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Caught at last! The infamous villain No Shirt For All had finally been taken down, captured by Ice Shot and Hawks, and sent to jail for causing major public disruptions of the peace and endangering citizens. Who would have thought that making the upper garments of famous heroes disappear would drive people on the streets wild with excitement? Crowds thronged the roadways causing major traffic jams, as devoted fans poured in to admire the perfectly sculptured bodies of their heroes. To stare at them a bit longer, and maybe to try to touch the gloriously bare torsos of two of Japan's hottest heroes. Reports of fainting victims overwhelmed the police and medical personnel called to the scene. It all began with a seemingly small incident during one of Hawks’ and Peregrine’s patrols - their fight with the notorious villain called Phaser in Shibuya district. Then No-Shirt appeared and the tops of said heroes vanished, causing a major uproar. Later on that day, the same fate met hero Ice Shot and his still unknown teammate, as they were stopping a fight in the Red District. Frenzied fans and complete chaos abounded again. Thus began the No-Shirt Villain's reign of turmoil and thirst.
When it went viral that said villain got arrested, some people started protesting. Despite being a villain, No Shirt For All, as the public dubbed him, was their hero! He was a faithful member of the hero fandom and thanks to his commitment to public shirtlessness the photo albums of many were much thicker, packed with juicy shots of their favorites heroes. Hawks fans set his accidental shirtless debut date as one of their anniversaries.
The one who fought the most against the unjust verdict was the No-Shirt villain’s twin, Kayuza. He possessed a similarly clothes-impacting quirk, the ability to produce and spread magic dust that makes pants and sometimes even undergarments disappear.
Kazuya hated being separated from his dear brother. It wasn’t Hayato’s fault that the heroes were so fucking gloriously hot, that the public couldn’t control themselves when confronted with such a magnificent display. His anger at the heroes – and the system that deemed clothes necessary in the first place – only grew and grew. Until it was too much for him to bear.
Kazuya spent his days and nights thinking and plotting his revenge. Quirks were gifts from unknown gods and they should be used. Their usage should be liberated and free! And no one should put to prison someone who did more good than evil. Kazuya’s and Hayato’s quirks were blessings for mankind, granting them the power to change society and social norms. It was the power to destroy once and for all the horrible rules about having to wear shirts, pants, lingerie, socks, and shoes! Bodies were MEANT to be appreciated in their basic form! Regulations to hide bodies were a clear sign that society was wrong and tried to limit citizens. Kazuya was revolutionary. He would change that reality! He would free everyone from their pants and combined with his brother’s power, they would free everyone from social shackles of fake modesty! People should be allowed to see gorgeous naked bodies – beautiful bare chests, magnificent backs, firm butts, and legs with thighs you want to be crushed between.
If this became a regular occurrence, then people wouldn’t be overwhelmed with lust when they got a rare eyeful of sexy boys and girls. It would take time, and multiple public exposures, but if he kept removing hot people’s pants in public eventually the overwhelming lust caused by the "forbidden" views would die down to become more sedate. Turn into a calm appreciation-from-a-distance. Pants-removal had to become common!
Kazuya would liberate the masses! His first victims (“liberators”, he corrected himself) would be humiliated by their pants-vanishing on the streets though. Their privates made public in a world that deemed lack of pants deviant. They would be called names, reduced to objects, hounded and lusted after uncontrollably. They may even be hurt by people who couldn’t control themselves when confronted with such hot forbidden fruit.
Then it struck him.
This was a perfect punishment for those awful heroes that put into prison his dear brother, the other half of his soul. Heroes committed that unforgivable crime, and now it’s time for payback. Is there anyone who deserves to bear this pain, to carry the damage of being the first to be publicly pants-stripped, better than Hawks and Ice Shot? NO! If they had been ugly none of this would have happened at all. Kazuya vowed to find them, stalk them, and shadow them mercilessly until he knew their routines and when they’d be visible in the streets like the back of his hand. He’d wait for a big crowd – maybe during rush hour or right after a big public villain take-down - then strike with his quirk. Over and over again. As many times as necessary to achieve his goals of exacting revenge and changing society.
The stalking part was easy. Kazuya’s appearance wasn’t flashy. He effortlessly blended into the crowd, making following the heroes simple. Hawks was his first target. That hot pigeon was the most at fault. It’s thanks to him and that stupid fight with Phaser that his brother got imprisoned. Kazuya would never forgive him. He would make his life a living hell.
