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“Please! One more story!” Eri pleaded, gripping Shinsou’s arm like a lifeline, and he barely held back the loud groan of annoyance. On any other day, Eri would have been asleep at seven, eight at a push; so of course, the day he had plans at nine, she stayed up late. Yamada had taken her out for ice cream after dinner, and Hitoshi had never hated his foster father more than right now. She still hadn’t come down from the sugar high.
Him and his new classmates in Class-2A had begged and pleaded for weeks until Aizawa finally broke and allowed them to have a party in the dorms. 9 pm- 11 pm. No later. And it was currently 9.30 pm. “Eri, he’s already read you five stories,” Aizawa voiced from the doorway, breaking him from his stewing. “You need to lie down and try to sleep.”
Her small cheeks puffed up in offence, “I am trying!” She insisted, sounding anything but sleepy. Aizawa sent Shinsou a sly grin before stepping over to the bed. On instinct, Eri let go of Shinsou’s arm and shuffled down under the covers, able to sense Aizawa wouldn’t put up with her requests for more stories. “Okay, how about this? If you can lay down, with your eyes closed and count to twenty without falling asleep, I’ll let you stay up and watch a movie with me and Papa,” Aizawa bargains, and Shinsou could cry from relief. He might actually make it to the party.
“And Toshi!” Eri argues; she'd hit the stage of arguing and pushing her luck, normally, Hitoshi found it pretty entertaining, but not now.
“He has to go see his friends, but maybe if you ask extra nicely, your papa will give you some chocolate to snack on during the movie,” Aizawa offered, extending his hand to Eri. She mulled it over, carefully eyeing them both before she shoved her little hand into Aizawa’s open palm. “Deal!” She tugged her covers up to her shoulders, her eyes screwed shut “One! Two! Three! Four! Five!” She barked out, interrupted by a deep breath turned yawn, her little eyes smoothing over slightly, looking less scrunched, “Six, seven, eight… niiiine,” She yawned, snuggling down deeper into the pillows. “Ten,” she whispered and fell silent before small snores started.
Hitoshi looked at Aizawa in relief, mouthing an overdramatic “Thank you.” Aizawa rolled his eyes, gently smoothing out Eri’s hair before tiptoeing out of the room. The door gently clicked closed behind them and Hitoshi groaned. “I thought she’d never fall asleep, oh my God!”
“You shouldn’t have let her sit up for the stories, that’s a rookie mistake,” Shouta shrugged, ruffling his son's hair as he walked past.
“Dad!” Shinsou whined as his hands flew up to fix his hair, “My hair doesn’t just do this! God!” He bitched as he moved to fix his hair in the hall mirror, poking and pulling on the strands until it was just perfect, Aizawa saw absolutely no difference in the hair. As he headed for the door, he spotted Eri’s beloved stuffed Bunny, Snowball, on the sofa. He snatched it up, deciding to quickly give it to her before he left. She never slept for long without it. When he reached the hall he heard Yamada call out to him “Quickly, before you go! Can you clear off the kitchen table? I need it for paperwork,” he asked Shinsou, batting his eyes overdramatically.
Shinsou jogged back into the living area, where he’d left his English homework all over the kitchen table after dinner. Ooops.He quickly shoved Snowball into his back pocket to free up his hands to scoop up all of his papers, rushing back to his room, he unceremoniously dumped them on his desk. As he turned to leave, his phone rang, and Shinsou was just about ready to punch a wall. What now? He fished the phone from his pocket and saw Denki’s ID. He quickly jabbed the accept button. “ What?”
“Dude!” Denki whispered harshly down the phone, “Where are you?”
“Sorry, I got held up. I’ll be there in like five minutes,” Shinsou drawled, fixing his shirt in the mirror.
“Well, hurry the fuck up. Mido no ballsed Iida, and he took like six shots! He’s actually cutting loose and having some fun. He volunteered first when Mina suggested seven minutes in heaven. Get down here, dude, this is your shot!” Denki hurriedly told him, Shinsou had been secretly, read; obviously, crushing on the class rep since he joined the class. Shinsou didn't even bother responding to his best friend, hurriedly hanging up the phone and sprinting towards the front door. He snatched his keys from the hall table, calling over his shoulder, “Night! See you tomorrow!” Not waiting for a response before he was out the door. He vaguely heard Yamada call out to him as he left, but he wasn’t paying attention to that at the moment. He had only one thing on his mind. Tenya Iida.
