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Natsuo hummed to himself happily, fingering the shampoo into Shigaraki's scalp. The boy had his back turned to the man but trusted him completely in his naked form. Not just in the shower, but being completely himself.
Shigaraki wasn't putting on a show anymore. He was relaxed and genuinely feeling okay with being alive at this moment. Natsuo's hands on his body and just his mere presence made that possible.
"You're so beautiful," Natsuo whispered faintly. He watched in awe as the bubbles from the long white strands flowed down his back, the curve of his spine and between his plump cheeks. He saw the boy as perfection in those subtle curves, feminine features, gorgeous ruby eyes and the Shimura beauty mark.
Shigaraki chuckled weakly. "You keep saying that. I think you're blind."
"Love does have that affect sometimes," Natsuo responded. He closed the gap behind Shigaraki, pressing his chest to the boy's back as his arms wrapped around his waist. "But I'm actually pretty smart, I have you know. And I know I'm right about this. You are beautiful, Tenko."
Shigaraki frowned but melted into the cool skin against his with a sigh. "I don't understand you, Todoroki."
Natsuo smiled against the crook of his neck before peppering the area with kisses. "I don't expect you to yet. Let's get you cleaned up and get you some more pain meds." His smile faded slightly. "I can feel how tense you are. I should have waited-"
"If getting dicked up is such a crime then fucking sue me," Shigaraki snapped. He turned around, facing the naked man. "I wanted you. And for some unknown reason, you wanted me too. I don't care about anything else right now."
Due to being in water, Shigaraki knew he couldn't use his quirk so he took Natsuo's hands fearlessly.
"You make me so confused and make my stomach hurt-"
"That might be from my cum-"
"Shut up," Shigaraki smirked. "I've never felt this way. And I'll be dammed if I ever regret doing anything with you. I don't really know what any that means but...yeah."
Natsuo smiled, leaning his forehead down to Shigaraki's. "I think that means your in love with me, Tenko."
"Well," Shigaraki sighed. "So be it." He stood up on his tiptoes, kissing Natsuo deeply with a soft moan.
The kiss was returned, along with those large hands that felt so perfect on the boy's wide hips.
"Too much," Natsuo asked with a smirk as he prepared a needle full of morphine.
Shigaraki was lying in bed, body still trembling from the powerful aftershocks of yet another orgasm.
"Fuck no," he hissed. "I'd take that horse for a ride all night long, Daddy."
Natsuo rolled his eyes with a weak laugh. "I think you've had enough for one night, Tenko. You need to rest now."
He came towards with bed, needle in hand as he watched the Demon Lord coil in fear.
"Don't tell me your scared of needles," Natsuo said, brow quirked.
Shigaraki gulped, sitting up in bed and curling his knees to his chest. "I-I think I'll be fine without it. I have a high pain tolerance."
"Oh, so you can fall apart on dick for an hour but you can't take a little pinch from needle," Natsuo smirked.
"That's different," Shigaraki pouted, eyes narrowed. "Get that thing away from me!"
Natsuo sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You need it, Tenko," he said in a more serious tone. "I don't want you to feel that pain if I can help it. Let me help you. Please."
Shigaraki stared at the man, then at the needle then eventually back to him. "What do I get for it?"
"Whatever you want, baby boy."
Shigaraki bit his lip. He was in pain. His stomach was still hurting from the "activites" and from the operation. Every muscle in his body felt tense and on fire.
"My phone," he finally said in a soft voice. "I haven't been able to play my games since I went to the hospital."
Natsuo chuckled weakly. "I can get it for you. And you'll be a good boy and let me give you the meds?"
Shigaraki pouted, stretching his arm out as he looked away, squeezing his eyes shut. "Stick me, chuckles."
Natsuo quickly pressed the sharp point into the vein without warning, earning a pitiful whine from the boy. The injection was done and he pulled the needle out, placing a bandage on the tiny hole.
He reached out, pulling Shigaraki into his arms. He could feel the boy shaking as he cried silently. Natsuo rubbed his back slowly.
