisky: if sapling asks we may have a shot???? Surely???
WhyDoesMarkWahlbergHaveToBeDead: @LetSapling penny for your thoughts????
AceofHearts247: Sapling, if you get him to sing, I will have the first born I was never going to have just to give you my first born
pleasegiveusseasontwoofohhc: @LetSapling ILL GIVE YOU MORE THAN JUST A PENNY IF YOU ASK CATASTOSHI TO SING AGAIN 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
BurgerLover: petition for “I could be a better boyfriend then him” as the next song
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> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: can we have an encore pretty please? BurgerLover asks for Boyfriend (dove cameron) xoxo
Hitoshi groaned internally as his instincts took over and immediately said yes to the other streamer. What was wrong with him? The fucking “pretty please” was enough to have him keeling over with a fucking heart attack, it was so cute, and the xoxo at the end had him dying. It took all of Hitoshi’s willpower to remember that this wasn’t real, and Sapling was almost certainly joking with the flirting– or maybe he just talked like that? Hitoshi didn’t know but he forced himself not to think about it too hard.
“Fine. Just this once, I will do the fucking encore. I’m only doing it because this game is grindy as fuck and I would normally be watching YouTube while I do it but I can’t because I’m streaming so this is the best entertainment I’m going to get here,” Hitoshi relented, pulling up the backing track.
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: yayy tyyy ur the best xx
Hitoshi had to work hard to shove down the bubble of happy warmth spreading across their face. This was fake. They couldn’t forget that. It was all just fun and games. Still, the excitement did feel nice. Maybe they should let it be.
“ I can’t believe we’re finally alone. I can’t believe I almost went home ,” Hitoshi sang, a smile creeping across his face. This song had to be one of their all time favourites, and maybe this time, singing the song for Sapling, some stupid gay part of them was imagining they were singing it to Sapling. Fuck . They were down bad and they had only met the man online yesterday! They needed to sort themself out, holy shit.
“ What am I gonna do, not grab your wrist? ” Hitoshi sang, letting their natural snark and sass into their voice, making themself sound way more confident than they were, “ I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won’t quit. ”
Hitoshi felt himself fully relaxing into the song, eyes closing as he sang, back straightening out so he could hit all the notes. Letting the words radiate around him right up until the last lyrics of the song slipped from his mouth, bringing the song to a close, “ Thinking I’m gonna steal you from him, I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit .”
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: you did great! im your biggest cheerleader!!!
(SUBATHON TIMER: 97:13:35-)
As he blinked his eyes open, a wide smirk spread across his face. Even if he knew it was fake, the song always gave him so much confidence. So when he saw Sapling’s donation, he drawled, “Thank you, darling.” And let chaos reign.
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> minabutmakeitsparkly — 05:43, 18/03/2160
https://bsky.app/profile/catastoshiupdates.bsky.social/post/clipcompilationcatastoshisingsforletsapling
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|| (🐱) CatasToshi Updates @catastoshiupdates.bluesky.social
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|| CatasToshi sang on stream again!
|| Here’s some clips + LetSapling’s
|| reactions (songs: This Song by Conan
|| Gray, Boyfriend by Dove Cameron)
|| #CatasToshi #CatasToshiUpdates
|| #ByFansForFans #Compilation
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|| [ALT: LetSapling requesting This
|| Song, CatasToshi singing This Song,
|| LetSapling having a gay panic,
|| CatasToshi singing Boyfriend,
|| CatasToshi calling LetSapling
|| darling, Chat going wild]
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> minabutmakeitsparkly — 05:43, 18/03/2160
WHAT IS THIS????
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 05:43, 18/03/2160
I HAVE ONE (1) TWELVE HOUR SHIFT AND *THIS* HAPPENS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 05:45, 18/03/2160
AND YOU DIDNT EVEN THINK TO UPDATE ME!!!! FAKE FRIEND
> letsapling257 — 08:59, 18/03/2160
heh…
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 08:59, 18/03/2160
“heh”!?!? THATS ALL YOU CAN SAY FOR YOURSELF??????
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 08:59, 18/03/2160
‘heh’!?!?!?!?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 08:59, 18/03/2160
HEH!?!?!?!?!?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 09:00, 18/03/2160
IM CRASHING OUT
> letsapling257 — 09:02, 18/03/2160
*listen*
— * —
Monday, March 18 2160, 09:02: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: TreasureMine Grind Subathon – please free me chat (1 sub = 10 min)
TreasureMine — #TreasureMine #subathon #he/they
[ Follow ] [ Gift Sub ] [ Subscribe ]
247k viewers | 23:50:07+
(SUBATHON TIMER: 81:27:12-)
— STREAM CHAT
75racoonsinatrenchcoat: yall i dont wanna do my homework do u think my teacher will take “Catastoshi was live” as a good excuse
4teTh4tUp: @75racoonsinatrenchcoat just do it now while he’s not talking
wdymurstraightJAIL: ugh i love avocados, esp on toast
IWantAMilkshake: my name is SO accurate rn
pisoirPOOR: WHY does it have to be so late??? I need to go to sleep </3
deepdownbad: @wdymurstraightJAIL bruh avocados suck (im projecting cuz im allergic and if i pretend they r bad it wont be so sad)
FeatherPenelope: I’ve got Boyfriend stuck in my head now and I’m not sure if my girlfriend loves or hates it but I keep singing it at her
gaycake1andOnly: ok so how long do you think taking a shower will take and do you think toshi will wake up before i come back????
bethetalyatomyjorge: @FeatherPenelope PENELOPE WHYY, YOU KNOW I’M TOO SHY AND TERRIFIEDDDD
FeatherPenelope: @bethetalyatomyjorge sadly my girlfriend’s name is not odysseus… I should convince her to change her name
ForktheyFoundMe: @bethetalyatomyjorge I CAN TAKE THE SUFFERING FROM YOU
bethetalyatomyjorge: @FeatherPenelope absofuckinglutely
jokesonyouimaroace: @FeatherPenelope DEFINITELY
ArtistFANatic: @ForktheyFoundMe OH FOR U I WOULD DIE BUT CANT U LET ME STAY DRY
minimalisticFan: @ArtistFANatic i like ur name good sir
—
> YOU GIFTED 10 SUBS: lol what’s going on
Izuku stared at his phone in confusion. Chat was talking random shit whilst CatasToshi didn’t say anything and only mined straight down; missing tons of gold. That was rather counterproductive.
> MESSWITHJIM GIFTED 1 SUB: CatasToshi falling asleep whilst grinding counter: 3
That donation instantly answered all of Izuku’s questions. He snorted.
(SUBATHON TIMER: 83:15:48-)
— STREAM CHAT
MESSwithJIM: wow it only took 20 minutes for that donation to go through
LetSapling: hi guys, how’s it going
ForktheyFoundMe: SAPLING IS HERE?????
bethetalyatomyjorge: unlike ody, it doesnt take sapling 20 years to return
ArtistFANatic: @LetSapling :OOOOOOOOO HI
PetitionForCatasToshiAsmr: @LetSapling HIII
danceandcry: ello i just woke up. wAIT IS THAT SAPLPING
deepdownbad: not sapling being in CataToshi’s stream that i put on for background noise while writing a fic about them lmao
minimalisticFan: @deepdownbad omg drop ur ao3?????? (or wherever u post)
deepdownbad: i gotchu, its the same as my user here (this is my first fic but there are also 5 others already up on Catatoshi/LetSapling ao3) (fanfic authors work fast)
LetSapling: @deepdownbad are they any good?
deepdownbad: HOLY SHIT SAPLING HI FUCK UH I DONT READ FANFICTION ABOUT STREAMERSWFBUEIDNBV&BYIUN (i got caught guys ;-;)
jokesonyouimaroace: @LetSapling oh yes definitely, one is written by my favourite author (gggreatgggayggguy) and theyre posting the second chapter soon i think !!
deepdownbad: they r pretty good ig? all quite short tho, im more a fan of a long fic soooo
ForktheyFoundMe: YO THERE’S FANFIC???? I HAVE TO READ THIS SO FAST GUYS
75racoonsinatrenchcoat: ok so my teacher probably wont approve of “Catastoshi was live” as a reason to not do my homework, but surely “i have to read EVERY PIECE OF CATASAPLING FANFIC EVER RN” will work
LetSapling: @75racoonsinatrenchcoat do your homework :)
75racoonsinatrenchcoat: @LetSapling ok so arguing with u feels wrong but i cant now!!! i need this content
LetSapling: @75racoonsinatrenchcoat what if we help you :)) (who else has to do their homework here?? go do it rn u fuckasses)
75racoonsinatrenchcoat: holy shit having @LetSapling help me with my homework wuld be crazy uh lemme get it out of my bag brb
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For almost an hour, Izuku helped various people do their homework and some even understood things they didn’t before. – He was quite proud of the latter, but also super happy with the former. When everyone claimed they’d done their homework, Izuku decided it was time to wake CatasToshi. Last afternoon, he’d taken note of how loud the 100 sub notification was, and it definitely had jump scare energy. Unless CatasToshi was sleeping very deeply, it should wake him up easily.
> YOU GIFTED 100 SUBS: wakey wakey xoxo
“Fucking, fuck, ugh, I’m awake, why would you do that to me,” CatasToshi groaned, audibly yawning on stream and with enough shuffling in the background to make it clear he was trying to sit back up and function more, “Who was that? Give me a second, whoever you are I am hunting you down, fuck off. Oh– hi Sapling.”
Izuku chuckled at the reaction, sending another donation right after.
> YOU GIFTED 1 SUB: you’re such an angel when you wake up
“Fuck off actually, that was such a bitch move waking me up like that, I did not mentally prep or plan for a subathon, pulling an all nighter may be fine, but pulling one and then immediately being shoved into a subathon? Shoot me now, I need sleep.”
> YOU GIFTED 1 SUB: you’re the only one responsible for your choices xoxo, you should’ve slept before starting the subathon
“I hate you actually, ugh, ok, hi chat, I’m ignoring him officially now, people who wake me up don’t get to have my love and attention, what are you guys up to?”
Izuku almost pouted at that, for a moment feeling a pang of sadness, but then quickly shook his head. What the fuck was he doing? They were just making jokes! Clapping his hands on his cheeks, he moved his thoughts elsewhere– Like the stream chat… Where everyone was praising him–
(SUBATHON TIMER: 84:33:21-)
— STREAM CHAT
75racoonsinatrenchcoat: thank you Sapling!!!!!!!
ForktheyFoundMe: SAPLING U R THE BESTTTT
KEYbeeChains: who in their right mind would make that the donation noise holy shit that’s fully on you catastoshi
deepdownbad: surely Catastoshi reads some of the fanfic of him and sapling on stream it wuld be so funny (NOT MINE THO I MAY DIE IF EITHER OF THEM EVER SEES MINE)
EggsitStrategy: I WAS JUST LURKING AND I HAD THE EXACT SAME REACTION AS CATASTOSHI I ACTUALLY FUCKING JUMPED OUT OF MY SEAT
TydrateOrSieBraight: GOOD MORNING CATASTOSHI
gaycake1andOnly: this mightve been my most productive morning in….ever!! All while being on CatasToshis stream AND talking to sapling, that was wild
PetitionForCatasToshiSingingChannel: @deepdownbad ykw… up until you mentioned it, i didnt realise that i NEEED that in my life holy shit
jokesonyouimaroace: wait sapling surely u get him to sing again its the closest thing to being in love i will ever get
heebeejeebees: yooooooooooo i need to speed read all of these fics wdym there is already 11 fics under this tag holy fucking shit i swear an hour ago there was like 4
FelineFine: @heebeejeebees THERE WAS I WAS SO PROUD FOR HAVING READ THEM ALL DAMN WHAT DO THEY FEED THESE AUTHORS
ALLIHEARAREJEANS: @heebeejeebees what can i say, i work fast ;)
— * —
> PANCAKESWEARGLASSES GIFTED YOU 10 SUBS: CHAT DO WE WANT CATASTOSHI TO SING OR READ CATASAPLING FF
“If you want me to read fanfiction of me and Sapling on stream, you are going to need to pay me a lot more than 10 subs and you will have to convince Sapling to join me on stream because I am NOT doing that otherwise,” Hitoshi snorted. There was no way that would happen, not in a million fucking lifetimes.
> CATASAPLING4LIFE GIFTED YOU 50 SUBS: I just spent all my savings from this week on this. PLEASE GUYS I NEED THIS
“Ok, I know I love money but I am sure I have had this conversation before guys, be smart about giving me money, please… or… you know… just keep paying me, I do love money.”
(SUBATHON TIMER: 94:31:45-)
— STREAM CHAT
heebeejeebees: PLEASE SAPLING IM BEGGING YOU
gaycake1andOnly: ILL GIVE U GUYS MY FIRST AND SECOND BORN
PetitionForCatasToshiAsmr: IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF A GOD I DONT BELIEVE IN
75racoonsinatrenchcoat: we are begging here!!! I EVEN DID ALL MY HOMEWORK PLEASEEEE
ImoUrBoring: screaming crying throwing up and cleaning it up, PLEASE SAPLING, PLEASE TOSHI
HovercraftQueen: I do not know which i am begging for but boy am i BEGGING
MyInsidesRRed: I NEED U GUYS TO READ TOGETHER LIKE I NEED AIR TO BREATHE BUT EVEN MORE, LIKE WHO CARES ABOUT BREATHING WHEN YOU CAN HAVE CATASAPLING READING CATASAPLING FANFICTION
DoYouListenToGirlInRedStream: I’d love to have Sapling on stream, if she wants to!!!
Toolkitforbookshelves: i need the roms the coms the romcoms pleaseeeeeeeee
bangmecutely: PLEASE I BEG i need the content for my edits!!!!!
Fearincarnate: not to be the odd one out but as a fanfic author i tremble in terror at this idea lmao (but also if i die from a heart attack cuz they read my stuff at least i will die happy)
—
> LETSAPLING GIFTED YOU 11 SUBS: so how are we doing this ;)
Fuck. No. There was no fucking way he was doing this. But boy if he wasn’t apparently a pushover when it came to Sapling– and that was news to Hitoshi, who had never been a pushover in his whole life. Why was a stupid fucking wink in a message all Hitoshi needed to see to do anything for this unknown person he had never met, never had a proper conversation with– ( No , he did not count donations as a proper conversation that was slightly too parasocial for him.) So why, how had this Sapling person caught Hitoshi’s attention in a way no one ever had before? Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t about to show his fucked up muzzle scarred face and meet the other streamer in person, but he would do pretty much anything else.
“Fine. I’ll send you my Discord in Twitch Whispers, just give me a second,” Hitoshi groaned, pulling up both Discord and Sapling’s profile on Twitch, copying his alt user that wasn’t filled with constant friend requests into Sapling’s messages. Sure enough, a few seconds later, letsapling257 popped up in his friends notifications on Discord. This was going to be one hell of a thing.
— * —
Anxiety bubbled in Izuku’s stomach, but it was too late to back out now– and he did want to talk to CatasToshi on stream. Reading fanfiction about them, that he probably would’ve done anyways – if only out of curiosity – was one thing, but reading it on stream was a whole different level. Fuck, he couldn’t change it anymore anyways. Deciding not to overthink it, he just clicked the call button. Heart racing, he watched CatasToshi’s stream as the guy practically yelped at the sound of the Discord call before answering.
“Uh, hi? I did not expect this to actually happen and I might hate you for letting it happen,” CatasToshi said and Izuku winced at the echoing because he could hear it through both Discord and the stream, the latter of which he instantly muted. – Not closed, though, he still wanted to keep an eye on chat. Then CatasToshi’s words finally registered properly and he couldn’t help the downward tug of his lips.
“If you hate me now, then I have the right to start playing TreasureMine again,” she decided to say, unaware of how pouty she sounded until she saw chat pointing it out.
“I don’t hate you, darling,” CatasToshi replied with way too much of an audible smirk.
It took hardly a second until Izuku’s face burned with heat. Holy fucking shit– “Ah,” she said, trying not to seem as if that threw her off at all. “Cool. Then the bet is still on.”
“I should fucking hope so, I didn’t spend this many hours on this stupid game just for you to change your mind on me.”
Izuku spent a moment silently taking a deep breath to regain their brain and maybe scrape enough confidence together to participate in this conversation like a normal human being. “Well, as long as you don’t start hating me, I won’t change my mind.”
“I think I can manage that somehow,” CatasToshi snorted and Izuku had to concentrate hard not to combust at the sound– again . How had this happened so stupidly fast? There was no way CatasToshi would even like them if he knew who Izuku really was, behind the identities they created for their online personas.
“Good,” they said, glad their voice was still steady. “So, do you want to read the fanfiction together or how are we going to make this work? I can look them up and share the link and we’ll read our own lines?”
“That would work for me, but knowing my fans… This probably won’t be completely safe for work, and I haven’t had time to get a mod to pre-read them so who knows what it will include, will that be ok? It is so completely fair if not.”
Glancing at chat, who seemed all still very hyped for this to happen, Izuku murmured, “I’m fine with it, your stream is marked as mature anyways, right? And I’ll make sure to check the tags thoroughly so the chance is lower.”
“Sounds good to me, I’m yet to run into a fic that has made me uncomfortable, but let’s be real my boundaries are fucked, so just in case shall we make a safe word? Something that won’t be used in the fic? Maybe like pineapple or some shit?”
“Alright, that sounds good. Let me look up the tag.” Izuku picked his phone up and looked up their relationship tag on ao3. “Wow, already fourteen? I thought the last count was eleven. Okay let’s see… The first one is called ‘ Escape ’ and I can already see in the tags that it’s inspired by the StrayKids song– Sounds fire.
Here’s the tags: Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes, Sexual Tension– oh wow, but the rating is only teen and up, so it should be fine. There’s also Parkour, Mild Gore, Mild Depictions of Violence, Fight Scenes, First Kiss, Flirting, No Beta We Die Like The Children, Idiots in Love... Looks fine to me. I’ll send it over so you can display it on the screen and chat can make sure nothing triggers them and we’ll read it together.”
Izuku copied the link into his and CatasToshi’s DMs, as he added, “This one is written by dynamightxredriot234, by the way, thanks for spending your time and effort on something inspired by us!”
“Alright, let’s see, who’s point of view is this from?”
(SUBATHON TIMER: 94:02:59-)
Notes:
toshi: at least this would probably be a fairly short subathon considering it wasn’t exactly the most interesting thing to watch
us: heheheh
chat: nah uh >:)
three weeks later:
toshi: I need to stop jinxing myself ;-;---
toshi: hopefully this will be fairly short
izu: gifts tonnes of subs
toshi: OH U FICKING BITCH---
bond's first appearance!!!
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toshi: no way is sapling still here
toshi: i'll sing if sapling says so
izu: i was summoned?
toshi: fuck
izu: this song pls---
toshi singing like a kid pretending to be on broadway >>>>
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glassclock's message always startles me (bee) in the best funniest way
( “good job” he says after being serenaded… what will he say after 🍆 if u catch my drift )---
shortly, you will read a list of usernames that bee chose bcs ace pride 🖤🤍🩶💜 (that was supposed to be a grey heart)
aceofhearts247
jokesonyouimaroace---
iwantamilkshake: my name is SO accurate rn
^ bee projecting be like
wdymurstraightJAIL:ugh i love avocados, esp on toast
^ huffi projecting be like---
the epic the musical references coming out >>>
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deepdownbad: *writes catasapling fanfic*
izu: @deepdownbad are they any good?
deepdownbad: HOLY SHIT SAPLING HI FUCK UH I DONT READ FANFICTION ABOUT STREAMERSWFBUEIDNBV&BYIUN (i got caught guys ;-;)---
toshi; I love money
toshi: don't put urself in debt giving me money
toshi: or do, I love money afterall---
THEY TALK ON CALL :D
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habitsip: ugh i wish i was alive at the same time as conan gray
bee: i wonder how many people will see this and go "wait, conan gray is dead?"---
huffi when discord randomly does an update and crashes my laptop when they were literally mid preparing the chapter for posting: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
huffi when they reopen opera and realise that opera ALSO randomly did an update: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---
letsapling: @75racoonsinatrenchcoat do your homework :)
my guy channeled his inner nedzu---
toshi: if u want me and sapling to read ff on stream, u have to pay me a lot more than 10 subs
izu: ok, then consider... 11 subs
Chapter 3: nothing interesting here (just two streamers reading ff about themselves) (and internally trauma dumping???)
Notes:
this chapter was such a pain in the ass to format lolll, but its fINE the end results r worth it. ENJOY! -huffi
a fanfic within a fanfic? no! FOUR fanfics within a fanfic *gasp* -bee
prepare for: mm nothing i think? max some ref to smexy time as they flirt?
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
ESCAPE
dynamightxredriot234
Summary:
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Basically, catastoshi and sapling are
pro heroes and gay. Idk how to write
summaries, dont judge me bruhh
inspired by the skz song!!!
Notes:
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(See the end of the work for notes.)
“Sapling? You good?” CatasToshi asks over comms. He wonders what happened to make the other quiet all of a sudden. Silence. Uh oh. His cat ears flick backwards as he senses something approaching.
“I love when my fans give me cat features, it is so fucking cute,” CatasToshi laughed, clearly already enjoying this. Izuku decided not to try to imagine it too hard, instead opting to simply hum and read his line.
“Run for your life!” Sapling screams over comms and he can hear the running footsteps in the distance. Instead of acting like a sane person and running, CatasToshi turns around and looks at whatever has been trying to get close to him.
It’s… not pretty. There’s a group of sickly looking children stumbling towards him. “ Help, ” they whisper hoarsely and CatasToshi steps closer.
“Did you like my sickly children impersonation there?” CatasToshi snorted.
“It was beautiful. Ten out of ten.” Then Izuku cleared her throat to prepare to sound desperate and in shock.
“FUCK THEY’LL KILL YOU–”
That’s all CatasToshi hears before something wraps around his waist and he’s hoisted far away from the children. It takes a while until he realises a thick vine has wrapped around his waist. “What are you doing?!” CatasToshi screams angrily over the whooshing wind. “They needed help!”
Sapling lands them both on the ground, just outside of the wire fence they had just been inside of. “They can’t be helped, one of them almost got me. Toshi– They’re all dead, it’s a trap.”
“That’s so fucked up,” Izuku groaned, then chuckled at CatasToshi’s reaction.
“Oh, fuckkkk, I should have seen that coming but I just fully did not–”
“I saw it coming. Guess I’m smarter,” he teased.
“Bitch, ain’t no way.”
CatasToshi growls, stepping away. “How can you be sure?”
“Wait, am I supposed to growl then say the line or say the line in, like, a growl voice?” CatasToshi asked, regret seeping through their voice.
Izuku pretended to be a normal human being and not one who was insanely attracted to the growl. “Um, well it says growls first, not that you’re growling whilst saying it, so I guess you did it right?”
“Investigation, remember? That’s why I was in there,” Sapling points out, then sighs when CatasToshi doesn’t give in. “Okay, we have to make sure the grounds are safe for the police to enter. I’ve already let the other group know that the scientists and doctors are gone. Let’s go back in. But don’t let them touch you, got me?”
He doesn’t like this at all, but it seems he doesn’t have any other choice, so CatasToshi nods. “Let’s go.”
Together, the two of them go back into the lion’s den– the lab grounds. Sapling shows him how to defeat the undead children– (seriously, what the fuck?) and soon they fight seamlessly, as they always do. Sapling aims kicks here and there, CatasToshi uses his claws and somehow even subdues a hardly tangible child. After the police finally secure the location, he and Sapling are dismissed.
“Damn, we really are a great hero team.”
Hearing that, Izuku properly realised what they were reading and he paused, unable to wade through the surge of complicated emotions that suddenly rose inside of them. “Yeah, I guess we are,” they said, trying hard to hide the crack in their voice. They were happy with their life now, but sometimes their heart still ached for what could’ve been. It seemed Sapling had some sort of vine quirk (So interesting, he wondered how it worked– No, stop that.) and fuck, even after all this time, Izuku wished they had at least some quirk, even if it was a socially viewed ‘stupid’ one. A ‘stupid’ quirk was still better than no quirk at all.
Then again, if he hadn’t jumped off the stupid roof, he might’ve been able to become a hero anyways, no matter what fucking All Might had said. But now was no time to think about what ifs– It never was, usually it just made her cry and it’d be stupid to cry on stream in front of hundreds of thousands of people and– and CatasToshi . So, instead, Izuku swallowed all of the thoughts, shoving them back into the jar they came from and prayed her voice was clear and steady enough without anyone noticing the turmoil going on inside her mind.
“C’mon, I’ll get us back to the city,” Sapling offers and without waiting for a reply, he just wraps his arm around CatasToshi and swings them through the woods to the city. When they finally leave the woods behind, Sapling lands them on a roof, but instead of stopping, they jump across alley gaps between buildings until they’re laughing and out of breath.
“This is so counterproductive,” CatasToshi breathes, then promptly collapses on the ground with a groan. When Sapling comes to help him up, CatasToshi takes Sapling’s hand and instantly pulls them down to the ground, too.
“Toshiiiii,” Sapling complains, but cuddles closer anyway. It doesn’t matter that they’re laying on top of a random building in the middle of Tokyo, it’s just the two of them at this moment.
“Fucking adorable,” CatasToshi snickered, and maybe Izuku let himself hope that maybe , perhaps , just a tiny little bit , CatasToshi was seriously thinking so and not only making a joke or only referring to the fanfiction.
“Very cute,” he added.
In a random, spur of the moment decision, CatasToshi decides to lean down and kiss Sapling– just like that. Sapling yelps with surprise, but when CatasToshi attempts to put distance between them, Sapling only pulls him in closer and that’s just fine with him.
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Hope you enjoyed :)
“Okay, that was cute!” Izuku leaned back once they finished the first fanfiction, already stubbornly ignoring her little inside-breakdown and pretending it had never happened. “Great work, dynamightxredriot234!”
“And well written, or at least I really enjoyed it,” CatasToshi commented.
(SUBATHON TIMER: 93:28:33-)
— * —
“Alright, shall we move onto the next one?” Hitoshi asked, and Sapling quickly agreed, pulling up the next fic and sending it over to them once more.
“Ok, this one is called 3 times CataSapling get pinned by each other + one time they actually kiss, and it’s by ALLIHEARISBESTJEANIST. Huh, I think I recognise that name from the chat?
Alright, let’s read through the tags: Romance, Sexual Tension once again… Then there’s Coffee Shop Scenes, Clumsiness, Clumsy CatasToshi, Clumsy Sapling, Coffee Is The Way To CatasToshi’s Heart– haha is that true?”
“Yes, unfortunately, my fans know me well; for about 5 days I might have posted a TikTok every morning about being pissed because my coffee machine broke before it finally got fixed and now my fans mock me constantly for it because they are brats like that,” Hitoshi complained, but they couldn’t help the way they loved his fandom for that particular inside joke. It was one of their favourites if they were honest.
“Pfft, well I’d say that’s kind of deserved for not fixing it earlier.”
Hitoshi rolled his eyes dramatically, remembering the hundreds of comments filled with that exact statement back when it had originally happened, “I will have you know, I harassed the place that fixes them constantly and paid extra for them to hurry up and fix it. Apparently it was a coffee machine mass breakage or some shit, they were really fucking busy and I was really pissed about it.”
“Aww, did poor Cat– did you have to survive without coffee?” Sapling teased, and fuck Hitoshi was too gay for that. That had no right to be as fucking hot as it was. Holy fucking shit, pull yourself together, Hitoshi.
“No, I’m not fucking crazy, I bought probably a concerning amount of coffee from the café near me that week.”
“At least someone profited from that mess–”
“Too many people profited of my pain that week– the fucking fixing place got way too much money out of me I fear, but anyways, lets move on, what were the rest of the tags?” Hitoshi hummed, moving the conversation back to the fanfiction, perhaps a little too eager to read it.
“Right, right. CatasToshi is a Mess, Awkward CatasToshi, CatasToshi is a Streamer, First Kiss, Flirting, No Beta We Die Like Polites, Idiots in Love, Cutsie and Very Gay.”
“Ok, who’s reading the author’s note?”
“Feel free to do it,” Sapling offered, “It starts with your POV.”
3 times CataSapling get pinned by each other
+ one time they actually kiss
ALLIHEARISBESTJEANIST
Summary:
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^^ title :D
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I tried to make it a 5+1 but there are
only so many ways I can think of to
make them accidentally pin each
other D:
Oh also !! Im using they/them for
CatasToshi and he/him for
LetSapling cus Im projecting myself
and my crush into this but shhh no
telling :O
“I fear that is the correct way to determine my pronouns, just for people to project onto my life,” Hitoshi snorted, lacking pretty much any care for their pronouns. When Sapling huffed out a laugh, Hitoshi couldn’t help the way they flushed pink; seriously they needed to get themself under control.
1) zoned out CatasToshi bumps into Sapling and they crash into a wall next to them
CatasToshi stared at their phone, the notes page they had opened almost 10 minutes ago remaining painfully blank. It wasn’t so much that they didn’t have ideas on what videos to film as much as they didn’t have any friends to film with and that severely limited their options.
“L.”
“Real as fuck, though,” Hitoshi groaned, pained slightly at the fact.
“Fuck!” CatasToshi screeched as they lived up to their name, stumbling over their own stupidly long legs, tumbling into someone and just barely catching themself on the wall behind them before they fell. They stared down at the man that they had stumbled into, getting captivated for a moment by the man’s bright green eyes staring at them in shock and surprise. It took CatasToshi way too long to shake themself out of their stunned quiet stance, frozen over the man before they realised they were pinning him in place and they bounced back and away, “Shit! I’m so sorry! Fuck, uh– is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Let me buy you a coffee or something?”
“You’re ok! I don’t mind at all,” The man chuckled, “I mean, I trip over my feet all the time.”
“Still, I’m so sorry, are you sure you don’t want a coffee?”
“Look, who am I to say no to a free coffee?”
“I feel that,” CatasToshi laughed walking towards the coffee shop conveniently just across the road from them, “I’m CatasToshi by the way, what was your name, and your coffee order?”
“Oh how convenient, indeed,” Sapling chuckled, clearly meaning no ill intent to the author.
“Let’s be real, I was probably headed to the café to begin with. Knowing me, I need that coffee to come up with ideas.”
“Sapling, and I usually get an iced chai if that’s ok?”
“Wow, what a crazy coincidence. I actually drink iced chai or chai latte a lot. I also love matchas.”
“Damn, well I fear everyone knows my coffee of choice is black with honey.”
“Of course,” CatasToshi smiled, buying Sapling his drink and apologising profusely once more before saying their farewell and heading back towards their house.
2) Sapling runs (literally) into CatasToshi and they crash to the ground with Sapling pinning CatasToshi down
Sapling was running late and boy was he running, desperately sprinting towards his destination, hoping he could somehow make it within 10 minutes of the starting time so it wouldn’t be too bad.
“Wait, this is your POV, not mine,” Hitoshi realised, “You read it.”
“Ah yeah, okay, okay.” Then Sapling started reading from where their POV began.
He was still panicking over that tiny timeframe he had to get there in time when he slammed into something– somebody – shit– and sent them both tumbling to the ground.
“We have got to stop meeting like this,”
“Hey wait, that’s my line!” Hitoshi interrupted.
“Oops, sorry!”
The person beneath Sapling groaned, and finally Sapling forced himself to meet the purple eyes of the person he had fallen on and– oh shit– it was CatasToshi.
“We really do have to,” Hitoshi snorted.
“We should– UH. We should keep reading.”
“I uh– fuck–” Sapling spluttered desperately trying to get himself off the other person, shoving down the blush. He did not have time to be smiling over this virtual stranger, “Shit, I’m running like, really late, let me give you my number and I’ll get you your apology coffee later?”
“You don’t have to– actually no, that sounds good,” CatasToshi agreed, letting Sapling scribble his number down on the back of their hand, before waving goodbye and sprinting in the direction he had been headed, this time properly looking where he was going.
3) CatasToshi goes to pin sapling for a kiss and then panics and backs out
CatasToshi felt bad for agreeing to let Sapling buy them a coffee–
“Ok, that’s yours again,” Sapling pointed out.
“Yeah, ok, I think they are swapping for each section,” Hitoshi nodded, continuing on.
–for what was clearly an accident, but the promise of the man’s phone number had been far too tempting, especially considering they hadn’t been able to get the fucking gorgeous man out of their mind. Now they were here, in this coffee shop on what felt painfully like a date and fuck if CatasToshi didn’t want that to be the case.
When they were leaving the café, getting ready to say their farewells with no kiss in sight, CatasToshi did something that was probably– or well definitely– insanely stupid. They pinned Sapling to the wall, intent on stealing that fucking kiss they had been imagining since their first meeting. Only, as they did so, fear flashed in Sapling’s eyes and CatasToshi stumbled, ending up falling into the man and not even remotely gracefully pretending that was all it had been. All too quickly CatasToshi was excusing themself entirely from the interaction and speeding towards their house, horrified at the entire interaction.
Sapling chuckled. “Poor you.”
“Fuck off, if anyone were to back out of that, it would be you, bitch.”
“And how would you know?” The smirk was practically audible in Sapling’s voice.
“Well, I know I wouldn’t miss that opportunity,” Hitoshi replied, playing it off like a joke as though he wouldn’t be a complete flustered mess in Sapling’s presence because holy shit, if he was as hot as he sounded– and let’s be clear, Hitoshi didn’t really have a type when it came to looks– then fuck him, he would NOT be able to function.
“Guess we’ll never know if you’re telling the truth,” Sapling said, his tone way too fucking flirty to be real, like holy SHIT was this a fucking fantasy ass dream? Like what the fuck?? This could not be fucking real, no way.
“Wait, shit, I havent been fucking mining!” Hitoshi yelped, not sure exactly when during their conversation he had stopped. Immediately, Sapling’s laugh burst through his headphones loud and bubbly, almost uncontrollable in its joyful waves of melodic humour. Hitoshi’s heart raced at the fucking beautiful sound, they could listen to that laugh constantly for the rest of their life and die happy. Holy shit, the butterflies fucking filled their stomach at the idea of being in the presence of such a gorgeous sound. What was Hitoshi’s life? How the fuck had they gotten lucky enough to be here, talking to someone who could make them feel ways he had never felt before, and yet so painfully unlucky enough to never have have that become a real relationship?
Even if somehow Sapling did feel the same– which he doubted sincerely, considering it was clearly just jokes and playing up the bit. There was no way it would work. Not when Hitoshi looked the way he did. He knew the scars on his face were fucking ugly, ruining any shot at any relationship. Years with a muzzle on so tight it constantly cut into the skin, almost moulding into his face as it healed around the cursed thing would do that.
When Sapling recovered from his laugh, his voice cut through Hitoshi’s depressing ass thoughts, “Ok, so I’ll read this one since the author’s been switching POVs.”
“Sounds good,” Hitoshi agreed, grateful that their voice didn’t betray them.
+1) CatasToshi attempts the pin sapling again, goes to back out AGAIN (like a coward) and Sapling flips them around, pins them and kisses them.
Sapling:
U fell on me, in my books that means u owe me a coffee ;)
Sapling smiled at the message, giggling to himself slightly at the way–
A quiet curse could be heard on Sapling’s end, before he started stuttering. “Cat– CatsTosh– Katatshi– Catashi– Katoshi– Fuck me.”
Hitoshi gladly would. “You can just call me Cat or Toshi if you like, darling.”
A violent cough pierced through Hitoshi’s headphones, then, “Urgh, this is so embarrassing.” The sentence was quiet enough to indicate it wasn’t meant for anyone’s ears, but Hitoshi heard it anyway.
“You’re alright, sweetheart.”
When Sapling replied, it sounded oddly choked. “Yeah, yeah, sure. I’ll just go with Toshi, then.” And from then on, Sapling kept reading CatasToshi just as Toshi .
–CatasToshi was clearly struggling to answer, the bubbles popping up and vanishing before finally, finally , he got a reply.
CatasToshi:
Fuck ur right… same time and place as today but tomorrow?
Sapling:
Sounds like a plan xx
They did end up meeting up, and when CatasToshi pinned Sapling once more before awkwardly trying to back out of what was obviously supposed to be a kiss, Sapling simply grabbed them, flipping them both around so he was pinning CatasToshi against the wall and then after a quick check to see that they weren’t trying to get away from it, Sapling let himself lean forward, lips brushing against CatasToshi’s gently.
“Coward.”
“This author has absolutely no faith in my abilities to woo the fuck out of you, holy shit. I feel attacked,” Hitoshi grumbled, grinning slightly to himself as he made Sapling laugh. Fucking hell he was down BAD for this man.
Only once CatasToshi started kissing back did Sapling deepen it, allowing himself to become more forceful in the kiss. He gasped lightly when upon licking at CatasToshi’s lip ring their jaw dropped and mouth pressed forward as much as he could despite being pinned, closing over Sapling’s tongue and sucking at it. Fuck, that was HOT . Sapling leaned in even closer, shoving his tongue as far down CatasToshi’s throat as he could and moaning as they bucked up against him slightly. Fucking hell, Sapling would do absolutely anything for CatasToshi. That much was obvious now.
Before either of them could make a comment on the fanfiction, the first donation since they started reading chimed in, much to Hitoshi’s relief because fuck him he did not know if he would be able to speak after that holy SHIT. Plus, if it wasn’t for the distraction, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stop the desperate need to say something stupid like “I wish that was real” before it fell out of his mouth.
> MINABUTMAKEITSPARKLY GIFTED 1 SUB: Wowowowow!!! What is going ON!!!!!!
From his headphones, a light chuckle wafted over, before Sapling said, “Hi Mina.”
(SUBATHON TIMER: 92:51:04-)
— * —
Izuku was so glad he managed to catch the “We should do this in real life sometime” before it fell out of his mouth– Completely, anyways. Instead, he was glad for Mina being there to deescalate the situation, because his body was doing things , okay. But when she kept donating more subs and the subathon timer kept rising again after so long of no one donating – possibly because no one wanted to interrupt them, he broke up the conversation with Mina to say, “Okay sorry, can you please stop donating so maybe someone here gets some sleep soon– or in like, 94 hours.”
“I don’t need sleep, I need TreasureMine. I need to know where in this cave of unbalanced formulas squatteth the toad of truth.”
“Says the guy I caught strip mining because he fell asleep,” Izuku commented. “Anyways, chat, please refrain from donating for the next 94 hours. I’ll even convince him to sing again before the timer runs out if that persuades you.” For a moment, he waited to see chat’s reaction to make sure everyone was agreeing with the deal.
“Fuck you, you don’t have that much power over me.”
Izuku ignored that one, knowing he’d surely manage it somehow , and instead said, “Good. Thanks, chat! You guys are great. Now let’s move on to the next fic. This one’s by hhhinsertcardhere.” Then he started reading out the tags, before they began reading the fanfiction – this one was in Sapling’s POV, so it was Izuku’s turn to read.
CatasToshi calling Sapling everything under the sun except boyfriend
hhhinsertcardhere
Summary:
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Basically, catastoshi is using aLLL
the ways to call sapling theri s/o and
im here for it
“Hey my beautiful beloved,”
Izuku choked when he heard Toshi say that, but quickly brushed over it by reading.
CatasToshi smiled gently, his purple ears twitching and tilting towards Sapling, who grinned up at him, already listening for his answering words.
“Hey Toshi! You ready for our date?”
“Always,” CatasToshi said with a soft nod, wrapping his arms around Sapling loosely, “You?”
“Ready!”
Sapling loved dates with CatasToshi, the other man was always adorably sweet, happy to do pretty much anything provided Sapling was with him. They had done all kinds of dates, from simply walking together through the city, to cat cafes, to ice skating, to rock climbing. Tonight, they were going clubbing together.
For a second, Izuku paused, silently reading over the dates they’d done. Wow, he wouldn’t be able to do half of these in real life, or at least not in the typical way. Or Toshi would be doing them alone and Izuku would only be watching.
CatasToshi looked fucking stunning in his leather pants and long sleeve mesh shirt under a loose black button up with only a few of the lower buttons actually done up. Sapling on the other hand had gone for a more cutsie green sweater that slid off one shoulder, and a skirt that changed from a deep brown miniskirt into mesh that reached past his knees.
Walking to the club, Sapling felt himself curling into CatasToshi’s side when he heard someone catcalling him from somewhere. He was fine. He was with CatasToshi, and the moment CatasToshi’s protective arm slipped around his waist and snarled a warning ‘he’s my partner’, the person shut up.
“You ok, darling?” CatasToshi asked gently and Sapling nodded, relaxing slightly. They got to the club pretty quickly from there, immediately heading to the bar to get some drinks.
“Can I get an apple cider, please?” Sapling asked.
“Fun Fact,” Izuku started, “I actually hate apple cider. My favourite alcoholic drink is Strawberry Limoncello Spritz.”
“I bet they chose that because of your name,” Toshi pointed out, “Weirdly, despite my coffee addiction, I don’t actually like espresso martinis. My go to when I go out is fireball shots, they are fucking peak.”
“Of course, handsome,” the bartender replied with a wink. CatasToshi shoved himself forward from where he had stood diagonally behind Sapling, comfortable in letting his partner order drinks for the both of them.
“That’s MY soulmate you’re talking to,” CatasToshi said with a slight snarl to his voice.
“Wait, I’m supposed to snarl? Shit, let me try again. That’s MY soulmate you’re talking to ,” Toshi repeated, this time snarling the words.
Izuku stared at his phone’s screen, feeling his face burn with heat, not for the first time in the past hour. “Yep, that works.”
Sapling in turn rested his hand placatingly on CatasToshi’s, a quiet promise that he would never appreciate anyone’s advances other than CatasToshi’s. Thankfully, the bartender nodded, clearly getting the message.
The next person to hit on Sapling was a girl with a short black dress, tapping him on the shoulder and asking if he was willing to dance.
“That’s my other half you’re asking to dance, lay it off,” CatasToshi snapped before Sapling could even shake his head. CatasToshi just smiled at CatasToshi and nodded towards the dance floor, asking the boy he came with if he would dance with him.
“I smiled at myself? Pffft, I see there was an unfortunate loss caused by the No Beta We Die Like BlackWidow tag. In all honesty though, considering how fast these were put out, it’s impressive that this is the first obvious mistake we found,” Toshi chuckled.
“Trueee!”
When CatasToshi left to get them more drinks a while later, Sapling relaxed against one of the walls, waiting for his return.
“Hey there cutie,” Someone leered, gripping Sapling’s hand tight enough that he couldn’t pull away and placing a disgustingly wet kiss onto it.
“Oh, that’s so ew.”
“Chat, never fucking do this. If you are going to be a dramatic gremlin like this, at least hold their hand gently enough for them to pull away easily,” Toshi reminded them.
“ Be like Chat Noir, ” Izuku encouraged, thinking about a specific scene from Miraculous. Before Toshi could add anything to that there was a loud bang and several exceedingly loud thump sounds from his end of the call.
“Shit– sorry, my fucking cat just decided to pounce my microphone for some reason? Maybe he was– BOND!” Toshi screeched, “Fucking attention seeker, I think that was it. I think he decided the microphone was getting too much of my attention. He’s claimed my shoulders now though, so he should be chill for a while.”
Izuku laughed, not feeling one bit of empathy for Toshi in that moment.
Sapling desperately pulled his hand away, wiping it on his skirt in disgust, ready to verbally tear him to pieces, but before he could, CatasToshi appeared in front of him, hissing at the man, tail flicking side to side dangerously, ears twisted backwards in a clear sign of aggression to anyone who knew anything about cat body language.
“That is my fucking manwife, get out of my fucking sight,” CatasToshi growled and wisely the man took that as his cue to leave.
“Can we go?” Sapling asked quietly, and CatasToshi nodded, pulling Sapling with him and quickly closing out their tab, and leaving as fast as possible.
It was only once they were a comfortable distance away that Sapling spoke the words that he had been wondering. “Why do you never refer to me as your boyfriend? Like, I can tell it’s not you wanting to not say we are dating, because you say stuff like soulmate but you never say boyfriend and I’m just… confused?”
“Oh, I just… how do I say this without it sounding weird… uh… your gender seems… not cis if that makes sense? Like I don’t want to assume or anything but my gaydar keeps insisting you are genderqueer and I was worried you didn’t want to tell me yet but also might not like gendered language so I guess this is just what I settled on? I can do something different if you prefer? I don’t know why I didn’t just ask you–” CatasToshi explained, frantically stumbling over his words as he spoke in a quick rush.
Izuku paused. “Huh, that’s surprisingly accurate. Technically, I am genderqueer. Most of the time I still tell people that I go by he/him, simply because it’s easier than to explain how I feel about gender.”
“Fair, I do the same, although most people online know I use he/they since I have it on my profiles. I saw on your stream that you had the any pronouns tag though.”
“Yeah, I put that there because I don’t care which pronoun people use for me. Like call me ur– fucken– manwife, I don’t care.”
“Ok love, I’ll keep that in mind,” Toshi said, the smirk clear in his voice and Izuku spontaneously combusted. Luckily, his next lines were him stuttering anyway, so he didn’t have to worry about stumbling over his words.
“Oh– damn– I think you are the only person who’s ever worked it out– I mean I didn’t even know until well after we started dating and you have been doing this from the start. Holy shit. I– it means a lot Toshi. No one has ever done something like that for me before, and I didn’t even ask you to or anything and I just– thank you.”
“Always, my love. Do you mind telling me your pronouns if you know them?”
“Uh, I think I’m going with any pronouns at the moment,” Sapling smiled and CatasToshi hugged them close, whispering words of pride and comfort.
“Okay that’s this fic done! It was super cute and adorable, I loved it.”
“It really was quite awesome,” Toshi agreed, “I always love reading things with queer gender representation.”
(SUBATHON TIMER: 92:26:37-)
— * —
“Alright, what’s next? You can pull it up because I’ve got to keep mining,” Hitoshi asked, happy to continue letting Sapling lead this.
“We’ve got The Hoodie Thief by wdymimnotfunny . Something about a meme.”
“Well, the author’s name has me convinced it will be entertaining,” Hitoshi snorted, pulling the page up onto stream as Sapling read out the tags, “Alright, this one has a somewhat long author’s note, do you want to read it or shall I?”
“Feel free,” Sapling hummed.
The Hoodie Thief
wdymimnotfunny
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That one meme that goes
“Who broke it”
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Don’t mind me dumping in random
ocs because CatasToshi has no
friends and the only friend i know
about of Sapling’s is Mina and
I need more ppl for this fic
They aren’t important, just
background characters, but feel
free to ask me about them in the
comments and I will explain their
entire lore cus they are fully formed
ocs :D
“Well that’s lovely, I feel like I’m being mocked here,” Hitoshi groaned. This was the second fic to talk about their complete lack of friends. How delightful.
“Oh don’t worry, you definitely are. Loser. Imagine having no friends, lol.”
“You can’t talk, do you even have any friends outside of Mina?”
“ Duh ,” Sapling replied. “ You .”
Well if that didn’t make Hitoshi blush hard , he didn’t know what would. As it was, he was as red as a sunburnt 40 year old karen in the supermarket demanding to see the manager and it took all he had to not just pass away right then and there.
> MINABUTMAKEITSPARKLY DONATED 1 YEN: (money so it doesn’t add to the sub count because i wouldn’t betray my besties wishes) But anyways u r both friendless losers and i love it. Also just so yk, i have a better social life than the both of you COMBINED
“Fuck you, too, Mina,” Sapling grumbled.
“You know what, yeah, fuck you, Mina. We have each other, we don’t need you,” Hitoshi agreed with a snicker, taking Sapling’s easy teasing of his friend as permission for Hitoshi to join in, especially since Mina had actually started it.
“Good, now that that’s clear, let’s move onto the actual fic.”
“Alright, I think it’s my POV?”
“So, who stole it? I’m not mad. I just want to know,” CatasToshi hissed, glaring at the entire group after returning hoodie-less from his trip to his room to get said hoodie.
“I did. I stole it…” Sapling admitted quietly. It was too comfy–
“Oh, shit, wait, this is your POV, you do it,” Hitoshi yelped, stopping suddenly and letting Sapling take over. Any excuse to hear the other’s voice more often– Shut up.
–too soft, too big, too much a reminder of her partner. Of course she had stolen the soft lilac hoodie. How could she not. CatasToshi was always so busy with his streams and Sapling was starting to miss him. It had seemed a logical solution, but she hadn’t meant to keep it.
“No. No you didn’t. Chiruno?” CatasToshi said quickly, not seeming to even consider the idea that it was Sapling. Huh? That was odd. Especially because it had very distinctly been Sapling. Why was he arguing?
“Don’t look at me! Look at Aiko!” Chiruno squeaked, immediately throwing the blame to who Sapling guessed was simply the first person she saw, given they were both sitting on the floor directly across the coffee table from each other, their game of UNO paused by CatasToshi’s annoyed entrance.
“Oh wait, I think I know the meme this is referencing, the one with the broken coffee machine!” Hitoshi grinned to themself.
“You would know a meme about a coffee machine,” Sapling snorted obnoxiously, and Hitoshi wanted to argue, but it was pretty fair all things considered, especially when you accounted for the fact that Hitoshi themself was considered a coffee machine meme.
“What!? I didn’t steal it!” Aiko yelped.
“Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was stolen!?” Chiruno declared dramatically as though this were finalising evidence and not… something completely obvious.
“Because CatasToshi is standing right in front of us and it’s not here!” Aiko cried. To be fair, she was right, Chiruno’s argument made zero sense… although most of her arguments were like that to be fair.
“Suspicious,” Chiruno hissed.
“NO IT’S NOT!”
“If it matters… probably not… but I saw Akama go into CatasToshi’s room earlier,” Yuzuki offered with what Sapling could only guess was a true sincerity. She probably just wanted this over and done with so that they could hurry up and watch the movie.
“Liar! I don’t even wear hoodies!” Akama snapped, glaring daggers at Yuzuki. Sapling really needed to step in and tell them to stop fighting, because he could tell Akama was also honestly suspicious of Yuzuki now. This was going… poorly…
“Oh, really? Then what were you doing in CatasToshi’s room!?” Miharu argued back, seeming to side with Yuzuki on this– whether that was because he was siding with Yuzuki or because he had also seen Akama, Sapling truly did not know.
“That’s also what I would like to know,” Sapling mumbled, a sentiment Hitoshi greatly agreed with. Get the fuck out of his room, Akama.
“Me too, Sapling, me too. Why is Akama sneaking around in my room?” Hitoshi asked, because if anyone was in his room he wanted it to be Sapling– which– fuck, that was gay as hell and maybe a touch too obsessed. He needed to cool it and not be getting possessive over someone who was not even his fucking partner. If Sapling noticed, she would think it was fucking freaky as shit– because it was, why was he being so obsessive over nothing, holy fucking shit.
“I use my quirk to warm up CatasToshi’s room to trick their brain into sleepiness when I’m around, everyone knows that, Miharu,” Akama hissed. Oh yeah. Sapling forgot that was Akama’s doing and not just a heater CatasToshi always had on. It was great. It meant Sapling could curl up on the warm blankets and pillows like a cat. Wait, right, Sapling was supposed to stop this. He was the one who actually stole the hoodie after all.
“Ohh…”
“Ok, well I am a cat so that seems fair, and if it makes you comfy, who am I to complain?” Hitoshi asked before slapping a hand over their mouth, what the FUCK? Why had he just said that? What the fuck was wrong with him?
When Sapling didn’t reply for a full minute, Hitoshi started panicking. He had actually fucking ruined this for them, what the fuck? Shit, Sapling must fucking hate him now, holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit.
“Alright! Let’s not fight. I stole it. Let me go get it, Toshi.”
After all that fucking silence Sapling had the nerve to just continue onto the next line like nothing had happened? What the fuck!? And now Hitoshi had to pretend he was completely fine and A-OK and totally not a panicking fucking mess holy SHIT.
“No. Who stole it,” CatasToshi snapped, glaring at the room with all the hatred of someone who thought their inability to own up was the reason his boyfriend was taking the blame. Sapling WAS taking the blame, but that’s because he… you know… DID IT.
“Mina’s been awfully quiet,” Aiko pointed out in a half whisper.
“Oh REALLY!?”
A beat, then Sapling burst out laughing, pfft-ing and snorting, generally more reminiscent of a cackle than his earlier, melodic laughs.
“Yes, really!” Aiko insisted. From there, the entire room lit up with screaming and fighting as they argued over who it was, throwing blame, defending themselves, and causing insane levels of chaos.
Sapling stared at his friends in despair as they sank to what could only be described as an actual cat fight to the death. Sapling couldn’t even see how to break it up. What was he even supposed to do?
CatasToshi’s hand slipped onto Sapling’s shoulder and the boy leaned down, over the couch from behind him.
“I know you stole it. Don’t you dare own up to it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.”
“Toshi!” Sapling gasped, staring at his boyfriend with a mix of horror and adoration at the outright chaos. Yeah, this was not something she could stop. Not anymore at least, “Why!?”
“It was getting a little chummy around here,” CatasToshi smirked, kissing his partner on her forehead.
“That one was fucking hilarious, amazingly well written, thank you so much wdymimnotfunny.”
“Mina’s ‘ OH REALLY ’ was so accurate too, like I can practically hear her saying it,” Sapling laughed. Fuck Hitoshi wished they could hear that laugh all the time, it was so fucking adorable– well pretty much all the sounds Sapling made were, but that might just be Hitoshi’s gay little heart getting away from them again. They really needed to get that under control, holy shit .
(SUBATHON TIMER: 91:51:20-)
Notes:
“i love when my fans give me cat features, it is so fucking cute,” - bee subtly begging for more cat hitoshi fanart
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sap in the ff: run for ur life!
huffi, writing it: DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS, CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS---
toshi (someone who spent a lot of time as an injured child): “did you like my sickly children impersonation there?”
izuku (who had a similarly rough childhood): “it was beautiful. ten out of ten.”---
the ff: toshi growls
toshi (no questions asked): *actually growls*
izuku: *gay*---
toshi: “damn, we really are a great hero team.”
bee: in another universe :( *looks at my fics with them as hero partners*
huffi: IN ANOTHER LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEE----
bee: thinking about all the fics that got skipped cuz they r straight up smut, knowing for a fact toshi immediately reads those off stream
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huffi, hyperfixated on squid games atm: somehow, my brain sees the words "stupid" and "quirk" next to each other and thinks of "squid"
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toshi: *casually is a meme about coffee*
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izu: ALLIHEARISBESTJEANIST
izu: huh i think i regocnise that from the chat
alliheararejeans: ??? :O---
the ff within the ff authors note: "oh also !! Im using they/them for catastoshi and he/him for letsapling cus Im projecting myself and my crush into this but shhh no telling :O"
huffi (thinking that was a note from bee): wait u have a crush?????? I thought u didnt do that????
me: that was in character ;--;---
"coffee is the way to catastoshis heart" is btw a real tag in their universe. not just freeform-
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izuku: laughs
toshi: PRETTY LAUGH PRETTY AHH IM GAY---
izuku, in his brain: we should do this irl at some point
izuku, out loud: we should
izuku, in his brain: WAIT FUCK ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT---
toshi internal monologue: “i wish that was real”
izu internal monologue: “we should do this in real life sometime”---
“i don’t need sleep, i need treasuremine. I need to know where in this cave of unbalanced formulas squatteth the toad of truth.” - bee is just praying ppl get the reference and don't think they've fully lost it
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toshi: im so dom
izu: lol u thought
(they may be switches but lets b real in this fic, izuku is the dom more often than not)---
the "catastoshi calling sapling everything under the sun except boyfriend" fic being inspired entirely by how bee, huffi and nugget call eachother "manwives" "my love" "my beloved" is truely peak
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toshi: snarls the line
izuku: *gay*---
“i smiled at myself? pffft, i see there was an unfortunate loss caused by the no beta we fie like blackwidow tag." - bee deciding to be funny after huffi pointed out the mistake they had missed when writing at way too late at night and keeping the typo in
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"they had done all kinds of dates, from simply walking together through thecity, to cat cafes, to ice skating, to rock climbing-"
huffi: :)---
toshi: fireball shots
huffi: :)
bee: :)
denki: ... .... :D---
toshi: never fucking do this
huffi, remembering a scene from s1 miraculous:
izu: be like chat noir
huffi: :D---
the hoodie thief being a fic i had already written but not finished, and i turned 1a characters into the ocs to make it make sense is so funny to me- ANYWAYS if u wanna know who was originally who, lmk- actually wait no i wanna hear ur guesses first >:) - bee
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izu and toshi 🤝 huffi and bee
being genderqueer to a point where u dont care abt gender---
izu: like call me ur fucken
huffi: I LOVE MY MANWIVES
izu: manwife, dk---
HONOURABLE MENTION FOR "as it was, he was as red as a sunburnt 40 yo karen in the supermarket demanding to see the manager"
bee: huffi's descriptions for how red someone can be are always peak---
no one:
absolutely no one:
izu and toshi: getting mad at a random oc for being in toshis room---
toshi: well i am a cat so that seems fair, and if it makes u comfy, who am i to complain?
izu: *gay panic*
toshi: fml why do i have to ruin everything---
this chapter was great, but imo the next one's gonna be even better >:) cya tuesday. toodles ;) -huffi
Chapter 4: *cutely has a panic attack in front of a million people*
Notes:
yum, angst -huffi
it was getting a bit chummy around here >:) -bee
prepare for: angst, panic attacks (both from an outsider pov and from the one having the panic attack), self-loathing, muzzles, uhh...
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Izuku swiped down the fics, reading all the smutty tags on more than half of them until he reached the bottom one. It was called ‘ let me hear your voice ’ and aside from the relationship and character tags, only contained one other tag. Hurt/Comfort.
“This one seems a little…Hard to tell what’s going on, because there’s no summary and the creator chose not to use archive warnings. It’s definitely hurt/comfort, though. The title says ‘let me hear your voice’ so it could maybe be something about you singing?” Izuku mused.
“Yeah, that sounds fine to me, we can always stop if it gets weird, who wrote it?”
“Definitely,” he agreed, then checked the author. “It says ‘ insideVent ’. Thank you for writing this, insideVent! This is by the way the last fanfiction I deem appropriate enough to read on stream. But now, let’s start! It’s in my POV.”
let me hear your voice
insideVent
Notes:
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(See the end of the work for notes .)
Morning dew made the world shimmer around Sapling, drawing light and joy in all of its beauty. Leaves rustled due to the slight breeze wafting through the city and the cool air embracing joggers on an early run. With the sunrise, the trees glittered as they reflected the light and flowers sparkled on the grass. Most enjoyably, the actual city noise was hard to hear out here, so the birds chirping and occasional thump of running shoes on the pathways dominated the hushed, serene environment. It was quiet. It was haven. It was perfect.
“That does sound nice,” Toshi commented and Izuku could only agree. The author was describing a truly beautiful scenery, and maybe some part of Izuku wanted to go on a date with Toshi there.
Sapling could feel nature growing uneasy around her, so she let her gaze sweep across the park, trying to spot what was out of place. Nothing seemed to be, but they kept looking. Then, in the distance, they noticed someone approaching. At first, he thought it was just another morning jogger, but the closer they got, the more Sapling realised that they knew this someone.
Reflexively, they rose from their seat– almost forgetting their tablet nestled in their lap, but remembering it just in time to catch it from falling. That was CatasToshi, running past trees that cried out in agony when his hunched form got too close. Worry flooded Sapling’s mind and he grabbed his things to meet CatasToshi in the middle, feet already carrying him to the purple haired man before his brain could fully register what was happening.
“Toshi–!” Sapling started to greet his boyfriend, only to start with horror when he realised the state he was in. “–Toshi…”
But CatasToshi didn’t even acknowledge Sapling’s presence, pushing past him as if he was just another stranger and running towards the nearest wall of hedges where Sapling knew the park held a few private spots in between. Swallowing her concerned tears, Sapling followed CatasToshi, to make sure he’d end up alright. Because right now, his boyfriend wasn’t alright– right now, a big, painful-looking muzzle sat right in the middle of CatasToshi’s face.
The thought alone made Sapling walk faster– run faster– to catch up with his boyfriend. Quickly, they stepped around a corner to one of the private spots encased by tall hedges with only a small gap. When Sapling pushed themselves through said gap, they found CatasToshi curled up on the ground, pressed into the “corner” furthest away from the entry. It wasn’t far away in total, since the spot hardly covered a complete square metre, but it still seemed like a tactic to be as separated from the outside world as physically possible.
“Oh, Toshi,” Sapling sighed, still holding back tears to stay strong when their boyfriend clearly needed them. Carefully, they sank to their knees in an attempt to make eye contact with the shaking bundle that was CatasToshi, but there was no response. “Love, can you hear me? A little nod is enough.” It took a long moment full of worry until finally, finally , a short, jerky nod came from the man.
“Okay, good. That’s good. I’m here, you’re not alone. I’m here for you. You’ve got all my undivided attention,” The words bubbled from Sapling’s mouth without much thought, possibly an attempt to calm herself as much as she was trying to calm CatasToshi. “May I take…it off? I’ll need to touch you for that. If you don’t want me to touch you right now, that’s okay. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Almost immediately, CatasToshi frantically nodded and only now Sapling spotted the big, fat tears his sweet, sweet boyfriend had been trying to hide.
“Oh honey,” Sapling choked out, then slowly moved closer, making sure to have his movements look as predictable as possible so he wouldn’t startle CatasToshi. “I’m going to touch you now, okay?” Another nod followed right away and Sapling carefully reached out, only now seeing his hands shaking. But that was nothing in comparison to the agonised look in CatasToshi’s eyes when his hands placed themselves on the back of his boyfriend’s head to reach for the muzzle stop, keeping the horrid thing firmly in place. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, unable to hold the tears back any longer. “I’ve got you.” The moment in which Sapling’s fingers fiddled with the lock until it came undone at last felt like hours, though it might’ve been hardly ten seconds.
As soon as the disgusting contraption disconnected from CatasToshi’s bloodied face, Sapling flung it far away from them, shuffling closer on his knees until the two of them were tightly pressed up against one another. Sobs fell from both their lips and their trembling hands gripped together desperately, trying to comfort their love when they were falling apart themselves.
Eventually, CatasToshi found his voice and croaked a hoarse,
Silence.
Izuku’s eyes flickered up from her phone’s screen to see her laptop displaying an eerily frozen image. Toshi had stopped mining and the fanfiction was many paragraphs behind. For a moment, she thought his computer was unresponsive due to some sort of glitch and she moved his cursor across the monitor, but everything worked smoothly as always and chat was still happily sprouting a thousand messages a second. “...Toshi?” Her heart started racing at the many, many horrible scenarios her brain immediately provided her with. Fuck . She’d been so immersed into the fanfiction– because fucking hell, that was written so intensively– that she hadn’t realised when Toshi had stopped listening. Or being present. Or something. Did he have a heart attack? What if he had some sort of medical condition? How was Izuku supposed to be able to help? “Toshi, are you okay?” Her voice sounded as shaky and breathless as he felt. “Please, answer.”
All of a sudden the silence was broken by a heart wrenchingly ragged breath, the following sob too fucking loud and broken and desperate to be anything other than pure panicked haze. Painful helplessness squeezed Izuku’s heart.
“Toshi, can you hear me? I– uh, fuck.” He couldn’t even see if the man might’ve nodded.
No response.
“Okay, okay,” he pressed his own eyes shut to not see the millions of worried messages scrolling at the side of his computer’s screen. It wasn’t helping him think. Izuku wasn’t helping Toshi. How could he even help? He was powerless. “It’s okay, just– If you can hear me, please, take a deep breath. Okay? I’ll– I’ll breathe with you. Together. If you’re able to, maybe try turning up your volume so you can hear me better. I’m– I’m going to start now.” Then he exaggerated his deep breath in, making sure to have it be as loud as possible so hopefully Toshi could hear it even if they didn’t turn the volume up. “In– two, three, four. Hold– two, three, four. Out– two, three, four.” With every instruction, he did it first, as loud and exaggerated as possible. He didn’t know what else to do, how else he could possibly help when he was so far away and couldn’t even see Toshi. The breathing exercise gave him something to focus on and the barest sliver of hope that maybe he was doing something that helped Toshi. Fuck, he felt like Sapling in the fanfiction, holding back tears, knowing his friend was suffering– but it was worse, because he didn’t know if he was even helping.
Three loud pings pierced through the devastating silence, causing Izuku’s eyes to open with surprise. He just barely saw the last of Mina’s concerned string of messages disappearing, followed by a new one appearing.
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:38, 18/03/2160
U should turn off the stream!! Everyon’es watching
Oh, if he could, he’d do it in a heartbeat . He swallowed. “Toshi? If you can hear me, I need you to turn the stream off. The button is in the corner of your screen, the red one, remember? It says ‘ end stream ’. Please.”
But Toshi’s breaths were still ragged, still pained and choked and fucking broken beyond measure, hoarse sobs stuttering loudly between those desperate gasps for air. Clearly brutally unaware of the more than a million people currently being witness to his panic attack. Fuck, he had to do something. Anything.
“Please, give him some privacy. Leave the stream, go watch someone else or take a fucking walk or something. But please leave, this is nothing any of you should be a part of.” Izuku stared at his screen, but the number of viewers hardly lessened. Only a few decent people had actually left. “Get the fuck out of here,” he begged, his words taking on an aggressive edge as he struggled to cope with the immense amount of worry and frustration and self-loathing surging inside of him. “ Leave .” But nothing changed.
Tears formed in their eyes, but they refused to let them fall. Instead, they got distracted by another of Toshi’s loud sobs and their heart ripped into a billion tiny shards. Quietly, they cursed to themself, but quickly decided to give up on that tactic to focus back on who actually needed it.
“Toshi, please ,” she pleaded, unsure of what she was asking for. She was too desperate for too many things. “Just– At least, end the stream, ‘kay? You can do that for me, I know it. Please. I care about you so fucking much and too fucking many people are here to see you be vulnerable and you don’t deserve them breaching your right for privacy. I–”
Finally, fucking FINALLY, the stream snapped to black, ending abruptly with no prior notice. Still, Toshi remained painfully silent outside of the ragged breaths but at least this was a sign he was somewhat aware now, or at least had been for that split second.
“Toshi,” Izuku gasped with relief. They weren’t out of the woods yet, but it was at least a reaction. Izuku would take absolutely anything at this point. Fortunately, it was just the two of them now. “Toshi, can you talk to me?”
Fucking silence. Not even a breath or a sob or anything, just… silence. Echoing and almost loud in its oppressive force. No, then .
“That’s– That’s okay.” Get your fucking shit together. Fucking damn it, trying to calm someone from a panic attack was already nerve wrackingly difficult, but trying to help someone who was who knows where and you couldn’t see them whilst they’re unable to verbally communicate? Fucking torture. “We’ve got this.” Because what the fuck else was he supposed to say?
“I’m here, okay? I don’t– I don’t know what caused this, but I don’t care and you don’t have to tell me. Just know that I’m here and I’m listening and if you need anything I can provide, I’ll give it, no questions asked. Just–” What if he asked Izuku to leave him alone? He’d do it, of course, but it’d be the worst part of all that has been happening. “Just take care of yourself, okay? You can do that, I’m sure. I trust that you’re able to.”
For a while, Izuku let the silence ring, unable to find the right words. They nearly burst into tears seven times, but they held them back.
“I’m– I’m sorry, I’m doing nothing to help. I feel so useless.” Useless Deku, good for nothing. “I’m just– really worried, and if maybe there’s a chance that my incoherent rambling does help, then I don’t want to stop.” Izuku rubbed their thumbs on the rubber of their wheelchair tires, trying desperately to get some of the anxious energy out through it.
Taking a deep breath, they continued, “So even if I’m repeating myself with this, know that I’m here. Whatever you need. I’ll even travel across Japan if you want me to.” Even if afterwards, they won’t be talking anymore. “What matters most to me is that you’re okay. I need you to be okay . It doesn’t have to be right now, but… soon, if possible. I hate to know you’re suffering. You’re too sweet and good of a person to be suffering like this. So… yeah.”
It took a moment, then Izuku found something to talk about. “Since you’re unable to talk– which is totally fine! I’ll just– tell you some of mine and Mina’s idiotic actions. That way I don’t sound like a broken record and you get something better to listen to.”
Silence.
“Let’s start with the time we tried to make cookies from scratch. Spoiler alert: it ended with flour all over my kitchen and Mina spending four hours deep cleaning it before rushing to work. With two hours of sleep. It all started when I couldn’t sleep…” And then Izuku went on and on about some of their stupidest anecdotes, eventually finding himself so deep in the stories as he relived some of his funniest days that he almost missed the ping of an incoming Discord message.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:17, 18/03/2160
im so fking srry im so fuckrd up i fcked ths al up so bsd im so ducking sorrt
Izuku paused, needing a moment to register who just sent him what and as soon as he did, his heart started pounding in his ears again. “Toshi,” he whispered, not even noticing it was happening. Then he read over the message again, trying to calm his thoughts so he could reply, “It wasn’t your fault. You’re okay. I’m sorry that it happened.”
For a beat, there’s no reaction– No message, no talking. Izuku anxiously moved her cursor across the monitor, only to notice that Toshi had muted himself. Fuck. How was she going to tell if Toshi started panicking again? She’d be even more useless than she’d already been.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:19, 18/03/2160
i shul d have stoepped or vhecked it or fcking idfk i shuld gave checked it that shuldntvehappened
“No, you couldn’t have known. I was the one who picked it, I should’ve skimmed over it or something. You’re not at fault for this. There– There was something that triggered you,” It was the muzzle, wasn’t it? That’s why he wasn’t speaking. “And the author didn’t tag it or give any warnings. Unless one of us read it beforehand, we wouldn’t have been able to know what was going to happen.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:22, 18/03/2160
i know my fuckng triggerss i shulvr chedcked it or read it befroe streams to makedsure or smthing that shuldntve happent
> catastrophetoshi — 13:22, 18/03/2160
fuck igotta appologise tochat thery didntsign upfor that
“You didn’t know we’d read them, so you couldn’t have read it first. And no, you don’t have to apologise. Maybe you should let them know you’re okay, but only when you’re ready, so take all the time you need. Okay?” Izuku was starting to grow a little more confident with talking to Toshi whilst the other was muted. As long as the messages kept going, she knew Toshi was at least responsive.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:23, 18/03/2160
I shudlve said no or someting im dso fckitn dum
“ No, you’re not. I also could’ve said we should stop. It was the last fanfiction on the page, though, so I didn’t want to leave chat hanging all of a sudden. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry this happened.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:24, 18/03/2160
its noturfuckkng fauult im a mesz
“That’s not what I was saying. I just– You’re not a mess, okay? Everyone has something that can trigger them, or almost everyone, anyways. I also have triggers, and I know what kind of bullshit has to happen for someone to react so violently to them. You don’t deserve that.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:25, 18/03/2160
this is scuh a fcukin mess i kust gukc i need to tweet domthing to my fans i feel so trashy asiing anymore of u but can u nhekp me word it
> catastrophetoshi — 13:25, 18/03/2160
my fans r rightnn about my lack of friedns
“Of course I’ll help,” Izuku agreed easily. I’ll do anything for you. “Don’t feel bad about it, I’m happy to help you with whatever you need me to. And remember – I also don’t have any friends. Aside from Mina, but we’re ignoring that right now. We’ve got each other, right?”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:26, 18/03/2160
yea
“Okay, good,” Izuku couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face, despite the circumstances, happy that Toshi was agreeing and also relieved. “Now, what do you want to tell them? I can write it down so you only need to copy paste it to Twitter.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:26, 18/03/2160
sorry for the mess on stresm im ok i just need to take a breaak for a bit the subatthon will be back soon and well continure frm where we were at with subtimer
> letsapling257 — 13:29, 18/03/2160
Hey guys,
I’m sorry for the issues on stream, I’m okay. I just need to take a break for a bit
The Subathon will be back soon and we’ll continue from where we were at with the Timer.
Thanks for your understanding
“This good for you? I can rewrite it if you don’t like it,” Izuku asked, one of their thumbs rubbing over their wheelchair’s tire again.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:29, 18/03/2160
tysm i dont deservre this
“You deserve the world.” Wait, fuck, had he said that out loud? “Uh– I mean– Sorry, you’re just– a really good guy and– um, I’ll shut up now.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:30, 18/03/2160
pls dont
“Oh, okay. I won’t, then?” Gods, why was Izuku such a mess? Maybe he should also switch to just messages, then he could double check what he was saying before saying it. “Cool. … Maybe you should eat something, now that you’re already taking a – much needed – break. I’ll eat with you… If you want?”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:33, 18/03/2160
https://x.com/catastoshi/status/061230812331
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|| Hey guys,
|| I’m sorry for the issues on stream,
|| I’m okay. I just need to take a break
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> catastrophetoshi — 13:30, 18/03/2160
yea that son\uds good idk what to eat tho
“Hmm… What’s your favourite food? Or do you have a comfort food?” Immediately, Izuku started wondering. What would he like? She’d love to try whatever Toshi thought tasted the best.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:30, 18/03/2160
i think imma get a cheese pizzza
“Sounds great, I’ll also order a pizza!”
— * —
There was something oddly calming about the way Sapling didn’t expect Hitoshi to speak, about how happy the man seemed to be to just let him be a fucking mess– and he was a fucking mess, holy shit. He should never have let himself have a breakdown on stream , but it was too late now. It was what it was, and for probably the first time in his life, someone was here to help him through his breakdown.
All too often the complete emptiness of being alone would just extend the breakdown, it was his fault he was alone. Him and his stupid quirk and maybe if he muzzled himself, maybe then people could stand him. No. He knew he couldn’t, shouldn’t, think like that, but it was so damn hard not to. Sapling didn’t know. His fans didn’t know. That was the only reason they didn’t hate him. That was all there was to it. That was it. There was no other reason, no being bearable and funny, nothing like that, nothing that mattered in the long run. His quirk was here, ruining all of it and as soon as they found out about it, all this would be for nothing.
Sapling’s presence was weirdly calming with the comforting barrier between them, the lack of Hitoshi’s mic making it feel a thousand times safer, and the ability to message Sapling made up for the anxiety he often got when he was like this and completely unable to talk. Being able to message and be heard felt oddly safe, like Sapling would hear him and care regardless of his quirk. He knew it wasn’t true, knew that the moment Sapling knew, he’d hate Hitoshi, but still, the comfort was there, as broken and unconfident as it was.
Their hands shook as they typed, but Sapling never once commented on it, never mocked it or even seemed to notice it. He just accepted it, accepted Hitoshi’s broken typing as though it were completely normal and not at all fucked up despite the fact that it was deeply fucked up.
“Ok, so I found this place to order from, seems good, do you have a place you usually order from?”
Hitoshi smiled lightly at the screen. Despite everything, Sapling was here just being a comforting presence and reminding them to do shit they would normally forget, like eating.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:34, 18/03/2160
yea ill ujst nuy rfom my normal place
Hitoshi did their best to control the shaking slightly as they typed, but they truly couldn’t summon the energy to fix the typos after they wrote the message. Thankfully, Sapling really didn’t seem to mind. Hitoshi quickly sent in their comfort order to the pizza place near them, thankful to their easy online ordering system that didn’t require him to speak at all.
“Good job, sweetheart.”
Hitoshi’s heart flipped at the soft words, unable to help how many butterflies flooded his stomach at the sound of Sapling’s voice. It wasn’t fair how easily he could swap Hitoshi from anxious, terrified worry into a flustered mess.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:36, 18/03/2160
i uh im rlly sorry about this im just uh
> catastrophetoshi — 13:39, 18/03/2160
muzzles r a big trigger for me
Hitoshi’s fingers hovered over the send button for a long time. This felt… dangerous as fuck, he had never told anyone about this before but at the same time it was probably more then obvious at this point, and after all Sapling had stuck around this long, he deserved to know some of it. There was no way in hell he would tell Sapling what his quirk was or about the fuckass ugly scars, but he could do this much. He clicked send.
“Thank you for trusting me with that information,” Sapling replied almost immediately, her words soft, sincere and free of any judgement. She was too fucking perfect, too fucking beautifully amazing. Too fucking kind and thoughtful and sweet. Too fucking lovely.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:42, 18/03/2160
yea i uh thiught u deserved somekinda explanation after allthis shti
“You don’t owe me anything. I had enough context to know what was happening and that was enough for me. All that matters is that you’re okay.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:42, 18/03/2160
tysm for being here fro me i cant word hoiw much it means to me
Hitoshi was glad his shaking hands were finally starting to get more under control, even if he was biting the side of his mouth in concentration to try to calm them. Still, he would take what he could get.
“Of course, you’re my friend, I care about you.”
Hitoshi’s heart somehow managed to both rebuild itself and shatter at the word. ‘Friend’ . Hitoshi had never had a friend before, not once. The thought that they had a friend felt so fucking fantastical, like an actual dream come true and a blessing from the heavens themselves, but some stupid, cruel , part of Hitoshi’s brain screamed just a friend. Never anything more. STOP. They needed to stop his stupid fucking brain; why was it being like this. Of course Sapling was a friend, and that was fucking amazing, how selfish did they have to be to ever want anything more? What the fuck was their problem? They should be happy here, they had a friend , not be fucking upset that it wasn’t more than this. Seriously. They needed to get themself the fuck under control. This was more than they deserved anyway.
A distant ding-dong came through Hitoshi’s headphones, followed by Sapling saying, “Oh that’s probably the dizza pelivery– UH delivery pizza– wait. Ugh , you get what I mean. I’ll be right back!”
Hitoshi smiled lightly at the screen, finding comfort in the background noise of Sapling’s house. Weirdly, they couldn’t hear any footsteps, although they did hear some other sound they couldn’t quite place, but they shrugged it off, focusing back on their keyboard. They may as well take advantage of this time alone to get out the next fucking embarrasing message.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:44, 18/03/2160
u r the first person ive told about this, i just- i- fuck this feels wierd idk how to write this, uh ig im trying to say thank u for being so fucking nice and uh caring about me ig?
> catastrophetoshi — 13:44, 18/03/2160
fuck that sounded pathetic uh
> catastrophetoshi — 13:45, 18/03/2160
i just u r rlly amaznig and im so fcking happy i found this stupid game
> catastrophetoshi — 13:45, 18/03/2160
ugh i feel like such a mess but i hope im getting worss out correctly just uh tysm
Faintly, Hitoshi heard the sound of Sapling thanking the delivery person, and then more rustling and moving as he came back towards the microphone, already rambling apologies for being too long which, like… He had barely been two minutes? That was more than reasonable.
“Okay let me check what you said–” There was a short pause as Sapling read his messages, then, “Oh, oh. That’s– that’s really sweet. I appreciate that you trusted me enough to tell me and I’m really glad to have met you, too. You deserve all the good things, Toshi. I know we only just met, but you’re really important to me. I– yeah. Yeah. I’m–” Sapling paused for a moment, seeming to hesitate over the words before pushing ahead and saying it. “I feel bad that you’ve been so vulnerable and I haven’t told you anything. Um… Back in middle school, I dated my bully for a few weeks. It was really toxic and fucked up.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:47, 18/03/2160
fuck that sounds so fucking awful im so sorry
> catastrophetoshi — 13:47, 18/03/2160
u dont have to tell me anything u dont want to i promise i wont mind but also if u do wanna talk about stuff, im here for u, like u were here for me
“It’s okay– I’ve had worse, I mean I–” Sapling cut themselves off, seemingly realising what they had just said and backtracking immediately, “No, forget I said that. Uh– Thank you, I really appreciate that. If you ever want to talk about more, the same goes for you.”
> catastrophetoshi — 13:48, 18/03/2160
i fear the ‘ive had worse’ does not make it better love, and im not gonna ignore that
> catastrophetoshi — 13:49, 18/03/2160
even if u dont want to tell me about it(which is completely fine) i refuse to be someone who ignores ur pain
> catastrophetoshi — 13:49, 18/03/2160
ik what thats like andd i will not be that to someone else
“Thank you, really. I– Ah, I don’t know what to say, you’re too sweet. Thank you, Toshi.”
Hitoshi wanted to curl up at the words and let them just repeat again and again, despite how untrue they felt. They had never once been described as ‘sweet’. Even their fans knew they weren’t. Some were crazy enough to say their voice was hot, but that was just fan behaviour. Sweet, though? Not a chance. They were gruff and unapproachable even without the scars. They were not sweet. They could never be sweet. No one who truly knew them would look at them and go ‘that human is sweet’. Not even Sapling.
Before Hitoshi could say anything, the doorbell rang and he winced.
> catastrophetoshi — 13:47, 18/03/2160
shit my food just got here brb
Hitoshi could only pray that the delivery driver wouldn’t try to talk to him as he pulled on the mask he kept by his door. He opened the door, holding his hands out ready to take the pizza, offering his tip in one hand.
“Can you please show me your face? It’s company policy in case of villain attacks,” the man requested, and it took all Hitoshi had not to visibly wince at the words. Even more, it took way too much effort to bring his hand up to his face, but after a few seconds, he forced his hand to the edge of the mask, taking a deep breath before pulling it down. “What the fuck is that?”
Hitoshi just pressed his hands out, desperately hoping the pizza delivery man would give it to him and fucking leave. Holy shit. Leave him be. Please .
“No, like seriously, what the fuck happened to your face?”
Hitoshi couldn’t help the tears welling up in their eyes as they shook their head frantically and pressed the money at the man, practically begging him to just leave the pizza and GO.
“Are you like a villain or something?”
Hitoshi choked, desperate and devastated and painfully aware of everything around them. “Please,” They practically sobbed, pressing the money further at the man, desperately needing him to leave.
“What?” The man asked, either fucking oblivious or an actual asshole. Hitoshi held back the next sob and just forced out the command, tugging on his quirk and grabbing the pizza.
“ Leave .” The word rang out desperately as he pulled the pizza out of the man’s hands, shoving the door shut and slumping to the ground, letting his face fall into his hands as he curled into a tight ball. He was ok. He was ok. He was fine . The person was gone. He was safe. He was alone. No one would know. They wouldn’t know. They wouldn’t come for him. There was no one to muzzle him now. He was safe. He was out. He was safe. He had to be.
Faintly, they felt their phone vibrate as the discord alert sounded, and all of a sudden they were brought back to the present. Sapling was here. Sapling was waiting on call for them, and Hitoshi was just curled up in a fucking ball and shaking like they were back in that cursed house with that cursed muzzle and they just– They couldn’t. They needed to go back; needed to explain what was happening but they couldn’t. They couldn’t. They– fuck. They needed to breathe, needed to get themself under control. Needed to shove down this stupid panic over nothing. Nothing even fucking happened. What were they even doing here? What the fuck? Pull yourself together, Hitoshi.
Slowly, achingly slowly, he forced himself up to standing and stumbled back to his computer to check his messages, just barely remembering to grab the pizza he no longer wanted to eat.
> letsapling257 — 13:58, 18/03/2160
it’s been a while, was there an issue with your order?
> catastrophetoshi — 14:03, 18/03/2160
fuck srry ir jst i thre was a- idk the guyt wasd beeeing weirrd
Hitoshi hated how fucking shaky his hands were as he sent the message and undeafened on call so he could hear Sapling speak.
Notes:
insidevent (the ff author's name) being a combination between "inside voice" and "vent" makes me (bee) insanely happy - this is someone who has some form of voice quirk, has been forced to wear a muzzle, and write this vent fic basically just wishing they had had someone like izu and that breaks my heart in the best way
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fic!sap: almost forgetting their tablet nestled in their lap, but remembering it jut in time to catch it from falling
huffi: hah, the actual izu would never have that issue, LOL---
"they weren't out of the woods yet, but it was at least a reaction"
huffi: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET? ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS? ARE WE IN THE CLEAR YET, ARE WE IN THE CLEAR YET, ARE WE IN THE CLEAR YET, IN THE CLEAR YET? GOOD---
izu: useless deku
huffi, still hyperfixated on squid game atm: USELESS DDAKJI??---
(a year or two in the past)
izu at 2am: i cant sleep
mina: ok well then lets make cookies
*two hrs later*
the kitchen: a mess
izu: basically passed out
mina: ok well- *proceeds to spend hours cleanin the kitchen cus izu is finally sleeping and hed struggle with cleaning it on his own and she has to work*---
toshi: *cant speak*
toshi: i could msg him!
toshi: first msg so incoherent from shaking hands that he didn't even bother sending it
toshi: eventually sends a msg, accepting the typos, because he feels fucking awful for leaving izu without any sign he's ok---
toshi: help
izu: ill do anything for u
huffi: GAY
bee: GAY
denki: GAY
*one min later*
toshi: i dont deserve this
izu: u deserve the world <3
huffi: GAY
bee: GAY
denki: GAY---
izu: I’ll shut up now.”
toshi: pls dont
^ toshi knows for a fact that if izu stops talking, his brain is gonna be like "he knows ur quirk, that's y he's not talking" and he cannot cope with that rn---
toshi: for probably the first time in his life, someone was here to help him through his breakdown
bee: technically it's the second time, but he's not exactly aware enough to remember that properly he's just surprised---
izu: u ma fwiend!
toshi: *gasp* fwiend???
toshi: :( jus fwiend?????---
"just a friend. never anything more"
reminds me/huffi a lot of "always a bridesmaid, never the bride"----
toshi: *wants to be more than friends
toshi: wow that's so selfish of me I'm such a monster and also it wuld never happen don't be silly
huffi and bee: he's so dumb and sad but we love him---
no one:
absolutely no one:
izu when the doorbell rings: dizza pelivery- delivery pizza-
(my guy chanelled his inner marinette ffr)---
izu: back in middle school, i dated my bully-
everyone reading: WHA
huffi: oops my hand slipped.
izu: ive had worse
huffi: :)---
huffi: *talks about izu's backstory*
bee: IF U GET TO HAVE TRAUMA I WANT TRAUMA!---
toshi: *having a breakdown*
izu: *accidentally lets depressing shit slip*
toshi: *immediately concerned*
toshi: *panicked protective therapist mode*---
pizza guy: it’s company policy in case of villain attacks
hitoshi "i'm a villain" shinsou: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck---
*heres some space for everyone who wants to kick/punch toshis pelivery driver*
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cya tuesday :D
Chapter 5: QNA – queer nonsense association
Notes:
I HAVE A JOB NOW! and the worst part abt it is that my schedule no longer aligns with bees (timezone) :( sometimes when i get home bee is gonna be ASLEEP already. a crime. (that ill be getting home at that time. not that bee is hopefully having a somewhat healthy sleep schedule.) jokes aside tho, imo the times r pretty fine. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT I NO LONGER CAN TALK TO BEE WHEN I GET HOME SOMETIMES- -huffi
I've been suffering as consequence for Huffi's jobs this is a crime against all Bees :( - Bee
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Warnings: continued anxiety from last chapter ig? And online harassment/hate comments
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Izuku sat in silence, worrying his fingers over already slightly worn down spots on his wheelchair tires until he saw Toshi undeafen. “Oh, you’re back! Yay!” His concern was luckily overshadowed by the cheeriness in his voice, since he was genuinely happy to have Toshi back, but the amount of typos in his last message had been alarming. What had happened to make his hands shake so much? Clearly, Toshi was capable of typing without any mistakes, since before he left, his messages had been completely comprehensible. “Does your pizza also smell so nice? I got really hungry waiting for you, but I didn’t want to start eating without you.”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:03, 18/03/2160
u ddint hVe to waitt forvme
“Of course I was going to wait for you! We wanted to eat together, no?”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:03, 18/03/2160
yyea/?
“See! So it would’ve been rude if i just started before you returned. You did bring your pizza, right? Let’s eat, because now that you’re back I can’t restrain myself for much longer,” Izuku didn’t know where she got all the energy from to sound so excited when all she was doing was worrying over what might’ve happened with the delivery guy. “ Itadakimasu !”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:04, 18/03/2160
iitaddakimadsu
> catastrophetoshi — 14:04, 18/03/2160
ii mightt nto eaat jjusr yet but u shusld
As soon as Izuku read those words, her stomach dropped and her appetite lessened even more. “Are– are you sure? It’s pizza, you like pizza, right? If you need another moment, I’m happy to wait.”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:05, 18/03/2160
yyea ii like itr iim jussst nort hungrye judst yedt
For some reason, it felt like a lie. Toshi had agreed to ordering the pizza, so they must’ve been at least a little hungry, right? What was she supposed to do now? Izuku glanced down at the pizza in her lap and felt disappointed at the lack of appetite. Just a few minutes ago, the pizza had looked delicious with the shiny warm fat on top and the perfect crust at the border, but now it hardly looked edible. She couldn’t ask if Toshi was sure again and she felt awkward to say she’d also lost her appetite all of a sudden. “Okay,” she said, barely loud enough to be picked up by the microphone.
Then she decided to at least have a slice anyway, because it’d be stupid to have it go even colder and also she hadn’t even had breakfast, so her body needed it. ( Even if the pizza suddenly tasted like ash instead of all the rich flavours he’d imagined– And he was pretty sure that wasn’t the pizzeria’s fault.)
> catastrophetoshi — 14:08, 18/03/2160
hhows hte ppizza
Izuku blinked up at the screen when the message showed up, and hesitated to answer. “Oh, you know, not as good as it’d be if you’d be here eating it with me.”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:08, 18/03/2160
oh uh ii wiwsh i weree threr wiith u ttoo
Upon reading the message, Izuku realised what he’d said, and choked on the last bite of the first slice of pizza he had, falling into a full-on coughing fit until his eyes started watering and he gasped desperately for air. It took a scarily long moment, but eventually he managed to breathe like a normal human being again.
> catastrophetoshi — 14:09, 18/03/2160
rru ook?
For another few seconds, he coughed through deep breaths, then replied with a hoarse voice, “Yep, everything’s totally fine.”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:09, 18/03/2160
rr u ssurre?
“ Yep . Yeah,” Izuku replied, even though maybe he wasn’t okay. But that had nothing to do with him almost choking to death just now, which was what Toshi had asked about. He actually felt quite a bit like shit, with the wasted pizza perched in his lap and worry for Toshi nearly consuming him.
> catastrophetoshi — 14:10, 18/03/2160
imm goona trry eaat noqw
“Okay, that’s good. Good ,” Izuku said, relieved. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, imagining Toshi eating the first few bites of pizza and enjoying the food until it sparked hunger in themself, too and they picked another slice up. They spent almost half an hour just eating silently – with Izuku occasionally asking if Toshi was still there, just to make sure – until Izuku’s pizza box was empty. In the end, it hadn’t even tasted all that bad. Just a little cold.
“H-hi,” Toshi’s voice croaked, hoarse and uncertain, catching Izuku by surprise as they hadn’t noticed the man unmuting.
A smile spread on Izuku’s face. “Hiya, welcome back.” Without them even noticing, their voice assumed a warm and gentle tone.
“I’m uh– fuck– I’m sorry about that, I– the delivery guy was uh– he– uh– fuck um he commented on– he– fuck I don’t uh– I– he just, he commented on something and I just– fuck, you know? Sorry I’m, uh, still a bit of a mess, huh?” Toshi said with an awkward chuckle following the last line.
“Don’t worry about it, I know how shitty it is when people comment on things that aren’t their business. And you’re not a mess, you’re just perfect, darling.” Izuku didn’t know what possessed them to say that, but their face definitely gained a lot of warmth.
It took a long moment before Toshi finally responded. “I– uh– thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” The teasing tone happened without Izuku even meaning to, and they wished their mouth would stop doing things before they could approve of them happening.
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 2h
Hey guys,
I’m sorry for the issues on stream, I’m okay. I just need to take a break for a bit. The Subathon will be back soon and we’ll continue from where we were at with the timer.
Thanks for your understanding
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FriesInSides @friesinsides · 2h
You’re ok! Take as long as you need! We all completely understand
ALL I HEAR ARE JEANS @ALLIHEISBESTJEANIST · 2h
we are all so worried about u look after urself we will be here whenever u get back
Groan Joint Pain Groan @groansinchronicpain · 1h
wait what happened?????? I just got off work? Can someone tell me what is going on?
MallowMalls @mallowmalls247 · 2h
This is why ao3 should censor shit
Chaos @ChaosChoseThis · 2h
👏TAG👏YOUR👏WORKS👏PLEASE👏
Kel @Kelwasheretwice · 2h
I cant believe ppl didnt fucking leave stream when Sapling told them to what the fuck is wrong with u guys do u get off on this shit? Fuck all of you actually
Yeet @whatifijustdidntpickauserWHATTHENHUH · 1h
Ok so in summary youre a fucking wimp who cant handle a piece of fiction and need to go cry to your mummy about it
Fighter Class @DnDFighter4TheWin · 23min
fuck i dont follow u but my friend does and they told me what happened and i am so sorry
DestroysGlasses @number1ingeniumhater · 2h
Fuck off with ur “i need a break” ppl paid money for you to stay on stream, thats literally the whole fucking point of a subathon
Business as Usual @shilaandfish · 43min
I wish I was able to do something to help. Take as much time as you need. Don’t listen to the idiots being mean. You are amazing.
Objectively The Best @sillygooseenergyandgoodvibesonly · 1h
This is why i only read crack fics ;-;
Youdumbbitch @iloveduiloveduiloveduitstrue · 2h
✨Oh ur so traumatised it makes me wanna cry ✨
(in all seriousness tho i am sorry they didnt include trigger warnings)
Honey @honeycombmybeloved · 27min
I wrote some fluff for u, u deserve it after that mess, altho i fully dont blame u if u dont wanna read any fics at the moment, for anyone who needs it tho my ao3 is honeycombmybeloved.
Family? What’s That? @onlythingweshareisonelastname · 13min
AUTHORS DO NOT FUCKING DO THIS!!!! TAG YOUR FUCKING FICS!!! FFS SOME OF US NEED THEM AND IF UR SO WORRIED ABOUT SPOILERS IDFK PUT A TAG THAT SAYS “TAGS CONTAIN SPOILERS” ITS THAT FUCKING EASY
FakeFaceFakeFriend @fake-ssb-tchlmao · 1h
Maybe idk, think about the sorts of things authors write before going into something without checking for those issues?
Quiet & Queer @quietnqueer · 2h
as someone with a voice quirk, i am so sorry CatasToshi. just… remember u r not alone. i have been lurking in ur streams for forever because i was like “if someone with a voice quirk can be liked maybe i can too” i dont normally do anything other than lurk but after seeing all the hate i wanted to be a positive one for u
CatasToshiSucksNgl @influencersdontinfluenceshit · 56min
Thats what u get for having a freaky ass fandom
Crazyworldhuh? @crazyworldwelivein · 2h
not them having a safeword already prepared and then not ffucking using it when they needed to tho–
Record @recordtimeforfallingasleep · 3min
U know what? Fuck everysingle bitch being mean in this comment section. Fuck you all.
Sleepyyyyyyyy @ismycurrentmood · 1h
Pls don’t stress about coming back, rest up as much as you need <3
Pascall @thatchameleonfromtangled · 23min
Pls pls pls include tags and trigger warnings guys, not everyone wants to read that
The S in BDSM stands for Satyr @satyrisgay · 1h
Ok so obviously muzzles are not his thing but does that mean I cant have CatasToshi be my gagged submissive bitch? Shame. He would look so pretty tied up with a gag
InstantNoodles @noodlegooble · 2hrs
Not to be the devils advocate here, but they did do the “chose not to use archive warnings” and the lack of tags and a summary should probably have been a warning guys…
BigOleRustyKey @oldfashionedrustykey · 56min
Untagged or otherwise, that fic was fucked up ngl, who the fuck writes or reads that shit?
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Monday, March 18 2160, 15:52: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: i’m back (the subathon is still going)
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“Ok, uh, I’d say enough people have joined for this, so shall we get started with the important stuff?” Hitoshi said with a completely fake level of cheeriness– thankfully, his streaming persona was never one of those crazy level upbeat streamers, so it wasn’t as much work as it may have been otherwise. Plus, it helped having Sapling here with him and the notes of things to talk about that they had worked together to write displayed on his second monitor, with just TreasureMine on the stream once more. Granted, the TreasureMine was more there as something for Hitoshi to do with his hands so that he didn’t wring them to within an inch of their lives, but the fact that it provided visuals for his audience was an added bonus.
“Yeah, I think there’s plenty of people,” Sapling agreed, his presence comforting. Hitoshi was ok. He had Sapling here, and Sapling cared enough to stick around despite how much of a mess Hitoshi had already been. Sure, she didn’t know everything, but it was something.
“Ok, first and foremost, all of you need to stop sending hate to the author. They did nothing wrong. While tagging it is good etiquette and I highly recommend adding trigger warnings, it is by no means a requirement on Archive Of Our Own. We voluntarily chose to read it despite not knowing what could be involved, and that’s just a simple fact. Do not harass the author. Do fucking not. I am so ashamed to have caused this. The author did not fucking deserve you all attacking them for what was truly a piece of art.
