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The weather was rough, roaring angrily, scolding and mirroring what he was feeling inside. The sky was dark, the clouds were thick and grey. The thick rain blurring his vision, Rain drops trailed down his skin like cold fingers, the stormy winds could almost blow him off his feet. But he was unfazed.
He dropped down to his knees and wailed, clutching tightly on the fabric close to his chest. His heart coiling with pain and anger. Resentment and regret.
It's been a year and the pain wouldn’t go away. It’s just as painful as it was. Maybe even stronger. The longer he stared the more reality worked him down like a truck.
He'll never have her back. She was gone.
“Eri still needs you. Our daughter still needs her mother. She’s only five years old.” Katsuki said between sobs staring intently at his wife’s grave. “I don’t know what to tell her sometimes, when she comes home excited. There’s so many things she would’ve done with you. Why did you have to leave?”
His voice broke at the end and he too broke down. He couldn’t care if anyone was watching. Today was the hardest day ever since she left him. Her death always lingered like a shadow, like a whisper that never ends. Like a dagger in his chest that is continuously twisting, damaging. A wound that would never heal. It just kept on growing.
Having to see his daughter paying respects to her deceased mother, shattered the small fragments of his broken heart leaving him with dust and a hollow ribcage.
He didn't know for how long he’d been at her grave but he didn’t care. He knew she probably couldn’t see him but a small part of him hoped that she did. That she could see just how much he missed her, how miserable he was without her and that he still loved her and that he needed her in his life in ways that he couldn’t comprehend.
It's at times like these that he felt like giving up, it’s always been the two of them. Ever since he was fifteen. She was his best friend. The only person that ever understood him and made him seem like didn’t need to try to be loved.
He didn’t know how long he’d been at the grave until he saw the sky clearing.
The raging winds had vanished without a trace. The sky brightened, bursting with color, ready to move on.
But he couldn’t, he could still feel the storm inside him, growling angrily, tearing at everything, leaving nothing untouched. And it wouldn't stop. The scar it left would taunt him forever.
You should come back home.Please, let us help you. You don’t have anything to do there anymore. You don’t have anyone there. Eri need us. You don’t have to endure everything alone.
He stared at the message. It was from his father. He knew was right. Staying in a foreign country was useless now, his wife was dead. There’s nothing left to make him stay. But leaving meant living her behind. The stories they made together, the memories he cherished.
He’s been in France almost all his life. Ever since he was fourteen years old, leaving the country for the holidays, just to visit his family and relatives. The country was his home, how could he just leave.
You need to move on. It’s been a year honey.
It was his mother this time.
Maybe he was still holding onto the memories. He knew he was. Being in Paris felt like being close to her. Close to what life was like before she left.
Could he be clinging on too hard? But-
Please.
He stared at that last message for a while. Come back home.
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Tokyo was a living city, whether it was night time of day time. The sun was warm during the day, casting a golden glow over the landscape and gracing the people with motivation to go through the day.
And at night, the streets illuminated with neon lights and headlights. The city seemed more alive with wailing of sirens in the distance, ambient music playing through bars and clubs. It gave off a sweet feeling, being alive, coexisting with both living and non living things.
But it still didn’t feel like home. It felt empty, void of emotion. The skies were dark, with little or no stars in sight. The air was thick, no sign of life apart from the people that dully walked through it’s streets. It was nothing like France.
The café smelled like fresh espresso and vanilla, the hum of conversation blending with the soft hiss of the milk frother. Behind the counter, wiping down a ceramic cup, a male stole a glance at the customer—katsuki sitting by the window—elbow resting on the table, head tilted slightly downward, lost in a book. Not just any book. The Dark Between Stars by Atticus.
“You like Atticus?” The boy asked, carrying a cup of coffee he ordered a few minutes ago. Katsuki looked up his eyes flickering with surprise before settling into something softer. “Yeah,” he said, tapping a finger against the open page. "It’s simple but hits deep. Like, just a few words, and suddenly you feel like he’s been inside your head."
