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“Pop Sensation Y/n L/n confirms their new song Unholy is about a Pro Hero who acted as a Sugar Daddy for them, but won’t say who. Could it be one of their classmates from UA? We’ll talk about our predictions after this commercial break,” the tabloid anchor spilled before jumping to a commercial for toothpaste.
They laughed, popping a grape into their mouth. Y/n’s phone was blowing up with their friends’ names as well as the man in question's. The ‘news’ plastered on every tabloid in Japan was the same story and Y/n could almost cackle at how easy it was to rile the feathers of so many people so easily. As if on queue, a red feather whipped around their shared kitchen, tickling Y/n’s nose before finding hawks’ wing again.
“If I knew being your roommate meant being bombarded by paparazzi asking who you’re fucking, I wouldn’t have signed that lease,” Keigo complained, taking a grape from the bag in front of Y/n and leaning with his back to the counter. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to have the interesting sex life.”
“Maybe if…” Y/n started, leaning forward and blocking their bag of grapes from him, “if you left the apartment for something other than hero work, you would.”
Y/n’s phone lit up and started to buzz on the marble countertop. Keigo looks at it and smirks.
“So, when are you going to tell him?” Keigo chuckles, seeing Shoto Todoroki’s contact photo on Y/n’s phone.
“Tell him what?” Y/n asks, silencing the phone and sliding it into their pocket.
“You’re joking, right? That you’re fucking his dad.” Keigo’s voice became more serious the more he spoke, “kid’s like your best friend. I know I’d be pissed if my crush from high school was fucking my dad.”
“Aww, you’d have a crush on me if we went to school together? That’s so sweet. But I thought you were gay?” Y/n chuckles, picking up their bowl of grapes and walking towards the couch.
“Oh, don’t give me that. I’m a bi icon and you know it,” Keigo follows close behind.
“I’m not going to tell him, just like I’m not going to tell the tabloids! I’ll do what I always planned; send a group text to my friends that I made it up for publicity!” Y/n shrugged, sitting down and turning up the tv.
“Why do you even watch these shows? They’re all lies,” Keigo rolls his eyes as he tries to reach around Y/n to steal the remote.
Y/n snatches the remote and sends him a fake glare, “this is how I keep up with my friends from school. I use it as an opener when texting them. ‘Hey, Izuku! Is it true Ochaco is pregnant?’ It works every time.”
“Why can’t you just text ‘hey’?” Keigo questions.
Y/n gives him a look of disgust before speaking, “you want me to start a conversation with just hey? Like some kind of functioning human being?”
Y/n’s phone had fallen between the cushions and started to buzz again. Keigo grumbles, digging into the couch and pulling out the phone. He answers it without looking at the screen and before Y/n can snatch it.
“Y/n can’t come to the phone right now, Todoroki. Can I take a message?” Keigo asked irritated.
Keigo’s feathers puff out and his eyes go wide at the deep voice that responds, “please give the phone to Mx. Y/l/n. I have something I must discuss with them.”
Keigo quickly recovers with a smirk, looking Y/n in the eyes as he spoke, “not the Todoroki I thought was calling. What can I do for you on this fine day, Endeavor?”
Y/n began to panic, not knowing how to avoid Enji now. Keigo leaned back on the couch, listening intently to the man on the phone, and getting comfortable. An occasional yeah or mmhm would come from him, but that was all he was telegraphing.
“Yeah, I hear you, Man. Volume isn’t the issue here. The problem is that they aren’t here to even take a phone call. They left their phone in the apartment by accident in their rush out the door. You know how Y/n can be. Always the forgetful one,” Keigo smoothly says, saving Y/n's proverbial ass from having to talk to him before changing the topic. “I noticed you called them a few times. Is there a reason you’re calling one of your son's best friends?”
Y/n’s hand found their mouth as a fearful squeak comes from them. Keigo knew exactly what he was doing. Keigo laughs as he pulls the phone away from his ear and holds the phone out to Y/n. The phone still said call ended for a split second before going black.
“He hung up on me, the dick. He totally knows I know now,” Keigo still chuckled as he turned back towards the tv.
Y/n hit Keigo in the back of the head with their phone.
“What the fuck was that? Don’t pick up my phone if you’re not even going to look at the caller id!” Y/n scolded.
Keigo swore he could see steam shoot from Y/n’s ears. He held out his hand. Y/n slapped the remote into his hand, glaring as she readjusted and faced the tv again.
“Hey, some guy named Enji Todoroki called you. Said something about it being urgent?” Keigo said casually, flipping through channels.
