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“Lady Midnight’s, huh?” Touya drapes an arm around Tenko’s thin shoulder and eyes the flier in his friend’s hand. “Could be something fun to do for your birthday tonight.”
Tenko glances at Touya and then at the lithe blond man who’d shoved it in his hand. He can’t see any obvious signs of metal on that tanned, perfect looking skin, but the glowing, golden eyes and bright red, mechanical wings protruding from the young man’s back are dead giveaways that he’s not entirely human. Cyborg.
When he looks down at the flier in his hands he’s met with the sight of a beautiful young man. His eyes are a bright, emerald color that seems to jump off the page and he has wild, unruly curls that match. His skin is milky and pale, dotted with what looks like thousands of freckles. His eyes roam over the curve of the boy’s lithe body, taking in how that perfect, milky skin melts into smooth metal where his fingers should be. Tenko can’t help but think that the young man is perfect. It takes him a moment more to fully realize exactly what the flier is advertising.
“No.” He scowls, shrugging out from under Touya’s overly friendly embrace and shaking his head for emphasis. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on. It’s your birthday.” Touya pulls Tenko back under his arm. “Live a little.”
“Birthday, huh?” The young blond’s mechanical wings flutter and his head cocks to the side as he takes in the duo. He grabs another flier from his satchel and writes something on the back of it before handing it to Touya. “Consider it a birthday discount. If you decide to stop by, tell ‘em Hawks sent you.”
Tenko walks on, not waiting for Touya and unsure if the man is even going to follow him until a heavy hand clamps down on his shoulder. “You really don’t like birthdays, do you, Shiggy?”
“Don’t call me that.” Tenko sighs, resigned to whatever ribbing Touya has in store for him on their way to dinner. “There isn’t anything special about birthdays. Besides, I’m still behind on the storyboards for Hero Smash – All Might’s End Edition.”
Truth be told, he isn’t just behind on them. He’s completely stalled and unsure of exactly how to move the story forward. He’d been making good progress until he’d needed to design the hero’s successor. No matter how he’d drawn the new character, they just didn’t feel right.
“Look, I’m just as excited as you are about the damned game, but don’t you ever just… live a little?” Touya glances over at his friend, only to be met with another scowl and a small shrug of his shoulders. “You know, go out to dinner? Get laid?”
“We’re on our way to dinner.” Tenko can feel the warmth creeping down the back of his neck and he scratches at the prickly feeling growing there.
He hopes that Touya doesn’t notice it, but he isn’t surprised when his friend sees right through him. Touya stops in his tracks, doubling over in laughter. Tenko doesn’t stop walking even though he isn’t sure where they’re going. He pretends to occupy himself by the brightly lit neon signs of the downtown district.
“You’re fuckin’ pulling my leg.” Touya catches up to Tenko, still chuckling as he falls in step with his friend. “Tell me that you’re not serious.”
“Shut up, Touya.” Tenko’s shoulders hunch at the loud peal of laughter and the attention being drawn to them, but it takes a long time for his friend’s volume to finally die down.
He wonders why he’s even hanging out with Touya tonight. He could be back at the office working on new sketches – maybe the hero could look like that Hawks guy. All Might’s a blond... He shakes the thought from his head. It seems cliché to have another blond hero. Touya is still teasing him, but Tenko doesn’t have many friends in real life. He’s not going to snub his nose at Touya – even if the man likes to tease him.
He supposes that it’s something all friends do. Even if the man takes it too far sometimes and never apologizes for it; Touya at least has the decency to be quiet and look contrite when he’s done laughing. They walk for a few more blocks, sometimes in comfortable silence and sometimes talking about the latest round of glitches in Touya’s Villains League game spinoff. And every time Tenko asks where they’re going, Touya just says, to dinner. After nearly ten blocks, Tenko is tired of walking. He isn’t even sure what district they’re in anymore and he already wants the night to be over.