I expect better from all of you. If anything ever upsets me, I will deal with it. Not you. Do not try to fucking defend me. That is not your place. Especially do not attack someone on my behalf. Ever . Is that understood?” Hitoshi’s words were forceful, insistent and clear. They refused to let the shit that had happened while they had been away continue. They had checked the author’s fic, and to their absolute horror they had found thousands of comments berating them for not tagging it properly.
“Another thing, the author did not do anything wrong in terms of my boundaries. I don’t care what you write about me. If you want to write me fucking someone, I don’t care. If you want to write me hurt in any form, go right ahead. I do not give a fuck. This is not me creating a boundary against mu– muzzles, but I will never intentionally consume that sort of content, so please don’t tag me in it, and please remember to add trigger warnings. Just because it doesn’t trigger you or you don’t think other people will see it, you never know what might blow up and it’s something important to be aware of.” Hitoshi really didn’t care what their fans did. They were by no means able to keep up with all the things their fans created, but they did try to see most of it, however they did expect their fans to listen with this one and put trigger warnings there.
“Those are some important things to remember when sharing and creating things online,” Sapling added. “So keep Toshi’s words in mind.” He paused to let the words sink in. “Now that we’ve gone over the important stuff, remember that the No Subs rule is still going.”
“Do you just hate the idea of me getting money?” Hitoshi snorted, relaxing as they moved away from the more tense conversation and into a casual banter style conversation
“No, I just prefer you alive over rich.”
“Rude,” Hitoshi grunted, “Anyways what do you wanna do? I’m just here playing TreasureMine for the next 90 hours so… While you’re here, you can choose what we do to entertain chat.”
“Hmm… What do you think about a Q&A with some fun questions?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not, but I’d rather them not be related to earlier if possible. Maybe I will talk about it some other time, maybe not, but it’s none of your business until I decide to talk about it,” Hitoshi agreed easily, happy to answer some silly questions and have some fun. He could use that lighthearted enjoyment right now.
“Obviously. I’ll put a question thing on my Instagram story, my user is letsapling, then you can ask us questions there.”
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Q01: What’s your favourite food?
S: Katsudon, no doubt.
C: Uhh, I’m not sure, Pizza is definitely a comfort food, and I like that it’s really easy to change to be almost a completely different meal?
Q02: Favourite Hero?
S: Alien Queen!!
C: My top hero is an underground hero so I don’t want to bring too much attention to him as that would make it harder for him, but my second favourite might have to be Present Mic. He has brilliant music taste.
Q03: Do you have any pets?
S: I’d love to have a cat, but I’m not sure I’d be able to give them the care they need.
C: Yes! I have my lovely tuxedo cat called James Bond, although I usually shorten it to Bond. He is always doing dumb dangerous stunts, too. Love him to death. Ugh, I want another cat so badly.
Q04: What emoji could you not live without?
S: The one with the two pink hearts, I use it all the time.
C: Honestly I almost never use emojis, I’m much more of an emoticon user, but the heart you make out of the Less Than symbol and the 3 is one hundred percent my favourite.
Q05: Do you like how your fans draw/depict you?
C: I adore the cat ears and tails so much, plus all the piercings and tattoos you guys give me are so peak
S: Yeah! It’s really cute, no matter how they do it.
Q06: Fav streamer?
S: I actually don’t really watch streamers unless Mina sends me a link, so Toshi.
C: I was gonna say the same– I don’t really watch many streamers, so it’d have to be Sapling. Outside of that, maybe Present Mic’s radio station but that really doesn’t feel like it would count
S: I fear that doesn’t count, yeah.
Q07: Body count?
C: Murders or people we’ve fucked?
S: Neither of them are any of your business.
Q08: Fav song?
S: If you were there during the stream yesterday, then you already know it’s This Song by Conan Gray. Though I do like Toshi’s version, too.
C: Honestly? Boyfriend by Dove Cameron is pretty high up there. Also Good in Goodbye by Madison Beer, oh and Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara is fucking awesome. Ugh, it is so hard to choose just one.
Q09: How long would you survive in a zombie apocalypse?
S: Probably not long.
C: I’d be the first or last to die, no in between. Either I die straight away doing something stupid or I survive to the end. If I survive, you’re surviving with me, Sapling.
S: I really wouldn’t want to be dead weight for you–
C: You could never be. I need someone to tease relentlessly don’t I?
S: You could totally find someone more useful for that.
C: Ahh, but no one is quite as good as you are.
S: But if we’re talking in terms of survival, I’d just end up getting both of us killed.
C: If we don’t move on we might get stuck here for an eternity…
S: Yeah, let’s just–
Q10: Are you two in a relationship?
S: Um, no–
DOMINICMONAGHANIMPERSONATOR DONATED 10 YEN: have you 2 been in a relationship?
C: You think I would ever give up Sapling if I got them? I may be crazy but I’m not insane! I am a clingy little motherfucker
DOMINICMONAGHANIMPERSONATOR DONATED 10 YEN: will you 2 be in a relationship?
S: Who knows? Maybe?
DOMINICMONAGHANIMPERSONATOR DONATED 10 YEN: when will you 2 be in a relationship?
C: I’m dying at the “when” like it’s a definite. Definitely a dream if you know what I mean.
S: ???
Q11: Hi! I’m 13F and I want to come out to my dad as lesbian. How should I go about it? Idk what he thinks about the queer community, so I’m incredibly anxious. Do you have any advice?
C: First and foremost, your safety matters. You need to find out if it is safe to come out. It sucks that it’s a real danger, but it is, and you do need to be careful. Try testing the water: bring the queer community up in conversation and if that goes ok, maybe mention you have a friend who is queer, and if it’s all good, then you have the conversation. How you approach the actual conversation will depend entirely on you and your dad and what will work best for you.
S: I think you covered the most important stuff there. If you need help coping with the anxiety, maybe try finding some techniques that soothe you– kneading a stress ball, breathing exercises, stuff like that, and try to do them as you prepare for the conversation and even during. And if you have general issues with anxiety, as someone who’s been dealing with bad anxiety for most of their life, I recommend trying to reach out to a professional, if you have the option.
Q12: If you had to choose your last words right now (won’t change how you die, it will just definitively be your last words) what would you choose?
S: I’m– uh, no that’s too depressing. “Love you, mum,” I think?
C: “So long, losers” is such an easy choice. Don’t be such a sap, Sapling
S: Unfortunately, it comes with the name.
C: Unfortunate indeed, even more so that you love your mum more than me. Bitch. I’m the fucking best.
S: I didn’t deny that!
C: Much better.
Q13: Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?
C: Not a conspiracy, but some people treat it as such, the hero system is flawed and needs to be improved substantially.
S: Um– Probably too many, I can hardly pick to mention one. Maybe my favourite conspiracy theory is that mental quirks were a thing long before the Glowing Baby.
Q14: Pineapple on pizza, yes or no?
S: Hard no. I don’t like pineapple.
C: Easy yes. I don’t need it to be happy with my pizza, but I do like it. It does depend on my mood but that’s true for, like, everything ever? I mean, I often only want cheese, but sometimes I want it completely covered in stuff so…
Q15: If you wanted to confuse a cashier by buying 3 items, what 3 would you choose?
C: Woah, uh– way to put me on the spot, if you gave me a while I could come up with something really good… uh…
S: Shovel, plastic bags and bleach.
C: Why did you have that prepared in advance holy shit– uh ok, well anything kinky would probably confuse a few people, but that’s kinda lame, so maybe a big bird costume, eggs and a heat lamp.
S: Pfft, good one.
C: We should do that sometime.
S: Yeah… Sure…
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The two of them spent hours answering the questions constantly flowing in on his Instagram, occasionally bickering about their opposing answers and teasing each other a lot. At nearly half past eleven in the evening, Izuku realised how late it was and that he’d totally forgotten his video. “Fuck, uh, sorry to interrupt, but I really need to do something really quick, give me a bit and I’ll be back.”
“Bye! We’ll just be chilling here till you get back.”
Izuku smiled at Toshi’s reply, then deafened himself on Discord, before switching tabs on her computer to rewatch tonight’s video before uploading it, complete with timestamps – thank the lord she always wrote those down beforehand – and the link to her Manta Sleep promo code. Once the loading bar was full and the video appeared on YouTube as uploaded, she closed the tab and returned to her and Toshi’s call. “I’m back!”
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Monday, March 18 2160, 23:49: ‘ Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Personal Attention From Your Best Friend (Face Touching) | 21m03s | 324k views
(SUBATHON TIMER: 82:35:29-)
Notes:
Toshi: *can tell Izu feels bad about him bot eating*
Toshi: imma eat now (he said, yk, like a liar)
(He does eventually force down some food tho dw too much)-
Bee: I feel like projecting rn
Bee: *creates Groan Joint Pain Groan @groansinchronicpain*
Bee: *creates Sleepyyyyyyyy @ismycurrentmood*-
Bee: what if I have the rant I've always wanted to have, but Toshi says it
Bee: ok Toshi, do yk ur line?
Toshi: ye!
Toshi: If anything ever upsets me, I will deal with it. Not you. Do not try to fucking defend me. That is not your place. Especially do not attack someone on my behalf. Ever. Is that understood?
Me: LOOK AT U GOOOO :D-
Q02
Toshi's fav hero: Eraserhead
Toshi's second fav hero: Eraserhead's husband (not that Toshi knows that but still XDD)-
Q10
C: I’m dying at the “when” like it’s a definite. Definitely a dream if you know what I mean.
S: ???
^ Izuku does not infact know what he means (I love our two oblivious idiots)-
q12: what would be ur last words
izu: "im sorry"
izu: wait fuck i cant say that thats too depressing
izu: love u mum
izu: itd be love u toshi but idk if hed wanna know that after he finds out who i rlly am (quirkless+disabled)
izu: mum is the only constant ill ever have in my life
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bonus
huffi: :)
bee: :)
this fic in a year (in the fic's time, not irl): :)---
Huffi (the formatting icon) normally formats the endnotes, but they made me do it this time ;-; (I am gonna start bullying their work soon smh) so hopefully this matches the other end notes? Anyways~ thankfully Huffi didn't make me format the actual chapter, idk if I even could have LMAO - Bee
Oh also extra note from Bee: if u wanna see any of the following: little videos about CataSapling, what CataSapling look like, what the fans perceive CataSapling as, or just want so silliness to recover from angst, (ok we have some angsty videos too, it is us), go check out @Belicorn123 on Insta or Tiktok, or @huffiswriting on Tumblr!! We post a vid with every chapter >:)
Also, if ppl ask for it... Bee will be very easily convinced to cosplay CatasToshi..........
Anyways imma stop rambling now lol hope u enjoyed - Bee
Chapter 6: the human body has 206 bones, toshi’s has 207 when izu rages
Notes:
hmm i wanna make a your idol x i luv it x the wedding march remix.... -huffi
Heheheheh I love this chapter it's so silly and cutesie -bee
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prepare for: gay fluff. the usual smexy jokes. we back with flirting and humor gang
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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(🐱) CatasToshi Clips @c4t4st0sh1clipsyay · 20.03.2160 01:32
HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT SINGING!CATASTOSHI IS NOW OFFICIALLY A SERIES!!! part1 and part2
let’s hope sapling gets him to sing more often now!1!!
THIS IS PART 3
(songs: no longer you from epic the musical, carry u home by alex warren, different kind of beautiful by alec benjamin)
[ALT: Sapling convincing CatasToshi to sing again, CatasToshi singing No Longer You, CatasToshi singing Carry You Home, CatasToshi singing Different Kind Of Beautiful]
AND BONUS!!! this one’s for all the catasapling shippers out there: sapling leaving the call to go to sleep and being so tired he calls catastoshi love.
[ALT: sleepy Sapling saying “night, love” right before ending the call and CatasToshi not talking for a whole minute in response]
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Linda @justl1nd4_ · 20.03.2160 02:22
Ugh i love his voice so much wtf
3 racoons in a trench coat 🏳️🌈 @bartycrouch…junior · 20.03.2160 01:34
lmfao 2 gay asf bitches
I Need A Sugarmommy @sparechangeplz · 20.03.2160 04:56
OMFG?!?!? I had to go to sleep before Sapling returned so I missed this!!!!!!! Thank you for doing the great work of spreading the word 🙏
Joe Mama @gymbro129 · 20.03.2160 08:03
Bruh why does everyone have to make everything gay all the time? Clearly there’s no romantic attraction
sksksks @bringvscob4ck2147 · 20.03.2160 03:00
Wish Toshi would bend me over and fuck me real hard 😍😍😍👅🍑🍆💦
ALL I HEAR ARE JEANS @allihearisbestjeanist · 20.03.2160 01:33
I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE, I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MEN, I SEE PORTRAYAL OF BETRAYAL–
I am OMW, I’ll be there today @bethetalyatomyjorge40 · 20.03.2160 01:59
loved the part where sapling just screamed WHO (🦉) so loudly, catastoshi messed up the following lyric
Grumpy @ismycurrentmood · 20.03.2160 01:37
Them being cute is making my bad day sm better ugh i love them
Hi I Have a 🏳️🌈 Queerie 🏳️🌈 @hiihaveaqueerie · 20.03.2160 02:19
Notice how all bar 1 of the songs have been love songs and Epic the Musical is practically a gay anthem so basically what I’m saying is SAPLING GO GET UR MAN
Maybe A Marshmallow @maybemarshmallow · 20.03.2160 01:48
not to be gay and happy but boy am i gay and happy
RecordingMyLife - Dreams Edition @recordingmylife · 20.03.2160 03:23
Catastoshi be like: “I am not trying to seduce u… would u like me to seduce u?” with Sapling– that poor man has the most attractive man in the world giving him the biggest mixed signals holy shit
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Wednesday, March 20 2160, 21:12: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: The grind is still going gang (no subbing cuz sapling said so soz, money donos only and it doesnt extend the time) (im dying i need sleep so bad)
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(SUBATHON TIMER: 37:22:17-)
PETITIONFORCATASTOSHIASMR DONATED 10 YEN: its getting rlly late and I need to sleep but I cant and I dont wanna leave the stream so would u be able to do asmr for us?
Hitoshi rolled their eyes slightly. Look, it wasn’t that they hated ASMR, they just– ok yeah they pretty much hated ASMR, but they weren’t going to judge their viewer for it, they just really didn’t understand it. “I don’t really give a shit about ASMR, so sorry but the answer is no.”
Sapling, who’d been on call with him since around lunch – where she may or may not have convinced Hitoshi to order food (They both had Katsudon.) – gasped quietly. “You did not just say that! I’m wounded.”
Fuck. Hitoshi hadn’t meant to be mean. Ok, ok, calm down, Sapling was joking, it was all chill. Calm the fuck down. He hadn’t ruined anything, it was alright. “It’s the truth, though. Do you watch a lot of ASMR?”
“Every night, in fact,” Sapling replied. “Maybe I should give you a little taste of ASMR, some people have really strong opinions on disliking it without even trying it.”
“Huh… I mean you’re right, I haven’t really tried it, but if you say it’s so great, I may as well give it a go?” Hitoshi replied, because fuck it, he would do anything to make Sapling happy, and if listening to some ASMR would do that, who was he to reject it?
“Yay! Okay, okay, I’m gonna do the best ASMR!” He leaned back – not too far, he still needed to mine – and waited for Sapling to start. “Firstoff, here’s a little disclaimer for everyone watching, if you hate ASMR or it gives you the ick or something, mute the stream for a few minutes. To anyone who’s willing to be convinced or loves ASMR, keep listening.” Hitoshi could appreciate the warning. “And just so you know, there won’t be chewing – that’s not all ASMR is.”
“Are you ready?” Oh, now Sapling was whispering. It was really close to his ears, as if his audio quality had just improved by two hundred percent– and fuck, if the imagery of Sapling whispering directly into his ears didn’t do something to his gay little heart. “I’ll just be doing some–” There was an interesting flutter-y sound, as if he was rubbing his hands, but not quite. “random triggers.” Sapling repeated the words a few times, and somehow each time, it seemed to come from a different direction. “With random stuff I have laying on my desk.”
There was a pause as Sapling probably looked for something to use, followed by some shuffling. So far, Hitoshi still wasn’t convinced that ASMR was something he might like, but Sapling was also only getting started, and he seemed to really like doing this. Was he perhaps practised?
“Ooh, this is a gooood, good, good, good, goood one,” Sapling murmured, probably talking about whatever they’d found, but Hitoshi was too busy being fucking gay. Sapling’s low voice had sent shivers down his spine.
A quick glance at chat had him noticing that a lot of people loved Sapling’s ASMR. When he saw someone saying “I could kiss you rn,” Hitoshi had to control his possessive instinct to snap back that Sapling was his– which– fuck. Sapling was not his by any means. He couldn’t just claim the man who didn’t even know how much of a crush Hitoshi had on them– the man who would most likely NEVER know that.
“I love tapping.” This one was followed by – wow, who guessed – tapping on something, though the speed and the way it sounded varied every few moments. “Everyone has a different preference to how they like the tapping– Personally, I’m a medium speed type of guy,” Sapling narrated as she opened something that might’ve been a book. Hitoshi must’ve guessed right, because there was some noise that sounded very close to page turning. It was a good sound, and Hitoshi could appreciate it when he did pick up one or the other manga during bouts of boredom. “This is also such a nice trigger,” Sapling said, his whispers accompanied by the weird flutter-y sound again. For a few seconds, she continued the page turning, before it abruptly stopped and Sapling continued talking. “And I also like the–” There was a distinct sound of pencil writing, calm and quiet. “Writing sounds, the scratching of p,” Sapling popped the p a few times, “pencil on paper.”
Then the writing stopped. “There’s also the mouth sounds– which, some love and some hate. I won’t do it for long, in case someone hates it.” This was followed by some of the sounds that Hitoshi might like to make when he was stimming with his mouth, but definitely hated hearing, such as tongue clicking. He was very glad when Sapling stopped. “Okay, this’ll be my last one. Keyboard clicking noises! Very relaxing.” Alright, this was something Hitoshi could get behind, but as someone who spent basically his entire life at a keyboard, he definitely wouldn’t need YouTube to play the sound for him.
“ Aaand that’s it!” Sapling announced, switching back to normal volume, “There’s so much more to ASMR and I couldn’t cover it all in just a few minutes, maybe even hours, so if some part of you just got curious, I definitely recommend checking out a few videos on YouTube. Toshi, what do you think now?”
“It was interesting. Not sure it’s my thing completely, but I wouldn’t say I hated it?” Hitoshi replied hesitantly, not quite willing to admit the part he had liked best was the sensation of Sapling whispering in his ears. Nope. That was a touch too gay to say out loud. “The mouth sounds, though, that killed me, those were awful. Sorry for that one.”
Sapling chuckled, and their mic was still fucking gorgeous quality, exaggerating the absolute beauty that was Sapling’s adorable fucking laugh that had Hitoshi just about ready to simply die, “Yeah, that’s fair. Mouth sounds are not everyone’s thing, like I said. I feel accomplished, you didn’t hate my ASMR!”
“I doubt I could hate anything you did,” Hitoshi said before he could stop himself, which– fuck. That was too much, wasn’t it? He hadn’t even meant to say that, but now it was out there and he could already feel the compilations and it took all of his strength to pray Sapling wouldn’t hate him for it.
Sapling’s giggles were happy and almost flustered, relaxing Hitoshi’s nerves. They could have sobbed when the quality went to shit (in comparison) halfway through the laugh, clearly Sapling unplugging whatever microphone she had been using for some reason.
— STREAM CHAT
gaycake1andOnly: fuck that was great i almost snoozed right then and there. he ended it too early :(
IneedmoreASMRinmylife: my day has officially been made
MagicIncorporated: surely its catastoshis turn now
Keyboardsmashes4life: zeasxdrcfgvhbuinjwedcfuewduhiqbcdeiuwnojsxdbicfevbweuo
bruvski: wow i muted bcs asmr makes me sO uncomfortable but looking at the comments bro definitely did something right
Mostlyghostly: if i werent a manhating lesbian i wuld totally hit that (ik they use any pronouns but that means they use he/him as well and i hate that)
ifwbartycrouchjr: Anyone notice how Saplings audio quality was suddenly magically better??? I wonder if he has a secret ASMR channel???
Dontbeelieveme: im so fukcing gay
gaveupmyyouthformyfuture: that was sooo tingly omg i need sapling asmr channel like yesterday
longbeforeandlongafter: yall seem way to into asmr like i didnt mute but that was just meh
l0ngst0rysh0rt1surv1ved: gay (me)
cataSaplingOTP: ok but the way catastoshi said “i doubt i could hate anything you did”???? HELLO?!?!??!?!?! HELL FUCKING LLO?!?!?!?! (screams in gay)
ifellinurarmstonight: i died i fear
catastoshi4life: ugh i need more catasapling content like eventually he’s gonna leave the stream and im just gonna be here rewatching the same fucking clips in compilations lets be so ffr
sireethecatisasleep: welp time to write asmrtist!sapling x watcher!catastoshi
inalandofmythandatimeoflegends: i didnt know it was possible for anyone to be more gay than arthur and merlin but here we r ig– holy shit
rsrhdfn12345: yea
wlwdwtys: who lives who dies who tells ur story? Sapling lives. Catastoshi dies (of gay). I tell ur story (fanfic).
Girlzbegirlzamrite: catasapling be catasapling amirite
usernamelmao: this thing, i like it. ANOTHER! *throws cup on ground*
iloveduiloveduiloveduitstrue: gay gay gay gay gay gay (lovingly)
iseegayisaygay: notice how catastoshi immediately folded after sapling said “im wounded”. I SEE GAY SO I SAY GAY
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Wednesday, March 20 2160, 22:03: ‘ Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Doing Your Makeup Whilst You Are Asleep (Shhh, Close Your Eyes) | 31m46s | 407k views
— * —
Friday, March 21 2160, 09:20: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: IM ALMOST FREE
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(SUBATHON TIMER: 2:06-)
Izuku yawned, rubbing his eyes. He’d stayed up on call with Toshi until one AM and only just woken up – courtesy of his alarm, otherwise he’d miss the end of his timer running out. As soon as said alarm had rang, he’d moved over to his computer to open the stream and join call. “Okay, only two more minutes until you get to sleep for twenty hours, how are we feeling about that?”
“Fucking finally, I’m so ready to fucking sleep also holy shit did you just wake up? You sound so dead to the world and half asleep.”
She grumbled. “Shut uuup , I did in fact just wake up. You have my respect for having gone six days with, like, five hours of sleep total and those only happened because you fell asleep by accident.” Yesterday, she and Toshi had been on call just hanging out as Izuku edited his videos and Toshi mined on TreasureMine as he drank energy drinks and coffee like a man in the desert drinking water.
“Trust me, I want sleep as much as sleep wants me. Holy shit, am I ready. Literally less than a minute left now.”
AO3BLR GIFTED 150 SUBS: 94 subtimer hours are over, the No Subs rule no longer counts. Have fun :)
“FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE!” The scream ripped through Izuku with enough horrifying volume that he flinched and pulled his headphones off. Too fucking loud when you’ve only been up for three minutes.
Then the situation hit him and he suddenly felt a lot more awake. Putting his headphones back on, he said, “Nooo, why would you do that? A man needs his sleep.”
CATYBINDOL GIFTED 15 SUBS: Im so ready to have this subathon end up being 3 weeks until the bet ends
“Twenty five fucking hours? Do you fucking hate me?
DAYBEYONDDREAMS GIFTED 30 SUBS: just sleep on stream coward
(SUBATHON TIMER: 32:30:14-)
“Honestly, yeah. You should do that. Go to sleep,” Izuku agreed, sitting up straight and running a hand through her hair.
“I can’t sleep on stream, I’ll feel bad!”
That definitely wasn’t a valid argument for Izuku. “Nah uh. I’ll entertain chat, you go sleep for the next six hours at least because I fear people might actually make catybindol’s idea come true. Now go. Hop hop, off to bed with you.”
“I– ugh– fine. See you in 20 hours. So long, fuckers.”
“Sweet dreams, kitty,” Izuku hummed, proud. A choked sound came through Izuku’s headphones before it was cut off abruptly by Toshi’s mic muting. “Okay, chat. It’s just us now. Let’s start with the important things: Are you at school right now? ” He paused for a moment, letting it sink in, then continued. “If the answer is yes– You don’t have to tell me, just– If the answer is yes, then leave the stream. Toshi is going to be asleep for the next few hours, so you better focus on your studies and don’t secretly watch this in the back of your class. Go listen to your teacher– I mean, you don’t have to believe everything they say, but at least consider it and remember it for your exams.”
Satisfied, she watched as the viewer number sank below one million as students returned to their classes and probably many lost interest because the timer didn’t run out and Toshi went to sleep.
“Alright, now don’t mind me going to the kitchen to make myself a tea real quick. I’ll be right back.” Izuku muted his mic for good measure, then went to the kitchen to do exactly that. He wasn’t sure if Toshi had been joking about actually going to sleep for the next 20 hours and whilst Izuku wouldn’t have chosen it, he’d even stay to entertain for the next 40 hours if Toshi asked him to. Or needed him to, because let’s be real, he probably wouldn’t ask for that.
Once he’d made an entire kettle of chai tea and collected a cup of tea and some milk, he returned to his streaming room, where he started off by simply talking to chat and reading whatever comments he could catch and later came up with a game he could play without needing to display something on the stream. For lunch, he ordered himself something again – he’d go back to cooking healthy food soon, but at the moment he really didn’t want to bother with it, especially when he was actively streaming. (Sort of, it was technically Toshi who was streaming.)
After about 16 hours, at 1am, Izuku was yawning and rubbing his eyes once more, but determined to pull this through until Toshi returned. They were just talking to chat about wombats– don’t even ask– when they were interrupted.
“Wassup idiots?”
Izuku flinched at the sudden sound, then smiled. “You’re awake! Welcome back! How’d you sleep?”
“Fucking good number of hours, so I’ll take that.” Hearing Toshi’s voice when they were tired always made them feel so warm and fuzzy inside.
“Yep, that’s great. Do you feel rested?”
“Still feel like I just spent a whole ass week awake but now I feel somewhat functional again so I’ll take it. What about you? Did you need some sleep now?” Toshi asked.
“ Ugh, yes . I’m not built for your sleeping schedule. Night, Toshi. Or, good morning for you I guess?” Izuku yawned again, too tired for this shit.
“Good night, sleep well, darling.” Holy fucking shit . Izuku slammed on his keyboard to leave the call, then casually passed away.
(SUBATHON TIMER: 26:27:39-)
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Saturday, March 22 2160, 16:28: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: im so painfully not free (but at least ive slept) (1sub=10min ;-;)
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Eventually, after hours of near boredom (excluding the one incident when Bond tried to fucking eat his computer) and far too many people happily subbing away stretching out the time even more – now that Hitoshi had gotten a taste of streaming with someone, it was apparently all he wanted to do – Sapling finally returned.
“Hey, Toshi! I’m streaming right now and I can’t decide what game to play so it’s your task to choose.”
“I’m thinking League of Legends, partially because I wish I could be playing something more entertaining like that, but no, I’m doomed to fucking TreasureMine.” Hitoshi groaned defeatedly. This fucking game was getting on his nerves, it was clearly not designed to be played for this long with nothing else to do.
“Don’t worry, soon you could be fucking other things again.”
“SAP!” Hitoshi gasped, caught off guard by the comment, flushing bright red and barely able to contain himself. Holy fucking shit.
“What? Are you a virgin or something?– wait omg that sounded so rude I’m so sorry, I really don’t care–”
“If either of us is a virgin it’s you and you know it.” Hitoshi said, despite very much being a virgin. Fuck him . It wasn’t like anyone would ever want to fuck Hitoshi, not with his stupid fucking villainous quirk– they had actually heard people call it a rape quirk on multiple occasions, so yeah that was not going to happen, and then you added in their ugly ass unhidable scars that scared off any fucking relationship before it even started. Yeah, more than just a virgin.
“Not at all, actually. That was probably the best part about my only relationship ever and that’s got to mean something because it really wasn’t that good–” Wait, didn’t she say she had a toxic fucking relationship? Shit, that was worrying as fuck. Not something Hitoshi was about to bring up on stream of course, but worrying nonetheless.
“Oh shit, I’ve never told Mina about this… Surprise?”
“Hah, imagine calling yourself out to your friends on stream, couldn’t be me.”
Sapling snorted. “Yeah, because you don’t have any friends.”
“Woah, rude.”
“Says you.” A short pause. “Anyways I’ll play League of Legends now, suffer.”
“I’m regretting my choice now, I just feel jealous,” Hitoshi whined, not really regretting any of this. Just hanging out with Sapling was enough to make his heart flutter like the gay bitch he was.
… Ok so maybe hanging out with Sapling made his heart flutter, but listening to him rage was enough to have him dying, flushed fucking red as a firetruck and maybe he had some problems he would have to deal with off stream real soon. Fuck, that had no right being that fucking hot, holy fucking shit.
Calm down. Calm the fuck down . He was so fucking lucky he didn’t have to speak since Sapling was actively carrying the conversation by using lots of colourful curse words, but at the same time: could they stop carrying it so fucking attractively !? Hitoshi was dying here!
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Saturday, March 22 2160, 21:53: ‘ Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Green Triggers (Tapping, Tracing,...) | 20m11s | 312k views
Notes:
huffi, prepping the chap for posting (aka doing the last proofread): why am i doing this on my phone (jk ik im doing it bcs im too lazy to go get my laptop)
bee, who always does it on their phone: asking the real questions i see---
huffi: dont ask why i have so many usernames named after bcj...idek
(i think there's two: bartycrouch...junior and ifwbartycrouchjr or something-)
my brian just sorta latched onto him as i was coming up with names lolllll
OMG WAIT ITS CUS THE GUYS NICKNAME IS "3 racoons in a trenchcoat :rainbow_flag:" and i associate racoons with barty- idk abt the other guy, tho, it just happened :person_shrugging:---
izu: :(
toshi: *folds*---
huffi: ...can u tell i like watching asmr...
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random guy @ izu: i could kiss u rn
toshi: nO!!! MINE!!!!!!!!---
izu: *laughs*
toshi: *GAY*---
izu:
toshi:
izu:
toshi:
izu: i-
toshi: FUCK IM SO GAY---
huffi: LOOK IFWBARTYCROUCHJR IS ALSO IN THIS CHAPTER IDK WHAT I WAS ON SRSLY
huffi: i *do* fw bcj tho, so its fine. we love our little maniac---
toshi: im almost free :D
izu: ur almost free :D
bee:
huffi:
ao3blr:
catybindol:
daybeyonddreams:
toshi: im almost free-
toshi: im almost-
toshi: im-
toshi: FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE
-
bonus:
rumi&jinu: frEEEEeeEEEEEEEeeeEEeeEEEEeEeE
toshi: STFU DONT FLEX---
huffi: oh ye i snuck in ao3blr there. that just happened. idek if bee has seen it, oop-
bee (when they woke up): i noticed and i loved :DD---
toshi: im going to sleep 20hrs
izu:
izu, now stuck entertaining toshis stream for 20hrs without being able to show visuals: well i didnt mean for that to happen, but im insanely gay for him so its ok---
izu: kitty
toshi: *ded*---
toshi: darling
izu: *ded*---
toshi: I’m doomed to fucking TreasureMine.
izu: Don’t worry, soon you could be fucking other things again.
toshi: SAP
bee: GAY
huffi: GAY---
toshi (a virgin): If either of us is a virgin it’s you and you know it.
izu (not a virgin):---
izu: *raging*
toshi: oh look, i now have 207 bones---
ayeeee hope yall liked this chap! as u might be able to tell, i managed to proofread and prepare this chapter for posting on time xD. i need to start preparing them early more so bee doesnt have to bother with it, HA. also CAN I GET THE MIC A LIL HIGHEE- sorry, im listening to your idol, anyways- work's goin great and me n bee already agreed on spending some time on editing the fic on saturday when im free >:) yall r so slay, thanks for all the comments!!! enjoy the rest of ur day/night, wherever u are :D -huffi
"So bee doesn't have to bother" IM SOBBING ITS NOT A BOTHER HUFFI I LOVE THIS I LOVE U :(((( also im looking forward to Saturday sm i miss my huffi time 3 - bee
Chapter 7: we all need a mina psychoanalyzation to cause character development (haha butt)
Notes:
our silly little (mentally unstable) guys needed a little push -huffi
I had to post this while huffi wasn’t here again :((( I need my emotional support huffi :((( like yeah we wrote, edited and added memes for this together, but hitting that "post" button alone? Devastating :( I'm happy for huffi getting a job but I'm LONELY- OH HEY WAIT HUFFI JUST CAME ONLINE WHILE ON BREAK IM SAVED - bee
prepare for: angst, alcohol (drunk behaviour), crying, arguing bcs theyre both stupid and scared and hiding things bcs theyre scared, also theyre mentally unstable so... hints at near-death experiences (/hints at izu's suicide attempt)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
> letsapling257 — 06:58, 23/03/2160
hiyaaa just letting u know i prolly wont b able to join u on stream today cus im working the morning and then spending the afternoon with my mum and mina claims me for the night ;(
> catastrophetoshi — 07:00, 23/03/2160
oh u work?
> letsapling257 — 07:00, 23/03/216
yeahh i volunteer at this cafe thing
> catastrophetoshi — 07:01, 23/03/2160
oooh cool
> catastrophetoshi — 07:01, 23/03/2160
i tried to get a job at a cat cafe but no such luck sadge
> catastrophetoshi — 07:01, 23/03/2160
this is my only job lol
> letsapling257 — 08:47, 23/03/216
i only do this for sundays, too, getting a job is so stupidly hard
> catastrophetoshi — 08:48, 23/03/2160
it rlly is ;-;
> catastrophetoshi — 08:48, 23/03/2160
streams gonna be boring without u tho :/
> letsapling257 — 08:50, 23/03/2160
im sorryyy :( mina wouldnt let me choose a different day because she feels neglected
> catastrophetoshi — 08:51, 23/03/2160
thats fair i have kinda claimed u recently
> letsapling257 — 12:00, 23/03/2160
i dont mind being claimed by you
> letsapling257 — 12:02, 23/03/2160
;)
> catastrophetoshi — 12:03, 23/03/2160
id be the one doing all the claiming.
> letsapling257 — 12:03, 23/03/2160
are you sure about that :)
> catastrophetoshi — 12:03, 23/03/2160
yes fuck u
> letsapling257 — 12:04, 23/03/2160
hey not in front of my mum >:O
> letsapling257 — 12:04, 23/03/2160
speaking of, igtg :( remember to eat, bitch
> catastrophetoshi — 12:04, 23/03/2160
i will, hypocrite
> letsapling257 — 18:59, 23/03/2160
okay i have about 5 minutes till mina barges in
> letsapling257 — 18:59, 23/03/2160
have you eaten
> catastrophetoshi — 19:00, 23/03/2160
fuck u
> letsapling257 — 19:00, 23/03/2160
>:(
> catastrophetoshi — 19:04, 23/03/2160
yes
> letsapling257 — 19:04, 23/03/2160
good boy :)
> catastrophetoshi — 19:11, 23/03/2160
fuck u
— * —
> letsapling257 — 02:02, 24/03/2160
ddid it htrt
> catastrophetoshi — 02:03, 24/03/2160
what
> letsapling257 — 02:03, 24/03/2160
wgen yoi fell from hesven ;)
> letsapling257 — 02:03, 24/03/2160
are u a cjat bcs i wamma pet u si bas
> catastrophetoshi — 02:03, 24/03/2160
what?
> letsapling257 — 02:04, 24/03/2160
arr u a caz bus um feekine s conmecziom berwreen os
> catastrophetoshi — 02:05, 24/03/2160
r u good?
> letsapling257 — 02:06, 24/03/2160
in nt a pgitograoher bur i csn pictue is tgt
> letsapling257 — 02:06, 24/03/2160
u, me snd a shti tom of cats
> catastrophetoshi — 02:07, 24/03/2160
r u… drunk?
> letsapling257 — 02:07, 24/03/2160
di u belice un love ar fist mepw
> catastrophetoshi — 02:09, 24/03/2160
what?????????
> letsapling257 — 02:11, 24/03/2160
is rr nsmr whuskrrs
> letsapling257 — 02:11, 24/03/2160
bcut uv gor to b kitrrn me witg ur good lppks
> catastrophetoshi — 02:11, 24/03/2160
r these… r these all just a bunch of cat themed pickup lines u found? is that the joke?
> letsapling257 — 02:12, 24/03/2160
ni i masdee up most pf rhem
> letsapling257 — 02:12, 24/03/2160
nit s joke but thssis a gopd obe
> letsapling257 — 02:13, 24/03/2160
ur tge cst i wsnt ti puck op
> letsapling257 — 02:13, 24/03/2160
ir ao puttfect
> catastrophetoshi — 02:14, 24/03/2160
ok so u r drunk then
> catastrophetoshi — 02:14, 24/03/2160
is mina there? r u staying safe?
> letsapling257 — 02:14, 24/03/2160
mina is sooo boringggggggg
> letsapling257 — 02:15, 24/03/2160
asleep >:(
> catastrophetoshi — 02:16, 24/03/2160
u shuld be too
> letsapling257 — 02:18, 24/03/2160
nuh
> letsapling257 — 02:18, 24/03/2160
uh
> catastrophetoshi — 02:18, 24/03/2160
yes.
> catastrophetoshi — 02:18, 24/03/2160
go the fuck to sleep
> letsapling257 — 02:22, 24/03/2160
r u s catnip
> letsapling257 — 02:23, 24/03/2160
bvs ny hearr racrs evry tume i hear yu
> catastrophetoshi — 02:23, 24/03/2160
how much did u drink?
> letsapling257 — 02:24, 24/03/2160
:()
> letsapling257 — 02:24, 24/03/2160
jusr a butt if wine
> letsapling257 — 02:25, 24/03/2160
haha butt
> catastrophetoshi — 02:26, 24/03/2160
how much and what type?
> letsapling257 — 02:27, 24/03/2160
idk ine pf thise ecsppensive oned thst those buttcrakers gift mins all rhe time
> letsapling257 — 02:27, 24/03/2160
haha butt
> catastrophetoshi — 02:28, 24/03/2160
ur like fully drunk arent u? holy shit
> letsapling257 — 02:28, 24/03/2160
r u s cst lover bcis wev git serious furttracton
> letsapling257 — 02:29, 24/03/2160
jist loke a cat id spenr akk og my 8 lifes wid u
> letsapling257 — 02:31, 24/03/2160
ohh i csnt ise thos one :(
> letsapling257 — 02:31, 24/03/2160
yourelikemycat-icantimaginemylifewithoutyou.png
> catastrophetoshi — 02:31, 24/03/2160
that is a fucking adorable cat
> letsapling257 — 02:32, 24/03/2160
wanr a cst :(
> catastrophetoshi — 02:32, 24/03/2160
u shuld get one then
> letsapling257 — 02:33, 24/03/2160
id b a siht cat mon
> catastrophetoshi — 02:33, 24/03/2160
no u wuldnt
> letsapling257 — 02:35, 24/03/2160
evrn id here wadnt gravoty on eatrh id stoll fall furr yo
> catastrophetoshi — 02:42, 24/03/2160
r u still here?
> catastrophetoshi — 02:42, 24/03/2160
u vanished
> catastrophetoshi — 02:51, 24/03/2160
oh u must be asleep good
— * —
Hitoshi really hoped Sapling was ok. He had almost certainly just fallen asleep, but he was clearly drunk out of his mind– there’s no way a sober Sapling would say any of that. Even their playful joke flirts weren’t like that, with just constant spam of shitty pickup lines. Though Hitoshi didn’t understand why a drunk Sapling was going for the pickup lines, he knew how much being that drunk could cause the most random shit. Maybe while drunk, he had seen a cat pickup line and then his brain had associated cats with Hitoshi and that’s what had caused that? Yeah, more than likely that’s what had happened.
Thankfully, chat was oblivious as fuck and Hitoshi himself wasn’t exactly being the most consistently speaking streamer right now. Mostly, he was just talking to them, so when he needed to reply to Sapling, they didn’t even notice, just assuming he was reading the chat to find something to talk about.
As Hitoshi read through the chat, bored out of his fucking mind, Discord’s ringtone sounded and Sapling’s icon appeared on their screen as an incoming call. Huh? Shit, wait, should they answer on stream or mute? They were tempted to answer on stream just for the comedic effect, but they didn’t want to betray Sapling like that, since the man clearly wasn’t in the right mind.
“Sorry chat, I just have to mute for a few minutes, I’ll be back as soon as I can, for now just talk amongst yourselves.” With that, Toshi muted themself and picked up the call.
Instantly, he heard some sniffling, which was followed by a sob and then slurred words, “Why do you have to be so stupidly fucking sweet?”
“What?” Hitoshi asked, confused by the question and the sobs. What the fuck was going on? Was Sapling ok? What had happened? And what was he going on about? Hitoshi was not sweet. Sapling was the only human to ever call him that and he truly didn’t understand it, but why was he so insistent about it and so upset that he was? Hitoshi didn’t even know where to start forming a proper sentence.
“Why can’t you just be mean to me, then it’d be easier to hate you.” Sapling’s voice was broken and every second word, she was interrupted by a heart-wrenching sob. Wh-what? Why did Sapling want to hate him? Had he done something? What had he done wrong? He didn’t mean to! He didn’t– he– had he really fucked up that badly? What was wrong with him that he was so fucked up that even someone who couldn’t see him and didn’t know he had a villain quirk hated him?
“Can you just stop being so good to me, please?” Sapling pleaded, sounding desperate. “One day you’ll leave and I can’t stand the thought, so I– I need you to be mean to me so I can at least pretend I hate you.”
He… he… oh… that’s what he had meant. Not that he hated them, but that he couldn’t lose them. Hitoshi… Hitoshi didn’t think they had ever had that before. Have someone worried that they would lose them . It had always at least been the opposite way. “You’re not gonna lose me, Sapling. Fuck, I’m the one who might lose you. If you knew how fucked up I am– there is nothing you could do, nothing you could be, that would make me want to leave.”
“ No , you don’t get it,” Sapling sobbed. “You’ll leave, everyone leaves. I’m still waiting for the day Mina walks out on me.”
“Then explain it to me. Explain why I will leave and I’ll tell you just how much it won’t make me leave. Ok? Just… just tell me, please.”
“You don’t even know me. All you know is this stupid lie I’ve made up on my stupid Twitch account. You don’t even know my name!”
“Everything about me is lies. Every-fucking-thing . For fuck’s sake, you think I’m sweet ! No one thinks that, Sapling. No one. No one knows my name. No one knows how fucked up I am. No one knows anything because if they did, they’d all fucking hate me, so no, I don’t think there is anything you could possibly tell me that would change anything because I am everything there is to fucking hate about someone.”
Sapling’s sobs ripped at Hitoshi’s heart, long and loud and broken and Hitoshi couldn’t help the tears building in his own eyes. He needed Sapling to talk. Needed to understand. Needed it all to be explained, but he wasn’t talking, he was just sobbing and gasping for air and Hitoshi couldn’t take it. He needed to know how to fucking fix this mess. Had he just made everything worse? Had he just ruined it all again? Like he ruined fucking everything?
“ Toshi ,” Sapling croaked, voice quiet in between sniffles. “The entire time you’ve been nothing but sweet to me, I’m the one who’s fucked up. I– I’m sorry I’m such a burden. I’m so fucking useless.”
“You are not a fucking burden. No. Don’t fucking say that. Never fucking say that.”
“I’m a useless Deku,” Sapling whispered.
“No. You are not. You do not get to say that about someone I care about. I don’t care that it’s you. Stop fucking saying shit like that about my friend. I can’t– I won’t fucking let you,” Hitoshi felt the tears slipping out, felt how they slid down his face, catching in the fucking scars and making him even more aware of them. Fuck this, fuck all of this.
“But it’s the truth,” Sapling cried. “Kacchan always said that.”
“I don’t fucking care what whoever this Kacchan bitch is said. I don’t give two fucks about their dumbass wrong opinion. They’re a fucking idiot if they think that. Don’t you dare let them get away with that, don’t you dare fucking believe them.”
For a while longer, Sapling kept crying, always attempting to say something and then either lacking the air or changing her mind. “I don’t– How am I– I don’t know why Kacchan’s words keep returning, I haven’t actually talked to him in six years. I just– you’re too fucking good for me, Toshi–”
Hitoshi wanted to fucking sob. He wanted to scream and tell Sapling how stupid he was being. Him ? Too good for someone? Not. Fucking. Possible. If Sapling just knew that, it would all be different. If he could just see him, he would understand, he would stop hurting. He would stop fearing when Hitoshi would abandon him. He would take the chance to fucking run and get away from the monster. He would stop fucking caring. Hitoshi couldn’t, though. Even if it would fucking help. He just couldn’t . Couldn’t let it happen. Couldn’t let him know the truth. Couldn’t fucking show him his face.
There was some muffled noise in the background, followed by Sapling squeaking, “ Mina?! ” Then the call abruptly ended. What? Fuck. Hitoshi should be happy here. Should be happy that Sapling had Mina. Should be happy that someone who would actually be able to help was there. They should be fucking happy, but they just felt empty; felt useless and broken and pathetic.
> letsapling257 — 03:57, 24/03/2160
hey, it’s Mina. sorry about that, I should’ve kept a better eye on him. he actually fell asleep around midnight and I thought he’d sleep till morning. hope he didn’t say anything important, because this is not how either of you deserve this going.
hope ur doing good and thanks for taking care of him whilst I was asleep
> catastrophetoshi — 03:57, 24/03/2160
im so fucking sorry i feel like ive messed up here somehow, look after him for me please
Hitoshi could only pray Sapling would still want to talk in the morning. Ugh, he hated this, hated it all, hated most that he had to go back to streaming like he was fine when he was so not fine.
> letsapling257 — 03:58, 24/03/2160
of course!! have a good stream. don’t worry, i’ll talk to him in the morning. he’s asleep now
> letsapling257 — 03:59, 24/03/2160
if you need anything, you can find me at @minabutmakeitsparkly here on dc
> catastrophetoshi — 03:51, 24/03/2160
thank u
Hitoshi groaned, taking far too many deep breaths and brushing away the tears, refusing to think anymore about it for fear they would start sobbing. With a deep breath, they unmuted themself on stream once more. “So sorry that took so long, chat, we are back now. Please tell me if any of you have some ideas for things to do while I play TreasureMine because I am going to combust if I don’t have something vaguely interesting to think about.”
— * —
The next morning, Izuku felt like a train had wrecked him. His brain was exploding and his face felt disgustingly sticky. “ Ugh ,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Mina hummed and Izuku groaned even louder.
“ Fuck offff .”
“I fear I can’t do that,” Mina replied. “I promised a certain someone to take care of you and I need to leave for work in an hour, so up, up you get. I made breakfast.” She headed over to the bed, pulling his blanket away.
“Minaaaaa.” Izuku felt like she was dying. Well , not exactly. Death felt differently. She would know. “Why do you hate me?”
“Because you somehow managed to make it all the way to your streaming room without the wheelchair just to fucking call CatasToshi and cry to them about– I don’t even know, but it seemed bad, considering the amount you cried,” Mina replied, shoving Izuku towards his wheelchair.
Holy shit . Ignoring Mina’s attempts to try to move them, they sat up in bed and stared at her. “I did what .” Then, all the memories came rushing back and they nearly fell out of bed trying to get on their wheelchair. “Where’s my phone?” Because it wasn’t on their nightstand.
“In my safe possession until you have eaten and processed whatever intense conversation you guys had,” Mina declared dutifully, already climbing over his bed to drive his wheelchair to the kitchen where she’d put a plate of stacked waffles on each of their usual places. She practically forced him to eat and then started questioning him about what he’d talked to Toshi about, which– fuck .
“I just feel so stupid, like why the fuck would I tell him that . I can’t even tell him the reason why I think he’d leave me, because he’d leave me ,” Izuku complained. “Why does he have to be so fucking good, then I wouldn’t feel so anxious about the day where he eventually finds out I’m a disabled, quirkless idiot.”
“ Hey . Don’t do that. You’re a great guy and you are not defined by your need for a wheelchair or your lack of a quirk, got it?” Izuku let his head hang. Sometimes, when the doubt got bad, Mina would start lecturing him about what a good human he was, but no matter how much or how little he listened, he never felt better or more confident afterwards.
“Just drop it, that’s not helping,” he grumbled in between bites, cutting Mina off during her list of things Izuku specifically was great at, despite his body’s… everything. “I need to apologise to him, maybe he’s okay with forgetting that happened?”
“Izuku!” Mina burst, “You can’t just pretend that nothing happened, you’re both such messes that it’ll eventually blow up in your faces if you do that.”
“But–”
“No, I don’t want to hear it. Don’t you dare let yourself or CatasToshi bottle this bullshit up. You need some character development, seriously.” Mina was standing instead of sitting at this point, hands thrown up in exasperation. “And maybe a little more distance, because I’m not sure it’s healthy to get so attached in just a few days–”
“ Mina! ”
Mina paused, finally rethinking some of her words. “Okay, fine. I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you, I get that you like them and they like you, but you both have things that are clearly in your way in your attempts to get to know each other better and I get that you don’t want to reveal that, especially not if you’ve only known each other for a fucking week. So I’m just saying, maybe take a step back from the heavy topics. And from now on, I’ll be revoking your electronics rights when you’re drunk until you and CatasToshi get your shit together.”
Izuku sighed, mulling over Mina’s words. Maybe she was right, maybe they were moving too quickly– But he couldn’t help the constant tug of his heart that pulled him towards Toshi. Maybe he should have a serious conversation with the other man – but his subathon would make it hard to have that conversation in private. He swallowed the last bite of waffles, watching silently as Mina collected her things from around his flat.
“Just– think about it. You need to go about it smartly if you don’t want this to end in a burning crash. What you told me about your call made it seem as if you were already clashing hard.” Mina hesitated, hovering around the door.
Izuku finally took the initiative and rolled over to her. Slowly, he placed his feet on the ground, bracing his hands on his armrests and pushed himself into a standing position, just so he could hug her. “Thank you, Mina. You’re a great friend and I’m sorry for this mess. I know you’re only looking out for me and I really appreciate it. Be safe .”
Underneath his hands, he could feel tension draining from her body as she hugged him back. “I’m sorry if I was too harsh, you’re just so important to me.”
“It’s okay. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Good luck with your lover,” she lightly teased. Then she waited until he was sitting firmly back in his wheelchair before leaving his flat. The quiet slam of the door seemed to echo in the room.
Fuck, what was he going to do now?
Izuku decided to spend the following hour mindlessly tidying her already pretty much spotless apartment whilst thinking about how to approach the situation. Finally, she rolled her wheelchair to her desk, opening Discord.
— * —
> letsapling257 — 15:35, 24/03/2160
hey, i’m so sorry about last night.
what i did was fucked and i’m sorry that you had to witness that. we should talk about it, but i don’t want to do this over text and definitely not in front of your viewers, so maybe we wait until after the subathon?
sorry again and i hope you can forgive me, mina already revoked my rights to hold on to my phone and access my computer when i’m drinking
> catastrophetoshi — 15:36, 24/03/2160
ur ok, don’t stress about last night, alcohol does weird fucking thing to ppl yk? talking wuld probably be good, idc about the subathon that much so if u wanna talk about stuff sooner, i am happy to mute it again to call, but also i get not wanting to do that too
> catastrophetoshi — 15:36, 24/03/2160
ofc i forgive u, dont even worry about it
> letsapling257 — 15:37, 24/03/2160
:)
> letsapling257 — 15:37, 24/03/2160
so we good? …are you still okay with us… flirting? i can stop if you want me to
> catastrophetoshi — 15:37, 24/03/2160
pls dont stop
> letsapling257 — 15:38, 24/03/2160
okay, i wont
> letsapling257 — 15:40, 24/03/2160
sweetheart ;)
> catastrophetoshi — 15:40, 24/03/2160
ur gonna kill me one of these days holy shit
> letsapling257 — 15:41, 24/03/2160
no dying please, been there, dont recommend
> letsapling257 — 15:41, 24/03/2160
holy shit i did it again please ignore that i am NOT ready to address that
> catastrophetoshi — 15:42, 24/03/2160
fucking crazy lore drop holy shit r u ok?
> catastrophetoshi — 15:42, 24/03/2160
okok no pressure to talk about it just uh r u ok rn? u safe?
> letsapling257 — 15:43, 24/03/2160
there is quite a number of jokes i currently have to hold back in fear of you asking even more questions– but yes, i am safe
> catastrophetoshi — 15:44, 24/03/2160
as long as ur safe and u tell me if ur gonna be in danger, im not gonna press u for anything else
> catastrophetoshi — 15:44, 24/03/2160
u can always tell me, but i wont press
> letsapling257 — 15:48, 24/03/2160
thank you, i really appreciate that. same goes for you with anything
> catastrophetoshi — 15:48, 24/03/2160
<33333333333
> letsapling257 — 15:49, 24/03/2160
<333333333333333333
> letsapling257 — 15:50, 24/03/2160
if you give me about half an hour, i’ll come join you on call?
> catastrophetoshi — 15:51, 24/03/2160
sounds good :D
— * —
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Notes:
oh u work? - toshi asked, yk, like a freak (CRAZY thing to ask, toshi)
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izu: i dont mind being claimed by you
bee: GAYYYY
huffi: GAYYYYY---
izu: good boy ;)
toshi: *gay*---
izu: y don't u hate me
toshi: y does he want me to hate him? what did i do wrong? i fucked up, i must'vewe stan a king of jumping to self deprecating conclusions
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izu: everything u know about me is a lie!
toshi: my entire life is a lie, no one knows anything about me that isn't a lie, i am all lies
both of them: fucking sobbing
huffi: this is what i mean by them being mentally unstable, stupid and scared---
toshi: ru safe rn
izu: well i am with the guy who tried to kill me but if i removed myself from that situation then there would not be any me left---
I fucking adored this chapter so much I hope u guys enjoyed it as much as I did! Is it fluff? Is it angst? Who knows! All I know is Toshi is a dumbass but I love him and Izuku is a mess but I love him too -bee
Chapter 8: the chapter where we throw in the single parent x single parent trope
Notes:
stage left, enter: miko-chan, denki -huffi
This is a good fucking chapter I actually adore it :DD
prepare for: uhh mentions of having a panic attack? suspicions of stalking (instantly shut down), mentions of hacking,...
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
> catastrophetoshi — 13:09, 27/03/2160
hey mina i have a question for u and its gonna sound rlly weird and creepy but i need u to trust me here
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:31, 27/03/2160
Hellooo whatcha got for me?
> catastrophetoshi — 13:32, 27/03/2160
do u and sapling live in musutafu?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:35, 27/03/2160
Okay admittedly that is pretty weird and I definitely expected something less legally questioning and something more crazy like idfk, Im friends with people like denks and he asks me weird shit all the time
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:35, 27/03/2160
Another thing I have to admit is that I made denks background check you because that was very creepy but dw u seem to be fine
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:36, 27/03/2160
Anyways y do u need to know that :)))))))
> catastrophetoshi — 13:38, 27/03/2160
that was fucking terrifying ok
> catastrophetoshi — 13:38, 27/03/2160
what exactly did this denks person find out about me? how many of my fucking secrets just got leaked to u
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:39, 27/03/2160
Uhh that youve been researching asmr for *some reason* even though u said it wasnt really ur thing when sap did it
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:39, 27/03/2160
And your address
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:40, 27/03/2160
And that you dont seem to have a history of stalker behaviour on your computer or any connected devices
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:41, 27/03/2160
I didnt like make him tell me your name or what you look like cause thats your buiz, but Im pretty sure denks knows
> catastrophetoshi — 13:42, 27/03/2160
ooh thats fucking lovely great just what i fucking wanted, a hacker knows litterally everything about me
> catastrophetoshi — 13:42, 27/03/2160
off to have a fucking panic attack holy shit
> catastrophetoshi — 13:43, 27/03/2160
how likely is denks to leak that shit? how much do i need to fucking dissapear off the internet?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:43, 27/03/2160
Noooo wait hes not a hacker hes 100% trustworthy i swear
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:44, 27/03/2160
I made him sign a legal contract but hes chill either way
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:44, 27/03/2160
I pretended it was for my job but like unofficially me n denks know it was just to make sure sapling is safe ok im protective of my little plant
> catastrophetoshi — 13:46, 27/03/2160
ok well now i wanna know what ur job is but anywayssssss
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:46, 27/03/2160
Wouldnt you like to know weather boy ;)
> catastrophetoshi — 13:47, 27/03/2160
i shuld probably have explained beforehand what this was for but i didnt wanna get ur hopes up so uh yea
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:48, 27/03/2160
Hey at least now i know you’re not stalking sap, a win for us both
> catastrophetoshi — 13:50, 27/03/2160
uh before i ask, is sapling actually not able to look after a cat or is he just saying that (im not talking about a hyper one or a rlly needy one, just asdfghj yeah
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:51, 27/03/2160
Oh yeah he is very much able to take care of one, hes just being stupid
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:51, 27/03/2160
wAIT A FUCKING SECOND–
> catastrophetoshi — 13:52, 27/03/2160
ok thats fuckin perfect… culd u help me with something–
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:52, 27/03/2160
ARE YOU GETTING HIM A CAT?????
> catastrophetoshi — 13:53, 27/03/2160
ok that sounds– yk what its pretty accurate BUT
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:53, 27/03/2160
Thats so fucking gay of you
> catastrophetoshi — 13:53, 27/03/2160
SHUT UP
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:54, 27/03/2160
Nah uh i got permission to tease from sapling, try overruling that
> catastrophetoshi — 13:54, 27/03/2160
fuck u
> catastrophetoshi — 13:55, 27/03/2160
ok ok back on track
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:55, 27/03/2160
Aww i love you too!
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:56, 27/03/2160
Heck yeah i get to be your partner in– crime…surprise… PARTNER IN GAY SURPRISES
> catastrophetoshi — 13:59, 27/03/2160
i have volunteered at a cat shelter before and they just reached out to me asking about this cat (miko-chan) and shes fucking beautiful and perfect and such a sweetheart and ahh i love her
> catastrophetoshi — 14:02, 27/03/2160
shes been at the shelter since i was working there more properly about a year ago (i have kinda stopped unofficially cuz of ppl but thats not important)
> catastrophetoshi — 14:06, 27/03/2160
what is important is that this absolute sweetheart of a cat, easiest most loving cat u will ever meet has been stuck in this shelter for over a year because no one wants to adopt an old cat (shes only 5 thats not even that old)
> catastrophetoshi — 14:08, 27/03/2160
and they just msged me saying that if no one will foster or adopt her in the next month they r giving up on her
> catastrophetoshi — 14:09, 27/03/2160
so obviously i wuld take her but sapling keeps talking about wanting a cat and i thought…..
> catastrophetoshi — 14:10, 27/03/2160
wuld u be able to surprise them with the cat for me
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:15, 27/03/2160
YEESSSSSSSSSSSS
> catastrophetoshi — 14:12, 27/03/2160
THANK U SO MUCH HOLY SHIT
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:13, 27/03/2160
HES BEEN COMPLAINING FOR AGES I SHOULDVE JUST DONE THIS
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:13, 27/03/2160
But hey, this way you get to have your gay little surprise ;);)
> catastrophetoshi — 14:14, 27/03/2160
trust me shes such a sweetheart like if she culd just sit in ur lap all day she wuld but also if she cant she will happily find a bed to curl up on she’s a beauty
> catastrophetoshi — 14:14, 27/03/2160
im dying at u calling this my gay surprise ;-;
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:16, 27/03/2160
fUFFJDGKJCK IGTG iM WORKIGHNGHJAE
> catastrophetoshi — 14:18, 27/03/2160
i– pffft ok welp whenever ur off work, miko-chan is at Takamori Cat Haven
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 19:59, 27/03/2160
Fuck that was tough. I’m finally done with patrol today
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:00, 27/03/2160
Also u can die at me calling this your gay surprise all you want (actually dont die please, sap will be sad), but you’re not denying it
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:02, 27/03/2160
I fear it’s too late to go to the shelter today, but I might do it tomorrow or saturday, depending on my family’s plans.
> catastrophetoshi — 20:03, 27/03/2160
sorry, PATROL?????
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:05, 27/03/2160
fUC
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:05, 27/03/2160
Im way too used to talking to people who know
> catastrophetoshi — 20:09, 27/03/2160
ur a fucking hero.
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:11, 27/03/2160
Yea
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:12, 27/03/2160
Take one guess which one
> catastrophetoshi — 20:15, 27/03/2160
fuck ur testing my hero knowledge here
> catastrophetoshi — 20:18, 27/03/2160
im presuming ur our age so uh hmm cant be earphone jack ur voices r too dif on present mics radio show uh u dont give the energy of creati or froppy or battle fist uhhh FUCK ARE U ALIENQUEEN!?!?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:18, 27/03/2160
The one and only XX
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:19, 27/03/2160
And chargebolt was the one who did the background check lol
> catastrophetoshi — 20:19, 27/03/2160
im going to die
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:20, 27/03/2160
Sap would be sad
> catastrophetoshi — 20:21, 27/03/2160
not that being a good argument tho–
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:22, 27/03/2160
See, *gay*
> catastrophetoshi — 20:23, 27/03/2160
JUST CUZ ITS TRU DOESNT MEAN ITS NICE
> catastrophetoshi — 20:23, 27/03/2160
FUCK WAIT DONT TELL SAPLING I SAID THAT
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:24, 27/03/2160
Do I look like I truly care about being nice when I get to tease my friends xx
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:25, 27/03/2160
Oh look, now you have two friends, congrats!! ♥️♥️♥️
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:25, 27/03/2160
Also *duh* u guys need to sort your stubborn asses’ mess out yourselves
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:26, 27/03/2160
And speaking of not telling, Im sure u understand not to spread the information that minabutmakeitsparkly is alien queen’s secret alt :)
> catastrophetoshi — 20:27, 27/03/2160
well apparently u have literally all my info as blackmail so…
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:27, 27/03/2160
Ok but I would never use that, and neither would denks
> catastrophetoshi — 20:28, 27/03/2160
i wont say anything but if u fucking leak my face (EVEN TO SAPLING) everyone will fucking know. don’t test me
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:29, 27/03/2160
Valid threat. Idk what u look like but you must be criminally attractive to be so protective of it. No worries, no one will see anything
> catastrophetoshi — 20:29, 27/03/2160
something like that sure
> catastrophetoshi — 20:31, 27/03/2160
did chargebolt rlly not tell u?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:32, 27/03/2160
Pinky promise ♥️♥️
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:32, 27/03/2160
If it makes you feel safer, I can let him know to reach out to you?
> catastrophetoshi — 20:33, 27/03/2160
wdym
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:34, 27/03/2160
*I mean* that youd feel way better knowing denks has your information when you know denks yourself
> catastrophetoshi — 20:34, 27/03/2160
i don’t want to bother a hero
> catastrophetoshi — 20:34, 27/03/2160
*ANOTHER HERO HOLY SHIT Y R U HERE
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:35, 27/03/2160
Xoxo
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:35, 27/03/2160
Ill shoot him a text then :D
> catastrophetoshi — 20:37, 27/03/2160
thats like the opposite of what i said but ok?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:37, 27/03/2160
Dont worry, i speak fucked up mess language, katsuki and sap have made me an expert at it
> catastrophetoshi — 20:38, 27/03/2160
wtf… o…k?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:39, 27/03/2160
👏I👏AM👏NOT👏AFRAID👏TO👏SPEAK👏THE👏TRUTH👏
> catastrophetoshi — 20:41, 27/03/2160
i have no words
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:42, 27/03/2160
I do! I’m going now, my loves demand my attention, have a gay night xoxo ♥️
> catastrophetoshi — 20:43, 27/03/2160
u ?too?
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 20:43, 27/03/2160
U get me ♥️♥️
— * —
> pikachoochoo — 21:04, 27/03/2160
HELLOOO
> pikachoochoo — 21:04, 27/03/2160
CAN I JUST SAY UR SO FCKING HOT WTF
> pikachoochoo — 21:05, 27/03/2160
But i pinky promised mina not to steal her secret bsfs man :((((
> catastrophetoshi — 21:05, 27/03/2160
… wut
> catastrophetoshi — 21:06, 27/03/2160
wait shit ur chargebolt
> pikachoochoo — 21:06, 27/03/2160
The ONE and ONLY >:D
> catastrophetoshi — 21:07, 27/03/2160
u and mina r concerningly similar
> pikachoochoo — 21:08, 27/03/2160
Ofc!!!! Shes my platonic SOULMATEE
> catastrophetoshi — 21:08, 27/03/2160
also that means uve seen my face what r u on about me being hot????????
> pikachoochoo — 21:09, 27/03/2160
I mean youre hot!!!
> pikachoochoo — 21:10, 27/03/2160
I see hot so i say hot 🥵
> catastrophetoshi — 21:11, 27/03/2160
ok well i see delusional so i say delusional
> pikachoochoo — 21:12, 27/03/2160
Its okay, butterflies cant see how pretty they are, either :D
> catastrophetoshi — 21:13, 27/03/2160
yea but unlike butterflies ive seen a mirror and i KNOW how ugly i am dumbass
> pikachoochoo — 21:13, 27/03/2160
No, no ur just delusional
> pikachoochoo — 21:13, 27/03/2160
Like me :D
> pikachoochoo — 21:14, 27/03/2160
We can be delulu besties!!!!!
> catastrophetoshi — 21:15, 27/03/2160
i cant– wtf is wrong with u
> pikachoochoo — 21:17, 27/03/2160
People tell me im loud, annoying and delusional. Also im a pro hero so the lacking self preservation and sleep are basically pre programmed and i somehow still have a 12 hour screen time on days i work already 12 hours and i dont even use my personal phone during patrols– unLIKE MINA, who almost fucked up a robber pursuit because she was too busy texting today
> catastrophetoshi — 21:18, 27/03/2160
ok well we have the annoyingness, delusion, no self preservation and lack of sleep all in common so weve got that going for us ig?
> pikachoochoo — 21:18, 27/03/2160
Perfect, we’re delulu besties now then, u wont be able to get rid of me :)
> catastrophetoshi — 21:20, 27/03/2160
i regret so many things rn but ok sure ig we r
> pikachoochoo — 21:21, 27/03/2160
Good cause im outside your door and it may be end of march but its cOLD, lET ME IN
> catastrophetoshi — 21:21, 27/03/2160
wtf WHY
> catastrophetoshi — 21:22, 27/03/2160
IM *STREAMING*
> pikachoochoo — 21:23, 27/03/2160
Bro i know ur address u think i dont know that
> pikachoochoo — 21:23, 27/03/2160
Im here to give u COMPANY
> pikachoochoo — 21:24, 27/03/2160
Clearly u are bORED OUT OF UR MIND
> pikachoochoo — 21:25, 27/03/2160
AND people have told me it never gets boring with me
> catastrophetoshi — 21:25, 27/03/2160
fuck it im lonely and bored so fine yeah ok lemme get the door
what r we gonna call u cuz idk if i need everyone knowing im friends (ugh im friends with u? fuck ;-;) with a hero
> pikachoochoo — 21:26, 27/03/2160
Pika, duh!!! Cya at the door :DDD
— * —
Hitoshi groaned, pushing his chair away from the desk slightly. This was insane. This was just fully insane. All of this was insane.
“Alright chat, we have a surprise uninvited guest here, I just have to let him in. I’d say be nice, but you know what, I don’t actually care. I didn’t fucking invite him so it’s on him,” Hitoshi announced, and with that he muted the stream incase the idiot had been lying about seeing his face. Because seriously, he still didn’t believe the guy had seen it. How could he have seen it and still want to meet in person? Whatever . Hitoshi was used to doors slamming in his face and people immediately hating him. He wasn’t mentally fucked up right now like he had been earlier in the subathon, so he could handle it. Still, he took several deep breaths before opening the door.
“Fuuuck, why are you even more attractive in real life? Man, Minaaa . I’m never pinky promising her anything ever again.”
Yup. That was Chargebolt for sure. And he wasn’t kidding about being delusional as fuck.
“You– I don’t have the energy to deal with that right now actually. Yup, ok, hi, come in, I guess? Make yourself at home or whatever? –Yeah, ok, you’re already doing that. Fucking did you at least bring me a coffee?” Hitoshi watched as Pika barged into their flat and immediately located the streaming room, where he sat down in the gaming chair– their gaming chair. “ Nope .” Quickly, Pika got out of the chair and instead sat down on the floor, placing the bag he brought next to himself. Bond, of course, immediately decided the man’s head was his new throne. This resulted in several scrabbling attempts to claim his head before eventually settling on his shoulder with his front paws on Pika’s head.
“Even better, I brought coffee and SNACKS.” Pika proceeded to pull out a cup of coffee next to a box of what looked like it was from the bakery at the corner and a few bags of chips and popcorn and other salty snacks. “Black coffee with honey, right?”
“Ok, that was a joke, what the fuck, who told you the secret to my heart, gimme, gimme.” Hitoshi grinned, their hands immediately reaching out in a grabbing motion.
“Well, after Mina told me why she needed your info, I got curious and watched some of the clip compilations. CataSapling is now my favourite ship of people IRL that aren’t actually together yet at the moment.” Pika pressed the cup into his hand and Hitoshi instantly sat down and melted into his chair.
“ Great . The fans will fucking love you. Any last words before I unmute stream?” Hitoshi asked, already sipping his coffee– it was beautifully made, holy shit.
“Nah, let’s give Twitch their hottest streamer back.”
Hitoshi rolled his eyes, but unmuted the stream regardless. “Alright chat, say hi to Pika, he brought me food and coffee and I will forever adore him for it.”
“Fuck yes!” Pika actually fucking fist pumped the air . All that was missing was him screaming ‘Plus Ultra’ like the UA student he used to be. The UA student Hitoshi never got to be. “Okay, look, I wasn’t sure about your favourite types of cakes and donuts so I bought a few. Whilst you do your mining thing, we go through them and you let me know which ones you like for next time!”
What the fuck, he was already thinking about a next time?!!?
— * —
Pika had stayed over the night, not even yawning once the entire time, which… what the fuck? He finally left at around ten the next morning, when he said he had to go to sleep for his night shift. Sapling had been around since nine, and the two meeting each other had felt a little odd, but Pika was too busy being excited to really let Hioshi think too much over it. It was probably just because Sapling’s voice was coming through the speakers, not his headphones, that made it feel so weird.
“How come you always said you don’t have any friends, but suddenly Pika is in your house?” Sapling asked, sounding a little pouty. Was he… jealous? No. No, that couldn’t be right. He was just playing up the act. They had agreed that was fine. Hitoshi needed to chill the fuck out.
“I’m going to be so honest with you here, bro kinda just showed up. This is the first time I have ever met him. It was deeply o
dd, and I’m still not sure what the fuck is going on with that but yeah, I’m making the choice not to question him. I still don’t know how he found my address; like I should definitely call the police on him but he’s kinda a vibe so I’m making the choice not to question it.” It was better for Hitoshi’s sanity, otherwise they’d be going crazy just because of the countless times Pika called them attractive, hot or pretty or any positive word about his looks.
“That…does actually answer some of my questions but also definitely gives me more–”
“Trust me Sapling, if I understood it at all, I’d tell you.”
Sapling huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s valid. Strange guy. But fun.”
“Yeah,” Hitoshi smiled, that was a pretty accurate description, really. With that, they moved on, relaxing into their easy conversation, light banter and entertaining bonding.
When lunchtime was creeping closer, Hitoshi suddenly heard a door slam on Sapling’s end, followed by an unfamiliar female voice screaming, “ I’M HOME, BABE! ” …What? Did… did Sapling have a girlfriend? Had he been leading Hitoshi on the entire time? Of course he had. It was just jokes with them. All jokes. None of it was real. None of it was even a little true. He knew that.
“Does your boyfriend approve of this?” The raised eyebrow was practically audible through the headphones. Ah, okay, so not his girlfriend. She was taken. Hitoshi couldn’t help the way he relaxed slightly at that. Fucking stupid. Sapling was still way out of his reach.
“Uh, yeah,” the woman said, “He thinks you’re chill.”
“Wait, they know about me?!” Ok, now Hitoshi was getting worried. What if Sapling was part of this woman cheating on her boyfriend? … No, that’d be crazy. Sapling wasn’t the type to do that. …Right? No. He wasn’t. This was just something silly that Hitoshi was getting confused about. Probably normal for people with friends. Hitoshi wouldn’t fucking know.
“ Duh , why else would I keep inviting you every month? Which you keep rejecting,” the woman spoke again and honestly at this point, Hitoshi was just really, thoroughly confused.
Sapling groaned, then replied, “Yeah, well, ‘cause, y’know – … What are you even doing? Where are you?”
“Just setting some things up!” the voice sounded even more distant than before. “And yeah, I know . But you still haven’t told me what that’s all about.”
“Setting what u–” Sapling gasped, possibly as the woman finally entered the room, since her voice had gotten louder as she’d spoken.
— * —
Izuku couldn’t believe his eyes. Mina was holding a cat in her arms . An adorable white, long furred cat with bright blue eyes and a loud purr. “Mina, is that a cat ?”
“Happy gay surprise! I’m only the delivery man though.” And she had the audacity to smile.
“Mina,” Izuku complained. “I can’t take care of a cat! What the hell am I supposed to do now!?”
She stepped closer, placing the cat in their lap and Izuku just about wanted to cry when the sweet, sweet creature immediately started purring and snuggling into them. “This is Miko-chan. She likes being in people’s laps and prefers it if they never get up ever again.” And then Izuku did start crying.
“Don’t just– tell me that!” They whined, hands already automatically petting Miko-chan. “I don’t even have a cat toilet or food or anything.”
“Luckily for you, I went shopping today. And I set up the cat toilet and the food and water bowls and some toys. I– ah, Sapling, trust me, you’re more than capable. Besides, this wasn’t even my idea.” When she nodded slightly towards his computer, Izuku gasped.
“Toshi–?!”
“She needed a home… I thought maybe she would be a good match for you, she’s as adorably lovable as you are.”
Izuku looked from his computer to Mina to Miko-chan and just…couldn’t stop crying. Midoriya tears, as always. “But– but– thank you, Toshi. ”
“Of course sweetheart, she needed someone to love her and I just knew you were that someone. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Toshi asked and Izuku decided to settle their gaze on Miko-chan, because she was. Her white fur was so silky and soft and Izuku would be happy to never stop petting her.
“So pretty,” they croaked hoarsely.
“You’re welcome!” Mina added. “I was the one to make his gay little surprise even possible!”
Right… Wait… Izuku sadly had to stop petting Miko-chan to mute himself on Discord. “Is that why fucking Chargebolt suddenly showed up at his door?? I don’t know how it relates, but he’s your friend!”
“Look, I thought they were a fucking stalker! I had to get Denks to check they weren’t!”
“ Oh my god , Mina!” Izuku would like to please give her back to the store. Maybe they still accepted return items after a few years.
“I can now confirm they’re not a stalker! They’re chill! And Denks says they’re hot too, so…”
“Yeah, I heard that. He said it way too many times on stream.” And yes, okay, maybe Izuku was a little jealous. Just a little!
“Aww, you’re jealous!”
Izuku did not like the teasing. “Am not!”
“Oh, you totally are. Cute! But don’t worry, I made Denks pinky promise me not to steal your man, so you’re all good. Take aaall the time you need, babe.” Then she blew him a kiss from where she’d thrown herself to claim the couch on the opposite wall from his computer setup.
Rolling his eyes and maybe pouting a bit, he turned his microphone back on. “Sorry about that; had to tell Mina that she’s stupid. I’ll be looking for the receipt later and return her to the store.”
“ HEY! ”
Toshi complained, “Aww you can’t return my delivery man! How am I supposed to keep buying you gifts!?”
“I’m sure you can make Pika do that, now that you’ve got a friend. Actually, wait– you don’t need to buy me gifts!”
“Sure I do! I gotta show my favourite person some love somehow!”
“Aw, but there are other ways to do that,” Izuku teased, totally overplaying the fact that they were burning bright red from hearing that they were Toshi’s favourite person . Then they picked up whatever was throwable from their desk – a piece of paper, which they crumbled into a ball – and threw it at Mina, who was cackling.
“Maybe we should try some of those other ways,” Toshi smirked, the wink practically audible in his words. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
“It’s unfair that you get to say that when we can’t try them right now.” And when Mina, who’d just calmed down, burst out laughing again, scaring Miko-chan, Izuku suddenly realised what he’d just said. “Uh– wait– fuck– ”
“I believe in our… abilities.”
Izuku could feel his blood rushing not only into his face, but other parts of his body, too and he was really fucking glad that Mina was there so he could listen to her stupid cackle and calm back down. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”
“I’m certain we will.”
Before Izuku could reply, their doorbell rang, followed a few seconds later by Toshi’s doorbell also ringing. “Wh–”
“Lunchtime!” Mina announced, jumping off the couch and skipping towards the door. “My treat!”
“I hate that you have my address now Mina, holy shit is that creepy– although I do love food. There better be a coffee, too, though.”
Mina returned from the front door carrying two brown paper bags, smelling suspiciously like Burgers and Fries. “Of course there’s coffee! I even got you ice cream. And us too, for that matter.”
“You are a fucking legend,” Toshi grinned, “I’ll grab it real quick, be right back.”
(SUBATHON TIMER: 10:14:37-)
Notes:
huffi after accidentally clicking "post" whilst proofreading: EVERYBODY CLOSE YOUR EYES
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toshi: do you live in (place where they live)
mina: A STALKER
toshi: *panick*---
mina and denki abusing their hero privileges for stuff like this is SO canon
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mina: i got permission from sap, try overruling that
toshi, knowing he cant: fuck you---
denki: im so single
denki: im so sad and lonely
denki: hitoshi is a fucking snack
denki: fuck wdym i cant have him mina
denki: :(
denki: im so single
denki: im so sad and lonely
bee: *laughing ominously in the background*---
delulu besties shinkami ftw!!!!
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toshi: what is wrong with you
denki: *insert entire list of things*
toshi: ...
toshi: same---
denki, standing inside a buildibg: ITS COLD LET ME IN
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the begin of denki and bond :):):):):):)
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denki:
toshi:
izu: u have other friends? :(---
denki: man u guys have no idea how attractive this man is
izu: STOP TEASING ME---
denki: jokingly flirting with toshi
izu: *raging jealousy*---
yes, mina made denki indeed promise.
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mikochan: likes laying in peoples laps and preferably never wants them to get up
izu, a(n ambulatory) wheelchair user: *sobs*---
toshi:
potential friends:
toshi:
potential friends: FOOD!!!!!!! COFFEE!!!!!!!!
toshi: FUCK YEAHHHHHHH
friends: FUCK YEAHHHHHHH
Chapter 9: is this the end?
Notes:
i greatly extol myself and bee for writing this extolled fic. -huffi
^^^Huffi learnt a new word, can u tell? ;p - Bee
prepare for: emotional damage for the loser lol
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Monday, March 30 2160, 10:13: ‘LetSapling’ is live: It’s Subathon Time! // Last Week of the TreasureMine Bet (1 SUB=5 MIN)
TreasureMine — #TreasureMine #CataSapling #Bet #Subathon #anypronouns
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215k viewers | 7:02+
(SUBATHON TIMER: 17:58:02-)
The stream displayed the TreasureMine leaderboard. ‘ letsapling ’ was in first place, only a few thousand points ahead of ‘ catastoshi ’s steadily climbing score. “Okay, welcome to my subathon!” LetSapling greeted their audience. “I’ve decided to start my own subathon, since now it’s the last week of mine and Toshi’s bet and I need to grind to make sure to keep my place, as you can see. However, I won’t be grinding without a break like Toshi, because that’s stupid and unlike Toshi, I don’t want to hate the game by the end. Also, I am not built to spend days without a proper night of sleep, so you’ll have to occasionally deal with the stream being absolutely silent. Uhh. Yeah, I think that was all. I know the rule that I’m not allowed to play TreasureMine already ended on Saturday and I have in fact already played then, if you remember Saturday’s stream, and also most of yesterday, but mainly I was preparing for the subathon. I also called off work next Sunday, because I have a feeling.”
A few more donations rained in, pushing up the timer even further and the chat was getting more hyped with the minute. LetSapling closed the leaderboard and opened the actual game, automatically mining right away. “Also I thought we could call Toshi whilst we’re doing this, what do you guys say?” In response, the chat screamed yes in various ways with many uppercase letters. LetSapling’s chuckle rang out, and they opened Discord. The sound of Discord’s dial tone followed soon after, before it cut off and CatasToshi answered the call.
“Hey Sapling, should I be matching your subathon amount? One sub for five minutes instead of ten? I see what you’re doing there, trying to get free before me,” CatasToshi greeted, a teasing tone in their voice.
“I don’t care which one you do, I just thought I’d give my viewers less power,” Sapling teased right back.
“Less power you say, like you wouldn’t do almost anything they asked.” CatasToshi mocked.
LetSapling grinned to themselves, then used an innocent voice to ask, “Could you please sing Delusional by John Michael Howell for me?”
“I fucking hate you. Fine.”
A laugh echoed through their call, to be heard on both of their streams. “Thank you, I lo– ike you too. You just proved my point, by the way. You’re one to talk .” Neither of them noticed chat freaking out about his slip up. It was pretty clear CatasToshi didn’t notice the slip up at all, based on the slight groan before the music began.
“I’m not the one that you call to talk to when you can’t sleep. I’m just a fly on the wall, the shoulder you never need. But darlin’, you’re my everything, and I just wanna make you see– everything that we could be, could we? Mmhh,” CatasToshi sang, wondering if maybe they should have a singing channel, enjoying singing so much. But then, perhaps, they wondered if it was just because they were singing to LetSapling. Their absolutely amazing voice echoed in millions of viewers’ ears across the globe, but every single one of them knew the song wasn’t meant for them.
As CatasToshi sang the heartwrenchingly beautiful words, everyone knew it was only meant for one person. Well everyone except LetSapling, the person it was clearly meant for, who was so painfully oblivious, but still listening with an enamoured look on their face, imagining what it would be like if it were meant for them.
As the stream moved back into their calmer conversations, the chat brought up a question.
— STREAM CHAT
dawgimsotiredrnomfg: ok but can we talk about the fact that they’re already doing the prize for their bet
broskisametho: @dawgimsotiredrnomfg trueeeeeeeeeeee
amenHoziersVersion: @dawgimsotiredrnomfg Fr
DesignsGloriousDesigns: literally they r constantly on eachothers streams no matter who wins its just an average tuesday.
MyNameIsnoneofyourbusiness: imagine not even realising this
Jeantheturtlelikespeas: Maybe someone should donate something?
UniLifeKills: @Jeantheturtlelikespeas yea maybe, i wuld but im broke (fuck uni)
LookingForASugarbaby: @Jeantheturtlelikespeas igotchu
LookingForASugarbaby: @UniLifeKills text me on insta, its @/fili.pa
—
LOOKINGFORASUGARBABY GIFTED 10 SUBS: you guys should maybe change your bet prize because youre doing it already
“They’re not wrong,” CatasToshi groaned in agreement. “What do you wanna do?
LetSapling, very much zoned out and unaware of the donation their not-boyfriend-boyfriend had received, mumbled, “You.”
“SAP–” CatasToshi squeaked, using the other’s nickname for the first time on stream, causing a wave of “GAY” and rainbow flags on each of their stream chats.
“Huh? What’s up?”
“I– you– fucking– for fuck’s sake– someone just donated and pointed out that the prize doesn’t really mean anything anymore since we are already both on eachother’s stream. I asked what you wanted to do instead?”
“Oh,” LetSapling said. “Mmmh. I don’t know, let me think. … Hmm… Maybe we make a video where the loser has to do everything the winner says. Like, we get to pick five to ten commands to do?”
“Yeah, sounds good to me, but you better not just make me sing forever.”
“We’ll see. It’ll be my prize, after all.”
CatasToshi groaned defeatedly, before swearing they would beat LetSapling, even if it was the last thing they did.
— * —
The days on the subathon started to move faster, tension rising as they grew to be neck and neck, constantly checking the leaderboard, and each time a different person was on top. The nights were always slower, with Sapling dead to the world asleep on stream, and everytime Hitoshi heard any sound from the man sleeping, even just a soft sigh, his face flooded red. It was so unnecessarily fucking adorable.
Eventually, Hitoshi had to stop listening out for every sound Sapling made and instead he focused on learning more about ASMR. The man clearly adored it, had talked about it on stream with such a passion so many times, and Hitoshi couldn’t help the way his gay ass little heart wanted to learn more about Sapling’s fascination. He had to say, Sapling’s was the best he had heard so far. Pretty much everyone else immediately made him feel weird and he quickly moved on to another video after just a few minutes.
Then there was ‘ Tinglyzu ’. Fuck, was that man beautiful, and Hitoshi couldn’t help the way their heart screamed at them both to adore the man and to never, ever betray Sapling like that. It wasn’t fair. The man’s voice was soothing, and while Hitoshi still couldn’t stand the vast majority of sounds, the talking only videos did something to Hitoshi that they would never admit to. Maybe some part of them was connecting the gorgeous voice and sweet words whispered into their ears with Sapling, the only person to ever say such kind things to them, but no. It wasn’t Sapling. It was just some other man, who had a pretty voice and a pretty face that Hitoshi was unfairly weak for.
Every time they got a little too deep into the videos, Hitoshi would drag themself back out, checking the leaderboard and doing their best to catch up with Sapling. The other man had better tools, so while Hitoshi could get ahead while he slept, any lead they got would often be lost during the day. It was infuriating.
Hitoshi smiled gently at the soft yawn in the background, signifying Sapling waking once more. Soon enough, they were back full force, both grinding as much as physically possible.
“ Fuck , why are you ahead of me right now?!” Sapling asked through their mic, groaning in annoyance. “I’ve been mining all morning, what the hell.” A quiet meow accompanied his complaint, clearly Miko-chan agreeing with Sapling.
“I got an upgrade last night,” Hitoshi grinned, having found one that only lasted a week so wasn’t anywhere near as expensive, but it improved it greatly. He had also sworn chat to secrecy about it through some bribery (the promise to sing upon Sapling’s return).
Another groan. “Nah, fuck you. Why would you do that?”
“Calculated risk. I was able to make the loss back before you woke up.”
“Alright, chat, what did he buy? Let me in on the secret,” Sapling asked.
“Not a fucking chance, do you really think I serenaded you the moment you woke up just for fun?”
Sapling burst out laughing. Seriously, that had no right being such a fucking beautiful sound; Hitoshi was going to lose his mind over Sapling’s laugh.“ That’s why you did that? Aw, you’re too cute. I’ll find out somehow.”
“Nah, it’s a secret. Even Mina promised not to tell. I had to give her something extra, but still!”
“Okay, but what if I simply…rewind your stream? I’m already looking.”
“You do that and you are never getting a kiss from me. Ever,” Ok, maybe that was an empty threat, given once Sapling had seen his face he wouldn’t want a kiss, but anything to win this stupid bet.
“Wait, you’d kiss me?”
“Only if you don’t rewind the stream,” Hitoshi replied, putting all his effort into faking confidence. He was too much of a mess for this shit.
There was a long, annoyed groan, before Sapling said, “Ugh, fine . … There, I closed the tab.”
“Thank you,” Hitoshi relaxed. “You know how we could make this even more interesting?”
“I’m listening.”
“What if we ban ourselves from checking the leaderboard until 6:20 on Saturday, and then we check and find out who wins?”
Sapling seemed to consider it for a moment, before saying, “Okay, let’s do it.”
With that decided, the two continued to work as hard as they could to win this game, each making one or two more calculated risks with buying upgrades, but mostly just mining as much as physically possible. Surprisingly, almost as soon as Hitoshi’s sub counter had gotten past the time of the end of their bet, chat stopped adding to it, seeming happy to let the stream end once everything was over. Hitoshi could only pray it would stay that way. When he checked Sapling’s stream, the sub timer was almost the same as Hitoshi’s.
— * —
Saturday, April 4 2160, 18:16: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: the GRAND REVEAL – who’s betting on me? (no more subs im begging u)
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1,7M viewers | 284:39:46+
(SUBATHON TIMER: 5:57:21-)
— * —
Saturday, April 4 2160, 18:18: ‘LetSapling’ is live: It’s Time! // Big Reveal of the TreasureMine Bet (please no more subs)
TreasureMine — #TreasureMine #CataSapling #Bet #Subathon #anypronouns
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777k viewers | 128:12:07+
(SUBATHON TIMER: 8:00:39-)
Izuku threaded her left hand’s fingers through Miko-chan’s fur, unable to help the anxiety coursing through her veins. This was all just a bet, it was all fun and games, there was no true loss or win, but Toshi had been working on this for three fucking weeks, hardly catching sleep, unless Izuku forced them to – Izuku had to promise not to mine too much for Toshi to even agree in the past week. Besides, it was insanely weird to see her once tiny Twitch account suddenly have over 600 thousand followers and the number was still growing . The almost 800 thousand viewers she had right now were another record broken and she was really unsure of what to do with her newfound fame.
Like, yes, she had almost a million subscribers on her ASMR channel on YouTube, but that was very different from her Twitch. It had been just something she used to do for fun as a hobby, but now she felt like there were people who expected something from LetSapling and it was a little (very) nerve wracking. Considering she was also kind of lacking sleep, she’d decided to ignore that for a little while longer and instead focus on finishing the last eight hours that she had left of this subathon.
Izuku was doing some last minute mining– literally– when he saw the clock go from 18:19 to 18:20. “It’s time,” he said, hand instantly pausing. “Did you stop mining?”
“My hands are off my keyboard, let’s do it.”
“Wait, wait, this feels kind of anticlimactic, I feel like we need something to make it more dramatic,” Izuku realised, not wanting to disappoint the viewers.
“Was the tense 3 week build up not enough drama for you?” Toshi laughed, their voice starting to sound ever so slightly further away, likely leaning back in their chair. Izuku could spend all day listening to their voice – which he had been doing, a lot, in the said past three weeks. But their laugh felt special, rarer, somehow.
“You know what, that’s fair. I also can’t think of anything, so, let me just close the game and get the leaderboard.” He closed the game, cursor hovering above the leaderboard button in the menu.
Then Toshi threw in, “We both need to see it at the same time, three second countdown, go on one.”
“Yeah, okay, let’s go. Together,” Izuku suggested and got an agreeing hum in response.
“Three–
Two–
One! GO! GO! GO!”
A disbelieving laugh escaped Izuku as he stared at the name in the number one. “I won!”
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE! BY THREE FUCKING GOLD!? I HATE YOU! I’M GONNA SCREAM!”
And maybe he’d usually feel offended at hearing someone tell Izuku they hated him, but at the moment, he really couldn’t judge Toshi for it. “Holy shit, I am so sorry, but this is also fucking insane.” More and more laughs slipped from his lips until he couldn’t stop anymore, giggling with relief that it was over, victory that he won and many more mixed emotions he couldn’t quite name. Laughing was his way of coping.
“Fuck this, I’m deleting this game. These three weeks have been hell. Never again. Never. Again,” Toshi groaned, clearly only barely holding back the bubble of laughter at the insanity. Izuku could understand – with the current upgrades Toshi had, he only would’ve needed to mine one more piece to get those three gold. But then again, he would’ve needed to mine another piece so they’d break the tie.
Eventually, Toshi also started laughing, the two of them cackling maniacally for at least three minutes straight until Izuku finally started catching his breath. He noticed that people had started donating him money – no subs – to congratulate him and he chuckled again, murmuring, “Thank you everyone, that’s really not necessary, but I appreciate it!”
There were a few aggressively loud keyboard typing noises on Toshi’s end, before the man announced, “Okay, I’ve officially fucking deleted TreasureMine, I will never fucking touch this shit again, not in a million years. Fuck you.”
“It was good while it lasted,” Izuku hummed, amused. “So what are we doing now?”
“I’m ready to keel over, but I guess we can play some sort of multiplayer game before the timer runs out,” Toshi grumbled, clearly displeased that he couldn’t just go to sleep right now. And Izuku understood that. He too wished to curl up in his comfy bed that he hadn’t even seen in the past week. His couch in the streaming room was fine, but he missed his bed.
“That works with me! Let’s have it be something chill, so we don’t need too much energy anymore. Wanna play Animal Crossing?”
“Yeah, why not.”
For nearly six hours, they explored each other’s islands in Endless Sea, farmed resources and came up with stupid games like playing hide and seek. Izuku enjoyed it a lot, but he could tell that Toshi was only holding on by bare threads at this point, truly ready to finally go to sleep.
When Toshi’s timer was down to only two minutes, they already started their goodbye speech for their viewers. “Farewell dumbasses, let’s be real, I am going to sleep for at least 20 hours, probably more, and I haven’t filmed anything because, well, subathon , so I doubt there will be a Tuesday upload, but when am I ever consistent with my so called upload schedule; so suck it up. You just got a 3 week long upload, how greedy can you be? I’ll see you all next time, we are raiding Sapling because of course we are, so go over there and give him all your annoying energy, I’m going to bed.”
As soon as the timer finally, finally ran out, Izuku watched as Toshi’s stream instantly ended. “Congratulations, Toshi. You’re finally free.” She grinned when she heard Toshi saying “Fuck yeah!”.
“Look, I’d stay, but I’m fucking dying and I’m craving that 20 hours of sleep so fucking desperately, so… chat later?”
“That is so valid, I can’t wait to finally see my bed again,” Izuku hummed. “Chat later. Sleep well, sweetheart.”
“Alright, bye,” Toshi said, then immediately hung up. Reasonable course of action.
After Toshi left, Izuku decided to switch to ‘ Sky: Children of the Light ’ to do a chill candle run. His viewers had luckily slowly started leaving, so when he looked at his viewer count of 50k and at chat, he could easily pretend it was almost like before he gained so much attention. Of course– fifty thousand viewers was a big difference to the prior two thousand, and that had already been his record back then, but it was definitely much less anxiety-inducing than five hundred thousand and chat had started to calm down as well, only the same hundred or so still talking.
“Okay chat, my candle’s grey, we’ve only got around seven minutes left, so I’ll just play some music sheets. But first– Thank you to everyone who’s watching and was here to watch. Thank you for all your donations and your time, I really appreciate it. Just as a little warning– I might not stream next week, or maybe I will? I’m not sure. I have to think about how to move forward with this channel, now that my viewer count has gone up so much. Thank you for your understanding.” They watched chat for a bit, everyone praising them and telling him to enjoy their break. Everyone really was understanding and it was truly relieving to read.
After that, he played some of the AURORA music sheets, waiting until the timer ran out, then ended the stream with a last few words of goodbye. Once their computer shut down, Izuku got ready for bed and snuggled into their mattress, burritoed in the blanket and Miko-chan curled up next to their pillow.
Notes:
toshi: as if u wouldnt do anything they asked
izu, instead of saying "so would u": plz sing
toshi: *sigh* fine
izu: ...point proven---
TOSHIS SINGING DELULU>>> OUR WRITING ANTHEM :D
---
toshi: i fucking hate u
izu: i love u too
izu: wait no i cant say that wtf---
random comment: im broke
"lookingforasugarbaby": dm me on insta
huffi: also the fili.pa is very much a hint at iwwv since id been reading fix it endings before we wrote that chapter lol...---
toshi: whaddya wanna do
izu, not 100% present atm: you.---
toshi: tinglyzu is pretty
toshi: WAIT NO I CANT BETRAY MY NOT BOYFRIEND LIKE THAT
toshi: ugh if only tinglyzu and sapling were the same person
us: *knows*
us: *maniacal cackling*---
izu: u'd kiss me?
toshi: yea but u wuldnt kiss me
both of them: *absolute self deprecating messes*---
no one:
absolutely no one:
huffi: ye so the latest animal crossing for them is called endless sea. why? bcs i said so :)---
izu:
huffi:
izu:
huffi: yes ur playing sky now, i love sky, go play sky, ur probably broke and missed an entire event since u last went on---
yep, izuku won. its over now. cya bitvhes -huffi
Toshi's crash out was so fucking valid and i will take no arguments- like in this game with the upgrades he had, that 3 gold was just mining a single piece more, if bro had just not taken his hands off the keyboard and used 3 extra seconds, he'd have won and i find that so funny -Bee
Chapter 10: wowow our gays finally get some privacy
Notes:
I need ppl to know that huffi and my colours are green and purple just like Izu and Toshi, so every time ppl use 💜💚 for shinzuku it feels extra sweet cuz those r the heart colours huffi and I use XDD -bee
its fascinating what people see when theyre on their deathbed -huffi
prepare for: mentioned suicide attempt, breakdown, uhhh i forgot whats happening exactly in their convo but basically they have a bit of a heavy convo towards the end
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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> letsapling257 — 17:48, 05/04/2160
hey toshi, hope you’re getting the rest you deserve xx
> letsapling257 — 17:49, 05/04/2160
just checking in to make sure you’re ok! and that you eat :)
> letsapling257 — 17:50, 05/04/2160
i got my mum’s katsudon from the freezer
> letsapling257 — 17:50, 05/04/2160
saved it up for today and man that was sO worth it
> letsapling257 — 17:53, 05/04/2160
next time ill save you a portion and make mina deliver it ;)
> catastrophetoshi — 22:59, 05/04/2160
ngl i only just woke up
> catastrophetoshi — 22:59, 05/04/2160
ive got a frozen pizza here somewhere
> catastrophetoshi — 23:00, 05/04/2160
ugh im so fucking tired still
> letsapling257 — 23:03, 05/04/2160
good morning sunshine
> catastrophetoshi — 23:04, 05/04/2160
rlly should feel wrong saying that at fucking 11pm but lets be real it is such a valid fuckin thing
> catastrophetoshi — 23:04, 05/04/2160
imma go sort out this fucking pizza im starved
> letsapling257 — 23:05, 05/04/2160
bon appetit :D
> catastrophetoshi — 23:09, 05/04/2160
FUCKIDHCSWUHO BOND WHY WOULD YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT
> letsapling257 — 23:09, 05/04/2160
feel like thats deserved if you just spent twenty three hours ignoring him
> catastrophetoshi — 23:09, 05/04/2160
BRO JUST JUMPED IN THE FUCKING OVEN WHEN I OPENED IT TO PUT THE PIZZA IN NO STOP BEING STUPID
> catastrophetoshi — 23:09, 05/04/2160
HE IS GONNA GIVE ME A FUCKING HEARTATTACK ONE OF THESE DAYS HOLY SHIT
> letsapling257 — 23:10, 05/04/2160
HOLY SHIT
> letsapling257 — 23:10, 05/04/2160
BOND DONT DO THAT SHIT
> catastrophetoshi — 23:11, 05/04/2160
RIGHT!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!??!??!?!!??!?!?!
