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Typically this wasn't really his thing. Well, far from it actually.
But, being a teenager and attempting to act normal, Tomura Shigaraki wanted to go to a college party.
He looked dumb but was trying is absolute best. He had stolen from makeup from Kurogiri's magician lover and tried his best to work his own magic. And he did...for the most part.
Aside from the bright red eyes, his face was unrecognizable, painted perfectly in slightly tan foundation and heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow.
His outfit was more on the slutty halloween costume side though. He wore a short black skirt that showed off his thick thighs and a corset with hot pink laces to push together what little boy-cleavage he possessed.
He saw online that the fem-boy look was popular now and honestly his best option with his girlish frame.
And thus, he snuck out his window and took a cab to the nearest college frat house.
Inside was a hot mess. Hundreds of college kids swarmed the small pool house, talking loudly over the shitty club music.
Tomura was very thankful for sneaking a couple of Kurogiri's Xanax and popping them on the car ride. He had a red solo cup in hand that tasted way to strong for a mixed drink but he couldn't complain about the free liquor from a party he invited himself to.
He knew of a infamous name that attended this college (he stalked the boy on the internet every night) and he was determined to meet him some how.
Natsuo Todoroki.
AKA the Ice King.
He was famous for playing college football and was studying in medicine. Smart, handsome, athletic. Everything the blue haired teenager could simp for.
A couple drinks in, Tomura sought it best to go outside so he wouldn't have a full on panic attack from being shoved into every five seconds.
Outside was a bit calmer.
Some jocks were playing beer pong at a little table, girls in bikinis make out with some guys in the hot tub.
The music was a bit quieter out here so Tomura decided this would be his temporary home.
He sat at the pool side, kicking his feet in the water as he played candy crush in his phone sadly. He had spend over an hour standing around and praying he would catch a glimpse of the Ice King just enough to satisfy his cravings. But he never saw him.
"Hey, faggot," the voice called as Tomura was kicked in the back hard enough to drop his phone in the water.
"Fuck," Tomura gasped, reaching down but his phone had already sunk to the bottom of the pool.
"Get out of here," the jock taunted. "Either drown yourself or leave!"
Tomura's eye twitched as he stood up shakily. Of course now the liquor decides to kick in.
"What's your fucking problem," Tomura growled. "I wasn't even bothering you!"
"Yeah, you were by existing," the jock snapped, a crowd forming around the pool from inside due to the noise. "You came here dressed like a little slut. Does the slut wanna go for a swim?"
Tomura clenched his fist, trying to inch himself away from the pool's deepend. "I-I'll leave! Just leave me alone."
"Fat chance, faggot," the jock smirked before grabbing the strings to Tomura's corset, kicking him in the stomach.
Tomura screamed as he fell into the pool, splashing around and choking on the chlorine filled water.
Laughter erupted from the crowd around him as he struggled to stay afloat, comments of his makeup washing off and how ugly he was drowning his ears.
He felt himself sinking as he breathed harder, gasping for air. "Can't! Swim!"
Tomura cried for help for the third time in his life, but was ignored once more. He just wanted to fit in. Be normal. Make friends. But no. No one could ever love him. No one could ever want him.
His vision went black.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Wake up?"
"Come on, man. Breathe!"
Tomura felt cold lips against his, forcing breath into him. He sat up immediately, throwing up whatever water and liquor he had in his system.
A large, strong hand rubbed his back slowly. "There ya go. Welcome back to Earth, little buddy."
Tomura wiped his mouth, eyes focusing and unfocusing on the white haired man before him.
"W-What happened?"
The man sucked his teeth, glancing up at a another man frozen beside the pool. "Just an asshole. He should thaw out in a few hours." He looked back down at Tomura with a soft smile. "Are you okay? I thought I lost you there for a minute "
Tomura forces a weak smile. "Uh, yeah. I'll be fine." He stood up shakily, being helped up by those same strong hands to steady him.
"Well, you're soaking wet. My dorm isn't far from here if you wanna borrow some clothes," the man offered kindly. "I'm Natsuo by the way."
Of course. Of course the son of a hero saved his life. He almost didn't recognize him.
"I-I'm Tomura," the boy gulped nervously, looking down at his feet. "Th-Thank you for saving me."
"You don't need to thank me," Natsuo chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Tomura's waist and lead him into the yard through a wooden gate.
"Tomura, huh? That's a beautiful name."
"You're the first to ever say that," Tomura mumbled as the two walked. He was tried his best to focus on moving one foot in front of the other and not on Natsuo fucking Todoroki's arm around his waist.
"It means 'to mourn', right? That's emo as fuck," Natsuo laughed weakly, pulling the boy to his side a little tighter. "It fits your aesthetic."
Tomura pressed his lips together tightly. "Not really. Gotta fake it 'til you make it, right? This...this isn't who I am at all."
Natsuo glanced down at the boy under his arm with a slight frown. "Oh, it's not?"
"Nah," Tomura forced out. "Just wanted to pretend. To be normal, I guess. Looked out great obviously," he mumbled sarcastically.
"Well, I'd say so," Natsuo said proudly. "If none of that would have happened, I couldn't have an excuse to be taking you home, now would I?"