"You did so good for me, Tenko. You're a good boy," Natsuo praised. "You want a sucker? I have a few in my bag."
Shigaraki nods, sniffling against his chest.
Natsuo had retrieved Shigaraki's phone from the hospital, along with some meal supplement shakes and more pain meds.
When picking up his phone, he noticed it had several notifications from over the past 3 months. Most were games but Dabi's contact appeared, as well as an unknown number. Curiosity couldn't get the best of him due to the lockscreen pattern.
"As promised," Natsuo announced, presenting the phone. "Try to still pay some attention to me though."
"Like I couldn't," Shigaraki scoffed, biting his lip as he mumbled. "You're so fucking hot."
He opened up his phone as Natsuo sat in the bed beside him, turning on the TV.
He cleared out his game notifications but paused at the twenty-something missed calls from Dabi, along with text messages.
[Dabi: I miss you Mura.]
[Dabi: I'm sorry for hurting you.]
[Dabi: I messed up. I'm sorry.]
[Dabi: I want you back.]
[Dabi: *insert unsolicited dick pic*]
[Dabi: I want you Mura.]
[Dabi: I promise I'll be better.]
[Dabi: It won't ever happen again.]
[Dabi: Me and him are through. I need you back Mura.]
[Dabi: Please call me. I miss you. I want to know your okay.]
Shigaraki read every text, a single tear running down his cheek.
Natsuo noticed of course, moving in a bit closer to wipe his face. "You okay, baby boy?"
Shigaraki nods, showing him the texts. "He's so stupid. He said your when it was you're. Fucking idiot."
Natsuo knew the sad attempt of being funny was a coping mechanism. "Baby-"
"It's fine," Shigaraki interrupted him. "Fuck that guy. And his small cock."
Natsuo agrees with a smile. "Guess it didn't run in the family after all."
"Apparently," Shigaraki chuckled. "I think I got the better brother. Not a dick but you got a huge one."
Natsuo rolled his eyes, kissing Shigaraki's cheek. He noticed the boy's finger hovering over the unknown contact's missed call.
"Do you know what that number is," he asked shyly.
Natsuo shrugged, sitting up and grabbing his phone. "Let me google it. It looks like a government number."
He quickly typed in the number, perking up when he got the result.
"It's a voicemail. Call it."
[AN INMATE AT TARTUS IS TRYING TO CONTACT 'TENKO SHIMURA'. DUE TO COOPERATE POLICY, INMATES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE VOICEMAILS. PLEASE CALL BACK OR SCHEDULE A VISIT.]
Natsuo looked up at Shigaraki. He had his hand over his mouth, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
"It's not All for One, is it," Natsuo asked. "He got out of prison."
Shigaraki shook his head. "K-Kurogiri. It's Kurogiri."
"Are you sure I don't need a disguise," Shigaraki asked. "What if I get recognized?"
"You won't," Natsuo reassured him. "Your voice changed and your hair color. They still show pictures of you with the short blue on the news and your cute little prepubescent voice. I think you're fine, baby."
Shigaraki pouted but kept hold of Natsuo's large hand in his gloved one. "You better be right or you're getting locked up too for shacking up with me."
Natsuo shrugged. "Guess I'm a criminal then, huh?"
Shouta Aizawa stood inside the padded room they entered. He cocked an eyebrow at the two, recognizing the Todoroki.
"What are you doing here," Aizawa asked in a stern monotone.
"Visiting," Natsuo answered.
"We're here to see Kuro-"
"Oboro Shirakumo," Natsuo finished for Shigaraki.
Aizawa narrowed his gaze at the two, Shigaraki especially.
"No funny business," the black haired man explained. "He's been unstable since his reformation and will likely get upset to be visited by strangers."
"I'm not a stranger," Shigaraki growled under his breath. He gave Natsuo's hand a firm squeeze, trying to keep his cool.
"Very well," Aizawa dismissed. "You have ten minutes. Just know I'll be in the room with you the whole time. He's not allowed to take anything given to him. And no physical contact."
"Understood," Natsuo confirmed.
Aizawa opened the door to the hidden room inside the prison.