He was breathing heavily on the short elevator ride down, smoothing out his shirt and fixing his hair, again. The elevator doors opened, and the music met his ears first. The pop music playlist turned down low enough for him to hear laughter and hollering from the living room. He rounded the corner and found the majority of the class sitting in a circle on the living room floor, a glass bottle in the centre of them. An awestruck-looking Bakugou sank back into his spot next to Kirishima while a smug Uraraka plopped herself down between Mina and Deku.
“What did I miss?” He asked, already having a damn good idea of the answer.
“Shinou!” The majority of the class shouted in greeting, “We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, go grab a drink, if you’re lucky you’ll get the Bakugou treatment!” Mina teased, eliciting jeers and whistles from the rest of the class.
“Fuck off!” Bakugou roared, firing off harmless, but loud, explosions from his palms. Uraraka kept her self-satisfied smirk but had the decency to blush at Mina’s comment.
“You walked out of that closet like a baby deer on ice bro! What did Uraraka do to you?” Sero taunted the loud blond, earning an explosion to the side of his head.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Sero?” She joked, sending him a flirty wink, in an effort to save Bakugou some embarrassment. The crowd erupts into a chorus of commentary and “Ooooo”’s, interrupted by Shinsou’s return.
“Okay so what is this?” He asks, desperate to get to the game so he could have a chance of getting paired up with Iida. Ashido clapped her hands excitedly before she launched into her explanation of how this new version of the game goes. “So! After the first two rounds, it got pretty boring to just sit here and wait for people to come back so we made it into a combo game! One person spins the bottle, and whoever it lands on, they go into the supply closet, and while they’re doing unspeakable things in there we play never have I ever! Starting with the person to the left of the spinner, if you’ve done it, you drink and lower a finger, first to three sips loses and has to do another shot! Got it?”
He nodded, settling into his spot beside Kamanari. Holding up his vodka and Coke to show he was prepared. “Great! Okay, Kiri! You’re up!” She announced cheerfully, clearly hoping for the bottle to land on her.
As the bottle spun the class began to drum on their thighs, yelling loudly to build anticipation, clearly they were already fairly drunk. In the chaos, Denki leaned in close to whisper to Shinsou. “Seriously, what took you so long? I was banging on your door for ages, and I didn’t hear anything inside,” Shinsou hadn’t told anyone in the class about his foster parents. Fearing they would assume he got special treatment, or worse, would ask him to ask for special perks. So he really didn't have an excuse. “Uh, fell asleep, sorry,” He muttered out, downing half his cup to distract himself. God, vodka burns. He’s saved from Denki’s incredulous look when the bottle slows to a stop on Todoroki and the class erupts in cheers and laughter.
“Okay! Bakugou! Never have I ever, go!” Mina announces somewhat less enthusiastically as she forlornly watches Kirishima and Todoroki retreat into the closet. Bakugou cackles to himself, “Never have I ever… pissed myself on the see-saw,” he asks, staring right at Midoriya as he does. Unsurprisingly, Deku is the only one to drink, downing his rum and coke before throwing his empty cup at Bakugou’s head. “You can’t target me every-fucking-time!” Deku bitches, stomping over to the kitchen to grab a new drink.
“Be less easy to target, bitch,” The blond sasses back, still cackling, clearly proud of himself.
Next to him, Tenya cleared his throat, “Never have I ever, skipped class,” he asked, a small smirk of satisfaction on his face as he saw almost everyone drink. Shinsou, Momo and Bakugou were the few who remained unaffected. Well, at least by the prompt, Shinsou was in awe, Iida’s normally perfectly pressed white shirt was crinkled, the top button undone and a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. He looked so ridiculously good and Shinsou wanted to jump him right there. His improper thoughts are cut short by Asui’s voice, “Ribbit! Never have I ever received head, ribbit!” He, like many of his classmates, choked on his drink, taken aback by Tsuyu’s sudden brashness. Ojiro, Hagukure and Momo take silent sips of their drinks, and the room is silent for all of two seconds before the room explodes. Denki and Sero immediately tackle Ojiro to ask him a million variants of “Who? When? How? Was it good?” While the girls did the same to Hagakure and Momo.
The invisible girl proudly proclaiming that “Hey! He may not be able to see what he’s doing, but he got the feel of it pretty damn quick!” which caused the other girls to scream in delight, throwing teasing remarks Ojiro’s way while he resolutely refused to disclose any details to the boys. The timer sounded off in the corner, and a moment later, the door to the closet swung open, and the two boys made their way back to their respective spots.
“Well? Is the heartthrob of Class-2A as good a kisser as they say?” Hagakure teased, Kirishima just shrugged, waving his hand in a ‘meh’ motion that Todoroki looked genuinely offended at until she added “Oh baby, I wasn’t talking to you,” her headband dramatically turning to Momo who steadily turned bright red, hiding in Todoroki’s shoulder, offering a meek nod that had the smile returning to Todoroki’s face.