Tomura quirked his brow at the taller man. "And you're proud of that? Look at me!"
Natsuo rolled his eyes, fishing his room key from his pocket. "Well, yeah. I am. Not everyday I get to bring a cute boy back with me."
Tomura felt his cheeks burn at that as he followed Natsuo into his room.
It was small but kinda spacious at the same time. He had an oakwood computer desk with books and papers scattered around, microwave with packs of ramen stacked on top, small flat screen TV seating on the dresser and door to what looks like to be a private bathroom.
"Here," Natsuo said in a soft voice. He handed him a baggy football Jersey hoodie from his closet with a smile. "You can change in the bathroom. It's probably long enough to cover about where your skirt ends."
Tomura glances down, looking at his thick, wet thighs he forgot were visible. "Th-Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Natsuo beamed. "I can put us a movie on while you change and I can make us some noodles. That way you'll be dry by the time you wanna leave."
"Right," Tomura nods. He hugged the hoodie tightly as he walked into the bathroom, closing the door most of the way but leaving it open just a crack.
He stared into the mirror for a moment, breaking down. He looked like a raccoon due to the eyeliner and makeup running down his face messily. Luckily, the soft toilet paper and his tears made it easier to wipe the remainder off.
With shaky hands, he undid the corset and slipped out of his skirt and underwear. He felt so broken, just standing there naked for a minute.
A knock came against the door suddenly before it creaked open. "Do you like noodles cold or...h-hot-"
Tomura squealed, trying to cover himself with the hoodie quickly as he turned around facing Natsuo.
The man's face was dark red, mouth agape. "I-Sorry! I didn't know...the door," Natsuo stuttered. "You...uh...got a cute ass."
Tomura blinked at him before throwing a roll of toilet paper at his head. "Out!"
"Sorry," Natsuo laughed as he bolted out of view.
Tomura's heart was pounding in his chest, cheeks burning with how hard he was blushing.
Curiously, he looked in the mirror, standing on his tippy toes to see his butt in the reflection.
"Huh. It is kinda cute," Tomura mumbled to himself proudly as he wiggled his plump ass. He slipped on the hoodie that reached past his knees, way more than his skirt had. He didn't leave the bathroom before looking around in the shower curiously.
3 in 1 soap and a single wash cloth.
"College boy," Tomura mumbled under his breath as he made his way. He pulled his short blue hair out from under his hoodie, tying it into a loose bun with the longer strands.
Natsuo patted the seat on the bed next to himself where two bowls of ramen sat. Tomura crawled in and plopped next to him, leaning into the elder a bit more than he should have but either seemed to mind.
They ate in silence, slurping the noodles as they watched some kind of American 90s sitcom.
Natsuo sat his bowl down on the bedside table once he was done, glancing at Tomura nervously.
"I'm sorry I walked in on you earlier."
Tomura chuckled weakly, nearly choking on his last noodle as he slurped it off his chop stick. "It's fine. I should have locked the door. Guess I was asking for trouble."
And maybe he was. He couldn't explain why he didn't lock it. Did he feel safe around the man that saved his life?
"Hey, you got uh," Natsuo started. He laughed weakly, leaning a bit closer to Tomura.
Tomura eyes widened, lips parted slightly, feeling frozen as the man's thumb grazed his bottom lip gently.
Natsuo pulled his hand back, flicking his tongue against his thumb to lap up the bit of ramen juice that was left on Tomura's face. "Hmm, delicious."
Tomura gulped, still staring at the man in awe.
Natsuo quirked an eyebrow at him. "What? You think I was gonna kiss you?"
Tomura heart sank as mouth closed shut. He shook his head, looking down.
He watched as Natsuo hand raised and rested against his thigh, giving a light squeeze to the plump flesh under the hoodie.
"I mean, I can, if you wanna," Natsuo finished. "I know tonight's been rough for you, Tomura. I wanna try to make that better."
Tomura looked into those calm grey eyes, getting lost in them as they got closer. He moaned softly, feeling those cold lips that brought him to life making him feel alive. He returned the kiss eagerly, fisting Natsuo's short hair.
A stray hand took the empty bowl, sitting it on top of the other as he climbed on top of the boy slowly.
Everything felt slow.
How Natsuo's hand ran up his hoodie to touch Tomura's chest.
Grinding against each other, begging for friction.
When Natsuo finally sat up, unbuckling his belt.
But it was perfect that way.
Tomura couldn't be happier.
When Tomura woke up the next morning in the bed naked, he was alone. The sunshine broke through the thin curtains dimly, being his alarm clock.
He rolled over to see a note on the nightstand.
~Sorry I had to leave early, I have a class at 7. Please keep my hoodie, it looks so good on you. Here's a new phone too, courtesy of my Dad's debit card I have access to. I hope you like the lockscreen. I added my number too. I'd like to spend more time with you and that cute ass ;]
Love,
Nat~
Tomura smiled as he picked up the brand new phone, opening up the homescreen.
It was picture of Natsuo from that morning apparently, shooting a peace sign with his tongue out with sleeping Tomura on his chest.