Inside, a tall dark blue haired man stood in a corner swaying in place.
Shigaraki's heart sunk. Who is this man? This isn't Kurogiri. This isn't-
"Oboro," Aizawa said in a softer tone. "You have a visitor, dear."
The tan man turned his head slightly, yellow eyes beaming.
Shigaraki dropped Natsuo's hand immediately, mouth agape.
Natsuo frowned.He didn't realize that Kurogiri had been reformed back to his original, non-Nomu looking state. He was only aware he went by his birth name again. "Tenko-"
The yellow eyes lit up more as he slowly approached Shigaraki emotionlessly.
Shigaraki was visibly shaking, hands clenched at his sides. "K-Kurogiri?"
A smile crept onto Orobo's face as he knelt down, opening his arms. "My son."
In an instant, Shigaraki bolt and threw himself at the man, nearly knocking them both to ground.
"You're okay," Shigaraki sobbed as he hugged the man tightly. "You're okay!"
"I am," Oboro smiled brightly, swaying the boy in his arms. "You've gotten so big since I last saw you. You're so beautiful, sweetheart."
The two laughed and sobbed, hugging each other tightly.
Natsuo looked up at Aizawa, who he caught wiping a tear. "Are you using your quirk?"
Aizawa's bottom lip trembled as he cleared his throat, coating the obvious lie. "Perhaps."
Shigaraki had curled himself into a ball in Orobo's lap as they talked in a whisper. Orobo was laughing and smiling, looking so alive it broke everyone's heart.
Shigaraki pointed to Natsuo before leaning into Orobo's ear, earning a coo from the man.
"You did very good with him," Oboro said in a normal volume. He stuck his hand out to Natsuo as made his way over to the two on the floor.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, dear," Oboro beamed as he shook his hand. "You're a very good man for caring for my boy in my absence."
Natsuo returned the kind smile. "From what I've heard, you're an even better father."
Shigaraki giggled, nuzzling against Orobo's chest like a happy child cuddling his mommy.
"I suppose I did alright on my own," Orobo smirked, kissing Shigaraki's head sweetly. "I can't wait to show you all the pictures of him as a child one day. He was absolutely precious. Perhaps at your wedding?"
Natsuo's eyes widened as his face turned bright red.
"Kuro," Shigaraki scoffed, punching his chest weakly.
"Kidding," Orobo laughed. "I'm only kidding." He paused for a moment, glancing at the two. "Though I think you'd have beautiful little babies."
"That's enough," Aizawa finally said from the corner. "Times up. Say your goodbyes."
Natsuo growled softly at the man but turned his attention back to his lover and future father-in-law.
Shigaraki and Oboro hugged tightly, whispering I love yous before still standing and parting ways.
Shigaraki waved back at him one last time before Aizawa practically forced them out of the room.
Natsuo took the boy's hand as Shigaraki began to sob loudly, holding his chest with his gloved fist as he fought for breath.
"I don't know what kind of prank you two are doing," Aizawa warned. "But I'm sure Endeavor and the commission would not be too pleased if they found out about this."
Natsuo rolled his eyes, bring the sobbing mess of a boy close to him to hide his ugly little crying face. "My father doesn't deserve to know a single thing. This has nothing to do with that. He just wanted to see Kurogiri. Can you really fucking blame him? Being away from his fucking caregiver for so long?"
Aizawa rubbed his temple with annoyance. "I am aware of that. Trust me. Shirakumo hasn't stopped asking about him since he got arrested. What I was trying to say is don't let anyone know you two were here. No photos, no evidence. Nothing. Especially if you ever want to visit again."
Shigaraki sniffled, wiping his eyes as he looked up at Aizawa. "Y-You'll let me see him again?"
Aizawa thought for a moment before looking away as he spoke. "If Tenko is visiting him, that's fine. But Shigaraki cannot." He stared down at the boy, trying to look stern but failed. "I do make myself clear, Tenko?"
"Yes, sir," Shigaraki nods. "I promise."
Natsuo smiled, actually kind of surprised there was no sarcasm in his tone.
"Good," Aizawa said simply. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."