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“I’m, like, so glad that you, like, see things the same way!” Camie exclaims the moment that Bakugou walks into the hidden room that was serving as their meeting place. Fumikage was here as part of his guard detail, hand-picked by the Boss’s second, Izuku, known as Deku to those outside of their family. Each mafia head had only been allowed to choose two guards for this meeting, and Bakugou had left the choices up to Izuku. Fumikage was honored to have been chosen for such an important job. He had never really had many interactions with the ‘father’ of the Katsu Family, but he had tried to prove himself reliable, and it seems that has worked in his favor.
He scans the room carefully because he really couldn’t be too sure when this alliance was so new, and with the threat the Monoma Family posed, well, he really couldn’t be too careful. He scopes out the Utsushimi guards. He scrutinizes each thoroughly, trying to determine if either of them is a spy. They both have purple hair with their traditional Utsushimi masks obscuring the upper half their face. The head, Camie, had introduced them as Shishikura Seiji and Shinsou Hitoshi. Shishikura seemed wound up, a little too tense and upright, but the Shinsou character looked bored. Which was a bad sign. A really bad sign. If he looked bored, that meant he expected to be able to take everyone in the room, that he had enough expertise to consider none of them a threat. Either that, or he was really good at acting. And neither bodes well for Fumikage’s chances at subduing him in a potential betrayal scenario. And there’s just one more thing… he’s hot.
Like really hot. From what Fumikage can see of him with his tall, lanky build and the touch of a smirk that just adds to the air of cocky confidence that he’s built around himself. Fumikage feels magnetically drawn to this dangerous, beautiful stranger, and he’s wholly unprepared for the unusual conflict he feels when he goes through contingency plans in his mind.
Somewhere between discussing the new combined family name – Fumikage thinks they finally settled on Katsumi – and trying to figure out a new organizational structure to the family is when the trouble starts. A brown-haired plain man bursts through the door, guns blazing, shouting “Boss Neito gives his greetings to this pitiful little merger!”
He’s spraying bullets, and everyone is only thinking of themselves, trying to take cover. However, Fumikage feels like he registers the positioning of the grunt’s body language in slow motion, only understanding that he’s aiming at Deku when his finger has already pulled the trigger. With a bang and a spray of blood, Fumikage resigns himself to years of a bloody two-front war. However, everyone hears a second gun go off and the grunt’s crazed laughter chokes off as he’s taken out. Fumikage looks up from his position to the collapsed Deku’s right to see himself face to face with a very familiar Utsushimi mask, one that is quickly being stained even darker with blood. The owner of the mask smirks coughs out some blood and announces hoarsely, “Well, this is a hell of a way to introduce myself. Nice to meet you, I’m one of Camie’s back-up personal guards for when her deputies are otherwise tied up, Shinsou Hitoshi.” He lifts his hand weakly. “You must be Raven no Tokoyami, Usagi no Deku’s second” (and is that really how he is viewed? As a second to Katsuki’s second?) “I’ve always wanted to meet you.” And with that, Shinsou passes out, and the entire conference is thrown into pandemonium.
Hitoshi wakes up to a plain, unfamiliar room; a sore chest; and the creeping dread of regret. What in the world had possessed him to flirt with the admittedly dashing bodyguard on what Hitoshi had thought was his deathbed? It was too much and Hitoshi wanted to scream into a pillow. That or fling himself off a roof. Yaorashi is never going to let him live it down. Hitoshi tries to slam his face into the palms of his hands but feels a sharp, throbbing pain in his chest when he bends over. He quickly lies back down with a grown. Yeah, nope. Definitely injured.
“You probably shouldn’t sit up so quickly without assistance, or at all really,” Hitoshi hears a voice intone. He shifts his eyes quickly towards the presence he had been unaware of to see the exact object of his mortification.
“Oh?” he asks with a smirk, masking the anxiety already bubbling up within him with false bravado, “You gon’ help me up then, sugar?”
“I- uh, that is, if you want,” Tokoyami responds with obvious fluster, even if Hitoshi couldn’t see his face from behind the bird mask. The other man walks over in measured steps towards the bed Hitoshi is currently occupying. Can a walking gait be sexy? Fuck, Hitoshi finds his style of walking sexy. What the fuck?
The reserved man helps Hitoshi sit up slowly, gathering pillows around him for support.
“So…” Hitoshi drawls slowly, pitching his voice lower in what he knows is a raspier tone than normal, “What happened after I passed out in your loving arms?”
He hears Tokoyami make a choked up, unintelligible noise before the bird-like man takes a deep breath, and in a smoother voice than Hitoshi even expected, the raven-haired man fills him in.
“Well, after you passed out, I gave you some emergency treatment while Deku called in our Kouda–he’s our squad’s medic–to take you to a safe room. We took care of the corpse–nice aim, by the way–and Bakugou-dono and Camie-dono finished up their discussions. They’ll be forming a council between the two of them and their seconds–that’s Deku on our side and Yaorashi-san on your side–to make decisions for the new Katsumi family. Once that decision was made, they began discussing how to integrate our teams. Since you’ve been assigned to Deku’s team, we’ll be working with each other after you heal up. I look forward to it,” Tokoyami explains as he goes about gently changing the bandages on Hitoshi’s chest.
“And?” Hitoshi asks, unable to keep his mouth shut, “what’s Deku’s rules on intra-team romances?”
Tokoyami practically squawks. “Uh, well, seeing as he’s dating the other deputy of the team–Iida-san–I’d say he’s okay with it?”
“Good, because I’m going to romance the heck out of you,” Hitoshi grins lopsidedly, “Just as soon I’m no longer confined to this bed… or maybe even before if you’d be amendable.”
“I’d be most… amendable, Shinsou, most definitely amendable,” Tokoyami stutters from his position in the chair positioned beside Hitoshi’s bed.
Hitoshi bumps shoulders with his future boyfriend. “Call me Hitoshi.”