It took Kazuya two weeks to get familiar enough with the hero’s routine to put his plan into action. One day he “accidentally” crashed into said hero, showering his wings with no-pants-dust. It was perfect because with every wing flap the dust will spread and Hawks’ pants will quickly dissolve into nothingness. Maybe even some civilians would become his victims, either losing their pants from his unknowingly sprinkling them with second-hand dust or falling prey to their overwhelming lust upon seeing the pantless hero. It was a small step for Kazuya but a big one for the liberation effort.
Instead of sitting around, lurking on the internet for news or hashtags on Hawks, Kazuya moved to the second part of his plan. The gorgeously indifferent Ice Hero also needed to pay. The weeks spent stalking Hawks had reaped a fair amount of information on the younger hero as well - the two worked together quite a bit after all. Kazuya knew a bit of his routine and especially, he had memorized how Ice Shot’s favorite bag looked.
The Lady Fate was on Kazuya’s side. While he was going home after the encounter with Hawks, he spotted Ice Shot convincing a villain with an iceberg that it was a bad idea to level nearby shops. The hero was in his civilian clothes and his bag laid unattended, tossed to the side and temporarily forgotten. It was perfect. The villain circled quietly around the gathered crowd cackling madly to himself. All it took was this one opportunity to douse that bag with enough dust to erase all the pants in the youngest Todoroki’s wardrobe.
And now Kazuya just needed to wait.
It was a shame that hero Hawks was wearing a bodysuit underneath his pants and coat. The bodysuit wasn’t vulnerable to Kazuya’s quirk, so only the outer layer was removed as the hero was flying home. His wings’ movement did spread some of the dust around but, unfortunately, didn’t create any additional victims as instead of falling to coat pedestrians the powder was dispersed away with the wind.
And the said hero was too tired from his job to notice that his pants went missing. Too many reports, too many interventions, a shortage of nuggets in his part of the city was only the beginning of the problems Hawks faced that day. All he dreamed of was a warm bath and to become a blanket burrito. Maybe his favorite sassy Patchwork Man will be around to warm him up? Who knows?
Using doors was lame. Hawks restricted himself to that only as a last resort. He preferred to enter by windows. That was classy. And it reduced the time he had to spend with any people lurking around the entrance of his apartment building. Win-win situation, especially when he was so people-tired.
He wasted no time getting undressed once inside his apartment. His tired mind didn’t notice the lack of pants. Feathers were sent flying around the apartment, ordered to grab the things Hawks needed and, at the same time, inconspicuously spreading the dust all over his apartment.
Poor Dabi, deeply asleep on Hawks’ couch became a victim. As he was sleeping, and his boyfriend was taking a bath, Dabi’s pants disappeared. Leaving him in only the lace lingerie he had dressed in to surprise and reward his boyfriend with some naughty fun. Hawks loved to tear stockings off of him and destroy delicate lace, and who was Dabi to take this pleasure away from his Bird. He may be a villain but he wasn’t a cruel man.
The bath was long enough to help Hawks’ muscles relax. Warm water could do miracles. Still dripping wet, he exited the bathroom and ordered his feathers to deliver him some pants. To his utmost frustration, they couldn’t find any. That was impossible! Hawks had a wardrobe full of fashionable pants and comfy sweats (the last being the item his stupid boyfriend was stealing the most often.).
Where the hell had all his pants gone?
Groaning in annoyance, Hawks decided to go nude. It was his place. He did what he wanted. Maybe it would charm Dabi and they would have some fun? Who knows? But first, Hawks needed to wake up his useless boyfriend. The villain had looked far too comfortable on the couch when Hawks saw him as he entered the flat.
“Gosh, darn it! Where did my pants go?” The high pitched dramatic tone Hawks used was enough to pull Dabi out of Morpheus’ embrace. “Can you help me look for them?” he added, bending enticingly over the desk as if they might be found on the other side.
Dabi blinked slowly and stretched like the lazy cat he was. As the blanket he was hugging fell to the floor an unexpected chill tingled across inexplicably exposed skin.
After glancing down at himself he licked his lips and extended a hand for his boyfriend to take. “I don’t think there is a need to look for them,” he purred languidly.
Hawks’ eyes hungrily roved over his body, taking in all the lovely lace ripe for the ripping. “Sometimes you speak the language I love.”
“Less speaking, more touching. And tearing. With teeth.”
In the other part of the city, Shouto had subdued the villain and handed him off to the police. Pulling on his discarded trench coat he glanced around to find his bag and slipped it over his shoulder.
Feeling a tap on his back he turned to see a flustered-looking young man holding a box out to him. Shouto quirked a brow, “Can I help you?”