> catastrophetoshi — 23:11, 05/04/2160
just for that im not gonna give him any of the pizza
> letsapling257 — 23:11, 05/04/2160
is that even healthy for a cat
> catastrophetoshi — 23:12, 05/04/2160
thats a lie im gonna give him a tiny bit of crust i know im too fucking soft
> letsapling257 — 23:12, 05/04/2160
pfft
> letsapling257 — 23:12, 05/04/2160
fucking catboy
> catastrophetoshi — 23:13, 05/04/2160
idk its probably not healthy but a treat every now and then cant be toooooo bad right? i dont give him any of the actual stuff, just the crust
> letsapling257 — 23:13, 05/04/2160
makes sense
> catastrophetoshi — 23:14, 05/04/2160
if he’s gonna die it will be for one of his dumbass stunts lets be so ffr
> letsapling257 — 23:15, 05/04/2160
you know what that seems reasonable
> catastrophetoshi — 23:17, 05/04/2160
not him sitting at the table all innocent like he didnt just nearly get cooked hansel and gretel style
> letsapling257 — 23:18, 05/04/2160
i need to see that lol
> letsapling257 — 23:19, 05/04/2160
mikochan only spends her time in my lap or in my bed when im asleep, i fear shes got separation anxiety
> catastrophetoshi — 23:19, 05/04/2160
bondfakinginnocence.png
> letsapling257 — 23:19, 05/04/2160
I LOVE IT
> catastrophetoshi — 23:19, 05/04/2160
ur living the dream, a cat not constantly trying to get down to its last life–
> letsapling257 — 23:20, 05/04/2160
yeah i think if mikochan did any of that id probably get a real heart attack
> catastrophetoshi — 23:21, 05/04/2160
maybe then u wuld know my pain
> letsapling257 — 23:21, 05/04/2160
mina already does enough dangerous shit to even that one out
> catastrophetoshi — 23:22, 05/04/2160
apparently pika does too (including getting ppls fucking address without asking what is that??????????????????)
> letsapling257 — 23:22, 05/04/2160
oh yeah remember when i said i wanted to return her to the store
> catastrophetoshi — 23:23, 05/04/2160
mhm?
> letsapling257 — 23:23, 05/04/2160
that was when i found out that SHE DID THAT
> catastrophetoshi — 23:24, 05/04/2160
yea… apparently asking if u live in musutafu was too creepy… which… fair–
> letsapling257 — 23:25, 05/04/2160
okay to be fair yes but also only because i knew she was only worried and she wouldnt endanger *you* in process is why shes still alive… or my friend…
> letsapling257 — 23:25, 05/04/2160
im so fucking sorry i can imagine how terrifying that mustve been
> catastrophetoshi — 23:26, 05/04/2160
yea there was so much that she culd have used to fuck me up i was so scared
> catastrophetoshi — 23:26, 05/04/2160
i got pika to improve my computer security and shit after that one
> letsapling257 — 23:27, 05/04/2160
valid shit
> catastrophetoshi — 23:29, 05/04/2160
i gotta grab my pizza and pay attention to bond for a bit, hes getting antsy and if i dont give him all my love and attention he is gonna do something fucking stupid i can SENSE it
> catastrophetoshi — 23:30, 05/04/2160
i dont have a 6th sense i have a ‘bond is about to do one of his dumbass stunts’ sense
> letsapling257 — 23:31, 05/04/2160
good luck and bon appetit!!!
> letsapling257 — 23:32, 05/04/2160
i think i’ll go read something
— 6 April 2160 —
> letsapling257 — 01:47, 06/04/2160
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
> catastrophetoshi — 01:48, 06/04/2160
… r u ok??????
> letsapling257 — 01:50, 06/04/2160
im crying fuck my life
> catastrophetoshi — 01:50, 06/04/2160
i repeat, r u ok??????????
> letsapling257 — 01:51, 06/04/2160
so i started reading this ff
> letsapling257 — 01:52, 06/04/2160
ITS ONGOING AND IM DONE WITH WHAT THEYVE GO TSO FAR
> letsapling257 — 01:52, 06/04/2160
AND NOW I HAVE TO SIT ON THIS STUPID FUCKING CLIFFHANGER
> letsapling257 — 01:53, 06/04/2160
how am i supposed to live laugh love in these conditions
> catastrophetoshi — 01:53, 06/04/2160
ouch ;-;
> catastrophetoshi — 01:53, 06/04/2160
real tho
> letsapling257 — 01:54, 06/04/2160
im in so much pain
> letsapling257 — 01:54, 06/04/2160
how dare authors be so evil
> catastrophetoshi — 01:55, 06/04/2160
its so mean :(
> catastrophetoshi — 01:55, 06/04/2160
like how dare they have a life
> letsapling257 — 01:55, 06/04/2160
they couldve just stopped bEFORE the angst began?!?!!?
> catastrophetoshi — 01:56, 06/04/2160
whats the fun in that?
> letsapling257 — 01:56, 06/04/2160
my running theory is that all authors are sadists, it comes with the job
> catastrophetoshi — 01:57, 06/04/2160
truuuuuuu
> letsapling257 — 02:01, 06/04/2160
aight imma go to sleep now, wanna fix my sleep schedule somehow
> catastrophetoshi — 02:02, 06/04/2160
imagine having a sleep schedule to fix (sleep? wats that) lmao
> catastrophetoshi — 02:02, 06/04/2160
gnnnnn sleep well
> letsapling257 — 02:03, 06/04/2160
u fucking idiot go sleep when youre tired
> letsapling257 — 02:03, 06/04/2160
but byee, have a nice day, sweetheart
> catastrophetoshi — 02:04, 06/04/2160
insomnias a bitch but also i woke up 3 hours ago soooooo
> letsapling257 — 02:04, 06/04/2160
thats why i said when youre tired
> catastrophetoshi — 02:05, 06/04/2160
yeayea shut up and go sleep idiot
> letsapling257 — 02:05, 06/04/2160
🖕
> letsapling257 — 02:10, 06/04/2160
<3333
> catastrophetoshi — 02:10, 06/04/2160
Sleep well <3333
— * —
> letsapling257 — 13:12, 06/04/2160
im boreddddd
> catastrophetoshi — 13:17, 06/04/2160
fair ive just been on and off dozing all day tbh
> catastrophetoshi — 13:17, 06/04/2160
wanna watch a movie?
> letsapling257 — 13:17, 06/04/2160
yes please, save me from this hell
> letsapling257 — 13:18, 06/04/2160
i really didnt mind laying around but i feel so lazy just staring at the ceiling
> letsapling257 — 13:18, 06/04/2160
forgot how much i hated doing that when i was like 15
> letsapling257 — 13:18, 06/04/2160
and i had to do a lot of that when i was like 15
> catastrophetoshi — 13:19, 06/04/2160
valid as fuck, what movie?
> letsapling257 — 13:21, 06/04/2160
ooooh lets have a ghibli marathon!!!
> letsapling257 — 13:21, 06/04/2160
lets watch kikis delivery service first
> catastrophetoshi — 13:22, 06/04/2160
im down
> letsapling257 — 13:22, 06/04/2160
>:D
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Monday, April 6 2160, 20:37: ‘Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Worst Rated Hair Salon Cuts Your Hair | 20m27s | 389k views
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> catastrophetoshi — 10:37, 07/04/2160
we should go beat some peoples asses in duo bedwars
> letsapling257 — 10:40, 07/04/2160
im in!!!
> catastrophetoshi — 10:41, 07/04/2160
vc or nah?
> letsapling257 — 10:41, 07/04/2160
im down for vc
> letsapling257 — 10:42, 07/04/2160
are you gonna stream it
> catastrophetoshi — 10:43, 07/04/2160
fuck no i do not have the energy to perform for chat lmao
> letsapling257 — 10:44, 07/04/2160
okok valid, me too, i was just curious
> catastrophetoshi — 10:44, 07/04/2160
yea fair
> catastrophetoshi — 10:45, 07/04/2160
in call i dont HAVE to talk constantly, stream is effort and im sleepy :/
> letsapling257 — 10:46, 07/04/2160
so real
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> letsapling257 — 09:01, 08/04/2160
hiya, i just thought id ask whether youd be ready to uhh talk
> letsapling257 — 09:05, 08/04/2160
itd probably be good to finally do it, also because mina keeps messaging me about it and its really annoying me
> letsapling257 — 09:07, 08/04/2160
but also because i want to and not because minas forcing me to
> catastrophetoshi — 09:16, 08/04/2160
yea that wuld be good uh do u wanna do it over call or msgs?
> letsapling257 — 09:19, 08/04/2160
i think this is more of a talking than texting kind of conversation…
Hitoshi knew Sapling was right, but at the same time, he knew he had to explain himself, explain the breakdown, explain… explain his quirk. Would Sapling even want to speak to him, let alone be able to stand Hitoshi’s voice after that?
> catastrophetoshi — 09:22, 08/04/2160
sounds good but if it gets hard or u dont wanna talk for any reason feel free to msg instead
It took all Hitoshi’s strength not to say ‘or just block me if that’s how it needs to go’.
> letsapling257 — 09:23, 08/04/2160
same goes for you!!
> letsapling257 — 09:23, 08/04/2160
call me when you’re ready <3
Hitoshi hovered over the call button for a long moment, anxiety consuming him. Fuck, he didn’t want to do this. With a groan he looked over to Bond, precariously balancing on the top of the curtain railings. If Bond could be that stupidly confident… no, that was a stupid way to work up courage, that cat had 9 million lives and used all of them. He was fine. He could do this. He was fine.
Hitoshi clicked the call button before he could talk himself out of it. It rang three times – an eternity – until Sapling finally picked up.
“Hi,” Sapling said, his voice quiet.
“Hey, Sap,” Hitoshi sighed, their energy seeping out of them. How to even start this? The silence stretched for a painfully long time before Sapling broke it.
“Okay, uhm.” Sapling sounded just as nervous as Hitoshi felt, “I was kind of the one to request this, so I suppose I should be the one to start. I’m just– figuring out– how. ”
“Yeah, I… I feel that, I don’t even know where to begin, I know there’s shit I need to talk to you about but I just… fuck, it’s hard, you know?”
“So hard,” Sapling whispered, sounding close to tears. “I think.” There was an audible swallow. “I think I’ll start with what feels easiest to say.”
“Sounds good,” Hitoshi agreed, and maybe a little part of them thought so because it would stretch out the time before Hitoshi ruined this relationship once and for all.
Sapling took a deep breath. “I– fuck .” He stuttered for a moment, then seemed to decide to just push through, “Toshi, I like you. A lot . And I’m scared.” Another shaky breath. “I’m scared, because there are things you don’t know about me and that if I told you, you’d leave.”
“I- fuck– ok– I– fuck, I’ve never said this before, holy shit. Ok, uh, I like you, too. More than a lot. Like– fuck, I like you so much and I’m so fucking scared and I mean, wow, you kinda just really fucking perfectly summed up the fucking mess I feel right now, like, holy shit, why was that so accurate–” Hitoshi stumbled pathetically over the rambled words, not really certain what he was saying, but he hoped the message was getting across, because Sapling had just fucking described everything about how Hitoshi felt and that was almost terrifying in of itself.
It was quiet for a moment and Hitoshi was terrified he had fucked up. What had he said? Where had he gone wrong? Had he been too much? Come on too strong? Misread this somehow? “Wow, I’m, um– I’m really unsure what to say– I– I’m kind of surprised and shocked that you actually feel the same, like, I know I’ve been in a relationship before, but it’s really the first time that someone who actually cares told me that and– Or at least, I hope you do– Fuck, I thought I had somewhat a coherent list of things I wanted to say in my head, I should’ve written it down. This is such a mess.”
“You… I– fuck, ok, so, I care about you a fucking huge amount, like, honestly I’m going to implode at this rate with how much I fucking care about you. And it makes me so fucking angry that someone had you and didn’t fucking care, like, you are genuinely so amazing I just– I don’t understand how anyone could not fucking love you I– fuck– That was too soon. I didn’t mean– well I meant it, I just didn’t mean to say it? Fuck. I’m so–” Hitoshi trailed off, his heart beating a furious rhythm and hands shaking far more than they should be able to. Get a fucking grip, Hitoshi.
Sapling’s fucking sob ripped through Hitoshi’s heart, dragging him back to awareness, instinctively focusing on the man, desperately wanting to help, to protect him, to fix this. Before he could say anything, Sapling spoke, “Oh fuck this, I didn’t mean to cry, I really tried, I’m sorry– Ah, Toshi, I– I love you, too. And I probably also would’ve waited to say it, but I won’t if you’ve already said it. I don’t want you to be uncertain about my feelings.”
He… what? Hitoshi knew in his head that it made sense, given how Sapling had talked about it at the start, but… it didn’t feel possible. It didn’t feel real. It didn’t feel fair. Fuck. He was basically lying to Sapling’s face just by not saying the fucking words. He couldn’t keep doing this.
“I have a villain quirk,” Hitoshi spat the words out fast and furious and way too quickly, but he just couldn’t fucking hold it in anymore, “I can fucking brainwash people and I know it’s terrifying and creepy and I know I’m a villain for it and I can’t– I can’t keep lying to you. I don’t have some pretty voice quirk or cute cat mutation. I have a fucking monster quirk and I can control people and make them do what I want if they answer me and I know you won’t want to talk to me but I swear I would never use it on you, I would never, I–”
“I’m quirkless!” Sapling blurted, interrupting Hitoshi’s ramble. What? “I’m– I’m quirkless. People have bullied me about this my entire life, because I’m weak and useless – No, fuck. I’ve been working on getting rid of that mindset, but it’s hard. I think– I think your quirk sounds really cool. I used to, um, analyse quirks before– something happened– Fuck, I want to ask so many questions, it’s been years since someone’s quirk sparked that sort of curiosity– It sounds so fascinating . And– It’s not a villain’s quirk. It’s not. Quirks are like knives, a tool you can use and yours seems like a great one. I’d even say it’s pretty heroic– Imagine being able to solve conflicts without hurting anyone, and saving hostages by having not even a full conversation with the criminal and– I don’t know how it works, but like, if someone you needed to rescue panics instead of being calm, you could have them be calm and help them get out more safely, or if there was someone– someone on a roof, trying to jump, you could stop them before they cause irreparable damage to their body, or–” Sapling went on and on about positive applications for his quirk, knowing just the bare minimum. Not hating him. Not judging him. Not stopping talking. Not blocking him.
Hitoshi was crying. They didn’t know when they started crying, but they were fucking crying. Holy shit. No one– no one had ever fucking said that about them. No one had ever even considered the option for them. Even Hitoshi had given up on it. Even Hitoshi had given up on having their quirk and not being a villain. There was a reason they never used it– a reason they had broken so badly when they’d needed to use it on the delivery man. There was a fucking reason they never talked about their quirk, never admitted to it. Never let anyone know who CatasToshi was. Pretended it added to the mysterious aura of a faceless creator when they were just fucking hiding it all. Hiding it so they could be something else because if they didn’t know, they couldn’t hurt them. They couldn’t tell them that they were a villain.
Hitoshi choked out a broken sob, desperate for the fucking unyielding air to enter their lungs. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be. They– they couldn’t. They couldn’t be them and have someone who fucking cared– it wasn’t possible, but yet here Sapling was, knowing and not leaving.
Sapling paused in his ramblings, then suddenly stuttering, “Fuck, I’m sorry– Please don’t cry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry, I’ll never ask anything ever again–”
“It’s– not– don’t fucking apologise. No– it’s not the questions– fuck– I– please don’t stop– I’m just– I’m such a fucking mess, I’m so sorry– I– no one has ever said that before… I– they are happy tears– fuck– I don’t think I’ve ever fucking happy cried before– holy shit– fuck– I’m so sorry, I’m such a mess, I just– everyone calls me a villain. Everyone . Why are you different? Why don’t you hate me? I don’t get it. I don’t!”
“Toshi–” Sapling choked, “Toshi, I– I get it. I’ve been hated for things– for my lack of quirk my entire life, why do you think–” She took a deep breath, “Why do you think I called you that day, drunk on an entire bottle of whatever fancy wine we had then, asking you to– to fucking be mean to me ? I– I was just waiting for the day I slipped up, the day you’d find out and hate me, or think I’m weak, useless, worthless– gods, there are so many words I can think of right now– and leave? And I’d be stuck still l– loving you, because you’ve been nothing but kind.”
Only then did Hitoshi properly register Sapling’s statement. She was quirkless? She– she thought Hitoshi would care ? Hitoshi, villain quirk, Shinsou? Would care about what? That the best fucking human in the whole world didn’t have a quirk to hurt him with? To point at why they are better? Hitoshi didn’t fucking care about Sapling’s quirk. He never had. Why would he care? He didn’t care, he– fuck, he needed to speak. Needed to tell Sapling that.
“You’re not fucking useless. You’re not . You are fucking amazing and lovely and so fucking sweet and kind and fuck, you are the best person I have ever met. You are the most fucking amazing person in the whole damn world and I’m not fucking exaggerating. I don’t care that you’re quirkless. I don’t care. I care that you’re brilliant and funny and smart and loud but also quiet and so fucking hot, like, holy fucking shit. I care about you , not some stupid quirk. I’m not fucking leaving you. Not for anything. Never. I fucking promise you that. If you want to leave me I will let you go, but I will never fucking leave you. Understood?” Hitoshi’s voice got tighter, more desperate as he spoke. He needed Sapling to know. Needed Sapling to understand that he would never do that. Needed Sapling to trust that. Trust him.
Sapling cried. All he did was cry, and it ripped Hitoshi’s heart into a million pieces– Or well it ripped up what was left of it by now. It took a long while for Sapling to form words, but not long enough for Hitoshi to find something to calm him. The words were hoarse, barely understandable, but Hitoshi could just make them out in between the sobs, “Where– Where the fuck were you when I jumped off that roof? Fuck, you know just what to say. I– Fuck. I’m sorry. Stupid fucking Midoriya tears–” Sapling sniffled loudly, a muffled sound like he was scrubbing away the tears on his face, and he spoke again, clearer but still croaky. “I don’t want to leave you, either. I won’t. I want to stay with you, for as long as you’ll have me.” He stuttered in a deep breath. “But I don’t know if I’m ready to… to label our relationship. I– I know what I want us to be, one day, but I’m still scared. That won’t go away. I think I’ve said it before, the night I got so drunk, but I’m still scared Mina will leave me and she knows everything about me and didn’t leave when she found any of it out. I don’t think– I don’t think it’ll ever go away. And on top of that, I also have really high anxiety, so I think that also plays– plays into it. Fuck, Can my face stop leaking already?” Sapling sniffled, blowing his nose loudly.
“Hey, you’re ok. Cry as much as you need, ok? I get it, I fucking– I get it so much. I’ll always be here, ok? I’m not leaving. I won’t. I promise you that.”
“Thank– thank you. I– I love you.” The last three words were quiet, but Hitoshi could hear them clearly anyway.
“I love you, too,” Hitoshi replied, the words reverent yet soft. He could say those words for the rest of his life. He would happily do so.
They sat there in comfortable silence until Sapling had run out of tears to cry, breaths eventually calm and even. “Well, that was embarrassing,” Sapling joked, laughing hoarsely through his abused throat, still recovering from the hour or so of teary struggles.
“I feel that,” Hitoshi groaned, chuckling slightly as he leaned back, rubbing away the last of the tears, “Fuck, I’m such a mess right now, holy shit.”
“You and me both.” The grin was audible in his voice.
“Wanna play some Stardew Valley to try fucking recover from this?” Hitoshi suggested, needing something fairly calm and relaxing to let himself function again.
“Yeah, sure. Feels really good to have talked, though.”
“Really fucking good,” Hitoshi agreed with an easy hum, opening up the game. He needed the mental recharge from this.
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Wednesday, April 8 2160, 22:01: ‘Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Just Tapping (No Talking) | 15m59s | 306k views
Notes:
toshi: not him sitting at the table all innocent like he didnt just nearly get cooked hansel and gretel style
bee: i find this unnecessarily funny like the level of comedy im finding in this is way too high for the offhanded silly note that it is---
izu: i think i’ll go read something
the something: catasapling fanfiction---
izu: my running theory is that all authors are sadists, it comes with the job
bee: u got that right, dw we r also masochists so it evens out---
izu: forgot how much i hated doing that when i was like 15
izu: and i had to do a lot of that when i was like 15
huffi: ye cus he spent weeks stuck in a hospital bed...---
toshi: if bond can do stuff at that level of stupidity- no wait he has 9 million lives and should not be used as an example ever
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toshi: *anxious*
toshi: starts swearing every second word as he speaks because it feels less anxiety inducing than saying umm or leaving space for ppl to fill in the blanks incorrectly---
izu: if there was someone– someone on a roof, trying to jump, you could stop them before they cause irreparable damage to their body
huffi: ...not him describing what he wouldve needed like 7 something yrs ago----
izu: where were you when u jumped off that roof?
huffi: as u can see, esp in this chapter, izuku hates himself for jumping and hates the consequences it caused (spinal cord injury) even more. he wishes nothing more than tonundo the damage (or have actually managednto die instead) and in this essay, i will----
izu: has a breakdown
izu: calms down
izu: well that was embarrassing
huffi: what a MOOD
bee: REALLLL
Chapter 11: thats my fucking best friend thats my fucking right hand thats my fucking throw up in the bathroom but still love them (thats my fucking best friend)
Notes:
Les rêves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin
Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin
Affaibli par la faim, je suis malheureux
Volant en chemin tout ce que je peux
Car rien n'est gratuit dans la vie -huffianyone else confused by huffi randomly speaking in French? I sure am- anywayssss this is a fun one, but guys, don't do this, don't hurt your liver like this PLEASE - bee
prepare for: alcohol, drinking, getting *drunk*, throwing up, stupidity,
attempted murder,...
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
When Izuku woke up the next morning, he did not expect Mina to stand at his fucking bed and stare down at him as if she were pretending to be the murderer in a horror movie. “HOly fucking shit –”
Mina stared down at him for a bit longer, then suddenly smiled widely and jumped down on his bed, landing on Izuku like a weighted blanket. “Hello babe!”
“Ugh, remind me why I gave you the keys to my flat?” Izuku groaned, shoving Mina’s arm away from where she nearly crushed Miko-chan.
“You didn’t!” Mina happily replied, using her hand to carefully pet Miko-chan on the head.
Right. “Could you please stop breaking in?”
“We both know I won’t.”
Fair . “Fuck you.”
The two of them lay in bed together for a long while, just basking in the morning silence, until finally, Izuku asked, “How come you’re here?”
“Can’t I just visit my bestie?” Mina pouted, rolling over and instantly falling out of bed. Served her right. At least his wheelchair was on the other side and she wouldn’t have to pay for it to get repaired. Again. She was lucky he had more than one wheelchair – two, to be exact; his old one from when he first needed it and this one, which he bought once he made enough money with his ASMR – otherwise he’d definitely make her carry him around all day if she broke it.
“Remember, you aren’t just visiting, you’re breaking and entering.”
“Ugh,” Mina groaned, dramatically throwing the back of her hand to her forehead, still laying on the floor next to the bed. “ Fine. Me and Denks decided to do a bestie day because you sent me a message saying you had your conversation with CatasToshi yesterday. I’m doing this for the gossip! And heavily to check in on you–”
Izuku supposed Mina could call herself lucky for being out of reach, otherwise they’d smack her.
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll believe that when I heard the full story,” Mina replied, sitting up so she could look at them.
Rolling their eyes, Izuku got out of the bed and started getting ready for the day. They didn’t even care that Mina was watching, she’d seen it all at this point. ( And no, for you dirty fucks, they did not have sex .) As they pulled on a fresh shirt, they asked, “So what are your plans for today?”
“Well, I was gonna go have breakfast with you at that café you help out at and then we could do something fun, have lunch at Cheng’s Noodle Restaurant and spend the afternoon in the park? I brought games! And: I made sure to keep your evening free so you can still spend time with loverboy. I told Denks to leave by like, seven.”
As soon as Mina mentioned Cheng’s Noodle Restaurant, Izuku looked at her with sparkles in their eyes. They loved that place. The staff was always so kind and tolerated no discrimination, no matter what type, and the food was amazing . Maybe they should take Toshi there at some point. “Okay, sounds like a great day!”
Izuku made Mina feed Miko-chan whilst they brushed their teeth and then felt stupidly heartbroken at Miko-chan’s sad meows when they left her behind in the flat. “We need to check on her after breakfast!” they insisted. It was the first time they’d be leaving the house after they spent three weeks basically glued to her. Maybe they both had separation anxiety now.
“Sure, sure,” Mina waved him off as she locked his front door and pocketed his key. Izuku didn’t even question it, he knew he’d get it back eventually. They spent the morning at the sweet little By-Quirkless-For-Quirkless café, Mina squeezing out every detail about their conversation whilst Izuku pretended to hate it. (She knew it was just an act.) Though what he didn’t tell her was that he was still worried about Mina’s eventual absence from his life.
Once they got to the end, Mina got up from her chair and just– hugged him. “I’m proud of you, you did great.”
Izuku sniffed, blinking the sudden tears out of his eyes, and then hugged her back. “Thank you, I love you.” Because this was exactly why she was his best friend. She never judged– well, unless he was doing or saying bullshit, then she’d call him out on it. But she did that because she loved him and wanted him to do better because of that. Mina was great.
They spent the entire day having fun, making rounds through the city and browsing through shop windows – and maybe Izuku bought something for Toshi – checking in on Miko-chan, eating well and playing lots of fun board games. It was awesome and Izuku was really grateful to have Mina in his life.
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Hitoshi had experienced a lot of weird things. Being a famous streamer, a traumatised bitch and an owner of a fucking insane cat who constantly did weird ass stuff, you would think he was used to crazy shit, but no. When Chargebolt fucking appeared in his window on Hitoshi’s way to get the first cup of coffee of the morning, he was about ready to fucking scream. He wasn’t even on the ground floor, and that wasn’t the window that went to the fire escape, what the fuck!?
Groaning, Hitoshi headed over to the window, checking Bond wasn’t in the room to discover the windows could open– Hitoshi did not need the stress of Bond somehow opening them and falling the fuck out– and with one more pained sound, he opened the window, watching almost despairingly as Chargebolt fucking flipped inside, shutting the window behind him.
“Locking windows is rude,” Chargebolt– or well Pika, Hitoshi supposed he called the man– complained, shoving a coffee into Hitoshi’s hand. Ok, this part he could get used to. Sure enough, when he took a sip, it was a beautifully made black coffee with honey. Fucking gorgeous.
“Alright, you have my attention, what do you want– and no, I’m not unlocking my windows, it’s bad enough that Bond knows how to open doors if I forget to lock it, but the windows? Do you know how accident prone that fucking cat is? Nope. I had to check he wasn’t in the room before letting you in, I cannot have him fucking opening and falling out a window.”
“Oh, that’s what that was about. I thought you were just checking for ghosts or something.”
Hitoshi groaned. “You are such a dumbass. What are you even doing here?”
“Vibin’ with my delulu bestie? Is that not obvious? Where is your cat by the way, I must get a photo of him for Jirou, she did not believe me when I said he had a bowtie shape in his fur,” Pika declared, moving around with way too much energy. Was he just like that or had he had some caffeine?
“He’s probably by my PC. I was AFKing on like 3 games last night so it’s probably warm. He hates the cold in the mornings,” Hitoshi replied, following behind Pika who bounced happily towards their streaming room.
“That’s a good point, why is it so fucking cold in here?”
“Because I don’t mind the cold and I only just put the heater on– can you stop touching that please–” Hitoshi groaned when Pika started investigating their YouTube Play Button. That thing took ages to get rid of fingerprints, but boy was it happy to get covered in them again.
“Oh sorry– what was I doing? Right, the cat! Oh, and I’m supposed to be talking to you! How are you doing? I heard from a little bright pink alien bird that you and Sapling talked yesterday, how was it? Did you finally make it official? Did you fuck? Are you exclusive? Does he know how hot you are? Did you make out? Was it super gay and cute? Of course it was. Tell me everything.” Hitoshi blinked slowly at the man who was now trying desperately to convince Bond to sit so he could get a photo of him, still rambling questions after questions. Bond, predictably, noticed the camera and proceeded to make it as hard as possible to get a good photo of him. Hitoshi was pretty sure he wasn’t camera shy, he was just a fucking brat.
“It was good. We talked a lot. I told him about my quirk,” Hitoshi replied, expecting Pika to simply assume that part went badly.
“That would have been good, yeah? You don’t talk about it much– I get that though, I was like that for the longest time. It took Aizawa-Sensei a long fucking time to drill it into me that my quirk drawback doesn’t make me who I am. Talking helps– or it helped me at least.”
“It was good… he… he didn’t hate me for it…”
“Why would he?” Pika asked, seeming to get a photo that he was happy enough with and stretching back to lie on the floor, looking up at Hitoshi– Bond immediately hopped onto his stomach, making Pika grunt at the sudden weight in four very small areas before Bond settled down, distributing his weight more evenly.
“It’s a villain quirk. People usually hate me for it.”
“Ain’t no way Mina would be friends with a fucking bigot. None of us would be able to without Aizawa-Sensei’s voice in our head lecturing us about quirk discrimination. Besides, there’s no such thing, like what even is that? Villains aren’t fucking born. All of them were made into villains. Did you know Dabi is actually FrostFire’s brother? Endeavor’s fucking son. He’s cool too, ever since FrostFire found out, the two have been hanging out a bunch. Like yeah, he’s still a villain, but he’s considering rehab, and even if he doesn’t go through with it, he wasn’t born to be one, you know? It’s all a choice.”
“It’s just… no one ever sees it that way…”
“Yeah, I get that.” Pika groaned, “People suck. Not Sapling though, right?”
“Guess not,” Hitoshi hummed. It was such a weird feeling, learning that not everyone was the way they had thought. Not everyone saw the worst in them. Were they ready to show the man they were fucking insanely in love with their stupid fucked up face? No. Did they think there was a chance one day they would? Yeah, maybe. Just… maybe.
“So, what about the juicy gossip?” Pika asked, his face lighting up, although Hitoshi wasn’t stupid enough to miss how it was clearly him noticing the nervousness and encouraging the conversation forwards and away from the anxiety-fueled thoughts.
“What do you want to know?” Hitoshi asked, sipping their coffee and staring at Pika with a look that very clearly said ‘are you sure you want to know?’
“Everything. Are you official? Not official? Did you talk feelings? Did you get hard~”
“PIKA!” Hitoshi squeaked. Was that something friends just asked? Or was this him being a weird fucking person? Hitoshi had no fucking clue, but either way, they had been caught so off guard by the question.
“What? It’s a valid question– oh and you can call me Denki or Denks or whatever off stream if you want, I don’t mind,” Pika– Denki replied, moving his hands to go under his head, clearly getting comfortable with no plans to leave while Bond was lying on him.
“You can’t fucking ask me questions like that!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, let me try again, are you official? Not official? Did you get hard–” Denki grinned, clearly proud at removing the wrong question on purpose. Hitoshi, in return, threw a cat toy at his face– unintentionally causing Bond to pounce at it, resulting in a paw going right down Denki’s throat. Instantly, everyone was moving: Denki springing up, coughing and choking, Bond launching the fuck off him so high he nearly hit the ceiling fan, landing on the back of Hitoshi’s chair, frantically racing across their desk, effectively knocking their mouse and keyboard to the ground and almost knocking the monitor off before Hitoshi caught it. Bond leapt into the air again, bouncing off a wall and sprinting out of the room. The entire time, Denki was there trying desperately not to die.
“Holy fucking– shit–” Denki choked out between coughs, “Your cat is– a fucking– menace!”
“Are you ok, do you like– do you need a drink? Fuck– can I help? Somehow?”
“Wa– ter–” Denki choked out, taking the bottle Hitoshi handed over quickly and gulping it down desperately, “Holy shit, I need some alcohol after that.”
“It is fucking 10am,” Hitoshi pointed out.
“Yeah, and I’ve got patrol tonight, doesn’t change the fact that your cat’s foot just went in my mouth .”
“You know what, yeah, ok, I’ll grab you something. Will a fireball shot do the trick? I fear that’s pretty much all I’ve got.”
“Yeah, I don’t fucking care, I just need to rinse that shit out.”
“Yeah, ok, that’s fair,” Hitoshi agreed, walking them both to the kitchen and opening the cupboard that was a pretty lame excuse for a liquor cupboard. At some point, having one half empty bottle of Fireball, a backup bottle and another bottle of Vodka didn’t really count as a liquor cupboard but it would do. They poured two shots, passing one to Denki, and putting the bottle back.
“Wait, why two?”
“Because I’m having one, dumbass,” Hitoshi grunted, grabbing the second one. Before they could throw it back, Denki, being the fucking nuisance he was, interrupted them.
“Weren’t you just complaining that it was too early?”
“Yeah, but I’ve never been known to be particularly heroic, let alone someone who follows social standards,” Hitoshi grunted, taking the shot easily.
“Fuck it, ok,” Denki grinned, downing his. “Holy shit, that’s fucking good stuff.”
“Have you never had it before?” Hitoshi asked, spinning to face Denki in horror. Why, when it was such a good fucking drink?
“Nope, I’ve never even heard of it, but I was trusting you.”
“Ok, ok, you need to have another, this time, fucking savor it,” Hitoshi insisted, grabbing the drink out and pouring another two shots, each immediately grabbing theirs. This time, Hitoshi didn’t bother putting the bottle back.
“Wait, I just had a thought. We, like, barely know each other; we should play some getting to know each other drinking games like, uhhh, never have I ever!” Denki grinned far too excitedly. Honestly, Hitoshi had never done anything like that before, so he was more than here for it.
They spent hours emptying the bottle and doing a good chunk into the second, playing Never Have I Ever, Truth Or Dare and watching Encanto where they drank small sips every time Bruno was mentioned, every time someone pointed out that Mirabel didn’t have a gift and every time Abuela did something asshole-ish-y. At some point, they gave up on shot glasses, just passing the bottle between each other.
They only made it to about halfway through Encanto before Denki was throwing up in Hitoshi’s bathroom, with Hitoshi pathetically attempting to hold the man’s hair back. Whether that was necessary, considering his hair wasn’t that long, neither would be able to tell you, since they were drunk out of their fucking minds.
Hitoshi thankfully threw up substantially less, but he did shove Denki out of the way to do it, so whether that was actually a good thing or not, that’s up to you to decide for yourselves. Once they had finally calmed down, Hitoshi snorted, looking over at his friend, both of them sat on the cold bathroom tiles and pretty much well and truly out of it.
“I fucking hate the taste of vomit,” Hitoshi grumbled, snickering through the words. What exactly was funny, he had no idea. “You know what we should do?”
“Wha?” Denki groaned, sounding thoroughly dazed.
“I’ve got some apple juice, let’s make apple juice and vodka to get rid of the taste,” Hitoshi grinned, and Denki’s eyes lit up.
“Fuck, yes!” With that goal in mind, the two stumbled their way to the kitchen, pouring themselves glasses of apple juice and adding a shot (or two) of vodka.
From there, they collapsed onto the couch, happily drinking their little ‘cocktails’ which, of course, sent both of them into a giggling fit.
“Ugh, I wanna tell Sap about my scars so bad,” Hitoshi groaned.
“Then do it!” Denki beamed excitedly, “You could film a video, say hi, kiss the camera, the whole shebang!”
“Ooooh, I could!” Hitoshi grinned, grabbing at his pockets to find his phone. He opened the camera, swiping to record.
“Heyyyy Sap! Meet Pika! He’s fuckin’ chargebol’!” Hitoshi grinned into the camera, giddy at the thought that Izuku would finally know everything. “Anyways he’s not important right now, you are! I fucking love you. The things I’d do with you if you were here?” Hitoshi almost moaned at the thought, “I was such a fuckin’ scaredy cat about these scars, like, pah! What even matters, ‘cause I loveeee you! Ugh, you’re so prettyyyyy! Do you do ASMR ‘cause fuck, you’re gorgeous, yanno? Anywaysssss, love youuuuuu, good niiiiight!”
Hitoshi grinned happily, sending the message on Discord and flopping back, grinning at Denki. He had done it. He had finally done it and it hadn’t even been that hard.
“Imma sleep now, I’m so fucking dead,” Hitoshi declared, closing his eyes and almost immediately slipping into unconsiousness.
— * —
Thursday, April 9 2160, 14:37: ‘CatasToshi’ uploaded a video: Being bullied by LetSapling while attempting to become The Best Ever At Random Games: Part 7(b), Treasure Mine | 39m13s | 2.1M views
— COMMENTS
whyarethererabbitsinmytrenchcoat: Alternate title: 39 minutes of Editor Yuuki shipping CataSapling || 1.2M likes, 312 replies
HearMeOutHozier: lol i wonder if catastoshi even watched the video before uploading it, that title couldn’t be more far off from whats happening in it || 34k likes, 24 replies
clairandlottiearegay: 18:32 me tho || 102 likes, 0 replies
SleepyWifeSleepyLife: not editor yuuki leaving the ‘easter eggs’ catastoshi always does but this time they r all just shipping catasapling || 32 likes, 0 replies
dynamightandredriotshouldfck: GAYGAYGAYGAYGAYGAY || 23 likes, 0 replies
wdymfrostboltyomiisntcanon: if those two arent dating then im breaking up with my boyfriend bcs if their love isnt working out then neither can mine || 54 likes, 6 replies
paymeyuuki: not him texting me “love you sap” as reply to the video file??? the amount of typos in it, too, im surprised the video title is coherent || 56 likes, 4 replies
LetSapling: lol u fucking uploaded that on thursday || 391k likes, 532 replies
Myfirstbornbelongstominanow: oh to be young and gay again (cries in transfemme straight woman) || 21 likes, 0 replies
PinkyPantherButWithSparkles: I knew my bestie would win >:) || 39 likes, 20 replies
↳ ChocolateFire: OMG ITS YOU????? IS THIS MINA????
ChargeBoltOfficial: yEah LESSgobrooooo surely buy me mrreee frieball ssshotds wwithh thep momjey u gto frem thfd vicd (Ord an engGEMENT RNIG FOR SAPPP) || 741k likes, 824 replies
↳ ChargeBoltOfficial: I should not be allowed access to this account on my phone I was so drunk (sorry to my PR team)
↳ AlienQueenSavesYou: I’ll delete it off your phone next time I see you. Also I’m still pissed at u
↳ ChargeBoltOfficial: mb ;-;
saplingisclearlySTRAIGHT: I KNEW MY BBY BOY WOULD WIN HES SO GOOD 😻 || 456 likes, 222 replies
↳ rubblebubble: not ur name only accurate because technically sapling is also a girl but like… they r still gay
↳ LetSapling: have you seen me lol 🎀⭐💙
Notes:
mina:
a generic sleep paralysis demon:
bee: wait this isn't a venn diagram, this is a circle (get it? Cuz they r both hovering over ppls beds creepily? I'm not funny I know ;-;)bee: *hates the word 'babe'*
mina: *exists*
bee: well for u it's ok ofc ur special"Rolling their eyes, Izuku got out of the bed and started getting ready for the day. They didn’t even care that Mina was watching, she’d seen it all at this point. ( And no, for you dirty fucks, they did not have sex .)" sibling core mina and izu >>>>>
izu and toshi being united in both having besties that break into their apartments is so funny to me - bee
toshi: windows must stay shut and locked at all times and bond must never ever be alerted to the fact that they can open
denks 100% has adhd in this fic and we love him for it he's so silly and fun - bee
nobody:
absolutely no one ever:
odysseus aka nobody:
literally the entire void:
izu:
toshi:
mina:
huffi:
bee:
denki: I heard from a little bright pink alien birdtodoroki: *gives himself a bad hero name*
bee: nah uh, ur frostfire now, at least that's a little coolliterally no one ever:
denki: People suck. Not Sapling though, right?denki: Are you official? Not official? Did you talk feelings? Did you get hard~
Toshi: u can't ask shit like that
denki: mb *proceeds to purposefully remove the wrong question*denki: can't drink, I've got patrol, but one drink will be fine (spoiler alert, it was not one drink, it was not fine, and Mina had to cover for him)
emptying a bottle of fireball between 2 ppl is crazy work the fact that they r alive is a miracle, PLS don't do this to urselves (i made a warning at the start fof a reason)... adding onto that, if u just threw up from too much alcohol, DONT DRINK MORE!?!?!? These guys r lucky to be alive rn
izu: sad drunk
toshi: chaotic fucking drunkeditor yuuki deserves to get paid the big bucks for dealing with drunk toshi
Anywayssss hope u enjoyed this one hehe
Chapter 12: SIKEEEEE
Notes:
I fucking ADORE this chapter (I feel like i say that every time, but this one is pretty good in my oh so humble opinion) -bee
Huffi is at work and I gotta post this before it's no longer Thursday (it's totally not Friday for me already whatttttttt) so no huffi note today :((( - also bee
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
> catastrophetoshi — 21:07, 09/04/2160
facereveal.mp4
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 23:32, 09/04/2160
Omfg you fUCKING idiot
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 23:33, 09/04/2160
And denks too wth WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 23:35, 09/04/2160
HE DIDNT EVEN SHOW UP FOR PATROL IM DOING THAT SHIT ALONE
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 23:35, 09/04/2160
U can be so fucking glad that nothing big happened and i could cover his ass
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 23:36, 09/04/2160
For now
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 23:37, 09/04/2160
U two better pray nothing goes wrong in the next two hours till I’m done
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 23:39, 09/04/2160
Gods how can u be so fucking stupid
— 10 April 2160 —
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 02:10,10/ 04/2160
You’re all clear
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 02:23, 10/04/2160
Btw those scars look mad good, denki didnt lie about you being hot asf
> catastrophetoshi — 09:57, 10/04/2160
holy shit holy shit holyshitholyshitholySHIT
> catastrophetoshi — 09:59, 10/04/2160
PLS PLS PLS PLEASE tell me you didnt send sapling that
> catastrophetoshi — 10:01, 10/04/2160
holy fucking fuck im never fucking drinking again
> catastrophetoshi — 10:02, 10/04/2160
i wanna scream at denki for letting me but i cant cuz he was more drunk than i was
> catastrophetoshi — 10:02, 10/04/2160
fucking lightweight
> catastrophetoshi — 10:05, 10/04/2160
im gonna fucking cry pls tell me u didnt let sapling see that i cant do that i cant i cant i cant
> catastrophetoshi — 10:09, 10/04/2160
he will fucking leave me please i cant please dont show him
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:39, 10/04/2160
Chill your tits i did not send that to him
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:42, 10/04/2160
Wait fuck sorry that was rude i know youre panicking
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:42, 10/04/2160
I just woke up
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:43, 10/04/2160
No, i did not send this to him, but youre lucky that YOU didnt either
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:44, 10/04/2160
I mean its a cute video but im pretty sure youd be panicking even worse if you realised u sent that to him
> catastrophetoshi — 12:46, 10/04/2160
i fucking woke up in a cold sweat fucking dying
> catastrophetoshi — 12:46, 10/04/2160
idek how i managed to send it to the wrong chat out of the 4 fucking ppl ive ever dmed on this account
> catastrophetoshi — 12:47, 10/04/2160
im not kidding its literally just u, sap, denki and the editor i get when im having a particularly bad time and editing sounds like hell
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:50, 10/04/2160
Wait fuck is denki still with you bcs shoutos been spam calling everyone
> catastrophetoshi — 12:51, 10/04/2160
yea he is he fucking spent the morning dealing with my panic attack
> catastrophetoshi — 12:51, 10/04/2160
his phone is ded cuz he forgot a charger and i dont have that type but idk if he even registered that dealing with my stupid ass panic attack and a massive hangover
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:52, 10/04/2160
Ok good, ill let shouto know
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:53, 10/04/2160
Are you okay?
> catastrophetoshi — 12:54, 10/04/2160
ur just so close with sapling i was terrified u wuld idk fucking pass it on for me or just show him or laugh at my ugly ass face with him or something idfk
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:55, 10/04/2160
Omg i would never
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:55, 10/04/2160
I am NOT that type of person
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:55, 10/04/2160
That type of person being a fUCKING ASShole
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:56, 10/04/2160
Dw youre good
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:57, 10/04/2160
And hot asf
> catastrophetoshi — 12:57, 10/04/2160
ur as bad as denki
> catastrophetoshi — 12:57, 10/04/2160
fucking delusional the lot of u
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:58, 10/04/2160
Ok but im like 99.9% sure sap would agree with me and denks, would u still call us delusional?
> catastrophetoshi — 12:59, 10/04/2160
just cuz two of u r delusional doesnt mean sap is and on the off chance he is idfk ur still WRONG but idk
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:44, 10/04/2160
If me and denki are delusional then sap is crazy sooo
> catastrophetoshi — 12:47, 10/04/2160
denki is forcing me to eat so i gtg but thank u so fucking much for not being an ass
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:48, 10/04/2160
Good for you
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:48, 10/04/2160
Also, *duh*
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:49, 10/04/2160
Send him home to his roommates afterwards, theyre still worried
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:49, 10/04/2160
And mad but dont tell him that its a surprise
> catastrophetoshi — 12:50, 10/04/2160
and they were ✨roommates✨
> catastrophetoshi — 12:51, 10/04/2160
fuck in that q&a thing i shuld have said the fucking sparkle emojis they r literally the only ones i use lmao
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:51, 10/04/2160
DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE BET ON WHEN THEY GET TOGETHER BECAUSE WE ALWAYS LOVE HAVING MORE PEOPLE IN ON IT
> catastrophetoshi — 12:52, 10/04/2160
HAH i might wait till ik denki a bit better but i fear his never have i ever made me think they r very gay very dumb and very very oblivious fuckers
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:53, 10/04/2160
Fair enough
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:53, 10/04/2160
Also wow i havent played nhie with denki since our second year at UA
> catastrophetoshi — 12:54, 10/04/2160
hes done some real weird shit ngl
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:54, 10/04/2160
Thats why i stopped wanting to play with him loll he makes ur life feel so boring
> catastrophetoshi — 12:54, 10/04/2160
PFFFT SMART
> catastrophetoshi — 12:55, 10/04/2160
oop hes gonna fucking set my flat on fire fuck
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:44, 10/04/2160
Good luck
> catastrophetoshi — 14:29, 10/04/2160
having bond as a cat is bad enough for chaos causing having bond AND denki is fuckin chaos personified. thankfully the building is still in tact tho
> catastrophetoshi — 14:29, 10/04/2160
sent denki home too
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:31, 10/04/2160
Good good
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:32, 10/04/2160
You should probably childproof your outlets if you havent already
— * —
> letsapling257 — 12:01, 09/04/2160
hiyaaa
> letsapling257 — 12:01, 09/04/2160
minas claimed today as hers, but she said pika is at urs so
> letsapling257 — 12:03, 09/04/2160
she did say shed let us spend time in the evening
> letsapling257 — 12:03, 09/04/2160
that is, if you want to–
> letsapling257 — 14:59, 09/04/2160
hope your day is going well! and enjoy your time with pika
> letsapling257 — 19:13, 09/04/2160
im homeeee
> letsapling257 — 19:14, 09/04/2160
i fear i need to start bringing mikochan with me when i leave the house
> letsapling257 — 19:14, 09/04/2160
missed her so much :(
> letsapling257 — 19:15, 09/04/2160
and she just wouldnt even let me use the toilet, just straight up claimed me the second i came through the door
> letsapling257 — 21:07, 09/04/2160
are you still spending time with pika?
> letsapling257 — 21:33, 09/04/2160
oki have funn
— 10 April 2160 —
> letsapling257 — 08:43, 10/04/2160
morning!!!
> letsapling257 — 08:44, 10/04/2160
have a great day, honey!
> letsapling257 — 12:47, 10/04/2160
uhh so mina just texted me and idk what to make of it???
> letsapling257 — 12:47, 10/04/2160
minamsg.png
[ALT: “Catastoshi and denki are so fucking stupid Im going to kill them. Also maybe make sure your loverboy is okay and tell him you didnt see shit because I didnt show you shit and he should probably also get his electronics permissions revoked when he decides to get drunk”]
> letsapling257 — 12:48, 10/04/2160r
what happened???
> letsapling257 — 12:48, 10/04/2160
are you okay?????
> catastrophetoshi — 12:53, 10/04/2160
sorry i took so long to reply i saw the number of msgs and i fucking panicked and thought mina lied and had showed u and u hated me
> catastrophetoshi — 12:53, 10/04/2160
im such a fuckin mess i feel so bad im so sorry
> catastrophetoshi — 12:54, 10/04/2160
also sorry for not hanging out with u yesterday, denki didnt tell me that was the plan and we got fucking drunk as shit idek y it was so fucking stupid
> letsapling257 — 12:56, 10/04/2160
ohh
> letsapling257 — 12:56, 10/04/2160
im sorry i sent too many messages
> letsapling257 — 12:57, 10/04/2160
for the record, i have no idea what mina was not supposed to show me and i DO NOT hate you
> letsapling257 — 12:57, 10/04/2160
i could never
> catastrophetoshi — 12:58, 10/04/2160
nonono it was sweet as fuck once i read them i was just a fuckin mess and panicking over literally nothing
> catastrophetoshi — 12:58, 10/04/2160
i just– fuck– i was rlly drunk and i was trying to send u a really fucking STUPID video of me that no one would ever want to see its so fucking bad and i just AGH i accidentally sent it to jher instead which is so fucking lucky cuz i culd not have handled u seeing that
> catastrophetoshi — 12:58, 10/04/2160
like if i lose mina i will survive but if i lose u idfk what id do
> letsapling257 — 12:59, 10/04/2160
i doubt a stupid video of you would make me leave you but if it makes you feel better, i have not seen it. dont worry <3
> catastrophetoshi — 14:32, 10/04/2160
ill tell u about it at some point im just– im not ready yet…
> letsapling257 — 14:33, 10/04/2160
thats okay!
> catastrophetoshi — 14:34, 10/04/2160
did u wanna hang out today to make up for me missing last night?
> letsapling257 — 14:34, 10/04/2160
by the way, its okay that you missed last night, i just assumed you were having a good time with pika and wasnt mad or anything
> letsapling257 — 14:34, 10/04/2160
but id always love to hang out with you, so yes
> catastrophetoshi — 14:35, 10/04/2160
sounds amazing love
> catastrophetoshi — 14:35, 10/04/2160
what do u wanna do?
> letsapling257 — 14:36, 10/04/2160
do you wanna call whilst i do this thing for a video i had planned
> letsapling257 — 14:37, 10/04/2160
originally i was gonna stream it but now im scared the content wont be good enough
> catastrophetoshi — 14:37, 10/04/2160
i feel that
> catastrophetoshi — 14:37, 10/04/2160
theres nothing u culd do that i wuldnt love but id be happy to help however i can :>
> letsapling257 — 14:37, 10/04/2160
and i think i dont want to stream on saturday so i was gonna record and edit the video tomorrow and do the prep today so i can at least post something then
> letsapling257 — 14:38, 10/04/2160
soooooo
> catastrophetoshi — 14:38, 10/04/2160
oh btw when did u wanna make the vid for u winning the bet?
> letsapling257 — 14:39, 10/04/2160
oh fuck right uhm i havent thought about it and id like to be prepared
> catastrophetoshi — 14:39, 10/04/2160
so fucking valid
> letsapling257 — 14:40, 10/04/2160
i’ll write a list with ideas and then get back to you about that one
> catastrophetoshi — 14:41, 10/04/2160
sounds cutsie (like u)
> letsapling257 — 14:42, 10/04/2160
skdhgdsjhg
> letsapling257 — 14:42, 10/04/2160
(and u)
> catastrophetoshi — 14:44, 10/04/2160
ezcftsw345bder6fdte5vscw4vzasevx56cdrhtfvng7ybm8huj9i,klo…ki,juhygtf
> catastrophetoshi — 14:44, 10/04/2160
zwexsa4rcdtfvybuewndmcjinuhbgyvtfcrsxw
> catastrophetoshi — 14:44, 10/04/2160
zesxrdctfvgybhunijmokfjinmko,ijhuijmniokmjhyg
> catastrophetoshi — 14:45, 10/04/2160
tcyfg7yh8inujomnjedmk-sk,wmjniehuygdhujsiomokqijx0ubh8yuhcujeio
> letsapling257 — 14:45, 10/04/2160
its cute that u get so freaked about me calling you cute but what is going on lolll are you okay
> catastrophetoshi — 14:45, 10/04/2160
nm,nio0wqeznm,x23ewiopwnzmx,cn2o0-[qxzznm,xc132-qm,a./A
— * —
Izuku watched more and more spam messages like that arrive, absolutely confused about what the fuck was going on. He tried sending another message, but it got ignored, so he just clicked the call button. They planned on doing that anyway.
“FUCKING GET OFF BOND!” At the loud and unexpected screech, Izuku flinched, before registering what Toshi had even said.
“What’s he doing now? And why do you keep sending me keyboard smashes?”
Toshi groaned, “He won’t fucking get off my keyboard! I’m fucking trying to pull him off, but he’s managed to get his fucking claws under the keys now! Is this a fucking game to you, Bond!? ”
A chuckle escaped Izuku, “Sounds like a fun experience. Good luck on saving your keyboard.” They opened Sky on their computer, listening to Toshi struggle as they went to Golden Wasteland. Oh great, they were starting out with 214, this was going to take a while.
Several loud screams later and far too many exasperated comments, there was a loud clattering followed by a louder bang and a pained groan. Confused by the sudden silence, Izuku asked, “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Fucking dumbass decided to just fully let go of the keyboard when I put my weight into dragging him off, accepting losing a few keys. I fucking went flying– DON’T FUCKING WHINE AT ME LIKE YOU DIDN’T CAUSE THAT, BITCH– anyways, fucking chair fell over and everything.”
Izuku snorted. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Bond is pouting and seeking attention now because he whacked his foot on the wall when we went flying. Thankfully he’s ok– Just a fucking dramatic bitch– the experience with hurt animals at the cat shelter helped me check his foot. He’s snuggling up to me now like he didn’t just do that and looking for comfort, fucking idiot,” Toshi said, clearly exasperated.
“Well, it’s good that you’re both okay.”
“Yeah, I want to say maybe he learnt his lesson, but I already know he hasn’t. Oh well. What are we playing?”
Izuku glanced at their screen, where they’d already opened the game for their video prep. “Well, you know I mentioned I’m doing something for a video. Basically I’m trying to get rid of my winged lights in Sky by getting krilled and that’ll take a good while, so I was hoping maybe you’d just wanna talk or something? We can also watch a movie if that’s too boring for you–”
“I’d love to just chat with you, sweetheart, I love listening to your voice.” Izuku choked on their spit.
“Okay– Okay, let’s just talk– Yep–”
They spent a while just talking casually, Izuku at some point trying to explain what she was doing, but apart from “it’s taking a while” and the video plan itself basically being a recipe to make Izuku frustrated, he hardly understood. When they gave up on trying to make him comprehend, Toshi switched the topic to something new, “You know, since you were talking about ASMR so highly I thought I’d give it a go, and yeah, almost none of it is my vibe, but I have found one who has this series called ‘Brain Wormies’ where they do soft spoken video essays about random stuff and it’s actually quite good.”
“That sounds familiar, who was that again?” Izuku wondered, because it itched this part of her brain but she couldn’t remember for the life of her why.
“Tinglyzu,” Toshi replied easily, and Izuku just about had a heart attack, coughing when she heard her own channel’s name. So that’s why it sounded familiar– She hadn’t done one of those videos in ages, maybe she should record another, just for Toshi–
“Oh, yes–” she coughed, then took a deep breath and kept talking more calmly, “I know that one.”
“He’s pretty and cool, and he’s got an amazing voice– not as good as yours, of course– And I know I don’t know what you look like, but I’ll bet he’s not as pretty as you.” When Toshi just kept going on about ‘ Tinglyzu ’ being awesome and then insisting he wasn’t as awesome as Sapling, the version of Izuku that Toshi knew personally, well, his face could probably rival a watermelon–
“Thank you,” Izuku said, unsure whether he was talking about the part where he was praising his ASMR channel or Sapling, but Toshi would easily take it as the latter. He could barely hold back his laughter at the hilarity of the situation.
“Of course! Honestly, my favourite ASMR yet was yours on stream, because it was so hot– I mean cool to hear you like that, you know?”
Izuku couldn’t help it– He burst out laughing. “Admit it, you’re biased–”
“Is it bias when it’s simply facts? You are the best, after all. The prettiest, the funniest, the cutest, the hottest. The best. Don’t deny it.”
“I don’t know, that’s pretty gay–” And yes, maybe Izuku was deflecting because he was trying not to sound as if he was going to explode at the amount of compliments Toshi was making him.
“I am pretty gay,” Toshi smirked, “And by the sounds of it, you are, too.”
“Gasp, how did you figure that one out?” Izuku squeaked and immediately tried to remember if he’d made an embarrassing sound that told Toshi how flustered he was right now. “What happens now that we’ve established that we’re both gay?”
“Well, normally, we’d kiss but you’re annoyingly not here in front of me to fuck– kiss.”
Izuku made a few sounds that made him sound as if he was vocally keyboard smashing, then he said, “We should change that at some point–”
“Oh?” Toshi said, “You think so?”
“Absolutely, I’d also like to f– kiss you.”
“You’d like to f-kiss me?” Toshi teased, the laughter clear in their voice.
“Hey, you said it first!” Izuku complained. “ Fuck .”
“And I stand by it.”
“Me too.” A little pouty, Izuku crossed his arms. Why was he pouting? No fucking idea.
“Well then, guess we will have to f-kiss some time.”
“We can also do the f with a kiss.”
“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”
“I’m in, hot stuff.”
Once Izuku was done with his getting-krilled-in-dark-water-on-purpose mission, he could have just done the filming for his video right away, but he’d much rather spend time with Toshi, so they ended up playing Bedwars Duo until late. Saturday morning, he recorded and edited his video for LetSapling, so he managed to upload it just around the time he usually started streaming. After that, he spent hours talking to Toshi, just having fun and teasing and bickering, playing Super Auto Pets. Around ten, Izuku decided to go to sleep, too tired to talk at that point. Before he went to sleep, he uploaded a video on Tinglyzu, as usual on Saturdays.
— * —
Saturday, April 10 2160, 13:17: ‘ LetSapling’ uploaded a video: Doing My CR Route With Just 3 Flaps (SKY COTL) | 49m21s | 43k views:
Sorry, no stream today. Have this instead read more …
— * —
Saturday, April 10 2160, 22:59: ‘
Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video:
[ASMR] Meet My Cat, Miko-Chan!
| 41m54s | 658k views
Notes:
everyone: gasp the reveal
huffi and bee: sike >:)
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mina: this is a good video mina: im saving this
mina: *makes monthly calendar reminder to show it at their wedding*
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toshi: holy fucking fuck im never fucking drinking again
bee: oooh this will make a dent in semi_insane's swear counter LOLLL
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mina on autopilot: Chill your tits i did not send that to him
mina: Wait fuck sorry that was rude i know youre panicking
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toshi: idek how i managed to send it to the wrong chat out of the 4 fucking ppl ive ever dmed on this account
bee: When Toshi says he doesn't have friends, he is not exaggerating, he DOESNT HAVE ANY FRIENDS, before Izuku, the only person he ever messaged was his editor
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toshi: and they were ✨roommates✨
mina: ANOTHER PERSON WHO SHIPS THEM? WANNA BET ON THEM? JOIN USSSS
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izu: originally i didnt give a fuck
izu: but now i have Followers and thats Scary
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the saga of huffi & sky cotl obsession continues
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bee, listening to huffi read aloud and having 0 view of whats happening in the fic:
huffi, pronouncing every single letter and number and symbol: ezcftsw345bder6fdte5vscw4vzasevx56cdrhtfvng7ybm8huj9i,klo…ki,juhygtfzwexsa4rcdtfvybuewndmcjinuhbgyvtfcrsxwzesxrdctfvgybhunijmokfjinmko,ijhuijmniokmjhyg
bee: ???
huffi: tcyfg7yh8inujomnjedmk-sk,wmjniehuygdhujsiomokqijx0ubh8yuhcujeio
huffi: its cute that u get so freaked about me calling you cute but what is going on lolll are you okay
bee: oh good, its over
huffi: nm,nio0wqeznm,x23ewiopwnzmx,cn2o0-[qxzznm,xc132-qm,a./A
(I was SO CONFUSED - bee)
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toshi: fighting bonds stupidity
izu: fighting krills
huffi: not even pretending to fight the urge to include sky everywhere
bee: not even pretending they could ever judge huffi despite having no clue about anything related to sky
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toshi: i like this asmr guy
toshi: he has this series called brain wormies
izu: that sounds familiar
toshi: hes tinglyzu
izu: That Sounds Familiar (jk lmao)
izu: wait Thats Me
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toshi: idk what u look like but i bet ur prettier than tinglyzu
izu:
toshi: smarter too
izu:
toshi: and ur voice is nicer too
izu:
toshi: and ur gaming skills
izu:
toshi: even the way u wipe ur a-
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izu when All Toshi Does is saying saplings better than tinglyzu as if they werent both him: 🧍
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toshi: i wanna fuck him but i cant say that izu: i wanna fuck him and i will say that bee and me: sighs in chapter 16's title
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toshi: Well, normally, we’d kiss but you’re annoyingly not here in front of me to fuck– kiss
bee: he was gonna say "fucking make out with" but changed his mind because he thought that would be "too much" and somehow he became way way more----
Giggling cuz none of u will properly understand that joke about chapter16's title until its posted, but I KNOW™️ and it's funny as fuck - bee
Chapter 13: for real this time (clickbait???)
Notes:
yall ive officially seen a corpse -huffi
yall im officially sleepy - bee (unrelated to huffi's author's note)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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LETSAPLING=TINGLYZU?
okay, hear me out, i get that this sounds crazy and it’s probably wrong anyways, but i just had a thought, what if?
i put a few reasons together as to why sapling could be tinglyzu, and its a small list, but like i said its a very low chance in general. this is just for funsies, don’t get mad at me (tho this is tumblr so i think i should be good)
1) HE LIKES ASMR
listen, this is a very shit argument to start with, but it had to be said. sapling talks about ASMR so passionately as if he actually did it himself and this also instantly brings us to 2)
2) HES GOOD AT DOING ASMR
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[ALT: “Anyone notice how Saplings audio quality was suddenly magically better??? I wonder if he has a secret ASMR channel???”]
im sure people here have at least heard of sapling doing ASMR on catastoshis stream and i even went to find a clip and it just sounds really fucking similar to tinglyzu’s asmr, i spent a good while going through his channel and found a video where tinglyzu is doing similar triggers (or even the same)
TIMESTAMPS:
(from the start) the whispering, the fluttering fingers
03:21 tapping
06:08 writing
07:34 page flipping
13:56 keyboard typing
19:02 mouth sounds
3) HE OWNS A MICROPHONE
okay, here one could argue that the mic (used during the asmr on stream) is for youtube or twitch, but heres the thing: HE DOESNT USE IT.
i spent way too many hours watching most of saplings videos and even clicked a bunch of the available vods, but none of the audio qualities match the one that he had when he suddenly plugged in the mic which he didnt even tell anyone he did
i also mightve fallen down a rabbit hole and listened to a few (many…very many…) microphone sound checks and saplings magic mic sounds a lot like a blue yeti, a mic that is very popular among ASMRtists
4) HIS VOICE
i feel like this one doesn’t need much explanation. their voices are very similar, even more when sapling uses the (probably) blue yeti
5) PRERECORDED?
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this one could also be just a coincidence, but i thought id mention it anyways? under the videos uploaded during saplings subathon, tinglyzu always commented, apologising that it was prerecorded since he was busy
6) MIKO-CHAN
im pretty sure everyone has seen the viral clip where mina surprises sapling with a cat that CATASTOSHI told her to bring him. later on, we learned her name: miko-chan. we dont know what saplings miko-chan looks like, but if i had to guess? white, long fur and blue eyes. why? because an hour ago, tinglyzu uploaded this. the reason why i even decided to post this instead of keeping it in my notes app. also!! tinglyzu said he got his cat from a friend in around the same timeframe as sapling got mikochan from catastoshi. coincidence???
this is it for now, i might end up making a pt2 if i remember more or if sapling or tinglyzu end up hinting at something again. also, like i said, this is just for funsies, i think if someone EVER confirmed this for me, id freak the fuck out because im not expecting this to be real, just some stupid coincidences
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— * —
Hitoshi grinned, noticing Tinglyzu had uploaded, and even better, it involved a cat. The quickest way to Hitoshi’s heart, even faster than coffee, which was saying something. The name caught him off guard, but he snapped a screenshot of it to send to Sapling. It would probably make the other man smile.
He clicked on the notification, opening youtube and relaxing back into his couch. Almost immediately, a long furred cat as white as snow blinked her soft blue eyes at him, her nose twitching ever so slightly as she did and– HOLY SHIT THAT WAS FUCKING MIKO-CHAN! Hitoshi had never seen any other cat do that thing where every time they blinked their nose twitched. Every aspect of this cat– including her name– was exactly the fucking same as the cat he had sent to Sapling. The lovely, sweet cat, constantly happy to just exist in the presence of whoever loved her back; the cat, who almost never left the lap of anyone who cared enough to stay. Even as Tinglyzu talked about her more and more, he confirmed piece after piece. Toshi remembered the way Miko-chan always twitched her ears adorably at the sound of running water. How she would find something interesting but not interesting enough to get up to see it, only staring at it hopefully until you brought it to her. How if she decided her food and water bowl were too close she would simply move the foodbowl away from it. How loud she purred. How fucking perfect she was. Every. Single. Thing. It was undeniably Miko-chan, which meant Tinglyzu was Sapling.
Tinglyzu. Was. Sapling.
That fucking bitch– and he was so fucking pretty too. The freckles? The gorgeous green eyes that looked deep into Hitoshi’s soul? The fucking cute face and fluffy hair and just pure beauty? Hitoshi was going to pass the fuck away. Worse, he had been rambling to Sapling yesterday! He had been fucking rambling about Sapling, to Sapling. He had fucking been telling Sapling how much better he was than himself! And Sapling had fucking let him!
Holy shit. Tinglyzu was Sapling. Tinglyzu, who had videos of ‘Your boyfriend takes you on a date’. Videos Hitsohi hadn’t wanted to watch originally, but now he was more than tempted to. Half the reason he hadn’t wanted to watch was because it felt like cheating on Sapling even though they weren’t even dating– not officially at least. Hitoshi liked to think of it like that, but Sapling wasn’t ready for a label, and honestly, Hitoshi wasn’t sure he was either. Not until Sapling knew about him. About his scars.
Hitoshi’s eyes settled back on Tinglyzu– Sapling’s face– They weren’t sure when in their fucking thought process they had ended up staring up at the roof, but they had. The name made sense now, with the gorgeous green hair and eyes. Hitoshi groaned, pulling open Discord. They didn’t care that Sapling was asleep. They needed to give that fucking man a piece of their mind.
> catastrophetoshi — 03:47, 11/04/2160
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> catastrophetoshi — 03:47, 11/04/2160
U FUCKING BASTARD U LET ME COMPLIMENT U WITHOUT ME KNOWING IT WAS U
> catastrophetoshi — 03:47, 11/04/2160
UR FUCKING TINGLYZU!?!?!?
> catastrophetoshi — 03:49, 11/04/2160
HOLY SHIT U LET ME FCKING SAY ALL THESE NICE THINGS ABOUT U
> catastrophetoshi — 03:51, 11/04/2160
ur so fucking lucky i love u
> catastrophetoshi — 03:52, 11/04/2160
also i need u to do talking only asmr on call with me one day but ur just actually talking to me
> catastrophetoshi — 03:52, 11/04/2160
im so fucking gay
— * —
When Izuku woke up the next morning, he did not expect to have seven messages from Toshi. Usually, the man wouldn’t even send him one whilst he was asleep– unless he found a meme he wanted to share. Or a cute cat picture. Or a rant about Bond doing stupid shit. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that unusual, but Izuku had had a weird feeling that he forgot something important ever since he went to bed last night and he hated the uncertainty.
Feeling anxious already, he decided to get it over with and open Toshi’s messages, because if he didn’t, he’d just spend all morning with a churning stomach as his brain came up with – hopefully – unrealistic scenarios.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
That’s the thing he forgot.
Toshi watched Tinglyzu. Toshi knew what Miko-chan looked like.
Holy shit.
> letsapling257 — 08:20, 11/04/2160
uh
His breath quickened and he struggled to breathe, gasping for air that didn’t come desperately. He tried sitting up in bed, but his trembling hand slipped away from under him multiple times before he finally managed to lean up against the headboard, head tilted back. Fuck. His lungs were void of oxygen, vision blurring. Somehow, he did manage to choke air in, but hardly enough to make him form a thought. Toshi had seen him. What– What had Toshi sent again? Did– did he hate Izuku now? For not telling? Did he think it was cringe?
His chest stuttered as he tried to take a breath in, body refusing to listen to him. No, Toshi wouldn’t hate him for that. He’d even told Izuku that he thought Tinglyzu was pretty. That he liked his videos.
Despite his best efforts to breathe, it still took way too long until his brain managed to rationalise again and his thoughts cleared. A few singular tears rolled down his cheeks, but his breathing was back to being calm and even. He checked his phone again, but it was void of messages.
> letsapling257 — 08:56, 11/04/2160
surprs?e
When Toshi still didn’t reply, Izuku decided to just get up and have breakfast instead of waiting for him– it was always a gamble on whether or not the other would be asleep, and if he didn’t reply instantly, he probably was. Only then he noticed that Miko-chan had at some point crawled into his lap. He chuckled, “Hello, love.” And promptly spent two entire hours cuddling with Miko-chan in bed.
> catastrophetoshi — 10:57, 11/04/2160
fucking crazy
> catastrophetoshi — 10:57, 11/04/2160
soz I was asleep :/
> catastrophetoshi — 10:58, 11/04/2160
ur so pretty tho im dying my poor heart
> letsapling257 — 10:59, 10/04/2160
um
> catastrophetoshi — 11:00, 11/04/2160
srsly tho ur so fucking gorgeous
> letsapling257 — 11:02, 10/04/2160
thank u
> letsapling257 — 11:02, 10/04/2160
im sure you are, too ;)
> catastrophetoshi — 11:03, 11/04/2160
hah
> catastrophetoshi — 11:03, 11/04/2160
u wish
> letsapling257 — 11:04, 10/04/2160
*i know
> catastrophetoshi — 11:05, 11/04/2160
ur funny~
> letsapling257 — 11:05, 10/04/2160
i know right!
> letsapling257 — 11:08, 10/04/2160
now that you know
> letsapling257 — 11:08, 10/04/2160
whats a random topic you want to know more about
> letsapling257 — 11:08, 10/04/2160
(im making a new video essay)
> catastrophetoshi — 11:09, 11/04/2160
ur love for me <3
> letsapling257 — 11:09, 10/04/2160
SDJHFJAGDHGJCV
> letsapling257 — 11:10, 10/04/2160
unfortunately that is not something id share with my asmr channel
> catastrophetoshi — 11:11, 11/04/2160
u still wanna get all the donos from the delusional fans that think they culd catch someone as awesome as u :p
> letsapling257 — 11:11, 10/04/2160
nah uh id just rather keep u to myself tyvm
> catastrophetoshi — 11:12, 11/04/2160
and thats y im not taking down the vid i posted without watching it cuz i was drunk–
> letsapling257 — 11:12, 10/04/2160
but if you give me a call in like three hours i might be able to come up with something ;)
> catastrophetoshi — 11:13, 11/04/2160
im 100% calling u dw love
> letsapling257 — 11:13, 10/04/2160
;) xo
> catastrophetoshi — 11:14, 11/04/2160
for ur video essay u shuld break down all the cool little details in epic the musical
> catastrophetoshi — 11:14, 11/04/2160
totally not cuz it will take hours and i wanna hear u talk for hours
> letsapling257 — 11:15, 10/04/2160
lmao id probably have to break that up per saga because i dont want to end up uploading a 40 hour video
> catastrophetoshi — 11:15, 11/04/2160
fair enough
> letsapling257 — 11:16, 10/04/2160
ok igtg now, hear you later xx
> catastrophetoshi — 11:16, 11/04/2160
:(((( i cant believe ur leaving me :((
> catastrophetoshi — 11:17, 11/04/2160
have fun my love
> letsapling257 — 11:17, 10/04/2160
go have breakfast
> letsapling257 — 11:17, 10/04/2160
also you were the one to request this
> catastrophetoshi — 11:19, 11/04/2160
wha
— * —
Hitoshi’s timer – unnecessary, really, considering he had been watching the clock like Bond watching the ceiling fan during that 3 week obsession – went off, and Hitoshi immediately clicked call, exactly 3 hours after Sapling’s message. What? He was a gay bitch on a mission.
“Fuck, you’re early!” Sapling sounded slightly stressed and Hitoshi imagined his hair being all messed up and Miko-chan pawing at his stomach whilst she was sitting in his lap.
“No, it’s been three hours. It’s 12 past 2. That’s three hours after your message,” Hitoshi replied happily.
Sapling cooed, then groaned. “I’m not ready– Well, almost. Give me a moment–” This was followed by a few minutes of manic scribbling. “Okay, I think that’s all. If I’d had more time, I’d probably be able to come up with more stuff– Not the point. Anyways! Did I even have food? … Oh, my plate’s empty. When did that happen? Anyways– I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here– FUCK. Sorry, I’ve been listening to EPIC in preparation for your request. Okok, let me move to my recording slash streaming room.” Hitoshi couldn’t help the soft smile creeping onto his face. Sapling was so fucking cute, rambling and mumbling to himself without a care in the world. Hitoshi himself definitely didn’t mind, loving the sound of Sapling’s voice. He missed it as soon as it stopped, papers crinkling over the microphone instead, and an unidentifiable sound that Hitoshi could only describe as soft pattering, if the singular pattering sound just kind of didn’t end. Look– he wasn’t great at describing sounds to start with, be happy he managed this much.
Finally, there was a complaining meow from Miko-chan as fabric rustled and Sapling grunted in displeasure. “Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered, followed by more of that pattering sound (what the hell was that?) and when it was over, Sapling said, “Um, I might’ve turned my camera on.”
“Holy shit,” Hitoshi whispered, his hand reaching out as though going to touch the man’s cheek, stopping to hover just off of his screen, “You’re so beautiful, love.”
In an instant, Sapling buried his face in his hands, “Stoppp, don’t say that when you can see me,” he whined. Hitoshi would argue the gorgeous red tipped ears were reason enough to keep saying things like that, but even more so, he wanted to see Sapling’s face again.
“Only if you stop covering your face,” Hitoshi teased and Sapling slowly peeked back out between his fingers.
“Promise? Cause like, getting red when you can actually see it, is so embarrassing,” Sapling complained.
“I’m not sure I can manage it, but I’ll do my best to keep my gayass thoughts inside?”
“Good.” Sapling dropped their hands, smiling shyly. It took all of Hitoshi’s strength not to comment on it, instead settling for watching them and listening closely. “Okay, now back to business.” They grabbed a stack of papers and Hitoshi could see a large, slightly raised, scar wrapping around their left upper arm that was usually out of view or covered in any videos they posted on Tinglyzu and their camera cut off right at the shoulders right now. Hitoshi, of course, knew better than to ask, but his gut twisted, wondering what could have caused it. “My, uhm, voice? call? essay, just for you and just today– I didn’t have time to even read through what I wrote down once, so you’re going to have to deal with the rough draft.” Sapling cleared their throat, clearly mentally preparing. “Dear Toshi, I asked you what you’d like to know about more and you said my love for you, so here I am– what the hell, why the fuck does that sound so cheesy?” the last part went whispered, possibly not even meant for Hitoshi, “In this essay, I’ll list about– uhm–” they paused again, going through the papers with lots of loud crinkles, “200 of an unranked and incomplete collection of reasons why I love you.”
Sorry, how many? No. That wasn’t possible. There was no way in hell anyone could find that many even remotely bearable aspects of him, let alone ones they loved. Only, Hitoshi had watched Tinglyzu’s video essays. They were nothing if not thorough, and Sapling was there, smiling at him, cheeks dotted with freckles almost glowing red, looking truly genuine.
“Number one: Your laugh. It’s really rare to hear you genuinely laugh and every time I do hear it, it makes my stomach feel all funky and fluttery in the best possible way and I feel like I’m floating.” Hitoshi and Sapling stayed there for hours, Sapling happily listing off more and more reasons, including things Hitoshi didn’t even know he did, but yet Sapling noticed them. Noticed them and cared enough to remember. Cared enough to love him for it. Even hours later as he finished off his list with, “And the very last reason on my list right now– remember that this is incomplete and unranked, because I tried and I could NOT decide which reason I like more than the other– is that I told you to call me in three hours and you literally called me after three on the dot as if you’d set an alarm.”
Sapling did not need to know that Hitoshi had indeed set an alarm. Instead he just let himself watch Sapling some more as the man fidgeted with something out of view, eyes cast down in embarrassment, now that he no longer had a script to read off of.
“You’re such a sap, Sap,” Hitoshi choked out, only realising how close to crying he was when he spoke for the first time since Sapling had started. Honestly, it was more than likely he had cried at some point and just not registered, too entranced by Sapling’s beautiful words.
As soon as he spoke, Sapling’s eyes flickered back up to the camera, mischief glinting in them as his mouth formed a cheeky grin and he fucking winked. At him. WHY THE FUCK WAS HE ABLE TO DO IT SO SMOOTHLY, TOO? That was so fucking unfair. How was Hitoshi supposed to function after that?
“You’re so– ugh it’s not fair, how am I supposed to beat someone who can just fucking wink like that? That’s so unfair!”
“What do you need to beat me at?” Sap asked, looking up at him with his big, green eyes; all innocence and beauty. Fuck. Hitoshi was so fucking gay. This man would be his death. He was sure of it. His poor fucking heart.
“Well, my viewers are already bullying me about losing the TreasureMine bet… so…”
Sapling’s jaw dropped playfully and she crossed her arms, jutting out her lower lip as she asked in a pouty tone, “What? You love your viewers more than me? After all of that?”
“You know I don’t, but come on, you wouldn’t want me to go easy on you, right?”
A smirk made its way to Sap’s face when she said, “I do like it rough, too.”
It took absolutely all of Hitoshi’s resolve not to fucking combust at that line, holy fucking shit. That was– fuck– Pull it together Hitoshi! He was fine, he wasn’t dying. He wasn’t about to implode at the fucking wave of love he felt for his dumbass, flirty Sapling.
“Oh, yeah? And how else do you like it? Do tell,” Hitoshi grinned, watching the flush creep up Sapling’s neck.
“I’m fine with almost anything–”
“I can do variety,” Hitoshi replied immediately. It was too fucking fun to watch the way Sapling would visibly appreciate the words and yet desperately try to not seem flustered and then instantly become confident again as he thought of a rebuttal.
“Sounds like a perfect match,” Sapling grinned. Holy shit, was that fucking hot. Perfect match? Hitoshi could die happy at the words.
“Only because you’re so perfect,” Hitoshi murmured, “Perfect for me.”
Sapling flushed so crimson red that he ended up burying his face in his hands, much to Hitoshi’s great dismay. How was he supposed to appreciate the man’s beauty like this? “Dsmd shae dat,” Sap mumbled into his palms, and… what the fuck was that supposed to mean? Hitoshi had zero clue. With a groan, Sapling pulled his hands away, still clearly shy with embarrassment, looking fucking adorable in Hitoshi’s opinion. “You’re the perfect one. … Urgh, I want to kiss you so bad right now.”
Hitoshi let his head fall back heavily against his chair at the words, groaning slightly. It wasn’t fucking fair. He wanted to kiss Sapling so fucking much, why did it have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t Sapling just be right in front of Hitoshi so he could simply kiss him stupid?
“Fucking same, Sap,” Hitoshi complained, dragging his hands through his hair, despairing.
“Can’t we just–” Sapling whined, “You know what I look like, can’t we just meet up? I can’t stand the fact that you’re behind a screen instead of right in front of me.”
Hitoshi wanted to, so fucking badly he wanted to. He should. He really should. He should just get this over with. Suck it up. Find out once and for all if Sapling would still want him, but it was so fucking hard. It was stupid to be this hard, literally just one button press and it would be done. He just had to fucking press the button. He couldn’t avoid it forever. Just press the fucking button, Hitoshi.
— * —
Izuku gasped when Toshi’s camera suddenly turned on, eyes widening at the sight of the man. He hardly registered that his hand rose to cover his mouth, eyes flitting over the large scar wrapping around Toshi’s mouth, right where a muzzle’s edges would dig in if it was bound too tightly. The edges of the scars seemed almost raised, while the line in the center cut deeply into his skin, making it painfully obvious that the skin had healed around the muzzle, not after it was removed. It was too horribly clear just how long that cursed thing had been bound to his face with zero reprieve. No wonder that fic triggered him so badly. Way too many thoughts raced through his brain for him to even decipher one properly.
Are you okay? Does it hurt? Fuck, you’re beautiful. I want to kiss you even more now. You’re so brave. Thank you for showing me. You have nothing to worry about. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Toshi’s voice ripped Izuku from his thoughts, broken and sad.
As the man said the words, the camera flicked off, leaving the screen painfully empty.
There were so many things Izuku could say. Should say. He dropped his hands back to his lap, not even noticing the tears pooling in his eyes. “Fuck,” the word sounded strangled, “Chargebolt didn’t lie, you are hot as fuck.” He probably should’ve started with something else–
“Wh– what?” Toshi’s watery voice choked out.
“Gods, Toshi– You’re beautiful. I love you.”
“Y– you don’t hate it– me?” Toshi sounded so scared. Izuku wanted to make him stop hurting so badly.
“No, I love you, so fucking much. And yes, I fucking hate it, but not because of the way it looks– it’s kind of attractive, actually– but because of what happened to cause it. And that you’re so insecure of it. Shit, Toshi, you’re so pretty, so beautiful, so hot, so fucking gorgeous. And I miss seeing you already. Please come back.”
There was a clear second of hesitation before Hitoshi’s camera turned back on, revealing tears that tracked down his face, catching on the scar’s edges. Oh, love. Izuku unconsciously leaned forward to his phone, hand stretched out to wipe his tears, but the device was so far away, he would’ve needed to stand up just to touch it. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Fucking magnificent.”
Toshi’s face twisted away from the camera slightly as though a pathetic attempt to hide it, but it just made his bright red ears, the colour of a stop sign, even more obvious.
“Love,” Izuku called out, wanting to see him properly again. Wanting to see those beautiful purple eyes again that made his stomach flutter. He so badly wanted to run his hands through the fluff of hair atop his head and he really wanted to kiss the scars, make sure Toshi knew he loved him, make sure Toshi knew that he was beautiful in spite– and maybe even because of them. “Love, look at me. Please?”
Toshi’s eyes immediately turned to face the camera, zero hesitance in obeying the request. So fucking– Nope, now was not the time–
“It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re okay. You’re so beautiful and I won’t stop telling you that until you believe me, no matter how long it’ll take. I love you. You’re beautiful.”
“You’re too fucking nice, why are you so nice? You and Pika and Mina. All of you, you’re so fucking nice and I don’t get it. Why are you so much nicer than everyone else? No one fucking reacts like this– I don’t– it doesn’t make sense.”
Izuku felt his heart break at the sight of Toshi’s distress. “I– I don’t know why sometimes in life, it takes longer for us to meet someone good. All I know is that I know you now and you’re beautiful and kind and sweet and I really don’t want you to leave ever again.”
“I don’t– I don’t want to leave. I want to be face to face all the time. I wanna see you and let you see me and I wanna get used to it and stop being so fucking scared all the time. I want my fucking brain to accept that you are the definition of safe. I want this,” Toshi gestured at the camera, “I want to call you and see your face and I want to meet you and I want to know you more than you know yourself and I want you to know me that much too. I want it all so fucking much–”
“Go out with me,” Izuku blurted. The only other thing he would’ve replied would’ve been be my boyfriend, but he really wanted to kiss Toshi when he said yes and they couldn’t do that right now. “I know this place, I promise you, it’s safe.”
“Fucking yes, of course I will. Holy shit, I love you so much.”
Notes:
toshi: *has a crush on tinglyzu but feels bad about it cuz it's not sapling*
sapling: *is tinglyzu*
toshi: *gayx2*
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bee: toshi's so gay
huffi: toshi's so gay
toshi: im so fucking gay
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toshi: *obsessively calling izu pretty now he knows it's true*
izu: *flustered mess*
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izu: im sure ur pretty too
toshi: hah
toshi: i wish- *deletes*
toshi: u wish
toshi (internally): ahh yes much better
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izu: what should i do my video essay about?
toshi: ur love for me
izu: aight give me 3 hours
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izu: i gtg
toshi: i can't believe ur leaving me
izu: u were the one to suggest this
bee (who didn't know huffi's plan): wha?
huffi: trust me
bee: oki *starts deleting the "wha"*
huffi: nah keep it in
bee: smort
toshi: wha?
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izu: gimme 3 hours
toshi: ok!
3 hours later on the dot:
toshi: IM HERE
izu: did he fucking out a timer on?
toshi who definitely put a timer on: heheh
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bee and huffi: constantly start singing love in paradise (epic) any time someone says "anyways"
bee and huffi: we r gonna pass that curse onto izu
izu: NOOOOO
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toshi (while being a sap): You’re such a sap, Sap
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nobody:
absolutely nobody:
izu and toshi: *teasing each other about the other loving their audience more than them*
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bee and huffi: this is a pg fic
toshi and izu: *making far too many innuendos*
bee and huffi: PLEASE LET THIS STAY A PG FIC
(they made it so damn hard for us)
(they would have made a joke about that if they read it ;-;)
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izu: u know what i look like, we culd meet up...
toshi: all that's holding me back from making out with him is me not revealing my face.......
toshi: FUCK IT FACE REVEAL FOR THE GAY
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izu: *gay panic*
toshi: *anxious panic*
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izu: toshi had zero hesitance in obeying the request. So fucking– Nope, now was not the time–
bee: dying inside trying to keep this pg
huffi: cackling---
shoutout to abitrayrinumb3r who called that toshi was gonna panic and izuku was gonna go "wtf denki was right" when toshi face reveals, it was so hard to not tell them that when they commented lmaooo -huffi
my brother is actually cutting onions rn and i can't tell if my watery eyes are from proofreading this chapter or the onions ;-; - bee
Chapter 14: at some point, the past always comes back to haunt you (face your fucking mistakes)
Notes:
heh. this is the chapter i wrote aaaaaaaalll on my own lollll, bee only helped edit xD -huffi
dang i just almost forgot the warnings oopsie -huffi (edit)i love this chapter cuz huffi did all of it so i got to experience this as a reader the first time so it has a special place in my heart - bee
prepare for: mentioned suicide attempt, mentioned toxic relationship (in the past), hints at domestic abuse, uhhh we gettin some fuced up backstord in rhis one :D
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Sooo,” Mina started, skipping next to him on the sidewalk the following Tuesday. She’d randomly showed up at his mum’s place as they were having brunch. On the way home to his apartment, he’d updated her on the situation with Toshi – “So fucking hot, right??” – and about the thing he’d done, listing about 200 reasons why he loved Toshi – “That’s so fucking cheesy, it’s adorable.” – and they were close to his apartment when she let out a sigh. The sigh.
“No,” Izuku answered, moving around a stupid businessman, who was so used to people moving out of the way, he didn’t react when someone like Izuku – someone with barely enough space to move aside – was right in front of him.
Mina whined, “You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”
“Let me guess.” He changed his voice to sound slightly higher to imitate Mina, “Hey Izu, would you like to come over to have dinner with my family?” When she looked at him with a pout, he repeated his reaction, “No.”
“But whyyyy?”
“You know why,” Izuku grumbled, fishing for his keys in the bag atop his lap, seeing as they had arrived at his home.
“No, I don’t,” Mina replied, playful pouting and whining suddenly gone from her voice. “Izuku, I’ve been trying to invite you over for almost two fucking years and every time you use the same stupid excuse: Katsuki will be there. But they’re so excited to meet you and they would love to have you at our house. You’re a fucking angel, they will love you instantly. So, for fucks sake, what is your issue with Katsuki?”
Izuku ushered her inside without a word, hand instantly going to pet Miko-chan’s head as she meowed and jumped on his lap.
“Is it because he’s loud? Annoying? Brash? The way he treats civilians– which the public still can’t see is his way of showing care, he’s not being fucking secretive about it– Do you think he’s an asshole? Because let me tell you, ever since I’ve known him, he’s never acted like a dick without reason, never actually been one. He always makes it clear that he cares and that he knows how to and will be kind and show us affection– Including me and Ocha-chan, and all of our classmates from UA. He’s– he’s a good man, so I don’t understand why you won’t give him a chance. I thought you were better than this! Katsuki is good and he’s nothing like what the media makes him look like,” Mina ranted and Izuku could see the tears forming in her eyes.
His own throat was closing up, heart squeezing with the assumptions Mina made about himself and the good things she said about Kacchan. He believed it. He believed her, which was why he’d never wanted to tell her about the horrible person he used to be. But Izuku was still mad and irritated, so he pushed past the frog in his throat and spat out, “Well, that’s what your ex attempting to kill himself the day you broke up with him and told him to take a swan dive off the roof does to you.”
Mina flinched back at the uncharacteristically aggressive words coming from Izuku, then her face went pale as she realised what Izuku’s words implied. “What?” she mouthed, speechless.
Feeling so angry at the memories resurfacing, Izuku couldn’t bear sitting down, even if he knew it was the worst idea when he was so out of touch with himself. He placed Miko-chan on the ground and rose from his wheelchair, ready to explode. Not even the pain could stop him. “We were friends before we were even born. We were the biggest All Might fans, planning to become the best heroes ever, together. But then he got a quirk. And I didn’t. Everyone turned their back on me. The only one I had left was my mum. My dad fucked off to fuck knows where– Mama always says he works in America, but I’ll believe that when he finally returns. Ka– Bakugou started being mean to me, ignoring me, pushing around weaker children even when I was trying to protect them. Then I was the one being pushed around. In middle school, he bullied me. Mocked me. Made fun of me. And I, young and stupid, still loved him.” Izuku trembled with anger, stepping towards Mina, who was too focused on his words to even realise that he’d gotten up.
“I loved him so much that I ended up telling him. One afternoon, a week or two short of the end of our second school year, as he sneered at me in our empty classroom, I told him. And I still can’t figure out what the fuck possessed him, but we became boyfriends. He was– He was an asshole. An absolute dick and a douchebag. But I loved him. So I endured. I endured him screaming at me, and I endured the explosions that followed when I felt brave enough to scream back. It– It wasn’t just him, we’d both been fucked up since the day he started getting praised as the best whilst everyone started treating me like I was invisible or breakable. At some point, I– I enjoyed it, the rough way he was regarding me with, because it was a change from the people pretending I was glass, ready to shatter if they accidentally mistreated me. We had our nice moments– But those were few and far in between. Mina, it was almost like hell, it was fucked up and toxic and never should’ve happened. But I was young and stupid– And didn’t notice the signs.
The first day of our third year,” Mina gasped, “Kacchan told me to take a swan dive off the roof, and when he left me standing there, trying to process what my boyfriend just told me, he wasn’t even looking at me when he added, like an afterthought, ‘Oh, and I’m breaking up.’. Just like that! As if I was worth nothing. The same day, not even a full hour later, All Might– All Might–! My idol since the day I could think told me that it was unrealistic to dream of being a hero as a quirkless. And, well, he left me alone on a roof.” Angry tears streamed down his face, matching the ones on Mina’s face, frozen in shock. Frustration and lingering sadness, mixed with disappointment and heartbreak all leaked from him in the form of tiny, salty water droplets as his best friend stood there, staring at him, trying to process what her family had done to him. “You can piece the rest together with what I told you ages ago.”
And then his legs had finally met their limit, giving in with hardly any warning and sending him crashing to the floor with a loud thud. His knees would end up bruised, but he didn’t care. He barely cared that he’d fallen at all. His mind was blank. He didn’t know how to feel, aware that he’d just told Mina everything about Kacch– Bakugo– Fuck, who cared? His dirty past that he’d probably never wanted to undig. But here Izuku was, laying it bare to one of the most important people in both Izuku and Kacchan’s lives and wasn’t that ironic? That, after so many years, they still had something tying them inevitably together.
“I’m going to kill him–” Mina growled, pulling Izuku out of his daze. She was already holding her phone in her hand, tapping it aggressively, and finally, life came back into Izuku.
“No, don’t!” Izuku begged, “You’re right, he’s changed and it’s good for him, but I don’t know how I’ll react when I see him again and I’m not ready for that. Please, Mina–” But she had already dialled his number, holding the phone to her ear. “Mina, please.”
“What?!” It was undoubtedly Kacchan’s voice, but Izuku was used to it, when it was filtered by electronics. It was unavoidable, with Dynamight being on his way to becoming the number one hero. Only Endeavour was still before him and it wouldn’t take long until he’d overtaken him, too. Izuku wouldn’t be surprised if the next rankings would have Dynamight hold the speech for being honoured as Japan’s number one hero instead of Endeavour.
“Where the fuck are you,” Mina spit out through grittes teeth, voice trembling with nearly uncontained anger.
Kacchan just sounded confused. Izuku hid his face in his palms. He’d just destroyed the lives of four people. Or, at least, their peace. This was truly the furthest he’d ever been from becoming a hero. “What? I thought you’re with your secret best friend? Urgh, what was it, Sapling? Something happen?”
“Just– fucking– Tell. Me. Where. You. Are.” It was terrifying to see Mina like this, and Izuku was so glad this sort of rage had never been directed at him before. It would’ve been beautiful, seeing her so ready to protect everyone in danger, if it wasn’t Izuku’s fault that she was feeling like this.
“At home, why? What’s wrong?”
“Is anyone else home?” she asked, still shaking.
“No, you know that Ochaco and Eiji are at work.”
“Good. Right. Right,” Mina took a deep breath in, and all of a sudden, the trembling stopped, but she didn’t look any less terrifying. If anything, she looked more terrifying. This wasn’t Mina. It was Alien Queen, getting ready to fight the enemy. “I’m on my way, bye.”
Only when she hung up and pocketed her phone, her gaze landed on Izuku, sitting on the floor, crying. She blinked and instantly, worry flooded her face. “Fuck, Izu, why are you on the floor?”
Izuku choked out a laugh, but thankfully accepted the help when she pushed the wheelchair back to him and supported him as he sat into it. “I’m sorry,” he said, as soon as he was comfortable, “I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Please don’t hate him for things he’s already learned were wrong and grown from. Stay here.”
Mina looked at him, pity and sorrow mixing in her gaze and Izuku really wished she would’ve never looked at him like that. “I’m sorry, Izu, but I have to. This isn’t just about you– This is about my peace of mind, too. Are you okay here? I swear, I’ll come back and talk to you about it– maybe not today, but I will soon.”
Izuku simply let his head hang, welcoming Miko-chan into his lap. For good measure, he wrapped his arms around her belly, carefully pressing her up to his chest as she purred loudly and happily, head snuggling into his shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry– Bye.”