Sero leaned into the centre of the circle, spinning the bottle hard and fast until it landed on Asui. The two shared a brief grin before rushing towards the closet.
“Momo! You’re turn for never have I ever!” Mina pointed out, taking her role as game master very seriously. The posh girl hummed thoughtfully before perking up, “Never have I ever added milk first to my tea.” Everyone grimaced at the thought, before turning in horror to Shoji who casually sipped his drink.
“Shoji!” Mina denounced in horror, “You can’t do that, man! It’s disgusting!” The rest of the class nodded in agreement, and the boy only shrugged, sprouting a mouth off his wing to answer her “It saves time to soak the bag in the milk while the water boils.”
“Is this a cry for help?” Sato asked seriously, offering a gentle hand on his back. “No- you’re all so dramatic! Todoroki, ask your question!” Shoji huffed, crossing his arms.
Todoroki hummed, thinking for a moment “Never have I ever, kissed more than one person in one day,” Denki and Aoyama took small sips and were immediately interrogated for details, narrowly being saved from answering by Sero and Asui leaving the closet. Asui with stray strands of tape still stuck to her clothing and Sero looking considerably more dishevelled than he did when he entered. Loud whistles echoing throughout the room, Sero did a sarcastic bow before dropping himself down into the circle. Not wasting any time, Jirou spun the bottle before they even got settled again, it quickly came to a stop right on Denki. The two caught eyes and blushed wildly; their mutual crushes were secrets only to each other. The rest of the class watched excitedly as the two awkwardly fumbled into the nearby closet.
“Finally!” Mina exclaimed, dramatically swooning and falling to the floor.”I’ve been waiting years for this!” Sero shook her by the shoulders “All our hard work! It’s finally paid off,” he exclaimed, wiping fake tears from his eyes.
“Damn, I had no faith,” Kirishima admitted, taking a quick sip from his cup. Ashido shoots up and throws light slaps at his shoulder in offence “How dare you! I’m a great matchmaker!” she shrieked.
“No, you’re not!” Kirshima laughed, leaning into Bakugou’s space to avoid the light slaps “You tried to get me and Bakugou together most of last year!” Bakugou scowled at his two friends as they pushed into his personal space.
Mina tilted her head “And? I stand by that!” She insisted, shoving Kirishima, at this point, the physical contact was purely flirting, no more animosity left in the actions.
“We’re straight, Pinky,” Bakugou scoffed, earning incredulous looks from the rest of the class.
“Since when?” Todoroki asked, earning a jab in the gut from Momo, who hurriedly whispered that he can't question people's sexualities in public.
“Since forever?” Bakugou snarked back, looking around at the confused faces, “You thought we were gay?!” he yelled at the whole class. The rest of the class looked at each other for confirmation before nodding and muttering sounds of agreement.
“I mean, I don’t care,” Kirishima sheepishly admitted, “I like who I like,” he said, eyes darting quickly to Mina, almost looking for approval.
“So you’re bi? Ribit,” Asui asked, earning a noncommittal shrug from Kirishima. Sero reached over to clap him on the shoulder, “Hell yea,h bro! Proud of you!”. The rest of the class echoed out messages of support.
All of the eyes in the room slowly shifted to Bakugou, whose shoulders hiked up to his ears in defence, “I like girls!” He yelled, explosions popping off his palms. The rest of the class just stared at him, a silent, “And…?” hanging in the air. Thankfully for the sake of UA’s property insurance, the closet door opened, stealing the class's attention. Jirou surfaced first, bright pink and hiding her face behind her bangs, and she pulled Denki out of the closet, guiding him. The room burst into laughter when they saw his zapped out face, a silly smile on his face as he held one thumbs up.
“Oh my god!” Mina screamed, pointing at the two of them, “Oh my god!”
“Shut the fuck up, all of you shut the fuck up. Spin the damn bottle” Jirou ground out as she forced the brainless Denki back into his seat on the ground, shoving her face into his shoulder to hide from his classmates teasing looks. The brainless husk just laughed and raised his hand to pet Jirou’s hair, still sporting his signature thumbs up with the other hand.
“Well, your boyfriend is supposed to be spinning the bottle this turn,” Tokoyami pointed out smugly, laughing when Jirou blanched at the thought.