The barista smiled, leaning on the counter. “I know what you mean. His words kind of sit with you—like they stay even after you close the book.”
Bakugo chuckled, running a hand through his spikey blonde hair. “Exactly. Like this one—” he turned the book slightly. ‘She was a beautiful dreamer, the kind of girl who kept her eyes open and saw the world for what it could be.
Katsuki couldn’t miss the flicker of excitement in the boy’s green eyes, glistening like orbs as they reflected the sun rays from outside the café.
The two talked for a while, Katsuki surprised that someone so young was fascinated by topics such as poetry and art. It was a tad overwhelming but in a positive way. He wasn’t the kind to talk to strangers so freely but here he was laughing about a simple joke that the boy made about Aubrey Beardsley.
Outside, cherry blossoms drifted past the window, the spring sun casting golden light over the café floor. And just like that, the space between them felt smaller, the world a little quieter, as if something had just begun.
Their conversation was cut short when another customer walked in, calling for the employees attention . The boy mumbled a small apology and a sweet ‘it was nice to meet you’ before he was off to attend to the customer.
Katsuki smiled, watching the other for a little longer than he should have. He couldn’t shake off the thought of how beautiful the young lad was.
Very beautiful.
“It’s nice to finally have you back man. I was so worried about you. I’m sorry about Avery.” Kirishima, his friend smiled and sympathized, trying to navigate around the other, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. It’s been years since the two saw each other, it was slightly awkward between them. “How are you holding up. How’s Eri?”
“She’s okay. You don’t have to worry about her. ”Katsuki smiled in attempt to calm down the tension between them. It was still a little awkward after them spending years without communication. The two were in a restaurant, trying to catch up. It’s been a good four weeks since he’s back in Japan so it wouldn’t hurt to catch up with some old friends. He didn't realize how much he missed the place.
“I can’t believe how much you have changed.” Kirishima let out and Bakugo smiled at that. Being a father really does take a toll on someone.
.. ..
Katsuki sat silently on his daughter’s bed, a story book in hand. He read the story about the Mr rabbit and his family silently while sparing a glance at his princess, her eyes wide open as she listened intently. Her eyes darting back and forth as she probably created scenarios in her head.
“…Mr and Mrs rabbit finally found their lost son, bunny and the family lived happily ever after. The end” Bakugo smiled at her while closing the book.
She still looked very awake. Like something was bothering her.
“Daddy. Do you think I could stay home? I don’t want to go to school.” She said causing her father to be worried. She was the kind that was always excited for school. Well, that was in Paris.
“Why, darling? Is something wrong?” The girl opened her mouth then closed it, as if hesitant. “I don’t like it there.”
“You don’t have any friends yet?” The girls lips wabbled before she started crying. The man didn’t hesitate as he held her, soothingly, telling her everything will be okay.
That day he didn’t take her to school, but he did the day after that. The issue seemed to have worsened the days that followed after, she’d come home crying, refusing to eat. It became so bad that she started pretending to be sick, just so she could skip school. He thought he daughter was being bullied, he even talked to the teacher’s. Eri had never acted this way before.
Then suddenly, just out of the blue, she came back home happy, excited to go back to school. Things seemed to have gotten better as she started being lively, asking to take some of her princess dolls to school with her. That she wanted to show them to someone.
Then one random day she came back with a bracelet, claiming it was from her friend and she wanted to make one for her friend too. Bakugo didn’t take it to heart. He was just happy that they were finally settling in and possibly ready to move on.
Strangely, at certain times, Katsuki found himself thinking about him. The boy he’d met at the café a few weeks back. He’d never been intrigued by someone younger than him before, yet a lone a male.
But then again he’s never come across a person so intellectual, well spoken and that beautiful.