Y/n slapped his arm causing him to laugh and push their shoulder.
“No, but seriously…” Keigo starts. “Does he always do that old person thing where he’s always slightly yelling into the phone? Because he does that to me too, and I gotta know.”
Y/n rolls her eyes, pouting as Keigo starts a movie.
“So, Y/n, your secret is safe with me,” the talk show hoost starts, “Who’s the song about?”
Y/n chuckles lightly and she spoke casually, “my secret is safe on live television? You think me a fool.”
“D’awe. You can’t blame a host for trying!” He speaks directly to the camera.
The crowd laughs.
“After this, we bring Pro Hero Hawks out to the couch!” The host says to the camera and applause from the audience.
With applause, the show returns from commercial, and Keigo is bounding from backstage to center, waving at the audience and sending a few tactical winks at a few women. He finally finds his seat next to Y/n after shaking the host’s hand.
“Pro Hero Hawks! How have you been since last we saw you?” The host starts, tapping his notecards on his knee.
“I’ve been good but busy! Climbing the hero charts was easy, staying up there is difficult with all the new hero blood out there,” Keigo laughs, sipping the whiskey from the glass that had been placed for him during the commercial.
“You’re right! Last year's newest heroes from UA High came to the scene with numbers under their belts already! You and Y/n share an apartment, correct? Any of their old UA friends loiter in your apartment?” The host prys.
Keigo and Y/n both know what the host is trying to infer.
Keigo laughs again, “I wish Y/n would bring friends over. I’m beginning to think they don’t actually have any friends. If you’re trying to get me to spill on their secrets, I can give you this: it never happened in the apartment…”
Murmurs wash over the crowd.
Keigo continues with a smirk, “And I do know who it is.”
Y/n is quick to respond with a smile, “I swear, you can’t tell a Pro Hero anything. They can’t keep a secret to save their lives. I told Deku who my first kiss was and he immediately told Uravity who told Pinky who told the rest of our grade by lunch!”
“Oooh, who was this first kiss of yours with?” The host leans forward in curiosity.
“Oh, he’s going to kill me for saying this,” Y/n exhaled before taking a long sip from their glass. Y/n smiled proudly and spoke with confidence, “Pro Hero DynaMight.”
The crowd whoops and hollers at Y/n’s loud whisper. The host is fanning himself with his note cards.
“Now, that’s some juicy gossip! Where you his first kiss too?” The host questions.
“If 17-year-old Katsuki Bakugo is to be believed, then yes,” Y/n chuckles.
“Okay, even I didn’t know this!” Keigo feigns hurt.
“I don’t care what kind of relationship you have with her, Endeavor,” Keigo drawls, flying next to Endeavor above the city. “What I care about is how that little fireball weaseled its way into your wallet. I’m trying to learn how they do it so I can scam some old guy too.”
Enji groaned, “don’t you have somewhere better to be, Hawks?”
“Nope! The commission wants to see us interacting friendly with each other out in public. So here I am!” Keigo smirked.
“I would hardly call this friendly,” Enji responds, landing on a nearby rooftop.
Keigo followed suit and continued, “oh, come on. I’m just playing. Stop stressing over it or you’ll do something stupid like tell the press yourself! No one suspects you. The main prediction right now is actually your youngest. So, how much did you give her in that NDA?”
Enji ignored him, taking off back into the sky.
“6.7 million??” Keigo gawked at his roommate through the mirror in the bathroom they were sharing.
Y/n looked up from their sink station, “yeah, he also made it clear he wasn’t cutting off our ‘normal meetings.’ The man really talks like an old-timey Sheriff.”
“So,” Keigo starts, taking a flat iron to his hair, styling it just so, “where are you taking me to keep me quiet?”
“Without an apartment, if you tell anyone. Remember, you’re living here for free,” Y/n reminds him, adjusting their own hair for their night out.
“I am unloved,” Keigo sighs loudly, the back of his free hand finding his forehead.
“Don’t be a drama queen. I’ll take you out for dinner next week,” Y/n suggests.
“Careful, they’ll think I’m the one you’re sleeping with,” Keigo counters, laughing while pulling on his jacket and heading toward the front door.
Y/n pretends to throw up at the thought of his comment. They grabbed their own jacket, putting what they’d need into their jean pockets. Y/n’s phone buzzes on the coffee table as the two left the bathroom. The two look at each other before both lunging for the phone. Keigo grabs it and flies off the ground in the high vaulted apartment and out of Y/n’s reach. He unlocks Y/n’s phone and looks at the text.