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As soon as Mina exited Izuku’s apartment, she took off running straight towards home. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t fucking believe it. Of course, she knew it was true, Izuku wouldn’t lie about something like that, but it was still hard to grasp that this was her new reality. She couldn’t believe that Katsuki, her Katsuki, had done something so horrible. And she’d defended him, right in front of the one who’d suffered the most from the entire situation.
Fuck, what was Katsuki thinking?! Treating someone so awfully? She wrapped her arms around herself, speeding up. She needed answers. Needed to hear his side of things. And tell Ocha-chan and Eiji. They deserved to know.
The route home felt way too long, despite knowing she was going much faster than usual already. She fumbled with the keys, unlocking the front door before slamming it closed right behind her, not bothering with locking it back up. On her walk, her anger had returned full-force and she needed to hit something. As soon as she saw Katsuki, sitting innocently on their couch, she marched straight over to him, hand curled into a fist and punched him right into the face. A sickeningly satisfying crunch followed, making Mina wonder if Katsuki had ever thought about how Izuku must’ve felt, jumping off that roof. Waking back up with every nerve screaming at him in pain. Finding out his spinal cord cord was permanently damaged. She hadn’t been there, they’d only met much later, when they’d freshly graduated high school– and wasn’t that crazy, that Izuku had still managed to graduate around the same time as people his age, despite working on healing and adapting to a new lifestyle for months.
Katsuki jumped up, holding his bleeding nose as he stared at Mina with confusion and concern. “What the fuck?!”
“How dare you–” Oh, she was already screaming. “How dare you hurt someone so precious in such a horrible way?! He never deserved it, never. What were you thinking?!” His face went white with shock and fear. Good, he better be scared. “I can’t believe you’re such an– asshole! What the fuck?!”
“How did you find out?,” he asked, voice flat. No, show a fucking reaction! Mina stepped back, suddenly aware of how much she wanted to punch Katsuki again, how much she wanted him to feel what Izuku had felt– but that would make her no better than him. Instead, she picked up one of their throw pillows and melted it in her hands, trying to breathe through the anger and frustration. It wouldn’t help her to just– hurt him. She knew that much. She knew Katsuki had changed since then, she’d never seen him display behaviour anywhere close to what Izuku had described, but it still made her so endlessly mad.
“He told me,” she said, trying to cope with the overwhelming amount of rage clawing its way out of her. “He fucking told me. And then he apologised. For telling me.”
“Wait–” Realisation hit Katsuki and Mina was grateful that he still had some brain cells left. “You mean–”
“My best friend? Sapling? Yeah. The name Izuku Midoriya ring any bells?” Katsuki flinched as if Mina had hit him again. She flexed her fingers, pillow long gone. No. “So he was telling the truth. Not that I’d ever doubt it.”
“What did he tell you?” Katsuki asked, quietly. Defeated.
And fuck, it made Mina so angry that he wouldn’t even properly participate in the conversation. “I can’t do it like this. I’m going to end up actually killing you,” she huffed bitterly.
Katsuki looked at her. Really looked at her. Up and down. “Alright, come on, let’s spar.”
Taking a deep breath, Mina nodded, then followed Katsuki to their gym, changing into more appropriate clothes and then walking over to the mats placed on the ground specifically for sparring practice. Katsuki, who had briefly done first-aid on his nose and stuffed a tampon up the bleeding nostril, gestured for her to start. So she did. She aimed a punch straight at his jaw, which he easily dodged, including the other punch aimed for his stomach from her other hand. For a while, they did just that: aiming and dodging, until finally, Katsuki landed the first hit and Mina screamed in frustration.
“He told me you were friends, when you were babies, both aspiring heroes,” she grunted, using Katsuki’s surprise to her advantage and kicking his legs away from under him. “That everyone started hating him once he was told he wouldn’t develop a quirk.” Katsuki was on the ground, on his back, but he grabbed Mina by the leg when she directed a kick at his face, “You included.” He threw her off-balance, making her stumble for long enough that he managed to get up and recover. Fuck, when did their fighting abilities become so imbalanced?
“I was a dick,” he admitted, surprising Mina mid-attack. “Too many people praised me for my stupid fucking quirk. It shouldn’t have mattered.”
“It definitely shouldn’t have!” she yelled, already on her way to try and gain the upper hand.
“But I was just a kid. And so was he,” Katsuki defended, struggling to hold his own against her sudden aggressive fighting style. “Maybe I should’ve known better. But no one taught me to. Until–”
Mina filled in for him, landing a solid kick to his stomach when he suddenly stopped moving. “The jump.” Katsuki hardly reacted to the kick, feet rooted deeply to the ground.
“And Aizawa-Sensei.”
Katsuki kept standing there, body taking and defending ruthless blows. “He told me you were a couple. And what you told him, that day. You know the one.”
When Mina’s fist collided with his jaw, he grabbed her wrist and flipped her down on the mat. Air was sucked right out of her, together with the anger and the frustration. She coughed. “I give up.”
Immediately, Katsuki let go of her, taking a step back. “I fucked up. I know I did. There’s nothing for me to do. He’s never wanted to see me since. I get it. I never deserved him.”
Mina sat up, looking him up and down. “I’m going to tell the others.”
“Actually, would you mind if I did?”
“Be my fucking guest,” she breathed, evaluating her feelings. She was still mad, but not as awfully as before. It was manageable. “But you better be honest.”
“Duh,” Katsuki grumbled, then offered her a hand to get up. She pushed it away, getting up on her own.
“I may not be shaking with rage anymore, but don’t test me. I’m still mad. I can’t– I fucking– fucking damn it, Katsuki!” He grimaced, but didn’t say anything. “I need to– process this. Leave me alone. Fix your face. I’ll be there when they get home and you tell them.”
As soon as Katsuki was gone, Mina started basically demolishing their punching bag, spending hours just punching and kicking until her arms got tired and she switched to the treadmill, running at her limit and then pushing a little further. She almost missed it when it was time to take a shower before Ocha-chan and Eiji arrived.
That night, after dinner, Katsuki told them everything. Even more in detail than Izuku had told Mina. She hated herself for looking at Eiji with worry, when Katsuki mentioned some of the worse things he’d done whilst in a relationship with Izuku. He wasn’t that boy anymore. But he used to be, at some point. As soon as he was done, Ocha-chan threw up. Eiji left the room without returning. Mina went to check on her girlfriend. Katsuki stayed seated at their kitchen table, the room still filled with dirty dishes yet to be done.
The following weeks, Eiji, Ocha-chan and Mina all rotated between their beds together – they may be dating, but every one of them had still gotten their own room in this house – whilst Katsuki slept alone. It took Mina the least amount of time to calm back down, mainly because of all the messages Izu kept sending her. Ocha-chan spent a week not talking to Katsuki and Eiji couldn’t even bear looking at Katsuki for two, only speaking to him again long after the three week mark had passed.
It was fucked up, and it would take a while until they found their way back into their dynamic, but they were family and this was something that had happened in the past. Katsuki had grown. He was better than that now. It would be fine. They would be fine.
Notes:
yall: fuck yes we get The Date
huffi: nah uh
yall: *played*---
yall: fluff, fluff, fluff
huffi: *grin*
yall: fluff, fluuuff, fluuu-
huffi: *grin wider*
yall, crying: flu-
this chapter:
(pls tell me yall recognise the ref or else ill be the one crying -huffi)---
(huffi: as i was writing that meme i just remembered why this chapter even came to exist....)
us: finishes chapter
bee: ok bye imma bed
huffi: NOOOO WHATEVER SHALL I DO ABT MY HYPERFIXATION ON THS FIC WITHOUT UUUUUU
huffi: entire new subplot.---
izu: ik what toshi looks like now
mina: so fucking hot ikr?
izu:
mina:
izu:
mina and izu: *squeals like 13 yo girls in middle school
izu: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS---
mina: has been asking izuku *that* question for so often that she has a special sigh for it that izuku recognises On Sight
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izu: i dont wanna see kacchan
mina: excuse me
mina: *goes into protective mode*
izu: he hurt me
mina: EXCUSE ME
mina: *goes into Protective mode*---
izu: kacchan hurt me
mina: *turns murderous*
mina: SOMEONE HURT U!? AND THEN EXISTED IN MY LIFE!?---
izu: he placed miko-chan on the ground and rose from his wheelchair
huffi: my guy is literally standing up for himself---
izu: literally stands up for himself
izu: collapses
mina: so angry she didn't even realise he had collapsed
mina: realises
mina: panik---
mina: HOW DARE U HURT SOMEONE SO INNOCENT AND PERFECT
bakugou: *immediately knows exactly who she's talking about despite not knowing she knows izu*---
mina: *melts throw pillow in anger*
bee: poor throw pillow it didn't deserve that :(---
huffi: i wanna make a meme abt katsukis feelings and thoughts here but yall will see. eventually. :)
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mina: Mad with a capital M
mina: time for my fav stress relief aside from Punching People
mina: fuck we dont have enough pillows for this
katsuki, who knows his family inside out: lets spar---
huffi: can u write memes for this chapter?
bee: of course!
bee: *remembers this is the chapter they did barely anything for writing wise*
bee: help----
speaking of their dynamic!! ull find out :) eventually. -huffi
i remember the day huffi told me all about this like it was yesterday... i woke up to this amazing chapter having been written while i slept and it was the best thing of my life, no toshi in this chapter which is big sad, but the awesomeness of this chapter 100000% makes up for it!!! - bee
Chapter 15: we been waiting for this one!! turn it up
Summary:
ITS TIME
Notes:
dont do tod kisses, yall -huffi
ok so i was once again in charge of writing the memes for this chapter and i may have gone a bit overboard cuz i always type them into discord to send to huffi first but... they were so long it didn't fit in one msg... OH WELL I LOVE THIS ONE SO U BETTER ENJOY IT - bee
prepare for: breakdown, panic attack, mention of past toxic relationship, uhh, basically izukus pov after mina leaves-
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Hitoshi picked up the call from Sapling immediately, not even remotely caring about the lack of a pause function in his game. He flicked on his camera, before returning to the game with far less focus, paying more attention to Discord than the people attacking him.
“Toshi, I fucked up,” Sapling’s voice was shaky, and Hitoshi didn’t think twice before quitting the game and focussing his complete attention on Sapling.
“Shhh, hey, what happened, love?”
“I– fuck.” Miko-chan meowed in the background as Sapling took a few deep breaths. “I told Mina about– about Kacchan. My uh, childhood friend turned bully turned ex– Fuck, how could I be so stupid? I should’ve fucking known to control myself.”
“Ok, what happened then? What was wrong with you talking to her about it?”
“The problem is that– Kacchan is one of the most important people in Mina’s life– He’s family to her. And I ruined it. I fucking destroyed their lives. Their peace.”
“He was an asshole, if Mina didn’t know what he had done, despite him being so important to her, then maybe it’s a good thing she knows now,” Hitoshi pointed out, quickly sending Denki several spam messages until the other man was online.
> pikachoochoo — 14:02, 13/04/2160
Ssup dude, u good?
> catastrophetoshi — 14:02, 13/04/2160
do u know who of mina’s friends might have the nickname ‘kachaan’? not what mina calls him tho
> pikachoochoo — 14:03, 13/04/2160
Omg thats a great one i should use that on him sometime, he’ll flip his shit :O
“But– He’s better now, he’s grown. Just because I don’t want to see him doesn’t mean I should ruin his life when he’s learned from his mistakes already.”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:03, 13/04/2160
focus here this is fucking important who is it
> pikachoochoo — 14:04, 13/04/2160
Whats wrong
> pikachoochoo — 14:04, 13/04/2160
What did katsuki do
Even as he frantically typed out messages to Denki, Hitoshi kept his face as calm as possible, continuing to speak with Sapling, “If he had actually learnt from his mistakes, he would be honest about it. That’s not the kind of shit you can just not mention to your family. Chosen or otherwise. Even if he’s grown, they have every fucking right to know what he has done.”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:04, 13/04/2160
who is that? hero name. now.
“No, there’s no point in bringing up things that happened long ago and that he’s already paid for.”
> pikachoochoo — 14:06, 13/04/2160
Um
> pikachoochoo — 14:06, 13/04/2160
Dynamight
“Has he really, though? I don’t see how he’s paid for it at all.”
> catastrophetoshi — 14:06, 13/04/2160
im gonna fucking kill him
> catastrophetoshi — 14:08, 13/04/2160
ty ill explain later or smthing
> pikachoochoo — 14:09, 13/04/2160
Okay?
“You just don’t know him,” Sap quietly argued several minutes later, but it was clear that he was struggling with the subject in his mind. “If he was still acting as he did then, he wouldn’t even have made it through his first year at UA, from what Mina told me about their teacher.”
“Okay, but has he paid for it? Has he at least fucking apologised? Has he ever once shown you he regrets it, or has he just moved onto better things?”
“I– I wouldn’t let him. He– he tried visiting me, when– But I told them not to let him in. I’m sure he would’ve said something if he’d ever seen me, after…” Sapling trailed off.
Hitoshi wanted to scream. It didn’t matter that Dynamight was a hero. It didn’t matter that he was better now. He could have gotten that apology to Sapling if he wanted to. He just didn’t fucking want to. He could have told someone to send the message. Could have written a letter. Could have actually fucking tried. No. One time visiting to maybe apologise after whatever it was that finally let Sapling escape his abuse was not enough. It wasn’t anything. How can someone who had been so fucking horrid be a hero. It didn’t make any sense. “That’s not fucking good enough.”
“But– Fuck. I– Toshi,” Sapling whined. “It was over and dealt with and I fucking undug something unnecessary and ruined Mina’s family. That’s not okay.”
“No. You did nothing wrong, Sap, you hear me? You didn’t do anything wrong. You should be allowed to talk about your fucking trauma with your best friend. It’s up to her and that bitch how they move on, but if he’s been hiding this from her all this fucking time, maybe thats a sign that he’s not better. What if he does that shit to someone else, not expecting fucking punishment? What if he treated Mina like that one day? I’m not saying he will, but if nothing else, Mina should know his past to protect herself, to make sure she would never think it was her fault. Domestic abuse is no fucking joke, and it’s so fucking hard to get out of it or not blame yourself. You did nothing wrong, ok? She deserves to know,” Hitoshi took a breath at the end of their rant, and only then did they realise Sapling was crying. Fuck. They had gone too hard. They hadn’t meant to. They had just gotten caught up in themself. “Fuck, Sap, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, love. I’m so sorry.”
Sapling’s sobs ripped at Hitoshi’s heart. They hadn’t made anything better and it fucking hurt to see how broken the man they cared about so much was. Eventually, Sapling spoke, “You just– Fuck, Toshi, you just said so many things and yes, some of it might be true, but, you don’t know the full situation– It wasn’t just Kacchan, I was young and in love with him and I was desperate for someone to not treat me as invisible or breakable– It was toxic and fucked up, but he wasn’t the only one at fault. And after– fuck, after I tried to kill myself, he spent hours a day waiting at the hospital in case I’d let him in, but I didn’t. Of course he eventually had to move on, it wasn’t good for either of us. He changed, he grew and he learned that he was doing something wrong. No one had ever told him or taught him so, everyone just praised his fucking quirk as if that made him a good person. After he realised that his actions can have consequences, he became better. I watched it happen when they broadcasted the Sports Festival every year and once he graduated, it slowly became quite unavoidable to watch the news without him appearing somewhere. I– I might not want to see him or talk to him or even know how I feel when I think about him and what the hell happened back then, but I know he’s improved and he deserves the good life I know he has. He wouldn’t hurt anyone like that ever again.”
Sapling had done what? He had attempted suicide? How could he just brush over that? Fuck, Hitoshi knew how; knew they’d be doing the exact same and knew they wouldn’t want whoever they were talking to about it to fixate on it or bring it up, but at the same time, they couldn’t stand hearing that with a singular stroke of bad luck, Sapling could have been dead long before Hitoshi had ever met him. It just fucking hurt to hear. It made them want to forget about trying to stop Sapling defending the man and just wanted to focus on protecting Sapling, loving him, caring for him, all of it.
“Ok, I hear you, I believe you, I trust you. He has grown. That doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t do anything wrong, though, ok? I love you so much, Sap, I need you to know that. I will have your back, no matter what. So if you need anything, need me to do anything, I will. I promise you that.”
“It’s Izuku,” Sapling whispered.
“Izuku,” Hitoshi hummed, testing out the word in his mouth, and quickly deciding he absolutely adored it. “Mine’s Hitoshi.”
“Hitoshi,” Sap– Izuku, breathed, “I love you, Hitoshi. Thank you for– being here. Having my back. All of what you just said, it also goes for you. You’re amazing.”
“I love you so much, Izuku,” Hitoshi smiled softly, deciding that was his new favourite phrase. He heard Izuku sniffle, and immediately he tensed, had he done something wrong? “Izuku? Are you ok, love?”
“I’m just– so happy. I feel so seen– Ugh, that sounds stupid. I feel like I’ve been pretending to be Tinglyzu or Sapling for so long, and hearing you saying my name, it feels so good.”
“I will happily say your name forever, Izuku, love.”
— * —
On Friday, it was time. Izuku had called Cheng’s Noodle Restaurant on Sunday afternoon to reserve a table in a corner, away from prying eyes and demanded they make sure that they had the kindest waiters of the entire place and now he was on his way there. He’d put on his nicest shirt, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, and some black slacks, rounded off with his bright red shoes. The small, thin box with the little something he bought for Toshi sat in his lap, ready to be handed off as he entered the restaurant.
At the door, the sweet hostess Aki greeted him with a wide smile and Izuku let her know he had a reservation, and that if a man with purple hair and eyes showed up, to send him to his table. The table was perfect, mainly out of view from others, but still receiving enough light to not make it seem like a dark corner. Only after Izuku was sitting at the table, anxiously waiting for Toshi to show up, did he suddenly remember something. Something important.
> letsapling257 — 17:58, 16/04/2160
uh there might be something i havent told you
How the fuck could she forget to warn Toshi about the fact that she was in a wheelchair? She’d just been so insecure about it, she kept trying to push it off until she actually forgot. Great, now Toshi couldn’t even have called it off if that was too much for him– She knew it was hard to be with someone who was disabled.
> catastrophetoshi — 17:58, 16/04/2160
wassup?
> catastrophetoshi — 17:59, 16/04/2160
im almost there btw :> love u <3333
Izuku looked down at her phone, trying to come up with a way to say she was a wheelchair user, when she heard the front door of the restaurant open, followed by Toshi’s voice. Her breath hitched and she swallowed, feeling shit that she hadn’t at least given him a better warning. Aki came into view, followed by Toshi and everything just – stopped. Holy fuck, he was even more beautiful in real life. He was wearing a black surgical mask (which Izuku hated) and a super pale purple button up with black ripped jeans and Doc Martens and holy shit, was that a choker?! And the eyeliner–?!
There was a moment of surprise flickering on his face, then he almost looked like he realised something, before finally, he grinned widely, seeming extremely happy.
“Izuku!” Hitoshi called, practically racing the last distance to him, not even hesitating at the wheelchair for a second as they wrapped their arms tightly around Izuku, “Fuck, I love you so much, Izuku.”
Izuku’s breath stuttered, arms wrapping just as tightly around Toshi, eyes squeezing closed as tears formed in his eyes. Wow, it was so good to finally be able to hold them. Feel them. Hear their voice next to his ear. “I love you, too,” he choked, tears already streaming down his face.
Hitoshi pulled away after a long second, looking into Izuku’s eyes longingly for a long moment before they spoke, “Please, please, please, can I kiss you?”
Unable to form words, Izuku nodded, just barely managing a silent, “Yes, please.” Immediately, Hitoshi pulled their face mask down and surged forward, lips crashing to a desperate kiss. Inside Izuku’s stomach, a thousand fireworks exploded, body feeling tingly from his toes into the tips of his hairs and he wished this moment would never end. His hand moved up, burying in Toshi’s hair whilst one of Toshi’s hands cupped Izuku’s face, the other braced on his wheelchair.
They parted for barely a second, eyes wide open as they panted heavily into each other’s mouths before kissing once more, even more intensively than the first time. Izuku felt as if they were floating above the clouds, far away from the world, in their own little happy bubble. Tears kept streaming down his face, but Toshi just gently brushed them away with his thumbs without comment. Once they finally managed to bring a little more distance between their lips, instead leaning their foreheads together, Izuku moved his left hand a little further down again, to the nape of Toshi’s neck, where he played with the hairs. His other hand, the right one, lifted to Toshi’s face, fingers hovering, but not touching.
“Do they hurt?” he whispered, concerned at how much more brutal the scars looked in real life in comparison to through a phone camera.
“Not anymore– except on bad days. Not today,” Hitoshi replied, equally quiet, before gently pressing his face into Izuku’s hand, giving him permission to touch.
Heart racing, Izuku softly brushed his fingers over the raised scar tissue, dipping and exploring with as much carefulness he could muster. “You’re so beautiful,” he added, then straightened his back out to press a featherlight kiss to Toshi’s cheek.
“Not as beautiful as you, Izuku, love,” Hitoshi replied evenly.
“I fear we’ll have to agree to disagree…You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.”
“Mmm, but have you seen you? You’re stunning.”
Izuku chuckled, flustered at all the compliments, “I do happen to own a mirror. You’re also stunning.”
“Yeah?” Hitoshi hummed, “I suppose I’ll have to see that for myself sometime. You know, just to check it’s there.”
“Maybe you should come home with me later,” Izuku teased back, so happy he was actually doing this with someone in real flesh and not just at a screen. He could see Hitoshi’s adam’s apple bob and hear his throat vibrate when he hummed.
“I could get behind that, Izuku, my love.” Stop, the things that made him feel. Izuku buried his red-as-a-traffic-light face in Toshi’s chest, groaning in embarrassment.
“No, no, you can’t be hiding here, Izuku, love,” Hitoshi tutted, his hand immediately going to Izuku’s chin to tilt it back up to face him, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“And so are you,” Izuku added, distinctly ignoring the fact that Toshi was currently holding his chin or else he’d explode. “I love you.” He couldn’t stop saying it.
“I love you, too, Izuku,” and then, much to Izuku’s dismay, he pulled away. “As much as I hate it, we are in public and should probably attempt to be a little less mushy for their sake.”
Izuku grumbled, “I hate that you’re right.” He leaned back in his wheelchair, looking up at Toshi, who was basically towering over him. Izuku doubted that he’d be able to match his height even standing up. His eyes tracked the way the outer corner of Toshi’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at him, and Izuku instantly smiled back. Fuck, he loved this man. And he was real. Right in front of him.
Then, finally, Izuku remembered that he had bought something for Toshi. “Um, the other day, Mina and I were just looking at shop windows and I saw something that reminded me of you.” He lifted the small box – around ten centimetres long, four wide and hardly two centimetres thick, with a cute red bow on top – off his lap, offering it to Toshi. “I hope you like it.”
Toshi took it reverently, his leg swiping out and getting hold of the chair at the table, moving it so he could be sat closer to Izuku, and sitting down. Gingerly, he unwrapped it, clearly trying to be as gentle as possible. Once he lifted the lid, he spotted the thin silver necklace laying atop a black cushion. A tiny silver tree pendant was attached to the bottom, branches spreading out delicately.
Hitoshi’s eyes softened impossibly more, his finger gently tracing the pendant, before his gaze returned to Izuku, murmuring a soft, “It’s you.”
Izuku could feel their face heating up, but they nodded. “Do you like it?” they asked, anxious for the reply.
“I love it. This way I can keep you close to my heart at all times,” Toshi smiled, pulling it out of the box gently, holding it out to Izuku, “Could you help me put it on, Izuku, love?”
Grinning, flustered at the way Hitoshi kept repeating “Izuku, love”, they accepted the necklace and nodded. “Sure.” Carefully, they held the jewellery in their hands, opening the clasp and turning to Toshi, who’d already turned his back. As gently as possible, Izuku put the necklace around him, fingertips lightly brushing the skin on Toshi’s neck as they fastened the clasp. They smiled, but didn’t comment on the goosebumps they saw forming. Instead, they said, “There you go.”
Hitoshi turned back to face them, looking down at the necklace and rubbing the pendant between his fingers gently. “It looks good on you,” Izuku hummed as their stomach fluttered excitedly, seeing Toshi wear something that sort of marked him as theirs.
“Thank you, Izuku, love,” Toshi replied, leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss. Izuku subconsciously chased him when Toshi leaned back again, not even noticing they were doing it before their lips met once more.
“Heh,” he giggled, then leaned back. “Um, do you want to order?”
“That is normally what people do at restaurants,” Hitoshi teased, and Izuku lightly smacked his upper arm. He turned to the table and saw a bouquet of flowers standing inside a glass from the restaurant and wondered where the hell that had come from. Toshi must’ve noticed him looking, because he said, “You like them? I wasn’t sure about your favourite flower so I just chose the ones with the prettiest meanings that were safe for cats.”
“For me?” he asked, giddy over the thought that someone would get him flowers. Excited, Izuku examined them closer, spotting red roses, gerberas, sunflowers, bottlebrushes, and a few flowers he couldn’t name. “They’re beautiful.” He pressed a quick kiss to Toshi’s cheek, happy that he could and murmured, “But not as beautiful as you, of course.” As he picked up the menus and handed one to Toshi, he added, “I don’t really have a favourite flower, I like them all.”
“I guess I will just have to get you all of them then, well all the ones safe for Miko-chan.”
Izuku snorted, despite the warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest, “I guess my flat will end up looking like a flower store.”
“Only if that’s what you want. After all, I can take my time.”
“We have all the time in the world.”
— * —
The date was going beautifully, Izuku liked his flowers, had given him a gift as well, and even better, they had been able to kiss several times. Never once did Izuku so much as imply he didn’t like the scars. Plus, for the first time in years, none of the waiters looked at him weirdly like he was a monster or villain. Izuku had been completely correct on that front. It felt… safe. It was good. The food was great, Izuku was happy and everything was fucking perfect.
Once they had finished the food, they both sat there, just talking, not quite willing to leave and have this end, or, at least Hitoshi didn’t want it to be over. Unfortunately though, one of the waiters came over to tell them the place was closing for the night and it was time they had to leave. Groaning slightly, they left, hovering outside the door for a long moment. “I…” they both began, laughing at their struggle before Izuku gestured for Hitoshi to continue speaking.
“I don’t want this to end. Not yet.”
Izuku chuckled, then hummed, “I was going to say the same thing. Do– do you want to come over to my place? It’s just a few minutes away.”
“Would… would that be too much? I– I want to, fuck I want to, but I don’t want to bother you i– if you need some time away from me?” Hitoshi said hesitantly. He wanted it so fucking bad but at the same time he was so fucking terrified. What if Izuku was just offering to be nice? Or what if he got sick of Hitoshi? Or if Hitoshi overstayed his welcome–
“No,” Izuku interrupted his stream of thoughts. “I really don’t want to be without you right now, especially when I only just learned what it’s like to be so close to you.”
“Fuck, I love you so much, I don’t want to stay away either. I wanna be with you so bad right now,” Hitoshi whispered, pressing their forehead to Izuku’s for a long moment before pulling away just enough to press a kiss to the tip of Izuku’s nose, causing the fucking glorious sound that was the man’s giggle.
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” Izuku grinned, “Let’s go!” With that, Izuku started leading the way, and Hitoshi happily kept pace with him. Their hand often brushed against Izuku’s arm, and maybe that wasn’t completely unintentional, but Izuku didn’t seem to mind the extra contact and Hitoshi was too fucking gay to stop themself. If they had their way, they’d be snuggled up in Izuku’s lap, but they weren’t sure how strong the wheelchair was and they refused to break it. So, instead, they simply accepted the soft brushes until they got to Izuku’s place.
“Alright, we’re here.” Hitoshi curiously checked the place out. It was fairly nice, nothing too dramatic or annoying in the entryway, and as Izuku led him to his flat on the ground floor, Hitoshi took careful note of the people around. None of them seemed to be outright staring at them, and definitely not at Izuku. He was gathering a few odd looks, but that was far from unexpected. If nothing else, he was a new person they hadn’t seen before. Still, none of the staff tried to stop him – which was better than his own place when there were new staff – or if he had gone a particularly long time without leaving.
Hitoshi’s heart fluttered as he stepped into Izuku’s flat– holy shit, he was in Izuku’s flat. This felt like a fucking dream. He looked around at the place: the main room was fairly big, with a cute living room that connected to an open kitchen. There was a hallway leading out, presumably to the other rooms in the flat. Overall, the design was fairly minimalistic, with the main decorations being the few black picture frames on the walls which held photos of Izuku with a woman who looked to be his mother and Mina– it was still so weird just seeing Alien Queen in a casual manner like this, but after getting to know Denki, it felt more manageable. After all, Denki was a fucking goofy idiot.
Looking back to Izuku, Hitoshi found him petting Miko-chan, who had already curled up in his lap. The flowers stood in a vase on the low couch table. Hitoshi couldn’t help himself as he kneeled in front of Izuku, coming face to face with Miko-chan, who looked at him for a long moment before bumping her head into his forehead the way she used to do when Hitoshi first met her.
“Hey girl, do you remember me?” Hitoshi’s soft smile widened as Miko-chan meowed happily back at him before almost seeming to look to Izuku with a question of how he was here– or maybe Hitoshi was putting too much meaning into the cat’s body language with that one.
“I doubt it’d be possible to forget a face as handsome as yours,” Izuku teased, his hand settling on Miko-chan’s back once more as Hitoshi looked back up at him. Holy shit, Izuku was somehow even prettier from this angle. Hitoshi could get used to this. He softly smiled up at the man, letting his chin rest on Izuku’s knee. Miko-chan seemed to hesitate for a second before moving just a bit closer to Izuku, allowing Hitoshi a better view of him.
Izuku’s hands cupped gently around Hitoshi’s cheeks before moving behind his neck and playing with his hair slightly. Hitoshi just relaxed back into the hands, fucking adoring the way this angle made Izuku’s clearly defined muscles in his arms even more obvious. Holy shit, Izuku looked so fucking strong, like he could pick Hitoshi up with no issue. This wasn’t fair on his poor, gay heart. Why did this man get to be so pretty?
As one of Izuku’s hands moved back to Hitoshi’s cheek, he turned his head, kissing it gently. Izuku used it as a sign to gently put his hands on Hitoshi’s neck and pull him up, lips meeting. The kisses swapped between softer, gentle touches and more desperate, needy ones. At one point, Hitoshi could feel Izuku’s hands fumble between them, followed by those fucking strong arms pulling Hitoshi up with hardly any effort from him at all, and right into his lap. He briefly remembered Miko-chan and when he pulled away to check for her, he saw her sitting next to them on the ground, clearly displeased about her sleep being disrupted.
“She’s fine,” Izuku insisted, pressing a kiss to the corner of Hitoshi’s mouth before claiming it fully once more. For once, Hitoshi couldn’t bring himself to care at all about a cat’s unhappiness, instead focusing entirely back on Izuku, practically kneeling half on the wheelchair, half on Izuku and kissing the man with all the desperation he felt.
Hitoshi pulled away from Izuku’s lips, almost relishing in the soft whine the man made at the distance, before he moved to Izuku’s neck. Fuck, if he had thought the whine was cute, the moan Izuku let out was so much fucking better. When he finally pulled away to admire his work, Izuku almost immediately looped his fingers through the ring of metal on his choker, pulling him in close, and flicking his tongue out. Hitoshi gasped at the soft wet sensation of Izuku’s tongue gently exploring his scars, tracing them with so much reverence. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Izuku murmered, lips brushing against Hitoshi’s scars as he said it. Hitoshi couldn’t hold in the soft moan at the words, his hands slipping down to Izuku’s waist as the man kept lapping gently at the scars, seeming to treasure each and every one of them.
For a moment, Hitoshi hesitated, before letting his hands slip under Izuku’s shirt, immediately exploring the new area. His hands found ridges that felt painfully similar to the ones on Hitoshi’s face that Izuku was currently coating with licks and kisses, although without the deep indent in the center. He traced it gently, freezing at the sharp inhale from Izuku before the man relaxed again, returning to their previous focus. He waited another second before continuing to explore Izuku’s body with his hands.
When Izuku’s tongue moved to lick at Hitoshi’s mouth, he let it fall open completely, jaw slackening into the man’s touch. Upon feeling Izuku’s hands moving to trace his scars with what seemed like practiced ease despite how it was clearly new, Hitoshi couldn’t help himself from pathetically tugging at Izuku’s shirt with a whine. It wasn’t fair that Izuku got to admire Hitoshi’s scars while hiding her own.
“P-please?” Hitoshi practically begged, and Izuku nodded softly, pulling away enough to help Hitoshi take it off her. Scars littered Izuku’s torso, huge and brutal and Hitoshi couldn’t help the desperate need to help, to save, to protect. Instead of doing anything like that, they leaned down, gently kissing the highest reaching scar. Izuku’s hands suddenly left where they had settled in Hitoshi’s hair, causing Hitoshi to search for more contact with her hands, pressing their whole body even closer against Izuku’s, desperate for the touch to return. They squeaked when they started moving, looking up at Izuku’s soft yet determined face.
“Just– bedroom.” Hitoshi relaxed, trusting Izuku to take them wherever, and returned to the gentle kisses at all the scars Hitoshi could reach while pressed close like this in Izuku’s lap. When they got into the room, the door shutting behind them, Hitoshi finally clambered off, and less than a second later, Izuku was following, tugging at Hitoshi’s clothes. They let Izuku take off everything, only stopping the man when he reached to unclasp the necklace he had gifted them earlier in the night. They weren’t ready to separate with it any more than they were willing to separate with Izuku. Thankfully, Izuku seemed to understand.
— * —
Izuku dropped his head on Toshi’s shoulder, eyes falling closed already. The clock on the wall read close to one in the morning. Recently, she’d been so consistent with her sleep schedule and falling asleep at eleven, that she was ready to pass out. Toshi’s hand buried in Izuku’s curls, fingertips gently massaging her scalp and she couldn’t help the happy sigh she let out. “I love you,” she mumbled, moving just enough to press a kiss to the closest part of skin she could reach – Toshi’s collarbone.
“I love you, too, Izuku, love,” Toshi replied, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s hairline and she just melted deeper into the mattress.
“Be my boyfriend.”
Silence.
Izuku’s eyes opened wide as she realised she’d sorta just… blurted it out. Fuck, she’d wanted to ask Toshi when she gave them the necklace, but she was too distracted by the overwhelming happy feelings to remember her plans. Immediately, she sat up, blanket slipping down and pooling in her lap. “Fuck, sorry, I meant to have this happen much more romantically– Are you even ready for a label, holy shit, I’m sorry I–”
“Izuku, love, shh, hey, hey, come back, sweetheart,” Toshi whined, pulling at Izuku until she was back in Toshi’s arms, head on their chest. “Of course I want to be your boyfriend, Izuku. I mean, fuck, I’d be insane not to. I love you so fucking much, okay, darling? And I can’t think of anything more romantic than you, here, in my arms where I can appreciate all your beautiful glory.”
“I love you, too, kitty,” Izuku sighed. “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful. I love you, kitty,” he repeated, burying his face in Toshi’s chest and pressing a few kisses right there. He loved using the semi-new nickname now, after learning just how much Hitoshi enjoyed hearing it. Toshi ran their hand up and down Izuku’s back and he tensed for a moment, not used to someone touching his scars, but before Toshi could stop, he relaxed again, snuggling closer. Best night ever.
Mrrow~
Izuku groaned, way too comfortable to move. “Miko-chan,” he said, and Toshi, Izuku couldn’t decide whether he was a saint for listening to his cat or a devil for daring to move again, apologetically kissed him on the head before moving to let Miko-chan in, door opening wide. “Just leave it open,” Izuku mumbled, hands making grabby motions at his boyfriend. Ah, boyfriend. “Get here, boyfriend.” Despite the tiredness trying to overtake him, he grinned, admiring Hitoshi’s figure as he came back to bed. Where he was supposed to be.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough space for both Izuku and Hitoshi’s heads on the pillows, since that was Miko-chan’s designated place. Fortunately, Izuku much preferred Toshi as her pillow anyways.
Notes:
toshi: *goes into protective murderous mode*
izu: this isn't helpful rn
toshi: *continues planning dynamight's downfall*
bee: toshiiiiii stoppppp
bee: *continues to write toshi not stopping*---
toshi: spent the first 18 years of his life with MANY near death experiences (and more since then)
toshi: if that one thing went wrong, izu wuldnt be here with me
bee: HONEY IF ANY OF ABOUT A THOUSAND THINGS WENT WRONG U WULDNT BE HERE EITHER DUMBASS---
bee: toshi is gonna call izu "love" all the time, it's gonna be his thing
huffi: izu likes hearing toshi say his name
bee: hmmmm
bee: toshi is gonna call izu "Izuku love" all the time, it's gonna be his thing
huffi: >:D
bee: >:D---
the fic: "On Friday, it was time."
bee (editing and writing memes): OH ITS THIS CHAPTER OH I LOVE THIS CHAPTER OH HOW DID I NOT REALISE WHICH CHAPTER THIS WAS (i forgot to read the chapter title and ive lost track of which chapters im reading before posting and which im reading to properly edit) (also im eepy)
bee: as i write this, im jealous of all of u who get to experience this chapter for the first time oh how i love them---
izu: "look for a man with purple hair and eyes"
bee: there's no real meme with this one i just like how cute it is that these r the descriptors he uses considering the scars make toshi stand out WAY more---
toshi: tells izu everything
izu: tells toshi everything
izu: somehow manages to forget to tell toshi he's in a wheelchair
huffi: he's a little silly
bee: gotta balance out the a lot silly that toshi is soooo---
izu: holy shit, was that a choker?! And the eyeliner–?!
huffi: GAY
bee: GAYYYY (but also i chose this outfit for a reason)---
the kiss: "desperate"
bee: yk what? that's pretty valid considering how long they have been in love and not even able to see each other sooooo
huffi: still...
bee: GAY :D
huffi: GAYYYY :D---
izu: do they hurt?
toshi: Not anymore– except on bad days. Not today
bee: >:)---
toshi: wuld normally die before letting ANYONE touch his scars
toshi: presses his face into izu's hands to let him touch them---
fic: his leg swiping out and getting hold of the chair at the table
bee: idk if this makes sense but i do it all the time and huffi didn't question it so im hoping it makes sense lmao---
the pendant: *is a tree*
toshi: it's u
bee: ... dumbass (lovingly)---
bee: immediately toshi puts the necklace on
huffi: NO NO NO STOP
bee: huh?
huffi: don't steal the romantic moment from izu
bee: oops my bad
bee: toshi asks for help putting it on
huffi: much better.---
bee: spends ages researching flower language cuz toshi wuld
bee: has a set of flowers chosen
bee: wait.........
google: these flowers r ALL deadly to cats
bee: FUCK---
most ppl: go home together after a date for the obvious reasons
catasapling: go home together after a date cuz they don't wanna ever be apart again... and for the obvious reasons too i suppose---
toshi, looking at izuku from a certain angle:
toshi: i could get used to this
huffi: so what ur saying is that toshi could get used to kneeling in front of izuku---
For once, Hitoshi couldn’t bring himself to care at all about a cat’s unhappiness
bee: damn that tells u how stupid in love he is rn---
bee: ahh... the first scene break to cut out the nsfw... there's a lot more to come i fear
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(at the end of the chapter)
bee: they're so fucking cute
huffi, already reading ch16's title: lmao---
and so the horny saga begins.... -huffi
ok so i have been going insane over this fic and i CRAVE more ppl to talk about it to cuz like i can always talk to huffi or nugget but they already know everything so it's different and three different friends of mine are ready to murder me if i talk about this fic any more... what im saying is... IF I SET UP A DISCORD SERVER FOR THIS FIC WULD PPL BE INTERESTED PERCHANCE - bee (who hasn't run this past huffi but craves it anyways)
Chapter 16: the chapter where we cry because shinzuku are horny fucks and its hard to keep this fic pg13
Notes:
next time we upload the number of my age will have changed...now whether that means itll have gone up or down i will leave for interpretion :) -huffi
dont worry, its not as bad as the title makes it sound, its just that its only the beginning XD anywayssssss i love this chapter (ik i say that all the time, but its so accurateeeeeee... also rest in peace couch, you did so well for so long - bee
prepare for: mm discrimination based on looks and lots of horny implications
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Hitoshi woke up slowly for once. None of that bullshit “I’m awake and I’m gonna stay awake” his body sometimes decided to pull. No, it was a gentle slip in and out of sleep for a long time, snuggling close to Izuku’s warmth, not really registering anything other than the love he felt until he had actually woken up properly. Only then did his brain start getting excited, focusing more fully on the overwhelming joy that was sparked by the fucking gorgeous man in his arms.
Softly, they let their fingertips move slightly where they sat loosely tangled in Izuku’s hair, once more massaging his head happily. The man was clearly awake, considering the way he hummed in delight as soon as Hitoshi’s fingers moved. Hitoshi was pretty content to stay right there for however long they possibly could, and maybe they were actually fully planning to when a face full of fur disrupted their peace. They coughed lightly, pulling away from the cat’s tail, grumbling as that process also left them further from Izuku.
“Don’t pull that shit, Miko-chan,” Izuku whined, instantly pulling on Hitoshi’s waist to scoot forward and close the distance between them once more.
“Hey, Izu-love,” Hitoshi hummed, wrapping their arms around Izuku and burying their face into the man’s beautiful curls.
“Warm,” Izuku mumbled, placing a few featherlight kisses at the closest patch of skin on Hitoshi’s chest.
“I missed you,” Hitoshi murmured, placing several kisses on the top of the man’s head.
“Huh?” Raising his head, Izuku blinked up at Hitoshi blearily. It was a fucking adorable sight to behold.
“While we were sleeping, I missed you,” Hitoshi explained, knowing the thought was stupid but it also felt so deeply true.
“Naww,” Izuku hummed, then moved up to bury her face in Hitoshi’s neck innocently, only to attack him seconds later, sucking at a sensitive spot until he was sure it would end up with a bruise, something Hitoshi would never be upset by because holy shit that was fucking amazing. Once she was done, Izuku gently licked over the spot, then pulled back. “C’mon, I’m hungry.”
Hitoshi groaned as Izuku sat up, hating both the sudden distance and the fact that to close the distance the way he wanted, he would have to get up. Why couldn’t they just stay right here forever?
“Do we have to?” Hitoshi whined, but almost immediately his stomach betrayed him by grumbling. Fuck that. Izuku chuckled, the sound still rough and low from sleep and fucking hell, that was hot.
“Mm, yes, that sounds very much like we have to,” Izuku patted him on the stomach before scooting to the edge of the bed and moving to sit in her wheelchair. It was sort of mesmerizing to watch Izuku move so fluently and practised with the aid. And her attractive arm muscles were being shown off plenty, too, as she moved around, collecting clothes from her closet – and the ground. Hitoshi noticed that she also took his own clothes. “I’ll take a shower real quick and throw your clothes into the laundry machine. Feel free to pick whatever from the closet.”
Hitoshi muttered his distaste at the separation, but Izuku only chuckled and left. Groaning, Hitoshi heaved himself out of the bed, moving to search Izuku’s closet with the faint hope that he could find something comfortable that still looked good enough to potentially convince his boyfriend– holy shit, his boyfriend– back into bed with him. Look, Hitoshi fucking hated mornings, so he would try absolutely anything that could make them somewhat better. As it was, this had to be the best morning of his entire life, but he believed in Izuku’s ability to make it even better.
Painfully, there wasn’t much that would fit him, so Hitoshi settled for grey sweatpants that were too short but would otherwise fit, and put his choker on once more, remembering how Izuku had liked it. The sapling necklace of course stayed where it was, too.
When Izuku returned from the bathroom, curls damp and droplets of water dripping onto his bright green shirt, Hitoshi couldn’t help the quiet whimper at the sight. That had no right to be so fucking beautifully hot. Izuku took one look at Hitoshi and whined. “Don’t pull that shit, Toshi.”
“Why not Izuku, love?” Hitoshi replied instantly, quickly moving across the room to stand a hair’s breadth away from him, arm bracing on the back of the wheelchair as they leaned over their boyfriend, carefully not actually touching the man.
Izuku inhaled sharply.
“No, no, Izuku love, tell me what I shouldn’t be doing,” Hitoshi murmured, their voice as soft as they could make it, helped by the fact that their quirk allowed for far more range than most people. They breathed softly along Izuku’s neck, still not touching, just letting the long soft flow of air hit the gorgeous man’s still slightly damp neck. Upon seeing the hairs on the back of Izuku’s neck stand on end, Hitoshi grinned before pulling away from his neck, the soft air flow moving to his ear instead. “Hmm, Izuku love? I shouldn’t what? Shouldn’t show you how much I love you? Shouldn’t be imagining– remembering how good you would look on me?”
“I– Uh– Agh–,” Izuku stuttered, struggling to form words, which just made Hitoshi all the more excited. They let their fingers flutter just off of Izuku’s skin, much like they had seen the man do with the microphone in some of his ASMR videos. Teasing, but never touching, Hitoshi moved their hands along Izuku’s arms, neck and face. They had to pull away several times when Izuku tried to meet their hands, pressing his face forwards into them, but Hitoshi was always faster, always staying just out of reach.
“Fuck, take a step back,” Izuku moaned, and Hitoshi instinctively obeyed, watching in pure awe as Izuku slid off his wheelchair, landing heavily on his knees, looking up at Hitoshi adoringly. Hitoshi finally stopped moving away from the man, finally letting them touch after all that teasing.
— * —
Izuku pulled his shirt back on, then carefully tried to shift his legs to get back on the wheelchair, only to instantly groan with pain. “Fuck, shit, fuck,” he whispered, but he didn’t have any other choice. He needed to move or the pain would only get worse.
“Shit, Izuku, love, hey, are you ok? What happened?” Toshi immediately asked with concern.
“I’ve been on my knees for too long and moving hurts.”
Toshi immediately scooped Izuku up, looping his arms under his knees and back, only stumbling slightly before catching his balance and helping Izuku back into the wheelchair.
“Thanks, love. Can you bring us to the kitchen?” Izuku looked up at him, using his best puppy dog eyes.
“Of course, my love,” Hitoshi replied immediately. Breathing out in relief, Izuku leaned back as Toshi wheeled him to the kitchen.
“Alright, what do you want to eat? I can make pancakes, waffles, traditional– or we can just have cereal with milk or yoghurt.”
“If you tell me where your stuff is, I will make you waffles,” Toshi offered and Izuku could just about kiss him. So he looped his finger into the ring at the front of his boyfriend’s – boyfriend!! – choker and pulled Hitoshi down to him.
“That would be amazing. I’ll direct you,” he mumbled softly against Toshi’s lips, then pressed another kiss to their cheek. Izuku watched from his wheelchair as Toshi moved endearingly awkwardly through his kitchen, opening the wrong cabinet every so often until everything was out and they clearly looked more comfortable, mixing the ingredients and clumsily filling the batter into the waffle maker. They didn’t taste like a gourmet meal, but Toshi made them themself and simply because Izuku loved them so much, they tasted like the best thing he’d ever eaten.
Once their plates were empty, Toshi suddenly jumped, clearly remembering something, “Shit, Bond has almost certainly wreaked havoc in my apartment, I didn’t leave my computer running and I’m not there providing my body heat, so he won’t just be sleeping with the warmth, he’s fucking– let me check my security cameras I have for this exact fucking reason.”
Izuku watched as Hitoshi got up to go find their phone that they probably left in his bedroom and felt disappointed at the thought of Toshi leaving all of a sudden. He missed them already. Why couldn’t they spend more time together? It was so nice to have Toshi here, he couldn’t remember a time in his life he’d been more happy than right now.
Hitoshi returned, phone in one hand, the other hand tugging slightly on their hair, looking mildly stressed, “He fucking broke my couch I don’t even know how– I– fuck, I have to go deal with him, I– Would you– uh– would you be willing to come back with me? I don’t… I don’t wanna leave you just yet.”
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry– Uh, yeah, I’d like that, actually…”
Izuku went to put on a jacket and his shoes, Toshi also collected the things that belonged to them that weren’t being actively washed in the laundry machine and together they left the flat. They spent about twenty minutes walking to Toshi’s place, and once Toshi moved towards the entry of one of the buildings, Izuku curiously looked around. It was slightly fancier than Izuku’s with a large and slightly over dramatic entrance and a clear white with aqua accents colour scheme. There were also several staff members around, doing a variety of random cleaning, and a few security guards. Leading up to the building were slight stairs, not enough to be even particularly noticeable visually, but a pain for his arms to push up. There wasn’t even a fucking ramp. Toshi was clearly registering this for the first time based on the infuriated look on their face.
When Izuku almost didn’t make it up one of the steps, Toshi turned towards him. “Let me help.” Tired from the stupid ass steps he just nodded, not expecting Toshi to actually fucking try and pick him up, wheelchair and all.
The wheelchair hardly moved.
Izuku couldn’t hold in the snort.
“I think you might need to change your approach,” he said, unable to stop laughing.
“Shut uppp,” Toshi whined, but dutifully moved behind the wheelchair, clearly determined to make this work. It was sweet. – And sort of attractive. For a moment, nothing happened, until finally, the wheelchair wobbled a little and carefully moved up the next step. Colour Izuku impressed that he managed to do it, but he still helped Toshi on the last few, pushing the wheels. Together, it definitely took Izuku less energy and strength to get up the rest of the steps until they finally arrived at the entrance. … Where one of the security guards stepped forward to stop Hitoshi from entering. Izuku looked between them in confusion, wondering what the hell was going on, but Toshi just sighed, not even complaining, as if this was a normal occurrence.
“My flat is floor 3, number 12. Yes, I do live here, yes I make enough money to live here, no, I am not a villain, yes, you can check with your manager. Tsubasa-san knows who I am,” Hitoshi’s voice lacked emotion of any kind, not annoyance, pain, nothing. Just neutral acceptance. He could talk about the weather with more emotion than that. They waited for a few minutes until Tsubasa-san showed up at the door, confirming that yes, Hitoshi lived here and let them in. No one even spared Izuku a single glance. No one apologised for wasting their time with something as stupid as this.
When they finally boarded the elevator, that hardly held enough space for Izuku and Toshi together, and the doors closed, Izuku exploded. “You deal with this shit every time? What the fuck is wrong with them? You live here. They didn’t even ask for my ID, they didn’t even look at me. And then they didn’t even apologise for wasting our time? For holding up a resident of their building? What the hell?”
“It’s not so bad, I don’t go out much, and I usually wear my mask, I just forgot to,” Toshi shrugged as if that was nothing.
“I fucking hate them,” Izuku grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Most places wouldn’t even let me live there, this really isn’t so bad.”
They arrived on the third floor, Toshi stepping out, followed by Izuku rolling his wheelchair after him. Luckily, the doorstep did not include an actual step or else Izuku would have screamed in frustration. How dare the world be so unfair? He didn’t fucking care if it affected himself, but he cared every ounce when it affected his sweet, loving, amazing, beautiful boyfriend. Toshi unlocked the door, letting Izuku in first. “They’re all fucking idiots,” he mumbled sourly, but then let go of his pissed mood, before it would annoy Toshi and cause him to get rid of Izuku.
Instead, Izuku let his gaze wander across his boyfriend’s place, curiously eying the interior design. Toshi’s place was far more sporadically decorated than his own, with several cat trees, toys all over the place and only the most important pieces of furniture. The living room couch did indeed look ruined, with the culprit innocently curled up atop. Izuku was sure Bond was asleep until the door was unlocked, but now his ears had perked up and his eyes peered at Izuku with interest.
“He’s adorable,” she commented, watching as Bond slowly stood up and stretched, displaying his tux with a bow looking fur pattern and Izuku thought it was amazing that a cat’s fur could actually look like that.
“He’s the devil, that’s what he is,” Toshi said, inspecting his ruined furniture as Bond mewled and hopped over to Izuku, front paws placed on Izuku’s knees as he looked at the stranger in his flat.
“Hello, cutie.”
It didn’t even take ten seconds for Bond to lose interest in Izuku and find everything interesting in her wheelchair wheels. He jumped around the side of her wheelchair, pawing at it, and at some point he even managed to put his head in between the spokes, immediately getting it stuck there, since apparently, pulling it back out was much harder than putting it in. Izuku chuckled, making sure not to move her wheelchair as she reached down and carefully helped to free Bond.
“See? He’s a dumbass,” Toshi chuckled, before looking more properly at the destroyed couch, “That’s fucking it for the couch– seriously Bond, how the fuck did you manage to detach the fucking backrest? I have bought you so many scratching posts and toys but this? This is what you do to repay me?”
“I am so sorry,” Izuku said, looking at the couch. “I shouldn’t have made you come home with me, that looks expensive, holy shit–”
“No. No. Do not apologise for the best night of my fucking life. Bond probably would have pulled this shit at some point regardless. The only stuff that is actually particularly expensive is my gaming setup and the cat towers he seems to have a grudge against using. Everything else I have was fairly cheap so that if he destroyed it I could recover. Plus, I have my Emergency James Bond Mayhem savings set aside for exactly this reason.” Izuku’s heart fluttered at hearing the best night of my fucking life, hardly hearing what Toshi said after that, but she got the jist of it.
“Okay, um, if you’re sure… I still feel sorry.”
Hitoshi hummed, starting to collect up the parts of the couch that were scattered further away from it all. “You’re ok Izuku, love. I’ll get someone to come take it out for me, it’s not a worry at all, I promise.”
Izuku watched, feeling helpless as their boyfriend moved through tight spaces and bent down to collect pieces. Times like these, they fucking hated their wheelchair, hated their injury, hated that they ever fucking jumped.
“Besides,” Hitoshi smiled softly, “I need to get a smaller one that won’t make it so hard for you to manoeuvre around.”
Warmth and adoration filled Izuku when they heard that, face flushing at the thought of someone thinking about them like that. “You wouldn’t need to–” What if they broke up and Toshi missed his big couch?
“Maybe I don’t need to, but I want to. The stairs out the front are bad enough as it is.”
Izuku groaned, “Don’t even remind me. I fucking hate when people do that. Even worse when they claim it’s accessible.”
“I honestly didn’t think about any of that when I moved in, I was too focused on the fact that a place had finally accepted me to live there,” Hitoshi admitted, throwing the last broken piece on the couch.
“Well, it’s not like you needed it, so I don’t blame you,” Izuku assured. “I’m not mad at you, just mad at the architects and the people treating you like shit.” When Toshi kept standing where he was at, Izuku rolled as close as they could get, “Get here you fuck, I want to kiss my beautiful boyfriend.”
Immediately, Hitoshi closed the distance, once more practically crawling into Izuku’s lap like that was somehow the best place he could possibly be. Izuku didn’t mind, exactly because it was the best place Toshi could possibly be. They cradled Toshi’s face in their hands, placing a line of kisses along his scars before letting their lips meet, hands moving lower until they held onto Toshi by the small of his back, pressing him as close to their own body as they could manage.
They proceeded to spend some quality time together before Hitoshi called someone to get rid of the couch. Whilst they waited for two hours, Izuku explored the rest of Toshi’s flat and Toshi was busy keeping Bond from eating the entire toilet paper roll and taking the bathroom sink apart. That took long enough for the rubbish removal crew to show up. Izuku parked himself into the furthest corner of the room to make sure no one would do anything out of line whilst Toshi helped them get rid of the couch and Bond cried from Toshi’s bedroom where he’d been locked in to make sure he wouldn’t run away. Once the rubbish removal crew was done and the living room looked awkwardly void, Toshi came to sit in Izuku’s lap, resting his head on his shoulder.
“I’m way too fucking weak for this.”
Izuku chuckled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Cute of you to admit it. You did great, though, pretty boy.”
“That’s all I am, isn’t it?” Toshi sighed dramatically. “A pretty boy, with no muscle and no brain cells.”
“Pretty boys can be useful,” Izuku teased. “I can think of a few things for you to do.”
“Oh, I’m sure I know exactly what those things could be,” Toshi smirked, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s neck.
— * —
Hitoshi didn’t want to stay here. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted to go back with Izuku and stay with him forever. He wanted to be close for as long as he could. He couldn’t help the echoing fear that this wouldn’t last, that something would happen and Izuku would realise just how fucked up his quirk was. He knew it was probably stupid, Izuku would have left by now if that was the case, but it was so ingrained into him that he couldn’t just ignore it.
“I want to stay with you so fucking bad, I don’t want to have to handle being alone again, but I can’t leave Bond again and I just– I don’t know what to do,” Hitoshi admitted quietly. He couldn’t leave Bond again, it wasn’t fair to the cat that was so used to him being there almost constantly, plus he hated not being around his cat. It had been years since he hadn’t had Bond constantly being a gremlin and it had felt weird, even if it hadn’t been at the forefront of his mind– Izuku’s entire being had claimed that spot.
Izuku snuggled his face into the crook of Hitoshi’s neck. “I don’t want to be without you, either. But I really hate how everyone here treats you, even the guys from the rubbish removal company were such assholes, I can’t believe you have to deal with that regularly. Can’t you just– bring Bond? I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Hitoshi pulled away for a second to look at Izuku’s face, checking how genuine it was, but Izuku simply placed a kiss on his nose, not even realising why Hitoshi had pulled back.
“Are you sure?” Hitoshi questioned, “I mean, I know Miko-chan is fine with other cats, and Bond was chill with the others when he was at the shelter so it should be ok, but it has been a few years, and he is a monster. I wouldn’t want to ruin your apartment, but it’s fucking Bond, he will do just that.”
“It’ll be okay, we’ll keep an eye on him,” Izuku promised.
“Just as a warning, Bond manages to do dumb shit even whilst we’re watching,” Hitoshi added, but then moved to go collect the cat carrier they had and put Bond into it, something that was always shockingly easy because Bond seemed to have worked out that the cat carrier often meant going to the vet which led to more fucking things for him to break and often dogs to terrorise at the same time. Once that was sorted and Hitoshi had collected Bond’s very obnoxiously specific food and the very few toys he actually used, they finally left, Hitoshi immediately putting their mask on to avoid another issue on the way out.
On their walk back, they collected some pizza from Hitoshi’s favourite place which was somehow almost perfectly centered between their apartment buildings. Back at Izuku’s place, they waited to let Bond free until after they had their pizza. Whilst Miko-chan slept on Izuku’s lap, completely uncaring, Bond scratched at the inside of the plastic in the hopes of getting free. Only once they had fully finished the pizza and thrown out the box did they finally set Bond free. Of course, immediately, he was flinging himself dramatically around the room, bouncing from place to place, sniffing at everything and anything for a grand total of half a second before moving on. Miko-chan, in comparison, was still simply sleeping on Izuku’s lap. Hitoshi started to wonder what had possessed them to get the demon cat instead of Miko-chan– that wasn’t quite true, they knew they had chosen Bond after the fourth time he was returned to the shelter within a week, because people chose him for his fur pattern and didn’t bother reading the note that he was very hyper energetic and unlikely to learn to not be a gremlin.
Finally, Bond calmed down somewhat and Hitoshi was able to relax instead of the constant panic that gripped them when Bond started inspecting something new, something breakable of Izuku’s that they really didn’t want to be destroyed. They relaxed for a while, letting Bond get used to the new place, until eventually, Izuku brought up the topic of streaming.
“I kind of planned on streaming today, if that’s okay with you? If you mind, I don’t have to, but it’s been a while, so I sorta thought it might be good– But I planned that before I knew you’d still be here and I don’t want you to get bored. We could also play something together? There was that one disastrous night I played Fireboy and Watergirl with Mina, I’m sure we’d be better than that.”
“Yeah, that sounds amazing,” Hitoshi grinned, pressing a light kiss to Izuku’s cheek.
“You are amazing,” Izuku replied instantly, and Hitoshi flushed red. Holy shit, they fucking adored the way Izuku could just immediately come up with ways to praise them. They weren’t used to it, weren’t used to people just being able to praise them like that, but fuck, they loved it.
“We should probably lock Bond up in a room with nothing breakable – or, well, nothing too breakable given the fact that apparently a couch is breakable – if we are going to stream, though.”
Izuku nodded. “We’ll just lock him in my bedroom, as long as we get the important stuff out.”
With that sorted, they emptied the valuable stuff from Izuku’s room and practically boarded up the closet so Bond couldn’t break in and destroy his clothes. Only once they were fully satisfied with that, did they find their way to Izuku’s streaming room, in which Hitoshi pointed out how difficult it would be to squeeze them both by the computer.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of space on my lap.” And. Then. They. Fucking. Winked. Seriously, how the fuck was Hitoshi supposed to handle that? His poor fucking heart was going to beat out of his chest at this rate, like, what the fuck? Hitoshi’s face burnt bright red, but it wasn’t like Izuku didn’t know exactly what they were doing, pushing all of Hitoshi’s buttons as if they were a little toddler given a new toy.
Notes:
toshi: None of that bullshit “I’m awake and I’m gonna stay awake” his body sometimes decided to pull.
bee writing that: felt. heavy felt.---
Miko-chan: fuck u and ur cute moment, i want love and attention too stop making me third wheel, hah take a tail to the mouth
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the fic: toshi groaned
bee: me core
the fic: as izuku sat up, hating both the sudden distance
bee: not me core
the fic: and the fact that to close the distance the way he wanted, he would have to get up.
bee: me core
the fic: why couldn’t they just stay right here forever?
bee: ME COREEEEEEE---
toshi: hate mornings
bee: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---
toshi: i dont wanna get up
toshi: imma seduce my way back into bed
bee and huffi: TOSHI WHYYYYYY WHY MUST U BE LIKE THIS---
huffi: boyfriend
bee: BOYFRIEND!!!
izu: boyfriend- BOYFRIEND!
huffi + bee: perfect.---
toshi: bad at cooking
izu: its cute he tried tho---
bee: hmmmmm what could bond possibly do? toshi doesn't leave anything out for a reason
bee: rip couch---
toshi: does anything remotely stupid (eg. attempting to pick up izu and his wheelchair
bee: he's a little silly but we love him---
izu: but then let go of his pissed mood, before it would annoy toshi and cause him to get rid of izu
huffi: THATS SO SSD IZUKU WTH U CANT JUST RANDOMLY DROP THAT (i wrote it...)---
bond: exists
bee: I LOVE HIM---
toshi: see? hes a dumbass
bee: says u xD---
izuku: get here you fuck, i want to kiss my beautiful boyfriend
toshi: ...im getting mixed signals---
fic: they proceeded to spend some quality time-
huffi: yes... quality time...
bee: *sobbing*---
bond: of course, immediately, he was flinging himself dramatically around the room,
huffi: lets *not* talk abt how i just read that as fingering----
bee: toshi and izu both hating the idea of being separated is so fucking adorable i love my poor traumatised little babies
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every now and then i remember how much these chapter titles were probably supposed to be changed, but at this point they r too funny to change LMAO like im pretty sure most of these were originally supposed to be temporary, but now this is the actual chapter title? its so silly and i love it anywayssss off to go debate with myself whether or not i shuld set up that discord server i suppose -bee
thts a lie i made most of the titles be silly snd funny bcs i wanted them to be so this is actually perfect. anyways, bee. check ur fucing discord :) <3 -huffi
Chapter 17: oh yeah theres still some sort of plot here, i guess?
Notes:
so i was sitting there-
bbq sauce on my tittiesenjoying my breakfast, and i go: "fuck, its tuesday". i hadnt even formatted the chapter. anyways luckily im off work today so i ran to prep this weeks chapter :) -huffiyo im sick as FUCK (not covid tho so it's fineeeee) but like my voice keeps going non existent so it's not great- (that almost resulted in no memes and huffi just having to post it nameless (lol -huffi) cuz i was so eepy i forgot it was tuesday but thankfully i still have some brain and i checked discord to a reminder from my dearest huffi -bee
oh also btw, there is now a fic of this fic (by me and nugget) in which these 2 idiots meet canonish versions of themselves which does contain spoilers but is also cute, it's up on mine and nuggets page so u guys shuld make the executive decision as to whether or not u should go read that ANYWAYS ONTO THE FIC - bee
prepare for: panic attack
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Saturday, April 17 2160, 17:12: ‘LetSapling’ is live: Fireboy and Watergirl // ft CatasToshi
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Izuku made sure everything was working fine, his computer open to Fireboy and Watergirl. Toshi had already found a comfortable position to sit in and the viewers just kept going up. “Alright, hello and welcome to another one of my streams! I am back and today we have a special guest – Cat– Fuck, I’m not going to pretend I know how to pronounce that just for the sake of this intro. Say hi, Toshi.”
“Ssup, chat,” Toshi greeted, hand busy tangling their fingers. “How’s it going?”
“Today, we’ll be playing Fireboy and Watergirl – let’s hope it won’t end as disastrous as when I played it with Mina. But I have faith in us,” Izuku said, unable to hold back his giggle when Toshi pressed a few kisses to his knuckles. “Without much further ado, let’s get started.”
— STREAM CHAT
ALLIHEARAREJEANS: is it just me or does the air smell different today? *sniffs* it smells…kinda gay–
pizzboiz: cAN WE PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE TO BE USING THE SAME FUCKING KEYBOARD TO PLAY THIS GAME???????
corn: @pizzboiz WE WERE ROBBED OF CATASAPLING MEETUP STREAM. OR VLOG. WE NEED A STORYTIMEE
TRaumaTI: dont ignore ussss, spill the teaaaaaaa
CakeIsYummy: Not them pretending we’re not even here and being gAY ASF???
PlainLoud: ok but if they arent together by this point i WILL throw a table. LIKE WHY THE FUCK DOES SAPLING KEEP FUCKING GIGGLING???? WHAT ARE THEY DOIN?????
UrDreamGirlsDreamGirl: i see gay i say gay. GAY.
WereComingHomeNow: If they havent fucked by this point Im quitting my job
RecordThisBtch: My friends called me weird for reading fanfics about real ppl who wuld never even meet irl and were definitely not gay and look at them now! Fuck those dumbasses, the fics speak the truth
SIriusblackislittlelionman: i wish i had someone to giggle with as we play fireboy and watergirl whilst people write fanfiction about us
BINGOBOIIIII: look i thought i was rlly fucking gay but my gay does not hold a candle to their gay
wlwdwtys: not to say i called it but i called it– who lives who dies who tells ur story? Sapling lives. Catastoshi dies (of gay). I tell ur story (fanfic).
wheresthemusicbtch: sometimes, i feel lonely. then i remember catasapling! then i feel even more lonely
moonlithalia: hey everyone, hope youre having a great day! remember to eat and drink water :3 (for the gays in the chat, just a reminder to hydrate or die straight)
Squishipop: IM SO OBSESSED WITH THESE TWO LIKE MY DREAM COLLAB AND THEIR GAY FOR EACH OTHER? LETS FUCKING GO
HelloMyNameIsNUNYA: Calling out the idiots with no gaydar who insisted these 2 lovebirds were str8
CATASAPLING4LIFE: my name says it all i fear
InkyBlinky: Thinking about that one catasapling fic (iykyk)
bubblingova: @InkyBlinky just guessing based on ur name but is that the tattoo au?
InkyBlinky: @bubblingova u know it :D fucking love them sm (im a tattoo artist and lemme say i can 100% see it
CatastoshiXSaplingOTP: @InkyBlinky any shot u have ideas for a catasapling tattoos (asking for a friend) (that friend is me)
InkyBlinky: @CatastoshiXSaplingOTP i actually do yea XD hmu on my insta (@inkyblinky) and ill send u some sketches ive got and u can commission them to be finished if u like em
GhostlyPumpkin: GAY (lovingly)
SSIIDEWAYSS: thinking about how the last time i played this game i was sat right up next to my friend, like shoulders pressed close together and now im picturing catasapling doing this and my poor gay heart–
LuckOfAqua: I NEED FANART OF THEM PLAYING THIS PLS GUYS PLS ARTISTS IM BEGGING
DoubleAABatteriesTM: as an aroace who despises valentines day on principle, i wish it wuld hurry up and be valentines so i can read all the fucking valentines day themed catasapling fics
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(🪐) CataSapling is REAL @josielovespenelope · 17.04.2160 22:22
YOU CANT FUCKING TELL ME CATASAPLING ISNT FUCKING DATING AT THIS POINT???? LIKE THEYRE AT THE SAME HOUSE AND THE AMOUNT OF SUSPICIOUSLY KISSY NOISES?? AND THE GIGGLING???? THE PET NAMES???? Fucking gay bitches
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
Apr 11
LETSAPLING=TINGLYZU?
okay, hear me out, i get that this sounds crazy and it’s probably wrong anyways, but i just had a thought, what if?
i put a few reasons together as to why sapling could be tinglyzu, and its a small list, but like i said its a very low chance in general. this is just for funsies, don’t get mad at me (tho this is tumblr so i think i should be good)
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
holyfudifcking shit???? i didnt think this would ever happen?? but?????? PART TWO????
7) THEY MET UP
okay this ones pretty obvious to anyone whos seen the most recent stream. they played FIREBOY AND WATERGIRL!!! (to anyone who doesnt know how it works: you play on the SAME FUCKING KEYBOARD) and why this is a reason that sapling=tinglyzu?? WELL if you remember 6), tinglyzu uploaded the video with mikochan, right? what if catastoshi knew what saplings mikochan looked like beforehand and recognised her?? what if that was their personal little face reveal and thats why they met up? cus they already knew what they looked like??? MIGHT BE FAR FETCHED BUT STILL
8) CATASTOSHI KEEPS MESSING UP
catastoshi keeps calling sapling “izu” or some form of it. read that??? i *zu*. like tinglyzu!!!!
sorry only two extra reasons but they felt very important!! Also sorry this post is all over the place, bcs sO AM I after watching that stream holy shiiiiiiiiiii
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> pikachoochoo — 08:07, 18/04/2160
Ok yesterday when i showed up at ur place and u werent there i assumed u were out or something
> pikachoochoo — 08:08, 18/04/2160
But nothing will convince me that u r voluntarily out this early in the morning let alone out 2 days in a row
> pikachoochoo — 08:08, 18/04/2160
And where the fuck did ur couch go
> pikachoochoo — 08:08, 18/04/2160
So spill
> pikachoochoo — 08:08, 18/04/2160
Where tf are u
> pikachoochoo — 08:09, 18/04/2160
Did u get kidnapped?
> pikachoochoo — 08:09, 18/04/2160
Do i need to start a hero investigation?
> pikachoochoo — 08:10, 18/04/2160
I rlly dont wanna cuz aizawa sensei will get on my ass about being personally invested in a case if i run it but mina will kill me if i dont
> pikachoochoo — 08:10, 18/04/2160
Pls save me from that
> pikachoochoo — 10:23, 18/04/2160
Ok but seriously tho did u get kidnapped?
> pikachoochoo — 10:23, 18/04/2160
Bond isnt here either???????
> pikachoochoo — 10:23, 18/04/2160
Who kidnaps someone AND their demon cat???
> pikachoochoo — 11:47, 18/04/2160
Ok srsly tho if u dont reply soon im gonna fucking lose it
> pikachoochoo — 11:47, 18/04/2160
Pls pls plsssss dont make me file a missing person’s report
> pikachoochoo — 11:48, 18/04/2160
The detective will think i just fucking forgot where i left u (i may have filed a missing person’s report on my nintendo a few too many times tsukauchi hates me)
> pikachoochoo — 11:49, 18/04/2160
Thats not tru he loves me rlly hes like a second dad (the first dad being aizawa sensei) (my actual dad can be my third dad i suppose)
> catastrophetoshi — 12:13, 18/04/2160
shit sorry
> catastrophetoshi — 12:13, 18/04/2160
im with my boyfriend
> catastrophetoshi — 12:13, 18/04/2160
dw about the couch it was a whole thing
> pikachoochoo — 12:13, 18/04/2160
With ur WHAT
> pikachoochoo — 12:14, 18/04/2160
Since fucking WHEN
> catastrophetoshi — 12:15, 18/04/2160
its sap
> catastrophetoshi — 12:15, 18/04/2160
i love him so fucking much
> pikachoochoo — 12:16, 18/04/2160
Well yea no fcking shit sherlock
> pikachoochoo — 12:16, 18/04/2160
But when did he become ur bf??????????
> catastrophetoshi — 12:17, 18/04/2160
uh friday night
> pikachoochoo — 12:17, 18/04/2160
AND U DIDNT FUCKING THINK TO TELL ME???
> catastrophetoshi — 12:18, 18/04/2160
shockingly my life doesnt actually revolve around u
> pikachoochoo — 12:18, 18/04/2160
Pretty sure it does tho
> pikachoochoo — 12:19, 18/04/2160
No wait it revolves around ur bf
> catastrophetoshi — 12:20, 18/04/2160
hes so fucking pretty denki u wuld not believe it
> pikachoochoo — 12:21, 18/04/2160
If u think i wuldnt believe a man is fucking beautiful u dont know me very well
> catastrophetoshi — 12:21, 18/04/2160
no but u dont get it
> catastrophetoshi — 12:22, 18/04/2160
how does he make cooking so fucking amazing to watch
> catastrophetoshi — 12:22, 18/04/2160
like holy shit i cant take my eyes off him
> catastrophetoshi — 12:23, 18/04/2160
looking away long enough to read ur msgs is physically PAINFUL
> pikachoochoo — 12:23, 18/04/2160
Wait ur with him rn???
> pikachoochoo — 12:24, 18/04/2160
HOLY SHIT WAIT DID U FCKING MOVE IN WITH HIM AFTER ONE DATE
> catastrophetoshi — 12:25, 18/04/2160
not officially… but i havent left yet
> pikachoochoo — 12:25, 18/04/2160
THATS CALLED MOVING IN WITH HIM
> catastrophetoshi — 12:26, 18/04/2160
no im just fucking scared if i leave it will be over and gone and done and ill lose him
> pikachoochoo — 12:26, 18/04/2160
Im so confident u will not lose him
> catastrophetoshi — 12:27, 18/04/2160
ikkkkkkkkkk
> catastrophetoshi — 12:27, 18/04/2160
let me be an anxious gay mess in peace
> pikachoochoo — 12:29, 18/04/2160
Ugh i cant believe ur taken now like i knew i didnt stand a chance cuz a) sapling and b) mina wuld murder me
> pikachoochoo — 12:29, 18/04/2160
But now when i call u hot ur gonna rub ur relationship in my single ass face
> pikachoochoo — 12:30, 18/04/2160
I can already tell
> catastrophetoshi — 12:31, 18/04/2160
it is tru
> catastrophetoshi — 12:31, 18/04/2160
i have every intention of doing just that
> pikachoochoo — 12:32, 18/04/2160
U hate me
> catastrophetoshi — 12:33, 18/04/2160
u keep breaking into my apartment sooooo
> pikachoochoo — 12:34, 18/04/2160
I NEEDED TO KNOW IF U HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED
> catastrophetoshi — 12:34, 18/04/2160
ohhhh so thats y my security cameras show u making urself a sandwich -.-
> pikachoochoo — 12:35, 18/04/2160
UR WATCHING ME???
> catastrophetoshi — 12:36, 18/04/2160
UR IN MY FUCKING APARTMENT
> pikachoochoo — 12:37, 18/04/2160
I just gave u the middle finger
> catastrophetoshi — 12:37, 18/04/2160
i know. i saw it. because u r STILL IN MY APARTMENT
> pikachoochoo — 12:38, 18/04/2160
Sucks to suck
> pikachoochoo — 12:39, 18/04/2160
Oh on that note
> catastrophetoshi — 12:40, 18/04/2160
what fucking note?
> pikachoochoo — 12:40, 18/04/2160
Sucking
> catastrophetoshi — 12:41, 18/04/2160
im fucking terrified but ok
> pikachoochoo — 12:42, 18/04/2160
Did u suck sapling’s cock?
> catastrophetoshi — 12:42, 18/04/2160
TF??
> catastrophetoshi — 12:42, 18/04/2160
IM NOT TELLING U THAT BITCH
> pikachoochoo — 12:43, 18/04/2160
Ok so thats a yes
> catastrophetoshi — 12:43, 18/04/2160
i did not fucking say that
> pikachoochoo — 12:44, 18/04/2160
Yea but if u hadnt u would have said something horny like “i wish”
> catastrophetoshi — 12:44, 18/04/2160
fuck u.
> pikachoochoo — 12:45, 18/04/2160
Apparently ur too busy fucking sapling
> catastrophetoshi — 12:46, 18/04/2160
SHUT UP
> pikachoochoo — 12:47, 18/04/2160
No ❤️
> pikachoochoo — 12:47, 18/04/2160
Anyways
> pikachoochoo — 12:47, 18/04/2160
How was it?
> catastrophetoshi — 12:48, 18/04/2160
i am not having this conversation with u
> pikachoochoo — 12:49, 18/04/2160
I fear u are technically
> catastrophetoshi — 12:49, 18/04/2160
and i fear ur trespassing on my property so i should call the police
> catastrophetoshi — 12:50, 18/04/2160
i fucking saw that bitch
> pikachoochoo — 12:50, 18/04/2160
Nah uh
> catastrophetoshi — 12:50, 18/04/2160
yah huh.
> catastrophetoshi — 12:51, 18/04/2160
put my fireball back. u r not fucking stealing that
> catastrophetoshi — 12:52, 18/04/2160
take it out of ur bag.
> pikachoochoo — 12:53, 18/04/2160
Ur such a bully :(
> pikachoochoo — 12:53, 18/04/2160
Fineeeeeeee
> pikachoochoo — 12:53, 18/04/2160
Have it ur way
> catastrophetoshi — 12:54, 18/04/2160
thank u
> catastrophetoshi — 12:54, 18/04/2160
i gotta head off now
> pikachoochoo — 12:55, 18/04/2160
Going to go fuck ur boyfriend again?
> pikachoochoo — 13:13, 18/04/2160
Dont ignore me
> pikachoochoo — 13:17, 18/04/2160
Y r u like this
> pikachoochoo — 13:23, 18/04/2160
Have fun i guess
> pikachoochoo — 13:23, 18/04/2160
Be safe ;);) 🍆💦
> catastrophetoshi — 13:57, 18/04/2160
i do not know why i put up with u
> catastrophetoshi — 13:58, 18/04/2160
im not even there why the fuck are u still at my apartment?
> pikachoochoo — 13:59, 18/04/2160
U have a better tv than me and also u have Netflix
> catastrophetoshi — 14:00, 18/04/2160
stop fucking screwing up my netflix watch history
> pikachoochoo — 14:01, 18/04/2160
Just for that, imma watch the lorax on repeat
> catastrophetoshi — 14:01, 18/04/2160
fuck u.
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“So what’s Chargebolt saying?” Izuku asked, leaning over the side of his wheelchair so he could put his head on Toshi’s shoulder. He could only barely see the last message from Hitoshi, which just said “fuck u.” He’d had enough of those sorts of conversations with Mina to not even question it.
“Wait, you know Pika is Chargebolt?” Toshi blinked, spinning to face Izuku in surprise.
Izuku chuckled, “Yeah, it was so obvious. And I know Mina, so… Did he put your Fireball back?”
“I can’t believe you’re just brushing over– actually, no, I can believe it. Yeah, he did put it back, but only because he knew I could see him on the cameras, now he’s messing up my Netflix watch history, because he hates me,” Toshi complained and Izuku laughed, turning his head so he could place a kiss on his boyfriend, which just so happened to be along his jawline.
“I’m sure that’s the reason,” he grinned. “An–” That’s my fucking best friend, that’s my fucking right hand, that’s my fucking throw up in a bathroom but still love them– A little annoyed about being interrupted, Izuku pulled out his phone. “Mina,” he whined, but answered the call. “What’s wrong?”
Toshi looked at him in confusion, but Izuku very quickly forgot about that when Mina started talking, “Hiya Izu, I just got a really funky feeling and I thought I’d call you and ask if you need any help for tonight or if you need me to bring anything?”
His stomach dropped. Tonight? What was happening tonight? Fuck, what day was it? He blinked at Hitoshi in silent panic, “Um– no?” Fuck, fuck, fuck, what had slipped his mind? “Remind me when you’re coming over again?”
“We’ll be there around six, maybe more leaning towards half past, since Eiji’s got work and I’m sure he’ll want to take a shower first,” Mina replied. We. Eiji. Right!
Feeling relief at finally remembering, he said, “Oh yeah, that’s no issue at all, I’ll see you then! Gotta go prepare the food now–”
“Bye, babe!”
Izuku hung up instantly, putting her phone on the table. “Fuck, I forgot I invited Mina and her partners over for dinner!”
“Do you need help before they get here?”
Taking a look around the kitchen, not even remembering what she’d planned to cook, she nodded. “Please, fuck, they’ll be here in four hours and I don’t even know what I wanted to make. The flat looks like a mess, I need to take a shower, holy fuck–” She took a deep breath, trying to control the waves of anxiety rolling over her, hands already shaking way too much for it to be healthy. She’d forgotten, she wasn’t prepared, she’d never make it in time, shit, shit, shit– Fuck, what was she going to do? The food would never be done in time–
“Izuku!”
Izuku flinched, gasping for air. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–
“Izuku, love, hey, breathe for a second, you’re ok, I’m here. We can do this together, yeah? We’re ok.”
All Izuku’s brain could do was latch onto Hitoshi’s warm and comforting voice, breaths still going way too fast until Toshi showed her how to breathe and she managed to calm down. As soon as she could breathe okay again, she pulled away, embarrassed to have panicked over something so small. Her hands harshly rubbed over her face, getting rid of the few small tears that had collected in her eyes. “Fuck,” she whispered hoarsely. “Sorry, that was dumb–” Stupid, stupid, stupid–
“No, it wasn’t, sweetheart. You’re ok, it’s ok to be stressed and panicked. I’m not going to blame you for that. It is completely reasonable. Ok? You’re alright. We’ve got this.” Hitoshi moved closer, slowly reaching for Izuku, who let them. As soon as she didn’t show an ounce of resistance, Toshi leaned in further, wrapping their arms around Izuku. Instantly, she melted into her love’s arms, burying her face in their chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, only now truly calming down.
Hitoshi rubbed gentle circles into her back, carefully avoiding his scars as if they knew that’d only make Izuku feel worse at the moment. “You’re ok, You’re alright, I’m here with you, ok? There’s nothing to be sorry about Izuku, love.”
Izuku simply breathed, deciding to not waste her air on apologising more if Toshi would just keep repeating their words. After a long while, she finally felt okay enough again to start preparing for her guests, directing Toshi across the flat to do the tidying whilst Izuku decided to make some kaiseki ryori style food, with rice and miso soup and some fish, pork and vegetables. Once the food was nearly done, she left Toshi to watch over it to make sure nothing would burn and Bond wouldn’t hurt himself on the hot stove or steal the food and took a shower.
Returning wearing some of her best clothes, wanting to make a good impression, and a towel around her shoulders to prevent getting the button-up wet, she asked Toshi, “By the way, are you staying? I made enough for all of us.”
“I– uh– Fuck, I would, I just… You seem stressed and I don’t wanna fuck it up by being all,” Hitoshi gestured lamely at his face, “And, uh, even without that I’m just– I’m not sure I’m ready for… more people, you know? Fuck, I feel so bad, like– I’m abandoning you here, but– I don’t know– I just…”
“No worries,” Izuku cut in, moving close enough to put his hands around Toshi’s lower arms. “It’s okay. I’ve got this. You’ve been a great help, I truly appreciate it. Without you, I wouldn’t have gotten so far so quickly. Thanks a lot, kitty. You don’t need to apologise for setting a boundary. I love you.” He pulled Toshi down to himself, pressing a kiss to their lips. “I’ll pack you some of the food,” he added, already moving away to find a box that would fit all the different things he made for the meal.
“You are so fucking amazing, you know that, Izuku, love?”
Izuku smiled, putting a good portion of rice into the box for Toshi. “So you’ve been telling me, but feel free to keep doing it. Also, you’re the best,” he responded, blowing Toshi an air kiss as he moved on to the fish he’d prepared.
“Nah uh, that’s not possible, how could I ever be the best when you’re here being the fucking best person to ever exist?” Toshi asked, moving to stand behind Izuku and place a kiss to the top of his head, looping his arms comfortably around Izuku’s shoulders.
“Hm, I don’t know, perhaps you’re a bit better than me?”
“We could be here all day trying to argue this one but you will still be the best and I will still be saying that right to the end.”
Izuku snorted as she closed the box, making sure the food would stay nice and warm for Toshi on the way home. “That we could, because I’m also very convinced that you’re the best, but unfortunately my guests could arrive any moment and we don’t want you to get overwhelmed by that.”
“I love you,” Hitoshi smiled, accepting the box, leaving one more kiss on Izuku’s lips and slipping their mask on to cover their face.
“I love you, too, Toshi. Get home safe and good luck with your luggage,” she chuckled as, at the words, Bond started practically bouncing off all the walls of the cat carrier, only to get his leg stuck in one of the holes.
“I’ll need it,” Hitoshi huffed with a light groan, collecting Bond for the journey.
Just a few minutes after Hitoshi left, taking Bond with them, the doorbell rang. Izuku checked over the table again, making sure it was set perfectly, and then moved to open the door. He could already hear Mina talking excitedly on the other side, and two vaguely familiar voices that had to belong to Uraraka-san and Kirishima-san.
“Good evening!” Izuku greeted, letting his guests in. “I’m Midoriya Izuku, please, come in. Don’t bother with honorifics.”
Mina skipped into his apartment, already inspecting the food in the kitchen. Uraraka-san and Kirishima-san stepped inside and Izuku closed the door, locking it. “Nice to meet you, Midoriya!” Uraraka-san cheered. “We’ve heard a lot about you!”
“Thank you for the invitation,” Kirishima-san added. “We’re very excited to meet you finally, after Mina’s been talking about you for so long.”
Her guests took off their shoes and Izuku showed them where to sit whilst Mina stirred her Miso soup. They talked pleasantries for a while as Izuku and Mina – she wouldn’t sit down – served the food and they started eating, until, eventually, Kirishima-san addressed the elephant in the room. “Midoriya, I’m sorry about what happened with– with Katsuki. I know I didn’t know either of you back then and it’s really not my responsibility or place to apologise in his name, but I feel like I have to– If only because he’s my boyfriend and I feel awful about the way he treated you. I’m really mad at him.”
Izuku paused, then placed her chopsticks down. “Kirishima-san, you’re right. It isn’t your responsibility to apologise in Kacchan’s place. But I appreciate that you’re worried about me, despite not needing to. I’m not– Well, I don’t really know how I feel about Kacchan, but it’s not purely negative. He’s grown and become a good human and a great hero, and I’m… I’m happy for him. He has a great family and he worked for it. I– I can’t say about you–” she glanced between Uraraka-san and Kirishima–san briefly, “for sure, it’s hardly been twenty minutes since we met, but if you’re truly anything like Mina, you would’ve never dared to let him close to you like that if he hadn’t changed.”
“Of course not,” Kirishima-san and Uraraka-san said in unison.
The room fell silent as everyone mulled over Izuku’s words. “Midori, you’re a good guy, and I think it’s admirable that even after all he did, you’re not holding a grudge. But how are you dealing with it? I know a relationship like that can be– incredibly damaging and traumatising,” Uraraka-san asked hesitantly.
“You know, it’s been many years– not saying that there aren’t people out there who might still be struggling with coping after so much time– but you know, I’ve pretty much made my peace with it. I don’t spend nights awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what might’ve led Kacchan to do what he did or whatever. Of course, there’s bad days, where the bad things people have told me resurface and I wonder about Kacchan’s motives– but those are rare. I’m happy, I’ve got a boyfriend,” Izuku pointedly ignored Mina’s gasp, “who loves me and who I love, a great mum and the sweetest cat in the world.” Then he added, with a look at Mina, “And an awesome best friend. Life is good.”
“That’s great to hear,” Uraraka-san said, a genuine smile on her face.
Mina waited for a beat, letting Kirishima-san say something similar before she squawked, “Boyfriend?!??! Boyfriend?!?!!? When did that happen?!?!”
Izuku grinned, feeling giddy just thinking about Toshi, “Friday night, mayhaps? Technically, it was already Saturday–”
“Tell me everything,” Mina begged and Izuku way too willingly spilt the tea, insanely excited to talk about his boyfriend. Boyfriend!! Everyone at the table oohed and aahed as he talked about their date, then how Toshi came home with him and didn’t leave and everything that came after. – He did leave out the part about them streaming together, knowing they’d probably put it together anyways, but still not voluntarily offering the information that his Toshi was CatasToshi.
“You just missed him, actually,” he finished, “He left a few minutes before you arrived.”
“Omg, so it was him! I thought I was hallucinating because you didn’t tell me you were actually meeting up?? What the fuck,” Mina groaned, whilst Uraraka-san and Kirishima-san exchanged a look before they started chuckling. It was so interesting to watch their dynamic.
“Yeah, because I knew you’d probably try to spy on us or crash our date, probably even with Chargebolt,” Izuku accused and Mina didn’t even have the decency to look guilty or ashamed that they straight up called her out.
The conversation moved to lighter topics and eventually Kirishima and Uraraka also told him to get rid of the san. They had lots of fun, joking with each other and at one point, Kirishima commented that Izuku would’ve perfectly fit into their class. Their hero class. Izuku had to try very hard to not get emotional at that.
When she watched Kirishima press a kiss to Uraraka’s cheek whilst his arm was thrown around Mina, she finally cracked, “Um, this might be a personal question, and you don’t have to answer, but I’m really curious. Are there really no romantic feelings between you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re happy to answer a few harmless questions– as long as you don’t share anything, but you seem safe and I trust Mina’s judgement,” Uraraka waved him off. “So, to answer your question: nope, not at all. Not from my side, and unless something changed…?” She looked at Kirishima with a questioning look, but the man shook his head.
“Just for Mina– and Katsuki,” Kirishima added.
When Mina had first told him about her family, Izuku had asked her lots of questions, curious about how it worked for them and she’d answered each of them without an ounce of judgement about how weird they were. Some, she didn’t answer back then, still a bit cautious, but now Izuku dared to ask the less privacy-invading questions again, and he actually got answers. Their dynamic worked like this: Mina and Kirishima were dating. This is what the public knew, too. What they didn’t know was that Mina also had a girlfriend, Uraraka, and that Kirishima was dating Kacchan. Two years ago, the four of them had all moved into a house, which strengthened all of their relationships. Mina and Kacchan, like Uraraka and Kirishima, didn’t like each other romantically, but their relationship wasn’t purely platonic either. The care for one another was too deep to simply describe it as friendship. They were family. Which was the reason Izuku was so scared to tell Mina about what had happened. He was horrified to find out that neither Uraraka nor Kirishima had spoken a singular word to Kacchan since they found out. Kirishima even confessed to being relieved that he didn’t have to work with Kacchan at the moment, knowing he’d be unable to stay professional. Which, in their line of work, would risk way too many lives.
Around ten, the three of them decided to make their way home, thanking Izuku again for the meal and letting him know they had fun – so did he – and that they should repeat this at some point. Izuku agreed.
Notes:
ALLIHEARAREJEANS: is it just me or does the air smell different today? *sniffs* it smells…kinda gay–
bee: this guy knows what's up---
WereComingHomeNow: If they havent fucked by this point Im quitting my job
bee: well at least this guy's job is safe- WHATTTT WHO SAID THAT~~---
SIriusblackislittlelionman: i wish i had someone to giggle with as we play fireboy and watergirl whilst people write fanfiction about us
bee: REALLLLLL
bee: alright fine ill stop making memes that r just reactions to every comment, we will be here all day at this rate---
wlwdwtys:
bee: OKAY IK I SAID ID STOP BUT I JUST HAVE TO SAY I LOVE THIS PERSON'S NAME THEY R ACTUALLY A FRIEND OF MINE AND I FORGOT PPL WULDNT AUTOMATICALLY CLICK THE REFERENCE TO THE HAMILTON LINE (huffi was so confused by the name originally LMAO)---
wheresthemusicbtch:
bee: i'm trying to stop but this is too good, this name came cuz we were in call and jockie music in our server is called music bitch (don't ask) and so when he stopped randomly one of us said that and the other wrote it as a name LMAO---
denki: aint no way ur gone VOLUNTARILY 2 days in a row u antisocial bitch
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bee: denki and toshi have the best relationship i love them with my whole heart and soul i could listen to them argue for hours on end
also bee: doesn't rlly ship shinkami ever unless its a poly trio with izu (im not against it but im a shinzuku truther soooooo)---
izu: chargebolt
bee: wait izu doesn't know he's chargebolt right????
huffi: no izu knows remember?
bee: ohhh yeah but toshi doesnt know izu knows
huffi: pretty sure he called denki chargebolt in front of toshi previously
bee: *checks*
bee: oh shit ur right
bee: tbf toshi was having a panic attack and didn't even respond to it so...
huffi: have him have not even registered it the previous time
bee: >:)---
izu: You just missed toshi
mina (betrayed): Omg, so it was him!? how culd u not tell meeeee---
bee: for anyone confused on the relationship between mina, ochako, eijiro and katsuki, i have a video up on my tiktok and insta heheh (im belicorn123 everywhere)
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is it weird that i have favourite commenters in my made up stream chat? is that odd- is me wanting to read fanfic and look at fanart about ALLIHEARAREJEANS concerning- mayhaps... mayhaps indeed... - bee
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Chapter 18: wow there seem to be a lot of heroes in this one (alt title: trauma dump o’clock)
Notes:
carrying towels is a fucking workout man -huffi
im still so eepy cuz im sick :( i went on a 5 minute walk to get some sunlight and felt like actual death after it :/ anyways i (as always) love this chapter heheh especially the last scene of this chapter heheh
prepare for: mentioned suicide attempt, panic attack/breakdown/trauma response (idk what words to describe it exactly rn)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Hitoshi couldn’t help the way he was already missing Izuku’s company. Sure, he loved Bond, and he could never feel alone with this idiot, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss Izuku. Hitoshi had never been one to feel lonely per se, or, well, not in the normal way. He had felt lonely dealing with the sensation that he was the only one who was going through his pain as he grew up, but even that hadn’t been completely true considering he knew he wasn’t completely alone. Someone else was probably also suffering for their villain quirk. What mattered here though, was that lonely was not the word he would describe this as. It was just a deep longing to be back by Izuku’s side.
With a deep breath, Hitoshi entered their apartment building, keeping their head down and carefully avoiding doing anything that would cause anyone to look at their face. Thankfully, nobody stopped them and they made it up to their flat.
Opening his door, he froze, staring at the pro hero sitting on the floor in his living room. Chargebolt, he understood – which was fucking insane, though he didn’t have the energy to ponder that fact – but why the fuck was Tsukuyomi here?
“He– hello?” Hitoshi questioned, and almost immediately the hero’s head snapped up, tilting to the side to look at him. Half a second later, Denki was fucking flying at him.
“You’re back!” Denki grinned, continuing to give him a bear hug.
“Why is Tsukuyomi here?” Hitoshi asked, looking over Denki’s shoulder at the hero, who was still just relaxing on the floor like it was normal– although to be fair, Hitoshi didn’t have a couch anymore, so it wasn’t like there were any other great options. “No offence, of course, I just?”
“Oh! Yeah, that’s Fumi, he’s just on his break, but Endeavor is at his agency and he doesn’t want to deal with that shit so he needed somewhere to crash for half an hour and this is like 5 minutes away so I thought it’d be fine ‘cause I was here but you weren’t– is it ok? Sorry, I probably should have asked you, I always forget those sorts of things,” Denki whined, using the palm of his hand to hit his forehead.
Hitoshi decided not to question that one too much, instead focusing on his– best friend, holy fuck why was Denki his best friend? “I– uh– yeah, he’s fine, what… what are you still doing here? Why haven’t you gone home?”
“Netflix! I thought we went over this!”
“He lost important paperwork and Aizawa-Sensei is trying to lecture him, so he’s hiding,” Tsukuyomi explained, his unbothered tone betrayed by the light chuckle in his voice. Ahh. That made a whole lot more sense. He didn’t know much about Aizawa other than the fact that Denki was both terrified of him and saw him as a father figure. It didn’t take much work to gather exactly why Denki was here.
“Well, I can’t blame you– Sorry, what did you want me to call you?” Hitoshi hesitated, pushing Denki away and setting down Bond’s cat carrier finally– he wouldn’t open it just yet since he had no idea how Bond would react to the Bird Hero.
“Fumikage is fine,” The hero replied, seeming completely unbothered by all of this… whatever the fuck this was.
“Right, well I can’t blame you, Fumikage, for wanting to escape Endeavor’s entire existence. You, though, Denki, you I can blame, why are you hiding from your teacher in my apartment when you graduated fucking years ago?”
“He’s scary,” Denki whined dramatically, leaning down to say hi to Bond. Before Hitoshi could register what he was doing, Denki had let the cat out, and of course, Bond instantly lunged towards Fumikage.
“Shit– sorry–” Hitoshi said, moving quickly to contain his demon cat, only to find Bond had simply curled up in Fumikage’s lap, seeming completely comfortable with the hero, who did not look anywhere near as comfortable.
“Can you– can you get him off me– I– fuck–” Fumikage whispered, not moving a muscle and seeming thoroughly tensed up. Right. His bird instincts were probably more logical than Bond’s completely nonexistent instincts.