“Shinsou, spin the damn bottle,” She barked out, earning a chorus of laughter from the rest of the class. Hitoshi wiped the sweat off his hands onto his jeans before spinning the bottle, and he could swear time slowed down. He watched as the bottle twisted and spun out before gently coming to a stop, pointing directly at Tenya. Shinsou was vaguely thankful Denki was out of commission, so he couldn’t yell out a celebration like Mina had. He stood up on shaky legs and followed Iida to the closet, ever the gentleman, he opened the door and gestured for Shinsou to enter first. He laughed nervously, “Gentleman even when drunk, huh?” He tried to joke, but the laughter died in his throat as large hands gripped his waist and shoved him against the wall opposite the door. Iida moved to grab him so quickly that he felt his back hit the wall before the door swung closed. Hitoshi didn't get a second to ground himself before Tenya was on him, crowding him against the wall, his lips hot and firm on his own. Shinsou's arms flailed slightly in panic before he grabbed Tenya's shoulders and pulled himself up towards the taller man, returning the kiss with fever.
Tenya’s hands slowly moved down from his hips to grip his ass firmly, pulling Hitoshi’s body forward to grind against the rock hard bulge in his pants. A low groan leaving his mouth that had Hitoshi's hips snapping up towards his on instinct, he felt the groan reverberating next to his ear. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Tenya admitted lowly in his ear, before gently taking Shinsou's earlobe between his teeth. Biting down lightly and moving down his neck. Shinsou's head was swimming. He's wanted this? Since when? Why did I drink so much? Is this a dream?
The sharp nip on his collarbone brought him back immediately. This was happening. “Me too,” he assured Tenya, grinding his hips up on Iida’s bulge. Gripping him by his gorgeous navy blue hair and yanking his mouth to meet his. A lightbulb lit up in his mind as he pulled back from Tenya, the vodka in his system serving as liquid courage. “You wanna try something new?” He asked, his hand travelling down to Iida’s belt buckle.
Outside the closet, the party raged on. Music swirled at a low volume while the class argued and debated whether or not hand jobs counted as sex. “It doesn’t fucking count!” Mina argued passionately, “If it did, everyone would drink! Sex is sex,”
“Do you count oral?” Tokoyami questioned, too many drinks deep to feel even a little embarrassed by this conversation.
“Duh!” Mina asserted condescendingly. “Then you’ve killed your own argument. You can't pick and choose which sexual acts count as sex. What's the difference between a handjob and a blowjob?” Tokoyami fired back, too deep into the argument to give up now.
“A handjob is basically masturbation! Oral is way more involved!” Mina yelled, indignant. Some classmates nodded in approval while others shouted out objections, agreeing with Tokoyami.
“As... enlightening as this conversation is, I have to interrupt,” Aizawa drawled out, making the class’s blood run cold. Everyone froze in their places. Suddenly, they realised just how drunk they were, and how much trouble they would get in for being so drunk. “Where is Shinsou?” He asked, looking absolutely exhausted. The class looked at each other, desperately hoping for an out to magically appear. Que Mina Ashido.
“Who's Shinsou?” Mina asked, attempting to bamboozle their teacher. When his venomous glare focused squarely on her, she squeaked out in panic. Raising her hands in surrender. “I mean. Why do you need him?” She asked, a thing she would never normally do, but tequila makes her brave, apparently.
“That's not your concern. Where is he?” Aizawa asked again, scanning the room. Given the unsteady swaying of a few of the students and the light flush on most of their faces, he could guess that they were at least tipsy. The poor attempt at stealthily hiding the cups behind themselves virtually confirmed it. Mina’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Her eyes darted briefly to the supply closet in a panic, and Shouta almost smacked himself on his forehead. Drunk or not, future pros shouldn't be this easily tricked into revealing information. He stormed over to the closet door.
“Oh, Sensei! I wouldn't!” Midoriya attempted to warn him, and he wishes he had listened. He wretched open the door and found Iida Tenya red-faced and panting, leaning against the wall facing the door. His pants by his ankles, and his shirt shoved up under his armpits, the only thing keeping him modest being the back of Shouta’s son's head. When light filled the closet Iida’s eyes snapped open in a panic, one hand reaching out as if to close the door again while the other tightened in Shinsou’s hair, pulling him down deeper onto his dick in a poor attempt to keep his modesty.
The choking sound would haunt Aizawa for the rest of his days.
When he realised his mistake, Tenya pulled Shinsou off himself, covering himself with his hands, stuttering out an apology. Shinsou however, didn't have this sense and instead braced himself on Iida’s thighs while he spun around “Fuck off!” He called out, voice still hoarse from choking. When he turned, he expected to see Mina, Kirishima, hell, maybe even Deku. But his foster father? Very much the last person he expected to see. The annoyance fell from his face as he froze. Unsure what to do. He was caught, he was on his knees in front of Iida for fucks sake. But he really didn't want to stand up and reveal his own hard-on now.