He's mind occasionally snapped back to those damn freckles, the way those emerald eyes glistened, wide eyes, soft alluring voice, soft lips. Wavy, somewhat messy dark green hair that reminded him of the Amazon.
Bakugo couldn’t tell why he was so fascinated and curious about that boy but he knew, he wanted to see him again. Heck he didn’t even know his name.
“…bars in Japan, especially Tokyo are the best.” Kirishima’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“You should go out sometime and let loose.” He stated again before chugging the beer down his throat. Bakugo like at him confused.
“And why would I be interested in something like that?” the blonde asked, sounding ruder than he intended but it was Kirishima. He knew he wouldn't take that to heart instead he smiled.
“I know you are not interested but you need to let loose. Ever since you came back you’ve been drowning in office work.” Kirishima stopped as if holding himself back from saying something that would offend the other.
“I don’t need it.”
“Come on. Just for one night.” Kirishima, almost pleading, continued. “I know you have responsibilities but I’m worried about you as your best friend and I completely understand your situation right now but I want to see you happy, even if it’s just for a while.”
“I can’t leave my daughter alone in that house.” Bakugo argued
“I’m sure Mitsuki will be more than happy to see her.” Kirishima replied almost immediately.
“She asked you to do this?” Bakugo asked getting agitated by the mention of her name, pulse raising.
“I don’t even talk to her.” Kirishima defended, “I just think it’ll be nice for Eri to finally meet her grandparents. Think of it as a win win situation.”
After a long ass argument, Bakugo finally gave in. Only because the other wouldn’t drop the matter if he didn’t get what he wanted. And so, Saturday night found Bakugo standing in front of a neon lights poster that read “Mickey’s.”
When are you arriving?
Bakugo shot Kirishima a text as he felt awkward standing in front of the bar a little too long.
I’m almost there, go in without me. I’m meet you in.
You better.
Bakugo shoved his phone in his pocket already regretting having fallen for his friend’s scheme.
Inside, the air was thick and tense, the crowd was cheering on, getting louder by the minute. The lights were dim, music slow, sultry and sexual.
An hour had passed and still no sight of Kirishima.
Katsuki couldn’t tell if he was intoxicated by the liquor that burned down his throat or by the familiar green haired boy that was swaying his hips so professionally on the stage. His eyes were fixed on him. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts that hung tightly on his ass, silver jewelry that trailed down from his neck down to his torso and a pair of boots. Focusing on the way his body moved so fluidly to the music, the way he swayed his hips while staring straight at him, biting his lips, intoxicating him. Seducing him.
He gulped down his liquor, feeling tense. The tent in his pants growing, blood rushing to his dick. Desperate.
How did we end up here? Only him knows.
Desire swelled up his chest the longer he stared, it was clearly registered on his face. He knew it and he wasn’t going to mask it.
He couldn't help but think maybe Kirishima was right. He needed to let loose. He wanted it. He wanted him.
The dancer smiled, biting his lips seductively and got off stage straight towards him. The crowd roared and he tensed, trying to stay calm as the dancer now straddled his laps.
He was breathtakingly beautiful up close, Bakugo could see his deep green eyes that complimented his curly dark green hair. The sliver on his neck complimented his skin, glistening and dancing on his beautiful tan skin. Lips pink swollen and pump, from all the biting. He was breathtaking.
“We can take this somewhere private.” He seductively whispered, his voice low and sultry. Katsuki twitched, watching the other move his hips back and forth, their bodies not touching but the proximity was taunting enough.
He grabbed the boy by the waist and pushed him down on him. The boy bit his lip and moaned lowly, only for him to hear.
“You sure about that cupcake.” He teased his voice, low and husky, like a whatever. Bakugo didn’t know what compelled him to do so but he just did
“yes.” The boy whispered back and left instantly.
Katsuki was bothered. The next thing he knew, he was in the room. Waiting for the green haired male to walk in.
And he did.