“Yeah, let me just–” Hitoshi agreed, and while it took him several minutes to pry Bond away from what he seemed to have decided was the world’s best napping spot, he did eventually get Bond away and locked him in his room, “Sorry about that, he has zero intuition about who does and doesn’t like him.”
“You’re all good. I know logically I’m fine but…” The bird gestured lamely at himself, “Yeah. Anyways, it was lovely meeting you, but my break is nearly up and if I’m not back to help Hawks with patrol the man may kill me.”
“No worries. Have fun, I guess?” Hitoshi offered, not exactly sure what he was supposed to say here.
“Be safe,” Denki added, and Fumikage nodded dramatically before leaving out the window– seriously, was all of Denki’s class this insane? Did they teach them that windows were better than doors or some shit? Also why the fuck had another person not even blinked an eye at the muzzle scars? Hitoshi was going to go insane over here. It wasn’t like he wanted them to talk about it, but it felt so abnormal for people to just… not care? With a deep breath, Hitoshi turned to face Denki.
“Alright, you need to stop fucking breaking in, bitch.”
“You’re too busy with your boyfriend to notice!” Denki mocked. Hitoshi just rolled his eyes, sitting down and opening the box of food Izuku had made him. The fish, pork and vegetables had been arranged to form a heart on top of the rice and in the middle, a tiny liquid-tight box held the miso soup. It was so fucking adorable.
When Denki tried to steal some, Hitoshi practically hissed, slapping his hand away. No. He was not fucking sharing Izuku’s home cooked food with the leech who had broken into his fucking apartment.
“You’re such a jerk,” Denki complained, but he didn’t try again, so Hitoshi would take the win.
“You are free to leave whenever the fuck you want, you clearly know the way out considering how often you come in uninvited,” Hitoshi pointed out, “Go let Bond out. When I’m finished, I’m going to film a video. You can join me if you must, or just stay quiet. I don’t care.”
“I’ll watch but stay quiet. I don’t want to give the shippers the wrong idea, because if Mina finds anyone shipping us, she will actually murder me.” Well that, Hitoshi wasn’t going to argue. He would much rather the fans focus on CataSapling so there was more of those fancreations to consume– yes, it was self indulgent, no, he was not going to deny it. The moment Denki returned from letting out Bond, he continued talking, but of course following a completely different conversation topic because when has Denki ever made any sense, “Oh, by the way, what was going on with Katsuki? What was that whole thing all about, because you sounded pissed.”
“He fucking hurt Sap. They knew each other when they were younger and he treated Sap like trash. I– I don’t want to say more because it’s not my place, even though I would fucking love to rant about how much I fucking hate his guts,” Hitoshi gritted out. He knew Izuku was already stressed about Mina’s relationship with the man, and he didn’t want to make that worse by adding Denki into the mix, but he also couldn’t stand the idea of saying it wasn’t important or brushing it off in any way because Sapling’s pain was fucking important.
“Oh, that’s why everyone is so pissed. Like, I had patrol with Kiri and I have never seen him so unwilling to talk about his boyfriend ever. Holy shit, yeah, hurting Sapling would do that, we all know how much Mina cares about him.”
“Yeah,” Hitoshi huffed, “Alright, I need to move on because if we keep talking about this, I am going to end up doing a hero ranking video instead of my current plan and Dynamight will be fucking last. Actually, no, I’m doing that anyway.”
“If I hear one joke about how Sapling should be at the top of that list, I fucking swear…”
“Don’t you worry,” Hitoshi grinned, rinsing out the now empty box and heading to his streaming room, “There will be far more than just one.”
“OH, FUCK YOU!” Denki screeched, racing after him, but not actually stopping anything.
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Monday, April 19 2160, 02:33: ‘CatasToshi’ uploaded a video: the ultimate hero tier list because i have so many opinions | 13m57s | 2.8M views:
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im feeling chaotic, lets see how many heroes i can get in the comments complaining or being happy about their ranking read more…
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KingExplosionDynamight: Fair enough || 109k likes, 7k replies
ALLIHEARAREJEANS: loving the pure number of heroes in the comments || 22 likes, 0 replies
ChargeBoltOfficial: FU for putting alienqueen above me, u know why im pissed and i am not explaining it here. || 62k likes, 8k replies
revelryintheTSUKUYOMI: i appreciate my position in your personal hierarchy || 2k likes, 21 replies
TellMeMoreWasItLoveAtFirstSight: the pure number of times he says sapling wuld be his fav hero and gets grumpy about him not being on the tierlist despite not being a hero has me feeling painfully single || 13 likes, 2 replies
AlienQueenSavesYou: HAH TAKE THAT CHARGEBOLT UR FAV STREAMER LIKES ME MORE THAN U || 68k likes, 3k replies
Ericorn: I NEED to know who the secret underground hero is for very specific reasons and totally not to work out if I know him || 27 likes, 5 replies
FrostFireSocials: I have no idea why I’m ranked so high nor how you know about The Soba Incident from UA but ok I guess || 48k likes, 8k replies
↳ CatasToshi: I have my sources…
PowerdownAndSleep: i need more of this gimme a tier list of all the heroes comments under this vid plsssssss || 25 likes, 1 reply
PRESENTMICOFFICIAL: I’M SO HAPPY TO BE SO HIGHLY RANKED!!! ALSO I APPROVE OF NOT LEAKING UNDERGROUND HEROES AND HOW YOUR FAVOURITE IS JUST “SECRET UNDERGROUND HERO” || 35k likes, 1k replies
NatsuoTodoroki: I need yall to know how fucking pissed Endeavor is about this video and how much he wants to leave a hate comment but his PR team is stopping him… anyways best video ive ever seen, u get all my likes || 2k likes, 47 replies
MaybeHayle: I need to know what Dynamight, Endeavor and Mister Blaster did to deserve the pure level of hate CatasToshi has for them~ || 39 likes, 14 replies
EarphoneJackMusic: I’m glad you like my music, rumour has it you’re a good singer, maybe you should try some of my songs sometime || 1k likes, 56 replies
IfYouListenRealClosely: gayyyyy (for all the comments about Sapling being the best) || 7 likes, 0 replies
QUEENNNNNNNNNNNIE: i have never watched u before but after seeing this vid i think i gotta, ur so funny and my lesbian heart loves silly gay guys soooo || 36 likes, 2 replies
URAVITYofficial: this was very cute 💕 || 43 likes, 3 replies
ALLIGOTTADOISOPENTHISBAG: Earphone jack supremacy, she shuld be higher, but ill take this || 13 likes, 0 replies
Youwereafriendtome: u werent kidding about having opinions || 2 likes, 0 replies
imdonewithshuttingup: im so curious about the ones u refused to elaborate on || 11 likes, 4 replies
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> letsapling257 — 08:52, 19/04/2160
you did a hero tierlist ranking wITHOUT mE? :o
> letsapling257 — 08:52, 19/04/2160
||nah jk||
> catastrophetoshi — 08:52, 19/04/2160
sorryyyyyy ;-; i wanted to film something while i was home and this was the first thing i thought of lol
> catastrophetoshi — 08:53, 19/04/2160
(we can always do one together later <3)
> letsapling257 — 08:53, 19/04/2160
what did dynamight do that you put him down there, i thought hes a great hero
> letsapling257 — 08:53, 19/04/2160
aw yay! <3
> catastrophetoshi — 08:54, 19/04/2160
i know abt him.
> letsapling257 — 08:54, 19/04/2160
also im soo curious who your top hero is
> letsapling257 — 08:55, 19/04/2160
wait wdym you know
> catastrophetoshi — 08:55, 19/04/2160
my fav hero is eraserhead but him not being well known is important so i never say it on vids but i trust u <3333
> letsapling257 — 08:56, 19/04/2160
wait holy shit how the fuck do you *know*????
> catastrophetoshi — 08:57, 19/04/2160
i– fuck– i just… i needed to know who it was im sorry
> catastrophetoshi — 08:57, 19/04/2160
i asked denki
> catastrophetoshi — 08:59, 19/04/2160
im sorry
> letsapling257 — 09:01, 19/04/2160
toshi…
> catastrophetoshi — 09:02, 19/04/2160
im so fucking sorry i know i shuldntve i didnt tell him anything i swear i just i needed to know so if anything happened, if we ran into him or anything so i wuld be able to help i just– im sorry
> letsapling257 — 09:04, 19/04/2160
no you shouldn’t have asked chargebolt, when i was right fucking there– but i suppose i get it. now we can’t change it anyways, let’s just– yeah
> catastrophetoshi — 09:04, 19/04/2160
im so fucking sorry izuku i just– u were stressing and i didnt wanna make it worse and fuck idk i just thought it wuld be better that way but it isnt and im so fucking sorry it was stupid
> letsapling257 — 09:05, 19/04/2160
by the way did you say your favourite hero was ERASERHEAD??? thats MY favourite hero!!!!!
> catastrophetoshi — 09:06, 19/04/2160
hes the fucking best right???????/
> letsapling257 — 09:06, 19/04/2160
hes SO cool!!!
> letsapling257 — 09:07, 19/04/2160
he used to be my number two but all might fucked his spot up
> letsapling257 — 09:07, 19/04/2160
and now eraserhead is my number one, sorta, because if i dont tell people that alien queen is my favourite hero when they ask then mina will be sad, also we dont want to draw attention to eraserhead soo
> catastrophetoshi — 09:10, 19/04/2160
im getting a feeling i need to move allmight from “hes ok ig” to “fuck that bitch” rank
> letsapling257 — 09:10, 19/04/2160
eh imo he can switch places with kacchan
> letsapling257 — 09:11, 19/04/2160
actually in my ranking kacchan would probably be higher up than ok ig
> catastrophetoshi — 09:12, 19/04/2160
izu, love, i fucking adore u, but im not as forgiving as u r sooooo ill let allmight be lower than dynamight but dynabitch aint getting moved up
> letsapling257 — 09:12, 19/04/2160
i love you too <33
> letsapling257 — 09:13, 19/04/2160
man im so glad hes dead and i no longe have to deal with avoiding every single news outlet because they love broadcasting whatever am did
> catastrophetoshi — 09:13, 19/04/2160
wow ok yup hes officially my least favourite hero.
> letsapling257 — 09:13, 19/04/2160
dkfhsffkj
> letsapling257 — 09:14, 19/04/2160
lets go back to talking about eraserhead, bcs i love eraserhead and thinking about am makes me mad
> catastrophetoshi — 09:14, 19/04/2160
im here for that cuz fucking NO ONE knows who he is like FUCK hes amazing
> catastrophetoshi — 09:15, 19/04/2160
how did u find out about him?
> letsapling257 — 09:15, 19/04/2160
oh ugh i used to be an insane hero nerd
> letsapling257 — 09:16, 19/04/2160
me and kacchan wanted to be like am
> letsapling257 — 09:16, 19/04/2160
then i didnt get a quirk
> letsapling257 — 09:17, 19/04/2160
but i didnt give up, i spent fifteen yrs researching heroes and shit, analysing quirks like crazy, coming up with ways to counter them in case id have to fight them
> catastrophetoshi — 09:17, 19/04/2160
u wanted to be a hero too?
> letsapling257 — 09:18, 19/04/2160
and one day i kinda landed on this probably illegal website where ppl were talking about this hero who saved them, cancelling other people’s quirks. it got me hooked
> letsapling257 — 09:19, 19/04/2160
oh yeah… but jumping off a roof sort of crushed my dreams more than am telling me that quirkless people cant become heroes like half an hour before that happened
> catastrophetoshi — 09:19, 19/04/2160
fucking im gonna kill that man– wait no hes already dead– FUCK
> catastrophetoshi — 09:20, 19/04/2160
thats karma bitch
> catastrophetoshi — 09:20, 19/04/2160
ugh i wanna give u a hug so fucking bad rn its not even fair
> catastrophetoshi — 09:21, 19/04/2160
anyways that website sounds awesome as fuck
> letsapling257 — 09:21, 19/04/2160
come over then
> letsapling257 — 09:22, 19/04/2160
bring bond
> catastrophetoshi — 09:23, 19/04/2160
omw.
> catastrophetoshi — 09:24, 19/04/2160
we can talk while i walk if u want
> letsapling257 — 09:25, 19/04/2160
+81 90 1234 5678
> letsapling257 — 09:25, 19/04/2160
call me
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Not even a full three seconds later, Izuku’s phone rang, displaying an unknown number, but he didn’t hesitate to click answer. “Hey, kitty,” he greeted, smiling when Toshi’s voice came through the speaker.
“Hi Izuku, love.”
He couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him at that, feeling giddy and light about the fact that they were calling. “You on your way already?”
There was a short moment of silence as Toshi did… something, followed by, “Sorry what did you say? Bond wouldn’t get out of the fucking shower.”
“Nevermind, question answered,” Izuku snorted, listening as Toshi collected his things and exited his flat, but his light mood instantly was wrenched away from him when he heard a security guard hold Toshi up and check him for stolen items– What the fuck?!
He needed way too long to calm down from that, a glance at the clock telling him it’d been nearly five minutes. The silence stretched, with the busy street noise filtering through his speaker as Toshi walked to his flat. “Sooo, how come you know about Eraserhead?”
“Oh, I uh, I just realised I don’t think I told you this, but I grew up in foster care, and getting a job with my scars wasn’t exactly easy, so I was homeless for a while after I aged out. Most kids get jobs before they age out to prepare for it, but I uh– that house was the worst I was in so I never could… Eraserhead helped me out a few times while I was on the streets, since most homeless shelters and soup kitchens wouldn’t let me in. It was always small things, but it meant a lot.”
“Oh, oh shit. Oh fuck, I’m sorry that sounds like it fucking sucked– But I’m glad that Eraserhead was there for you. I– I wish I could’ve helped–” Izuku didn’t know what to say, wished he could just take Toshi, put him into his pocket and keep him safe there. He didn’t deserve this.
“It’s fine, it wasn’t too bad, I eventually got a shitty job that supported me enough to get a computer and thankfully I went viral insanely fast. I still don’t know how that happened.”
“I’m sure it was your amazing charm and your crazy hot voice with your funny deadpan sarcasm. And maybe even your gaming skills,” Izuku teased.
“We all know it’s not the gaming skills after you beat me at TreasureMine.”
A snort escaped Izuku, “I’m sure you have plenty of skills.”
“Yeah? What other amazing things made me go viral then do you think?” Hitoshi asked, clearly fishing for praise, which Izuku would happily give.
“Oh, definitely your mouth, the way you speak is very enticing. And the way you sing is even better. Not to mention your crazy video ideas and that you’re chill with whatever your fans do, and the fact that you’re one of the rare non-problematic streamers probably also helped. And should you ever show your face, there’d be no return for your fans, they’d fall head over heels with you. But they won’t get you, because you’re mine.”
“All yours forever.”
Izuku needed a moment to determine whether or not he’d just imagined the way Toshi’s voice had deepened, heart fluttering at the words. “Fuck, I love you. Where are you? I need to put some of your other skills to use.”
“I’m almost there Izuku, love, I’m coming as fast as I can.”
Luckily, Toshi actually showed up just three minutes later and practically pounced on Izuku the moment he was through the door, mask still on as he pressed several desperate kisses to Izuku’s face through it.
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Hitoshi whined, nuzzling his face into Izuku’s neck and shaking his head slightly when Izuku tried to take his mask off. He knew he was fine, knew it was Izuku, but his fucking brain couldn’t stand the idea of having the scars on display. Not after the flood of memories about it. Not after reliving the memory of Eraserhead cutting off the muzzle a week after his 18th birthday, when Hitoshi had been starving and nearly dying of dehydration because he was no longer getting nutrients through fluids. No. He couldn’t. He just– he– he just wanted to love his boyfriend with the mask still on.
“Hey, hey, you’re okay. I love you. What do you need?” Izuku hummed, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“Y– you. Need you,” Hitoshi whispered, his hands desperately trying to find a purchase on Izuku’s body. He didn’t want to lose Izuku, didn’t want to lose the energy they had had going just because his stupid brain wanted the mask to stay on.
“Okay, okay, I’ve got you, no worries,” Izuku promised, pulling Hitoshi impossibly closer before letting go with his arms, tucking his chin over Hitoshi’s shoulder as though to hug him while he moved them. Only then did Hitoshi register that he was sitting on Izuku’s lap already– and that he had put Bond down– when had that even happened?
Hitoshi had no intention of complaining, he just let Izuku take care of him, let himself show Izuku all his fucking love despite the mask. Hitoshi didn’t know how long it had been before he finally, finally took off the mask, his brain still screaming at him not to, still screaming that it would ruin everything. The way Izuku immediately started pressing kisses to the scars, needy and loving as he spilled praise upon praise upon praise was what forced his brain to shut the fuck up and fully melt into Izuku’s touch.
“I’m so sorry,” Hitoshi whispered when they curled up next to each other, Izuku’s fingers still tracing the scars, eyes filled with wonder and love, “I don’t– I don’t know what happened I just couldn’t– I couldn’t take it off.”
“It’s okay,” Izuku replied, voice equally as quiet. “I don’t judge. You’re safe with me. I love you so much and your boundaries are important to me.”
“I love you so fucking much, it’s not fair how amazing you are,” Hitoshi murmured, his eyes tracing the freckles on Izuku’s face, wanting to focus on absolutely anything except his own stupid brain.
Izuku leaned forward, pressing a few gentle kisses to his scars. “And you’re awesome. And pretty. And beautiful. And gorgeous, and–” Izuku kept going, a kiss accompanying every compliment. Hitoshi couldn’t imagine anything better than this.
“I love you,” Hitoshi repeated, not sure how to form any other words.
Izuku kept coming up with countless praises, until Hitoshi’s brain finally quieted completely, only leaving a warm comfortable feeling. Eventually, Izuku stopped, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth before burying his face in Hitoshi’s neck. “I don’t want you to be alone at your apartment building anymore. What the fuck is wrong with the staff there? I don’t want you to be treated like that, especially with no one else around that you can trust.”
Hitoshi wanted to argue, he had been fine for years now, it wasn’t even an issue, but at the same time the thought that maybe this would mean more time with Izuku swirled around in his head and fuck, did that sound good. Maybe it was just the clingy part of him that agreed, but he did agree, and Izuku seemed more than pleased with that.
Notes:
hitoshi: his– best friend, holy fuck why was Denki his best friend?
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fumikage: *terrified of cats*
bond: my new fav person!---
Fumikage nodded dramatically before leaving out the window– seriously, was all of Denki’s class this insane? Did they teach them that windows were better than doors or some shit?
bee: tbf... i'd bet good money that zawa came thru the windows enough for it to be normal, honestly toshi is lucky it's not the vents they r going thru---
denki: If I hear one joke about how Sapling should be at the top of that list, I fucking swear…
toshi: Don’t you worry
denki: *relief*
toshi: There will be far more than just one.
denki: OH, FUCK YOU!---
Ericorn: I NEED to know who the secret underground hero is for very specific reasons and totally not to work out if I know him
bee: ok i swear it wasn’t meant to sound like a self insert with the name but it kinda does oops---
MaybeHayle: I need to know what Dynamight, Endeavor and Mister Blaster did to deserve the pure level of hate CatasToshi has for them~
bee (who knows what all 3 of them did): >:)---
toshi: ik about him
bee: *dying inside*---
toshi: stressing cuz he fucked up in asking denki and he knows he shouldn't have
izu: changes the topic purely cuz holy shit someone else knows and likes eraserhead---
toshi: izu, love, i fucking adore u, but im not as forgiving as u r sooooo ill let allmight be lower than dynamight but dynabitch aint getting moved up
bee: yeah toshi, hold that grudge YEAH
huffi: cackles in the background as bee continues cheering toshi on---
izu and toshi: both dreamt of being heroes but couldn't because they were too injured during there highschool years
bee: idk what it is about it exactly, but i like the way they kinda mirror each other in the same way they kinda do in canon too---
toshi: Bond wouldn’t get out of the fucking shower
bee: he's such an odd cat i love him
huffi: i love him
bee: we love himmmm
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"izu wished he could just take toshi, put him into his pocket and keep him safe there"
huffi, writing this: actually im just projecting
bee: real---
toshi: what other things make me amazing
izu: definitely your mouth
bee: crazy thing to say---
izu: youre mine
toshi: all urs forever
bee: gaaay
bee: thats soooo gaaay
bee: thats crAzy levels of gaaayybee later reading the meme huffi had added: woah way to call me out-
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izu: ive got u, no worries
huffi: TAKE A SEAT
huffi: LET ME BRING YOU ALL SOMETHING TO EAT
huffi: I BET UR TIRED FROM ALL THE YEARS SPENT ON UR FEET
huffi: IVE GOT U
huffi: DONT WORRY CIRCES GOT U NOOOOOOOOOOW
Chapter 19: the hero besties attempting to raise their tier list rank despite being the second and third favourite heroes
Notes:
this was so funny to read after not having read it since we wrote it like 2months ago, we were fucking geniuses -huffi
giggles maniacally at this chapter (i love it SO MUCH) - bee
prepare for: drinking, alcohol, being drunk- basically they drink lots of alcohol and have a fun time, also ofc the ongoing flirting/sex jokes and references as always (esp in lighthearted chapters lke this one)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
On Wednesday, Chargebolt had decided he wanted to hang out with Toshi, because he wanted to “up his ranking” and then Mina had caught wind of it and invited herself with the reason that she needed to make sure Chargebolt’s rank would not rise whilst also maintaining (or perhaps upping) her own spot. At least Chargebolt had given a warning in the morning for this one, letting Toshi know that he would be there after his patrol, because Toshi hadn’t left Izuku’s place since Monday, which was just fine with him. And of course, they didn’t want to be without each other, so Izuku decided to come with Toshi.
Just as Izuku and Hitoshi got to the stupid, low steps, Mina and Chargebolt arrived together, Mina came to the rescue and picked her up, Chargebolt carrying the wheelchair whilst Hitoshi carried Bond. And to be fair– she much preferred this over the stress of pushing up those, what, twenty stupid fucking low steps. Luckily, they all had their hands so full that they breezed right past the security guards – take that, assholes! – and immediately got to the elevator, where Izuku was allowed to sit back in her wheelchair.
Despite the lacking space, all three of them squeezed into the elevator with Izuku whilst Bond yowled to be let out. Finally arriving in Toshi’s flat, their little group spread out, Mina immediately placing herself on the ground where Toshi’s couch used to be, splaying her limbs out in starfish position. “Where’s your couch? I haven’t seen this place before, but I’m pretty sure there should be a couch here.”
“Yeah, Bond, where is my couch,” Hitoshi snarked at his cat, letting him out of the carrier. Instantly, Bond ran towards Mina, placing his paws on the curls fanning out on the ground whilst he tried to chew on her horn.
“Wh– Bond? What does Bond have to do with y’all wrecking the couch doing the devil’s tango–” Chargebolt asked, seeming genuinely confused.
“Sorry, that’s what you thought happened!?” Hitoshi shrieked in horror.
“I dunno man, you said ‘It was a whole thing’ and I filled in the blanks.” Chargebolt shrugged as Mina picked up Bond, sitting up with the guy wiggling dramatically in her arms. As soon as she let up her grip a little, Bond climbed to her shoulders and continued to chew her horn.
“He’s so adorable,” Mina commented, appearing to not even pay attention to what Hitoshi and Chargebolt were talking about – but knowing her, she was listening in and filing it away for later when she had the opportunity to make fun of Chargebolt.
“You wouldn’t say that after seeing what he did to the couch. The pieces were all over the room,” Toshi complained. “How one cat can do that much damage I’ll never know.”
“Huh… I would’ve sworn you were the problem,” Chargebolt grunted, finding a spot on the kitchen counter to sit.
“Toshi is not a problem,” Izuku cut in, refusing to let Toshi even entertain that thought. “Don’t say that!”
“That’s gay,” Mina said, not even looking away from where she was attempting to catch a glimpse of the cat trying to eat her.
Toshi walked over to him to kiss Izuku’s lips gently, before glaring at Mina, “No, this is gay. Also, both of you are looking at going down on the tier list so maybe consider that for a moment before you continue with all this.”
“Nooo,” Mina wailed, dramatically falling back on the ground, almost forgetting Bond, who jumped off her shoulder in panic, only to immediately return to chewing her horn once she had stopped moving. “I’m sorry!”
“Please no, I’m sorry, you’re the best, Bond is a demon cat but I love him, and I love you even more, I’ll even stop trying to steal your Fireball,” Chargebolt begged, falling to his knees as he bowed until his forehead met the ground. Briefly, Izuku wondered how they both managed to find such dramatic best friends.
Toshi snorted, “This time I’ll forgive you, I suppose.” Then he moved to stand behind Izuku, wrapping his arms around his neck.
Welcoming the touch, Izuku leaned back, then turned their head just far enough so they could place a kiss on his arm. “Okay, so, did you guys actually have a plan for what you wanted to do or did you just come crashing like you always do?”
“Of course!” Chargebolt said, already having gotten back up to try and get Bond’s attention, but clearly Mina was not only higher up on Toshi’s hero tier list, she was also higher up on Bond’s list of interesting people.
Mina rolled her eyes, “Not.”
“Alright, which one of you is lying now?” Hitoshi huffed out a laugh, their chin resting on the top of Izuku’s head.
Placing a few pets on Bond’s head, Mina replied, “Denks, duh. He did not have a plan. But I just had the idea that we could play Monopoly!”
“That’s a great idea!” Chargebolt cheered. “We should play Monopoly!”
“I don’t have Monopoly,” Toshi deadpanned.
“No worries! I do!” And then Mina took Bond and set him aside so she could get up, walking to the entrance where her massive bag stood. Izuku had already wondered what it held. Well, apparently, it held Monopoly. And it seemed to be modified, because when she opened the box, the places on the board weren’t cities, they were people– most of which Izuku recognised, as they were heroes from different generations, but why the fuck was Eraserhead on the board? In place of Park Place, there was a picture of grumpy Eraserhead, right next to Nedzu, who was covering Boardwalk.
“Oooh, this reminds me of the good old times,” Chargebolt grinned excitedly.
“What the fuck is Eraserhead doing there?” Izuku asked, genuinely confused how they even got that picture.
Mina looked at Izuku with surprise, but then immediately flashed the two dark blue cards at him – both definitely printed, not handwritten – one said Principal Nedzu whilst the other read Aizawa-Sensei. “You didn’t know Aizawa-Sensei is Eraserhead? I could’ve sworn I’d mentioned it. How the fuck do you know him, then?”
“He’s what now!?” Hitoshi practically screeched, looking at Chargebolt with pure fury and Izuku wondered if someone had turned the heating on, “How the fuck could you not tell me that!?”
“I dunno man? No one knows him so I didn’t bother, wait, why do you both know him? How do you both know him?” Chargebolt looked between them in confusion.
“Former hero nerd,” Izuku simply said, then nodded at Toshi to choose what they told the two.
“I met him a few years back. He helped me out a lot,” Hitoshi offered weakly. “He’s my favourite.”
Chargebolt nodded. “I get that. Same.”
“I thought you’re scared of him?” Mina teased.
“You say that as if you didn’t spend all of UA terrified of him,” Chargebolt replied.
“Yeah, but then we graduated–”
“And he got even scarier!”
Mina laughed. “Pfft, he’s a fucking dad. Figuratively and literally. Have you seen what he’s like when we visit Eri? Literally like those grumpy dads who always say they don’t want a pet but then they’re the pet’s best friend. Just that he loves cats and always wants more of them–”
“That doesn’t make him any less scary!” Chargebolt whined.
“Debatable.”
As they kept on bickering about whether or not Eraserhead was scary, Izuku slowly shifted off her wheelchair, settling on the floor in the most comfortable position she could find, and set up the board, where she noticed a few very interesting cards, such as “Oops, you accidentally ate Bakugou’s leftovers. Pay 200 JPY to the hospital” and “You brought Eri a candy apple. On your way home, you find 100 JPY”. She showed Hitoshi one that said “You let one of Aizawa-Sensei’s cats escape. To jail with you” and they snickered about it together.
When the board was completely set up, except for Mina and Chargebolt’s player tokens – the two of them still weren’t done bickering – Izuku listened back in, but they seemed to have stopped talking about Eraserhead altogether. Instead, they were fighting about who got to use the pomeranian shaped token as if Izuku wasn’t already using it– Well, at least they were somewhat on topic. Toshi had picked the Eraserhead goggles and Izuku didn’t feel like picking the headphones or dildo or any of the other options.
“Both of you shut up, neither of you get to be the pomeranian, that’s Izuku’s. Denki, you can have the dildo because you’re a dick who keeps breaking into my apartment and Mina, you can have the unicorn because– I don’t fucking know, it’s something. Just, please.”
“Hey, how come I get the dick and Mina gets the unicorn, that’s such bullshit!”
“Because when Mina’s here, Bond focuses on her horns and I don’t have to worry about what he’s breaking. When it’s you, I have to worry about what you are both breaking.”
“Fuck you.”
“No thanks, I’ve got a boyfriend,” Hitoshi grinned, leaning their head onto Izuku’s shoulder happily.
“That boyfriend is me. Back off,” Izuku added, leaning his head against Toshi’s.
“It’s giving gay,” Chargebolt grumbled lightheartedly, placing the dildo on Go.
“You’re giving single but you don’t see me rubbing that in your face,” Toshi retorted instantly.
“Actually, you keep doing it every five minutes when you do something gay with your boyfriend.”
“Sucks to suck, I guess, bitch.”
Izuku hummed thoughtfully, “Sucking is quite nice, actually–”
“Izu!” Toshi squeaked, “I’ve been specifically avoiding saying stuff like that in front of the idiot who thought we broke the couch fucking. Come on.”
Grinning, Izuku pressed a kiss to their cheek. “You just set me up too well, I couldn’t pass up on that opportunity.”
“Like you couldn’t pass the opportunity to fuck–” Chargebolt started before practically keeling over when Toshi’s foot slammed into his stomach.
Izuku leaned into Toshi, making sure to murmur as quietly as possible so that no one else could understand, “He’s not wrong, though–”
Hitoshi flushed bright red, much to Chargebolt and Mina’s obvious delight given the way they both burst out laughing at the sight. Izuku, on the other hand, thought it was absolutely adorable. Once everyone had calmed down, they finally started playing the game.
— * —
“Chargebolt, it’s your turn,” Izuku pointed out, only to receive a disturbed glance from the man.
“What the fuck? Why do you call me by my hero name?” Chargebolt asked. “We’ve been playing this game for 4 hours and you still call me Chargebolt?!”
“Hey, don’t talk to my boyfriend that way, bitch boy,” Toshi cut in before Izuku could answer. Izuku decided to ignore that.
“Well, you haven’t told me to call you anything else–”
“Nahh, it’s Denki, bro. We all bros here,” Denki nodded, as if he’d just made a business deal. Izuku wondered if maybe they had and he sorta just missed something–
“Fuck this shit, I’m getting Fireball, I do not want to be sober and dealing with Denki’s nonsense,” Toshi groaned and got up from the floor. Izuku immediately missed the man’s warmth, but he wasn’t about to admit that in front of their friends.
— * —
Hitoshi drew a card off the Chance stack, reading it aloud for everyone. “‘You let one of Aizawa-Sensei’s cats escape. To jail with you.’ Um, nope. I would never. Just imagining the pain of trying to capture Bond should he ever manage to get out of my flat makes me extra careful with other people’s cats in this situation. I bet it was Denki, I’m getting a lawyer.”
“I’m the judge, and I’m sending Denki to jail,” Izuku giggled, bonelessly melting against Hitoshi.
“This feels illegal,” Denki complained dramatically, flopping onto his back before rolling onto his stomach to face the game once more.
“Serves you right for trying to frame Hitoshi,” Mina pointed out, grabbing Denki’s dildo and putting it in jail before he could stop her.
— * —
Mina rolled the dice, landing on a 5 total. She gasped and Izuku’s gaze followed to where she was moving her unicorn. Ah, Eraserhead. “YAY!”
“If you let me buy the card right now, I’m moving your rank up,” Toshi bribed and Izuku grinned. His boyfriend was so smart. He had such a smart boyfriend.
“I love you,” he mumbled, placing a kiss wherever his lips could reach. Considering he was almost laying with his head in Toshi’s lap, he put the kiss on Toshi’s knee. Eh, it was fine.
He didn’t catch most of the following conversation, but he did see that Mina handed Toshi the Eraserhead card. Nice, official merch. “I also want one,” he whined. “How dare you get Eraserhead merch and not buy me one, too?”
“Don’t worry, Izuku, love, everything I have is yours as well,” Toshi replied, his hand stroking through Izuku’s hair.
Izuku smiled, “Yippie.”
— * —
Hitoshi smiled softly down at his boyfriend, who had officially just combined their money and properties with a manic giggle. He was more than a little drunk, but Hitoshi wasn’t complaining because it meant Izuku was being clingy despite the others being around. On the other side of the board, Denki was close to tears because he’d landed in jail for the seventh time, this time because he called Nedzu a cute kitty.
Taking advantage of Denki’s drunk despair and Mina’s uncontrollable laughter, Hitoshi stole a couple thousand yen from the bank without anyone noticing. He showed them to Izuku before putting them into the pile in front of them, with a soft shush.
“Ooooh,” Izuku kept giggling. “You bad, bad boy.”
Fuck, if Izuku wasn’t completely drunk out of his mind, that would have been enough to cause Hitoshi to drag the man into another room. Well. That was a new discovery about himself. As it was, he settled for continuing to run his hands through Izuku’s curls.
— * —
“He’s so out of it,” Mina teased quietly, looking over at Izuku half asleep in Hitoshi’s lap, “Hey Izuku, who’s your favourite person?”
“Toshi,” Izuku replied immediately, and Hitoshi could have fucking passed away at the words. Holy shit, that was fucking adorable.
“Aw, come on, you always say me when you’re drunk,” Mina whined. Hitoshi glared at her.
“You got downgraded when I met Toshi,” Izuku grumbled, seeming grumpy about the fact that his falling-asleep-process had been disturbed.
“Just for that, you’re going to jail. You woke him up. Didn’t she, sweetheart?” Hitoshi hummed the last bit, hands returning to Izuku’s hair once more, massaging her scalp gently.
“Fucking bitch,” Izuku mumbled, already falling back asleep, face buried into Hitoshi’s lap.
“You heard me Mina, off to jail you go,” Hitoshi snickered, grinning as Denki’s drunk ass cheered at the words from where he lay, bankrupt and out of the game.
— * —
At around half past two in the morning, when Hitoshi cashed in Mina’s second to last property – Snipe from the light blue UA teacher road – and they’d been playing for about eight hours, Izuku suddenly burst into tears. Hitoshi looked down at their boyfriend in shock and concern. Just seconds ago, it looked like Izuku had been fast asleep.
“Hey, sweetheart, shh, you’re ok, I’m here, what’s going on, Izuku, love?” Hitoshi asked softly, pulling Izuku up to sit in their lap facing them, pressing their foreheads together carefully.
“I’m sorry,” Izuku wailed, sobbing into Hitoshi’s shoulder whilst Mina looked at them with worry. Denki lay passed out next to them, not even twitching as Bond slept on top of his face, just barely letting him breathe.
“You’re ok, love, what happened, sweetheart?”
“I didn’t mean to kill you,” he whined, “It was an accident! And technically, it was Bond’s fault!” Then he kept crying like the world was ending. What? What the fuck was going on?
“But Izuku, my love, I’m alive, aren’t I? You didn’t kill me?” Hitoshi pointed out gently, running their hands through Izuku’s hair.
They looked over their sobbing boyfriend’s shoulder to see Mina snorting with barely contained laughter, “Oh, this is the best kind of sad drunk he can be–”
Izuku aimlessly smacked at Hitoshi, fist lightly hitting their upper arm. “I’m not talking to you, idiot. I’m talking to the couch!” He gestured to…air? “The couch’s ghost showed up and now they’re mad at me because we got rid of their corpse. Toshi, we need to get the corpse back!!”
“We can’t get the couch back, Izuku, love, it’s not possible,” Hitoshi replied, glad that they finally had some vague understanding of the situation.
“Noooo,” Izuku sobbed, then proceeded to keep crying inconsolably.
“Hey, hey, sweetie, the couch has just left so they can give him a proper funeral, that’s all. You’re ok, love,” Hitoshi tried, desperately wanting to do anything they possibly could to help Izuku, but nothing they said seemed to even register with Izuku as he just kept sobbing his eyes out. Eventually, Hitoshi gave up on trying to convince Izuku the couch was ok and instead turned to look at Mina, “I’m gonna go put him to sleep, I’d offer you the couch, but uh… yeah… I don’t really have anything else but I can grab you some pillows and a blanket if you would like?”
“Oh yeah, that’d be great, thanks.”
Hitoshi gently lifted Izuku up into their arms, carefully manoeuvring around Denki to get Izuku into the bed, tucking him in and promising to return in just a few seconds, which Izuku didn’t appreciate but he accepted the pillow Hitoshi gave him to hold onto instead, so Hitoshi would take that. They grabbed all the spare pillows and blankets they had– which was a pretty large amount because Hitoshi often had nights where they wanted to make what was basically a nest of pillows in their bed, usually when the insomnia was bad and they hated how big and empty the bed felt.
They dragged all of it out to Mina, helping her set them up into a makeshift bed and chucking one pillow under Denki’s head so that he wouldn’t whine all morning about a sore neck. With all that sorted, Hitoshi returned to their room, slipping into bed and pulling Izuku into their arms. It took them several hours to sleep, just softly playing with Izuku’s hair as the man slowly calmed down and fell asleep in their arms. Even after that, Hitoshi was stuck unable to sleep for fear Izuku would wake up crying once more. Eventually, they must’ve passed out as well, because when they woke, Izuku was clinging to them with all four limbs like a koala.
— * —
The morning after that was far more chaotic, with Mina apparently having a 10am start for work, and Denki starting only half an hour afterwards, while Izuku remained dead to the world. Denki of course had a massive hangover– Hitoshi and Mina would have needed to drink a whole lot more to have a hangover, neither of them being anywhere near the level of lightweights that the other two were, they only had a slight headache which they were pretty sure was more from the lack of sleep than anything else.
Hitoshi flailed about pathetically, trying to help them get sorted before patrol and making sure they were functioning before they left. Only once the two had left did they return to their room where Izuku was still sleeping soundly– how he had managed to sleep through the screeching and panic, Hitoshi had no idea, but it meant they could slip back into bed and curl around their boyfriend once more, so they wouldn’t complain. Instead they just let their fingers trace gently over what little of Izuku’s skin was exposed. Mostly they just relaxed into the comfort of Izuku’s presence.
Eventually, Izuku yawned, and Hitoshi smiled softly at him. “Hey, Izuku, love.” In return, their boyfriend just mumbled incoherently. “You feeling any better this morning?” Hitoshi hummed gently, enjoying the way Izuku practically melted into them as their hands ran soothingly through his hair.
“Mmmh,” Izuku complained grumpily, clearly having the same regrets as Denki had, but thankfully, unlike Denki, Izuku didn’t need to go into work.
“Do you need me to get you anything?” Hitoshi offered, but Izuku just shook his head, gripping tighter onto them. Right. He wanted cuddles instead. Now that, that Hitoshi could do. They stayed wrapped together for a long time before eventually, Hitoshi pulled away. It was getting towards early afternoon and they still hadn’t eaten anything. They reassured Izuku quietly, “I’ll be back in just a second, Izuku, love.”
“Nooooo,” Izuku groaned, holding on even tighter.
“I promise, I’ll be quick, love, just give me a few minutes and I’ll be back, and then we won’t have to get up at all, does that sound good?”
“No.” Izuku pouted, burying his face in Hitoshi’s shoulder. “Don’t leave me.”
“Ok, ok, how about you come with me, will that be better? I’ll carry you?” Hitoshi offered. Finally, Izuku nodded his agreement into their shoulder and his grip went hard as steel. It took Hitoshi a moment to struggle their way up to standing, but they got there, carrying their boyfriend out into the kitchen and setting him down on the counter next to the toaster. Maybe Hitoshi shouldn’t have been surprised when Izuku didn’t let go, but here they were.
“My entire body hurts,” Izuku whined, head resting on Hitoshi’s shoulder.
“Aw, darling,” Hitoshi hummed sympathetically, “Would you like me to get you some pain killers, hmm?”
“You’re not going anywhere without me.” Izuku said, and that was fine with them. “I’ll watch you piss, if it means I can stay with you.”
“Alright then, love,” Hitoshi chuckled lightly, shifting Izuku onto their hip so they could properly manoeuvre their arm, getting out some painkillers and pouring Izuku a glass of water, setting them both within reach on the counter before holding Izuku up with both hands, “I’ve got you, you can let go to take them.”
Once Izuku had done that, Hitoshi moved to their coffee machine, quickly setting it to make their usual, “Did you want coffee or tea or anything like that, love?”
“Make me whatever,” Izuku replied, resting comfortably against Hitoshi’s body. With a hum, Hitoshi grabbed another mug, setting the coffee machine to make a flat white since they were pretty sure Izuku preferred his coffees to have milk, and unfortunately while Hitoshi did have a very nice coffee machine – one of the only things in the house that was actually nice, because Bond seemed to understand how sacred a coffee machine was – they did not have a large range of coffee types since they were obnoxiously predictable, so they didn’t have anything to make a chai latte with.
Once the drinks were finished, Hitoshi took a grateful sip of their coffee– yes it was their second coffee of the day, of course they had gotten one when they got up to help Mina and Denki leave, no they didn’t care, they would happily drink ten in a single morning.
“Alright love, do you have any preferences for breakfast? I’d offer something nice like pancakes or waffles but I fear I don’t have any of the ingredients.”
“Mh-mh,” Izuku hummed, shaking his head. “I’m fine with anything.”
Hitoshi decided toast would take the least amount of effort and would be easy enough to eat in bed, so they set about making some. Once that was all sorted, they collected the mugs and plates onto a small tray and carefully walked back to the bed, setting Izuku down and clambering in after him. Their boyfriend continued to be clingy, not seeming willing to stop holding onto them for even a second, but they made it work, and Hitoshi made sure they both ate.
Not long after that, Izuku fell back asleep and Hitoshi settled for playing a game on their phone while they let Izuku curl up tightly into them. Eventually they got up, with Hitoshi pointing out that they should probably go back to Izuku’s place to feed Miko-chan. It took an almost concerning amount of time for them to get dressed since Izuku was still being clingy as fuck, but seeing their boyfriend wearing their clothes was enough of a beautiful sight to make it all worthwhile in Hitoshi’s point of view. Plus, they truly adored the clinginess.
Notes:
arbitrarynumb3er: I deadass thought Denki was going to make a joke about the two of them [read: Sapling and Toshi] being the reason the couch was broken, if you catch my drift lol. Alas, he was too busy reeling from the shock hahaha
huffi: and thats why they have the fortune teller role on our discord.---
izu: wonders if someone turned the heating on
huffi: this is killing me
bee: same---
toshi: hes my fav
denki: same
mina: i thought ur scared of him?
denki: bcs i am!!!!!---
honorary mention for all the monopoly cards we came up with bcs those r fucking hilarious !!!!
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huffi, going thru the notes we made for memes on the chapter:
dildo:
huffi:
dildo:
huffi: ik we read this yesterday but i ALREADY forgot its existence again. what a delight to rediscover---
this whole interaction:
“No thanks, I’ve got a boyfriend,” Hitoshi grinned, leaning their head onto Izuku’s shoulder happily.
“That boyfriend is me. Back off,”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>---
izu: sucking is quite nice, actually
huffi: wild
bee: fcking feral---
denki: weve been playing this for 4 hrs and u still call me chargebolt
huffi: first of all, WE SKIPPED FOUR HOURS???
huffi: second of all, izuku spent FOUR hours without addressing denki, thats fucking hilarious---
"don’t talk to my boyfriend that way, bitch boy"
huffi: *accidentally reads bees line when editing*
bee: woah hey, dont talk to my character that way, bitch---
"grabbing Denki’s dildo"
huffi and bee: burst out laughing
(as in, we spent a full minute taking a break from reading mid sentence bcs we couldnt stop laughing)---
"hands returning to his hair" originally was "hands fluttering his hair once more"
bee, reading aloud: hands- what now-
huffi: and thats why we need to edit---
bee: hitoshi looked down at their boyfriend in shock and concern
huffi: shocking concern, lmao.---
izu: toshi, we need to get the corpse back1!!
huffi: imagine that out of context---
toshi, not HAVING a couch: id offer u the couch, but uh...
---
bee, reading aloud:
bee, finishing a paragraph: aight ill go get a drink rq
huffi, reading the next line: oh yeah, thatd be great, thanks---
izu: ill watch u piss
huffi: kinky
bee: freak---
izu: make me whatever
bee: make me yours---
the calm before the storm :) -huffi
what a beautiful chapter amiright? - bee
HUGE shout out to the amazing Robyn_nonbinary202 who made an EPIC edit inspired by this fic, go show it all the love: https://youtube.com/shorts/AH10OZpjjWU?si=szHOvRfzAKOChXRs
Chapter 20: imagine letting them catch a break?? couldnt be us
Notes:
(insert ch21's title) -huffi
I... uh... i love this, please don't hate me by the end - bee
prepare for: quirk discrimination, ableism (like comments like "faker" when izuku stands up from his wheelchair), physical assault for no reason, dissociation, panic attacks, discrimination based on looks, authority that should be put in jail for the way they act, uhhh, basically its a Bad One (toshis apartment staff goes too far lol), nightmare, mmm.....
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
When they were finally ready to go, with Bond back in his carrier and on Izuku’s lap, they headed downstairs. Toshi’s hand rested on Izuku’s arm, letting him have the touch he was craving without making it difficult for him to move his wheelchair.
They were almost out the front door when a body came barreling into Toshi, sending him crashing to the floor and almost knocking Izuku out of his chair in the process. Izuku gripped onto his wheelchair tightly, gaze snapping over to where Toshi was pinned to the ground by a security guard. He looked just in time to see the man slam Toshi’s head back into the ground when he tried to look at Izuku, and he winced at how it must’ve hurt.
“No sudden movements, villain,” The security guard snarled. Toshi froze and Izuku felt deeply disturbed.
“Excuse me, what the fuck?” he called out, already moving closer with his wheelchair as the security guard called for backup. “Why are you attacking my boyfriend without reason? He did nothing wrong!”
No one moved. “Let. Him. Go,” Izuku demanded, but the guard wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence. “You’re hurting him. This is illegal and I’m going to file a fucking complaint about this place and every single staff member here. This is not how you treat a law-abiding citizen.”
His heart broke upon seeing Toshi tremble in fear, hands shaking wildly on the ground. He had to– he had to do something, had to help Toshi, had to– His body dully started hurting, pain still numbed from the pills Toshi gave him earlier, and he realised with a start, that he was standing up, next to the security guard laying on the ground. He’d check on Toshi, make sure he was okay, but the threat wasn’t over, he shouldn’t take his eyes off danger. “I said leave him alone. He’s done nothing wrong!”
“You’re a fucking fake!” the man yelled and at this point, the words didn’t even hurt anymore. “Using a wheelchair when you don’t even need one! What are you? Lazy or entitled? Are you trying to get sympathy or some shit? And he’s done nothing wrong? In what world? People don’t get scars like that unless they need to be muzzled. If he needed to be muzzled, he must be a fucking villain. I don’t make the rules, faker, I just enforce them.”
Anger filled Izuku so hot and white, for a moment, his vision blurred. “How dare you,” he spit. “How dare you call a human as amazing as Toshi a fucking villain. He did nothing wrong, humans are assholes and the people who did that to him are the villains. I could even go as far as calling you a villain, attacking someone based on assumptions you made due to their appearance. Fuck you.”
He’d hardly finished talking when the guard leapt at him, back colliding with the ground hard and the pain suddenly got so bad that he couldn’t breathe for a moment. There went the effectiveness of the painkillers. A punch caused his head to snap to the side, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as his collision with the ground. Placing his hands on the guard, he tried throwing the man off himself. The guard kept a tight grip on Izuku, pain intensifying with every movement. Everything around them disappeared, it was just Izuku, pain and the hands causing it.
“I’m simply–” The guard started with a snarl and Izuku didn’t know what happened, but all of a sudden, he froze. He blinked up through tears – Wow, when had he started crying? – and saw the man’s eyes glazed over, as if he’d dissociated and his mind was at a faraway place.
“–off him.” Toshi’s voice came through to Izuku and he was surprised to find that the man listened, for a split second. Then he remembered Toshi’s quirk. (“I can control people.”) “Leave us alone. Go away.”
With fascination, Izuku watched as the man walked away, only to startle when police cars came to a stop in front of the building, followed by Tentacole running around the corner. A few security guards were circling Toshi as if he was a fucking wild animal or some sort of prey.
“STOP.”
Relief flooded through Izuku when the guards listened, not moving closer to Toshi– but unfortunately also not moving further away.
“Pro Hero Tentacole, what is the situation?” Tentacole asked as a pair of police officers came up to Izuku, helping him up and sit back in his wheelchair. He had to bite his tongue to hold back his screams.
A few guards stammered something, no clear answer coming out, so Izuku took the initiative, throat aching from screaming and crying. “The guards attacked Hitoshi unprovoked. We did nothing wrong. Hitoshi lives in the building, but every time he enters or leaves, someone holds him up because of some stupid fucking reason.”
No one else said a thing. Toshi’s gaze hesitantly met Izuku’s. “Confirm,” Tentacole demanded, and Toshi’s head immediately snapped back to look at the hero. Tentacole pushed through the guards still ready to attack his sweet, sweet boyfriend, who looked so scared and lost and it hurt Izuku to see Toshi like that. As he walked up to Toshi – who flinched with every step – the guards mumbled over one another, saying something about lies and Izuku wanted to help his boyfriend so badly, hug him and tell him it’d be okay. But one of the police officers was checking his face. “Not you,” Tentacole interrupted the guards, looking right at Hitoshi. “Him. – Hitoshi, was it?” Izuku absentmindedly accepted the cold compress as Toshi just stared at Tentacole with his eyes wide open. “Is it true? Were you attacked unprovoked?”
“Don’t let him talk! He has a mind control quirk! He used it on Hanasu!” one of the guards yelled and immediately, the rage slammed into him once more at full speed.
“In self defense!” Izuku screamed, fury leaking through his words.
When Toshi just kept shaking silently, whole body looking as if he was about to keel over, Tentacole said, “Hitoshi, it’s okay. Look at me, not them. Ignore them.” Izuku’s heart hurt upon seeing the way Toshi carefully moved to look at the hero. “Breathe. I just need to know what happened. Were you attacked unprovoked?”
Toshi’s gaze flickered over to Izuku and he could see the panic in his eyes, before Hitoshi nodded.
“Okay. Thank you. I believe you. Would you like to press charges?” Relief flooded Izuku once more, grateful for someone with a brain being on their side. Then he remembered that Tentacole used to be in class A together with Mina and Denki– That meant he should be safe, right? He could see Toshi moving his head, about to shake his disagreement, so he quickly started talking.
“Yes. Yes, we do want to. I would like to report the entire building’s staff.”
Tentacole looked at Izuku and nodded, “Alright, you’ll need to file a report at the police station. I can accompany you there.”
“Thank you, that’d be great,” Izuku said, finally putting the cold compress into his lap and moving over to the two of them as Tentacole ordered the police to take statements from the security guards.
Hitoshi didn’t move, painfully silent and almost frozen outside of the clearly uncontrollable tremors that wracked his whole body. “Toshi, love,” he murmured, getting close enough to touch if he just lifted his hand, but he wasn’t sure if touch was something Toshi was okay with, in a stage like this. “Love, hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” No response. “I’m going to touch you now,” Izuku warned, then he carefully reached for Toshi’s hands, fingertips lightly running across Toshi’s fingers.
Hitoshi’s previously blank eyes flickered down to his hands for a second before focusing on Izuku’s face. It took a long moment before recognition set in. Izuku smiled, not even aware of the tears of pain still running down his face. “Hey, love. It’s okay. I’m here.” Toshi’s hand moved towards his face, cupping it slightly and rubbing his thumb along the tears, a whine escaping him despite the way his lips were pressed tightly together. “It’s all good. Come, let’s get into the car, love,” Izuku murmured, taking Toshi’s hand from his face and placing a kiss to the back of it.
Placing the hand on Izuku’s shoulder, they followed Tentacole to one of the two police cars, the hero already ready to help Izuku get in, when Toshi’s entire body locked up, eyes set on the car. The grip on his shoulder tightened.
“Toshi, it’s okay. We’re just filing a report. We’re going back to my place right after, okay?”
But the man just barely shook his head.
“Love, you’re safe. I’m going to make sure you stay safe. And as soon as we’ve filed the reports, we’ll go home. And I’ll cuddle with you. Miko-chan will, too. I’ll even convince Bond. I’m here. I’m staying. You’re safe.”
Hesitantly, Toshi stepped forward, eyeing the car like it was his worst enemy. “I’ll get in first, ok? That way you know they won’t leave without me. I’m staying. I’m here.” He gestured for Tentacole’s help, placing Bond’s carrier on the middle seat before he was lifted up and into the car. Tentacole promised to put his wheelchair into the trunk and Izuku carefully moved Bond’s carrier to the other side of the car so he could scoot into the middle seat – not without sparks of pain shooting through his body, causing a whimper he couldn’t hold back.
Hitoshi’s eyes snapped up, seeming to be almost readying to fight for a second before he calmed at the sight of Izuku smiling at him from the car and Bond meowing with excitement. What he had found now to be screaming like that, Izuku had no idea, but he was too focused on Toshi to check.
“Come on in, love. It’s perfectly safe. You’re okay.”
Slowly, carefully, Toshi bowed his head to get through the car door, sliding into the last seat before closing the door. Izuku watched him put on his seatbelt with shaky hands before offering his own hands, which his boyfriend took instantly. When Izuku looked up, he saw Tentacole sitting in the passenger seat, next to a giant cat-human. Surprised, he blinked, gently squeezing Toshi’s hands and subtly nodding at the driver, whose head was entirely cat, with ears and fur and everything.
— * —
Hitoshi’s eyes widened at the sight of the driver, squeezing Izuku’s hands back, unable to help the excitement at the sight. He could physically feel the way his body relaxed, trusting the cat-officer inherently. Letting his brain focus entirely on that and Izuku, he tried to calm himself as much as possible. Hitoshi watched, almost entranced as the officer’s ears twitched slightly. That, combined with the calming circles Izuku was rubbing on his hand, was enough to have his muscles forcing his lips together to relax slightly by the end of the drive. At the moment, he still didn’t think he could force himself to form words, but his jaw was nowhere near as tightly clenched as it had been.
Stepping out of the car, Hitoshi kept a close eye on Izuku, who whimpered in pain as he scooted from the middle to the side. Watching carefully, Hitoshi made sure none of the officers hurt Izuku as they helped him into his wheelchair. Only once Izuku had passed the cold compress away and Bond’s carrier had been set comfortably back on Izuku’s lap did Hitoshi allow himself to be ushered inside, staying close enough to his boyfriend for their arms to brush against each other comfortingly.
“At least I found them!” Hitoshi’s head snapped up, instantly recognising Denki’s loud, excited, voice that cut over the soft bustling noise of the station. Before he could find the man though, his eyes landed on an officer he recognised from the last time he had been arrested. The man who had pressed for him to be sent to Tartarus. Hitoshi’s hand immediately gripped tightly onto the side of Izuku’s wheelchair, his head ducking down quickly, suddenly remembering the court’s words. ‘This time will be a fine, but if you end up here again, it will be prison.’ Hitoshi just knew the officer would make sure that happened if he noticed.
“Can you go get Detective Tsukauchi to meet me in meeting room B?” Tentacole’s neutral but commanding voice asked, and immediately the intern he must have been talking to rushed off.
With that, Tentacole led them towards a hallway. Faintly, Hitoshi heard Denki’s voice again, but he didn’t dare raise his head to look around for the man. “I’m not avoiding work, I just wanna know why Mezo wants you in a meeting room! That usually means it’s important, maybe you’ll need me!”
Hitoshi hesitated at the door Tentacole was holding open, taking a long breath before stepping in. He couldn’t exactly try to escape now. That would only go poorly for everyone involved. A hand gently sneaked into his free one, squeezing comfortingly. Looking over at Izuku – head kept low – he saw the man smiling reassuringly. “It’s okay, love.”
“Hitoshi? Izuku? What are you doing here?”
Before Hitoshi could even think about opening his mouth – which he probably wouldn’t be able to do, anyway – Tentacole spoke up. “You know them, Chargebolt?”
Denki bounded over to them, throwing an arm around Hitoshi’s shoulder, who was still looking down. “Of course I know them, we had a lot of fun last night!” Why did Denki have to make everything sound so fucking sus. Hitoshi could just barely see Izuku raise his eyebrows in amusement, before Denki added, “That’s my delulu bestie and his super gay boyfriend Izuku, who is also Mina’s secret best friend. So what’s going on, why are y’all here?”
“Why does everyone call me Mina’s secret best friend– You know what, that’s not important. We’re here to report the staff of that stupid ass apartment building Toshi lives in. You don’t coincidentally have anything you could say to help Toshi’s case?” Izuku, his saviour, his saint, his everything, explained. Fuck, Hitoshi was so glad Izuku was here.
“Boy, do I! There’s a reason I use Hito’s window to get in.”
Then, a new voice spoke up. It was older and a little more serious than Tentacole’s. “Well, then, let’s get started.”
Hitoshi couldn’t help the way his head snapped up, recognising the voice instantly. The only officer who didn’t actively try to get Hitoshi sent to Tartarus. In fact, the detective’s quirk was the entire reason Hitoshi’s case only resulted in a large fine. The court couldn’t exactly deny that Hitoshi wasn’t maliciously using his quirk when the truth detector said he wasn’t. Still, it had been his second offence of using his quirk in public, so it wasn’t exactly the best situation.
They entered the room, sitting on one end of the giant table in the meeting room. “Ahh,” Detective Tsukuachi sighed, clearly recognising him, “What happened, kid?”
“Physical assault without reason,” Izuku spoke up, holding Toshi’s hand. “All we did was exit the building, when someone threw him on the ground. We did what was necessary to defend ourselves. But I’ve had enough, these people have no sense of humanity, all they do is judge Toshi based on looks and call him a villain when he’s not and accuse him of things he stole or did, when he didn’t.” Detective Tsukauchi asked for the address, then turned to look at Hitoshi.
“I thought I suggested you move out of there,” Tsukuachi pointed out and Hitoshi dropped his head. He knew he needed to explain, he really had tried to follow the man’s advice, it just wasn’t that easy. Hitoshi looked around for a second, not wanting to speak, but needing to justify his choice. For a moment, his gaze stopped at Tentacole. The man’s mask was off, displaying a row of scars on his jaw, as he followed the conversation with a serious look on his face. Eventually, Hitoshi remembered his phone, and quickly typed out a message.
i tried to leave. no where else would take me i couldnt go back to being homeless. not again.
Izuku leaned in to read, his presence comforting next to him, before reading the text aloud.
“It’s illegal to refuse residency based on discrimination,” Detective Tsukuachi pointed out, “Why didn’t you file a report?”
Hitoshi just raised his furrowed eyebrows, giving the man an incredulous look. The detective seemed to understand, not pressing that specific issue.
“Can I kill them, Tsuki?” Denki asked, his tone almost pouty, giving the man the biggest puppy eyes Hitoshi has ever seen on the idiot.
“No, you cannot. You are a hero. And what have I said about calling me that?”
“That you love it? He loves it, Hito, trust me,” Denki grinned, before his face turned more serious, “Alright, what’s the plan of attack? I have no intention of letting this slide, now that Hitoshi is making an official report on the place.”
They proceeded to file and sign documents, with Denki making witness statements and Izuku doing all the talking for Hitoshi. No one commented on his lack of speaking, not once. It was weirdly refreshing to have an experience at a police station that wasn’t him actively being arrested.
As the two were preparing to leave, Denki stopped them, his expression resolved. “Hitoshi, you are not going back to your apartment without me or one of my friends. Sorry, Izuku, but you are not trained for this and should never have been put in this situation.”
Despite wanting to argue that he would be fine, that he should be able to go to his apartment when he felt like it, he really couldn’t. Especially not now that he had officially reported them, likely causing them to hate him even more than before.
Once Hitoshi had agreed and Denki had settled, they were introduced to the cat officer, Officer Sansa, a friend of Detective Tsukauchi. The man drove them to Izuku’s place– not without several complaints from Denki who had to return to patrol despite clearly hating leaving Hitoshi and Izuku alone.
“What do you want to do?” Izuku hummed once they were inside the flat, having already fed poor Miko-chan who had gone more than 24 hours without food.
Hitoshi knew how sore Izuku was right now, even just in the chair he shifted every so often, clearly trying to relieve some of the pain. It made the choice easy for him.
cuddles in bed? Hitoshi typed, and when Izuku readily agreed, he manoeuvred them both into Izuku’s room with ease, and then with a whole lot less ease, helped Izuku out of his chair and into the bed. The man sighed in relief, not moving for a few seconds upon landing on the mattress, eyes falling closed until Hitoshi climbed in next to him and they scooted around for a moment. They found a comfortable position almost instinctually, Hitoshi’s head on Izuku’s chest and the rest of his body curled around Izuku as best he could.
For a long time, they just stayed there, neither of them moving or talking, just breathing and existing together. Hitoshi did eventually pull away enough to look up at Izuku, opening his mouth for the first time in hours, “I love you.”
Just three words, but Hitoshi needed to say them. He needed Izuku to know. He wanted to say more, wanted to tell Izuku just how much he loved him, but even three words felt like a mountain of effort fighting off his instincts to stay silent.
“I love you, too,” Izuku replied easily, pressing a loving kiss to Hitoshi’s temple. “You’re amazing, you’re so beautiful. You’re so strong. I love you so much, kitty.”
Hitoshi whined slightly at the words, both loving and hating how beautiful they were. Izuku deserved someone who was normal. Someone who didn’t get like this, unable to express his love the way he so badly wanted to. Hitoshi settled for pressing a long kiss on Izuku’s lips. Gentle as anything but yet somehow just as desperate as so many of their other kisses.
Hitoshi sighed softly, settling his head back down, this time on Izuku’s shoulder so he could still look up at and admire his beautiful boyfriend without having to keep his head raised. Slowly, Hitoshi felt himself slip into sleep, exhausted by the day.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE. Hitoshi couldn’t fucking breathe no matter how much he tried to, his hands desperately clawing at his face. Eyes wide he looked to Izuku, desperately hoping for help from the man he had fallen asleep next to before waking up here, but Izuku only shook his head and left him alone. Alone. Alone. Hitoshi was alone. The muzzle was back, and Hitoshi was alone. No matter how much he tried to claw at the thing or press it away from his face or do anything at all, it just got tighter. Tighter and tighter, cutting into his face, cutting into him and ripping at his old scars. When it had been put on it had fit perfectly, sitting in the scars like they were made to hold it, like HE was made to wear it. Now, though? Now it was tight, biting into his skin and digging even deeper. It had a contraption that made every attempt to escape cause it to tighten, but even knowing that, Hitoshi couldn’t fucking stop. He needed to get out. He needed to escape. He needed to fucking BREATHE.
A choked sob escaped him and the mechanism clamped impossibly tighter around his mouth, alerted by the sound. Everything hurt so fucking much. The muzzle was bad enough on its own, but the way his body cracked with dried blood over beatings upon beatings upon beatings wasn’t helping. The alcohol rubbed into all the smaller injuries coating his body, the small circular burns on his back, the skin rubbed raw under the chains attached to his hands. All of it. Worse though were the last words he had heard, now echoing painfully in his mind. Izuku’s words.
“You had to know this would happen. Even you can’t have been that stupid– to think I could ever care for a monster, right?”
Monster. That was who Hitoshi was. That was what he was. He had known. There was a reason he never told people. There was a reason he never went outside if he could avoid it. There was a reason he ordered food in, whether that be pre-made or groceries, he always had it delivered. There was a reason he was a faceless streamer. There was a reason he never let himself get close enough to anyone to call them friends. It had been so fucking STUPID to ever let himself fall in love. He knew better. He knew not to. Yet here he was, painfully, brutally in love and reaping the punishment for his idiocy.
Another sob broke out, far beyond Hitoshi’s control and the muzzle tightened, ripping through his skin, deeper than ever before, blood flowing from the wounds, almost choking him. Screams came, horridly loud, only exacerbating the pain as it tightened faster and deeper, but Hitoshi couldn’t stop them coming, louder and louder, too distant from his desperate attempts to rein them in.
Notes:
huffi: can u add some memes for this chapter?
bee: *stares at deeply unfunny chapter*
bee: i'll do my damn best----
izu: y tf is bond so excited
bond, who thinks car=vet and vet=more space to cause chaos: >:)---
izu: And I’ll cuddle with you. Miko-chan will, too. I’ll even convince Bond.
bond: woah what am i getting signed up for---
"Bond meowing with excitement. What he had found now to be screaming like that, Izuku had no idea"
bee (who knows): :D
Officer Sansa (who also knows): *deep sigh*---
"an officer he recognised from the last time he had been arrested"
bee who just casually dropped that lore: hehe
also bee who hadn't seen that coming until the day before when toshi had appeared and was like "oh yeah i was arrested once before btw" and was sent reeling from that discovery
(don't question it, toshi lives rent free in bee's brain and only tells them most things-)---
denki: “Of course I know them, we had a lot of fun last night!”
bee: why did that sound so sus
toshi (internally): Why did Denki have to make everything sound so fucking sus
bee: u get me
huffi: .... because he lives in ur head?
bee: because he lives in my head.---
denki: Can I kill them, Tsuki?”
tsukuachi: No, you cannot. You are a hero. And what have I said about calling me that?
denki: That you love it? He loves it, Hito, trust me
tsukuachi: *long suffering sigh*
bee: that means yes, he does love it secretly---
this chapter fought me so hard ngl, i remember bee n i wrote it for the first time in toshis pov and then i was like no i dont like this and then bee went to sleep and im pretty sure i either rewrote the entire first scene in izus pov up until where toshis pov starts the same night or that was the chapter where i took an entire day off from writing this fic bcs i was feeling a little very pressured about it and then the next day i felt better and wrote izus pov then... idk anymore tho.... -huffi
look... i'm sorry- no i really am! the angst machine took over me while i wrote this chapter and honestly i ADORE it, so rlly im not that sorry, but im sorry u gotta wait till monday for the next chapter? XD anyways i hope u enjoyed! i did my best to find some memes to lighten up the chapter a bit? it's a good start for october the month of whump tho i suppose LMAO - bee
oh also yall should go watch the video ive posted on my insta/tiktok/yt/the discord server cuz ive been looking forward to this vid for ages and am DEEPLY proud of it hehe - bee
Chapter 21: hurt and maybe some comfort (ok fine its lots of comfort– thats like the entire plot of this chapter)
Notes:
wow i just realised that i absolutely FAILED my last chapter note.... i meant insert ch28's title, lol. :) -huffi
i was very confused but i just accepted it, chapter 28's title makes a lot more sense for that note tho LMAOO - bee
prepare for: panic attack, dissociation,.. i think thats it?
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Izuku jerked awake, eyes staring wide open at the ceiling. He blinked. What had woken him up? For a second, he tried to remember whether he’d set an alarm, whether he needed to get up in the morning for something, if that was why he’d woken up, but the thought was quickly forgotten when Toshi whimpered in his sleep, followed by a blood-curdling scream.
Immediately, Izuku looked over to his boyfriend in concern, finding the man curled away from him and clawing at his face – Izuku squinted – fuck, was it bleeding? “Toshi,” he gasped, sitting up and trying to catch his hands from causing any more harm. “Toshi, it’s okay. You’re safe. It’s okay. Wake up, love.” Finally, he managed to pry Toshi’s hands away. His fingernails dug into the skin on Izuku’s hands and he wouldn’t be surprised if those wounds started bleeding, too, but it would be better than Hitoshi hurting himself. “Wake up,” he breathed, concern filling every fibre of his being as Toshi started screaming again, throwing his body around to get out of Izuku’s grasp, but his grip was tight as steel.
Suddenly, Toshi practically lunged away from him, eyes flying open, a scream still coming from his lips even as he woke up. Izuku’s grip slipped as Toshi tried to put as much distance as possible between them, even going as far as throwing himself out of the bed.
“Toshi–” Izuku choked, eyes wide as he watched his boyfriend going back to scratching open old wounds.
“Please- I’m sorry– I– I’ll be quiet, please just don’t make me wear it, please,” Toshi sobbed, practically curling into the corner of the room, back pressed hard into the walls.
Izuku didn’t even think, he simply crawled out of bed, ignoring the way his body ached with complaints and moved until he was back close to Toshi, but still kept a reasonable distance of a little more than a metre. “Love,” he whispered. “Love, it’s okay. You’re safe, you’re with me, I’m here.” His heart broke into a million tiny pieces when he watched Toshi shield his face with his arms, leaning away as far as he could – which, given their current location, wasn’t far. To ease up a little, Izuku scooted back a little further, but not too far. “Love, it’s okay. You’re safe, I love you. I won’t hurt you. I’m here. I won’t hurt you. Breathe, love.”
Toshi shoved a fist into his mouth, clearly trying to hold back a sob, muffling the sound as much as he could. Izuku’s hands hovered, urging to touch, but scared to make it worse.
“You’re allowed to make noise, it’s okay. Let me hear you, love. I love you so much.” Izuku thought back to when he’d managed to snap Toshi out of his frozen state by touching his hand and tried to assure himself that it’d be okay, that he wouldn’t make it worse by touching, but anxiety still made him not do it, hands hovering shakily as he tried to hold back tears and choked out reassurances. “It’s okay,” he murmured, eventually letting his hands slowly get close to Toshi, fingers lightly curling around his boyfriend’s wrists to pull his hands away and stop him from causing harm. He held his breath when Toshi went rigid, entire body tensing as he prepared for pain– that Izuku would never allow to come. “It’s okay, I’m here,” he whispered, exhaling in relief when Toshi finally relaxed.
Izuku kept whispering comforting words, his fingers gently rubbing over the backs of Toshi’s hands until eventually the man spoke, the word halted and uncertain, but there nonetheless, “Zu?”
“Hey, love,” Izuku murmured, “You’re okay. It’s okay. It was just a nightmare.”
Hitoshi almost threw himself forwards, wrapping his arms around Izuku desperately and burying his face into his shoulder, sobs spilling out, ripping through his whole body as he shook violently in Izuku’s arms. All he could do was hold him, hold him and let him know he was there, that even as he was falling apart, Izuku would be there, ready to catch the broken pieces and put them back together. Despite the tears in his eyes, Izuku didn’t cry. No, he focused on Toshi, taking care of his love, making sure he knew Izuku would stay; would hold him forever if he needed to.
After what might’ve been hours, Toshi finally seemed to calm down, sniffling and breathing more calmly, but Izuku kept rubbing gentle circles into his back. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispered. Without warning, Toshi pulled back just the barest bit, whining as he observed Izuku. “It’s okay,” he repeated, as he’d been doing for most of the day, but Toshi pulled away further, grasping at Izuku as if he wanted to pick him up, despite being unable to find the strength to. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m okay, you’re okay,” Izuku murmured, not minding their position on the floor one bit – even though the reason for that was probably that his body felt so numb from pain that he couldn’t feel it anymore. Toshi whimpered and whined, then finally managed to pick Izuku up, staggering the whole way to the bed and almost dropping Izuku the second it would’ve been safe enough. He wouldn’t have been upset if he did.
Instead, Toshi gently placed him down, the two of them finding a comfortable position in bed quickly. Izuku had his arms around Toshi’s shoulders, fingers carding softly through his hair as they shared the pillow, eyes locked on one another. Gentle, loving words kept spilling from Izuku’s lips, assuring his boyfriend how much he loved him with every letter his tongue formed. Toshi didn’t form any actual words, but something in his high pitched, yet quiet whines and shameful expressions told Izuku everything he needed to know – and he wouldn’t accept the apologies for something Toshi couldn’t control.
“Don’t do that,” Izuku shushed softly, right hand massaging circles into Toshi’s neck as his left hand remained buried in his boyfriend’s hair. “There’s nothing to apologise for, love.”
Toshi didn’t seem to accept the words, but he did stop whining somewhat and Izuku moved a little closer, leaning their foreheads together. It was soothing to have Toshi this up close.
“You’re okay. I’m okay. Everything’s okay. Rest, love. I’m here. I’ll stay.” He moved his head to press a quick kiss to Toshi’s forehead, then leaned their foreheads together again.
Izuku’s eyes occasionally flicked to the clock on the wall, time inching towards six in the morning, but the room stayed dark due to his black black-out curtains. Eventually, Toshi’s eyes fell closed, but he could tell the man didn’t sleep. He wanted so desperately to stay awake with Toshi, to not leave him alone, but his hands had gotten tired, stilling in his hair and his body ached; mixed with Toshi’s even breaths and his comforting body warmth so up close, the fight against sleep was a losing battle and he drifted off.
— * —
Hitoshi hated this. Hated how long it had taken him to actually register what was happening. Hated how he had just let Izuku sit there in a way he knew would hurt him. He should have been better. He should never have let that fucking dream get to him like that, but it had felt so fucking real. Even now, with Izuku curled up close, sleeping soundly, Hitoshi couldn’t stop his hands from tracing his scars, memories of the dream and of his past both flashing up to the surface. Sleep was far from him, and even if it came close, Hitoshi would do everything he could to fight it off. He wasn’t ready to risk going back there, to see Izuku in that light again. Still, he felt no need to get up, more than happy to simply watch Izuku, his hands occasionally leaving his face to trace Izuku’s or to run through the man’s hair.
Eventually, Izuku woke, and Hitoshi was there to greet him– albeit silently. He cupped his half asleep boyfriend’s face, pressing a featherlight kiss to his forehead. “Good morning, kitty,” Izuku mumbled. “Sorry, I fell asleep.”
In reply, Hitoshi hummed gently, pressing yet another kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. They stayed there for a long time, both finding comfort in each other’s quiet company and soft touches. After some unknown amount of time, Izuku spoke again, “I need to film some videos today, wanna get up with me and have breakfast?”
Hitoshi immediately nodded, following Izuku out of bed and helping him back into his wheelchair. He hovered close by Izuku as they moved throughout the apartment, never getting further than a foot from him. Izuku didn’t seem at all upset about the fact, instead letting Hitoshi get all the touch and quiet company he could ask for. When Izuku filmed, Hitoshi curled up on the couch behind Izuku, wrapped into a blanket as he watched his boyfriend do his thing. Once Izuku was done with filming and moved on to editing, Hitoshi quickly claimed a spot on Izuku’s lap, head resting on his shoulder.
During dinner – cheese pizzas from Hitoshi’s favourite place, because of course Izuku would remember that those were his safe food – Hitoshi finally found the confidence to speak, though his voice was shaky, the words were still easy enough to make out which was better than it had been in the past. “Thank y– you– I l– love you.”
Izuku paused, looking up from his plate, then smiled with a look on his face so lovingly that Hitoshi didn’t know what to do with the feelings that flooded him. Izuku truly was too pure and adoring for this world, “There’s nothing you need to thank me for– I love you, too, Toshi.”
Hitoshi smiled softly, forcing his hands to stay by his plate rather than creeping up to touch his scars, almost wanting to check they were still there, that Izuku was still able to see them. It was stupid, he knew that, but some part of him simply could not believe that anyone could love him– let alone care for him– with these disgusting scars. He knew it was wrong, knew Izuku didn’t care about them at all– maybe even liked them– but that didn’t take away the incredulous sensation.
“You’re so– so per– perfect,” Hitoshi murmured, still not quite able to believe he managed to ever find someone as amazing as Izuku was, especially when Izuku spoke his next words without hesitation.
“So are you.”
For the rest of the night, Hitoshi didn’t speak much, but he did manage some responses, doing his best to be the boyfriend Izuku deserved. Sleep avoided him again, unsurprisingly– his insomnia wasn’t helpful at the best of times, but Izuku had curled on top of Hitoshi, falling asleep there like the world’s best weighted blanket. It worked wonders for avoiding his anxiety, letting his mind focus entirely on Izuku; Izuku’s beautiful forest green curls, Izuku’s defined arm muscles, still clear despite his relaxed posture, Izuku’s adorable face, his even cuter soft smile that remained in his sleep. Every single aspect of Izuku was fucking gorgeous, the constallation of freckles on his face, the stunningly long lashes that fluttered slightly in Izuku’s sleep, even his fucking back with its sexy back muscles, accentuated by the scars that stretched across. Then there were his pretty and soft hands with calluses from using his wheelchair, but remaining soft, despite their strength. Hell, as Hitoshi’s gaze admired his boyfriend’s beautiful face, he noticed the small, thin lines of tiny scars scattered across his face, not truly visible unless you really looked. Each tiny part of him was so fucking alluring it made Hitoshi unable to look away, leaving him perfectly happy to not sleep, even if he knew he should probably try to.
Once again, Hitoshi found himself awake as Izuku slowly woke, but this time Hitoshi was able to form words, completely relaxed and comfortable with Izuku’s presence, “Hey love,” Hitoshi murmured gently, his hands rubbing lightly along his boyfriend’s sides, appreciating how he was able to enjoy the cuteness that was Izuku waking up. He smiled as Izuku yawned slightly and looked up at him.
“Mmm, morning, honey. How’d you sleep?” Izuku mumbled, voice rough with sleep, which was fucking stunning. Hitoshi could admit through his matching yawn that he was more than a little out of it still, but this time it wasn’t so much the barely functioning through the dissociation, and much more to do with the lack of sleep.
“Couldn’t sleep, but your presence made it feel amazing,” Hitoshi replied, not wanting to lie to his boyfriend, but also doing his best to make sure Izuku wasn’t too worried about him.
Izuku frowned slightly at him, clearly not unworried despite Hitoshi’s attempts, “You didn’t sleep? At all?”
“Insomnia wouldn’t let me, but I’m ok; you’re here,” Hitoshi explained gently, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head, “This happens sometimes. I wasn’t trying not to sleep if that’s what you’re worried about, love.”
Ok, Hitoshi could admit that he hadn’t wanted to sleep, but sleep hadn’t even gotten close enough for him to have any need to make the decision on if he would fight it off or not.
“Oh. I’m sorry, love. How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay. You’re beautiful, you know?” Hitoshi hummed, rolling so they could be face to face, carefully holding onto Izuku so he wouldn’t move away and cupping his face, bringing it close enough for him to press kisses to each of the small scars he had noticed in the night but hadn’t been able to reach without fear of waking Izuku.
His boyfriend blushed bright red, only making himself even more fucking stunning as he did so, spluttering slightly over Hitoshi’s words. If Hitoshi was always able to make Izuku react like that, he would die happy.
Just like the day prior, Hitoshi followed Izuku around resolutely, although where previously he had been numbly shadowing the man, he was no longer numb, and was following with far more emotion behind it. He let Izuku lead everything, too tired to work out what he wanted to eat or do, happy to trust in his boyfriend to make those decisions. At some point, he found himself clambering into Izuku’s lap, sitting sideways so he could put his head on his shoulder and relax as Izuku moved through his apartment with ease.
“Is it okay if I stream today, love?” Izuku asked once he had finished whatever it was he had been doing– Hitoshi had been too busy admiring his boyfriend’s jawline to know exactly what Izuku had been doing, but he didn’t exactly mind.
“Yup,” Hitoshi replied, popping the p slightly, “As long as I can stay?”
“Of course, kitty.”
Hitoshi hummed happily, burying his face into Izuku’s neck, pressing a few kisses to it as he did so. He watched tiredly as Izuku set up the stream, not particularly interested, but not minding the familiar process. He waited until after Izuku had done his intro– appreciating how calm and soft Izuku was being– before speaking, and even when he spoke, he let himself be quiet, not saying much of anything. He wanted Izuku to be the star of his stream and honestly Hitoshi was only here for Izuku, not the chat, so they could suffer. Hitoshi just wanted to be in the presence of Izuku and make sure his boyfriend knew he was still paying attention.
Izuku didn’t seem to mind at all, just happily talking away, with Hitoshi only chiming in on odd occasions, usually just to add his quiet agreement or a thoughtful hum. That being said, he didn’t miss the chat going insane over his sleepy voice and a variety of other things, but he truly couldn’t be bothered dealing with that when he could just relax in Izuku’s arms.
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Izuku smiled at the screen as Toshi dozed with his head on his shoulder. Finally his boyfriend was getting at least some sort of sleep. He was playing Animal Crossing; had purposefully picked a calm game so Toshi could just vibe in peace. Chat was very excited about sleepy CatasToshi, but Izuku didn’t comment on any of the messages. Instead, he chatted with them about other things, answering random questions and talking with everyone about their days. It was nice, just having Toshi curled up with him, his body warmth so up close.
After Toshi had admitted to not sleeping, he’d been pretty worried, and Toshi had seemed a little out of it the entire day – just like yesterday – but Izuku made sure to take care of him and now his love had finally found some time to catch up on the missed sleep. He was sort of proud, actually. Unable to help it, he pressed a gentle kiss to Toshi’s temple, listening to him whine in his sleep. He smiled wider, loving his boyfriend’s whimpers and whines – but only if they originated from something good.
The stream lasted until late, because Izuku lost track of time and had had a hard time focusing by the end of it, with Toshi having caught up on his required hours to function and deciding to tease him by giving him new hickeys. Most of the time, Izuku had just shut his mouth, only talking when he felt safe enough without letting out any sounds that could betray them. When he finally looked at the clock, it was almost eleven pm, and Izuku quickly ended the stream and then uploaded the video he’d recorded the day before.
“I should go to sleep, I need to be at work tomorrow,” Izuku hummed when Toshi looked at him.
Toshi whined, “I’m not tired anymore, though.”
Smirking, Izuku brought their lips together. “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to tire you out again. Especially after you were so mean to me during the stream.”
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His fingernails dug into the skin on Izuku’s hands and he wouldn’t be surprised if those wounds started bleeding, too, but it would be better than Hitoshi hurting himself
bee: self sacrificial ass bitch---
Despite the tears in his eyes, Izuku didn’t cry.
bee (who started crying a few lines earlier while proofreading): cant relate ;-;
(i cry so easily at fanfics)---
toshi: *describing aspects of Izuku that he loves*
bee: *struggling to come up with good description words*---
Each tiny part of him was so fucking alluring it made Hitoshi unable to look away, leaving him perfectly happy to not sleep, even if he knew he should probably try to.
bee: i just realised, bro sat here for like at least 7 hours, entertained purely by admiring his boyfriend, he is down BAD like he wasn’t even using his phone or ANYTHING, he just slay there watching Izuku----
izu: Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to tire you out again. Especially after you were so mean to me during the stream.
bee: GAYYYY
huffi: GAYYYYYYY---
this was such a cutesie chapter i love it heheh i'm pretty sure i wrote the scene of toshi being sleepy as fuck and it got moved to here but i honestly can't remember what exactly happened lol im so tired anywaysssss - bee
Chapter 22: and remember kids, with a little delulu (and an insane amount of luck), your funny little fandom theories end up true! ka-chow
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i'm so eepy as i write this note also i was so eepy when i did the memes so hopefully both this and those are functionally and readable or smth anywayssss enjoy!!! - bee
memes slay, bee is so awesome, i love bee -huffi
FUCK WE NEED WANRINGS??? (also) -huffi
prepare for: panic attacks, signs of trauma, uhh i think thats it? atp i cant be bothered to tag the excessive flirting and sexual references for every chapter😭😭😭
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Saturday, April 24 2160, 23:01: ‘Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Whispering Trigger Words | 17m34s | 346k views
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(🐱) CatasToshi Clips @c4t4st0sh1clipsyay · 24.04.2160 23:51
SLEEPY CATASTOSHI!!1!1! so cute, also loved how sapling would sometimes murmur to him!1!! THEY’RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR
[ALT: CatasToshi yawning in the background, incoherent conversation between CatasToshi and LetSapling, CatasToshi grumbling tiredly, CatasToshi calling LetSapling “zu” on multiple occasions]
also, abt the last video, i recently found this post on tumblr and idk bout yall but the last video rlly adds to 8). what if sapling is actually tinglyzu???
[ALT: screenshot of haleywatchestuff post (extended version with all 8 reasons)]
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(🌿) LetSapling Fans @officialletsaplingfanpage · 25.04.2160 10:33
Latest LetSapling Theory
in the past few hours, @c4t4st0sh1clipsyay drew attention to a tumblr post by the user haleywatchestuff, who theorised that sapling=tinglyzu. im not saying they’re right, but i do think its a fun idea to entertain
also ao3 authors are taking it and running with it lol
[ALT: screenshot of haleywatchestuff post (extended version with all 8 reasons), ao3 fanfictions with the tag ‘LetSapling Is Tinglyzu’]
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(📚) darlingniward
heard about the new theory. got inspired. drew something small
[ALT: absolutely gorgeous drawing of Tinglyzu playing TreasureMine]
#tinglyzu #letsapling #tinglyzu is letsapling #catasapling #darlingniward fanart
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(🏛️) the-art-of-crying
I bring the CataSapling gods An Offering
[ALT: Tinglyzu/LetSapling kissing a man with purple hair, cat ears and tail and lots of piercings and tattoos (CatasToshi)]
#catasapling #fanart
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
reblogged haleywatchestuff · 3h
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Apr 11
LETSAPLING=TINGLYZU?
okay, hear me out, i get that this sounds crazy and it’s probably wrong anyways, but i just had a thought, what if?
i put a few reasons together as to why sapling could be tinglyzu, and its a small list, but like i said its a very low chance in general. this is just for funsies, don’t get mad at me (tho this is tumblr so i think i should be good)
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Apr 17
holyfudifcking shit???? i didnt think this would ever happen?? but?????? PART TWO????
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
wow this post blew tf up. as celebration, i offer you
9) WHO IS THAT IN TINGLYZU’S VIDEO?
ok so last night, after letsapling ended his stream tinglyzu uploaded a new video (sus af). in said video, you can occasionally see someone in the background, laying on the couch. pretty much their entire appearance is unclear, except for the fact that they seem tall. literally never before has tinglyzu ever had someone be on that couch, BUT as we all believe due to the videos per week by catastoshi going down to one instead of two, its very likely that they spend like 99% of their time together. therefore, i bring you: that is probably catastoshi
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[ALT: clips used from Tinglyzu’s videos to CatasToshi singing Different Kind Of Beautiful, the sound mixed with CatasToshi calling LetSapling “zu” and LetSapling doing ASMR]
editzahraaa
Joining in on the trend (aka, letsapling=tinglyzu) i rlly hope its true bcs i f!ing love tinglyzu!!!! #foryou #catasapling #letsapling #catastoshi #fanedit #tinglyzu #edit #fyp #viral
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Hitoshi did manage to sleep that night and thankfully no nightmares haunted him. He woke up painfully early and unable to get back to sleep, but even that wasn’t so bad since he was able to just focus on Izuku’s presence and enjoy watching the deep even breaths of his sleeping boyfriend, taking comfort in the way he could visually see Izuku was safe.
For the third day in a row, Hitoshi had the pleasure of watching Izuku wake, although this time he was actually functioning enough to truly enjoy it, pulling the man somehow closer to him, pressing their bodies against each other.
“Hey, Izuku, love,” Hitoshi hummed softly, his left hand tangling in his boyfriend’s hair as he kissed Izuku’s temple.
“Morning,” Izuku groaned, turning off his phone alarm. Fuck, Hitoshi adored Izuku’s morning voice, all low and grumbly. Fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t help himself as he moved his lips down to Izuku’s jaw, starting to suck a hickey into it. Izuku hummed happily, then suddenly jerked away. “Fuck, I’m going to work,” he whined. “That better not have left a mark already.”
“If it has, I’ll help you cover it with makeup,” Hitoshi sighed softly, wishing he didn’t have to stop before an idea flicked into his mind, “You just don’t want visible ones, right?”
“Uhm, not at work? And on the jaw is really prominent,” Izuku replied with confusion.
Hitoshi smirked lightly, before manoeuvring slightly, placing a kiss just below Izuku’s collarbone, looking up at the man through his lashes, “You wear a shirt to work, right?”
“Oh my fuck,” Izuku sighed, “Yeah. But hurry, I have to get ready.”
Hitoshi grinned, taking the rush seriously as he bit down sharply on Izuku’s chest for a second – drawing a gasp from him – before licking gently at it, relishing in all the delicious sounds Izuku made.
He couldn’t help the whine that escaped him when Izuku’s snoozed alarm went off once more and he was pulled away slightly, interrupting his progress. Rude. Still, Izuku did at least let him admire his handiwork for a long moment, and Hitoshi had to say he thought he had done pretty well considering the short amount of time.
“I hate to stop you now, but I really need to get up now,” Izuku complained, then sat up in bed and shuffled into his wheelchair to get ready for work. Hitoshi groaned disappointedly, but dragged himself out of bed as well, getting changed quickly before moving to the kitchen and making them both breakfast– and himself a coffee, because fuck, he needed that shit.
“I’m coming with you, by the way,” Hitoshi said when Izuku joined him, not even leaving room for argument. Izuku looked up with surprise, but then smiled, accepting it without question.
Before they left the apartment, Hitoshi pulled on his mask, wincing slightly as the fabric brushed against the scars that were still a touch tender from where he had scratched at them during his nightmare.
Noticing his face, Izuku said, “You don’t have to wear it if it hurts and you don’t want to. I promise, no one’s going to judge you.”
“I know, but I don’t want to scare away customers at your job, and besides, if anyone looks at me weird for my scars right now, I might cry, and I really don’t think I can handle that, so…” Hitoshi sighed, setting the mask into a position that rubbed against his skin the least before stepping behind Izuku and looping his arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of the man’s head through the mask before adding, “Plus, I know how you get when you see my scars, can’t have you leaping over the counter to make out with me while you’re working, can we, Izuku, love?”
Hitoshi smiled at his now flustered boyfriend, opening the door to the apartment and letting Izuku lead the way to his work.
The first thing Hitoshi noticed about the café they arrived at was the slightly odd name. Akai Kutsu – or Red Shoes – Cafe. Hitoshi’s eyes flicked down to Izuku’s shoes, remembering one of Izuku’s late night rants where he talked about how the only company that provided shoes for quirkless people also only provided one colour of shoe. Huh. That actually explained a lot about why Izuku worked here despite having a similar following under Tinglyzu as Toshi had as CatasToshi.
Izuku opened up the café, leading Hitoshi inside. Immediately, he looked around, taking in the serene environment. Despite being relatively small, it felt spacious and comfortable, with booths lining one wall and tables scattered around. The booths all had charging ports and comfortable looking seats. Three in the corner also had curtains attached in a way that the customer could pull it across for more privacy, which was something Hitoshi had never seen before, but could distinctly appreciate. There were hanging plants and golden fairy lights throughout the café, making it feel amazingly warm and comforting.
All in all, Hitoshi couldn’t help the way he immediately fell in love with the place. At Izuku’s offer, he stood by the counter watching his boyfriend get everything set for the day and appreciating the fucking gloriously made coffee Izuku delivered the moment the coffee machine was running. Once people started arriving – both customers and some of Izuku’s coworkers – Hitoshi moved away from the counter, claiming one of the booths. He decided against the curtained booth largely because he wanted to keep Izuku loosely in his eyesight. There was no lack of trust or anything, Hitoshi knew Izuku wasn’t like that. The problem was more that Izuku had allowed himself to be associated with Hitoshi, and now if any of the guards noticed him, it was possible they would attack.
Curling up in his booth seat in a way that meant he just had to look up to see Izuku, Hitoshi pulled out his phone, opening AO3. After all, if there were any good CataSapling fanfictions, he was practically required to share it with his boyfriend. Maybe even try some of the stuff in it if they felt so inclined.
What Hitoshi wasn’t expecting was the pure number of fics that had been created since he last checked. Granted, that had been several days ago, but that was no reason for the almost two hundred new fics. What had happened?
Hitoshi hesitated for a moment, concerned over what he would find, before shrugging it off and opening the first fic that showed up. If We Have Each Other, by bubbleboiz. Hitoshi read through the tags, CatasToshi/LetSapling obviously, as well as Fluff, Domestic, Sleepiness, ASMR, Inspired by an Alec Benjamin Song, LetSapling is Tinglyzu– wait what? How did they know? No. That was stupid. There was no way they actually knew. They were probably just a Tinglyzu fan jumping to random conclusions. Just to be sure though, Hitoshi clicked on the tag, expecting the “This tag has not been marked common and can’t be filtered on (yet).” Page to show up. Only… it didn’t. In fact, it showed 174 results. One hundred. And seventy four. Results.
Checking again, Hitoshi prayed he was somehow going insane, but the tag remained the same. LetSapling is Tinglyzu. Holy shit. Somehow they knew– or they theorised or whatever. Somehow it had become a thing, and Hitoshi could only imagine the anxiety it would cause Izuku. Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe everything would be fine. Maybe Izuku wouldn’t mind them working it out. Hitoshi fucking hoped desperately that that would be the case.
The rest of the morning was spent with Hitoshi nervously scrolling through the tag, finding links to a Tumblr post in which someone came up with 9 reasons as to why Sapling was Tinglyzu. Reading through it, Hitoshi couldn’t deny that it was purely circumstantial, but it was true, which made it far more concerning.
With a soft groan, Hitoshi looked over to Izuku, who was still happily working away. He couldn’t tell him now, it wouldn’t be fair. Knowing Izuku, this would at the very least stress him out, or worse – which Hitoshi feared was far more likely – it would cause a panic attack. There was no way Hitoshi could tell Izuku while they were in public. He’d have to wait until they were home safe. Gaze returning to his phone, Hitoshi scrolled through the LetSapling is Tinglyzu tag on a variety of social media, trying to gauge just how viral this had gone.
The walk back to Izuku’s flat after his shift was somewhat tense– Hitoshi did everything he could to lessen the tension, but it was hard when his mind was reeling from the discovery and desperately planning ways to help Izuku handle it.
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As soon as the door of the apartment fell closed, Toshi took a deep breath, then hesitantly said, “There’s something you need to see.” Based on the look on his face, it couldn’t be good.
Toshi pulled out his phone, tapping on it for a moment as Izuku waited with his breath held. His boyfriend was just offering the phone, when his eyes suddenly flicked somewhere behind Izuku and went wide. “Bond!” Immediately, Toshi ran to stop Bond from whatever he was doing, but Izuku already had the phone in his grasp, so he looked.
‘LETSAPLING=TINGLYZU?’ Izuku held his breath as he read through the Tumblr post, all reasons seeming far-fetched, but true. Everything was fucking true. He took a deep breath, panic reaching its peak ever since it started building when Toshi said there was something he needed to see. Hands trembling, he clicked the notes, reading comments saying it was absolute bullshit, others saying it probably wasn’t true but they hoped it was and a handful of people swearing up and down that it was true.
Still shaky, he clicked off the post and instead went to the search page, typing in ‘LetSapling is Tinglyzu’ and breathing in sharply when it loaded over two thousand results. Fuck, what was he going to do now? Everyone would start flooding his comments, asking whether it was true, and he’d no longer be a small, faceless streamer – fuck, he hadn’t been ever since Toshi had found his stream a month and a half ago – but now people would know to put a face to his crappy gaming skills. Holy shit, eventually someone would recognise him on the street and they’d see he was in a wheelchair and then post it all over social media and everyone was going to hate him because he was a fucking useless piece of shit, and then he’d somehow mess up and let it slip that he was quirkless and then that would go viral and everyone would hate him for being a weak, stupid, Deku and then no one would watch any of his videos and he’d be broke and try to find a job, but no one would ever take a weak and useless Deku, who depended on the help from others and he’d burden everyone and then he’d be unable to keep paying his rent and he’d end up on the streets because he didn’t want to burden his mama, either, and then he’d die on the streets because who to mug first if not the disabled homeless guy. Fuck, he was so fucked.
What was he going to do now? He couldn’t very well just ignore it, right? They’d expect an answer from him, eventually. Fuck, he should’ve never started uploading to YouTube, he should’ve just tried to find a stupid home office job to keep himself over water– but then that would have made his life so meaningless that he probably would’ve ended up trying to kill himself again. Shit, he could never leave the house again, this was it, he needed to quit the café, no matter how much he loved helping out the lovely owners. Maybe it’d be better if he stopped posting as LetSapling, fake his death or some shit, then people would stop believing the theory and everything would be fine.
But– he didn’t want to quit, he loved streaming, loved interacting with his fans, live, playing games even if he sucked at them– Fuck, what– “Izuku!”
Izuku gasped, dropping the phone into his lap as he snapped back into reality. Toshi was hovering right in front of him, a concerned look on his face. “Sor–” he stuttered, swallowing a sob, and he only realised now that he’d been crying. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry–” He slowly curled away from Toshi, even going as far as moving his wheelchair back a little. “I fucked up, I– I don’t know how the fuck it happened– Everyone’s going to hate me again and I’ll be back to being nothing more than a stupid– useless– burden. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Izuku, love, hey, hey, you’re ok Izuku, you’re not useless. You are not a burden. You are so amazingly talented and brilliant and lovely. I have never met anyone as perfect as you before, okay? You are so fucking gorgeously awesome, okay?”