“Upstairs. Now,” Aizawa ground out, very firmly keeping eye contact with his son before slamming the closet door and heading for the elevator. The class watched with baited breath as their homeroom teacher stormed off after Shinsou told him to fuck off. They expected to see him dragged out in Aizawa's capture weapon, but the haunted, traumatised eyes of their classmates as they left the closet showed they were punished enough by being caught.
“I think he just needs you for something. He wanted to talk to you before he found you guys in there,” Uraraka attempted to comfort them. “Plus, it's not his business who you kiss. He can't expel you guys for being gay.”
“Yeah,” Iida breathed out, reality hitting him like a train “Kiss,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his face and attempting to smooth out the wrinkles on his dress-shirt.
“It's not…” Shinsou started, unable to find the words to even begin to explain. “It's fine. I'll fix this,” he assured Iida as he began to make his way towards the elevators. He was so fucking dead. Grounded until he was eighty. For sure.
“No! It's also my mess to fix!” Iida insisted, following him to the elevators, “I’ve known Aizawa since I was a child; he might have some extra sympathy…” Iida trailed off, realizing in horror that his childhood babysitter just saw him get his dick sucked. Oh, he was so going to tell Tensei. Fuck.
“Trust me, it's better for me to do this alone,” Shinsou told him seriously, pressing the button for the teacher's floor. He sent Iida a shy smile through the closing elevator doors. Fearing that it may be his last time seeing Iida.
When he opened the door of Aizawa and Yamada's dorm, he found his foster fathers standing in the center of the living room. Aizawa looked positively murderous while Yamada suppressed a teasing smile. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Aizawa demanded before Shinsou could even close the front door. He stood for a moment, unsure of what to say first.
At his hesitation Yamada piped up “What's the matter? Something in your throat?” He asked, his voice set and serious but the glint in his eye showed his true feelings. Shinsou burned bright red at the joke, unable to look them in the eye.
“I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again,” he assured them. Begging for the floor to suddenly collapse so he could die a merciful death.
“It better not! What the fuck where you thinking? How much did you drink, huh? How much did Iida? Were either of you in any state to consent?” Aizawa interrogated, gaze steely. He wasn't finding the humour in this that Hizashi was; likely because he had to witness it.
“We both drank! And it wasn't a lot. I'm not falling over, or slurring my words. I'm not drunk! And neither is he! He's fine,” Shinsou insisted, anger at the insinuation winning out over his embarrassment. “Why were you even there?!”
Yamada cracked a rueful smile “You kidnapped Snowball.” Shinsou immediately checked his back pocket, and sure enough, there was the bunny in question. “Eri woke up a few minutes after you left, and she cried for hours and wouldn't go back to bed. I saw him in your pocket when you ran out earlier. I tried to tell you, but you slammed the door,” the blond man explained, and Shinsou could cry from embarrassment. He tossed the bunny gently to Yamada, who caught it by the ear, precariously balanced between two fingers. “Do I need to disinfect this?” He asked, teasingly. Letting out a raucous laugh when Shinsou's face morphed into abject horror. “No!”
Aizawa scowled at his husband, who retreated back towards Eri’s room with a sly grin. Waving the bunny tauntingly.
“This was unbelievably stupid. From every one of you. I cannot fucking believe you would get this drunk on campus. We have cameras in that fucking living room. You know that, right?” Aizawa ranted, still angry. “A new curfew will be in place from tomorrow on, and you will all have a week-long sex education course with Midnight, starting Monday. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes. I’m sorry Dad,” Shinsou muttered, thoroughly embarrassed. Unexpectedly, he felt Aizawa's hand ruffle his hair. The small comforting gesture in direct conflict with the serious expression on his face.
“Go. And tell Iida to never look me in the eye again. Punishment starts tomorrow,” He told him, gently nudging his son towards the door. Anger calming down slightly after seeing his son so mortified. Shinsou, not one to push his luck, gave his Dad a quick hug before darting out of the front door. Yamada cackled as he rounded the corner. “You folded so fast.”
“I did not fold. Sex Ed from Nemuri is a fate worse than death, and they will have it for the next week. And two hours of extra training each day. And a 9 pm curfew,” he insisted grumpily.
“You let him finish the party,” Yamada pointed out, pulling his husband into a comforting hug. Aizawa huffed and rolled his eyes, “Please, no way they’re enjoying it after that.”
“I can’t believe it was baby Iida, I remember helping Tensei change his diapers!" Hizashi lamented, crinkling his nose in disgust at the mental image. "Oh my god, I have to call him!” Yamada snickered, pulling out his phone with far too much glee.