The lighting in the room was low, darker than it was in the bar. He dim light glowed on the other, the silver that hugged him from the neck down to his slander waist ,a beautiful contrast to his skin
Once he made eye contact with Bakugo, a smirk claimed his lips and he walked towards the him.
The music from the outside could be heard, more like felt on their skin. A bit dull as all they could hear was the thumping of the sound waves on the walls Katsukis heart thumped wildly, a mixture of emotions surfacing, he could feel the blood pulsing rapidly to his ears
There was only a bed in this room, plus a drawer, he didn’t dare to check what was inside. He sat on the bed, feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed of the entire situation. He knew he shouldn’t be here and yet, here he was. Lusting over the boy he met only a month ago.
Though this time, a contrast of the impression he got the first time they met.
The whole situation was dire and so out of character. He’s never been to such places, let alone fantasized about being in one.
Yet here he was.
With a sultry smirk, the boy walked over, pushing him on the bed and straddled him a second later.
The boy was moving his hips, this time not holding back. Katsuki smirked, grabbing him by the waist and pressing him down harder on his crotch. The boy whimpered, the action making him lose control, the man was now in charge, his fingers guiding over the boys exposed skin, loaming over his body stopping momentarily to caress his nipple. The boy shivered and swallowed a moan, earning a smirk from the older.
“Look at you,” Katsuki mused, watching the boy react at the simplest actions. Very amateur like but so alluring, very innocent yet so sensual. “Whining like a little brat.”
“Take off those pants for me.” He ordered as he gripped the boy’s ass cheeks by a handful before he let go with a smack.
The boy, bit his lip, a little bit hesitant, the older could have missed it. Staring at the man, his eyes pooled with desire before he got up, turned around and pulled off his briefs sensually like the little slut he was
“Good boy.” The man praised, taking the sight of the dancers thick round juicy ass, thick thighs and the thin rimmed hole that glistened. His cock pulsed at the sight.
Katsuki tapped on his laps, calling him back. The boy sat, naked, his back against the man, per instruction. “spread your legs, princess.” He ordered and the younger obeyed almost immediately, he poured a fair amount of lube on his fingers and tranced them around the boys hole before thrusting in. The boy gasped out a moan.
“There, there doll face. I’m just getting started.” He whispered lightly, kissing the boy’s earlobe and trailing kisses at the back of the boy’s neck as he thrusted gently and rhythmically inside the younger, prepping him before thrusting in a third figure.
“P-please, m-more.” He thrust in the fourth finger , this time not holding back, thrusting as ferociously as he could, the boy was a whimpering mess, drool on his lips as he started mimicking the man’s actions, moving his hips to meet the man’s thrust. Crying out loud when his fingers glided over his prostate and then thrusting on it.
“What’s your name, princess?” he asked, dazed, the boy spoke frantic. “I-izuku midoriya.” Came out barely a whisper. “Open you mouth, izuku.” He did. “suck them like a little slut.” The comment was lewd but katsuki didn’t have time to think when the boy’s hot mouth engulfed his fingers, sucking them passionately yet so lewdly.
“You’re such a good boy.” He praised, picking up his pace and thrusting the boy to ecstasy. He could tell by the way the boy trembled and moaned, loudly almost screaming.
He pulled out.
“Get on the bed. On fours.” Izuku almost whined, with trembling feet, he climbed on the bed and bent over, aching his back needy. Katsuki stood for a moment and watched, taking everything in. Admiring the sight before him. “Spread your legs wider” he commanded, undoing his belt and throwing it to the ground, removing his watch and placing it carefully on the stand and then removed his cufflinks and rolling his shirt up his sleeve.
Izuku whined, needy but none the less obedient. He praised again and the boy moaned, spreading wider and aching his back more, the action was inviting.
Katsuki smirked and kneeled on the bed, just behind the boy’s entrance, he pulled out his thick veiny mass and the boy moaned when the mass tapped his entrance.