Izuku shook his head, breathing quick and shallow– usually he tried to focus on that, calm himself down before dealing with the issue, but he couldn’t and he didn’t want to. No one ever truly liked Izuku, all they did was enjoy the idea of who Tinglyzu might be; who LetSapling might be. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m such a disappointment–”
“No. Izuku, love, no. You are not a disappointment. You are not. I need you to hear me on this one Izuku, love, you are not any of that. You are fucking perfect and anyone who doesn’t see that is stupid.” Toshi’s words were so beautiful, but Izuku couldn’t believe them, not right now.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he kept crying, hands buried in his hair, gripping tightly.
“Honey, hey, Izuku, love, you’re okay, there is nothing to be sorry for,” Toshi murmured, his hands laying gently over Izuku’s, threading through his hair until they were able to detangle his hands from his hair and pull them away softly.
His breath quickened at the contact, awaiting pain – that didn’t come. If anything, the pain lessened, now that he was no longer ripping at his hair. Toshi’s voice hummed softly, gentle murmurings of comfort and praise continuing, repeating Izuku’s name near constantly as Toshi’s thumbs rubbed softly over the backs of his hands.
All Izuku could do was cry, and apologise. He didn’t deserve this– didn’t deserve Toshi. Eventually, after what felt like hours, his cries faded, but the anxiety stayed. He fell silent, staring at his lap – When had Miko-chan gotten here? – as his hands shook in Toshi’s hold.
“Hey, Izuku, love,” Hitoshi hummed, his hands coming up to cup Izuku’s cheeks, thumbs rubbing the tears away gently. Izuku flinched, tensing at the touch, but slowly relaxing once Toshi started softly moving his fingers.
He sniffled, then whispered, “What do I do now?”
“Whatever you want to do. You don’t have to talk about it yet, or ever. You don’t have any obligation to tell them anything. They can theorise as much as they like. You can tell them it’s not true, or you can say it is, or you can just not mention it. That’s completely up to you. You do not owe them any explanation. Okay? Just like I don’t tell them why I won’t do a face reveal, you don’t have to tell them either,” Toshi said.
Izuku blinked at him, lashes sticky with tears. “I can do that? Not– not address it? At all? But– they’ll want to know–”
“Izuku, love, they want to know everything. Hell, they would want to know where you lived if you’d tell them, but obviously you aren’t going to do that. It’s the same thing. You have the same right to privacy as everyone else does.”
All of a sudden, Izuku’s tears had no longer dried out, instead, new ones formed, running down his face within seconds. Fuck, why was he so stupid? “I’m sorry,” he whispered, then leaned his head forward to rest it against Toshi’s chest, trying to focus on his breathing so he wouldn’t slip into another panic attack.
“You’re okay, Izuku, love,” Hitoshi repeated, his arms wrapping around Izuku, rubbing up and down his back gently.
Izuku stayed there, leaning into Toshi’s touch until the tears stopped again, eyes falling closed with exhaustion. “I love you,” he murmured. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Honey, no, if anyone here doesn’t deserve someone, it’s me not deserving you, Izuku.”
“That’s not true,” Izuku countered immediately. “You’re wonderful.”
“You’re pretty wonderful, too, Izuku, love,” Toshi murmured and Izuku pulled just far enough away so he could grab Toshi by the collar and press their lips together. When they separated, Toshi immediately put his forehead to Izuku’s, looking in his eyes, seeming to be searching for something, “Are you okay, sweetheart? Are you back with me?”
“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” Izuku groaned, then nodded. “Yeah, I’m– I’m okay.”
Toshi waited another long second, giving Izuku every chance to change his mind, before gently pressing in close again, tongue flicking out against Izuku’s lips in a soft question. Without hesitation, Izuku’s mouth opened slightly, welcoming the touch.
For a long time, Toshi and Izuku stayed like that, pressed close together, fervent kisses pressing into each other, Toshi murmuring near constant praise as he practically worshipped Izuku, who in turn accepted every touch, every loving word with silent tears, squeezing Toshi’s hands to assure him that he was fine. Eventually they slowed, softening completely as Izuku leaned into Toshi, his head relaxing onto his boyfriend’s chest. He hummed appreciatively as Toshi played with his hair, gently massaging his scalp at the same time.
“Do you know what you want to do about it, Izuku, love? It’s ok if you don’t, there is no rush at all sweetheart,” Toshi asked softly.
Still humming at the magical fingers on his scalp, Izuku murmured, “I don’t– I don’t want them to know. If they put together that Tinglyzu and LetSapling are the same, it’ll feel as if they know too much about me. And that scares me. So I’d rather just– ignore that it’s a thing.”
“Ok, sounds perfect, sweetheart,” Toshi hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of Izuku’s head and almost immediately massaging it in.
“Fuck, please never stop,” Izuku groaned, practically melting.
“I have no intentions to,” Toshi replied, tilting Izuku’s head up to allow access for Toshi to pepper his nose and cheeks with kisses.
A blissful smile stretched across Izuku’s face, giggling when the sensation started to feel ticklish. “By the way,” he said between laughs, “We haven’t done the prize for me winning the bet.”
“Oh, yeah? What do you want me to do?” Toshi smirked, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s ear, before gasping when Izuku turned his head to suck just underneath his jawline. He worked at the spot for a moment, waiting for it to start to bruise before pulling back.
Grinning, he said, “It’s a secret. Do you want to record today? It’d be just audio, because I’ve got plans for the visuals. They’re part of your dares.” Then he quickly turned serious, “But if there’s any that you don’t like, you can say it right away and we’ll cut it out.”
“I trust you,” Toshi smiled, nipping lightly at Izuku’s ear.
Notes:
darlingniward: drew something small
the "something small": an absolutely gorgeous drawing of Tinglyzu playing TreasureMine---
the fandom: drawing toshi kissing tinglyzu
toshi: *living his best life as thousands of ppl draw the version of him he honestly kinda prefers with his boyfriend---
toshi: *sad he cant mark up his bf
toshi: wait it just cant be visible!
toshi: u wear a shirt right?
bee: cackling---
toshi: *angst about mask*
toshi: *wants to stop izu stressing*
toshi: Plus, I know how you get when you see my scars, can’t have you leaping over the counter to make out with me while you’re working, can we, Izuku, love?---
toshi the moment he has spare time: opens ao3
bee: he's so me for that
toshi: opens the tag with him and his bf
me: ok cant say i relate to that one---
izu, having a breakdown: fuck, he was so fucked
huffi: yes, by toshi----
huffi: ass cheeks
bee: SHUT UPPPP
toshi started softly moving his fingers
huffi: inside his ass
bee: SHUT UPPP---
i swear every time i go to reread a chapter before posting i go "is this THE chapter" while thinking of my fav chapter cuz i cant fucking remember which chapter THE thing is from... it is yet to be posted ;-; - bee
which is THE chapter👀👀 IDK WHOCH CJAPTER U MEAN BEEEEEE -huffi
Chapter 23: toshi is so submissive and breedable :D
Summary:
meow
Notes:
we back with lighthearted fluff gang, not even a singular warning in this one!!!! -huffi
happy chapter, good vibes, really it doesn't get better than this am i right? -bee (who knows the only thing better than this is some fucking brutal angst)
Oh also if u want to get ur name in this fic, u shuld read the memes at the end cuz im not kidding if u draw that scene (even if its not in the same style or whatever) I will change the name to urs if u want im so serious -bee
m hungy :( -huffi
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 25.04.2160 15:51
im pregnant and sap’s the father
874k comments | 982k retweets | 1,5M likes
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Saturday, May 1 2160, 23:01: ‘LetSapling’ uploaded a video: TREASUREMINE BET – MY PRIZE | 32m23s | 1.6M views:
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Long awaited prize video– Toshi really slayed with this one. Happy One Month Until Pride Month! 🏳️🌈
Time Stamps:
00:17 draw the video visuals
00:24 call mina and meow until she hangs up
04:05 i do toshi’s makeup
09:38 toshi gets a tongue piercing
14:59 i post on catastoshi’s twitter
16:32 we swap clothes
17:01 interlude: we attempt to get bond to stop trying to break a couch (again)
18:54 we sing would you fall in love with me again together
25:35 toshi makes me a matcha
29:57 toshi calls a random number and asks them if they ship catasapling
31:48 the last dare ;) and outro
The video started with a black screen, green writing in Times New Roman font popping up whenever LetSapling spoke. “Okay, so, welcome to the video where I get to order Toshi around because he fucked up and now he’s finding out. – Just kidding. It was pure luck that he was only three points behind me after the TreasureMine bet, lol. Anyways– I’ve got all you could want– Mm, nope. Ok, so my prize is that I get to order Toshi around. I have a list with ten things. The first one is that I want you to draw the visuals for this video.”
Immediately, the screen turned white, displaying two drawn characters in a cartoonish doodle like art style, one made with pastel green lines and the other with purple lines. The screen zoomed in on the purple one with the most unimpressed expression on his face as he blinked tiredly and seemed to groan. At the same time, CatasToshi groaned. Then quickly the visual moved to the side, the green character laughing along with LetSapling’s voice. As LetSapling continued to talk, the visuals zoomed out again so that both characters were fully on screen, along with a handwritten note in purple saying ‘this video took me so long to draw :(’.
“Ok, now that we got that one out of the way, the next order is that I want you to call Mina and just– straight up meow until she hangs up,” LetSapling declared, the words appearing handwritten on the screen below their characters, this time in green.
“You do realise I have never called her before and she is one hundred percent going to be concerned for my mental wellbeing.”
On screen, LetSapling’s character shrugged. “Eh, you’ll be fine. Besides, she definitely won’t be more concerned than the time I talked to your couch’s fucking ghost. Actually, wait, wasn’t she laughing then–”
“Yeah, well, she knew you were drunk– actually she knows how I can be when I’m drunk, I guess I’ll just hope she thinks we’ve been drinking,” CatasToshi groaned, his character’s head falling into his hands.
On screen, a phone started ringing, the discord call tone playing over the top of it. When the ringing stopped, a pink character’s head appeared, floating over the top of CatasToshi and Sapling’s figures. “BLEEP? Are you alright?” The now pink handwritten captions replacing the bleeped out part with CatasToshi.
“Meow,” CatasToshi replied despondently.
“Wh– what?”
“Meow, meow,” CatasToshi repeated, his character on screen transforming into a purple cat, rather than a human with cat ears.
“Are you ok? Is BLEEP ok?” This time Mina’s words were captioned to replace the bleep with LetSapling’s name. “Do I need to come over?”
“Meow,” CatasToshi responded, the words toned in a way that sounded like it was saying that she didn’t need to.
“I– are you just doing a bit?” Mina asked, and CatasToshi just meowed in agreement with LetSapling snorting in the background, “Oh, ok then, well I’m bored and no one is home so I guess that this is free entertainment?”
From there, the video sped up more and more, both CatasToshi’s and LetSapling’s characters appearing in random positions as though it took hours, while Mina’s yapped away. Every now and then it slowed to make it clear CatasToshi was only meowing as Mina rambled.
Finally, the video slowed once more as Mina spoke, “Oh look, BLEEP just got home, I gotta go, it was nice chatting with you, BLEEP! Bye!” With that, the sound of someone disconnecting from a discord call played as Mina’s character disappeared from the screen. The subtitles replaced the first bleeped out name with Red, and the second one with CatasToshi once more.
“That was fun,” LetSapling commented whilst CatasToshi’s character turned human once more.
“I hate you. That took so fucking long, why would she not just hang up!?”
“Happens sometimes, Mina needs to talk, ya know. And hey, at least she talked about interesting stuff! Anyways, time for your next dare! Or order? I don’t care. Let me do your makeup!”
“Ok, well this could go one of two ways, and I’m truly not sure which it will be,” CatasToshi chuckled, “Either you do a fucking stunning job or I walk away looking like a clown.”
LetSapling simply cackled evilly, then the video cut, the scene being replaced with a table that had various makeup products scattered on it. The video sped up once more as LetSapling did CatasToshi’s makeup, nearly no words spoken between them. Finally, when LetSapling appeared to be done, he breathed, “Fuck, you look so hot.”
CatasToshi, whose character has been facing away from the “camera” the entire time, could be heard spluttering, while LetSapling’s character simply handed him a mirror, seeming completely unbothered by the reaction. CatasToshi in turn lifted the mirror, turning to face the “camera” as he did so.
The moment CatasToshi’s face could be seen, the art style changed completely to display a gorgeously drawn image of the man in a realism art style. In the top corner, written in purple handwriting once more was a note reading simply “Artwork commissioned by @the-art-of-crying (tumblr) based on my description of the makeup and LetSapling’s approval of the artwork (yes i got permission to not draw this one i am not that skilled)” The art itself displayed CatasToshi, with soft rainbow eyeshadow creating a smokey eye that blended out beautifully. On top of that was eyeliner that formed the shape of butterfly wings, creating an almost ethereal effect, especially when combined with the glow from the highlighter and the glam style sparkles that made his whole face shimmer. On his cheeks was a soft red blush with white freckles speckled across almost magically. His lips, ever so slightly parted, were painted black, fading to a purple that was barely noticeable at first glance.
Aside from the stunning makeup, the only other aspect that drew attention was the jewellery adorning CatasToshi’s neck and ears. Around his neck lay a silver chain with a delicate tree charm that reflected the light a touch with how polished and shiny it was. From his ears hung elegant silver leaves, everything except the outline and veins remained hollow, allowing for the rest to be see-through.
“Holy shit,” CatasToshi whispered after several seconds of silence. It sounded almost as though he was about to say something else, but the video cut to the next scene, back to a white background and little doodled characters, although CatasToshi’s now had the butterfly eyeliner sketched on as well.
There was a short pause before LetSapling announced, “Okay, next one! Get a tongue piercing.”
“Oh, I’ve actually been kind of wanting to do that one,” CatasToshi grinned, “I’m presuming you’ve found someone already or are you planning to do it yourself?”
“I’ve got someone, she did my helix,” LetSapling said, “And she does walk-in appointments, too, so we can go do it right now.”
The video cut once more, the audio quality decreasing substantially with background noise filling the audio, although the voices of the two streamers and the piercer – who was drawn as a pastel blue character with long curly hair tied back in a high ponytail – remained clear.
They went through the process of signing consent forms quickly, the video mostly skipping that part until they were in a room, waiting for the piercer, Kaya. “Are you worried about the piercing at all?” LetSapling asked in the quiet room, “Aside from the fact that the healing process is probably going to suck a little.”
“Not really? I can’t imagine this would be any worse than when I pierced my ears myself, because my needle probably wasn’t sharp enough and I also had no idea what I was doing. I literally used wikihow. Gotta say though, I’m not looking forward to the long list of things I won’t be allowed to do while it heals.”
“Me neither.” There was another cut in the video until the piercer suddenly entered.
CatasToshi didn’t make so much as a sound when the tongue was done, just thanking Kaya and turning to face LetSapling, his character immediately sticking their tongue out. LetSapling’s character nodded seriously, even as there was no audible reaction.
“Oh by the way, I know we went through the healing process earlier and I gave you the pamphlet to read through but one thing a lot of people don’t quite register is that you should avoid caffeine during the healing process,” Kaya added and the video zoomed in on CatasToshi’s face as his eyes grew wider and his mouth fell open in a devastated expression.
There were barely two seconds of warning as more handwritten text appeared, reading simply ‘VOLUME WARNING’ before the loudest, most high pitched scream imaginable cut through the video. It only lasted half a second before the video cut to silence, the visuals showing CatasToshi’s character flopping face first on the ground, with LetSapling sitting on the couch, seeming utterly unbothered.
Several loud bangs could be heard, accompanied by CatasToshi’s character slamming his fist into the floor several times before groaning and shuffling to sit up.
“I hate you. I hate this. I hate everything. I didn’t sign up for no coffee. No one warned me about the no coffee! Why does the universe hate me!?” CatasToshi cried dramatically, his character flopping against LetSapling’s, who simply patted CatasToshi on the head, cat ears dramatically flapping with the motion.
“There, there, kitty. You literally said yourself that you’ve been wanting to get the piercing, so it’s not entirely my fault that you didn’t know,” LetSapling chuckled.
After a few seconds, CatasToshi whined dramatically once more before sitting up properly again. “That’s true. And I don’t hate you. I just really love coffee.”
“I know, darling.”
“Alright, let’s just… let’s get this over with, what do I have to do next?” CatasToshi asked.
There was a grin on LetSapling’s character’s face, little lines above his eyes creating evil eyebrows before she said, “Give me your phone, pretty please. I’m gonna tweet something with your account.”
“Okay, I take it back, maybe I do hate you,” CatasToshi groaned, but handed his phone over. A few seconds of manic typing passed before the video changed to a screenshot of the tweet that had left so many fans thoroughly confused. In the corner, LetSapling passed CatasToshi his phone back and the relaxed smile vanished, jaw dropping. “How am I supposed to read fanfic now without just constant omegaverse where I’m the omega or fucking mpreg showing up, you’ve doomed me!”
“Hey, I’m sure it’ll have caused a lot of trans!CatasToshi fics too, though, which I think is neat,” LetSapling added.
“You know what? Yeah. Let them be confused about my assigned gender at birth. I could get behind some trans headcanons– I mean, I am literally genderqueer.”
The characters on screen high fived, before LetSapling said, “We love some good gender confusion.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“Anyways, the next order is: give me your clothes. Well– We swap our clothes!” LetSapling announced cheerily.
“That’s unfair and you know it, your clothes are too small for me, but mine just look comfortably baggy on you!” CatasToshi whined.
LetSapling’s character, once more, grinned. “Hey, I think you look pretty attractive in my clothes – aside from the pants that end halfway down your calves, those look weird.”
There was a dramatic finger click sound, CatasToshi’s character making the same movement as the scene transitioned with a collection of sparkles until CatasToshi was wearing a T-shirt and jeans that were clearly too small and LetSapling was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants that looked big and comfy. “Just so you know, I’m keeping these,” LetSapling mumbled as he snuggled into the clothes.
“Oh, you would,” CatasToshi groaned, “That’s my comfiest hoodie!”
“That’s why I’m keeping it, sweetheart.” Then there was a very suspicious tearing noise, followed by CatasToshi’s character jumping off the couch and running off screen. Seconds later, the video switched from drawing to actually filmed, showing Bond crawling all over a light grey couch, claws digging into the seat as occasionally a pair of hands swooped in to try and catch him. The camera shook as LetSapling, clearly the one recording, laughed. “Be my couch’s knight in shining makeup and rescue it.”
“I’m trying to but this fucking demon of a dragon doesn’t seem to care for the couch’s safety– GET OVER HERE BOND!”
The scene lasted almost two full minutes, though the footage was blurred completely at times, likely to cover CatasToshi’s distinguishing body features. It only ended when he finally managed to catch Bond by the scruff of his neck, pulling him out of frame.
Finally, the video cut back to them sitting on the couch, though this time there was a tiny drawn creature in CatasToshi’s lap, clearly representing some sort of devil– so it was probably to show that Bond was sitting there. “Well, that was fun. And I don’t even need to go buy a new couch now. Good job, kitty.” LetSapling huffed out another laugh. “I need to check my phone for what was next.”
There was a short moment in which they checked their phone. “Okay, the next one is: sing ‘Would You Fall In Love With Me Again’ with me, and you’re doing Odysseus.”
“You know what? That’s a pretty solid choice. I was somewhat worried you would choose one of the songs Pika listens to– that man has a wild music taste.”
“Don’t worry, next time I’ll ask you to record yourself making pancakes and singing the Pancake Robot song,” LetSapling laughed.
“I hate Pika so much for introducing us to that song just because we ate pancakes one fucking time– like what do you MEAN we need a theme song for our pancakes!?”
There was a short pause. “I mean, he also could’ve decided to play the Polyphemus saga, so– ANYWAYS, I’ve got the karaoke sound here.” Immediately, the soft violin started playing, CatasToshi missing his cue for the first ‘Penelope’ because he was still replying to what LetSapling had said.
“Woah, too fucking soon, I mean I know it’s been like a hundred and forty years since Polites became a pancake in the musical but still–”
LetSapling snorted, then sang, “…Is it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there? …Or am I dreaming once more?”
As LetSapling sang, the video zoomed in on CatasToshi, who’s eyes had turned to beating hearts as the words “holy shit” were scrawled across the screen almost 100 times until his line came, which he almost missed.
“I am not the man you fell in love with… I am not the man you once adored… I am not your kind and gentle husband… and I am not the love you knew before…”
They proceeded to sing the entire song, the scene cutting out weirdly suddenly right as they were done. “Ok, let’s move on,” LetSapling said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse. “Make me a matcha, pretty please. I’ll help.”
There was a long moment of silence as CatasToshi’s character seemed to simply stare at LetSapling, who just blinked innocently back. Finally, CatasToshi broke the silence, his words deadpan and sounding thoroughly done with this despite the task being fairly easy. “Did you plan this?”
LetSapling chuckled. “Nope, I just love matcha.”
There was an audible groan from CatasToshi before the video cut and they were in the kitchen, with LetSapling sitting on the kitchen bench. “I’m making myself one too,” CatasToshi declared as he started up the coffee machine.
A pause, then, “There’s caffeine in green tea–”
“Fuck my life, actually.”
“Maybe I will,” LetSapling snorted and the video suddenly zoomed in close on CatasToshi, whose eyes had Xs drawn over them and a little speechless ‘. . .’ thought bubble over his head.
“Moving on–” CatasToshi declared, collecting the now finished matcha and handing it to LetSapling, the video cutting once more, returning them back to the couch they had begun on.
LetSapling very loudly slurped her matcha, before saying, “Ok your second to last order is to call a random number and ask them if they ship CataSapling.”
CatasToshi grumbled lightly, no real heat behind the complaints, then dutifully picked up his phone to dial a random number. It rang about five times, before the call was answered.
“Hatsume Industries, Mei speaking, what can I do for you today?”
“Hi, I was just wondering if you ship CataSapling?”
There was a pause for a second before the excited reply came, “Oh, absolutely! I love them almost as much as I love my babies!”
“... Oh,” CatasToshi replied, sounding thoroughly uncertain as to what he was supposed to do next. There was a moment of quick scratching on paper as LetSapling wrote something, handing it to CatasToshi. ‘Ask what their favourite aspect is.’ “Right, uh, what is your favourite thing about CataSapling?”
“Oh 100%, it’s how cute they are, I mean they are so fucking adorable together!”
There was a moment of muffled spluttering before CatasToshi spoke again. “Thank you so much, are you ok with being in a YouTube video, and would you like us to censor your name?”
“Nah, you’re fine! Everyone who knows me knows I ship them and anyone who doesn’t know me is welcome to find out!”
“Thank you so much,” CatasToshi grinned.
“Happy to help!” Hatsume replied instantly, “Bye!”
“Bye,” CatasToshi chuckled before ending the call, “She was really sweet.”
Nodding in agreement, LetSapling added, “Yep. She sounds like a fun human to be friends with.”
“Pika is already too chaotic for one guy, I do not need another chaos friend.”
LetSapling huffed out a laugh, “Pfft. Anyways, you know who else ships us?”
“Who?”
“Me! Now, the last command is to kiss me!” LetSapling ordered.
There was a quiet chuckle, followed by, “I would do that regardless, my love.” Then the characters kissed on screen, parting with an audible smacking noise as clearly, LetSapling and CatasToshi also kissed.
“Oh yeah, we’re dating,” LetSapling said, then the video ended.
— COMMENTS
HatsumeIndustries: HOLY SHIT I TALKED TO CATASTOSHI HIMSELF!!! || 391k likes, 104 replies
CataSapling4life: ITS REAL ITS ALL REAL ITS ALL SO REAL IM LOSING IT || 289k likes, 47 replies
igmynameisODYSSEUSnow: my girlfriend sent me here bcs shes obsessed. this did not disappoint. i now ship. || 625 likes, 13 replies
↳ FeatherPenelope: HI GIRLFRIEND
sillybillymilly: they called me delulu i said nah uh and NOW LOOK AT ME! (this is the part of me that ur neva gonna eva take away from meeeee) || 216 likes, 2 replies
featherhoard: I SAW THE ENDING ON TIKTOK AND I RAN TO MY COMPUTER TO WATCH IM SCREAMING || 599 likes, 52 replies
DoYouListenToGirlInRed: It’s been so amazing watching you two go from complete strangers to friends to dating! ❤️❤️ || 28k likes, 24 replies
WaxesPoeticAboutCataSapling: Once these lovebirds were far and two,
Through TreasureMine their friendship grew,
No longer lost behind screens,
Together their love reigns supreme. (yes i wrote a poem about them in 3 min dont judge i will cry) || 9k likes, 7 replies
↳ SlinkyGlasses: AMAZING!! BEAUTIFUL!! I CRIED!!! Please give me your info so i can buy your full work collection :0
GaymerGal293: not to say i called it, but I CALLED IT (along with almost everyone else i fear) || 39 likes, 1 reply
mylovewillnevereverstop: GAYYYY (fucking finally) || 12 likes, 0 replies
AngelFangsMyBeloved: uhoh im thinking back to what my piercer said when i got my tongue pierced… no d!ck sucking or french kisses for catastoshi… truly the worst part :(( || 29 likes, 8 replies
nggyu: I fucking love these gays. Happy one month until pride month!! 🌈 || 3k likes, 7 replies
↳ CuriousCocoNut: what does ur user stand for 🤨 that sounds kind of like an offensive word 🤨
↳ nggyu: https://youtu.be/dQw4w9WgXcQ?si=71GKq4So95Dp_QNX
↳ CuriousCocoNut: OH FUCK YOU
beammeupscotty: ok but whos the top and whos the bottom tho || 8 likes, 2 replies
↳ justsomeguy: this entire video is CatasToshi being a submissive bitch so…
↳ beammeupscotty: sub/dom and top/bottom are not the same, he culd be a sub top, thats a thing yk that… right?
CoffeeHoardingGoblin: ok so im crossing tongue piercing off the list of piercings i want, i aint doing that shit- no coffee? honestly shoot me PLS || 21 likes, 1 reply
MarinENBYology: dont mind me writing a mermaid genderqueer catasapling au so my marine biology degree and my gender struggles can finally be of use || 209 likes, 28 replies
whatsXstahw: OMG *THATS* WHAT THAT TWEET WAS ABOUT?? I swear I thought he was actually pregnant, mpreg style– || 390 likes, 11 replies
↳ ao3ismybestie: nah cuz like i read one fic where sapling’s quirk was to be able to make mpreg work and honestly i fully believed it made complete sense and now i think i need to take a break from fanfic i have been corrupted
dynamightxredriot234: not to be that guy but I was the author of the first fic they read together so some might say I’m a matchmaker >:) || 999 likes, 45 replies
FOREVERYCOMRAD: Screaming dying sobbing laughing throwing up (i love them so fcking much) || 18 likes, 0 replies
ALLIHEARAREJEANS: I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH I ADORE THEM I LOVE THEM I ADORE THEM || 34 likes, 0 replies
shushedn0b0d1: so sorry again catastoshi || 2 likes, 1 reply
PinkyPantherButWithSparkles: I FULLY DIDNT REALISE THAT CALL WAS WEIRD LOL || 88 likes, 3 replies
mickeymousebutitsmcdonalds: everyone saying they saw this coming like it wasn’t the most obvious thing ever~~~ LMAO || 5 likes, 0 replies
Notes:
izu's video desc: happy one month until pride month!
huffi: ....
huffi: theres actually a story behind that
huffi: and the story is that i fucked up and forgot to calculate in the entire month of may
huffi: so originally it said happy pride month
huffi: and then i realised i cant math
bee: huffi's in charge of math no one blame me---
izu: Anyways– I’ve got all you could want– Mm, nope.
bee: he's slowly losing it in the epic the musical rabbit hole insanity but i'm here for it---
toshi: meow
mina: yea this is normal---
bee: *describes the art piece*
bee: *blinks hopefully at the readers*
bee: hmm i need incentivising...
bee: huffi if someone draws this can we go back and change the username of the artist to their user
huffi: ooo yes
bee: *JOY*---
toshi: i'm not rlly stressed about the piercing
toshi: i mean i pierced my own ears so how bad can it be
toshi: i used wikihow
izu:
the fandom:
huffi, who only realised what that line actually meant when proofreading like a week ago:
everyone: ...u did *what*
bee: hes such a meme lol---
izu: lets swap clothes!
toshi: thats unfair and u know it :(
toshi: i look like my clothes shrunk in the dryer with ur clothes on
everyone watching: THEYVE SWAPPED CLOTHES BEFORE.
everyone watching: *furiously drawing fanart and writing fanfiction*---
no one:
absolutely no one:
toshi, drawing the video: oh i remember bond was on my lap after that
toshi: *draws a smol devil*
toshi: perfect representation---
izu: makes a polites pancake joke
toshi: too early
toshi: its been A HUNDRED AND FORTY YEARS since the MUSICAL came out
toshi: but still
toshi: too early---
huffi: so you know how after they sang would u fall in love with me again, the scene cut off very abruptly
bee: >:)
huffi:
bee:
everyone else:
izu: 0:)
toshi: 0:)
huffi:
bee:
everyone else:
huffi & bee: theres a reason for that :)
izu & toshi: 0:)
everyone else: ............
huffi: just bcs toshi cant use his to-
bee: HUFFI
huffi: 0:)---
commentor igmynameisODYSSEUSnow:
huffi: ooo callback!!!!
huffi: anyone remember featherpenelope from ch2????---
angelfangsmybeloved: *exists*
bee who's been thinking about getting angel fangs for SO long: is this fate? is this a sign?---
nggyu: >:)
CuriousCocoNut: *despair*
huffi: PLS tell me if u guys fell for it too i need to know so bad---
foreverycomrad:
alliheararejeans:
huffi: 1) i fucking love u, all i hear are jeans
huffi: 2) those two users after one another made me go "for every comrad, every one of my jeans"
sweartherman: almost all of whom are tearing at the seams!---
shushedn0b0d1: so sorry again catastoshi
huffi: >:)
bee: >:)
anyone have an idea who they might be???---
das it for today!!!! cya thursday, when another prediction from our local fortune teller is becoming true :) -huffi
yall im desperate i NEED someone to draw catasapling in some form or another i dont know why im this desperate but i am SO DESPERATE -bee
Chapter 24: “what are you doing” lol, be easy on them. izuku doesnt even own a car!!
Notes:
while this is not THE chapter i've been excited about, it is definitely up there holy shit i love this chapter- also WDYM WE R UP TO CHAPTER 25 WE R SO FAR THRU IT NO I WANT MORE BUT ALSO IM THE AUTHOR AND I HAVE ALL THE CHAPTERS BUT I WANT MORE -bee
heh, this chapter is a little late, lol... (its not even thursday for bee anymore :sKULLEMOJI:) but it was great to like decide id just have it be late today and not pressure myself, very stress relieving, 10/10. ive had a lot goin on recently so yanno, slay. anyways big thanks to bee, whos prolly asleep now, for prepping the memes even tho i hadnt even the formatted the chapter :D (edit after inserting the fic to ao3: omg bee even added the memes that i made comments for on docs, what an angel. big smooch.) now on another note. abt todays chapter: guess which tag is coming in use today??? feel free to comment before reading??? or after reading and then letting us know how u feel abt the chatper???? OR BOTH????? -huffi
edit, after formatting: guys the end notes were literally too long for ao3 :sob: i removed a meme and it'll be as bonus on our discord channel lolll (shameless promo?? go join our dc, its linked at the end of the fic) -huffi
prepare for: panic attacks, flashbacks, crying (breakdown?)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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MONOPOLY BESTIES (-the couch’s ghost)
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 10:56, 02/05/2160
Alright I NEED to talk about that video
> pikachoochoo — 11:00, 02/05/2160
WAIT HITO U DIDNT HAVE A TONGUE PEIRCING BEFORE????
> catastrophetoshi — 11:00, 02/05/2160
…
> catastrophetoshi — 11:01, 02/05/2160
denki why tf did u think i sent u that photo of me sticking my tongue out???
> pikachoochoo — 11:03, 02/05/2160
Idk man i thought u were just feeling silly
> catastrophetoshi — 11:03, 02/05/2160
…
> pikachoochoo — 11:48, 02/05/2160
I can feel the judgement
> catastrophetoshi — 11:49, 02/05/2160
fucking GOOD??
> catastrophetoshi — 11:49, 02/05/2160
im judging u so hard rn
> letsapling257 — 11:59, 02/05/2160
i can make u hard too
> catastrophetoshi — 11:59, 02/05/2160
u do that just by existing my love
> letsapling257 — 12:00, 02/05/2160
;)
> pikachoochoo — 12:00, 02/05/2160
Gay.
> catastrophetoshi — 12:01, 02/05/2160
u can say that when u get ur ass around to asking out ur crushes INSTEAD OF JUST LETTING THEM CRASH AT MY PLACE TO AVOID PPL THEY DONT LIKE
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:02, 02/05/2160
Tbf to Denks here, u don’t exactly USE ur place
> catastrophetoshi — 12:03, 02/05/2160
shut up
> pikachoochoo — 12:03, 02/05/2160
Aw ty Mina, ily!!!! Ur the best :D
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:04, 02/05/2160
I take it back
> pikachoochoo — 12:05, 02/05/2160
D:
> catastrophetoshi — 12:05, 02/05/2160
get got dumbass <3
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 12:06, 02/05/2160
ANYWAYS
> letsapling257 — 12:06, 02/05/2160
ive got all u could want here all u could need here
> catastrophetoshi — 12:07, 02/05/2160
that u do my love in paradise <3333
> catastrophetoshi — 12:07, 02/05/2160
unfortunately its not just u and me here tho :( *glares at mina and denki*
> letsapling257 — 12:10, 02/05/2160
meet me at the door
> catastrophetoshi — 12:10, 02/05/2160
coming
> pikachoochoo — 12:11, 02/05/2160
*cumming
> catastrophetoshi — 12:32, 02/05/2160
ur not wrong denki
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 13:07, 02/05/2160
This did not go as planned
— * —
(🌱) letsapling
May 2
u get drunk and talk to the ghost of a couch ONCE
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— * —
From: kitty 💕
matchapowder-atthestore.png
(09.05.2160 – 11:11)
From: kitty 💕
which ones ur fav again?
(09.05.2160 – 11:11)
From: izuku my love <3
its the one on the right
(09.05.2160 – 11:12)
From: izuku my love <3
thanks love
(09.05.2160 – 11:12)
From: kitty 💕
ofc my love
(09.05.2160 – 11:12)
From: kitty 💕
im buying myself fucking mango nectar
(09.05.2160 – 11:15)
From: kitty 💕
this is what the lack of coffee is doing to me
(09.05.2160 – 11:15)
From: izuku my love <3
dont forget the tofu i want to make mapo tofu tonight
(09.05.2160 – 11:17)
From: izuku my love <3
also on the bright side, youve started sleeping more
(09.05.2160 – 11:17)
From: kitty 💕
by what? fucking half an hour per night on AVERAGE this past week
(09.05.2160 – 11:20)
From: izuku my love <3
dont worry love
(09.05.2160 – 11:21)
From: izuku my love <3
its only what 4 more weeks now
(09.05.2160 – 11:21)
From: kitty 💕
u know dam well im not waiting for another FOUR weeks to have coffee again
(09.05.2160 – 11:22)
From: kitty 💕
let alone… other things ;)
(09.05.2160 – 11:22)
From: izuku my love <3
ugh dont remind me of *other* things, ur too fucking far away for that. and four weeks is too long for that
(09.05.2160 – 11:23)
From: kitty 💕
im almost home <3
(09.05.2160 – 11:27)
— * —
MONOPOLY BESTIES (-the couch’s ghost)
> pikachoochoo — 14:31, 14/05/2160
Yooooooooooooo yall should come over for no nefarious reasons at all
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:31, 14/05/2160
I agree, you should, also for no nefarious reasons…
> catastrophetoshi — 14:32, 14/05/2160
r u guys planning to murder us cuz im pretty sure pro heroes arent supposed to do that
> letsapling257— 14:32, 14/05/2160
theres enough pro heroes who do that
> letsapling257 — 14:33, 14/05/2160
also i once found an article about a pro hero who was probably a commission trained assassin, idk she disappeared
> catastrophetoshi — 14:34, 14/05/2160
lets be real endeavors entire existence makes it possible that murder of civilians is not only allowed but encouraged
> pikachoochoo — 14:35, 14/05/2160
We’re not trying to kill u!!!
> pikachoochoo — 14:35, 14/05/2160
Also wtf, i mean i knew that endeavwhore sucks but what tf do u mean commission trained assassin
> letsapling257 — 14:36, 14/05/2160
exactly what it says
> letsapling257 — 14:36, 14/05/2160
it was just a rumor but im p sure its true and my guess is that she went to tartarus cus she supposedly tried to kill the hpsc prez
> catastrophetoshi — 14:36, 14/05/2160
i love my bf hes so smart <3
> catastrophetoshi — 14:38, 14/05/2160
izu where r u love? i wanna kiss u :(
> letsapling257 — 14:39, 14/05/2160
on the toilet but feel free to watch if you get off on that sorta stuff
> catastrophetoshi — 14:39, 14/05/2160
ill just wait outside i suppose :(((((((
> pikachoochoo — 14:40, 14/05/2160
Dawg i was so sure ud take the opportunity to expose your nasty kinks
> catastrophetoshi — 14:41, 14/05/2160
ahh one of the few kinks i dont got ;-;
> catastrophetoshi — 14:41, 14/05/2160
but also if i see izus dick rn i might try to do something my piercer would yell at me for
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:42, 14/05/2160
Guys can we focus PLZ its kinda urgent like the house is gonna blow up if youre not at our doorstep in the next like half an hour urgent
> catastrophetoshi — 14:42, 14/05/2160
idk if i wanna be in ur house if its gonna blow up
> minabutmakeitsparkly — 14:43, 14/05/2160
Well it’s not my house its Denks and neither Fumi nor Shouto are here to stop us from arson if you decide to not show up
> catastrophetoshi — 14:43, 14/05/2160
yea yea we r gonna come just give us a bit -.-
> pikachoochoo — 14:44, 14/05/2160
dont u dare waste time CUMMING before u COME >:(
> catastrophetoshi — 14:44, 14/05/2160
no promises <3
— * —
Hitoshi adored walking by Izuku; conversation flowed seamlessly as they headed to their destination, wondering what Mina and Denki wanted– and Hitoshi couldn’t forget to complain about the coffee withdrawal he was experiencing at the sight of every single café they passed. Fuck, he missed coffee. And kissing Izuku with his tongue. And everything else he wasn’t allowed to do. Stupid fucking piercing. This better be fucking worth it.
As soon as they arrived at Denki’s building, Hitoshi’s rambles came to an end, pulling his mask up to cover his face. He really didn’t want to deal with bitches on their way in. People rarely– or, well, rarely in comparison– stopped him when he was walking, but inside a building? Especially one that was crawling with pro heroes? It was far too common. Hitoshi really didn’t want to take that risk.
“We should go in through the window, give him a taste of his own medicine,” Hitoshi joked, despite the fact that it would draw a lot of unwanted attention from the various pros around, and likely lead to another police incident, which Hitoshi really didn’t want to deal with.
Izuku groaned, “I wish we could, that’d be fun.”
“Maybe I’ll just learn how to pick locks and break in at three am just to fucking jumpscare him one day.”
“Oh, I can teach you! It’s really easy!” And he sounded so enthusiastic, that Hitoshi immediately decided to learn it right then and there. They headed to Denki’s front door, Izuku armed with a hair pin that he just randomly pulled out of his curls – when had he put it in there? – and then slowly walked him through the process. Of course, they had to whisper to avoid Mina or Denki hearing them through the door.
They were almost done, lock turning, when a strangely familiar voice interrupted them. “…What exactly are you doing?”
Hitoshi spun to face the voice, eyes wide as he immediately tried to explain, “They’re our friends, we aren’t– wait–”
“Oh my fuck, I swear we weren’t breaking in, it was a dare, they dared us to, please we should talk to them inside, they’re right there, they can confirm that we’re invited, we’re friends, this is a joke, it’s a dare, Denki dared us to,” Izuku kept on rambling and Hitoshi wondered how the fuck he managed to talk so much without breathing once.
“Eraserhead!?” Hitoshi squeaked, recognition landing as he finally met the gaze of the man who had interrupted them. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Hitoshi had never been great at recognising faces, but Eraserhead’s was one he would never forget. It was a face he saw when he thought of safety– or, well, these days it was only one of the small collection of safe faces – but it was still there. Still ingrained into his mind. It was hard for it not to be, after all, he had spent hours watching that face as the man slowly broke the muzzle off of him. Saved him. Helped him eat real food for the first time in years.
There was a short pause, before Eraserhead – holy shit that was Eraserhead – spoke, an eyebrow raised, “So you were not just breaking into this apartment?”
“Well technically yes, but it was only because Denki always breaks into my apartment and it was only fair, we were invited though!”
“And I don’t even own a car,” Izuku finished his ramble, sounding close to tears. Wait, how did a car tie into Izuku’s explanation– you know what, that wasn’t important, because Eraserhead was here. And shit, wait, was Izuku crying? That was even more fucking important, holy shit, Hitoshi needed to fix this. So he did the first fucking thing he thought of. Smashing his hand as hard as he could into the door, he yelled for Denki to fucking come to the door.
“Wow, you don’t have to be so obnoxiously lou– WAIT MINA, WE FUCKING MISSED IT!? GET YOUR CAMERA OUT HERE THEY FUCKING TIMED IT PERFECTLY IN THE WRONG FUCKING WAY!”
Mina came stumbling through the door, ramming Denki to the floor. “I’VE GOT MY PHONE SET TO RECORD!”
“...And what exactly are you doing?”
Huh. Hitoshi didn’t remember Eraserhead being this repetitive– although, he probably was fairly repetitive while breaking Hitoshi out of the dissociation, but who knows? Certainly not Hitoshi.
“Where’s the fire?” Eraserhead asked as Mina and Denki picked themselves off the ground, dusting their clothes and Mina went to hug each of them as a greeting, starting with Eraserhead.
“In my heart, Sensei!” Denki called dramatically.
Izuku seemed to have recovered from his rant, because he suddenly started in his wheelchair, looking up at Eraserhead with wide eyes. “Holy shit, you’re Eraserhead,” he whispered.
“Ok, why do these two know who I am? I am confident you know better than to be talking to random civilians about underground heroes.”
“Let’s go inside, actually,” Denki said instead of answering, looking at Hitoshi almost weirdly. Well, that was odd, but ok. Hitoshi followed his lead and they all sat down in the living room– or, well, Eraserhead remained standing, but other than that.
Hitoshi took off his mask, the feeling of fabric against the scars setting off sensory issues more than it normally did, hence why he hadn’t worn it on the walk here either. He looked up from where he had been folding his mask in his lap, starting slightly at the way Eraserhead was staring at him. Fuck. He hadn’t even considered the thought that Eraserhead wouldn’t like the scars. He had thought the man was safe. He had been so fucking confident the man was safe, he couldn’t fucking lose that. Eraserhead had to be safe. He had to be safe. Hitoshi needed it. Needed him. Needed Eraserhead to not hate him. Not after all these years.
“I’m so glad you’re doing ok, kid,” Eraserhead spoke, his words so fucking soft and Hitoshi couldn’t help the way he fucking broke upon hearing them. Never before had he considered Eraserhead would hate him, but the sudden realisation that it was an option, only for the man to immediately shatter his worries. It would be impossible to ever avoid the tears that welled up, quietly slipping over the edge and tracking down his scars. This felt so fucking surreal.
“Kid?” Eraserhead started, moving towards him, sounding worried and comforting and everything fucking nice.
“Toshi,” Izuku spoke at the same time, hand reaching for his face, fingers gently wiping the tears. This was too much. Too kind. Too sweet. Hitoshi leaned into the touch, trying to stifle the sob into Izuku’s hand, his own hands trembling too much. Since when had he become so fucking loved?
In a few short strides, Eraserhead reached Hitoshi, kneeling in front of him as he murmured soft, reassuring words in that tone that promised no lies, no danger, no tricks. Just fucking safety. The safety Hitoshi had associated with the man from the day he met him. “Hey, you’re alright, you’re safe here, no one will hurt you here. I won’t let them.”
Hitoshi choked, his mind bringing back the memory of Eraserhead saying almost the exact same fucking thing when he found him, muzzled and starving and freezing and so fucking broken. So stupidly, painfully, broken. Desperately, Hitoshi tried to focus on breathing, on the world around him, on all of that shit, but his stupid fucking mind wouldn’t stop summoning images of that night, throwing him back there in a mess of relief and pain and hope and despair and everything else fucking imaginable.
Looking around wildly, Hitoshi could practically fucking see that night, see the icy roads around him, feel the fear and panic and the fucking freezing metal pressed deep into his scars. It was so fucking real, and there Eraserhead was, kneeling in front of him, trying to calm him, trying to help him, trying to cut the muzzle off.
“Toshi, hey, you’re ok. You’re safe,” Izuku whispered into his ear– his voice so eerily out of place that he was dragged back to reality with a singular blink of his eyes. “You’re at Denki’s apartment, I’m here, Denki is here, Mina is here, and Eraserhead is here. You’re safe.”
“Er– Eraserhead,” Hitoshi choked out, staring at the man, too many emotions filling him, good and bad, safe and dangerous, everything. Breathe. In. Out. Safe. He was safe. He was here, with all the people he thought of when he thought of safety. He was safe. He was safe because Eraserhead had saved him. He was here, because Eraserhead had been there back then. He was with Izuku because Eraserhead had kept him alive long enough to meet the best fucking man in the whole world. Only then did Hitoshi fully remember what had happened when the muzzle came off. He had never spoken a word to Eraserhead. Never even thanked the man. He had just grabbed the offered food and ran. He had to fix that. Eraserhead needed to know how much he had done for Hitoshi. “Thank you. Thank you. You– fuck, you saved me and I– I can’t– I just, you– thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me for doing my job,” Eraserhead pointed out, but before the hero could argue that point, Hitoshi shook his head. That wasn’t it. That was part of it, sure, but it was more than that. It was so much more. It was the food. It was the comfort. It was the lack of judgement. The lack of fear. The safety. The hope. The fucking dream that maybe, someday, somehow, he would be loved, accepted, appreciated, safe.
“You didn’t just save me that one time. You fucking kept me alive. When soup kitchens wouldn’t give me food, you did– and even after that, even when I found a job, I found some food, a place to live, you kept me alive because you let me fucking hope. For the first time in my life I thought maybe it was possible for me to be anything other than a hated villain. You saved me from myself. You did more than your job, and I will never forget that. So, thank you. Thank you so fucking much. And don’t you dare not accept my gratitude, because I will find ways to thank you over and over until the end of my fucking life.”
Gripping Izuku’s hand like a fucking lifeline, Hitoshi stared resolutely at Eraserhead, daring him to argue. This meant too much to Hitoshi. No one had ever cared about him before then. Hitoshi had never known any other adult’s care about him as a kid– aged out or not, he had still been a fucking kid when he met the man, who finally cared. Someone had fucking cared for the first time in his life, someone had actually given a shit about him and Hitoshi would never forget that. Not in a million years. Not a fucking chance.
Eraserhead bowed his head. “I appreciate and accept your gratitude. It is truly so good to see you have found your people, although why they had to be some of my most problematic problem children, I do not know.”
“Aizawa-Sensei,” Denki whined.
“No, that seems pretty valid. You do not get to argue about how you’re not problematic when you frequently break into my fucking apartment,” Hitoshi pointed out with a wet chuckle, rubbing at his eyes until the tears were gone. He needed to move on. Move forward. Needed to laugh and relax and stop this fucking overwhelming amount of emotions.
“You barely even live there anymore!”
“Fuck you, it’s not my fault I’m not allowed to go there without a fucking escort anymore.” Eraserhead raised an eyebrow at Hitoshi’s words, leaning back to look at him from a further distance. The question was clear in his expression, though he didn’t speak it out loud. Still, Hitoshi explained easily, “My building is full of–”
“Assholes,” Izuku interrupted him. “And I hate that place. It fucking sucks.”
“Right. It’s full of assholes and Izuku hates it, and last time we were there, they tried to attack me because they thought I was a villain so Denki made up that rule and Detective Tsukauchi gave me a look that threatened extreme actions if I didn’t agree to it, so…”
“Be grateful Tsukauchi didn’t get Sansa to bodyguard you 24/7, you think it’d be fine because he’s a cat but by the end of it you just wish he were actually a cat so you can lock him up and finally fucking leave.”
Hitohi shrugged. “I don’t know, if Bond hadn’t stolen my heart along with literally everything else I have ever owned, I would definitely trade him in for Sansa.”
“You have a demon cat, too?” Eraserhead asked, a soft chuckle to his gruff voice.
“He’s adorable, you’ve seen him!” Denki exclaimed.
“When? I distinctly remember every cat I run into, but I don’t remember any called Bond.”
“I sent a photo to the group chat! When Kyouka said she didn’t believe that he actually had a bowtie!” Denki explained loudly, shoving his phone in between them to show Eraserhead a picture of Bond.
“How you still find him adorable after he attempted to fucking murder you, I will never know,” Hitoshi bemoaned.
Denki just tilted his head with a laugh. “Which time?”
“The one where I introduced you to fireball.”
Mina, who Hitoshi had forgotten was even still there, spoke up. “Wait, was that the time you sent me that video?”
“Don’t fucking remind me,” Hitoshi groaned, dropping his head into his hands.
Now Izuku perked up, too. “The video of your face that you didn’t want me to see?”
“And I stand by that decision,” Hitoshi declared, debating whether he should leave his head in his hands or if he should try to be functional. He chose the former.
Izuku whined, “Awh but I know what you look like now.”
“Yeah, but see you’re a lightweight so you haven’t seen me drunk out of my mind yet, and I’m hoping to keep it that way for a good while,” Hitoshi chuckled, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s cheek.
“Gay,” Denki sniped and Hitoshi threw a pillow at his face, focusing on his boyfriend who was actually saying something of some value unlike Denki who never did.
“One could argue that that’s unfair since me being a lightweight also means that you’ve seen me drunk as fuck and once I called you drunk as fuck.”
Smirking, Hitoshi kissed Izuku’s temple, “And you were so cute, too.”
Eraserhead snorted, rolling his eyes slightly and standing up once more, allowing a bit more distance between them while remaining close, as if he were staying ready to step back in if Hitoshi had another flashback. “This is reminding me of the Alcohol Incident.”
“HAH! I almost fucking forgot about that–” Denki snorted loudly, practically flopping onto the couch like a little drama king.
Mina gasped. “How could you forget that!? That was a core memory! Fuck, I mean that drunken truth or dare game was how Kyoka and Momo finally got together– and Aizawa fucking ripped into us for drinking underaged, do you not remember the fucking 50 run throughs of the hell course? I passed away, we were all so insanely hung over, too.”
“You deserved that. In fact, I should have given you twice that much just for drinking when you had heroics the next day. If you had done that the day before work studies, you would have been running that course until nightfall.”
Instantly, Mina and Denki sighed with relief that they escaped that. “Drinking before work is life threatening for a hero, you could’ve died. I think running that until nightfall is completely justified,” Izuku chirped and Eraserhead nodded approvingly.
“He’s right. So you better not be doing that,” he added, looking at Mina and Denki with narrowed eyes. Mina just shook her head, whilst Denki flinched under the intense glare. After a moment, Eraserhead looked back at Izuku. “I believe you never told me how you managed to recognise me.”
Immediately, Izuku started stuttering. “Oh– well– um– you know?” He paused for a beat, clearing his throat, then he said, “I spent a lot of unsupervised time online as a child. And I wanted to be a hero, too. You were the reason I believed I could be for a long time, but– I fucked that chance up for myself before I even had the opportunity to attempt the UA entrance exams.”
“You didn’t fuck up, love, you were just pushed too far,” Hitoshi immediately said, but Izuku shook his head.
“In the end, it was still my choice. No one actually pushed me.” Fucking Bakugou may as well have, Hitoshi thought, but he didn’t voice it, knowing better than that. There was no reason to make this harder for Izuku, even if he truly did hate Bakugou’s guts. Izuku looked at Eraserhead, who was clearly having questions but too polite to ask them. “I jumped off a roof when I was fourteen. I injured my spinal cord.”
“You know, injuries aren’t the be all, end all that people make them out to be in heroics. If they were, we wouldn’t have anywhere near as many active heroes. We have prosthetics, support items, all sorts of things to make it possible. I’m not saying it’s easy, but if you still want to fight for it…” Eraserhead trailed off, clearly noticing the tears filling Izuku’s eyes.
“But– But I’m quirkless,” he choked out. “You still think–”
“So am I, when I’m fighting mutation-type quirks. So is Nedzu outside of his insane smarts. So is Snipe without his guns, or if you consider that with – an admittedly huge amount – of practice, anyone could do 99 percent of what he can. Quirks are tools, they help, but they are not what makes a hero.”
The tears in Izuku’s eyes flooded over, loud sobs and choked noises escaping him. Unable to help himself, Hitoshi pulled Izuku out of his chair and into his lap, cradling his boyfriend and rubbing soothing circles on his back. Whispered comforts fell from Hitoshi’s lips, offering any sort of consolation he could bring.
“I’m sorry,” Izuku eventually gasped in between sobs. “I just– the last thing a hero told me before I jumped– was that Quirkless can’t become heroes.”
Hitoshi almost flinched at the words. He knew All Might had been there, knew All Might had been the last straw, but telling someone that? No. That was fucking wrong on so many levels. Hitoshi knew what it was like, knew what it meant to be constantly told he would never be a hero, but to hear from someone who’s supposed to be a symbol of fucking hope tell you to give up on your dream? That would have broken him, too. Hell, when Mister Blaster had fucking arrested him for being a villain and then found Hitoshi again after his release to make sure Hitoshi knew he would never amount to anything… Yeah, Hitoshi had considered giving up, letting the man kill him. He had almost done so. If that had been All Might, Hitoshi didn’t doubt he would have let it happen.
“All Might,” Hitoshi hissed, the words barely audible, not even meant to be said aloud. He had just– The words had just fucking snuck up on him.
“I never heard anything about All Might being involved in a suicide attempt,” Eraserhead stated, face terrifyingly dark. “When was this again?”
“Um,” Izuku said, tears still streaming down his face.
Mina finished for him. “The first day of school, a year before our class started UA.”
Eraserhead cursed and ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself. “That fucking oaf. He would’ve never been allowed to teach at UA if that had been on his files. He better be fucking glad he’s dead because I damn well wish I could punch him in the face right now.”
Hitoshi could not agree more. It was bad enough that Bakugo was still around and supposedly he had grown as a person. Hitoshi wouldn’t call himself a pessimist, but he also really didn’t believe in All Might’s ability to change from a quirkist bastard when he had already had so many years to do so. You could argue Bakugo had been a stupid kid. You could not argue the same about All Might.
As they all calmed down, Denki and Mina brought back the more positive energy, because holy shit, they were in the same fucking room as their favourite hero. They should be fucking cheering. So yeah, maybe he helped the two drag stories out of Eraserhead, and maybe he actually started to get to know the man he had looked up to for years.
What he would never deny was the fact that he had a new contact in his phone as he walked away. Holy shit. He had Eraserhead’s number and instructions to contact him if he ever needed anything. The hero had even made sure that both he and Izuku, who had also been given the phone number, knew that anything really did mean anything. From needing rescuing to just needing someone to talk to. Holy shit, this was the fucking dream.
Notes:
toshi: *has never in his entire life sent a selfie*
toshi: sends denki a selfie with his tongue sticking out to show off the new piercing
denki: this is normal he's just silly like that
toshi: *confusion*---
denki: i can feel the judgement
toshi: fucking GOOD??
bee: every time i see this line i crack up so much i can actively hear the way this sounds in my head and it's so fucking funny---
mina; *sides with denki*
denki: aww thanks
mina: tf was i thinking i take it back why wuld i side with denki---
mina: *tries to have a conversation with izu and toshi*
izu and toshi: *too busy being gay to care*
mina: this did not go as planned---
bee, after izu posts the gc name with him, toshi, mina n denki: the fandom deffo calls them monopoly besties
huffi: and they dont even know why theyre called that lmaoo
bee: yes.---
huffi: the whole couch ghost thing is deffo a fandom insider
bee: as new fans come they get confused reading fics when a side character's name is "the couch's ghost" and the pure amount of fanart about a couch ghost and older fans have to explain it constantly and i love that---
their contact names for each other >>>>>
"kitty 💕" and "izuku my love <3"---
bee: shit what wuld toshi drink if he can't have coffee
bee: stares aggressively at the screen
bee: mango juice. no. make it sweeter. mango nectar. bro deserves this
bee: (he is also living off of any honey flavoured drink he can find, and making himself honey milkshakes whenever possible cuz it's the closest he can get to black coffee with honey)---
izu: ur sleeping more!
toshi: BARELY
toshi: AND ITS NOT WORTH IT---
toshi: r y guys planning to murder us cuz i'm pretty sure pro heroes aren't supposed to do that
izu: there's enough heroes who do that
toshi and izu 🤝 aware of heroes being not good ppl---
lady nagant reference who dis
---
izu: *is smart*
toshi: IM SO GAY
toshi: where r u i wanna kiss u
izu: on the toilet but feel free to watch if you get off on that sorta stuff
toshi: ill just wait outside i suppose :(((((((
bee: CACKLING
huffi: DYING LAUGHING---
toshi: if i see izu's dick rn i'll do something my piercer will hate me for
bee: DAMN WE RLLY GAVE UP ON THE PG HERE HOLY SHIT---
toshi: *being a pain for the sake of it*
toshi: i dunno if i wanna come over if ur house may explode---
izu: *just knows how to pick locks cuz ofc he does*
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toshi and izu: actively breaking into an apartment
toshi and izu: ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE
toshi and izu: well it kinda is but like----
ERASERHEAD APPEARANCE TURN IT UP THIS IS THD MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR
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mina: hugs all of them including aizawa
zawa: so used to this he just begrudgingly lets it happen
toshi: too stunned to speak
izu: catching his breath from his rambling---
denki who graduated years ago: sensei!
zawa who's so fucking used to this:---
toshi: takes off his mask
zawa internally: holy shit holy shit holy shit this kid, he's alive still holy shit thank fuck
toshi internally: oh shit he hates me doesn't he fuck shit fuck *panic*
zawa: *dad mode activated*---
toshi angst: *exists*
bee: giggling and sobbing at the same time (i love him so fucking much)---
toshi: i can't go to my building cuz it's full of assholes and Izuku hates it
toshi:
toshi: i mean i only really care about the second half of that statement ngl---
toshi: after bond tried to murder u
denki: which time? (cuz it has happened SO MANY TIMES)---
izu: *agrees with eraser about not drinking the night before patrol cuz he's a teachers pet*
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zawa: So you better not be doing that (drinking the night before work)
them who have done this multiple times:---
zawa: *exists simply the way he is*
toshi and izu; *have breakdowns*---
bee: u finally get the backstory on why mister blaster is ranked so low on the teir list how u feeling?
bee: giggling evilly cuz u guys got the abridged version and they just *know* how fucked up it was---
toshi and zawa 🤝 hating all might cuz of what he did to izu
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ERASERHEAD APPEARANCE LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (also why was this chapter so full of meme worthy moments that when i sent my memes over to huffi i had to split it up into 3 seperate discord msgs cuz it was too long) -bee
time to pass out (read: read some shinzuku fic) -huffi
Chapter 25: *slaps filler chapter with cute catasapling scenes in ur face* wait fuck thats not all–
Notes:
uhhhhh.......sorry? we definitely didnt forget, nah uh. and i definitely didnt get stuck doomscrolling instead of taking care of this as soon as we realised- (also bee is already asleep today, so no notes from bee, sadly :( guess ur stuck with me and my meme-ing skills) -huffi
OH AND YEAH, we changed the fic's rating to M. finally. LOL -huffi, still
prepare for: referenced past trauma (though imo not in a bad way. for starters, no one's having a panic attack!)
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 01.06.2160 00:00
happy pride month bitches (im allowed to make out with my love again) (and other things)
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457 is living happily in a cottage ❣️ @idontbingewatchnahuh · 01.06.2160 00:11
I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to wait longer–
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(🌱) letsapling
June 1
🐌🐛 kith
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Hitoshi was lounging on Izuku’s couch, waiting for his boyfriend to finish his shower and just scrolling through games, looking for the next small game he could become the best at. So far absolutely none were catching his interest. At the sound of the shower turning off, Hitoshi smiled softly, glad Izuku would be out soon. He fucking adored his boyfriend, hating any amount of time spent away from them. Yeah, Hitoshi would admit he was a clingy fuck, but Izuku never seemed to mind, if anything he appreciated it, so Hitoshi wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.
The door opened and Hitoshi immediately put his phone down, looking over to his boyfriend who always looked fucking gorgeous after a shower. Sure enough, hair still wet and dripping onto the shoulders of his white shirt, Izuku looked truly stunning.
Watching his boyfriend’s every move, Hitoshi admired Izuku’s arm muscles as he rolled towards him. He was so pretty, it wasn’t fucking fair. How was Hitoshi supposed to function when their boyfriend looked that beautiful? It simply wasn’t possible.
As Izuku rolled up close to Hitoshi, they expected a kiss or something small, not for the man to stop his wheelchair next to the couch and crawl over the fucking arm rest so he could plant himself into Hitoshi’s lap – not that they complained. Hell, Hitoshi would never complain about anything Izuku did, but this especially. The added weight instinctively calmed Hitoshi, loving the man’s close presence. “Hello there.”
“Comfy,” Izuku mumbled, putting his head on Hitoshi’s shoulder and snuggling closer.
“I love you,” Hitoshi hummed softly, their arms wrapping around Izuku, one hand finding the back of Izuku’s head, slipping into the curls like it was second nature.
“Love you, too,” Izuku replied, eyes slipping closed with bliss. Hitoshi would happily watch that face any day.
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 08.06.2160 11:43
ive read every catasapling fic out there and I need more. what do i need to do to make u lot give me more? gimme more PLEASE i dont fucking care what about just literally anything with me and the love of my life
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It was late at night and Izuku couldn’t sleep. He didn’t know why– ok, that was a lie, sort of. His mind was racing with too many thoughts, his heart thumped with anxiety and blood rushed in his ears whilst his body ached. There was no reason for any of these points, though. He didn’t have a reason to be anxious, but his brain had decided he would feel anxious anyways. Exhaling shakily, he kept playing with Toshi’s fingers.
There was no doubt that Toshi was still awake, too, despite his chest rising and falling rhythmically with his even breaths. Izuku couldn’t even see his eyes, he just– knew. “Toshi?” he whispered, voice too shaky for his liking. Fuck, he hated when the anxiety got bad.
“Love?” Toshi asked, immediately moving to meet Izuku’s eyes, hands running along her body, halfway between comforting and checking for injuries, before he settled them, one on Izuku’s waist and the other on his cheek. “What’s wrong Izuku, love?”
“Do you want to– to officially move in? Basically most your stuff is here anyway, we just need to do the paperwork?” Izuku asked, the first thing spilling from her lips that was on her mind. She hadn’t even planned on bringing that up right now.
“I would love to, this place feels more like home than anything else ever has. You feel like home. If you’ll take me, I’ll stay for as long as you let me.”
Izuku smiled, taking Toshi’s hand from his cheek and placing a kiss on it, even with his own hand still trembling. “You’re always welcome here, love. Forever.”
“You’re too good to me. I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” Izuku hummed. “I’ll send an email to my landlord tomorrow.”
“You’re so perfect, Izuku, love.”
Izuku snuggled closer to Toshi, fingers intertwined, but his body and mind still couldn’t rest, no matter the exhaustion clinging to his bones. He whined quietly, wishing he could just go the fuck to sleep, but even after half an hour, he didn’t get any closer to slipping away, so he spoke up again. “Toshi?”
“Hey love,” Toshi replied immediately, “Can’t sleep?”
“Mhm,” Izuku complained. “Feel anxious.”
“Aww, sweetheart,” Hitoshi sympathised softly, wrapping his arms tightly around Izuku, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Izuku let his tired head lean against Toshi’s chest. “Can you get my weighted blanket from the closet? It’s on the far right.” Usually, he didn’t need it, especially since Toshi was sleeping with him and basically a weighted blanket, anyways, but on bad nights – nights like tonight – he did need it.
“Of course, love,” Hitoshi agreed, giving Izuku a gentle kiss on the cheek before slipping out of bed, leaving the area he had once filled, seeming cold and empty. Luckily, he came right back, bringing Izuku’s weighted blanket, which Izuku immediately used to burrito himself in, leaving the other blanket to Toshi. The effect was quick and Izuku snuggled into his boyfriend once more.
“Thank you,” he mumbled. “You’re the best.”
“Any time. Even if I’m asleep, feel free to wake me, okay? I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Izuku slurred, heartbeat finally slowing, breaths evening out and matching with Toshi’s.
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(🌱) letsapling
June 16
so what if i dont like using x? or bluesky? or instagram? or tiktok? i like my little tumblr community. yall get me
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(🌱) LetSapling @letsaplingofficial · 17.06.2160 18:59
ok so apparently the way to my heart is katsudon, even if objectively it doesnt taste good
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CatasToshi @catastoshi · 17.06.2160 19:02
i TRIED ;-; cooking is fucking hard guys
LetSapling @letsaplingofficial · 17.06.2160 19:03
@catastoshi luckily for you, im biased and it still tasted good, cus u made it with love ;)
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 24.06.2160 06:31
meeting the parent today wtf do i do????? drop tips guys im so nervous
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CatasToshi @catastoshi · 24.06.2160 09:54
shes so sweet wtf? this is definitely where sap gets it from
CatasToshi @catastoshi · 24.06.2160 10:59
ugh her cooking is fucking amazing
CatasToshi @catastoshi · 24.06.2160 13:31
is this what mothers are supposed to be like?????
LetSapling @letsaplingofficial · 24.06.2160 14:05
she gave him a hug and told us to get home safe and he cried :(
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Izuku was on his way to the store, buying last minute ingredients for Toshi’s birthday cake – because it was Toshi’s fucking birthday tomorrow and he only found out an hour ago? And of course he didn’t have everything he needed to bake a cake. So, he’d packed a bag and left the flat, leaving Toshi alone to wrangle Bond away from Izuku’s mixer that he’d already put on the kitchen table before realising he was missing flour, sugar and a few other things. And whilst he was at it, he should probably also get him a birthday present– Ah, this was definitely going to take longer than the half hour Izuku told Toshi he’d need.
He was lucky he lived somewhere he could go to grocery stores and a few other shops on foot– or, well, on wheelchair. It was part of why he chose that particular flat, aside from it being wheelchair friendly. (Those were so incredibly hard to find in the first place.) Luckily, he found something he liked for Toshi just by checking the shop windows – truly his best friend – he came past. Tomorrow, coincidentally, also marked their first day officially living together, so it was the perfect present for both occasions. On his way out of the shop – gift safely stored in the little basket underneath his seat – he accidentally bumped into someone, which usually ended in shouting matches, but today seemed to be a lucky day, because the blond man he’d overlooked simply apologised and was already walking away when he suddenly did a double take back at Izuku and Izuku felt his heart stop (metaphorically) when he recognised the stranger. The uncharacteristic walk and soft aesthetic clothes with sunglasses and a pink surgical mask might be enough to fool random passersby, but not for Izuku, who’d spent fifteen years of his life seeing and loving the man behind the costume.
“Izuku?” Kacchan said, and way too many emotions crashed down on him at once. Fear, terror and anger were the most prominent ones, but it easily mixed with longing, nostalgia and happiness from memories that love-blind Izuku had made up late at night, back before they were even dating.
“Kacchan,” he replied tonelessly, trying to sort through his inner turmoil. But somehow, he was still… excited to see him. “It’s been a while.”
For a long moment, the two of them just…stared at one another, trying to grasp the situation. Then, finally, Kacchan broke the silence, “Do you– Do you have a moment?”
Izuku thought about Hitoshi, waiting at home, and he thought about the cake that needed to be made, plus the ingredients he had yet to buy. But… he wanted to hear Kacchan out. He was finally ready.
“Yeah, I’ve got a bit of time to spare.” For a moment, Kacchan looked caught off-guard, as if he didn’t expect Izuku to actually agree. In response, Izuku just smiled. “So, you got a place in mind?”
“Uh–” Kacchan coughed awkwardly, so insanely different from back then, that Izuku thought himself sort of silly for feeling scared upon seeing him. Like, yeah, he knew Kacchan had changed, but he’d never actually seen it, let alone felt it. Not like this. “Um, yeah, I know this place. It’s not far.”
Kacchan led them to a café about three minutes away. Neither of them spoke for a long time, only to order their drinks – Izuku chose water, Kacchan an espresso.
To: kitty 💕
got held up. i’ll need more time. should be home for late lunch at the latest. love you💕
(30.06.2160 – 10:43)
From: kitty 💕
oki ill be here when u get back <3
(30.06.2160 – 10:44)
From: kitty 💕
be safe my love <33333333333
(30.06.2160 – 10:44)
As soon as he saw Toshi’s reply, he pocketed his phone again, glancing at Kacchan, who seemed to try to gather the right words. Izuku had gone this far; had given him the chance to explain. But he wouldn’t be the one to start the conversation. So he waited.
It took a long moment until finally, Kacchan started. “I’m sorry.” A pause in which neither of them spoke. Izuku didn’t want to make it too easy. What? So what if he was a little petty? Kacchan took a deep breath, then repeated, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the fucking pain I’ve caused you, for all the stupid ways I mistreated you for fifteen years. I fucked up. I didn’t fucking know better and I’m sorry I didn’t. I’m not sure what even makes you think so fuckin’ highly of me, still, because I was and always will be an asshole and I never fucking deserved you. So– Just to make this damn clear, I know how much this means, it means a fuck ton to me, and I value this chance to finally be able to fuckin’ apologise a shit ton. If there’s ever fuckin’ anythin’ I can do to help you or do something for you, just let me know and I’ll be there. I’ll do anything to make it up to you– as long as it doesn’t hurt or endanger my family.” Kacchan, whose gaze had slowly wandered down the table to his cup of coffee, looked back up at Izuku. Izuku thought that was a reasonable boundary. “But you’re so fucking good, you wouldn’t do that anyways. Again, I’m sorry.”
Izuku nodded, letting the words sink in as the silence stretched. Finally, he quietly asked, “Did you ever actually love me?”
“Of fucking course I did,” Kacchan grunted immediately. “In my own, twisted, fucked up way. Not the way you fuckin’ deserved.”
Looking down at his untouched glass of water Izuku stayed quiet for a long time, processing that. For so long he’d truly believed Kacchan had done what he’d done just to mess with him. To break him. – Or for his own gain. Now it was hard to grasp that there’d actually been feelings involved. “I missed you,” he admitted weakly.
If Kacchan had looked taken off-guard earlier, he looked downright shocked now. “Why?” And– Izuku got it. He knew it was weird, hardly even realised it himself until he actually saw the man in the flesh again. But…
“You have been a constant in my life since I was born. I– I think I might even still– love you. NOT LIKE THAT,” he quickly clarified, desperate to not have this become a misunderstanding. “I have a boyfriend and he makes me happy. I love him a lot.” Izuku couldn’t help the smile creeping on his face as he thought about what Toshi might be doing right now – perhaps lecturing Bond about why he wasn’t allowed in the main room anymore after pulling a stupid stunt whilst trying to inspect his mixer. Then he quickly focused back on the conversation, “But… it’s still love, in some form. You were my first love and first and foremost, my childhood friend. It’s hard to simply– let go of someone like that. No matter how badly you treated me.”
Kacchan ran a hand down his face, laughing in disbelief. “You’re too fucking good for this world.”
In response, Izuku could only shrug. “This is who I am.”
“For the record,” Kacchan added, “I love you, too. Not like that– I fuckin’ love Eiji, and I love my family. But– you’re important to me, too. And I feel so fucking shitty for what I did to you, especially now that you’re still just– fuckin’ accepting it, like an idiot.” Izuku raised his eyebrows at the insult. “It’s true! You’re an idiot for not hating me. You’re too fuckin’ good. But because of that, I’ll make sure to make it up to you for the rest of my fuckin’ life. Not just that– In fuckin’ death, too. I’ll find a fuckin’ way.”
Izuku couldn’t help but smile. It healed some part of him, his inner child mayhaps, to hear Kacchan saying that. “I accept your apology,” he stated, watching Kacchan lose his shit– on the inside. He didn’t say a single word, but Izuku could still read his face like an open book, recognizing the emotions like they were his own. It was kind of funny to watch.
“THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING MEAN,” Kacchan eventually flipped, gesturing at him with both hands. “That wasn’t even a good fucking apology.”
“But it was genuine, isn’t that the most important part?” Izuku tilted his head to the side, looking at Kacchan with his best innocent look.
Kacchan crossed his arms and grumbled, “Fuckin’ idiot.”
Sighing, Izuku leaned forward on the table, “Kacchan. I’m turning 22 in two weeks. Don’t you think I’m old enough to decide for myself what’s good and right and who I let into my life? I think I should be allowed to act according to my feelings and thoughts, no?”
“Tch,” Kacchan grunted, but dutifully sat up in his chair, taking a sip from his espresso. Based on the expression on his face, it was cold already. No wonder. “Of fuckin’ course you’re allowed. Jus’ think it’s fucking stupid. You deserve better.”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “I decide what I deserve and what I don’t deserve. Feel free to have your opinion on it, but don’t scream it into my face. And my decision right now is to give you a chance. Accept your apology. See where we go from now.” He took his small glass of water and emptied it in one go.
Kacchan looked clearly displeased with Izuku’s decision, but this time, he didn’t voice it. “Fine.” He grumbled something that vaguely sounded like stupid, but Izuku chose to ignore it, considering he’d made the effort not to say it aloud.
“Good. Now, get your ass up. Unless you’ve got work, you’re not getting out of this one.” Izuku rolled backwards out of his spot at the table.
“Wh–?!” Kacchan looked at him in confusion and Izuku just smiled sweetly.
“You said anything as long as it doesn’t hurt or endanger your family. You can start by paying for our drinks and then help me get groceries; I hate using that mechanical grabber. You’re tall and strong and your legs function properly.”
Kacchan rolled his eyes, but he did walk up to the counter and pay for the drinks before following Izuku to the shop of his choosing. This was fine.
Notes:
toshi, at midnight on june 1st: happy pride month!
huffi: :)
bee: :)
The Doc: :)---
toshi:
izu: flump
(izu, alternatively: plop)
(izu, alternatively^2: plunk)
toshi:
toshi, with tears in his eyes: i love you so fucking much---
izu: anxiety, for no reason at all (genuinely)
toshi: talk to me ml
izu:
izu, taking one of the top 3 things out of the 235937857 things swirling in his head: move in here legally
toshi: ok
and thats how they decided that---
toshi, upon experiencing motherly for the very first time: *cri*
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izu and toshi: having normal conversation
toshi, casually: yea its my bday tmr
izu: youR WHAT---
katsuki normally: tank top, maybe some joggers, or even jeans or cargo pants if hes feeling fancy
katsuki undercover: softcore pastel clothes, walking with a straight spine
izu: I Know That Guy---
katsuki: u got time?
izu: yea
izu, texting toshi: sorry ill need more time
(that one tiktok filter: this action will have consequences)---
izu: i forgive u
katsuki: wtf---
izu: i love u
izu: NOT LIKE THAT.
katsuki: i love u, too
katsuki: NOT LIKE THAT.---
katsuki: sorry
izu: i forgive u
katsuki: no tf u shouldnt
izu: *uses methaphorical slipper to scold him*
katsuki: ok... sorry
izu: i forgive u
katsuki: :|
huffi: PROGRESSSS---
izu: hate that mechanical grabber
izu: ur tall n strong and u have functioning legs
huffi: he sounds like a grandma lol
bee: hes so real for that---
yah so katsuki will b back. hope yall enjoyed this one! i sure hope katsukis gonna win the swearther today or otherwise i'll be disappointed -huffi
Chapter 26: happy birthday to toshi. he gets a new friend.
Notes:
i just realised how threatening the title sounds, lol. anyways, guess who the friend will be >:) -huffi
yoooo sorry for the lack of notes from me last chapter (ik yall probably missed me so much like u must have been in tears without my amazing notes XD) anywaysssss have i mentioned i fucking love this fic? i love this fic so fucking much this fic is my entire lifeline and it makes me so fucking happy all the time hehe -bee
pre chapter meme bcs why not:
huffi, the sky nerd: OMG ITS RHURSDAY??? TS DAYYY
bee: ITS THURSDAY!?!?!?
bee: HUFFI
bee: HUFFI ITS THURSDAY!!!
huffi: FUCK ITS THURSDAYprepare for: brief talk abt toshi's (nd someone elses) traumatic past, its all pretty lighthearted tho
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Never before had Hitoshi had a birthday party, let alone anyone to celebrate with. He’d tried to tell Izuku he didn’t need one, never had before, but Izuku wouldn’t take no for an answer and had organised everything in the limited time he’d had to prepare, which was truly impressive. Izuku had even managed to get Mina to decorate their apartment in the morning hours, whilst they spent their time in bed, door firmly locked. They had taken pity on Mina though, keeping both of the cats with them– or well, Izuku had organised that too. Hitoshi hadn’t even known she was in the house until he smelled pancakes and got thoroughly confused.
“Izu, love?” Hitoshi asked, his boyfriend humming contentedly. “Why– how does it smell like pancakes?”
“Oh yeah. That’s probably Mina making breakfast.”
“Mina’s here?” Hitoshi squeaked, suddenly realising how loud they had been. Fuck. Had she heard them? What if she judged them for it? What if she thought they were weird or disgusting or freaky? Fuck, what if she didn’t want to be friends with Izuku after this? That would be fucking awful, holy shit.
Izuku chuckled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Don’t worry, birthday boy. I paid her. And she brought headphones. She came prepared.”
Hitoshi whined slightly, still uncertain about all of it, but accepting the kisses Izuku pressed to his jawline regardless. It was fine. It was Mina, as much of a gremlin and gossip as she was, she knew when to keep her mouth shut. Hell, she could have shown Izuku his dumbass face reveal, but she hadn’t. He could respect her for that.
With a soft groan, Hitoshi forced himself to get up, craving those pancakes now that he could smell them. Knowing Mina was here, he made sure he was fully dressed before heading out, his hand immediately finding rest on Izuku’s arm. Fuck, he loved Izuku so damn much.
The moment they made it out of the room, they were bombarded with decorations, several birthday banners going down the hall, confetti fucking everywhere, several balloons– some floating in the air, some on the ground. It looked amazing and Hitoshi could hardly believe that this was all for him. This barely felt like something within his reality, he knew it existed, knew it was a thing people did, but he had never experienced anything like this. Not personally at least. He hadn’t even been to a party, let alone his own. It was so bizarre but yet so fucking amazing.
Hitoshi hadn’t even finished admiring just the hallway when Bond ducked past him, immediately lunging for a balloon – fucking predictable bitch – which popped with a loud bang. There was a sharp intake of breath at Hitoshi’s right and he looked to Izuku just in time to see his love’s eyes dart around with panic, fingers rubbing at their wheelchair’s tires before they took a deep breath, visibly calming, only to freeze upon meeting Hitoshi’s eyes. Fuck. Hitoshi didn’t know if he should comfort them or move on; didn’t know what would help more. Another balloon popped, causing Izuku to flinch, but nothing worse.
“Should I keep him locked in our bedroom for today?” Hitoshi asked quietly, revelling at the ability to reference the room as theirs. Not just Izuku’s, both of theirs.
“No!” Izuku immediately said, despite flinching as a third balloon was eliminated. “I can handle it. It’s fine.”
“If you’re sure, but don’t hesitate to change your mind, ok love? I promise I won’t mind.”
Izuku nodded, then their attention landed on Bond, as the cat meowed in complaint before moving towards the next balloon. Out of the corner of his eye, Hitoshi could see Izuku tensing up, preparing for the next pop, but it didn’t come. In awe, they watched as Bond learned how to control his claws and hopped around with the balloon, not destroying it.
“Oh, so he can retract his claws now, but when he was trying to get on my lap, he just had to rip my skin up, didn’t he?” Hitoshi grumbled under his breath, unimpressed by his cat’s antics. That had fucking hurt, and for what? Izuku just chuckled, shaking their head lightly and moving towards the kitchen.
Behind the counter, Mina was moving around, flipping pancakes and setting the table. She just put their chocolate syrup on the table when she noticed them. “There you are! Happy Birthday, Hitoshi! Did you enjoy your morning?”
“Fuck you,” Hitoshi grunted, not missing the teasing tone, but Mina just handed him a mug of coffee– he could fucking drink coffee again, it still felt like a modern miracle, even a month later– “Thank you though, the decorations are beautiful.”
“Bond seemed to disagree,” Mina cackled, before looking over at the cat, “He doesn’t seem so full of hate now, though, so I’ll take it. And hey, there’s not even a need to take it down so fast, since you’ll need it in two weeks again, anyways.”
Looking at Mina, Hitoshi blinked, confused by the entire situation. What did she mean? Why would they need birthday stuff again?
Izuku chuckled, unsure, “My birthday is the fifteenth.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me? How am I supposed to get you a birthday present in time?” Hitoshi whined dramatically, although he really couldn’t speak on that topic.
“Hey, you gave me less than 24 hours of warning, I think two weeks is just fine,” Izuku rebutted.
“Yeah, but that’s because it’s my birthday. I never do stuff on my birthday, I only know it because it’s on my ID. You seem like a birthday person!”
“Sweetie, everyone is a birthday person,” Mina pointed out, her voice soft and lacking any sign of judgement, but that didn’t stop the way Hitoshi just felt like he had fucked up somehow.
There was a gentle hand on his wrist, pulling Hitoshi down until Izuku’s lips met his own. “Darling, I can’t just not celebrate the day the love of my life entered this world. From now on, I’ll celebrate your birthday every year, as you deserve.”
Hitoshi could have passed away at the words. Love of Izuku’s life. For months, Hitoshi had known Izuku was the love of his life, but being Izuku’s? It felt so fucking magical. Fuck him, he was too gay for this. Who cared about Mina? He was going to fuck Izuku on this very table. … Nope. No, he couldn’t do that. Not even if he really; really wanted to. Although maybe they could go back to their room– No. Mina was here, and that was rude– not that Hitoshi really cared about that, but he would be far too aware of her presence here; so he would have to wait. Maybe he’d shoo everyone out really quickly after they got here. Who needed a long party when they had the world’s best boyfriend? For now, Hitoshi would settle for pressing a firm kiss to Izuku’s lips and sitting in the chair next to Izuku, leaning into him as they ate.
Once they had finished eating, cleaned up– which Mina and Izuku refused to allow him to be a part of– and Hitoshi had done his eyeliner, it wasn’t long before Denki was knocking on the door. Hitoshi answered, “Oh, so you do know how to fucking knock? That’s news to me.”
“We had to force him,” FrostFire commented. Wait, FrostFire? What the hell was FrostFire doing at their front door? Sure, Hitoshi was getting weirdly used to heroes appearing, but that was Mina and Denki– and Eraserhead, Hitoshi supposed– but FrostFire? And Fumikage was here, too? Hitoshi distinctly hadn’t invited them– not that they weren’t welcome or anything, it was just… unexpected to say the least.
“Uh, hi? Good to see you again Fumikage, glad you managed to survive Endeavor, I suppose? And uh, hi FrostFire? Nice to…meet you?”
Fumikage nodded. “Thanks. Happy Birthday. Sorry, we came uninvited. Denki forced us.”
Ah. That explained a lot. FrostFire was probably the ‘Shouto’ Denki always talked about, then. Right. Ok. Sure enough, as Hitoshi let them in, FrostFire introduced himself properly, encouraging Hitoshi to call him Shouto, as apparently he didn’t like his family name. Hitoshi could relate to that, at least.
Shouto leaned in, pointing at Hitoshi’s scars, which was fucking terrifying. What was he about to say? Was he going to ask what his quirk was? Was he going to call him a villain? Whatever it was, it couldn’t possibly be good. “Did your parents do that, too?” Shouto asked, and Hitoshi just fucking froze. What? Wait, why would anyone– what? Why– what? Shouto, seeming oblivious to Hitoshi’s stunned silence, just pointed at his own scar. “My mother poured boiling water on my face when I was young, because it reminded her of father.”
“Shouto,” Mina hissed from behind. “First time meeting, remember?”
Confused, Shouto blinked at her, then looked at Hitoshi, his head tilting for a second before he spoke. “Oh, sorry. I forgot that I’m not supposed to, uh, ‘trauma dump’ when I talk to someone for the first time.”
Hitoshi couldn’t help the snort that escaped him, despite his best efforts to keep it in. Holy fucking shit. This was too funny. This… this was the new funniest thing. Hitoshi had thought telling kids who asked that he had gotten into a fight with a crocodile (and won, of course) was funny, but this? This was way better. Fucking trauma dumping on the first meeting and then admitting to forgetting social etiquette? Funniest shit ever.
“You’re chill. My guardians at the time did it, yeah, not my birth parents though,” Hitoshi replied, surprising himself slightly. He was pretty sure he had never openly said that before.
Nodding, Shouto said, “That sounds like a complicated situation. I am familiar with complicated family situations. My villain brother is dating a pro hero, my civilian sister is dating that hero’s best friend, my civilian brother is E-dating my villain brother’s boss, my mother lives in a mental hospital and my father is Endeavour. If you need someone to talk to, I’m sure I can understand.”
Hitoshi did his best attempt at a sage nod, despite barely holding back laughter. From then on, the party properly started. Everyone gave him gifts, something Hitoshi definitely was not used to, but he made sure to shower everyone with gratitude, no matter how out of character it was for him. They deserved to know that he appreciated that they cared enough to buy him something. Izuku’s presents – presents, multiple! – were last, and here, too, Hitoshi made sure to be careful with the wrapping, holding the gifts as if they were made of gold. The first wrapper had hidden a dark violet towel set, each embroidered with a black cat in the bottom right corner. Hand smoothing over the fabric, Hitoshi noted that the towels were insanely soft.
“Like I said–” Izuku spoke up and Hitoshi looked at him, listening to every word his boyfriend had to share. “It’s kind of a joint gift, since it’s our first day of officially living together– Same with that one.” He pointed at the bigger present out of the two left. “I know, it’s kind of lame, but I thought you might appreciate useful gifts more than, I don’t know, a statue of a cat that sort of looks like Bond–” “Hey!” They both ignored Denki. “Since your flat wasn’t really decorated.”
Hitoshi reassured Izuku immediately, because the man fucking knew him well, and while he definitely appreciated all of the gifts, from Denki’s statue, which was really cute, to the purple LED lights Fumikage had gotten him, or the mousepad Mina had gifted, or even the cat shaped ice moulds (For his fireball, despite fireball almost exclusively being a shot drink– it was the thought that counted.) Shouto had brought, none compared to Izuku’s gifts. Yeah, maybe Hitoshi had a little bit of gay bias, but the man also knew him best, and there were still two more that he just knew he would adore.
Reaching for the next one, Hitoshi realised that it was a lot heavier than a set of towels, and that it sounded as if glass was inside, so he very carefully set it into his lap and tried to somehow remove the wrapping paper without ripping it and without moving the box that held the gift too much – just in case something might break. After a few moments of silent fiddling; or, well, near-silent, since Bond slid into a wall after the balloon betrayed him, Hitoshi finally managed to open the box. Mindfully pulling the contents out, Hitoshi had to grin at the sight of the glass cups. He lined them up on the couch table, all six shaped like cat paws with different fur patterns printed on the outside.
“These are amazing. How did you know I wanted those? I saw them online once and every time I left the house, I went looking for them, but I had never even seen them!”
Izuku smiled. “Lucky guess.”
Hitoshi couldn’t stop himself from pressing a kiss to Izuku’s cheek. If it weren’t for all the eyes on him he would have done much more. Instead, he grabbed the last wrapped box-shaped present from the table. Once he got rid of the wrapping paper, he stared at the box, clearly unopened, so what was printed on the outside had to be inside. The box displayed insanely high-quality headphones, black ones with cat ears and purple details that would glow when turned on. Fuck, they were great, but fuck, the price was even greater. “I–”
“I’m sorry,” Izuku interrupted. “For breaking your headphones. I’d already planned on buying you new ones anyways, but on the way home yesterday, I saw these and it was the perfect timing, so, you know–” A week ago, when they’d moved the last of Hitoshi’s things out of his old flat and into their shared one, Izuku had accidentally broken Hitoshi’s headphones – and fuck, just remembering how many tears his boyfriend had cried then hurt his heart.
“Izu… you… you didn’t have to love. I was going to get them, I– It wasn’t even your fault. They were old as fuck, I– shit, these would have cost so much, I don’t– I can’t– Izu–” Hitoshi whined, unable to form proper sentences. They were too much. Too expensive.
Izuku shook his head, moving closer on the couch so he could kiss him on the lips. “You can. I broke them, so I replaced them. Plus, it’s your birthday, and I wanted to spoil you a little.”
Fuck him. Why did they have to do this in front of everyone? Hitoshi just wanted to sob into Izuku’s arms and fucking kiss his face off to make sure Izuku knew just how grateful he was.
“Get a room, you two,” Denki yelled, immediately getting elbowed by Fumikage, but not seeming to mind at all. The way Izuku flushed bright red made Hitoshi desperately want to do just that, but he knew he shouldn’t– he wanted to, though. He wanted to so fucking much.
“Will do,” Izuku said, somehow easily shifting from the couch into his wheelchair and pulling Hitoshi onto his lap. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Hitoshi is so fucking gay this was so fucking hot, holy SHIT. “Mina, turn the music up. We’ll be back in ten.”
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and history will call them close friends, bеsties, ROOMMATES, colleagues, anything but loversssss… except history is just my bf </3
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 05.07.2160 10:39
yall im too gay for this life (im so fucking gay)
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 10.07.2160 02:59
y am i becoming actual besties with pikas cru– FRIEND MHM JUST FRIEND– who else loves random trauma dumps at 2am
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LetSapling @letsaplingofficial · 10.07.2160 12:47
i thought you were asleep????
CatasToshi @catastoshi · 10.07.2160 13:05
@letsaplingofficial sleep? whats that? (insomnia be a bully and u were too cute to wake up)
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(🔧) Hatsume INDUSTRIES @meispersonalaccount · 10.07.2160 17:34
SCREAMING SOBBING CRYING GRINNING CACKLING LAUGHING DYING (I set them up yall) (ok thats a stretch but I DID tell them I ship them and I’m never wrong sooooo
|| CatasToshi @catastoshi ·
|| 10.07.2160 13:05
|| @letsaplingofficial sleep?
|| whats that? (insomnia be a
|| bully and u were too cute to
|| wake up)
Notes:
toshi: mina's here!?
bee: pffft imagine realising that AFTER spending the morning in bed with ur boyfriend~ i mean it TOTALLY doesn't matter cuz they were TOTALLY just dozing and doing nothing else TOTALLY---
toshi: What if she thought they were weird or disgusting or freaky?
bee: kinky freaks
bee: but also she already KNOWS ur freaky trust me, u r not subtle---
izu: dw I paid her. and she brought headphones.
huffi: CACKLING, WDYM HE PAID HER??? THATS SO HILARIOUS
huffi: i wrote it
huffi: i came up with it
huffi: but still
huffi: CACKLING---
bond: playing with balloons
bee: someone remind me to send the silly cat video i found that was inspiration for this scene on the discord---
balloon: pops
izu: flinches
toshi: worries---
bee (writing): he could fucking drink coffee again, it still felt like a modern miracle,
huffi: bee... it's been a month of in fic time since then...
bee: uh-
bee: IVE GOT THIS
bee (writing): even a month later
bee: great success!---
toshi: doesn't tell izu about his bday
izu: HOW CULD U NOT TELL ME!?
izu: doesn't tell toshi about his bday
toshi: HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME!?
bee: their in love ur honour---
toshi: I only know it because it’s on my ID
bee: i need yall to know he is not exaggerating, he did not know his bday until he'd aged out, then he knew because it was the day he was kicked out, but he lost track of the days while homeless, and then the only reason he worked it out was because of his ID
bee: *sobs quietly to themselves in knowing more about toshi's life than anyone else*---
mina: sweetie, everyone is a birthday person
nonbirthday ppl: *seething*
bee: she's stating facts, if u don't like ur birthday that means ur doing it wrong, sorry not sorry. (u don't have to like having parties, u don't have to have a party, but it's a day to just be a good day, that at the very least should make it enjoyable) (in my oh so humble opinion)
huffi: when i wrote that i actually meant that... yk... everyone has a birthday. u literally cant not be a birthday person----
izu: darling, I can’t just not celebrate the day the love of my life entered this world.
huffi and bee (making eye contact):
huffi and bee (screaming from the rooftops): GAYYYYYYYYY---
toshi: who cared about mina? he was going to fuck izuku on this very table.
huffi: LMAO WE JUST GAVE UP ON MAKING THIS PG DIDNT WE---
toshi: oh, so you do know how to fucking knock? that’s news to me.
shouto: we had to force him
bee: CACKLING---
toshi: glad you managed to survive endeavor, I suppose?
bee: ok i just did the maths, bro it has been almost 3 months, u gotta assume fumi took a hot minute to work out wtf toshi was on about---
mina: shouto! first time meetings, remember!?
shouto: immediately understands
bee + huffi: how many times has this guy done that and gotten the same reprimand, my guy-
huffi: and yes, they did actually write a rulebook for him to help him with social interactions---
shouto: i'm familiar with complicated family situations
shouto: *proceeds to monotone list off his bizarre ass family stories*---
denki: GET A ROOM
toshi: yk what? we will.
denki: *immediate regret*---
izu: we'll be back in ten
huffi: just ten? ambitious little fucker (literally)---
toshi: yall im too gay for this
literally everyone: WE KNOW---
*excited bee noises* -bee
the next chapter is...mmm...delightful :) -huffi
Chapter 27: mm delightful !
Notes:
:D -huffi
giggles - bee
prepare for: trauma response (panic attack, fleeing, lying, breakdown)... it gets heavy
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Mina, Denki, Ochaco, Eijiro– Should he? Should he not? Izuku’s pen tapped the name next to Eijiro’s, one already circled in and surrounded with question marks. They hadn’t spoken since their goodbyes after Kacchan helped him with the quick trip to the grocery store, but– it felt rude, not inviting Kacchan when his boyfriend and the rest of his family was coming.
A distressed whine fell from Izuku’s lips, causing Toshi, who was editing a video in their bedroom – after two weeks, saying their still didn’t get old – to come running. Fuck, he loved that man. “Izuku? Love? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Izuku gestured at his notes, though from an outsider point of view it was probably hard to tell what he was working on, since his notes for the video essay about the ocean saga were strewn about the table, as well. “I– I think I want to invite Kacchan, but I hate that I’m hesitant about it. Like, we– we talked, and it was fine, and he’s Eijiro’s boyfriend and–”
“You talked to him? When?”
Wait. Izuku looked at Toshi. “I didn’t tell you?” he asked sheepishly.
“No, I think I would remember the love of my life telling me he talked to his ex and abuser,” Toshi snapped, staring at Izuku like he had gone mad, eyes flicking across his whole body as though checking for wounds or scars or something. The sudden change in mood surprised him, especially since it was a mood he’d never seen Toshi have. He stared up at Toshi, unsure how to feel.
“I’m sorry, I swear I meant to tell you– We, uh, bumped into each other when I was out for your cake and birthday presents. We got something to drink and he apologised,” Izuku explained.
“Alone?” Toshi asked, sounding halfway between terrified and angry. When Izuku nodded, Toshi cursed. “I should’ve come with you.”
Izuku shook his head, “No, everything was fine–”
“What if you had been hurt? What if he isn’t better? What if it hadn’t been fine? I couldn’t fucking live with myself if I lost you. You didn’t even fucking tell me that was happening, what if he had gotten angry? What if he hurt you? Or even just scared you? I wouldn’t have been there. I wouldn’t have been there to help and I should have been there. I should have been there. Why wouldn’t you just tell me!?”
When Toshi raised his voice at the end, Izuku flinched, but then quickly answered, emotions nearly matching the heat of his boyfriend’s. “It was fine. We were in public, I could have exposed him as Dynamight at any moment– It was good to talk to him, and I think it was important that we did it without– without any biased outsiders listening in. He wouldn’t hurt me, and when we went to get the groceries, he was actually pretty funny–”
“You what?”
“Well, he offered to do anything to make it up to me, so I made him come with me so I wouldn’t need my mechanical grabber.” Izuku shrugged, suddenly flinching again when Toshi started yelling.