Keigo laughs while reading it out loud, “‘Are you awake?’ Is this guy for real? Man is married with children and still texting like this? Real catch, this one.”
A phone call from the flame hero came in. Keigo tosses Y/n’s phone down to them. Y/n narrowly catches it and answer’s the call.
“Hello, Mr. Todoroki. How are you doing?” Y/n starts into the phone.
“Oh. Is there someone there? I can call back when they leave. When is that?” Enji’s voice is as stiff as ever as he questions Y/n.
“I’ll actually be busy all night so I can’t talk business. You’re welcome to send an email to my agent. I’m sure she’ll respond at her soonest convenience,” Y/n shifted into a sickenly sweet young professional voice.
Keigo watched as Y/n tried to blow off whatever plans Endeavor was trying to set up. Enji paused for a long time, causing Y/n to believe they lost signal. Keigo laughs, shaking his head and grabbing his keys as he lands.
“Hello? Mr. Todoro-” Y/n was cut off by the man on the phone.
“Who are you with?” Enji interrupts, slight irritation in his voice.
Y/n’s disposition falters and Keigo looks at them confused as to what’s wrong.
“Um, I don’t see how who I am with is of concern to you, Mr. Todoroki.” Y/n speaks carefully, sliding on their shoes by the door.
“Are you going out with my son tonight?” Enji attempts to ask casually.
“Yes, I’m going out with him and a bunch of our friends for my birthday. Did you forget that was today?” Y/n quizzed, raising an eyebrow at Keigo.
The duo leaves the apartment. Keigo struggled to contain his laughter as he locked the apartment door behind them.
“Are any of them with you know? Do they know who you’re speaking to?” He continues to grill.
“No, just Hawks. Why? Do you want to take to him,” Y/n looks over and makes eye contact with Keigo who shakes his head furiously from side to side.
“No, that won’t be necessary. Call me when you are home.” Enji demands.
“I probably won’t be home until the early hours of the nigh-” Y/n was cut off again.
“You heard me,” Enji hung up the phone before they could respond.
Y/n scoffed, shoving their phone in their pocket. Keigo laughed at his close friend.
“He’s down bad. It’s kind of gross,” Keigo quips.
The two arrived at the nightclub together. Keigo threw his keys toward the valet boy who caught them easily. They enter the loud club, making their way to the back VIP tables. Paparazzi had been clipping photos since they stepped out of Keigo’s sports car. News of the Y/n’s birthday party spread like wildfire and the club was soon twice as packed with fans hoping to brush shoulders with any of the start-studded guests.
“So!” Miruko yelled over the crowd, gaining the attention of Mina, Y/n, and Denki, “who are you sleeping with?”
“I already told you! I lied about that!” Y/n yelled back.
“Well, we don’t believe you!” Denki laughs, handing each of them another shot.
Y/n laughs, before downing the shot with their friends. A commotion could be heard across the club and the whole VIP section looks over to see an especially irritated looking Enveavor being swarmed by fans.
“Hey, Shoto! Why’s your dad here? You out past curfew?” Katsuki yells over to Shoto.
“No idea,” Shoto responds at a normal volume, eyebrows stitched together.
Y/n looks from Shoto to his father to find the latter already looking at them. Y/n quickly looks away and pretends like they hadn’t seen him and takes another round of shots with Denki and Hawks. Denki was standing behind Y/n as the three talked around one of the standing tables, his chin resting on their left shoulder, and his hand resting on their right hip.
Endeavor watched Y/n stand and leave to another table and how one of his son's school friends was practically hanging off them. He started to make his way across the club, wading through the thick crowd of people before being stopped in the center of the dance floor by his son.
“Why are you here, Endeavor?” Shoto asks calmly.
Endeavor froze. He hadn’t thought that far. He suddenly found himself lost in a crowd of people thinking about why exactly he was there. He surely couldn’t say he was here for Y/n. Or that them being surrounded by tons of strangers who could potentially whisk them away scared him. And least of all say any of that to his son.
“There is a mission we have to attend to immediately and you weren’t answering your phone,” Endeavor lied through his teeth.
“I’m too inebriated to work. I will attend to whatever you need of me in the morning.” Shoto bargains.
Endeavor gave a short nod, turning back towards the entrance. For a moment, he pauses at the door, looking over his shoulder to find Y/n’s eyes on him once again. He left without speaking a word to them, but showing up like that was a message enough.