“Um…I…uh…Th-Thank you! For-for saving my bakery! Please take these sweets. You’re amazing!” the man stuttered and awkwardly thrust the box forward into Shouto’s chest. Blushing furiously he blurted “and super-hot without a shirt!” then spun and ran away.
A bit stunned, Shouto slowly tucked the box into his bag.
Shouto managed to get home safely, completely unaware that his bag was doused with magic dust inside and out. And that his new coat kept the powder from landing directly on his pants and him safe from hordes of fans wanting to touch and admire his pantless beauty.
Shouto reached the apartment on autopilot, thankful that no more after-hours-interventions were needed from him. He was a hero, yes, but it was nice to actually have a break and be able to spend some quality time with his boyfriend. Izuku wasn’t home, his trademark red sneakers were missing, so Shouto got some time to be lazy before his boyfriend would be back. Shouto slouched on the couch to rest a bit, tossing his coat over a sofa arm. It was a tiring day.
His curiosity getting the better of him, he put his bag on his knees and pulled out the box. Untying the long pretty ribbons, he peeked inside. Cupcakes! A favorite treat for him and Izuku. Hopefully his man would be home soon because these frosted goodies looked so tempting.
Suddenly noticing something wrong snapped Shouto’s mind back to attention. His legs felt cold, and it had nothing to do with his quirk. It was weird. He was wearing his pants, so why were his legs so chilly? Looking himself over it turned out that that piece of his clothing had mysteriously disappeared. What the …? With a curse and resigned sigh, Shouto put the box down. Stupid quirk shenanigans wouldn’t destroy his mood. He went through worse stuff in high school.
He went to the bedroom and threw his bag on the bed, unaware of the fact that no-pants dust started to spread everywhere.
Shouto slipped on another pair of pants, only to have them disappear the moment they touched his butt. After the same happened to another two pairs Shouto stopped trying. He liked the pants he had and was not going to lose any more to this super-inconvenient curse.
Shouto went back to the couch and forgotten box of cupcakes only in his briefs. It felt weird but he was sure that Izuku wouldn’t mind. They saw each other in less clothing than that. There was no need for the fake modesty.
Sprawled on the couch, Shouto fondled the soft ribbons while looking longingly at the cupcakes. He didn’t know when Izuku would be back but we wanted to be ready to greet his boyfriend in an alluring manner. Maybe the curse that had fallen upon his pants was a message from the gods to spend some quality time with his boyfriend and that their activities would be messy, that’s why - no pants.
Huffing with impatience, he slipped a frosting-laden finger into his mouth. OMG...Heaven. So sweet… so creamy…. Delectably naughty thoughts about how he could turn his pantless state into an extra special tasty surprise for his man hazed his mind.
The apartment building’s security buzzer announced Izuku’s imminent return. Shouto leaped up, grabbed the cupcakes, and started hurrying to the bedroom. With a mischievous grin, he paused and snaked his arm out to snatch the ribbons.
Izuku opened the apartment door with a warm “Sho, baby, I’m home!”
Shouto quickly slid off his briefs, threw his bag off the bed, and took its place. He tied the ribbons around his waist, leaned back on the pillows, and – the final touch – nestled a cupcake between his thighs.
The sound of his boyfriend thumping down on the sofa was followed shortly by a sneeze. “Ugh, where’d all this dust come from?” Then a gasp. And a “What the fuck!?” And a grumbled “Shouto, your coat is cursed! It made my pants disappear!”
“I think my bag and clothes were hit with a dust quirk. It’s not a big deal, we can wash things later,” Shouto called from the bedroom. “Come in here sweetie, I’ve got a surprise for you that will make your pantless self feel better.”
“Well, that sounds interesting, wha…ah... Woah,” Izuku’s voice fluttered to a halt. His eyes zeroed in on Shouto’s waist, tracing the ribbons, then their long tails down, down…following a very happy trail to a scrumptious frosted treat. His pupils dilated till the green could barely be seen.
Shouto drank in the sight of his pantless boyfriend leaning on the door frame. The tattoos hugging his body, highlighting his curves. That gloriously round yet firm butt. Those muscled thighs. Those adorable freckles peppering the bits of visible skin and his…. He sent a silent thank you to the anonymous owner of the pants-stealing quirk.
“Would you like to eat your treat?” Shouto crooned.
Smirking, Izuku sauntered toward his boyfriend, bent down and slowly slid his tongue over the cupcake. Licking some of the frosting from his lips he leaned forward to whisper “let’s get creamy, baby.”
Needless to say, Kazuya’s plan backfired. It brought more joy to the heroes than he initially planned.