“I could do that! I could fucking reach for you, why would you fucking– he hurt you! He almost fucking got you killed before I even got to meet you!”
“It was for your birthday, it would’ve ruined the surprise! I didn’t mind going alone, but if he was already there–”
“I don’t fucking care about some stupid surprise, I just want you! I just need you to be safe! I didn’t even need a fucking party, I just need you! If you had been hurt– if he had hurt you– Why would you take that risk!?”
“I didn’t risk shit,” Izuku spat, feeling the anger bubble over. “He’s the number two fucking hero and he changed. He improved. He wouldn’t hurt me, not anymore!”
“STOP!” Toshi yelled, and all of a sudden, Izuku’s mind went blank. All his thoughts disappeared as if simply snapped away. When he tried to move his mouth; ask Toshi what was happening, he couldn’t. His body wasn’t reacting. The man in front of him recoiled as though stung, his eyes flashing wide open, stumbling back until his body hit the wall behind him, panic clear in his eyes before he squeezed them shut, his hands ripping at his hair. Izuku wanted to reach out, comfort him, but he was caged inside his mind, unable to do anything more than watch his boyfriend spiral.
Out of nowhere, Izuku jerked forwards, his muscles relaxing as if a string had been cut. What–? He tried to remember what had just happened, but one moment he was talking, fighting– fuck, they were fighting– and the next he snapped out of– what?
“Shit– I’m sorry– I– I can’t–” Toshi gasped, turning and sprinting across the room. Before Izuku could stop him, the front door was slamming shut and Toshi was gone.
Izuku gasped in a shuddering breath, trying to process, but it was no use in trying to stop the tears already forming and flowing. Fuck, what had just happened? One moment, he was talking and the next? Nothing? Holy shit, had that been Toshi’s quirk?
In any situation that wasn’t this situation, he would’ve thought it so fascinating, how it simply erased his memories for– however long he’d been controlled, but right now, all he could think about was the fact that his boyfriend, who he’d just had an argument with and then used a quirk he was always shunned and punished for, had left the apartment in a frenzy. Fuck, there was no way Toshi was in the right state of mind to be running around a city on his own right now– So much could happen.
Trembling and sniffling, he reached for his phone, dialling Toshi’s number through a tear-clouded vision– Call ended. Fuck.
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Hitoshi fucking ran. He didn’t know where to, he just had to get away. He had to get away before Izuku’s expression turned dark, before hate flooded him. Before Hitoshi would be forced to watch the man turn on him. He knew better. He knew not to let his quirk escape. Never. He knew better. No one ever responded well to that. No one could ever fucking stand him after that fuck up. He knew Izuku was different, he had been for a long time, but still, this would be the deal breaker. He knew it. He had been desperately hoping this wouldn’t happen. He tried to control it as much as he possibly could, but he hadn’t even meant to use it. He had just needed Izuku to look after himself. He had just needed to breathe. To survive. To live.
Hitoshi stumbled to a stop, having no clue where he was, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need to know where he was. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to go anyway. He was so fucking broken. His phone rang, display alerting him to an incoming call from Izuku, but he couldn’t– Hitoshi couldn’t listen to Izuku talk about how much he hated him. He couldn’t even fucking trust himself to function enough to stop himself from doing something stupid that he wouldn’t recover from. He had already done that once today. He hung up on the call. He hated it, hated himself for it, but he had to.
How was Hitoshi supposed to fix this– or, well, they knew they couldn’t fix it, but would this mean they lost everything? They had gotten rid of their apartment, and if this went anything like apartment hunting had last time, they wouldn’t be getting anywhere, so they were homeless. That meant there was no way they would be able to get Bond back, which would fucking break them because as much as Hitoshi claimed to hate the cat, they adored him with all their fucking heart. Then there was all their streaming stuff. They couldn’t risk going back for it, if not because they were terrified purely of seeing that hatred in Izuku’s eyes, but they knew they wouldn’t fight Izuku when the man tried to hurt them. They would let it happen, and they weren’t sure their body would survive that again. Their mind certainly wouldn’t. But if they didn’t get the stuff, they would run out of money sooner or later. Maybe they could ask Denki, but Denki was close with Mina and Mina would definitely choose Izuku over them, so Denki might not be safe anymore.
Fuck. Hitoshi was so fucking alone. They had nothing left. No one left. They had fucked up too much. They ignored their phone ringing; ignored the spam of incoming messages. They couldn’t. They just– they knew it wasn’t safe and they couldn’t let themself fall for the concern. They had made that mistake once; had believed that one foster house actually cared, that they should go back, then when they did, they got the worst beating of their life– well the worst beating before the last house they were in. They had taken everything further than anyone else did. What would Izuku do after Hitoshi had been taking advantage of him this whole time? They hadn’t used their quirk, but how would Izuku know that? How would Izuku know that Hitoshi hadn’t just had him under a spell this whole fucking time? Hitoshi turned their phone off.
They walked. They just fucking walked. They didn’t have anywhere in mind, didn’t have anywhere to go, but they couldn’t stay still. Couldn’t risk anyone finding them. Should they leave the city? Try going somewhere else, see if anywhere there would take them? They could buy a new streaming set up if they had somewhere to live. It would set them back a lot, but they could do another subathon– unless, fuck, Izuku was Sapling. He could just tell everyone who Hitoshi was. Crumpling to the ground, grateful for the park’s grass beneath their knees, Hitoshi finally let themself sob. They had fucked up, they had lost it all. They had nothing left. There was no way they could build that life back up. There was no way they could do anything. They had fucked up. They had fucked up so fucking bad. How had they dared to ever trust someone like that? If they had just thought with their fucking head, maybe they wouldn’t have ruined their life. This was their own doing. This was all their fault.
“Hitoshi?” The gruff voice cut through the sound of Hitoshi’s wracking sobs and the trees that shook with the wind. Fuck. Fuck, Hitoshi had to get out of here. Whoever it was, they knew. They knew and they would hurt them and they couldn’t. They couldn’t do that. They couldn’t– they couldn’t stand up.
Whoever it was sank into the grass next to Hitoshi, thankfully keeping some distance, but Hitoshi didn’t understand why, didn’t trust it. “What’s wrong?”
Hitoshi just shook their head, their fists burying into their eyes, trying to stop the stupid fucking tears so they would be able to fucking see through them. What were they supposed to do? Would they chase them if they ran? Could they even run if they tried? They had no idea how far they had run, no idea how long it had been. Would their body simply betray them?
All of a sudden, the human leaned closer, hands pulling Hitoshi’s away from their body. They tried to fight it, but they couldn’t. They couldn’t break free. They were simply at the other’s mercy. “Don’t hurt yourself. That’s not the answer.”
Hitoshi wanted to scream, wanted to force them away in any way fucking possible, but they couldn’t open their mouth without seeing Izuku’s slack face, without feeling all the flooding panic that came with that.
“If you promise me not to hurt yourself, I’ll let go.”
Nodding frantically, Hitoshi desperately tried to pull away, trying to make sense of this somehow. They needed to know who this was. They did let them go, and Hitoshi immediately shoved their whole body away from the person, scrambling back and finally forcing their eyes open; distraught gaze landing on the man. Eraserhead.
He struggled for a long time, his mind fighting between the insistence that Eraserhead was safe, he had always been safe, and the fucking voice pointing out that Izuku had been safe. Izuku had been safe, but Hitoshi had fucked that up, and now he wasn’t, which meant Mina wasn’t. Which meant Denki wasn’t. Which meant pretty much all of their class wasn’t. Which meant Eraserhead wasn’t. Fuck. Fuck, he was here to take Hitoshi in. He was here to force Hitoshi to give himself up. Is that what Izuku wanted? To get him sent to jail? Shit, what if Izuku thought Hitoshi had used his quirk to rape him? What if Izuku thought he would do that– Hitoshi couldn’t. He couldn’t fucking do that. He couldn’t be that person to Izuku, but he also couldn’t stand the thought of anyone thinking that way about him. He would never. He would never fucking do that
“Hitoshi, breathe.” Eraserhead didn’t try to approach him again, but Hitoshi still felt caged in, suddenly all too aware of the man’s capture scarf. There was no option of running. “Are you injured?”
“He sent you,” Hitoshi forced out. The words were not a question. He couldn’t ask a question. He couldn’t do questions. He had to stick to statements. He couldn’t fucking activate his quirk accidentally again. He couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t risk any of that.
Eraserhead stared at Hitoshi for a moment, before slowly saying, “Yes. Izuku sent me. He’s worried. But a little less now, knowing you’re not lying dead in a ditch. We’d both be even less worried if you could confirm that you’re not injured.”
Right. They were worried he was out here hurting people, out here doing crime, being a villain. They… that had to be it. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. This was a trick. It was all a trick. Being nice was a trick. It was never like this. Did they– They wanted to know if he was injured so they wouldn’t have to worry so much about him escaping, about him running away, about him fighting. Unless… Fuck what if they are asking to find out how much they needed to punish him, or how much they could say he had already been punished by the universe? What should he tell them? What would hurt the least? “I– I got hurt, I’m– you don’t need to do more– I learnt my lesson, I swear, I won’t– I won’t do it again.”
“Hold up, take a deep breath. No one’s going to hurt you.” Eraserhead paused, eyes staring at Hitoshi with a sort-of terrifying aura. What was he waiting for? What did he want from Hitoshi? “Breathe. Take a deep breath in–” This time, Hitoshi actually registered what Eraserhead wanted, he just didn’t understand why. Was he planning to punch the air out of him? Was this some sort of cruel and unusual punishment? Or was this just him making sure Hitoshi could follow the most basic of commands? Either way, ignoring him was not an option. Hitoshi took in a deep breath, waiting for the attack that never came. “–And out, there you go. Okay, where’s the pain? Are you bleeding?”
Shit. Hitoshi needed to find a believable pain, something that they would trust had actually been hurt bad enough to not hurt him more, but not be visible. Rolled ankle would be too small. Maybe a dislocated shoulder? He could say he put it back in place but it would still hurt like hell afterwards. There was no way to prove that didn’t happen.
“No– I– I dislocated my shoulder. It’s back now, I just– it hurts,” Hitoshi let his fear into his voice just a little, enough to make it sound pained. Faking an injury was good. If they decided to add more pain, they’d likely want to exaggerate the current pain, but hopefully Hitoshi could play it off as worse than it was.
“Okay, I’ve got an instant cold pack, all you need to do is shake it, then it should turn cold.” Eraserhead reached into one of his pockets, and Hitoshi immediately tensed, waiting for the pain. He knew it was better to be relaxed, knew it hurt less long term, but he had never quite managed that skill. “Here you go.”
Hitoshi flinched away from the man’s hands as they came close. Too close. They didn’t land though, just holding out the hand, the small instant cold pack being offered. Everything pointed to the thought that Eraserhead was trying to help, but he was sent by Izuku. Izuku, who hated him now. Izuku, who had probably leaked photos of his face already. Izuku, who likely wanted Hitoshi dead. There was no way Eraserhead was trying to help, so what did he want Hitoshi to do with this? He stared at it apprehensively, not willing to take it from Eraserhead.
Eraserhead took a small step back, shaking the compress as if to demonstrate how it worked before offering it to Hitoshi once more. “Now you don’t need to activate it anymore. Just hold it to your injured shoulder.”
Oh. It was a test. Hitoshi had to choose a shoulder and stick to it, they were testing if he’d forget which one was injured because he was lying. Hitoshi settled for the right shoulder. He could remember that. The right shoulder was right. Hesitantly, his eyes following Eraserhead’s every movement, checking for any sign he was doing something wrong, Hitoshi pressed the cold pack to his shoulder. The cooling sensation was nice in the summer heat, even without him having an actual injury to soothe. Plus, it was helping to ground him somewhat, which he would need if he wanted any chance of escape. After all, if he’d thought his last foster home was bad, imagine how much pain pro heroes could inflict.
“Good, okay. Just keep it there,” Eraserhead said, once more filling Hitoshi with a wave of doubt. What was he trying to do? What did he want to accomplish? Was he trying to help? Was he trying to trick Hitoshi? What was it? “Do you want to sit back down? Or would you rather go somewhere else?”
Hitoshi shrugged, praying Eraserhead wasn’t one of those people who got furious if you didn’t choose. It was always so fucking hard. Should he choose one and hope it’s the correct answer, or should he let Eraserhead choose? As it was, Hitoshi didn’t know the man well enough to know which would be correct.
“Do you mind sitting here?” Hitoshi shook his head. Technically he minded everything, but honestly just crumpling to the ground here felt like it would be pretty nice. “Okay, then let’s sit back down.” Eraserhead did just that, lowering himself into the grass until he sat on the ground, knees bent and legs parted in a relaxed position.
They sat in silence there for a while, Hitoshi far too terrified to speak, and Eraserhead seeming… comfortable with the quiet? Hitoshi wasn’t completely sure if that was right, but he knew he couldn’t exactly leave, so he was trapped here for now.
Eventually, Eraserhead broke the silence. “Do you want to talk about it?” Hitoshi just shook his head. He knew that one. He wasn’t supposed to speak. Not even if they seemed to imply he could. They would never want him to speak. Speaking meant muzzles. “That’s okay, are you ready to go home?”
Home? Home where? Hitoshi didn’t have a home. Izuku wouldn’t want to take him back– unless, fuck what if the man wanted to keep him to punish him, to teach him? Hitoshi couldn’t go through that again. He had barely escaped the– he had barely survived it last time– being kept there, forced to wear the muzzle at all times, forced to learn just how awful he was. No. No, Hitoshi would not survive that again. Not again. Never again.
Nothing was said, Hitoshi didn’t even move, or well he didn’t think he had moved, but somehow Eraserhead seemed to know, seemed to notice his fear. “Okay, then let’s just sit.”
What was his strategy? What was his plan? What did he want? What was he worried about? Why hadn’t he just dragged Hitoshi back to wherever he wanted them to be? Eraserhead was more than strong enough. “You don’t– You can leave. I don’t have a social worker to bother you about it– not that she would have anyway, but… I won’t tell anyone. You can just leave me. No one will know.”
“…What if I don’t want to leave you alone? You’re clearly in distress and I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself further wandering around by yourself.”
Okay, that wasn’t what was holding him back, the hero wasn’t worried about any backlash, so what was he worried about? He claimed it was about Hitoshi being hurt but there was no way that was the problem. What was the danger of Hitoshi being by themself– oh. Villainy. They didn’t want them to be able to turn villain fully, didn’t want to have to fight them when they were a villain. That was it. They wanted to make sure they couldn’t do any crimes.
Eraserhead didn’t move, so Hitoshi, too scared to do anything else, simply sat there, watching the hero out of the corner of their eyes, waiting for any sign he would attack, or do something, anything, but nothing came. They just sat there until the sun was sinking deep below the horizon, and Eraserhead’s phone started buzzing, clearly on silent, but even the smallest sounds were a stark contrast to the previous emptiness in the air. Hitoshi expected the man to answer it, to tell them where Hitoshi was, to explain he had the situation in control– Hitoshi still didn’t understand the man’s goal, but it was clear he was comfortable where he was at, so he must have some idea. Instead, the man just ignored it, letting the call go to voicemail.
Almost immediately, the phone started up again, and with an annoyed sigh, Eraserhead picked it up. “What do you need?”
Hitoshi couldn’t make out the words being said on the other side of the phone but Eraserhead clearly could, immediately replying with “I can’t come in tonight. Family emergency.” What was that supposed to mean? Hitoshi wasn’t family. Maybe he was referring to Izuku and the others? Maybe he thought Hitoshi was a danger to them, so he was keeping them away? Was that what was going on? It made sense. They didn’t know that Hitoshi would never be able to bring themself to hurt Izuku.
More inaudible words came and Eraserhead nodded, “Yes, I’m with one of my problem children right now. I’ll call you back if I can come in later, but I doubt it.”
Problem child. Everything about that screamed this was their fault, this was Hitoshi’s doing, this was a problem, Hitoshi was a problem, but at the same time… Their mind conjured up memories of Mina and Denki talking about being problem children, seeming to hold the title with pride and joy. Then there was the way Eraserhead had called them problem children when Hitoshi had met him at Denki’s place. It wasn’t an insult, it was a loving, soft nickname, said with all the care in the world. It was something nice. Something good. So why had he referred to Hitoshi in the same way? It made no sense.
Hitoshi watched, deeply uncertain about what was going on, as Eraserhead hung up the call and started typing something into his phone. After a few moments, he turned to Hitoshi, “Are you hungry, kid?” Hitoshi didn’t understand why the man kept calling him that, but he’d done the same with Mina and Denki, so maybe it was just how he talked to younger people? Hitoshi had no idea. They also didn’t know what the correct answer to the question was, so they just shrugged. Eraserhead seemed to take that as a yes, standing up and encouraging Hitoshi to follow him, saying something about pizza. Hitoshi didn’t really take it all in, too busy watching the man cautiously, waiting for any sign that he would attack as Hitoshi hesitantly followed him.
Eraserhead picked a table in a secure corner, one where Hitoshi could keep the kitchen door and the exit in view at the same time and ordered them pizzas. How did Eraserhead know which one was their favourite? Why would he care? Was this his way of giving Hitoshi their last meal before the punishment started? Should they not eat it? No. They needed to take whatever food they could possibly get. If they didn’t eat now, the others would decide they didn’t need to eat at all. They knew that.
Once their plates were empty, Eraserhead leaned back, eyes straying across the room until they landed on Hitoshi. “You know, I was also always accused of having a villainous quirk.” What? Where had that come from? Was he going to tell Hitoshi how he learnt to control it or something? It didn’t really seem to follow considering he was a hero, but maybe there was something they were missing? Hitoshi had no idea, so they just listened to the man’s words. “Luckily, I was never in the system, since my parents didn’t give me away, but they also didn’t care about me, so…” he trailed off. “School was the worst. Teachers would blind me, classmates would kick me in the face until my eyes were swollen closed– And I thought there’d never be anyone who would accept me, quirk and all. But then came UA. I met my husband. I met– my best friend, I met Midnight– They all accepted me. Cared about me. It was…strange, but it was nice, once I got used to it. Once I could finally grasp that it was real, that they wouldn’t leave at the smallest misstep.”
Hitoshi wondered how different their life would have been if their last foster house had let them go to school, if they hadn’t decided homeschooling was the best way to stop Hitoshi getting ideas about villainy. They wondered if they would have gotten into UA. They had done the entrance exams, and they were pretty sure they had at least done ok on the theory one. The practical not so much, but whatever they had gotten didn’t matter, because that house had kicked them out and they had ended up locked away with no idea if any of it would have worked out. Hitoshi didn’t know what Eraserhead wanted them to feel about this, but all they felt was an aching longing for a reality where they had made it in, maybe befriended Denki while they had been there, maybe even managed to make it into the hero course.
Silence stretched as Hitoshi’s mind filled with wondering, dreams far from reality and uncertainty filling them. Eventually, Eraserhead broke the soundless barrier, cutting deep into their thoughts. “Hitoshi, we care about you. Everyone’s worried. Please come home.”
Hitoshi stared at Eraserhead for a long time, trying to gage how sincere he was, and fuck, the man looked beyond genuine. Hesitantly, Hitoshi tested the waters. “Is this a trick?” If it was, there was no way Eraserhead would respond verbally to them.
Notes:
izu in the living room: *makes distressed sound*
toshi: *sprinting into the room, abandoning what he was doing in the other room*
bee: they r so gay and protective i love em---
izu: i talked to kachaan
toshi who's only ever known abusive ppl who had no remorse for what they did: you WHAT!?!?!? R U OK!?!?!?!?!?!?---
toshi: angry protective angry
izu: "it was a mood he’d never seen Toshi have"
bee: they've never had a fight before ur honour toshi has never raised their voice before ur honour toshi feels comfortable enough TO raise their voice ur honour---
toshi: He almost fucking got you killed before I even got to meet you!
bee: cries knowing that the thought of never meeting izu terrifies toshi---
toshi: I just need you to be safe! I didn’t even need a fucking party, I just need you!
bee (while sobbing): gayyyy---
When Toshi raised his voice at the end, Izuku flinched
huffi: also did u notice izu flinching at toshi screaming bcs screaming usually is followed by...yk, pain even if it was 100% subconscious and he thinks --hopes-- toshi wouldnt do that
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toshi: unintentionally uses his quirk but it's so unintentional that until he commands izu to stop (even if he's not realising that he's commanding something), izu doesn't notice (usually toshi pulls on the quirk intentionally with the question and immediately after the response begins they r pulled under) - quirk analysis by bee
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bee: notice, when izu tries to call toshi, it says "Call ended" cuz toshi hits end call cuz it's the first call before he turns his phone off
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bee less then a paragraph into rereading toshi's pov of this chapter for like the hundredth time: *already crying*
(i'm not kidding, i unironically have tears in my eyes i love him so much this hurts so much)---
toshi: they couldn’t listen to Izuku talk about how much he hated them
bee: ok what if i sob my fucking heart out? what then?---
eraserhead: we r all worried
toshi: well they obviously aren't worried about me... oh they must be worried about me becoming a villain
bee: NO U DUMBASS JUST ACCEPT THEY LOVE U---
eraser: Yes, I’m with one of my problem children right now
bee: i need yall to know 2 things about this: 1) the yes implies whoever is asking about why he's not clocked in on patrol yet (cough detective tsukuachi cough) asked if he was with his problem children cuz that's the only reason eraser would ever be late, and 2) toshi is his problem child despite never going to u.a. (i love him)---
eraser: I met– my best friend
bee: cough oboro cough---
look at me, formatting this in the morning instead of having a breakdown at night abt it- (and all i had to do was copy paste and move the one scene break to the centre) :skULLEMOJI:-huffi
see the thing is, for once, i'm not sorry. i love this chapter with all my heart and soul - bee
Chapter 28: no way we’re apologising for that cliffhanger LOL
Notes:
giggles happily to myself cuz i love toshi angst -bee
there are like 100 things in my head rn and its not shinzuku, unfortunately. (its bkdk bcs s8 is fucking insane and i just watched ep 3 and 4 and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh) (kacchan bakugou <3) (ganbaruyo, izuku :face_holding_back_tears:) -huffi
prepare for: uhh baaically the aftermath of last chapter. lots of crying involved :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“No, there’s no trick, I promise.”
Shocked to his core, Hitoshi blinked in surprise. No one did that. No one answered him. No one ever took that risk. Eraserhead was smart, Hitoshi would never deny that fact, so he knew exactly how dangerous of a risk it was, yet the hero had chosen to do it regardless. Why?
“We just want you home, safe and happy,” Eraserhead paused whilst Hitoshi’s thoughts were spinning. There was no way that was true. It couldn’t be true. It made no fucking sense. Why would it ever be true? “I know it’s hard to wrap your head around it, but we care. I care. Let us keep proving it.”
“B– but why?” Hitoshi choked out, the tears filling his eyes once more as he brought his knees up to his chest, feet just barely finding space on his chair to make that possible. Why would they do this? Why would they pretend to care– or– why would they care? No. It couldn’t be that, but– Eraserhead didn’t seem like the type to lie to villains. He seemed like he would just get this over and done with and arrest Hitoshi and it didn’t make sense that he hadn’t. Why hadn’t he? Why didn’t he hate Hitoshi? Why? Just… why?
“Because you’re you. Simple as that. Though, I can imagine that’s a hard answer to process, so I’ll give you more. You’re a good human. You’re kind and you care. You love cats, which is a big plus in my books– And most important of all, you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. And that’s coming from someone who didn’t spend the last few months practically glued to you.”
“You’re wrong. I’m not a good person. I may as well be a villain– I fucking– I brainwashed my boyfriend!”
Eraserhead leaned across the table. “By accident. Denki electrocuted the entire class several times while he was learning to control his quirk. Mina burnt me with her acid once, I still have the scar from it. Do you think they’re villains for doing that?”
“But mine’s a villain quirk!”
Raising an eyebrow, Eraserhead pointed out, “One drop of Mina’s acid could kill someone, if she composed it right. People wouldn’t stand a chance against Denki, if he didn’t hold himself back from killing. Momo can produce any poison she likes if she knows the chemical makeup. Everyone’s quirk is dangerous, everyone’s quirk is scary, knowing what they can do– Quirks are just like knives. They can cause harm, but only if you want them to.”
Logically, Hitoshi knew this, he had seen villains with all sorts of quirks, ‘villainous’ or otherwise, but it was different. He was different. He took away people’s free will. That was abusive. That was manipulative. That was evil. There was no way to make it ok. “But they have the ability to do good with that. I can’t. All I do is force people to do things against their will. Mine is only bad. I am only bad.”
“Imagine there’s a villain holding someone hostage, a gun to the civillian’s head, if you move they shoot. You would be one of the only people in the whole world who could save that person.” That… Hitoshi wanted to argue it. Wanted to insist that he wouldn’t be able to help, but Eraserhead wasn’t wrong. Hitoshi could save that person. He could help. “There is no such thing as villainous quirks. The human wielding the tool is the one who decides what it’s used for. Be it good or bad.”
“B– but no one ever thinks that? Izuku– He’s good, too good, but not even he can be that fucking good. It’s not possible.”
Eraserhead sighed, pulling something up on his phone and sliding it across the table, “Read this.” Hitoshi wavered slightly, not sure if it was the right thing to do, but at an encouraging nod from the hero, he picked up the phone. At the top read Izuku’s contact name, the messages clearly scrolled up to the first time they had ever messaged each other.
From: Izuku Midoriya
thank you for sharing your number with me, eraserhead-san!!!
(14.05.2160 – 19:47)
To: Izuku Midoriya
It was good to meet you kid. Feel free to message me if you ever need anything.
(14.05.2160 – 23:32)
— 13:21, 11/07/2160 —
call ended, 3m 48s
To: Izuku Midoriya
I’ve found him. He’s ok.
(11.07.2160 – 14:09)
From: Izuku Midoriya
Hello. This is Inko Midoriya. Thank you, Izuku is very relieved. Please let us know how you proceed.
(11.07.2160 – 14:12)
To: Izuku Midoriya
He has a dislocated shoulder, it’s relocated now. I’m staying with him until he is ready to move.
(11.07.2160 – 15:00)
To: Izuku Midoriya
He needs some food. Do you know what he likes? Preferably a comfort food?
(11.07.2160 – 20:34)
From: Izuku Midoriya
hell probsbly wnt margarita rn
(11.07.2160 – 20:35)
From: Izuku Midoriya
unleess hes diing good rhen pizza with lots of topping
(11.07.2160 – 20:35)
To: Izuku Midoriya
Okay. I will get that for him. How are you?
(11.07.2160 – 20:36)
From: Izuku Midoriya
i miss him. pls brung him home sooon
(11.07.2160 – 20:36)
From: Izuku Midoriya
bond hasnt stopped mewwing at th door
(11.07.2160 – 20:37)
From: Izuku Midoriya
dies his shoulder hurt s lot?
(11.07.2160 – 20:39)
From: Izuku Midoriya
did he icrme it
(11.07.2160 – 20:39)
From: Izuku Midoriya
is threr anythin else you need to do whnn caring for a disloctaed sholder
(11.07.2160 – 20:40)
From: Izuku Midoriya
onlinr says not much but ur sureky more experienced w first aid tham the internez
(11.07.2160 – 20:40)
Hitoshi looked up from the phone, tears streaming down his face, Izuku cared. He still cared. Even after Hitoshi had fucked up. Even after Hitoshi had brainwashed him. That wasn’t– That didn’t happen. That never happened. He could understand Eraserhead not being mad about it– or well, that was a stretch, but at least it somewhat made sense, but Izuku? He had experienced it first hand. That should be enough to make sure Izuku would hate him forever. It just… It didn’t make any sense.
“He should hate me,” Hitoshi whispered, his eyes flicking down to the screen once more, as though checking he wasn’t seeing things.
“He loves you,” Eraserhead corrected.
“He shouldn’t! I– I took away his choice. He was telling me that something else was his choice and I just– I took away his ability to make a choice. I– I’m a fucking monster. He shouldn’t love me. He shouldn’t fucking– he– he shouldn’t…” Hitoshi sobbed, his ability to form words failing him at the end. Why didn’t Izuku hate him? He should hate him. He felt a hand land on his shoulder and flinched back, eyes going wide before he registered no pain was coming from it. Eraserhead was safe. He was safe. Hitoshi knew that.
Focusing on Eraserhead, Hitoshi listened to his words. “No. What you did was accidentally activate something no one ever taught you how to use. That does not make you a monster. You didn’t hurt him, you didn’t use him.”
Hitoshi wanted to argue, but before he did, a message from Izuku popped up, stopping him in his tracks.
From: Izuku Midoriya
csn you tell him im sorry? i didnt mesn to make him upset. i lovr him nd ill not invite if thst makes him feel bettee. in not ipset, i just want him zo come home
(11.07.2160 – 21:38)
Hitoshi hesitated for a long moment, before dragging his phone out of his pocket, restarting it; his hands shaking as hundreds of messages flooded in, from Izuku, Denki, Mina, hell, even Shoto had sent several messages, and Fumikage had, too. There was even one from Eraserhead. Hitoshi shook his head, they weren’t important. What mattered was Izuku’s messages. All 108 of them. Hitoshi didn’t read them, just sending Izuku one message
To: izuku my love <3
why ddont uhate me?
(11.07.2160 – 21:41)
From: izuku my love <3
i ciud nevrr hste u, lve
(11.07.2160 – 21:41)
To: izuku my love <3
but u shuld haate me!
(11.07.2160 – 21:42)
To: izuku my love <3
imnot a goood personn
(11.07.2160 – 21:42)
To: izuku my love <3
i BRIANWASHED u
(11.07.2160 – 21:43)
From: izuku my love <3
bx svcgudntr
(11.07.2160 – 21:44)
Hitoshi froze, his screen lighting up with an incoming call. He couldn’t– what if Izuku hated him– what if this was all an elaborate lie so Izuku could yell at him? What if– no. No. Izuku wasn’t like that. Izuku had never been like that. Other people. Not Izuku. Izuku wouldn’t fucking do that. Hitoshi hit the answer button.
“Toshi,” Izuku sobbed, voice barely louder than a whisper. No. No, Izuku was crying. Izuku was crying because of him. This was his fault. This was all his fault. If he had just fucking shut up, if he had let Izuku invite the fucker without questions, if he had done anything different, Izuku wouldn’t be crying. “Toshi, I’m so sorry,” Izuku choked out between sobs. His voice sounded broken and hoarse, ripping at Hitoshi’s heart, knowing it would only sound that way after hours of crying. Fuck. Hitoshi had fucked up so bad. “I love you so much. I didn’t mean to make you mad, I’m so sorry. It was an accident, I trust you. You’d never hurt me. How are you? How is your shoulder? Does it hurt a lot?”
“Izu– I–” Hitoshi stumbled over the words, suddenly painfully aware that by lying about his shoulder to Eraserhead, he had lied to everyone, but he couldn’t– he couldn’t just say that it was a lie, because he knew it was wrong. He was so fucking awful. Everything he could possibly do wrong, he had done it. “Izu, I’m so fucking sorry– I– I understand if you don’t want to see me, I– I fucked up, I know that, I should never– I should never have let my quirk slip out, I didn’t mean to. I– I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Please just come home,” Izuku whispered, and it physically hurt Hitoshi to hear his worn-out voice. The words themselves ripped through Hitoshi and suddenly it went from his worst fear to an intense need. He needed to get back to Izuku, needed to be there, needed to fix this.
“I’m coming, love, I’m on my way,” Hitoshi replied, not even caring that this could be a trap. It didn’t matter. He just needed to get back there, to be there, to stop Izuku from crying. He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand how much it hurt to hear.
Looking over to Eraserhead, the man nodded, clearly understanding. “I’ll call a taxi.” Hitoshi sighed in relief, following the man out of the door and anxiously pacing along the sidewalk, talking in soft whispers to Izuku, hundreds of apologies and comforts and everything slipping from his lips. He never talked this much, but he couldn’t stop. Not when he so desperately needed Izuku to hear him, to be ok. He didn’t even stop talking when they got into the taxi, just focusing on Izuku and blocking out the sounds around him as Eraserhead organised the trip back.
Upon arriving at Izuku’s apartment, Hitoshi practically threw himself out of the car, moving as fast as he could to Izuku’s apartment, ignoring the way his legs, tired from running earlier, burnt at the movement, but Hitoshi didn’t care, he didn’t even stop when he saw Izuku’s mother opening the door, just moved past her, crumbling to his knees in front of Izuku. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t mean to. I would never do that to you. Not on purpose. I just– fuck, I thought I had lost you, I’m so fucking sorry, I–”
“Shut up and get here,” Izuku interrupted him, voice still so fucking hoarse. His fingers uselessly grasped at Hitoshi’s shirt, clearly too weak to actually pull him up. For the first time, Hitoshi actually looked at Izuku. His face was red and swollen, eyes puffy and lashes clumpy. Tears stained his cheeks and Hitoshi could see how utterly destroyed he looked. He moved in a millisecond, pushing himself up so he could wrap his arms around Izuku, sobbing into the man’s shoulder. Holy fucking shit. How was this happening? How was Izuku this forgiving? It made no sense. It was so wrong and Hitoshi didn't know what to do with it, but he couldn’t be happier, knowing that this insane reality was somehow undeniably true.
Hitoshi gasped as Izuku’s arms slipped behind his knees, pulling him forwards until Hitoshi fell into Izuku’s lap. Izuku’s hands started rubbing circles into his back, soothing Hitoshi even when he was still crying himself. Hitoshi wrapped his arms tightly around Izuku, pressing his face into Izuku’s neck, whispering constant apologies and desperate attempts at comfort. He didn’t know what else to do. Didn’t know if there was anything else he could do. Izuku was murmuring the same things back, as though Hitoshi’s words weren’t properly registering as much as Izuku’s weren’t fully being understood by him. It didn’t matter to Hitoshi though, because somehow, by some insane twist of luck, Izuku didn’t hate him; didn’t want him not to speak anymore.
After some unknown amount of time, their breaths evened out and they finally ran out of tears.
Hitoshi took a deep breath before he spoke, this time the words were clearer, the importance behind them far more pronounced. “Izuku, love, don’t answer questions when I ask you. I don’t– I don’t want to accidentally brainwash you again. It’s just verbal responses that I can control but… please, just– don’t answer if I ask a question.”
When Hitoshi met Izuku’s eyes, his boyfriend– how they were still boyfriends after Hitoshi had fucked up so extraordinarily, he had no idea but he couldn’t ask for anything better than this– looked at him with determination. “Toshi, ask me a question.” His voice was still hoarse, as though he had lost it, but the request was still as clear as day.
Hitoshi blinked in surprise, confused by the words. Why would Izuku say that? Why would he want Hitoshi to ask a question? He voiced his confusion, but Izuku just repeated himself, voice firm.
“But– but what if I– what if I brainwash you?”
“Do it. I promise, it’s okay.” The look on Izuku’s face was so assuring, that Hitoshi couldn’t find it in himself to fight it.
“I– what’s your favourite colour?” Hitoshi asked weakly, not sure what else to ask, but not wanting to deny Izuku’s request.
“It used to be red, but– purple.” Hitoshi stared at the man, thoroughly shocked by Izuku answering at all, let alone answering… that. Purple… like Hitoshi? Surely not? But… but what if it was? Either way, it didn’t matter because why would Izuku do that? Why would he answer him? Hitoshi had just explained how to avoid being brainwashed by him. Why would Izuku do that?
Voicing the thought, Hitoshi spoke, “Why would you do that? I could have brainwashed you? What if I had brainwashed you again!?”
“I trust you. You wouldn’t have brainwashed me– and even if you did, I trust you, I know you wouldn’t make me do anything you know I wouldn’t want to do. I don’t mind you using your quirk on me– actually, I’d like you to do it again, because it was over so quickly and it was so fascinating, because I don’t remember anything. And I think that’s so– so interesting, I’d love to try again and see what it’s like when I know what’s happening.” Hitoshi pulled away from Izuku slightly, staring at the man in complete confusion. He… wanted Hitoshi to brainwash him? But… but that felt so… wrong? He wasn’t supposed to do that. Wasn’t supposed to brainwash people. That was like… rule number one. The first thing people told him. Even the ones who pretended to be nice, who said it was just a quirk, only to immediately follow it up by ‘but don’t brainwash me, though’. No one wanted to be brainwashed. That was a simple fact, so why the fuck was Izuku different?
“Why… why would you… why would you want that?”
“Like I just said, it’s so fascinating! Like, what kinds of things are you even able to do? Do you think you could make it possible for me to remember what happens? Are you able to make people talk? Get information out of them that you didn’t know? I wonder if you could make me walk without pain, or maybe just walk like a normal human. Oh, what about making someone do something they’re at the moment physically incapable of? Like, could you make me – or an able-bodied human who doesn’t do much sports – do a flip? Oooh, what about lies? What if you could make someone lie? Imagine you just caught a villain and you make them lead you to their base, what if you meet someone on the way who’s with the villain? Like, you manage to hide in time but the villain, the first one, doesn’t? Could you have them pretend everything was fine and that they did not get caught? And what about–” Izuku kept on rambling and all Hitoshi could do was stare in awe. Somehow in just a few minutes, Izuku could see more good in his quirk than Hitoshi had seen in it with an entire lifetime to think about it. He thought Eraserhead had been stretching the truth with his example, the idea seeming so tiny and unlikely but Izuku just kept coming up with uses, with ways to be a hero. It was magical. Hitoshi could feel himself falling in love all over again.
“I love you,” Hitoshi whispered when Izuku finished his stage-whisper ramble, gasping for air.
“I love you, too,” Izuku replied immediately and Hitoshi froze. How? How could someone love him after that? How could Izuku love him– “You’re amazing, love. So pretty and sweet. You’re the best.”
“I swear, you’re just not real, it’s not possible. How can someone be this fucking kind,” Hitoshi groaned into Izuku’s shoulder, “I love you so fucking much you are so perfect and loving and nice and I can never measure up to that.”
Izuku’s hands cupped Hitoshi’s cheeks, pulling his face up to a hair’s breadth away from Izuku’s. “You can’t, because you’re already the sweetest,” Izuku hummed, pressing a kiss to Hitoshi’s lips. “And you don’t need to compare yourself to me, because you’re perfect for me, not like me.”
Hitoshi whined, both at the overwhelmingly beautiful words, and at the loss of contact. He had thought he would never get to see Izuku again, let alone kiss him and the sudden realisation that he could, that he had been wrong, made him desperate for more. Desperate because he thought he had lost them.
Thankfully, Izuku’s lips returned to Hitoshi’s and immediately, Hitoshi melted into the kiss, desperate and needy. They lost themselves in each other's company, fervent kisses getting deeper and more intense until they both froze at the sound of a door opening, pulling apart enough to see Inko and Eraserhead returning to the room. Right. They hadn’t actually left.
Before anyone could say anything, Bond, who had clearly been behind whatever door they had just opened, launched himself at Hitoshi, claws digging in deep as he clambered up onto his shoulders. Given how close Hitoshi had felt to losing the cat forever, he couldn’t even complain, just pulling Bond into his arms and burying his face in the cat’s fur. Bond, for perhaps the first time in his life, didn’t squirm his way out, seeming just as happy to see Hitoshi as he was to see Bond. Fuck, Hitoshi loved his stupid cat so much.
Notes:
zawa: quirks are just like knives
bee: ahh yes, the iconic "quirks are tools, it's about how u use them that matters" talk
huffi: nearly feels overused but !! every version of them needs to hear it !!---
inko msging zawa cuz izu can't:
bee: *sobbing*---
toshi on a good day: pizza absolutely coated in toppings
toshi on a bad day: pizza with literally only cheese
huffi: ....its a margarita!!!
huffi: cheese pizza sounds so americanised smh---
izu 🤝 toshi: being unable to type comprehensively when having a breakdown but not even attempting to fix it
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izu: did he icrme it
bee: what the fuck does that say huffi??
huffi: did he ice it
bee: OHHHHH---
eraser: is literally a hero
izu: panicking trying to find out what to do about a dislocated shoulder---
toshi: spells absolutely nothing correct
toshi: perfectly spells BRAINWASHED
bee: this is not a coincidence he fucked it up and then edited it to make sure it was clear cuz he needs izu to know what he's doing
huffi: jokes on u, it says brianwashed and i love that
huffi: "i BRIANWASHED u" oh no, fear the man who *brian* washes ppl---
izu: bx djwifnskd
izu: *crying so hard he cant type*
izu: *presses call button*---
toshi: don't answer if i ask a question
izu: ask me a question
toshi; *this is a test? yes?*
toshi: asks question
izu: answers
toshi: WHY ARE U LIKE THIS---
bee: izu's fav colour being purple now makes me so obnoxiously happy lmao
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toshi and izu: both having a breakdown cuz they both thought they'd lost the other
toshi and izu: desperately kissing each other to remind themselves that they r both alive and together and ok
eraser and inko: why are we here? why are we even here?---
"Bond, for perhaps the first time in his life, didn’t squirm his way out, seeming just as happy to see Hitoshi as he was to see Bond."
bee: I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM---
"Fuck, Hitoshi loved his stupid cat so much."
bee: cackling cuz why the hell is this the last line like bro u spend the entire chapter whining about ur bf and then u finish on THAT note?
huffi: had me cracking up too---
they r so cute i love them, bond is the cutest ever tho ahh i love him anyways imma go have a nap now someone wake me up never gn -bee
TIME TO MAKE ALL OF US SAD!!! this was the last angst chapter. the rest is basically a four chapter long fluffy epilogue :D -huffi
Chapter 29: thanks pika
Notes:
ooh wow theres a big time jump from when the chapter starts till when it ends lolll, maybe look at the dates of when stuff is posted evrey once in a while xD -huffi
we edited the last chapters of this fic today i'm sobbing im not ready for this to be over :((( -bee
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The doorbell rang, and considering Denki was already here, trying to get Bond to wear a little party hat whilst Toshi laughed at his miserable attempts, there was only one option of who was behind the door – Mina, Ochaco, Eijiro and Kacchan. Izuku met Toshi’s eyes, anxious about how the meeting between the two was going to go. He wasn’t anxious about meeting Kacchan himself again, or about letting him into his home, but he knew that Hitoshi, whilst tolerating it for Izuku’s sake, didn’t like it. Moving towards the door, he felt Toshi’s presence right behind his wheelchair.
Of course, the first to greet Izuku was Mina, excitedly blabbering about her best friend’s birthday, which, fair. Izuku also got excited about her birthday. Following Mina were Ochaco and Eijiro, both of whom Izuku had been texting with a lot recently and eventually switched to a first name basis. Toshi gave out basic, half-hearted greetings and Izuku could tell he was too focused on Kacchan hanging back; could tell his boyfriend was staring holes into his– ex? friend? childhood friend. Yeah, that fit.
Since no one made a move, Izuku spoke first, “Hey Kacchan, glad to see you could make it!”
Kacchan, with his hands in his pockets and scuffing his shoe on the hallway tiles clicked his tongue. “If you’re sure you want to have me here, I wasn’t gonna miss it.”
“I wouldn’t send you an invite if I didn’t want to have you here,” Izuku replied without missing a beat. “Now come in, or else Bond will try to pull an escape stunt.”
Nodding, Kacchan walked inside, letting Izuku close the door as he hesitantly took his shoes off. His movements were slow, careful, as if he were a scared animal walking into enemy territory– which, well, considering the stare Toshi was giving him, might as well be the case. Still, it was sort of jarring to see Kacchan act that way. Maybe Izuku still had to get used to his changed demeanor. “Alright, Kacchan, this is Hitoshi, my boyfriend.” Kacchan nodded at Toshi.
“Nice to meet you. Good to know D– Izuku found someone who he actually deserves.”
“Hi,” Toshi greeted, his voice tight, but he was clearly trying to be civil for Izuku’s sake. It was…a start. Better than an insult. Or straight up silence. The look on Toshi’s face was still near hostile, but Izuku would take what he could get. A warm hand landed on Izuku’s shoulder and Izuku turned his head a little to place a kiss to the side of his lower arm, before addressing Kacchan once more.
“Okay, don’t think I need to introduce you to Denki– Um, the cat with the bowtie is–”
“Bond, yeah. And the white one’s Miko-chan,” Kacchan finished, pointing at Miko-chan, who was currently curled up in Izuku’s lap.
From then on, the party picked up pace, with Mina and Toshi presenting the cake they made for Izuku – it tasted delicious – and a few rounds of Black Stories. During the last game, a balloon suddenly popped, the noise ringing in Izuku’s ears. His eyes darted across the room, passing Bond, who was dramatically sitting next to the balloon’s corpse, like a supervillain, and landed on Kacchan. Kacchan was already looking at him, and for a moment, Izuku forgot where and when he was.
“Izuku, love?”
Hands touched his own and he flinched away, but Toshi’s voice had been enough to pull him back to reality.
“You’re okay, you’re safe.”
Feeling everyone’s eyes on him, Izuku simply looked down at his lap, chest heaving with quickened breaths. “Sorry,” he whispered, pulling his hands in closer when Toshi attempted to hold one of them.
“Sorry.”
Izuku’s head snapped up at the voice, gaze landing on Kacchan. The man looked at him with a meaningful look, one that told him he knew what had just happened and why. Unsure what he should reply to that, he simply didn’t, focusing instead on the other guests’ reassurances that everything was fine and asking whether he was.
Nodding, Izuku decided to bring the topic back to the case they were trying to solve. After that, Mina decided they finally give him their presents– To which Izuku of course needed to clarify that they really didn’t have to, and that he was grateful either way.
“You say that every year,” Mina waved off, handing him a big box – as in, a cube with half a metre height and width – he’d already spotted when they walked in. “It’s from all of us together– well, you know, Eiji, Ochaco and Katsuki– Enjoy.” Izuku removed the bow and lifted the lid. Immediately, a huge plushie blocked his view. It was a big squishmallow and upon closer inspection, Izuku realised it was a purple cat. He smiled, then put the plushie between himself and Toshi on the couch, before looking back into the box, spotting all kinds of things: sweets, a bottle of strawberry frizzante, face masks, some square plastic wrappers– wait. Those were condoms. Izuku threw a narrowed gaze at Mina, who only smiled sweetly. There was an envelope – smaller than the size of a birthday card – in the middle, at the bottom and Izuku fished it out, opening it. His eyes widened, fingers pulling the All Might collector’s card out. He looked over at Kacchan, who was looking anywhere but him.
He’d thought he’d lost it, maybe forgotten the spot they’d buried their cards in when he tried to find it after the jump. (To be fair, he’d only wanted to find it to burn it– All Might and a connection to Kacchan, the perfect thing to let his anger out on–)
Now, looking at All Might’s face on the limited edition card, he still hated the man, despised what he’d driven Izuku to do, but he also thought about how valuable this was. A limited edition card, sold eighteen years ago, and the man it showed was dead. This could probably pay Izuku’s and Toshi’s rent for a year at least.
And then he looked back at Kacchan, registering that this wasn’t just a card; this wasn’t something Izuku could simply sell with good conscience. It was so much more than that. So, he tucked the card back into the envelope. He’d likely not open the envelope again for a long time– but he also won’t give it away.
Once the card was safely back in the box, Izuku looked to Toshi, who seemed conflicted, but the man didn’t say anything. He didn’t even question it, just smiled slightly, when he noticed Izuku looking, and placed a hand on Izuku’s knee. Twisting his upper body slightly to face Toshi, he placed a kiss on his lips, murmuring quiet enough so only Toshi could hear. “I love you.”
Then he pulled back, sitting so he could see the rest of the room again. Denki was already excitedly holding his present. “I would say that you’re gay and to get a room, but I really don’t want to spend fifteen minutes listening to Mina’s dance playlist in awkward silence again. Anyways, Happy Birthday.” Then he offered the gift to Izuku.
Izuku took it, surprised by the weight the box held even though it was thin and long – about fifteen centimetres. He slowly started peeling off a side of the wrapper, before curiosity got the best of him and he took a quick peek at the box and immediately choked on his spit. “Denki!” Nosy, Toshi also leaned in and Izuku showed it to him, making sure the others wouldn’t see.
Immediately, Toshi reached over to Denki and slapped him in the face, before pulling the man closer and whispering a ‘thank you’. Izuku snorted, then decided to put the gift into the box Mina, Ochaco, Eijiro and Kacchan got him without unwrapping it completely. “Okay, thank you for that one, I suppose. It seems Toshi is already looking forward to using it–” That earned him a light swat to the shoulder, followed by a whine. “And by that comment alone, you can probably already imagine what type of thing he got me– us? How the fuck did we go from a statue of a cat that looks like Bond to this??”
“Well after last time, I thought I needed to up my work, after all, Hito said your gift was better than mine. Besides, you two aren’t exactly subtle.” Izuku considered that for a moment, then nodded. Fair enough.
Toshi quietly pulled out a small box, strangely reminiscent of the gift Izuku brought before their first date, a delicate golden ribbon tied gently around it. It was the smallest gift yet, but something told Izuku it would be beyond precious. Carefully, he pulled at the ribbon, letting it fall open in his lap. Miko-chan pawed at it for a moment before quickly losing interest and Izuku opened the box.
Inside was a delicate silver necklace that reminded Izuku of the sapling necklace that always had a place around Toshi’s neck. It was a small cat, sitting on a moon that had vines wrapping around it. The metal glinted in the sunlight bursting through the windows, reflecting a blotch of green colour at Izuku as he admired the jewel, mouth slightly parted in awe. It was so pretty. So perfect.
“Wow. It’s– It’s beautiful. Thank you, love,” Izuku breathed. Fuck, he loved Toshi so much. Now they could wear matching necklaces like the gay little fucks they were.
“Can I help you put it on?” Toshi asked quietly, seeming painfully nervous, and Izuku nodded, relaxing into the touch as his boyfriend gently locked the necklace clasp behind his neck before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Happy with the gift and the necklace’s pendant lying comfortably on his sternum, he closed the box, already leaning into his boyfriend, when Toshi spoke up once more. “There’s uh… there’s more. Under the tissue paper,” he added, his fingers flicking with an anxious tick. Surprised, Izuku nodded and opened the box back up to remove the layer of tissue paper, revealing a piece of paper folded into the shape of a heart. When Izuku gave Toshi a questioning look, the man nodded, and carefully Izuku unfolded it, revealing a gorgeous design of a cat made out of saplings and leaves, held together with thin lineart. It was beautiful, but Izuku wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it, so he looked to his boyfriend, a question on the tip of his tongue. Before he could ask, Toshi spoke, “I– I uh, I wanted to get a tattoo for you and uh, I got someone to design my idea and I thought it was really cute and that maybe you might want to get matching ones– or if not that’s ok, I will still get it, I know it’s not everyone’s thing but I thought– is this stupid? Am I being stupid?”
“Not at all,” Izuku assured. “In fact, you’re being very sweet.” He looked back down at the drawing, heart fluttering at the sight of something that was so clearly them. To be honest, up until two minutes ago, he didn’t think he’d ever get a tattoo, let alone a matching one with someone who might leave his life at some point, but… He loved Toshi. And Toshi was the one to suggest it. Surely he must’ve thought of the risks. “I love the design and– I’d love to get it as a matching tattoo with you.” He’d do anything to make Toshi happy, even if it was just for a few quick moments. But most importantly– He was willing to get the tattoo, even if it might mean that eventually, he’d bear a permanent mark tied to someone who wasn’t in his life anymore. Because that someone was Toshi.
“I– it’s ok if you don’t want to, I won’t be upset or anything, but if you really do want to, Kaya said she would do it.”
Izuku nodded. “I want to do it. Did you already make an appointment?”
“Not yet, I wanted to talk to you about it beforehand.” Toshi picked up Izuku’s hand, pressing it to his lips gently, and Izuku was struck with how much he loved his boyfriend…again. For a moment, he thought about maybe needing to buy a ring, but he quickly shook that thought away, not wanting to bind Toshi to himself more than the tattoo already did.
“Let’s call tomorrow,” Izuku offered, remembering their audience before he said that they could call right now, and Toshi nodded, before adding quietly,
“I uh… I have another one too.” He pulled out another small box, this one slightly bigger, but still very small. It had a matching gold ribbon, and Izuku accepted it immediately, pressing a kiss to Toshi’s temple before unwrapping it, revealing a tiny black ceramic cat with a little sapling growing out of the top of its head. It was adorable. He knew just the spot to put it on his desk, somewhere he could always see it.
The moment the others had left, Toshi locked the door behind them, turning to face Izuku. “I think we’ve got some presents to try out,” Toshi smirked, looking far too hot and confident as he strode towards Izuku.
“Is that so?” Izuku hummed, thinking back to Denki’s present. Yeah, he could get behind that.
“Absolutely,” Toshi grinned, but just as he got within arms length of Izuku, he sidestepped out of reach, leaning down to Mina’s gift. Oh. Izuku hadn’t expected that, but if it made his beautiful boyfriend happy– Hitoshi stood back up, popping one of the sweets into his mouth. What? “I’m kidding, honey,” Toshi snorted, clearly finding this beyond hilarious. Izuku rolled his eyes, making grabby hands at Toshi. It wasn’t fair to rile him up like that and not continue. The man chuckled, but immediately complied, grabbing the gift from Denki before pulling Izuku into their room. “It’s your birthday, so the focus is on you, Izuku, love.” Toshi promised, pampering Izuku with loving attention. Fuck, this would be good.
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(🌱) LetSapling @letsaplingofficial · 16.07.2160 11:32
thanks pika
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CatasToshi @catastoshi · 16.07.2160 17:34
indeed. i owe u one pika <3
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 12.08.2160 01:21
once again making the public service announcement i am SO GAY
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LetSapling @letsaplingofficial · 12.08.2160 13:04
gay for me?
CatasToshi @catastoshi · 12.08.2160 13:33
yes gay for u dumbass -.-
LetSapling @letsaplingofficial · 12.08.2160 13:34
thats not very nice you sitzpinkler
CatasToshi @catastoshi · 12.08.2160 13:35
sorry :((( ill make it up to u tonight <3
PIKA PIKA @pikachoochoo69 · 12.08.2160 19:22
Not on main guys– just because I have to hear this irl doesnt mean the fans want to
CatasToshi @catastoshi · 12.08.2160 21:45
trust me, the fans want to (i wuld know, i have an ao3 account)
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August 21
spontaneous mario kart stream tonight because toshi and i have arguments to have (he wants another cat)
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August 22
okay so apparently we’re house hunting now????
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 31.08.2160 08:12
meet ghost (he keeps vanishing only his eyes give him away, we love him)
[ALT: Black cat, barely visible staring out from a dark cupboard]
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 04.09.2160 13:59
someone was mean to sap i am gonna go commit MANY crimes
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CatasToshi @catastoshi · 04.09.2160 20:01
all the crimes. dont be mean to sap guys. i will hunt you down
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(🌱) letsapling
September 13
guys we’re moving
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 01.10.2160 12:21
gonna do a singing stream (my bf asked nicely and who am i to say no) what songs should i sing
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saltandpepper @sltyndpppry · 01.10.2160 12:32
Golden and this is what it sounds like by HUNTR/X
jaxdoesstuff @jaxdoesstuff · 01.10.2160 12:59
Love story by taylor swift
Mountain of Due @mountainofDue · 01.10.2160 13:01
The Fine Print by the Stupendium
crzysywht @crazysaywhat · 01.10.2160 12:22
Prettyboy by the neighbourhood
sharonbirb @sharonthebirb · 01.10.2160 16:38
the other side from the greatest showman
sleepy bby @sleepybbylife · 01.10.2160 13:21
gasoline by halsey
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 25.10.2160 09:09
(i am six months pregnant)
me after ordering my coffee:
stranger at the cafe: yk, u shuld be drinking decaf when ur pregnant
me: im…not pregnant
stranger, horrified: i am so sorry!
and thats what u get for giving unsolicited advice
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November 1
happy NNN
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(🐱) catastrophetoshi
November 2
we failed
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 13.11.2160 03:27
decided to cause chaos
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CatasToshi @catastoshi · 13.11.2160 03:28
(i started commenting under the fics me and sap acted out) (i mean WHATTTTT)
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November 29
its so cute that [redacted] and toshi keep having dad-son bonding days, like yes thats my man hanging out with his father figure feeding stray cats in sketchy alleys
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December 1
HES NOT MY DAD
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December 1
tell that to the mug you bought him for christmas
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December 12
pika dared me to and if i didnt do it he wuld have taken my fireball :<
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 20.12.2160 18:03
these are the faces of two guilty cats fighting over the last bite of food (mikochan got it first)
[ALT: Bond and Ghost sitting next to each other with their heads bowed whilst Miko-chan is blurry in the background, eating]
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January 1
happy new year! 2160 was wild, did not see any of it coming. love u toshi<3
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 25.01.2161 04:23
man why is giving birth so hard and nerve wracking
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Notes:
"as if he were a scared animal walking into enemy territory– which, well, considering the stare Toshi was giving him, might as well be the case"
bee: awhh i love protective toshi---
katsuki: good to know izu found someone who he actually deserves
katsuki:
katsuki: *yes, he's always followed tinglyzu, and as soon as he found out izu=sapling, he went to watch all his content too (including catasapling compilations) so yes he does know that toshi b treating him right (at least in public) ok*
izu: the cat with bowtie is-
katsuki: bond. and the white one's miko-chan
huffi: SEE??? HE KNOWS HIS SHIT---
no one: absolutely no one:
mina: sneaks condoms into the bday present---
huffi: ok quick !! analysing????
huffi: first off, idk if bkdk actually buried the cards or if i got that from a ff or if i made it tf up but its just canon for this universe ok
huffi: and katsuki unburied them after izuku jumped
huffi: and then when izuku was recovered enough to go search, he couldnt find them
huffi: and now katsuki finally gave izuku the card that always belonged to him back
huffi: and obviously its bcs it belongs to izuku but also!! the symbolism?? them becoming friends again??? and stuff????
huffi: i love them ok
huffi: thanks for coming to my ted talk.
bee: giggles---
izu: gets emotional gift from katsuki (his ex)
izu: fuck gotta make sure toshi knows i love him and this means nothing in comparison to how much he means to me
izu: I LOVE U TOSHI
huffi: ok i was gonna say hed choose toshi over katsuki if toshi made him choose
huffi: HOWEVER not without a fight
huffi: *side eyes the arguments theyll have that wont be onscreen but trust theyre there as bkdk gets closer again (platonically ofc)* (funfact katsuki is actually the only "thing" they actually properly argue about, otherwise they like, nevr argue)---
ARBITRARYNUMB3R: i doubt they actually only spent 10mins in catasaplings room
denki: i really don’t want to spend fifteen minutes listening to mina’s dance playlist in awkward silence again
huffi and bee: MYSTERY SOLVED---
denki: last time i gave a gift it got dossed heavily so i gotta up my game
denki: what's something they would like
denki: I KNOW---
cutesy gay scene:
"like the gay little fucks they were", outta NOWHERE:
huffi and bee: CACKLING---
toshi: matching tattoos :D
izu: matching tattoos :D
izu:
izu: he'll leave eventually, but i love him so much that im okay with having a constant reminder of him permanently on my skin, even if looking at it afterwards is gonna hurt like a BITCH
bee: :((((---
catasapling being catasapling:
izu: sitzpinkler
huffi: SCREAMS
huffi: i dont remember writing that
huffi: LOL huffi: so basically, a sitzpinkler ("sit-peeer") is someone who pees sitting down.---
toshi: trust me, the fans want to (i wuld know, i have an ao3 account)
bee: cackling because of fucking course toshi isn't even hiding the fact that he reads smutty catasapling fics XDD
bee: imagine u write a smut fic and then the person it's about turns around and goes "this was good" IMMEDIATE DEATH---
toshi: want kitty
izu: nO
toshi: y :(
them: decides to solve the problem by playing mario kart
(toshi wins)
izu: but we dont have the spaceeee
(five mins later)
catasapling: ok guess we house hunting now---
yes, toshi 100% kept posting about being pregnant just to fuck with his fans
also the post is timed to be 6months post the original post about him being pregnant
just know everyone went crazy about it.
and yes, the post at the end is also about 9months post the original one---
fun little note: the other potential chapter name for this one was "happy nnn" especially cuz it's our first post of november so the fic timing actually lines up LMAO
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toshi: (i started commenting under the fics me and sap acted out) (i mean WHATTTTT)
bee (knowing none of the fics he commented under were sfw): those authors are all going to lose their shit---
honorable mention for:
-the NNN post
-dadzawa and toshi feeding stray cats as dad-son bonding activity---
EVERYONE GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT CHAPTER!!! (it takes off exactly when the last post was posted, at 4am on jan 25th :)))) -huffi
ugh i'm obsessed with these two little gay fucks i love them so much i'm not ready for this to be over please it can't end i don't want it to end -bee
Chapter 30: someone’s putting A RING ON THAT FINGER
Summary:
obviously the title is clickbait, they're not *actually* getting engaged
Notes:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ok im done. what was this for? no idea. ENJOY :D -huffi
:DDD - bee
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Hitoshi groaned softly, dropping his phone back onto the bedside table and looking over to his sleeping boyfriend, rubbing anxiously at the tattoo that matched Izuku’s. They had been together for almost a year now, and today was the day he was going to propose, so of course his insomnia was skyrocketing, just to make sure he would have massive eyebags in his proposal photos. Of course.
With a quiet sigh, Hitoshi pulled Izuku closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around him, careful not to wake him as he did so. It wasn’t that Hitoshi was scared Izuku would say no– or well, ok he was more than a little scared of that, but more so, he was scared he would fuck it up, that Izuku would say yes and then Hitoshi would do something stupid and somehow ruin the day. This had to be perfect, because if Izuku said yes, Hitoshi needed it all to be perfect in his memories. Izuku deserved that much.
Now that Hitoshi was thinking about it though, what if Izuku said no? How royally would that fuck up their relationship? What if it was too soon? Should he wait longer? Should he cancel? No. No, he couldn’t change it now. What would happen if Izuku got freaked out and left him? Fuck, what if Izuku didn’t want to answer Hitoshi because of his quirk– no. No, Izuku would tell him off for thinking like that and he knew it. Fucking hell, the man had pleaded, bribed and bargained his way into having Hitoshi brainwash him “for science” several times and Hitoshi was starting to think Izuku actually liked it.
Still, he had to make sure everything was perfect. So he did what he did best when he was panicking about something he had planned. He messaged all his friends at four in the morning, checking they had done everything he needed.
— * —
To: chaos junkie but pink
just double checking, ur sure the ring size u gave me is correct??? and accurate to recently? and that he will like the one I picked out??
(25.01.2161 – 04:29)
To: trespasser ™
u r still up to looking after the cats today right????
(25.01.2161 – 04:29)
To: birb - the only tolerable cat hater
u werent lying when u said u thought my speech was ok right???????
(25.01.2161 – 04:30)
To: trauma dumping bro
ur gonna be at the place at sunset tonight in disguise looking NOT SUS with ur camera ready to get photos right????
(25.01.2161 – 04:30)
To: trauma dumping bro
do u remember where we r going?
(25.01.2161 – 04:30)
To: trauma dumping bro
we went there yesterday
(25.01.2161 – 04:31)
To: red²
mina hasnt talked right? izu doesnt know?
(25.01.2161 – 04:31)
To: red²
ik u were patrolling the place tonight pls tell me there were no big villain fights that might have left blood or destruction that wuld ruin the photos?
(25.01.2161 – 04:31)
To: badass sweetheart?
do u have the flowers sorted? i made sure aki will be on shift all day, so just ask for her and she will show u where to leave them
(25.01.2161 – 04:32)
To: is this what mothers are supposed to be like?
just quadruple checking i still have ur blessing to ask izuku to marry me?
(25.01.2161 – 04:33)
To: unofficial father
im so fucking nervous
(25.01.2161 – 04:33)
To: that bitch I hate
i msged literally every other contact on my phone and i felt bad so… fuck u
(25.01.2161 – 04:35)
— * —
From: unofficial father
You will be okay. Izuku is obsessed with you.
(25.01.2161 – 04:36)
To: unofficial father
what if i fuck up????
(25.01.2161 – 04:36)
From: unofficial father
You won’t
(25.01.2161 – 04:37)
To: unofficial father
but what if i do?
(25.01.2161 – 04:37)
To: unofficial father
i culd drop the ring and lose it
(25.01.2161 – 04:37)
To: unofficial father
or i culd faceplant
(25.01.2161 – 04:37)
To: unofficial father
or i culd fuck up when ice skating and end up losing some fingers or something
(25.01.2161 – 04:38)
To: unofficial father
shuld i cancel the ice skating?
(25.01.2161 – 04:38)
To: unofficial father
what if izuku hates it?
(25.01.2161 – 04:38)
Hitoshi almost dropped their phone out of their shaking hands, and at the same moment, Izuku rolled over to face them, her eyes still closed as she mumbled a quiet ‘Toshi?’ before pulling herself into a new position, resting her head onto Hitoshi’s chest. “Go to sleep,” she sighed softly. Hitoshi stayed completely still as Izuku’s breaths evened out once more, before they turned their phone back on, now being careful not to move for fear of waking Izuku again.
From: unofficial father
Izuku won’t hate it. None of those things will happen, and if they do, it won’t change anything, he will still love you
(25.01.2161 – 04:39)
To: unofficial father
im so scared
(25.01.2161 – 04:44)
From: unofficial father
I know, kid, but you’ve got this. You have your speech, you have your ring, you have the whole thing planned. It will be amazing.
(25.01.2161 – 04:45)
To: unofficial father
is it too fast?
(25.01.2161 – 04:45)
From: unofficial father
Hitoshi. You read fanfiction about you two dating the first time you ever spoke to each other verbally. I’m going to say that your timeline is beyond bizarre, but it will never be too early.
(25.01.2161 – 04:46)
To: unofficial father
r u sure?
(25.01.2161 – 04:46)
From: unofficial father
I’m certain. You two are perfect for each other
(25.01.2161 – 04:47)
To: unofficial father
i– thank u
(25.01.2161 – 04:47)
From: unofficial father
Of course. You should try to get some rest, you have me and Zashi cheering for you.
(25.01.2161 – 04:47)
Hitoshi placed their phone under their pillow. They knew there was no chance sleep would come for them tonight, not when the plan meant they had to be awake in three hours. So, instead of trying miserably to count sheep, Hitoshi settled for counting the freckles on Izuku’s face, the sensation cathartic as their heartbeat finally calmed.
A few hours later, Izuku stirred once more, and Hitoshi could at least say they weren’t panicking anymore. Anxious? Sure, but they could deal with that. They pressed a soft kiss to the top of their boyfriend’s head, letting the man wake up slowly before they spoke in a gentle whisper, “Good morning Izuku, love.”
“Mmm, morning, kitty,” Izuku hummed, smiling blissfully, even with his eyes still closed.
Hitoshi waited a little while longer for Izuku to properly wake up before rolling them over so they were laying next to each other, allowing Hitoshi more access to kiss Izuku than just the top of his head, something he took advantage of. He placed kisses across Izuku’s face, his tongue flicking out just enough for Izuku to feel the piercing; smooth compared to the rough texture of Hitoshi’s tongue. As Izuku melted more and more into each careful, loving movement, Hitoshi allowed himself to trace gentle kisses leading down and reaching along his jaw, then his neck before dancing across his collarbone until Hitoshi reached the tattoo that connected them.
As Izuku sighed happily, he asked, “Is there a reason why you’re waking me up like this? Did I miss an anniversary? Did you hit three Million subscribers? Did you find an exceptionally good meme to piss Kacchan off with?”
“Can’t I just show how much I care about the love of my life?” Hitoshi whined, finally moving his hands so that they danced along Izuku’s skin, teasingly far away, just close enough to almost touch, still tracing the small tattoo with his mouth. He needed to remember not to bruise anything that would be visible in the photos. As much as Hitoshi knew Izuku liked that level of attention, he also knew he’d be killed if all of Izuku’s engagement photos had hickeys covering his jaw. Luckily, most of his skin would be covered, so Hitoshi had plenty to work with.
“Oh, I love being shown how much the love of my life loves me,” Izuku replied, placing her hands on Hitoshi’s neck to pull his face up to Izuku’s so they could kiss. Their lips met again and again, soft, chaste kisses turning into an open-mouthed, heated makeout session, until Izuku parted from the kiss to lick along Hitoshi’s jaw, making her way down just to the upper part of his throat where she started to suck.
Hitoshi whined slightly before tutting, pulling away from Izuku, just enough to stop the barrage of kisses Izuku was trying to place along his jaw and throat, ensuring no visible marks would be added. It was so fucking hard to control the urge to just let Izuku wreck him for everyone to see, but he knew she would be carefully avoiding it if she knew, so Hitoshi had to do that work for her. When Izuku immediately tried to go back to working at Hitoshi’s jaw, he groaned into it before pulling away again, meeting Izuku’s pouty face. “My turn to love you, hmm?” Hitoshi offered, hoping Izuku would let him lead this time.
His partner still didn’t stop pouting. “But all of your marks have faded.”
“Tonight, yeah? This morning is mine, and I want to spend it focusing on you,” Hitoshi tried, hoping that would settle his partner’s adorable possessiveness somewhat. She was still pouting, but not quite as much, so Hitoshi would take that.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” Hitoshi agreed immediately, “Tonight you can do anything you like to me. Anything at all.”
Immediately, Izuku’s face turned a lot more agreeable and she grinned, mischief glinting in her eyes. “Anything you say…”
Hitoshi huffed lightly at the words, but nodded regardless, “Anything.”
“Okay!” Izuku chirped, pressing another kiss to Hitoshi’s jaw before laying back down, shifting around a little until she was comfortable. “I’m all yours, then.”
Smiling, Hitoshi leaned back slightly to take in the gorgeous sight of his partner just lying there, waiting for his attention. Fuck, he loved this human. He could only pray Izuku said yes today, so that this could continue forever.
— * —
Hitoshi gently lifted Izuku out of the bed, grateful to the muscles he had been working on over the last several months that allowed him to do this without issue, carrying Izuku to the bathtub and running it for them. Once they were both inside, Hitoshi settled Izuku into his lap, working through the intricate hair care routine Izuku followed.
“I love you,” Izuku mumbled, eyes closed and head hanging back as Hitoshi massaged another hair mask into his scalp.
“I love you, too,” Hitoshi hummed easily, leaning around to press a kiss to Izuku’s cheek. Today had to be perfect, and so far, it was off to a pretty good start.
When they finally exited the bath and got dressed, Hitoshi left Izuku to the rest of his hair care routine, moving to the kitchen and pulling out the partially made Bentos he had hidden in the back of the fridge after returning from Mina’s place with hours of cooking practice behind him. He may hate Bakugou with a burning passion, but the asshole could cook, and worse, he could teach someone as useless in the kitchen as Hitoshi how to make a good Katsudon. Especially because Bakugou knew all the tricks to make it how Izuku liked it; and while Inko did too, Hitoshi couldn’t stand the thought of Inko discovering Hitoshi didn’t know how to cook, let alone bothering her in the first place.
As he warmed the food up, Izuku came in from the hallway, “Did you make food?” Then he paused, “...Why does the room smell like Kacchan’s Katsudon?”
“I, um, I learnt how to make it for you how you like it.”
Izuku’s eyes widened and he rolled closer, stopping next to Hitoshi, who was still holding the Bento boxes. “…For me?” he quietly asked, looking at the food, arranged expertly – sort of. Bakugou tried to show him, but Hitoshi fumbled a little and now it was only arranged half-expertly.
“I… I know you like it and I’ve never been very good at cooking but I thought maybe I could learn for you? I hope you like it…”
Instead of answering, Izuku put the boxes on the counter and pulled Hitoshi in so he could bring their lips together. “You lied,” he whispered against his lips. “This is a special day. Or, wait– did you get another cat? Are you trying to smother me with love so I don’t give you a stern talking to that you didn’t let me be there for the adoption process?”
“No, no more cats, I just finally got it down and I wanted to show you.” Hitoshi promised, giving Izuku a kiss on the cheek.
“Hmm, okay,” Izuku said, but Hitoshi could tell he wasn’t fully believing it. Of course not. Hitoshi couldn’t help but love him for it. After all, Izuku was absolutely adorable when he had that look on his face, where he was trying to figure out the secrets of the universe.
“Fine, you got me, I’m taking you out on a date,” Hitoshi said, letting Izuku think that was all it was, “It was supposed to be a surprise.” Hitoshi could only hope the real surprise wasn’t going to end up ruined.
— * —
Izuku watched as Toshi put their Katsudons into a temperature-isolating bag and they put on some thick jackets and shoes. As they made their way to wherever their surprise date would take place, Izuku kept asking what the plan was, but Toshi wouldn’t say a thing. All he mentioned was how long it would be until they got there, which was good for Izuku, because it wouldn’t be much longer – his mouth was watering at the smell of the Katsudon. He couldn’t believe Toshi had actually learned to cook just for him, especially because he seemingly learned it from Kacchan, if the smell was any indicator.
It was crazy to see how far they had come since that first meeting back in July, and even though there were a lot of bumps along the road – too many hours wasted fighting about Kacchan when they were both not in the right mental state for it, a lot of insecurities needing reassurances and countless of insults and jabs aimed at Kacchan from Toshi – they seemed to have come to some sort of peace agreement. Which was good for Izuku, because he and Kacchan had become close again in the recent months and he couldn’t think the other out of his life anymore. If he had to use a word to describe their relationship, he’d use ‘brotherly’, though that didn’t quite fit, since there was so much more than that, and brothers didn’t exactly have a history of dating.
Toshi stopped walking and Izuku looked up, ripped out of his thoughts. Immediately, his brows furrowed with confusion. An ice rink? Slowly, he looked around, trying to see if he missed anything. Maybe Toshi was trying to prank him – even though he’d never done something like that if it involved his…physical inabilities. But around them was only the park a little ways off from their house. They didn’t go here often, since the house had a garden, so Izuku had never seen this part of the park. And there was nothing interesting closeby but the ice rink that was built on a big patch of grass, the area surrounded by a neat wooden fence. “…Toshi?” he asked, looking at his boyfriend, who wasn’t even looking at the ice rink, but seemingly trying to scout something else.
“Hm? Where do you think I should sit down to eat?”
Oh. Maybe they were just here for the view? That was fine with Izuku. “Over there looks like a good spot,” he pointed out. The place he gestured to didn’t have any benches, but he was sure Toshi could read his mind when he nodded. They moved a little along the paved path until Izuku rolled his wheelchair into the snow-covered grass. The layer of snow was hardly two centimetres high, so it was no big issue for him to park next to the path so they wouldn’t bother anyone taking a walk. Toshi sat down in Izuku’s lap without him needing to even offer and handed him one of the Bento boxes. They ate in their own, comfortable little bubble, occasionally talking, but also happy to just eat in silence. The Katsudon was amazing and Izuku kept showering his boyfriend in compliments for it, enjoying the way the man shifted with embarrassment and thinking about all the things he was going to do tonight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something.
Something was off, or maybe something was going on with Toshi. Whatever it was, it had his boyfriend fidgeting with anxiety and sometimes staring into nothingness as if he was thinking really hard about something– or perhaps he was spiralling. Izuku decided not to point it out just yet, not in public or during their date unless it was severely impacting Toshi’s wellbeing or ability to enjoy their date.
Once their bento boxes were empty, Toshi put them back into the bag he carried them with and got up. “Okay, what’s the plan now?” Izuku asked, excited to get more information out of his boyfriend.
Toshi smiled softly, pressing a teasing kiss to Izuku’s nose before jutting his chin towards the ice rink. Izuku couldn’t help the laugh of disbelief that slipped from his lips. “You do know that I– I can’t–”
“Trust me,” Toshi reassured gently, hands cupping Izuku’s face, thumbs rubbing comfortingly along his cheeks.
Since he did trust his boyfriend – even if this seemed like a bad joke, like how the hell would he ice skate when he couldn’t even walk for longer than, like, a minute – he followed Toshi to the rink. There was a ramp from the pavement to the spot in which they’d put the rink together and when Izuku got close enough to see more of the people actually on the ice, he gasped. “Toshi,” he whispered with awe. There were wheelchairs on the ice. (With people on them, of course.) There were two of them, each laughing with their loved ones. “That’s– that’s a thing? Ice skating with a wheelchair?”
“Yep,” an unfamiliar voice answered. Izuku turned to see someone wearing a pin that indicated they worked for the rink. “And I’ll explain to you how it works.” The worker proceeded to launch into a quick, but clear explanation, showing Izuku the equipment they could rent and then ended with, “And don’t worry about any issues, your boyfriend here is very good at skating, he’ll take care of you.”
Toshi, seeming to notice Izuku’s confusion, just grinned. “So you know how I said Denki was getting weirdly into skateboarding and I was helping him learn?” Izuku nodded, remembering that conversation and the weeks that followed where his boyfriend would occasionally spend an hour or even more helping Denki, “Well, it was a bit of a lie. I wanted to surprise you with this, so I dragged him along to help me learn how to skate.”
Mouth falling open in surprise, Izuku looked at his boyfriend. What? He’d spent weeks preparing for this date? Weeks learning how to ice skate just so Izuku could experience this? There was no way this was a normal date, Toshi had spent so much time in preparation. But what else was it but a date? He couldn’t come up with anything that was so important it would warrant a date with this much effort in the planning department? So maybe it was just a normal date? Izuku was confused, so he let that slip to the back of his mind and instead focused on the moment, on his boyfriend, who’d learned to ice skate just for him. “I love you so much,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” Toshi replied before leading Izuku to the bench which somehow already had skates in Toshi’s size ready to go, as though they had known he was coming. Had Toshi planned ahead with this, too? Told them to be ready when they got there? At times like this, Izuku’s mind whispered marry him, marry him, marry him but he quickly snuffed the voice, not wanting to think about it when Toshi would leave eventually anyways. It was always like that – except for with Mina, but she was a weird phenomenon.
The moment they were on the ice, Toshi grinned wildly, before gripping onto Izuku and immediately spinning in a quick circle, the sensation and speed making Izuku’s stomach swoop. Holy shit. Izuku missed this, missed skating. He used to do this every winter, and watching Toshi skate backwards, holding onto his hands and pulling him around the rink with surprising speed and efficiency brought back all those memories. Out of nowhere, Toshi skidded to a stop, causing Izuku to spin around him. Izuku gasped at the motion, worried for a second that something had happened but Toshi just smirked, pulling him close, leaning in to kiss him gently.
“This ok?” Toshi checked, his warm breath gracing Izuku’s cheek gently.
“More than ok,” Izuku confirmed eagerly. He loved this. This was so fucking perfect. Beyond perfect. It was almost as though Toshi had chosen everything to be perfect just for Izuku, as though he were designing Izuku’s perfect day, building it from the ground up.
— * —
Much to Hitoshi’s surprise and great relief, the skating went perfectly, and Izuku seemed to adore it. They would have to bring them back here more in future– that is, if Izuku still wanted to be with them after today. Hitoshi shoved that thought down. There was no need to panic just yet. Instead, they started walking to the next stop. The restaurant they had first met at. They had the very table they’d sat at reserved just for them.
“We’re not going home?”
“Of course not,” Hitoshi chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Izuku’s head before continuing in the direction they’d been going, “It’s not over yet.”
Izuku’s clear disbelief was obvious in his expression, but he followed Hitoshi regardless. Fuck, Hitoshi was so fucking gay for this man. How could someone possibly be so beautiful and understanding and eager at the same time? Izuku didn’t have any clue where Hitoshi was taking him, but he was happy to follow, completely trusting them, and that alone was enough for Hitoshi to want to drop to one knee right here and now. They weren’t going to, they had a plan and they intended to stick to it but fuck, they wanted to. Instead they focused on moving forward; on the way their hands brushed gently against Izuku’s shoulder as they walked by the man.
When Hitoshi came to a stop, Izuku seemed to immediately recognise where they were. While they had come back here several times since, Cheng’s Noodle Restaurant still remained in their hearts as the place they first met, first saw each other for real, no screens, no cameras, no barriers. Hitoshi doubted anything would ever replace that memory, let alone live up to it, but they weren’t here for this to be the world’s best experience. That wasn’t the goal of this part of the plan. What mattered was that it was a reminder of where they started, of the way on their very first date, the idea of parting had felt so devastatingly brutal that they just hadn’t.
Leading Izuku inside, they just nodded to Aki, the hostess, before continuing in the direction of the table he had reserved. On the table sat an arrangement of flowers that Hitoshi had discovered were Izuku’s favourites that were safe for cats to be around. Thank you, Ochaco, for delivering those. They had known she would do it, but seeing it sitting there perfectly, not so much as a petal out of place, had Hitoshi beyond relieved.
“These are beautiful,” Izuku commented, already inspecting the flowers.
Hitoshi smiled, sitting down next to Izuku so that they could pepper him with chaste kisses throughout the meal. Unsurprisingly, the food was spectacular – it always was, and Hitoshi had talked to the restaurant in advance about how important it was that this all went smoothly, so, Aki had promised to make sure the best chef was on. Once they had finished eating their – rather early – dinner, Izuku nestled his head onto Hitoshi’s shoulder. “I don’t want this to be over already.”
“Don’t worry, Izuku, love. There is more to come,” Hitoshi promised, pressing another gentle kiss on Izuku’s lips.
“More?” he asked, surprise and excitement lighting up in his eyes
Hitoshi chuckled, looping their arms around Izuku’s neck happily, “One more thing, then we can go home and I will do anything you want, hmm?”
Just like that morning, Izuku grinned mischievously, before nodding. “Sounds amazing, kitty.”
Hitoshi could trust they would enjoy that very much, but instead of thinking about it too much and getting too distracted, they simply led Izuku out of the restaurant and helped their boyfriend into the wheelchair accessible taxi they had organised in advance. The drive to the next stop wasn’t particularly long, but it would have been far too long on foot if they wanted to make it there before sunset. As Izuku got out of the taxi, Hitoshi shot a quick message to Shouto.
To: trauma dumping bro
we just got here, still have to walk to the actual place
(25.01.2161 – 16:47)
To: trauma dumping bro
if ur not there i will commit various crimes
(25.01.2161 – 16:47)
From: trauma dumping bro
Don’t worry, I’m here and I’m in disguise
(25.01.2161 – 16:47)
Hitoshi pocketed their phone, returning their focus entirely to their boyfriend, who was looking around at the park Hitoshi had chosen particularly for its beauty. It truly looked like they were on the set of some winter wonderland movie; everything felt so mystical and gorgeous. Although, nothing was quite as stunning as Izuku was, hair dusted with snow, cheeks flushed and looking around with awe, an expression that just served to make him impossibly more attractive.
Soaking in the glory of this moment, they nudged Izuku gently, “Are you up for a little journey? There’s a spot I found and I want to show it to you.”
“Can’t wait to see it,” Izuku breathed, and Hitoshi could tell it was genuine based on the giddy tone in his voice.
Once more, Hitoshi found themself leading the way, one hand tracing along Izuku’s arm, desperate for some sense of calming contact as they went through their speech for perhaps the thousandth time in their mind, their other hand buried in their pocket and wrapping tightly around the ring box as nerves built. Thankfully, the serene tranquility of the world around them, coated in a small layer of snow was enough to make their silence seem more peaceful rather than anxious.
Finally, as the sun slowly began to sink below the edge of the horizon in the distance, they reached the area Hitoshi had chosen, with absolutely no one around– well except for Shouto, who was hiding behind a bush, but hopefully Izuku hadn’t noticed… that. Carefully manoeuvring them to the place Shouto had suggested when they had looked here earlier that week, Hitoshi took a deep breath.
— * —
This is it, Izuku thought, he’s finally telling me what’s up. I’m like, 50% sure he’s about to break up with me and only had this beautiful day planned because he wanted to have it end nicely. Or he wants to have children, which is fine with me. Or he wants more cats. Or dogs. Or maybe both.
“Izuku, love, you are… beyond perfect for me.” Okay, so maybe Toshi wanted to expand their family of five. “You were there for me through things no one else even knows happened. You understand things no one else seems to understand. We– I never expected this to happen the way it has, but I couldn’t be happier. I still can’t believe that this all started over a game as silly as TreasureMine, but I am so fucking happy it did. Before you, I– no one had ever stayed with me and actually cared for me for… any length of time really. I didn’t even know it was possible.” Okay, so maybe Toshi was about to break up with him and held this speech to soften the blow. “To me, this seems like some sort of fantasy, the idea that anyone could love me like this, let alone someone so fucking beautiful and sweet and amazing at everything. When I revealed my face, I was so sure that was it, that I had lost everything, and it made me want to never show you, just so I could keep you, but I couldn’t stand the thought of doing that to you, and by some miracle that I still don’t quite understand, it didn’t end there. We didn’t end there. Things with us have been up and down, wild and unforeseeable, and I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with at times, especially when I’m refusing to believe you care, but you are always there for me despite that, despite me literally running away at one point. You, the fucking amazing person you are, called in what? 20 heroes? Just to find me?” Izuku had a bit to say about that one – for example, that he only meant to alert Mina, Denki and Aizawa, but their old class immediately all sprung into action – but he didn’t want to interrupt Toshi’s flow, even if he was a little bit scared of how it would end.
“No one does that, but you– you do. I want to be all of that for you. I want to be someone who can do all of that, someone who you know will never leave. I want to prove to you that this will never end.” Okay, surely he wasn’t going to break up with him right after saying that…Right? “That I want this, want you, want all of it. I– fuck, I had this part written out, but I just–” Written out? Why would Toshi need to write this speech beforehand– Actually, he shouldn’t be surprised after he’d spent weeks planning today. “Fuck, it’s gone– I– shit, Izuku, I love you, okay? I love you so fucking much, and I never want to stop waking up next to you.” Tears formed in Izuku’s eyes as he listened to Toshi say the things he always thought. “I never want to stop being yours. I want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours and that will never change. I want everyone to know. Even the fucking government.” Wait, the government? “I don’t care, they all need to know how much I adore you. How much you matter to me. So I–” Toshi took another deep breath, pulling his hands out of Izuku’s– he wasn’t sure when they had ended up there– and slowly dropping to one knee, opening the box he had stored in his pocket, “I’m really hoping you say yes, I– will you, please, marry me?”
Izuku’s mouth dropped open, mind blank. Marry him? Marry him? Toshi wanted to– to get married?
The tears that had previously just been teetering at the edge of not-quite-falling just yet suddenly streamed down his cheeks like a flood. Marriage? Toshi really–? He really wanted to marry Izuku? A choked, quiet noise made its way past his lips, unable to believe what was happening.
Wow. Izuku couldn’t count the amount of times the thought of marriage had popped up in his head, the thought of proposing to Toshi, but every time it did, all he did was shove it away. Lock it in a box. Afraid. Afraid that Toshi would leave one day, even if he said yes, even if they had a wedding– There was a difference between living together, having pets and owning a house and getting married. You could always sell the house, could always pick who took care of which pet– which, ouch– but getting married? Izuku had always seen it as something sacred, as something someone should only do once in their life– he hated the thought of ending up divorcing someone because they got tired of him, and he’d hated the thought of forcing Toshi to a wedding when eventually, Toshi would leave.
But when it was Toshi asking?
…Toshi really was so sure he wanted to be with Izuku forever?
A sob ripped from his throat, and he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands, hiding all the tears streaming down his face. Toshi wanted to marry him.
“Izuku?” Toshi’s voice cracked, sounding wet and terrified and so fucking devastated. Immediately, Izuku’s head snapped back up and he remembered that he wasn’t alone, processing this, but that he was actively being proposed to and hadn’t reacted except for bursting into tears. “I– I’m sorry, I didn’t– I– you don’t have to say yes, I– I understand, I’m so–”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Izuku gasped, still crying. “Holy shit, these are happy tears, I’m so sorry, I just– Holy shit– Fuck, I never thought– I– Holy shit, yes. Yes, yes, yes!”
“Yes?” Toshi breathed out, the disbelief audible in his voice as he stared up at Izuku, eyes watering. He reached forward, hands trembling as he cupped Toshi’s face, thumbs gently wiping a tear that escaped.
“Yes,” Izuku said, trying to swallow his sobs. “Fuck, I never thought you’d– you’d want to– to marry me. I– Toshi.” He whined the last word, leaning in until he could press a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s– fiancé’s? forehead. “I love you so much, so fucking much.”
“Fuck– I– How do people not just fucking throw the ring away to make out with their– with their– fiancé?” Toshi complained dramatically, pulling back a little until Izuku could see that he was still holding the ring box. The ring box!!!
Excited, Izuku breathed, “You got a ring.” Somehow, he had fully forgotten that that was usual at proposals. “Put it on!”
A chuckle fell from Toshi’s lips, but he did as told, taking the ring out of the box– fuck, it was beautiful– and slowly sliding it onto Izuku’s finger. The feeling of the cool metal alone was enough to get his heart racing and his stomach fluttering. Almost as soon as the ring was on, Toshi pressed a kiss to Izuku’s hand, before surging forwards, causing Izuku’s wheelchair to go flying backwards at the sudden force. For a second, the feeling was terrifying, but then Toshi snorted, and all he could feel was weightlessness until his back hit the ground – his head didn’t, shielded by Toshi’s elbow and pillowed for the impact. It took a full ten seconds, until they both burst out laughing, giddiness causing them to feel at an all-time-high. “Are you okay?” Toshi asked between giggles and Izuku just nodded, eventually pressing their lips together, even when neither of them had finished laughing.
The first few kisses were a little– difficult, full of grins and teeth and neither of them were able to fully get into it with the smiles plastered on their faces, until they finally found their rhythm. Izuku’s hands ran through his boyfriend– no, fiancé’s hair, unconsciously tugging lightly as Toshi groaned into his mouth and all Izuku wanted was to consume him. Put his mouth on every inch of his body. And– fuck, they were still in public. Moaning in protest, Izuku tugged his fiancé’s head away with enough strength to move his body, but not enough to seriously hurt – and by the whimper that spilled from Toshi’s lips, he didn’t mind the slight sting of pain, anyways. “Fuck, I’m so ready to wreck you, but unfortunately we’re in a public park and not in bed.”
Groaning, Toshi nodded, flopping onto his back in a display of great despair, but the grin on his face gave him away. A thought crept up on Izuku – he hadn’t had many of those since his then-boyfriend sank to one knee – and he made sure to voice it, “Now I know what makes today so special,” he smiled, interlacing his fingers with Toshi, even if that made it pretty impossible for either of them to get up. “…And why I saw Shouto looking suspicious behind a bush earlier. I swear I thought he was photographing insects or something, even though it’s literally winter and we shouldn’t have many of those.”
“I thought as a hero he would be able to fucking stay out of sight, but maybe I should have gotten Denki to ask Invisible Girl.” Izuku snorted, pulling Toshi’s hand closer until he could press a kiss to the back of it, before pressing one to his ring, admiring it with his (and by consequence, Toshi’s) hand up in the air. In the decreasing sunlight, the gems sparkled and glowed brightly, sunbeams reflecting in every direction, due to the small purple gems shaped like leaves, spread around the entire ring. The ring itself was silver, looking like vines and a few silver leaves added to the purple ones. But the biggest gem, the one at the front, was a round, green stone, shade nearly matching Izuku’s hair. Since he wasn’t an expert with jewellery or gemstone, he couldn’t tell what type of stones his ring held – not until Toshi leaned in and whispered, “They’re all diamonds.”
Gasping in disbelief, Izuku turned to look at his fiancé. “There’s green and purple diamonds?” Toshi nodded. Izuku let that sink in. Then, “Holy shit, how much did you pay? I would’ve been happy with a fucking plastic ring– I wouldn’t even have needed a ring at all.”
“I wasn’t going to get you a plastic ring– fuck, if I tried to propose to you with a plastic ring you better have said no, like that is some next level lack of care, love. You deserve the absolute best.”
Izuku couldn’t stop the grin making its way back on his face and he put his head closer to Toshi’s, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I love you.” And despite the cold starting to creep into his bones, he never wanted to move ever again, happy with Toshi laying right next to him, holding his hand, wearing the ring Toshi put there.
They stared up at the sky, watching the colours slowly switch from orange to midnight blue, when the view was suddenly blocked by a camera. Izuku blinked in surprise, then laughed when he could see the poorly sitting blond wig atop Shouto’s head. Instantly, the camera shutter went off again.
“Shou! I could have sworn I said stay out of sight!” Toshi groaned, his free hand moving to drag down his face with all the dramatics of a theatre kid performing a school play.
“You haven’t moved in twenty minutes and I’m pretty sure that it’s way too cold for normal people to lay on the ground like that for even three minutes. I did it once with Denki and Fumi in our third year at UA and I had to spend the weekend taking care of them because they got sick,” Shouto explained, face scrunching up with what seemed like a practiced expression of worry.
“Gay,” Toshi whispered into Izuku’s ear, quiet enough that Shouto wouldn’t hear despite his close proximity. Izuku giggled, turning his head to place a kiss on Toshi’s nose, ignoring the camera shutter that went off. “Well, since you’re here Shouto, you can push my fiancé’s wheelchair while I sit in his lap and kiss him. That’s what heroes do, right?”
Shouto blinked, his head tilting slightly, “Not usually? You do know we fight villains and save people, right?”
“Yeah, and you will be saving us from doing the work to get back to the taxi, I think that’s in the job description,” Toshi snickered, squeezing Izuku’s hand. Izuku snorted, and squeezed back automatically, even as he realised that Toshi might be trying to get Shouto to do the work because he didn’t want to let go of Izuku– That was fair, Izuku didn’t want to let go of Toshi, either.
“I’m pretty sure heroes save civilians in need, and right now I’m laying on my back whilst still sitting on my wheelchair, I’d consider that as a civilian in need. Unfortunately, my fiancé’s hand seems to be glued to mine, so he can’t help or give you space. And unfortunately, I can’t move my wheelchair when one of my hands is otherwise occupied, so we’re clearly civilians in need of help.” Shouto seemed to think over Izuku’s words for a long moment before nodding, accepting the argument as completely unflawed.
Taking his new mission surprisingly seriously– actually, no, Shouto being serious was not at all a surprise– the man quickly got them back to the parking lot where the taxi was already waiting for them.
The drive back was filled with kisses, although they tried not to get too involved while they were still in the car. Once their front door fell shut, Izuku stopped Miko-chan from jumping into his lap and instead pulled Toshi in close until the man – his fiancé – sat on his lap instead. As soon as Toshi landed with a semi surprised huff, Izuku murmured, “You don’t have a ring, so I need to make up for it in other ways.” He didn’t wait for Toshi’s reaction, placing a kiss to his fiancé’s lips before kissing a small trail from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, where he immediately started sucking, officially opening a very long night that would end up in Toshi looking bitten and bruised from face to knee.
Notes:
toshi: ofc insomnia gonna make me have massive eyebags in the proposal photos
bee:...
bee: they r gucci!
bee: also like a legally binding part of who u r u cant get rid of em
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toshi: this has to be perfect so it will be a perfect memory for izu and no other reason
toshi: oh right also to make sure he says yes-
toshi: shit fuck shit what if he says no
bee: bro u caused ur own panic attack there-
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"Fucking hell, the man had pleaded, bribed and bargained his way into having Hitoshi brainwash him “for science” several times and Hitoshi was starting to think Izuku actually liked it."
bee: trust me, izu does LIKE it™️
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bee: giggles at toshi's contact names
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toshi: msgs literally all of his contacts
toshi: gets to bkg
toshi:
toshi:
toshi: UGH FINE ILL MSG U TOO FUCK U BITCH
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izu, half asleep AND eyes closed: this bitch
izu: go to sleep
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toshi: is it too fast?
zawa (so fucking done with this shit): You read fanfiction about you two dating the first time you ever spoke to each other verbally
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btw!!! did u guys notice how toshi's and izu's follower number has slowly grown? cus like, at the start of the fic toshi barely had 2mil subs on youtube and now he's close enough for izu to think he actually hit 3mil
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toshi: in a good mood
izu: squints
izu: did u find a good meme to piss kacchan off with
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izu: but all ur marks have faded :(
huffi, typing: possessive bi-
bee: pfft, possessive ass
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bee: gay asses...
bee: i'm not gonna say what this was referring to cuz i don't wanna copy paste the entire chapter into the end notes
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bee: yk toshi loves u when he puts up with bkg to learn how to make katsudon well
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Hitoshi couldn’t stand the thought of Inko discovering Hitoshi didn’t know how to cook, let alone bothering her in the first place.
bee: sweetie she wouldn't care she would just teach you how to cook :( poor bby ik u just don't wanna disappoint her
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shouto: i'm in disguise dw
also shouto: immediately gets spotted by izu
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the swearther report last chapter was pretty pathetic so today shall be much better heheh
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toshi: shielding izu's head from hitting the ground with his elbow
huffi: *that once scene in yuri on ice*
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izu: wondering what gems r in the ring
toshi (who knows exactly what his fiance is thinking): they r diamonds
izu: THERES SUCH THING AS PURPLE AND GREEN DIAMONDS?
toshi: yup
bee: wait lemme double check, im pretty sure there is- YUP we all g chat im not insane
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shouto: face scrunching up in what seemed like a practised expression of worry
huffi: I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
huffi: (if it wasnt clear, he 100% practised showing his emotions in the mirror)
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toshi: we r civilians in need
izu: so in need
shouto:
shouto: well i can't argue that completely unflawed logic
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so now they fiancés. thats fucking gay. also did u like my chapter summary lmaooo -huffgiggles happily to themselves while kicking their feet dramatically -bee
side note, yall have been like "is this THE chapter" on almost every chapter except THE chapter yall it's happened, guess which chapter im obsessed with -bee
Chapter 31: it’s happening… IT’S HAPPENING (tinglyzu=letsapling is trending on tumblr)
Notes:
thirty-one down, two chapters to go! enjoy ;) -huffi
can u add it for me just "cosplayed catastoshi, feelin good, expect that to be posted soon eheh >:)" -bee
prep for: some hateful comments at the end, it is clear that theyve been deleted tho,,, some self depricating stuff, just lightly mentioned at the start
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Izu, love?” Hitoshi asked, breaking the silence that had fallen while they lay together on the couch, not doing much of anything. Izuku’s soft hum encouraged him to continue. “I… I was thinking? How do you want to make the engagement announcement?”
“Oh… I was thinking about that, too,” Izuku admitted. “I, um. Back when we did our video for the TreasureMine bet, I had another order but I never used it, because, well– Um, it’s something you need to be 100% comfortable with to do it.”
Hitoshi smiled softly at his fiancé, his hand happily combing through Izuku's hair. “Of course, love. I trust you.”
In an instant, Izuku blurted, “Make an ASMR video with me.” It almost seemed as if he tried to get it out before he lost the courage. “On my– on my ASMR channel. Tinglyzu. But– Only if you’re comfortable with it, only if you’re ready for a face reveal.”
This time, Hitoshi’s reply wasn’t instant. It was… a lot to consider. They were always inclined to do anything Izuku asked, just to make the man happy, but this held more weight to it. Not only did a face reveal risk Hitoshi losing almost everything– they knew he wouldn’t lose the people they now saw as family, but all of their online stuff? Their fans? Their ability to play games and make jokes and have fun and somehow earn money? All of that would be at risk. Then there was the issue that Izuku was connected to them, so everything Hitoshi did would land back on their fiancé. Maybe they could manage losing their fans, their job, their ability to make money, but it wasn’t fair to put Izuku in that same position. Still, they did like the idea inherently. They knew how much ASMR meant to Izuku, and they wanted to be a part of that. They just needed to keep the scars and his quirk a secret. They could do that. They did that most times they went outside. Hitoshi took a breath, thinking over their decision once more before nodding, “As long as I can wear my facemask, I think I can do that.”
“Are you sure? A hundred percent sure?” Izuku asked.
“Yeah?” Hitoshi agreed, taking another breath and making it sound more confident, “Yeah. I could make it a new part of my brand, maybe sell merch that has my purple cat design on the mask.”
But Izuku still looked skeptical. “Maybe– Maybe you should sleep on it. I didn’t mean to just– spring this on you.”
“No, Izuku, love, trust me, I would not be saying yes if it went against my boundaries. You know that. As long as they don’t know about my quirk or my scars, I don’t mind.”
There was still some sense of hesitation in Izuku’s voice when he said, “Okay. Okay. I trust you. And if you change your mind at any point, even if that point is us being seconds from uploading the video, you tell me. I don’t care if we have to come up with another way to announce our engagement, I care that you’re comfortable and happy.”
“I promise, I will tell you. I love you, sweetheart,” Hitoshi agreed, some part of him falling even deeper in love with his fiancé. Hitoshi was starting to think that sensation would never stop.
— * —
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
hey
(26.01.2161 – 20:01)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
i need a favour from my local pro hero
(26.01.2161 – 20:01)
From: trespasser ™
Wassup
(26.01.2161 – 20:07)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
i wanna do kinda a face reveal? not a full one, I want to wear a mask, but like the rest of it
(26.01.2161 – 20:08)
From: trespasser ™
Ooooh exciting!!!!
(26.01.2161 – 20:08)
From: trespasser ™
How can i help, my dearest delulu bestie
(26.01.2161 – 20:08)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
but i wanna do it soon so i can announce izu and my engagement
(26.01.2161 – 20:09)
From: trespasser ™
Gay.
(26.01.2161 – 20:21)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
shut up it was ur gay crush who did our engagement photography
(26.01.2161 – 20:22)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
anyways my current plan is to make a whole bunch of masks with my purple cat design on them and ill make it merch so its a thing
(26.01.2161 – 20:22)
From: trespasser ™
Sounds awesome possum
(26.01.2161 – 20:23)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
but that will take ages to arrive so i was wondering if maybe you could ask creati to make it as a favor? ill pay ofc
(26.01.2161 – 20:24)
From: trespasser ™
Oh no need for money, ive got some open favours from momo, it’ll be done by the day after tomorrow, just swing by ;)
(26.01.2161 – 20:33)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
ur the fucking best.
(26.01.2161 – 20:34)
From: Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)
this is the design i want on them
catmaskdesign.jpg
[ALT: CatasToshi’s signature purple cat stretching on the right hand side of the black mask and ‘CATASTOSHI’ written in small letters on the other side]
(26.01.2161 – 20:49)
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“Okay, once I turn the recording on, you have a strict talking loudly ban, either you whisper or you speak softly. And no swearing, this channel is family friendly,” Izuku warned. “Oh and whilst we’re talking about rules, the same thing as in the first part goes. If you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, we stop. Just say the word. I don’t want to do something that oversteps your boundaries. Got it?”
Hitoshi nodded, doing his best to hide the nerves that still swirled in his gut. He was fine. He had the mask on, no one would learn anything he didn’t want them to know. He was fine. He knew he could do this. “Yeah, I’ve got it.”
Nodding, Izuku said, “Good. Then let’s start.” Hitoshi watched as his fiancé clicked the button that started the recording, then leaned back to check both of them were still in the frame, before leaning forward once more, this time for the intro. He’d watched enough of Izuku’s videos and been present through enough of his recording sessions to know the intro by heart. “Hello, hello, hello,” Izuku whispered into the mic on the desk in front of them, making sure to whisper it from different angles. “Welcome to my channel. This is–” his fiancé used his hands to make fluttery sounds with his fingers around the mic, “Tinglyzu, Tinglyzu, Tinglyzu.”
Finally, Izuku leaned back for good, but his fingers were still fluttering – this time around Hitoshi. “And today, we’re doing ASMR with my fiancé.” Hitoshi turned his head a little when Izuku didn’t keep speaking, only to find him grinning at the camera, clearly not thinking about the video they were recording.
“Love you Zu,” Hitoshi hummed, reminding his fiancé what they were doing. As he spoke, he focused entirely on his voice and lowered his volume as much as he could while still keeping the voice behind it. His quirk somehow made it that he could manipulate his voice much more than the average person, which included going fairly quiet, although he was not used to the sensation by any means. That at least seemed to jumpstart Izuku’s brain, who continued the video.
“I call him Toshi, but many of you might know him as Ka-Ta-Su-To-Shi.” With each syllable, Izuku tapped another spot on Hitoshi’s face and his eyes automatically fell shut. “And yes, that means I am LetSapling.”
“I love how you still can’t pronounce my name, dearest love,” Hitoshi sighed, loving the overwhelming adoration he had for Izuku’s absolute inability to pronounce it, “It’s CatasToshi, for anyone who couldn’t make out what Zu was attempting to say.”
Huffing out a silent laugh, Izuku whispered, “I will not be commenting on that. Instead, I will be explaining the plans of this video. Here’s what’s going to happen: For the first half, I’m going to make you do ASMR – No worries, I have some objects for you to use. And in the second half, I’m going to try and give you ASMR, whilst also trying to make it enjoyable for our viewers. Sound good?”
“Of course,” Hitoshi agreed.
“Okay, great. Let’s start with a classic,” Izuku murmured, before getting something from the very chaotic-looking box Hitoshi always avoided due to its nature. And also because Izuku claimed there was a system in the mess – even though he couldn’t see one.
Izuku handed him a makeup brush.
He could work with that.
“Do you need instructions?” Izuku chuckled quietly, surely judging the look on Hitoshi’s face.
“I’ve used one before, but I’m not sure about its use in ASMR, so I’ll have to request to watch a pro doing it first,” Hitoshi offered, unsure how he felt about the focus he had on his voice. It was interesting, manipulating it like this, but he had never really tried this for any level of extended period of time.
Watching what Izuku did closely, he took in the soft movements as his fiancée ran the brush along the microphone, gasping softly in surprise as she dusted it on Hitoshi’s cheek before moving back to the microphone. After a few repeats, Izuku stopped, handing the brush to Hitoshi. With a deep breath, Hitoshi did his best to recreate Izuku’s motions, this time dusting Izuku’s cheeks.
When the brush swiped along Izuku’s cheekbone once more, his fiancée looked at him with bright eyes, smiling wide and happy. “We should record a video where you do my makeup. Actually, we don’t even need to record it, I just want you to do my makeup, simply for the ASMR.”
“Anything you want, I’ll do,” Hitoshi promised, handing Izuku back the brush and smirking when he noticed the flushing of his fiancée’s cheeks. Cute.
“Okay, next up, another classic!” Izuku announced with as much excitement one could convey in whispers. This was followed up by Izuku placing fucking slime into his hands. It was white and the texture reminded him a little bit of a marshmallow. The distaste must’ve shown on his face, because Izuku snorted, and added, “Listen, I know you don’t like most ASMR triggers all that much, but we’ve got to give your viewers something. I mean, there’s literally multiple people who dedicated their usernames to getting you to record an ASMR video.”
“You’re lucky I love you… And my fans are lucky I love you, too, I suppose,” Hitoshi sighed, hesitantly moving his hands, not completely sure what to do with them. He always clicked off the videos with slime, so he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do.
Eventually, Izuku snickered. “Do you want a demonstration?”
“You could have offered earlier,” Hitoshi whined, but accepted it, passing the slime gratefully over to Izuku, not loving the way some of it stuck onto his hands.
“I wanted to see how you’d do. And it wasn’t bad, just clearly inexperienced,” Izuku assured. She accepted the slime and started making some interesting moves, which…definitely produced better sounds than Hitoshi’s weird squelching from simply sticking his fingers into the slime. “Slime and anti stress balls are always very diverse, you can make a lot of different sounds with them. Try again!”
Hesitantly, Hitoshi took back the slime, attempting to replicate Izuku’s sounds and failing miserably. Pretty quickly, he gave up, shoving the slime back into Izuku’s hands, who chuckled, accepting it. “Good job, love,” Izuku whispered quietly – way too quiet for the mic to pick it up. Fuck, how could Izuku even get that quiet without a voice quirk? Hitoshi fucking adored it, largely because he knew it was just for him. Just for Hitoshi. Fuck, that was pretty. Then, much to Hitoshi’s relief, Izuku put the slime away and then, much to Hitoshi’s dismay, Izuku pulled out two anti-stress balls.
The one Izuku handed him was shaped like a little cat, and seemed to have small pink styrofoam spheres inside, likely to cause the sounds that Izuku described as ‘tingly’. Hesitantly, Hitoshi took it, following Izuku’s lead and fidgeting with it next to the microphone. For a good while, they did that, and it actually wasn’t that bad. Mostly it was just a fidget, so as long as Hitoshi didn’t think too much about the actual sounds, it was fine. At some point, Izuku finished, declaring, “Ok, I think that’s enough.”
They went through a pair of gloves, which Hitoshi thoroughly hated for several reasons, but luckily Izuku picked up on that and they moved on quickly. Next, Izuku had him lean closer to the microphone and whisper into it, even having prepared a list of words that apparently “sounded nice”. He had no idea how they were chosen, considering there were words like ‘coconut’ and ‘good’, but also ‘button’, ‘stipple’ and ‘nyoom’. What the fuck? Why these words? Once he had gone through the list, Hitoshi turned to Izuku. “Can I say my favourite word?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Grinning happily, Hitoshi turned back to the microphone, speaking in the deepest and quietest voice he could muster, which given his range was pretty impressive, he spoke, “Catapult.”
“I have to say, that is quite a good word in the context of ASMR– but how come it’s your favourite?” Izuku looked at him with curiosity.
“I change my mind, trebuchet is better,” Hitoshi smirked, leaning back slightly, “Launches stuff further than catapults.” His fiancée snorted. “No wait, wait, I’ve changed my mind again,” Hitoshi whined, looking over at the human he adored so much.
“I’m starting to believe you’re trying to mess with me,” Izuku hummed, but she didn’t seem upset, just amused.
“No, no, I was just wrong. This time I’ve got it down. My favourite word is Izuku,” Hitoshi determined, his grin splitting impossibly wider as his fiancée turned red at the compliment. Fuck, yeah! Izuku’s mouth opened and closed, seemingly unable to voice any thoughts– or unable to find the words.
“…Moving on–” Izuku choked silently. Hitoshi sighed, knowing speaking was by far his favourite and he truly wasn’t sure how the rest would go, but he had zero intentions of saying no to Izuku unless he absolutely had to. “Keyboard typing, because you’re so good at it anyways.”
“Ok, this, this I can handle,” Hitoshi nodded resolutely, clicking onto the empty document Izuku had opened for him. Immediately, he started typing, knowing exactly what he would write out. ‘I love you I love you I love you I love you’
Still typing those three words repeatedly, Hitoshi looked over to Izuku, basking in the adorable, near-constant flush to his fiancée’s cheeks and the look of affection in her eyes. Yeah, this part? This part he could get used to.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long until Izuku announced that they had gotten to the last object Hitoshi was supposed to make ASMR with, then handed him a hardcover notebook with a pen and pencil. “Now, for the last one, feel free to go wild– Tapping, tracing, page turning, writing, whatever you like. Have fun!”
Immediately, Hitoshi gave into the internalised sap that he was, and started covering the page on a variety of cutesy highschool girl style scribbles, everything from basic hearts to Izuku’s name– and alternate names of course– to their names or initials in hearts to little sketches of them kissing. By the end, Izuku was successfully flustered and Hitoshi could lean back to admire his work– and more importantly, the impact it had had on Izuku.
“Alright love, what’s next?” Hitoshi hummed, dragging Izuku out of her stupor.
Izuku’s hand swatted his thigh lightly, clearly recognising that Hitoshi knew exactly what he was doing. “Next up, I get to do ASMR on you,” she said. Shit. Hitoshi could already feel the warning that this was well and truly going to be payback for making Izuku blush. Fuck, Hitoshi was going to enjoy this so fucking much, wasn’t he? That wasn’t fair. He hadn’t signed up for– no wait he fully had and was completely ok with this.
“I’m all yours,” Hitoshi replied evenly, not letting his growing excitement get the better of him. Izuku turned her head away from the camera, showing the recording only the back of her head as she fucking winked at him. Fuck. This would either be hell or heaven, no in between.
“As a little forewarning, I’ll probably only be doing, like, body triggers, because now that I’ve managed to convince you for this, I might just make you join me for videos more often– I can already see it, the husband ASMR series,” Izuku suggested. Holy shit? Husband? Hitoshi knew that that’s what getting married would make them, but hearing the word out loud, said by Izuku and aimed at him? Holy shit. “Now, my dear future husband–” a sweet giggle slipped in between Izuku’s words, “Lean back and relax.” Once again, his future husband’s—holy fuck, that sounded so nice to say. Future husbands. Thinking about that felt fucking amazing. Izuku, his future husband’s fingers fluttered around him, just barely not touching. Izuku had barely started and it was already taking a solid amount of effort to keep from arching up into the man’s hands, seeking real contact. “Come a little closer,” Izuku whispered, and Hitoshi didn’t need to be told twice, moving his stool closer to his fiancé, so Izuku could comfortably reach him without needing to relocate his wheelchair.
Izuku’s hands moved to his hair, fingers stroking through it gently, making Hitoshi immediately attempt to press into them, to get them to actually touch him rather than simply playing with his hair. Fuck, he was so fucking needy, and Izuku knew that, but the man just continued playing with his hair, giving Hitoshi a look that screamed ‘behave’ and he was helpless, unable to do anything but comply.
Slowly, the hands moved on, lightly brushing along Hitoshi’s shoulders to cause some fabric noises as his hoodie crinkled lightly. He wondered for a moment if the microphone could even pick the sound up, but surely Izuku knew what he was doing. He trusted the man completely, and Izuku was known to be very good at this stuff, so who was he to question it?
Izuku’s hands trailed along, moving down to his chest, delicately tracing over his purple cat design on the hoodie – Hitoshi had decided to wear his merch to make it very clear who he was for his face reveal. He did not want anyone thinking someone else had gotten Izuku. Nope. This was his fiancée. No one else’s. Izuku started playing with the black drawstrings on the hoodie, which annoyingly meant she wasn’t actually touching Hitoshi, but it was fine, because she was nice and close, and Hitoshi could simply let himself admire Izuku’s gorgeous face. Not long after that, Izuku moved to the hood, creating a variety of fabric sounds, which weren’t Hitoshi’s favourite, and if that was partially because Izuku was so close, yet not actually touching him, well, maybe that was something for him to know and no one else.
The moment Izuku turned his focus to Hitoshi’s mask, he melted into the touch, his mind filling with memories of the bad days where even at home the mask stayed on; filling with memories of how much Izuku took care of him on those days, how much Izuku loved him. Instinctively, Hitoshi leaned into his fiancè’s fingers, letting Izuku do whatever he wanted as she traced over the mask, whispering letters as her fingertips followed the lines of the writing on one side.
Those soft touches went on for a long time, making Hitoshi have to work hard to contain his neediness. It was all well and good to be needy in private, or even in front of their friends, but on a video for thousands of people to see? This was supposed to stay family friendly.
Eventually, Izuku moved on from his mask and her hands lifted higher, quickly catching Hitoshi’s attention, craving the touch of skin on skin only for the fingers to not actually touch, just brushing past, fluttering so painfully close to the skin as she traced his facial features. Hitoshi tried his best not to move, letting Izuku do what he needed for the video, but at some point it became too much and he quickly pressed forward, forcing contact for only a second before Izuku pulled away completely, shooting a glance at the camera, before moving to sit comfortably back in her wheelchair, legs shifting until their knees were no longer meeting.
Hitoshi whined at the loss of all contact, the emptiness filling the area around him almost suffocatingly. He could handle the hands leaving– just barely, but losing all of it? Izuku’s eyes snapped away from the camera and back to him with a clear scolding look, and it took all Hitoshi’s strength not to whine at that too. Suppressing the whine, he looked at his fiancée pleadingly, hoping somehow that he would be convinced to come back, even just a little. But Izuku didn’t budge, instead cheerily whispering the outro into the microphone before finally, finally, turning the camera off.
“That was mean,” Hitoshi whined the moment the camera was no longer recording, but still remained where he was and kept his voice as quiet as it had been before, not knowing what Izuku would want here.
Without so much as looking at him, Izuku continued packing away what they had used for the recording. No longer whispering, she spoke normally, “Well, you were being a little bratty, so I had to react accordingly”
“I was trying,” Hitoshi grumbled, looking down. It wasn’t fair, his fiancée was such a tease, and a pretty one at that. How was he supposed to stay still and quiet while dealing with that?
“Not hard enough,” Izuku pointed out as she put the chaotic box back into the closet that held all of Izuku’s ASMR supplies.
“Please?” Hitoshi begged when his fiancée still wasn’t focusing on him. He needed Izuku to come back.
Suddenly, Izuku turned back to him, eyes set on Hitoshi in a way that made him hot and bothered. “Only if you behave.”
“I’ll behave,” Hitoshi promised eagerly.
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Wednesday, February 14 2161, 19:37: ‘Tinglyzu’ uploaded a video: [ASMR] Doing ASMR With My Fiancé (ft. CatasToshi) | 21m03s | 4M views:
Alternate Title: TreasureMine Bet Prize PT2
Happy Valentine’s, today I’ve got a little different video than usual!
CatasToshi’s channel: www.youtube.com/@CatasToshi …read more
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ALLIHEARAREJEANS: HOLY SHIT THEYRE GETTING MARRIED HOLY SHIT FACE REVEAL HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT CONGRATSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS || 352 likes, 57 replies
LuckOfLeaves: THE LOVE IN HIS EYES? CATASTOSHI IS SO GAY AND ADORABLE I LOVE || 27 likes, 3 replies
mutedmaybe: i need that mask so fucking bad pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee please tell me catastoshi is selling that || 102k likes, 2 replies
HeartGlasses: I WILL PAY FOR THEIR WEDDING IF THEY JUST INVITE ME PLEASEEEE ILL COVER ALL THE COSTS I NEED TO BE THERE || 33 likes, 1 reply
GaybleMable: please please PLEASE release more fiance content i need this in my life || 48k likes, 7 replies
SignPetitionForCatasToshiAsmr: IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING WE DID IT GUYS || 20 likes, 12 replies
AlfoilCrinklesMyBeloved: I have never particularly cared about CatasToshi before… but knowing he’s Zu’s fiancé? I’m off to go watch all of his stuff || 3 likes, 0 replies
LeoValdez912: congrats to your engagement! hope your relationship is as happy and loving as it looks<3 || 4 likes, 0 replies
Unibird: why is noone talking about how low and quiet catastoshi can make his voice??? like? help????? that didnt feel possible??? || 483 likes, 21 replies
CatasToshiASMR4theWIN: and THIS is why we needed catastoshi asmr. amen. || 9 likes, 2 replies
imlosingit: once more my name says it all WDYM SAPLING IS TINGLYZU? I THOUGHT THOSE THEORIES WERE SUCH A STRETCH? AND ENGAGED??? AND CATASTOSHI PARTIAL FACE REVEAL??? I THOUGHT THE DAY WOULD NEVER COMEEE || 41 likes, 5 replies
GabiSchulz: Congratulations, Tinglyzu. Great video. It seems like you found someone who is good for you. || 2 likes, 0 replies
ASMRandGAYMES: the crossover i always knew i needed || 32 likes, 0 replies
AnaMswims: why wouldnt u do a full face reveal? The mask is lame, grow tf up, no one cares what you look like, we all know ur just trying to extend the face reveal clickbait || DELETED
RosieMakesASMR: woahh that was SO good. also i have no idea who catastoshi is but you seem like a very cute couple!! goals :D || 23 likes, 1 reply
MyGaydarIsPerfectTYVM: the level of gay in this is WILD like DAMNNNN || 1 like, 0 replies
BAIIMLeAvInG: obsessed. || 0 likes, 0 replies
imgayandiwritegayfanfics: well this video has really made the sub catastoshi allegations seem more then a little legit… off to go write some more dom sapling/tinglyzu x sub catastoshi fics (yes yes im gay i KNOW) || 42 likes, 13 replies
sukigloo: I was supposed to fall asleep to this… Its 3am rn. They were so cute and gay i couldnt close my eyes. I havent even blinked. My eyes are watering- || 2 likes, 3 replies
GottaLoveTheGaang: obsessed with this matchup they r so cuteeee || 3 likes, 0 replies
Jim123456789: What a fucking freak. You deserve better than that, Tinglyzu || DELETED
GAYx999999999: AGH UR SO CUTEEEEEEEEE || 0 likes, 0 replies
knkykween: im getting my gf to reenact this video with me this is so cute and gay and i can feel the edging from here like DAMN needy catastoshi much? Didn’t know i needed that sm in my life but here we r || 1 like, 0 replies
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
April 11 2160
LETSAPLING=TINGLYZU?
okay, hear me out, i get that this sounds crazy and it’s probably wrong anyways, but i just had a thought, what if?
i put a few reasons together as to why sapling could be tinglyzu, and its a small list, but like i said its a very low chance in general. this is just for funsies, don’t get mad at me (tho this is tumblr so i think i should be good)
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
April 17 2160
holyfudifcking shit???? i didnt think this would ever happen?? but?????? PART TWO????
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
April 24 2160
wow this post blew tf up. as celebration, i offer you
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
October 10 2160
ok its been a fucking while– (and wow, i really single handedly started a new fanon thing) but here’s
10) NEW BACKGROUND
as we all know, catasapling moved into a house together recently and now i just watched this video and ?? not tinglyzu saying his background changed because he MOVED? like HELLO? crazy coincidence lol (or is it 👀)
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(📽️) haleywatchestuff
Feb 14
WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!
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(🐱) catastrophetoshi
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(🌱) letsapling
Feb 15
ok now that its out, i can FINALLY post about that one thing that happened AGES ago without risking our identities getting leaked–
that one time when toshi and i were at a store, i was just finishing changing in the changing room, when i hear this one employee FLIRTING with toshi and telling him that toshi reminds them of their favourite streamer (guess who) and then i came out of the changing room and this employee DOESNT STOP. they give toshi their number when im RIGHT THE FUCK THERE
(tbc: im not mad, i just thought it was funny and wanted to share)
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(🐱) catastrophetoshi
Feb 15
im mad. i told them so many times i had a partner, but they wuld NOT chill out, that is now my official least fav fan interaction, so mayhaps consider that before being obnoxious and deciding to just continue to hit on ppl even when theyve asked u to stop >:(
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 16.02.2161 12:51
now that ppl know what my fiance looks like i can get him to model my merch for me which means i get to put him in MY clothes with MY name all over them this is peak, anyways my mask is now available for ordering, and my merch photos now have photos of my beautiful new model in them, go buy stuff so i can spoil my fiancé pls CatasToshi.shop
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Notes:
toshi: “I… I was thinking? How do you want to make the engagement announcement?”
bee: OH OH ITS THIS CHAPTER
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toshi: *would do literally anything for izu*
toshi: *would give up his entire livelihood by revealing his face (which he thinks will cause everyone to hate him) for izu*
toshi: 'but it would impact izu too so i cant'
bee: sobbing
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bee: denki's contact name for toshi is gonna make me pass away wtf
denki: *sitting there innocently like his contact name for toshi isn't 'Delulu Bestie 😛🍆💦 (go to horny jail mf)'*
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izu: ka-ta-su-to-shi
bee: ironic that its huffi's character who struggles to pronounce it when i struggled with it for a good chunk of time (i fear i still call him catoshi sometimes)
huffi: ok but note that i actually used the katakana syllables for his name here nd didnt randomly come up with stuff lol
huffi: (so if this was in japanese, thats how catastoshi would be spelt using the japanese alphabets)
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toshi: Anything you want, I’ll do
bee: GAY
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toshi: can i say my fav word
izu: sure
toshi: catapult
bee (who doesn't know shit about asmr): i like the way it sounds what can i say
toshi: i change my mind trebuchet is better
bee: they're not wrong, sounds just as good and is cooler
toshi: no wait i've got a better one
bee: is that possible?
izu: r u messing with me?
toshi: *genuinely changing his mind for the third time because he came up with a better word*
toshi: no, i was wrong, my fav word is izu!!
bee: GAY
huffi: GAYYYY
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toshi: hmm what shuld i type that only izu can see
toshi: *is gay*
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toshi: i gotta use paper for something? guess i'll just continue the i love u trend lol
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toshi: uhoh this was gonna be payback
toshi: gonna enjoy this
bee: CACKLING DYING LAUGHING
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izu: husband series
toshi: *gay mess*
izu: *notices*
izu: husband.
toshi: *combusts*
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"giving Hitoshi a look that screamed ‘behave’ and he was helpless"
huffi: izu ur dom is showing
bee: don't say that like toshi's sub isn't also showing LMAO
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bee: the levels of neediness in this chapter r WILD *giggles*
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izu: Well, you were being a little bratty, so I had to react accordingly
huffi: brat tamer on izu's bdsm test 📈📈📈📈
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toshi: I’ll behave
bee: *thinking about the scene that will never be posted that only me huffi and bug have seen*
bee: sucks for yall to not be a manwife ig
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ALLIHEARAREJEANS: *exists*
bee: wait did that say all i hear ara ara jeans
ALLIHEARAREJEANS: ... no?
bee: *squints*
bee: i can't read -.-
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bee: i love when the names actually imply something, like there r so many subtle details in the names and yet there r also so many that are named after the random things in my room XDD
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SignPetitionForCatasToshiAsmr is having the best day of their life
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bee: giggling cuz there r so many names here that have meanings but i ain't telling u that u gotta work it out urself
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izu: lol they flirted with my bf bcs he reminded them of their fav streamer, not knowing he IS their fav streamer
izu: *not even worried abt toshi cheating bcs he was busy trying not to burst out laughing*
toshi: excuse me i have a bf.
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toshi: buy stuff so i can spoil my fiance
toshi's sales 📈📈📈
toshi's hypothetical manager who doesn't actually exist: "how did u do that"
toshi: ik how to motivate the gays >:)
---giggling happily to myself because i know stuff™️ , crying cuz WDYM ITS ALMOST OVER NO? NO!? NO ITS NOT ALLOWED TO BE IMMA CRY!!! IMMA SOB MY EYES OUT IMMA CRY -bee
^what bee said -huffi
Chapter 32: WEDDING???? FINALE??? IS IT OVER? :((((((((((((
Notes:
despite the chapter title, it is infact, NOT over, we still have another chapter... WHY IS THERE ONLY ONE MORE IMMA SOB -bee
sob 2nded -huffi
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Saturday, February 17 2161, 14:52: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: MarioKart to decide what season to have the wedding in (I want this spring, Sap wants the end of summer)
Mario Kart — #MarioKart #CataSapling #he/they
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“They’re coming,” Izuku hissed, spotting Mina and Denki walking up the driveway through the window in their entry area. He looked over to Toshi to see his fiancé fumbling with the sign they had prepared, before quickly letting go of it. As Izuku positioned himself next to Toshi, their front door opened.
“And then he let go of the racoon. It basically punched him in the face, it was hilarious–” Mina paused, eyes landing on Izuku. She blinked in surprise, then a wide grin spread on her face, immediately followed by an ear-splitting squeal. Everyone present flinched, and Denki shoved her aside so he could see what was going on. Mina didn’t waste much more time, jumping on Izuku’s wheelchair in a way that had him worried it’d break. (Again.) “YES!” She nearly squashed the cake, but Izuku managed to hold it out of the way before she could.
Meanwhile, Denki squinted at the sign for a painfully long moment– fuck, maybe Toshi should have made the sign with that font that makes it easier for dyslexic people to read– before he squealed with the same enthusiasm Mina had, finally working out what the sign said. “Of course I will be your delulu best man!” Denki beamed, launching across the room and koala hugging Toshi, causing them to both fall to the floor, because Toshi had very clearly not been ready for that.
“Not to point out how we got that name, but you are delusional if you think I wrote delulu best man on my sign,” Toshi groaned, shoving Denki off of him playfully, but the moment Denki looked confused, clearly worried he had read all of it wrong, Toshi added a quick confirmation. “It is you though, so delulu best man does seem accurate.”
“Mina, could you please stop trying to eliminate our cake? We’d prefer eating that instead of throwing it away,” Izuku complained, not enjoying the way his best friend was climbing all over his wheelchair in excitement. One would think after so many years and breaking one, she should know how to treat his wheelchair with respect.
“Does this mean I’m your favourite now? I’m at the top of the tierlist?” Denki asked Toshi, dragging Mina off of Izuku at the same time, likely trying to get into Toshi’s good graces before the man could answer.
“Nope. Shouta still wins that.”
“So weird that you call Aizawa-Sensei ‘Shouta’,” Denki grumbled.
“He’s just too scared to say dad,” Izuku threw in, “Even though I’m pretty sure even Aizawa is waiting for it. And Yamada, too.”
“Hey, Izuku, love?” Toshi asked innocently and Izuku tilted his head, waiting for the rest of the sentence. “Shut up.”
Izuku snorted. “No chance, you’re stuck with me forever now.”
“And I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Toshi smiled, pushing himself up off the ground and moving to press a soft kiss to Izuku’s lips. Denki’s mouth opened, clearly going to yell his constant ‘Gay!’ declaration, but before he could, Toshi spun to face him, “If you fucking say gay every time we kiss, I am not going to trust you not to at my fucking wedding, so think about your next words wisely. I can always revoke your best man privileges. Shouto would be a great best man.”
Denki immediately snapped his mouth shut and Izuku chuckled, deciding to move the party out of their entryway and into their living room. “Come on you dorks, let’s eat cake and drink shitty champagne.”
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Monday, February 26 2161, 11:37: ‘LetSapling’ is live: MarioKart to decide what flowers we should go with (I want pink and yellow, Toshi wants purple and green because he’s a sap)
Mario Kart — #MarioKart #CataSapling #anypronouns
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Friday, March 2 2161, 17:02: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: MarioKart to decide who gets Mei Hatsume (from the finale video) to be their groomswoman (we both want her sm lol) (ft. Mei Hatsume herself)
Mario Kart — #MarioKart #CataSapling #he/they
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Taking several deep breaths, Hitoshi knocked on Shouta and Hizashi’s door. Visiting them was more than normal at this point, with almost weekly dinners, plus generally visiting them overall, especially when Eri didn’t have school. This shouldn’t be scary. It was fucking normal– well except for the painfully important question he was planning to ask. Shoving down all of the anxiety, Hitoshi knocked on the door. Almost immediately, the door was flung open and Eri was leaping at them – she hadn’t quite grasped the fact that Hitoshi was nowhere near as strong as her parents– or, she probably had, but was purposefully ignoring it. Either way, it sent Hitoshi stumbling, but they thankfully remained standing, catching their balance and laughing lightly. “Hey Eri.”
“Hi, Hito-nii!” Eri beamed, oblivious to– actually no, Hitoshi was pretty sure she knew exactly what that did to their heart. She was a little monster, but Denki and the rest of his class had babysat her plenty, so it wasn’t exactly surprising. “You got any stories about you and Izu?”
“Yeah, yeah, I found one that was ok,” Hitoshi groaned, severely regretting answering her honestly when she had asked what they were reading on their phone that one time. She was only 12, so Hitoshi very much censored what she was reading, not wanting her anywhere near the shit their hornier fans wrote. Eri was a sucker for a cute romcom, so they made sure to share all the meetcute safe-for-work fics they found with her. “First though, shall we go inside and see your parents? I have a question for all of you.”
Nodding eagerly, Eri gripped even harder onto Hitoshi, a clear sign that she fully expected to be carried inside. Thankfully, compared to their fiancé, the small girl was fairly light – when she wasn’t hurtling at them with all the speed of a small rocketship. Once inside, Hitoshi set Eri down on the couch, moving to give Hizashi and Shouta a hug, much to the latter’s fake annoyance.
“What was your question Hito-nii?” Eri asked with excitement, drawing Hitoshi’s attention back to her. Hitoshi chuckled, moving to kneel in front of the couch she was sitting on.
“I was wondering, Eri, if you would like to be the flower girl at my wedding?” Hitoshi asked, digging their heels in for the inevitable squeal and lunge that would be aimed at them. Sure enough, half a second later, Eri was hugging them tightly and excitedly yelling her agreement. Hitoshi practically bathed in her enthusiasm, glad they could bring such a huge smile to her face. She was such an adorable cutiepie. It ripped at their heart every time they remembered the first time they had met, where she had touched their scars and asked if Overhaul got to them, too – when Shouta had needed to explain the torture Eri had endured when she was younger. Seeing her smile like this when they had witnessed her sobbing over a nightmare on more than one occasion only made them more confident that this was the best choice they could have possibly made.
Once Eri had calmed down substantially, still clinging to Hitoshi happily, they turned to the other two, not missing the way Hizashi awkwardly tried to hide his phone which he had obviously been taking photos with. Hitoshi rolled their eyes, but didn’t say anything about it, instead asking them the next question. “I also need someone to walk me down the aisle, and I thought you two might want to be involved in the wedding party?”
Much to everyone’s great relief, Shouta’s instincts kicked in just in time to spin to his husband and remove his quirk before the high pitch squeal could also be loud enough to rupture all of their eardrums. Only once Hizashi had come to his senses and stopped screaming in excitement did Shouta turn to Hitoshi, dropping his quirk, “Of course, kid.”
Practically in sync, Hizashi and Shouta moved towards Hitoshi, wrapping their arms around them, even if Shouta gave an exaggerated eyeroll at the way Hizashi was bawling his eyes out.
“Thanks dads,” Hitoshi whispered, “Both of you.”
Feeling Shouta’s hold on them tighten at the word, Hitoshi let themself bury their face into their father figure’s shoulder. Fuck, this was their family. Somehow, despite never being able to have a family growing up, Hitoshi had managed to get a fiancé, friends so tight knit they could imagine them as siblings and this fucking amazing family. How had they gotten so lucky?
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Saturday, March 10 2161, 11:37: ‘LetSapling’ is live: MarioKart to decide if we do an inside or outside ceremony (Toshi wants inside because he’s scared to touch grass)
Mario Kart — #MarioKart #CataSapling #anypronouns
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(🐱) CatasToshi @catastoshi · 13.03.2161 13:27
since i did a partial face reveal and have now gotten even more tattoos here is a tattoo tour ig (the next one is going under my wedding band and says ‘izuku my beloved' which im getting the day after we get married) anyways here’s the tour:
[ALT 1/6: a delicate design of a cat made out of vines and leaves, held together with thin lineart, placed just above his heart]
[ALT 2/6: on the back of his hand, a small cat face that Bond fans recognised looked exactly like the few photos of Bond that CatasToshi had managed to get, and underneath the cat face sat a small bowtie]
[ALT 3/6: sat on the side of CatasToshi’s lower leg is a portal, with the back of a cat able to be seen halfway through it]
[ALT 4/6: a matching portal with the cat’s head and front legs poking out on his forearm]
[ALT 5/6: a bright green and purple butterfly on his hip]
[ALT 6/6: 3 pawprints on his upper arm, captioned with a note clarifying that each of the pawprints was created using the pawprints he had gotten of each of his cats, with Bond, his first cat, at the top of his arm, Miko-chan just below it and Ghost just below that]
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Friday, March 16 2161, 16:33: ‘LetSapling’ is live: Anniversary Stream (I force Toshi to play some TreasureMine) (Also MarioKart to decide whether K gets a pin that Toshi designs or not)
Mario Kart — #MarioKart #CataSapling #anypronouns
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From: Izukus Boyfriend
i won the mariokart so ur gonna need to wear this pin to our wedding
(16.03.2161 – 19:27)
From: Izukus Boyfriend
KickMeOutTheMomentIStepOutOfLine.png
(16.03.2161 – 19:27)
From: that bitch I hate
Tch
(16.03.2161 – 19:32)
From: that bitch I hate
Fine
(16.03.2161 – 19:32)
From: Izukus Boyfriend
be fucking grateful that i let u come at all bitch
(16.03.2161 – 19:33)
From: Izukus Boyfriend
u r so fucking lucky izuku cares for u after the shit uve pulled
(16.03.2161 – 19:33)
From: that bitch I hate
I never said Im not appreciating every smallest fucking drop of what he gives me
(16.03.2161 – 19:34)
From: that bitch I hate
I know I dont deserve to have him in my life but hes made it very clear that he doesnt give a fuck about what I think
(16.03.2161 – 19:34)
From: Izukus Boyfriend
and thats y im letting u come. but the badge is not a fucking joke, if u piss me off, i will get shouta to kick u out. u will not fuck over my wedding day.
(16.03.2161 – 19:35)
From: that bitch I hate
Obviously
(16.03.2161 – 19:32)
From: that bitch I hate
And Id never do that to Izuku
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Wednesday, March 20 2161, 17:02: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: Mariokart to decide whether the cats get to be ring bearers (Sap says no cuz bond might end up swallowing it and i agree) (but im dying from wedding planning so ill just purposefully lose this one)
Mario Kart — #MarioKart #CataSapling #he/they
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Hitoshi was starting to regret agreeing with Izuku that he should ask his groomsmen to be groomsmen in person. It wasn’t fair. Izuku got to ask Hatsume on stream, but for some reason Hitoshi had been sent off to ask them in person, although Hitoshi was suspicious that Izuku was planning… something that he didn’t know about.
Not bothering to knock, he just opened the door to Denki’s apartment with the key he had gotten off of Shouto after knocking on the door and accidentally waking Fumikage up on a work night – or, technically it had been daytime, but Fumikage was working night shifts at the time.
“Hey guys,” Toshi greeted immediately, then, too tired to be bothered with formalities, he simply pointed at Fumikage and Shouto, “You and you. You will be my groomsmen. Yes?”
“Yours truly feel pleased upon receiving such an honourable offer.”
“I don’t see why not, since you don’t need me as your photographer,” Shouto replied evenly.
“Cool, I need to sleep and Izuku said I had to socialise, so I’m just gonna crash in Denki’s room for a nap, see you lot in a couple hours,” Hitoshi declared, ignoring the confused noises coming from Shouto.
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Thursday, March 29 2161, 09:12: ‘LetSapling’ is live: MarioKart to decide on the ceremony location (I want place A, Toshi wants place B)
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Monday, April 2 2161, 10:57: ‘CatasToshi’ is live: Minecraft because sap is out doing “wedding shopping” (he won’t tell me what he’s buying)
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From: Weird Nerd
heyy kacchann
(20.04.2161 — 09:23)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
What
(20.04.2161 — 09:25)
From: Weird Nerd
ok so first of all, happy birthday, well be there tonight
(20.04.2161 — 09:25)
From: Weird Nerd
anyways
(20.04.2161 — 09:25)
From: Weird Nerd
bemygroomsman.png
(20.04.2161 — 09:26)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
Are you fucking serious right now
(20.04.2161 — 09:27)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
Took you long enough
(20.04.2161 — 09:27)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
That is the ugliest fucking picture i have ever seen btw
(20.04.2161 — 09:28)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
You really couldnt have fucking asked in person?
(20.04.2161 — 09:28)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
Youre literally coming over tonight
(20.04.2161 — 09:28)
From: Weird Nerd
well, sometimes i like being a cunt, kacchan
(20.04.2161 — 09:29)
From: Weird Nerd
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(20.04.2161 — 09:29)
From: Weird Nerd
you’ll be wearing this to my wedding, i already ordered it for u
(20.04.2161 — 09:30)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
Wtf
(20.04.2161 — 09:31)
From: stop being stupid kacchan 🙄
You dont even know my size
(20.04.2161 — 09:31)
From: Weird Nerd
oh i do, dw :)
(20.04.2161 — 09:32)
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Notes:
Izu: worried mina will break their wheelchair
izu: again.
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bee when denki with dyslexia: :DDDDDD
(i headcanon him having dyslexia and executive processing disorder) (and adhd)
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denki: adds 'delulu' in front of any descriptor that relates to him or toshi
toshi: *why am i here... just to suffer...*
(he loves it rlly)
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izu teasing minds about breaking his wheelchair count for this chapter: 2
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denki who years after graduating still calls aizawa 'sensei': weird that u call him shouta
toshi: *raises eyebrows*
izu: he's scared to say dad
toshi: hey Izuku love?
izu (who knows what's coming): hm?
toshi: shut up
izu: nope >:)
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toshi out here really destroying denki's ability to hit em with the GAYYY every time huffi and bee screamed GAYYY at the doc ;-;
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crazy that this random fan (granted it does happen to be MEI HATSUME) gets to be a groomswoman, all the fans r so jealous LMAOOOO (she is of course fast friends with them at this point lol)
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bee: toshi struggled under the sudden weight of eri jumping into his arms
huffi: bro can hold izu tho
bee: ...
bee: toshi stumbled as eri threw herself at him with the speed of a bullet train mhmhm that's totally what i wrote to begin with-
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toshi: gives eri meet cute fanfic of him and izu
bee: giggles at how fucking adorable they r
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eri being a happy silly excitable 12 year old will never fail to be the cutest thing in the world
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toshi (stressing they would say no cuz it's a job the parent usually does): wuld u be willing to walk me down the aisle
zawa and zashi: OBVIOUSLY
toshi: *tentatively calls them dads*
zawa and zashi: *over the fucking moon with joy*
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bee: toshi finally feeling comfortable enough going outside and such to just get silly tattoos for the fun of it is so peak like he is just gonna collect them so much and that just makes me happy hehe (i adore the tattoo tour)
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bkg's contact name for toshi: "Izuku's boyfriend"
toshi's contact name for bkg: "that bitch i hate"
bee: *dying laughing at the contrast*
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toshi: dying in wedding planning
toshi: suggests terrible idea and sticks to it in order to force izu into a game of mariokart purely to be able to do something else while still satisfying izu's need to be planning the wedding
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toshi: *sus that izu was planning... something*
bee (who knows): giggling
huffi (who knows): cackling
izu (who knows): blushing purely cuz toshi was thinking about him- WHATTTT WHO SAID THAT~~~
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toshi: tired
toshi: u and u, groomsmen, yes?
shouto and fumikage: yup
toshi: sick i'm taking a nap bye
---ngl, kinda wrote my notes mingled into the actual memes, sooooo~ anyways i've been posting toshi cosplays hehe go watch them and give them love and i'll be so fucking happy heheh some of them even add extra details that aren't specifically mentioned in the fic so considering we only have one more chapter (loud sobbing in the background) if u want more wgtgs, check out my socials or join the discord >:D -bee
its so late wait its literally 6pm thats not late omg im so tired -huffi
Chapter 33: this chapter made me want to look up a catasapling compilation…on youtube… WHY CAN’T THEY BE REAL :((( AND NOW IT’S OVER :((((
Notes:
holy shit... its over... what a ride
also my life changed so much since we started writing this fic and that was literally just 5 months ago...WTF THAT WAS 5 MONTHS AGO???????? WDYM ITS BEEN *HALF A YEAR*
anyways enjoy the triple length epilogue <3 -huffiscreaming sobbing cheering crying grinning losing it WE R DONE IMMA CRY BUT ALSO IM SO HAPPY BUT ALSO IMMA CRY AHHHHH Thank you all SO MUCH for joining us over this, every single one of you has made this even more precious to me!!!! You are all sk amazing and i hope you guys enjoyed so much!!!! now, on with the fic!!! -b
prepare for: lots of gay
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Question,” Izuku asked the room. Their mum was standing right next to them, fixing a crinkle in their dress, whilst Mina and Kacchan were discussing… something on the other end of the room and Mei was sitting on the couch behind them; based on the mechanical clinks and screwdriver noises, she was probably working on one of her inventions. A hair and cosmetic professional was currently working on taming their curls so they could put the white and silver floral crown on their head. “What if someone objects?”
Mum immediately looked up from where she was straightening out the skirt of the dress. “Izuku, honey, that’s nothing you need to worry about. Everyone you’ve invited is so happy to see you together.”
That definitely wasn’t an answer that satisfied him. “But what if? Do I need to call off the wedding? Are we not allowed to get married even if we want to? Oh fuck, what if Toshi is the one to object? What if the severity of the commitment is only hitting him now – or worse, when we’re at the altar – and he no longer wants to be a part of it? I mean– it’d be his right to refuse me, I can’t even believe he’d actually want to marry me and it’s been seven months since he proposed– ugh, that proposal was such a dream, I’m so fucking lucky to have him. But what if he doesn’t want to have me anymore?” Izuku gasped, a thought coming to mind that hadn’t before. “What if he sees me in this dress and thinks it’s weird? Or ugly? What if the dress makes him change his mind–”
“If you really think that’s gonna happen, you have not seen the shit he has bookmarked on ao3!” Mei called out, “He loves you more than I love my babies and boy do I love my babies!
Izuku swivelled their head to Mei, then immediately had the stylist turn it the way they needed it. “I in fact have seen most of his bookmarks, and they’re not exactly things I’m going to discuss in front of my mum. But how the fuck do you know what he’s bookmarked when they’re private?”
“Don’t underestimate me, I’m a hacker and a stan at heart,” Mei said, the smirk audible in her voice.
“I’ll just– brush over that and trust that you’re not actually invading our privacy. Back to the issue at hand, do you think it’s a stupid idea to walk down the aisle?” Izuku was rubbing their thumbs over their wheelchair’s tires, trying to somehow calm the anxiety inside them bubbling up to its peak ever since it slowly started building during their wedding planning sessions. They’d figured it was typical wedding nerves, but they still hated it, especially since their anxiety made it so much worse.
“Honey,” mum interrupted their steady stream of thoughts. “You’ve been dreaming of doing this since you were a toddler, I think if you didn’t walk down the aisle today simply because you’re anxious about doing it, you’ll regret it later. If you’re in pain or think your legs can’t handle it, then no one will force you– but you haven’t shown a sign of either so far, so I think you should do it.”
Sometimes Izuku hated how right their mum was. “No, nothing hurts,” they whispered, still unsure about the whole thing– it was probably his anxiety talking, but that didn’t make it any easier to cope with. Hence, they moved on to the next topic. “And does the dress look good?” About four months ago, they, mum, Mina, Mei and Kacchan had gone out for dress shopping, since Izuku had always loved all the pretty white wedding dresses, and once they’d realised that wearing them was an option for them, it was all they’d ever wanted. Finding the perfect one was difficult, since Izuku had so many demands – not too big of a skirt, long sleeve to cover up their scars, but not bell sleeve since it would handicap them with their wheelchair; they’d also wanted lace, preferably something that looked like leaves or flowers and of course, the biggest one was that biologically, they were a flat-chested man and despite them needing it altered because of that anyways, they did want it to not look too weird when they were wearing it before alteration – but in the end, as soon as they’d put it on, they suddenly had been able to relate all those kitschy dress-searching reality shows, where the women started crying when they had found the dress.
“You look fucking stunning, and we told you so when you first tried it on and then when you tried it on after it was altered, so don’t be getting stupid fucking ideas that you don’t,” Kacchan chimed in from the other side of the room. “Today will be your fucking dream come true and that’s only because you and Shinsou planned it exactly as you wanted it. So stop fucking worrying and be excited that you’re marrying someone who loves you just the way you fucking deserve.”
Izuku looked over to Kacchan, wearing the pin Toshi picked on his lavender suit – that was matched with a sage green tie. They knew that Toshi’s groomsmen – Shouto and Fumikage – were wearing the opposite, sage suits with lavender ties. Mei had also opted to wear a suit, whilst Mina looked stunning in an iris purple chiffon gown with only one shoulder strap, which was decorated with flowers of the same fabric. Denki, perhaps slightly to Izuku’s surprise, had also wanted to wear a dress, so he also got the same one Mina wore, but in a forest green. “Thanks, Kacchan,” they hummed, unable to keep their mouth from grinning when they read the words on the pin. Kick me out the moment I step out of line. It probably wouldn’t be needed, but it seemed to make Toshi happy, and Kacchan had simply accepted it, so who was Izuku to argue about it.
Mina walked up to them, patting their shoulder. “Today will be great, you’ll see. There’s no need to worry about anything.” Izuku was about to argue with that, when the door opened without warning and Izuku suddenly got hit with a giant wave of fear that Toshi was perhaps walking into the wrong room by accident – after all, the building they had rented for the day was huge and the garden, where they’d also have the ceremony, was even bigger. Luckily, their stylist had just finished their hair, so they could whip their head around and see that no, it wasn’t Toshi coming in, but Eri, who had been bouncing between Izuku’s and Toshi’s preparation room all morning.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, all bright-eyed and happy. Izuku smiled at her, fear slowly letting go of them again, though the leftover anxiety from earlier remained.
“We were talking about walking down the aisle,” they replied. They had already moved past it in conversation, but their thoughts kept circling back to it and Eri was their flower girl, which meant she was super excited for walking down the aisle. She’d taken her job very seriously and had picked a dress that looked like a lily upside down, with the upper part being green and fading into white where the skirt started and then fading into a deep violet towards the bottom. On the backside, the skirt went down to mid-calf, whilst at the front, it just barely covered her knees and she looked absolutely adorable in it.
As expected, Eri squealed with delight, “Oh, I’m so excited! And I get to walk down the aisle twice. Once for Toshi and once for you! So sad that you won’t be able to see the first time, but you need to save your energy for your own walk, because you’ll be walking and that’s so cool!” Without hesitating, she threw herself at Izuku, hugging them tightly. “You’ll look so pretty – Or well, you already do! Like a princess! Are you a princess?”
Izuku chuckled, finding their anxiety finally fading into the background. “I’m not a princess. But you are! A cute little flower princess.”
“Oooh! If I’m a princess, then I decide that you are also a princess. And Hito-nii, too,” Eri quickly decided.
“I’m sure he’d like that. As do I,” Izuku assured her and Eri squirmed with excitement in their lap. It filled their heart with so much warmth to see Eri so happy. After Toshi had finally officially acknowledged that yes, Aizawa and Yamada were his family, Eri had latched onto the whole little sister thing even more than she already had been and even took to calling Izuku Izu-nii after learning they’d technically become her brother in law. There wasn’t any paperwork that connected Eri and Toshi in this way, but the family didn’t need a sheet of paper telling them something they already knew.
There was a knock on the door, ripping Izuku out of their musings and making Mina and Mei pause in their conversation. Izuku briefly saw Kacchan throw a glance at the clock out of the corner of their eye and decided to take a look, too, and– oh. “Midoriya-san, this is Sugawara. Is Yamada-chan with you? It’s time for Shinsou-san to walk down the aisle.”
Holy shit, how had time passed this quickly? Now it really wouldn’t be long until it was Izuku walking down that aisle.
“Yes, Eri is here,” mum supplied, thankfully, and led Eri to the door.
As soon as the door opened, Sugawara added, “Be prepared to go outside in a few minutes as well, I’ll send Oikawa to notify you when it’s time.”
“Thank you, we appreciate it,” mum replied and Izuku was insanely grateful for her coolheadedness and Sugawara’s entire team. Whilst the pre-wedding planning had been done mainly by Toshi and Izuku voluntarily, it was a huge relief to have someone else make sure everything was running smoothly on the day of. The door closed, the stylist checked Izuku’s hair and makeup was perfect until Izuku told them to go check on their groomsman and women instead and from then on, it was all just a game of waiting.
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Hitoshi wasn’t normally one to bite at his nails when he was nervous, but with the pure number of times Denki had dragged his hands away from picking at his scars… this was the next best option. Yoroi, his stylist, of course did not agree.
“You’re going to chip the polish, Shinsou,” She reprimanded, still working on the final touches on his hair.
Hitoshi groaned but pulled his hands away, checking the polish was completely fine, the black entirely undamaged, before tucking his hands under his thighs on the chair. He wished Eri would come back. She was a welcome distraction from the anxiety. He knew in his brain and heart that the worries were unfounded when it came to Izuku, the love of his life, who was fascinated and enamoured by the things that would scare away all others. Izuku was beyond a mystery, but Hitoshi could trust he wasn’t going to suddenly avoid responding for fear of Hitoshi’s quirk. Not after some of Izuku’s requests. Requests that Hitoshi didn’t dare think about for fear it would show visibly on his face. It simply wouldn’t happen. Still, some part of him just wouldn’t get the memo, the anxiety still there, bubbling up in waves of questions he had already asked a thousand times.
Finally, after what seemed like a millenia separated from his fiancé– he was so fucking close to being able to call Izuku his husband and that thought overtook any worries he was still thinking about– Sugawara appeared at the door, ready to prepare them to walk down the aisle, when he paused. “Where’s the flower girl?”
“She’s visiting Izuku,” Hitoshi replied before anyone else could, nerves building up suddenly that something had gone wrong.
Sugawara nodded. “Alright, I’ll go get her. Meet me at the exit to the garden.” After quick confirmation that they knew which exit, Sugawara left them again.
“Do you have your vows with you, Shinsou? I understand they are memorised, but it’s always good to have the written down form with you like I advised, just in case your mind blanks,” Yoroi checked, and Hitoshi nodded, his mind suddenly filling with the overwhelming realisation that this would be one of the very last times anyone called him Shinsou. He couldn’t fucking wait to take Izuku’s family name. His own meant nothing to him, so of course he would take Izuku’s. Midoriya Hitoshi. Fuck, that sounded nice. He wouldn’t deny he had spoken it aloud in awe so many times leading up to this wedding, but having it so close? Within reach? That was beyond anything Hitoshi could have ever imagined.
The short walk to the designated location was filled with Denki’s excited whispers, about the wedding as a whole, about the weather– how he could be so excited about an average day, Hitoshi had no idea but didn’t dare question it– about the dress he was wearing– because he wanted to make the wedding party feel symmetric, and totally not just because he wanted to match Mina. Totally.
Carefully staying out of sight, Hitoshi scanned the small audience. There weren’t many, although somehow all of Denki’s class had gotten their hands on invitations, so that really filled it out substantially. If his quick check was accurate, everyone was here, and it was time for them to go on.
Hitoshi turned to Eri, getting her permission to begin– because he loved the way she lit up when he treated the flowergirl like the most important role and the manager of everything. Once she was nodding, pulling out her basket of flower petals, Hitoshi nodded to the others, getting them into line. First Eri would walk, spreading the flower petals dramatically as she went, then it would be Hitoshi with Shouta and Hizashi on either side– as his parents? He had parents to walk him down the aisle on his wedding day? That felt wildly insane, but Hitoshi couldn’t be happier. Behind him was Denki with Izuku’s ring, followed by his other two groomsmen. Hitoshi watched them bicker slightly as they settled into place and had to roll his eyes. How he had ended up with all his groomsmen being gay and dramatic for each other, he had no idea, but he couldn’t help loving them for it.
Once they were set, and their pianist played some instrumental piece they’d agreed on prior, Hitoshi let Eri begin the walk. She was so adorable half skipping excitedly down the aisle while she did her best to look graceful and elegant.
“You ready, kid?” Shouta asked quietly, and with a deep breath, Hitoshi nodded. The moment they stepped out from behind the hedge, all eyes were on him and it took all his willpower not to freeze at the sensation. Of course, given how much Izuku loved his scars, he couldn’t exactly wear his mask to the wedding, but fuck, did all the eyes make him irrevokably anxious. Before he could falter, both Shouta and Hizashi’s hands squeezed his arms comfortingly. “You’re alright. You look amazing. Just breathe.”
Taking several deep breaths, Hitoshi continued forward. Once they got to the end of the aisle, Hitoshi let go of Shouta and Hizashi’s arms so they could find their seat, leaning down to give Eri a hug, “You did stunningly, can you go get my love for me now?”
Eri nodded happily– she had known what was next and it was by no means necessary, but he had secretly just wanted the hug for reassurance. Hitoshi stood, with Denki right beside him, Shouto and Fumikage standing ever so slightly off to the side.
“How are you feeling?” Denki asked, his voice a soft whisper as Eri bounced back down the aisle. Never before had kids really been a dream of his, but every time he interacted with Eri, he wanted them more and more.
“I hate all the eyes but also I’m so glad Izuku gets the wedding full of guests he deserves. Mostly I just really, really want to see Izuku in the suit that he refused to let me see, because I can only imagine how hot he will be.”
“You can’t even begin to imagine,” Denki grinned, the laugh clear in his voice and Hitoshi rolled his eyes. How Denki had managed to see his husband-to-be in his wedding fit, but Hitoshi himself hadn’t, was beyond him. It didn’t seem quite fair. Before Hitoshi could reply, the music began; their pianist at the beautiful grand piano playing a gentle tune he had become so deeply familiar with. This Song. Izuku’s all time favourite song, and the first one that Hitoshi had ever sung for him. Unable to fight back the soft smile at the sound, Hitoshi just looked to the place he knew Izuku would be coming out from.
As the melody reached the part where usually the first lyrics were sung, Eri stepped out, grinning widely, clearly unable to contain her excitement, and doing her best to throw the petals in time with the rhythm.
A few beats later, Izuku stepped into view and holy fucking shit too many thoughts were flying through Hitoshi’s head all at once. Izuku was standing. He was wearing a dress. He looked stunning. Hitoshi was so fucking gay. Izuku was walking. Was he ok? Would he be ok to stand for the ceremony? Maybe Hitoshi could give him his chair? Was he doing this just to make Hitoshi happy? He knew Hitoshi didn’t care about the wheelchair, right? That hadn’t somehow been lost? Izuku wasn’t hiding– no. No, he was walking because he wanted to. It was obvious in the huge, beautiful smile on Izuku’s face, a smile that shone more brightly than the sun, something only Izuku would ever be able to make happen. He was so fucking glorious in everything he did and holy fucking shit, Hitoshi was so very, very gay.
“You’ll catch flies,” Denki warned in a hushed voice, and only then did Hitoshi register his mouth had fallen wide open in disbelief and love and adoration and every other emotion filling his brain. He ignored Denki entirely, but he did close his mouth, not even attempting to prevent the biggest smile ever spreading across his face. Holy shit, this was fucking unreal.
Barely aware of anything else, Hitoshi faintly registered the rest of Izuku’s half of the wedding party, but he didn’t so much as spare them a glance, just focusing on the glorious image before him that was Izuku walking down the aisle. His upper body was covered in lace, arms and neck wrapped by white vines and flowers, which barely reached past the waistline, where a simple A-lined skirt continued, occasionally sparkling when the sun hit the dress just right. Izuku moved elegantly down the aisle, his eyes just as eagerly fixed on Hitoshi just as much as Hitoshi’s were fixed on Izuku.
For a moment, he stood in front of Hitoshi, heavily leaning on Mina and his mother, before he sat down in the wheelchair that Bakugou had brought behind him– something Hitoshi hadn’t even registered before then. As Mina fluffed his skirt out carefully to make sure it looked perfect, Hitoshi couldn’t help the way he noticed how Izuku was shaking, clearly having pushed himself to do that, but if the big smile was anything to go by, it had been worth it.
“Are you ok?” Hitoshi whispered gently as he pressed their foreheads together, ignoring Denki as the man quickly pulled out the chair they had prepared, putting it behind Hitoshi so they could sit, knees brushing, and hands held tightly.
“Never been better.”
Hitoshi smiled, relaxing slightly. He was barely aware of most of the ceremony, too busy adoring the love of his life. When it came time for the vows, Hitoshi went first, taking several deep breaths before he spoke. “Izuku, I… I said a lot of what I would say in my proposal, and I think we both know the tears that will fall if I repeat that, but I will do my best for this one. You, my love, mean the absolute world to me. You are someone who I could not bear the idea of losing. You, Izuku Midoriya, Sapling, Tinglyzu, Sap, my love, no matter the name you go by or the parts you choose to show or hide, all of it, I love you, and I swear to always love you, no matter how you change and grow, no matter what name you go by, or parts of you that you reveal, I will never leave, will never vanish, will never stop loving you, that I promise you.
Izuku, love, I swear to you, right here, right now, that on both the good days and the bad days for the rest of our lives, I will be by your side. On the weeks where sleep evades you or nightmares plague you, I will hold you, be there for you, love you. I swear to play all the games you could ever dream of, to try all the ideas you can imagine, to sing all the songs you adore, to be everything you could hope for.” Hitoshi had to stop, had to take several deep breaths before continuing, “Izuku, my love, you have been there for my fuck ups, my panic, my quickly backpedalling, my insecurities, hell, you were there when I ran away, but you have also been there for my good moments, my sleepiness after nights of insomnia, my steps forward, my growing confidence. You, and only you, are the reason I can do so much of what I do. Before we met, I didn’t leave the house if I could avoid it. I didn’t know anyone, didn’t let myself have friends; I would never have even considered the idea of having this many people watching me not through a screen, but for real,” Hitoshi gestured almost wildly at the small crowd, “But you taught me how to have all of that. Because of you, I had father figures to walk me down the aisle. Because of you, I have the most beautiful flowergirl I could ever dream of leading both of our entrances. Because of you, I know enough people that I actually had to hesitate over who to choose to be my groomsmen. You, Izuku, my dearest love, have completely changed my life in ways I can never thank you enough for, but I swear, I will keep loving you, keep reminding you how perfect you are, keep growing with you for the rest of our lives, and most of all, I will always, always, be there for you no matter what you need. Izuku, I love you more than life itself, and I swear that will never change.”
Slowly, Hitoshi let himself breathe again, he didn’t know when he had stopped, when he had started grounding himself completely in the comforting squeeze of Izuku’s hands and the siren call that came from deep inside the pools that were his love’s eyes, but now breathing, aware once more of the world around him, he noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks that he hadn’t even registered before then, too focused on Izuku and on remembering the vows and on all of that and more. Finally his eyes moved from the deep irises of Izuku’s eyes and registered the tears and the way the man shook with sobs and the lovesick gorgeous smile that was coating his face, and Hitoshi couldn’t help the way his smile only grew. Gently, he rubbed the tears away, thumbs brushing carefully over the waterproof makeup Izuku had on, not smudging at all at the touch.
Hitoshi watched, gently rubbing the continuing tears and, not even remotely rushing the man, as Izuku slowly composed himself, then spoke up, “Dear Toshi,” Izuku took a deep breath, exhaling shakily. His mouth opened, then closed. Opened again, before he let out a breathy chuckle, “I don’t– I don’t remember my vows, oh– I’m sorry, let me just– I swear I had them memorised, but I can’t bring my brain to– to– I’m so sorry, let me just–” Izuku reached into his skirt– because of course the most beautiful dress Hitoshi had ever seen was glorious enough to have pockets– and pulled out a folded piece of decorative paper.
“Dear Toshi, I love you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, the best human I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and I can call myself the luckiest human on earth that you’re mine.” A pause as Izuku breathed in, “Remember the day we had our first real conversation, without anyone watching or listening? You promised me that you’d never leave and back then, I was scared to trust and believe, but today I finally feel like it wasn’t a lie by accident. I– I know I have abandonment issues, which just means that today– the commitment you’ve agreed to, it means a lot to me.” His almost-husband choked out a sob, one Hitoshi could feel himself already getting close to matching as he carefully wiped at Izuku’s tears once more. “Sorry,” Izuku whispered. “I’m just so overwhelmed with how much I love you.”
“You’re okay, Izuku, love. I get it, I love you too, honey,” Hitoshi comforted quietly, one hand dropping from Izuku’s face where he had been rubbing away tears, moving to clasp both of Izuku’s hands in one, and the other staying to cup Izuku’s face, doing all he could to comfort the man.
Izuku smiled wider, leaning into the touch, before he continued to speak. “Today, I’m promising the same thing to you– again, because I’m sure I’ve made this promise a hundred thousand times in the past year and a half. I promise to never leave you, to fight for you whenever needed and even if death tries to take me, I’ll do my best to crawl home to you.” Hitoshi felt the tears in his own eyes increase as Izuku sniffled, “I know that, especially because of how famous we’ve become, there’s a lot of opinions on our relationship and how they think that we’re moving too fast, getting engaged before our first anniversary and married half a year later, but none of that matters to me. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life than I am of wanting to spend the rest of my days with you.”
Hitoshi wanted to kiss Izuku so bad, to kiss away all the tears that flowed from Izuku’s eyes, to litter kisses across that beautiful smile, to make that smile last forever, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to, there was that whole “you may kiss” thing to come and he was theoretically supposed to wait until then, but that didn’t seem fair. The two were dragged out of their reverie, or breakdown, or whatever you wanted to call what this was, when the officiant spoke.
“Do you, Shinsou Hitoshi, take Midoriya Izuku to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” Hitoshi breathed immediately. Of course he did. Of course he would take Izuku to be his husband. How could he possibly not, when the man was sat in front of him looking so fucking gorgeous? When Izuku, his love, his everything was here, and if the man would hurry up and marry them already he would finally be able to kiss the daylights out of him.
“Do you, Midoriya Izuku, take Shinsou Hitoshi to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” There was no hesitation behind it, only sheer determination as his glossy eyes looked at Hitoshi with sparkles and so, so much love.
With the vows fully completed, they were finally able to exchange rings. Hitoshi went first, with the ring Denki had just handed him, a simple silver band with the word ‘CataSapling’ engraved on the inside. He pressed a soft kiss to Izuku’s hand before sliding the ring on and pressing yet another soft kiss, this one placed over both Izuku’s finger and the ring. In turn, Izuku giggled, then accepted the ring from Mina, copying Hitoshi’s movements.
“I now declare you husband and husband. You may kiss.”
Finally given permission to do what he had wanted to from the moment he saw Izuku stepping out into the aisle, Hitoshi surged forwards, with Izuku doing the same, both meeting in the middle for a long and love filled kiss. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Hitoshi was kissing his husband. Their hands grasped at each other, holding on tightly even as they parted for air, before their lips immediately chased one another once more; unable to let this moment pass just yet. Husbands. They were husbands. Married! Holy shit, Hitoshi was married to the most amazing, beautiful, stunning, smart, gorgeous, sexy, attractive, handsome man in the entire multiverse.
When they finally managed to pull away, Izuku had to stifle a laugh at something over his shoulder. What had Denki done? Hitoshi spun to face the man, about ready to punt him out of the fucking galaxy and couldn’t contain his laughter when he saw Shouto– who he had put on ‘don’t let Denki yell gay at our wedding’ duty– fully covering Denki’s mouth with an honestly reasonable amount of pure strength– reasonable because Denki was not easily subdued. Hitoshi rolled his eyes and turned back to his husband. Holy fucking shit, he still couldn’t believe that this was happening, despite the months of pure preparation for this moment.
“It is my honor to officially introduce the new couple, Izuku and Hitoshi Midoriya,” The officiant finished, and Hitoshi couldn’t help himself, standing up and sweeping Izuku out of his wheelchair in one quick motion, pressing several kisses to his face before carrying him bridal style down the aisle.
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[ALT: Chargebolt and Alien Queen wearing matching dresses in different colours (forest green and iris purple), the Little Crows wedding venue building is visible in the background whilst the two pro heroes have one arm around the other, whilst using the other to pose with a peace sign]
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frifrafru wait i just had a thought
harrharr THAT DRESS LOOKS SO SLAY ON HIM
martingreen Marry me 💍
dizzyshirt call me crazy but im pretty sure i remember alien queens sports festivals at ua and isnt her first name mina? and chargebolt loves pikachu a lot? and is that the little crows wedding venue in the background?? isnt catasapling getting married at the end of summer, which, arguably, could be anytime now?????????????
agendertighnari YEAA BREAK THEM GENDERROLES CHARGEBOLT
hawksbuttonified whos wedding was it????? I didnt hear anything about a pro hero wedding?????????
gaytintedsunglasses …… okokok so we know chargebolt and alienqueen are listed as catastoshis 2nd and 3rd fav heroes on his tierlist and we know chargebolt watches catastoshi based on that one comment that he said was ‘on the wrong account’ (presumably he comments on his private account?) but now im wondering… is there more to it? r they friends?
bbygrlwthwngs i wish i lived in a world where these 2 were models because i could get behind seeing pretty ppl in pretty dresses more often
sillybillybenji there are 2 types of people in the comments, the ones who are fawning over the outfits/heroes and the ones theorising based on zero hard evidence that Alien Queen and Chargebolt are actually Mina and Pika… I am unfortunately in the second camp… let me believe
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Izuku watched as Mina and Denki walked off, everyone gathering near the entrance to where the tables were set up for a late lunch whilst she and Toshi finished up with pictures. “I just had an idea for another pose,” she said when the photographer asked what they wanted to do next.
“Oh?” Toshi spoke, looking at Izuku. “What would that be?”
A smile crept on Izuku’s face. “Get here, I’ll show you.” She raised her hands, making grabbing motions at her husband – husband !!!!! Like the submissive human they were, Toshi immediately followed, bowing down to Izuku, who immediately grabbed onto her husband’s shirt’s collar and pulled the tie down to loosen it widely, before slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons. There was a fading hickey on the lower side of Toshi’s throat towards their right shoulder, something that Izuku wanted to put her lips to just so she could make sure the bruise wouldn’t fade, but instead she tried to restrain herself, looking between Toshi and the photographer. “Is it okay if I make another hickey? I’d love to show them off in a picture.” Their photographer gestured for Izuku to go ahead and Izuku shot another glance at her husband to make sure Toshi also consented to this. She smirked when she saw the desperate look on the man’s face, pressing a kiss to their jaw, before promptly pulling Toshi into her lap, making them face the camera whilst Izuku latched onto their throat, not far from the original hickey, but high up enough to be seen even with Toshi’s shirt buttoned closed. As she sucked, she couldn’t help but relish in the quiet whimpers Toshi couldn’t hold back, occasionally throwing a glance at the photographer, who was capturing it all.
Once done, they shot a few more pictures with Toshi’s shirt unbuttoned and another two poses they’d agreed on before the wedding, with the fresh hickey right on display, even though Toshi’s shirt had been buttoned and straightened back up. After they were done with pictures, Izuku and Toshi returned to the rest of the wedding, Toshi volunteering to push Izuku’s wheelchair, which she didn’t have anything against, because even though she’d already swallowed a pain killer before taking the pictures, her body was still sore from walking so far earlier. She didn’t regret it by any means, though. Walking down the aisle, seeing Toshi’s surprised face and wide smile was worth all the pain in the world. And of course, the fulfillment of her own dreams.
As they reached their guests, Izuku realised that their wedding party was incomplete – something that also didn’t slip Toshi’s notice. “Where did my groomsmen go?” Mina smirked and pointed in the direction of the garden house, where you could clearly see Shouto and Fumikage pressing Denki up against the outside of the glass house, all three of them exchanging kisses. “Fucking finally,” Toshi snorted.
“And they were roommates,” Izuku felt compelled to say.
Immediately, some of their wedding guests replied, “Oh my god, they were roommates!” Izuku could pinpoint Ochaco, Jirou, Yamada and Mina’s voices, but there might’ve been more.
“Give me one second, Izuku love, I have some revenge I need to enact,” Toshi hummed, before resolutely moving towards them, stopping a good distance away and screaming at the top of their lungs, “GET A ROOM!”
Denki’s head snapped up, but before he could say anything, Shouto and Fumikage both gave Toshi the middle finger, synchronised in a way that made it seem as though they had expected this and planned in advance, which… they probably had. Toshi just snickered and returned to Izuku’s side, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Izuku smirked, then addressed their guests. “Come on, let’s go inside. I’m sure you’re all hungry.”
The food was – in short – amazing. Choosing a buffet was truly a great choice, that way each of their guests could find something they liked. Once everyone’s table was clear of lunch plates, Mina stood up on their table – dramatic much – and asked for attention by tapping a knife on her glass.
“Hello and thank you for your attention, bi–” she paused, throwing a glance at Eri, who was sitting innocently between Aizawa and Yamada.
“It’s okay, you can say it!” Eri yelled.
Mina seemed to consider that for a moment, looking between Aizawa and Yamada before shrugging. “She’s 12, she can handle it. And she’s seen the english dub of SK8 the Infinity – Anyways, hey bitches and bros and non-binary hoes! Welcome to the wedding of my best friend and his very stupidly gay husband. I’ve known Izuku for what, three? four? years now and for about the first half, he was the most isolated, mistrusting, scared, injured animal I’ve ever met.”
Izuku huffed a quiet, offended, ‘excuse me?’, but Mina just ignored her.
“Eventually, he warmed up to me, and I can confidently say he’ll never be getting rid of me– which also means that Hitoshi now also will no longer get rid of me! Unless you hurt my bestie, then I will get rid of you.” Mina smiled sweetly. “When Izuku first interacted with Hitoshi, it was near nothing like what he used to be with me, so clearly there was some sort of attraction at first sight– sound– Man, the two of them were – and honestly, still are the biggest hot messes I’ve ever had the pleasure of befriending. It’s okay, though. I still love you guys.” Finally, Mina got off their table. She walked towards the middle of the room, where she’d insisted on placing a projector and turned said projector on. “Now, you can see my chat history with Hitoshi as proof that I never promised to keep this video from Izuku or anyone else, just so you know that I have full permission to share this today.”
Huh? Izuku looked at Toshi with curiosity. What video? Toshi in turn went from happily listening to almost white with horror, before settling to an expression of acceptance and despair. For a moment, Izuku was concerned, but then the video started playing and the realisation clicked.
“Heyyyy Sap! Meet Pika! He’s fuckin’ chargebol’!” The screen displayed a very drunk looking Toshi full of giddiness and excitement and far too much alcohol. Oh. This was the video of them when they were drunk that Mina had been refusing to show. Oh, this would be good. “Anyways he’s not important right now, you are! I fucking love you. The things I’d do with you if you were here? I was such a fuckin’ scaredy cat about these scars, like, pah! What even matters, ‘cause I loveeee you! Ugh, you’re so prettyyyyy! Do you do ASMR ‘cause fuck, you’re gorgeous, yanno? Anywaysssss, love youuuuuu, good niiiiight!”
Izuku snorted. “That’s so fucking adorable.” In reply, Toshi just whined, a noise Izuku needed to follow up with a kiss to her husband’s – husband’s!!! – lips. “I love you, too,” she whispered against Toshi’s lips. Toshi buried their face in Izuku’s neck, clearly a failed attempt to hide the bright red flush on their cheeks and Izuku couldn’t help but snicker.
“Anyways!” Mina interrupted them. “To clarify, Hitoshi sent this video to me the day after they had a little heart-to-heart, but neither of them had shown the other their face yet. You can imagine how hard he was panicking after he got sober again– I obviously didn’t share it with Izuku back then, but I did save it for today. Because somehow, I knew today would come. And so did your three million fans. Congrats, CataSapling.”
Everyone cheered, some even whistled. Izuku smiled widely. “Thank you! You’re the best!”
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Doing his absolute best not to implode from embarrassment at the video– and Izuku’s reaction to it, Hitoshi couldn’t help the immediate sense of relief he felt at the distraction provided by Eri tapping on his elbow. He looked over to her, curious what the question was.
“Hito-nii, can I do a speech, too? I wrote one,” Eri asked, and Hitoshi didn’t even need to think about it.
“Of course you can, Eri, do you want to stand up on your chair carefully so everyone can see you?” Once Eri had nodded, Hitoshi helped her up, and Creati– or Momo– appeared a second later with a microphone. That was good because, while Mina was loud enough to be heard by everyone, Eri wasn’t. Everyone who was chattering or still laughing after Mina’s speech quieted down almost instinctively, all settling in to listen.
“Hi, I’m Eri, and I’m just really happy about all of this! I love Hito-nii and Izu-nii so much and without them being in love I might never have met either of them, which would have been awful! They are both so amazing and so cute and I love them lots and lots and lots! I’m really happy I get to not only have a big brother but I also get a big brother in law now that they are married! I’m also really happy that this will hopefully mean more cute stories about them because I love reading them so much! Oh, also, thank you so much Hito-nii and Izu-nii for letting me be your flower girl, it was a big honour and I really loved it!”
Hitoshi could cry as he helped Eri back down from the chair, but somehow he managed to keep it in, unlike his husband– HUSBAND! Or well, he had been able to hold back the tears, right up until Eri hugged him super tight, “I love you, Hito-nii! You’re the best big brother ever!”
Well, now Hitoshi was crying, but Eri at least didn’t seem to mind, simply hugging him tighter, before scrambling over to hug Izuku. Hitoshi pressed his side to Izuku’s, wrapping his arms around both his husband and Eri. Never in a million years could he have imagined this would be where he ended up, had you asked him two years ago.
Denki– already far gone and drunk– iconically messed with the whole moment by announcing the cake with a delighted scream. Hitoshi couldn’t help but groan as he saw his best man downing yet another glass of alcohol before rushing to offer to help with the cake. Thankfully, the servers weren’t stupid enough to let him.
The cake had elegant greenery flowing around it with purple flowers that resembled lilies and primroses swirling up through the three layers, the bottom and top layer being coffee flavoured chiffon cake, while the middle layer was toffee flavoured at Izuku’s request for those who didn’t like coffee, which Hitoshi only agreed to when he realised Eri was within that group. Then it had a chocolate ganache filler and honey italian buttercream coating the edges. Eri hopped off Izuku’s lap, allowing them to move to the cake. A server handed them a knife, one Izuku and Hitoshi took together, his own hand wrapping around Izuku’s. Their photographer was already taking pictures, and their guests curiously watched them, but Hitoshi ignored it all and simply pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Izuku’s mouth. Slowly, they moved the knife towards the cake, carefully cutting a slice from the bottom layer. A wide grin covered Hitoshi’s entire face as everyone around them cheered as if they’d just ran a marathon. He couldn’t help but love the way his newfound family were so loudly and excitedly there for them with all the enthusiasm and joy and pride he had never experienced as a kid. Still both holding the knife, he and Izuku moved the slice of cake to the plate that a server provided for them.
Both of them chuckled as their slice instantly flopped to the side while Izuku handed the knife off, accepting two pastry forks instead. Hitoshi took one and they carefully stuck their forks into the cake, preparing a bite-sized portion for the other. Izuku could barely contain his laughter at the slightly too big portion of cake on his fork, making Hitoshi snort in response. Together as one, they fed each other the bites. Their coordination was far from perfect, and the moment they had swallowed what did make it into their mouths, Hitoshi moved to clean Izuku’s face with his thumb before coming up with a better idea. He leaned forward, and Izuku leaned in, clearly expecting a kiss, not the long lick as Hitoshi cleaned up the icing with his tongue.
Izuku squeaked with surprise, then pulled back only to lean back in to lick some icing off Hitoshi’s nose, which had both of them chuckling. Hitoshi pressed yet another kiss to his husband's lips, feeling overwhelmingly giddy at the ability to call Izuku that. Together, they moved back to their table, eating the rest of their cake slice.
The conversation returned to normal as the waiters served the cake to the rest of the guests. Only once all the cake had been eaten, did Denki stand– clearly having had several more drinks– and loudly drew everyone’s attention. “Yo! Today has been a grea’ day! Lo’s of love in da air ‘nd shit! I got two boyfriendsss now but that’s not what today is ‘bout! It’s ‘bout Hito and Izuku and loveeee! They are marriedddd, isn’t that wild!? Anywho I should prob’bly get my notes out and read ‘em!” Denki declared, fumbling in his pocket for a painfully long time before he pulled out a piece of paper with an over dramatic and very uncoordinated flourish. He stared at the paper for several minutes before groaning, “I hate you Hito, how dare you intr’duce me to f’reball when it does this to me?”
He then proceeded to grunt, shoving the paper into Shouto’s hands with a slurred plea to read it out for him.
“Alright, uh, since Denki is… intoxicated right now, I guess I will read the speech, although please note, these are Denki’s words, I am just a messenger. Alright, let’s see,” Shouto began, before staring down at the paper for a long time. After a while, he leaned over to Fumikage, whispering something and pointing confusedly at the paper.
“What’s the hold up?” Mina called, and honestly, Hitoshi was wondering the same thing. What was going on? Shouto was by no means drunk, Hitoshi had seen him drink a grand total of one glass of champagne, and Fumikage was even more sober, given that he had a shift early the next day.
Shouto looked up, back down at the paper and then up again, despairingly answering, “I can’t read it.”
Ok, Hitoshi could understand it being hard to read, sometimes Denki’s messages were a workout to decode, and that was usually the dyslexia making spelling impossible, resulting in things like ‘brought’ to be spelt as ‘baut’, confusing absolutely everyone in sight, but at least this shouldn’t have typos? What was the problem? Mina, Momo and about three others moved to help read it, and when none of them could, Hitoshi rolled his eyes and turned to Izuku. He may as well spend his time properly.
Several kisses later, with both of them resolutely ignoring the growing mumblings as more and more guests moved to try to decipher it, Bakugou’s loud yell cut through the mumbles, drawing Hitoshi’s attention, “Move, I’m gay. I proofread his assignments in school, it’s not even that fucking hard.”
Sure enough, within two seconds of seeing the paper, he was shooing the others off and clearing his throat. “Tch, okay, Dunceface wrote this, not me, so don’t go blaming me for reading whatever this says. Ready? Too bad.” Bakugo grinned almost maniacally before flawlessly reading out Denki’s words. “Apparently as Best Man, I’m supposed to give a speech, so here I go, I guess. First off, I haven’t been able to say this for months but I feel it is required for me to say it at least once on the day dedicated to your gay love for each other. GAY. Now that that’s over with, I’m going to move onto the actual important stuff. I was going to present a compilation of these two lovebirds being cute, but it turns out that most of those with all the good ones go for upwards of an hour, so instead I will just recommend a few. Go watch CurtainsFall’s video titled “From Strangers to Fiancés, CataSapling All The Way.” As well as BrainDedBeatrix’s video, “56 times CatasToshi was Submissive and Breedable™ on Stream, Plus one time LetSapling was.” I’d also highly recommend all of the CatasToshi singing love songs for LetSapling compilations, and while you’re at it, you may as well just watch all the compilations of these two ever. Honestly, the blessing that is our ability to go back and watch their love story unfold is truly amazing. I have to say, I am beyond lucky to have met Hitoshi, especially since the only reason I did was because he was being weird in the process of getting Izuku a cat and Mina wanted me to stalk him. Ever since, I have been able to happily call my all time favourite streamer my delulu bestie. I wouldn’t trade this for the world… ok that’s not quite true, if I could trade into a universe where they weren’t so fucking horny in front of me all the time, I probably would, but the rest of it truly is amazing. Hitoshi, I am so glad that through your beautiful gay love for Izuku I got to meet you. You are a wonderful person and you deserve all the love that I know Izuku showers you with. And Izuku, I know I don’t need to say it, I know you will do this regardless, but nonetheless, take care of Hitoshi. He’s not always the smartest, and sometimes he gets all up in his head, but your presence truly does do wonders, and I am so glad he has you. Also I’m a touch jealous because you two are so fucking amazing for each other and I hope to one day have that for myself. I love you both, and I’m going to say this in advance because I know you will end up making out in front of all of us at some point tonight, so Izuku, Hitoshi, please, please, GET A ROOM!”
Why the fuck was Hitoshi tearing up at that monstrosity of a speech? That wasn’t fair. He couldn’t help it, though. Not when it– despite the jokes and lightheartedness– held a deep weight, full of care and love and kindness. Hitoshi couldn’t help but adore his best friend, drunk to high heavens at his wedding or otherwise.
“I couldn’t ‘ave said it bedder!” Denki yelled.
“You couldn’t say it at all!” Hitoshi yelled back, all teasing and no heat behind it.
“rUDE,” Denki complained, and Hitoshi just ignored him.
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After Denki’s absolutely entertaining speech, the party rapidly picked up speed, with a lot of alcohol starting to flow – or, well, more than before. Not for Denki though, since everyone had collectively agreed on cutting him off, including Denki’s former teachers and the staff. At some point, the twenty three year olds at the party got definitely too drunk for a twelve year old to be watching all of that, so mum volunteered to go play some games with Eri until she fell asleep in the room that Aizawa and Yamada – holy shit, they were Izuku’s parents in law now – also slept in.
There was a lot of singing, screaming and dancing; at some point Izuku had drunk more than enough for everything to turn into a blur of music, kissing and pro heroes. He was pretty sure he thought he saw one of their guests – after some squinting, Izuku thought they looked a lot like Cellophane – flirting with his mum, something that had him emptying the glass in his hand and asking the nearest waiter for more. Especially since his mum didn’t even look repulsed, only flattered. Izuku decided to ignore that whole…thing and focused on his husband, who was playing some game with Denki that Izuku didn’t quite understand.
A while later found everyone eating the midnight snack at the tables, some bread or something– Izuku could hardly remember the food, too focused on Aizawa sitting in Yamada’s lap as the two flirted like teenagers. It didn’t take long until the food was forgotten entirely, drunk pro heroes racing across the room and playing “Catch”, which honestly looked like a lot of fun, so Izuku just had to join in.
The game came to a swift pause when the speakers suddenly blasted drums, followed by a “You– change your mind–” Immediately, the entire room froze, followed by everyone darting to the dance floor. It took the entire buildup to the first refrain for people to arrange themselves, pushing Shouto into the middle as their star.
Izuku stayed on the side lines, wheelchair placed next to Toshi, who seemed to be filming the dance. As he tried to copy the heroes’ moves, his frustration slowly grew, tears already pricking in his eyes. When he noticed his husband’s attention landing on him, he whined, “How do they make it look so easy?”
Toshi, the traitor, laughed, which somehow made Izuku feel even worse– fuck, why did his body hurt so much? Unable to hold his tears back any longer, he simply started crying, burying his face in his hands.
It was hard to tell how much time passed, body shaking with sobs, until his hands were suddenly pulled from his face, lips pressing to his cheeks as Toshi kissed his tears away. “Are you okay?” Toshi asked, cradling his face. The warmth from his husband’s hands was so nice, all Izuku could do was whimper. “Do you need anything? Can I do anything to help you? Do you want to go to bed?”
Swallowing a sob, Izuku whined, “M’ body hurts. Can’t use painkillers.” Toshi opened his mouth. “Need somethin’ strong t’ drink.”
“Are you sure? Do you want me to grab you anything else? A snack or a heat pack or anything?”
Even through the tears, Izuku grasped Toshi by the hips and mumbled, “I already have a snack, thanks.” For a moment, there’s no reply and Izuku looked up to see what was up. Face covered in tears, he smirked when he noticed the dark crimson blush on his husband’s face. Using the short-circuited state, he pulled Toshi in closely until he could lick a stripe up his husband’s cheek. “Go get me a drink, please,” he murmured into Toshi’s ears, purposefully making himself sound as needy as possible. Toshi looked halfway ready to offer something other than simply a drink before he shook his head slightly, clearly chasing the thought from his mind.
He went to leave, before something seemed to click in his brain and he just looked up, searching for something. He clearly found the target as his eyes locked on someone outside of Izuku’s view. “Yo BakuBitch! Go get Izu a drink would ya? You do owe him after all!”
And you know what? Izuku didn’t mind at all that Toshi used the opportunity to stay with him. In fact, he quite approved. “Good boy,” he hummed. Toshi nuzzled his head into Izuku’s neck, not so subtly attempting to hide the blush, but before Izuku could complain about him hiding, Toshi was kissing his neck with enough passion to satiate any complaints.
Kacchan arrived moments later, pressing a cup of something into Izuku’s hand, which he took with a chirped, “Thank you.” As soon as his cup was empty, time moved in a blur once more, full of a few last drinks, some more tears – because Izuku wasn’t Izuku without crying – and a lot of games involving stripping. Games Izuku didn’t participate in, because he was wearing a very expensive, very hard to take off alone dress.
Several hours later, Toshi turned to Izuku with pretty much no warning, pulling him away from the party and pressing several hard kisses to his lips, a clear sign that he wanted something. “Toshi?”
“I wanna get out of here,” Toshi whined, dropping into Izuku’s lap and tugging at his ear with his teeth. A groan escaped Izuku’s lips, arms already reaching to his wheelchair’s wheels to move them out of the room. Most of their guests were already asleep in their rooms, had left (Fumikage) or passed out somewhere in the venue, anyways.
“Then let’s fuckin get out of here,” he murmured lowly, confident enough in his definitely-still-drunk abilities to get them to their wedding suite without actually seeing the way that he buried his face in Toshi’s naked crook of neck – yes, Toshi had participated in the strip games – and bit. Fortunately, it caused the exact reaction he wanted – a loud, surprised moan.
They arrived in their suite fairly quickly and Toshi swiftly helped Izuku out of his dress, whilst Izuku helped Toshi out of the few remaining clothes on his body and they claimed the bed, sprawling across the sheets, fingers intertwined and lips trying to find whatever patch of skin they could reach.
Sounds of bliss filled the room, love enveloping all their senses until all they felt was ecstasy. Pleasure was all they knew, all they felt, all they believed to exist until it became too much– until they tipped past the point of overstimulation and exhaustion and their bodies tiredly collapsed, burying underneath the covers.
Izuku’s eyes had long fallen shut, breaths evened out after such an exciting day, but somehow, he still managed to mumble just a few words before fully slipping off into the best sleep he’d ever had. “Now all we’re missing is a child…or maybe multiple.”
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[ALT 1/4: A dark, blurry picture. Purple light shines from one corner of the picture, whilst it seems as if the picture is supposed to capture someone from the back, sitting in a chair, if the faint outline of their silhouette is an indicator of any sort. Some kind of gem seems to be in the human’s hair, since it reflects in the light.]
[ALT 2/4: This one’s a video, capturing a group of heroes known to all have gone to UA at the same time dancing to Hot N Cold by Katy Perry, with Frostfire in the middle and Tsukuyomi holding up a clearly near-passed out drunk Chargebolt next to them. Even Dynamight is to be spotted among the crowd. After a few seconds of the refrain, the camera pans to the side, showing whoever’s right next to the one filming. It seems to be Tinglyzu, also known as LetSapling, wearing a wedding gown whilst sitting in a wheelchair as they try to copy the heroes dancing before giving up. LetSapling says something, which is overpowered by the loud music, but if you listen closely you can make out the words ‘How do they make it look so easy?’ The video cuts off as the camera starts shaking, likely due to the camera man laughing.]
[ALT 3/4: This is another video where the camera with CatasToshi’s voice coming from behind it walked up to the different heroes saying ‘shake my hand in character’ and then ‘shake my hand out of character’. Every single one went the same way, the first handshake a refined and normal type of handshake, and the second something almost feral, one example being Chargebolt, who did a flip while shaking CatasToshi’s hand, no one knows exactly how that was possible, but he did it.]
[ALT 4/4: The last post is another picture, this time clearly showing two people in purple light, making out– one is clearly LetSapling, recognisable from the other posts, with their makeup smudged the other must be CatasToshi, if the purple hair is any hint. The scars around his mouth are sort of visible, though they could be written off as a glitch or a distortion of the picture due to the weird lighting. This picture would certainly break the internet.]
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Notes:
mei: *actively a groomswoman at a wedding in a ball gown*
also mei: *still working on her inventions*
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mei: have you not seen the shit he has bookmarked on his ao3??
izu: how tf do u know what hes bookmarked-
mei:
mei: :)
izu: ...
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Izuku's wedding party: *in purple*
toshi's wedding party: *in green*
bee: they r so in love i cant even put words to describe the level of in love they r i love them
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yk that trend where ppl were trying to turn an upside down flower into a dress? that. that is what eri's dress is. because she is a FLOWER girl (i love her with my entire fucking soul)
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sugawara:
huffi: LISTEN
huffi: yes thats sugawara koshi, yes he's from haikyuu
huffi: there's this rlly good fic where he and a few other characters from different schools run a wedding venue ("little crows") and its a multiship fic with asanoya (getting married), daisuga, kagehina, iwaoi, tsukkiyama,... and when i needed a name for the wedding organiser i went "wait a minute..."
huffi: anyways the fic is called The Wedding by Navybluewings
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"Hitoshi could trust he wasn’t going to suddenly avoid responding for fear of Hitoshi’s quirk. Not after some of Izuku’s requests"
bee: gay. very gay requests. gay.
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toshi: I just really, really want to see Izuku in the suit that he refused to let me see
bee and huffi: CACKLING MANIACALLY
denki: u can't even begin to imagine
bee and huffi: LAUGHING EVEN HARDER
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"hitoshi looked to the place he knew izuku would be coming out from"
huffi: coming out of the closet is a bit late on ur wedding day dontcha think
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huffi: funfact: bee and i took way too long discussing how everyone's sitting (what direction, etc) only to only half mention a little bit in two words
bee upon reading this: we did?
bee like 5 min later: OH YEAHHHHHHHH
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toshi: listing off all of izu's names in his vows:
toshi: says "my love" as though it is simply another one of izu's names
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crazy to be in the middle of ur vows and be like "yeah remember that time i RAN AWAY" broooooo he's so silly and unique like i fear that's not something anyone has ever said in their vows but like also it is so fucking cute and i love him - bee
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toshi: i would have never considered having this many ppl watching me
huffi: ... he's a famous streamer with thousands of viewers...
bee: hmm.
toshi: i would have never considered having this many ppl watching me, not thru a screen but for real
bee: much improved :D
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izu: wearing waterproof makeup
bee and huffi: our baby thought ahead <333
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izu's dress has POCKETS!!!!!!!!
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izus vows:
huffi:
izu:
huffi: >:)
izu:
hozier:
huffi: :D
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bee: screaming at the fact that their rings have "catasapling" engraved on the inside i love them so fcking much
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‘don’t let Denki yell gay at our wedding’ duty
what a duty to have LMAOOOOO
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hawksbuttonified: exists
bee: *looks over at their hawks pin/button*
bee: this username and this button are not unrelated...
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side note abt the photographing scene: theyre such exhibitionists lmaoo
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denki, shoto and fumikage: *finally get together*
toshi: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SO DAMN LONG
bee: payback is a bitch denki
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eri's speech: the worlds cutest speech ever
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huffi: for those of u on dc, who saw me being all sadge on sunday abt bee forgetting to do smt for this chapter
huffi: the thing was adding a desc for the cake
huffi: bcs originally, all it said was "Something something cake yes yes describes cake"
bee: cackles
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dying at absolutely no one except bkg being able to decipher denki's writing (well aizawa and yamada could but they r off the clock and ain't doing that shit)
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i can't believe it's all over... wait... did you guys hear that? i think- i think that was a little birdie chirping to let me know we have an offshoot already planned? ooooooooh, well u will have to keep an eye out for that!! -bee^^^make sure to subscribe to the series i just created or join our discord to stay updated <3 -huffi
yes this chapter is *extra* early, its 00:07 per vienna/paris/berlin/rome time rn. i had a crazy fucking day and also this is a special chapter so u get it now<3 -huffi

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