He pauses in front of another eatery and lets out a pained groan. The bright, neon sign above the door advertises traditional American cuisine and the screen below flashes images of big greasy burgers and much too large slices of pizza. His stomach rumbles at the delicious smells wafting out. “We’ve passed over thirty restaurants already. Where are we going?”
“Keep your shirt on. It’s just around the corner.” Touya gestures vaguely to the next intersection but doesn’t stop walking. “And stop worrying about the damn game. You’ll figure out the plot sooner or later.”
Tenko huffs softly, crossing his arms while he thinks about just calling it a night and dipping into the restaurant next to him by himself. The thought of coming this far though, of already wasting so much of his night, spurs him to jog and catch up to Touya just as the man rounds the corner.
He finds himself standing in front of a large building with chrome-covered walls. The windows are all blacked out with professional tint. A large, neon open sign is hanging in front of the one nearest the door. The door itself is a plain, matte black with a simple sign above the ledge: Lady Midnight’s
Tenko has only just realized exactly where Touya has brought him when the man grabs his shirt and practically shoves him inside. He’d like to say that he’s angry at being deceived, but in reality, he finds himself almost instantly entranced by the men and women walking around. They’re all scantily clad, each one with various levels of mechanical implants or prosthetics.
“See something you like, perv?”
Tenko hadn’t realized that he was staring until the blond man is invading his space and running a mechanical hand down his chest. His orange and black harness hides most of the metal covering the center of his chest, but his eyes – one crimson, and one cold cybertronic grey – are pinned intently on Tenko. His cock is twitching to life behind his slacks as the blond’s hand trails lower. He backs away awkwardly, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tries desperately to put some space between them.
“I– uh…” He looks to Touya for guidance and, thankfully, the taller man steps between them.
Touya trails the flier teasingly down the blond’s chest. “Hawks sent us.”
He leans in, whispering something that Tenko can’t hear and tucking something in the man’s pocket before pulling back. The blond smirks at him before taking the flier and sauntering away. Touya walks over to a nearby black-leather sofa and flops down, kicking his feet up on the small table in front of him. He picks up a small leatherbound menu and begins flipping through it.
“Gentleman, welcome, officially, to Lady Midnight’s.” A dark-haired man with a cybernetic leg and one mechanical eye sets down a tray with drinks for them. “I’m Shouta. I’ll be your host for tonight should you need anything. Please enjoy the drinks while we get your rooms ready.”
The man winks at him before retreating back behind the bar. Tenko rushes over to sit down next to him. He can feel the need to scratch at his arms and neck growing, but he tries his best to ignore it. “T – Touya, what are we doing here?”
“I mean, I know what I’m doing tonight. But…” Touya leans in close, wrapping an arm around Tenko’s shoulder and tapping on the image of the pretty blond with red wings. “I guess how your night goes is up to you.”
“I–” Tenko looks down at the price tag beneath Keigo’s photos and chokes on his own spit. He takes a sip of the drink Shouta had set in front of him to get the coughing under control before whispering in Touya’s ear. “I can’t afford anything here.”
Touya grins wide before sitting forward and grabbing his own glass. “Consider it a birthday present.”
Tenko downs the rest of his drink before letting out a soft sigh. “You stole your dad’s credit card again, didn’t you?”
Touya doesn’t get a chance to answer him before Shouta steps up to them and gestures towards a long, dimly lit hallway. “Gentlemen, your rooms are ready.”
He hesitates until Touya practically yanks him to his feet and then shoves him towards their host. The hallway is long, painted a warm, olive green and lined with rich, unmarked wood doors. The one that Shouta stops at looks like all the rest, except that Keigo is leaning in front of it, wearing nothing more than a black and yellow lingerie set and a sly, knowing grin.
“Have fun.” Touya claps him on the shoulder before wrapping an arm around Keigo’s waist and letting the blond pull him into the room.
Their lips are smashing together before they’ve crossed the threshold and Tenko finds himself watching the door close behind them. His cock twitches, straining almost painfully against his zipper and he’s suddenly very aware of where he is and who he’s with. He can feel his nerves starting to get the better of him as he stares at the now closed door. He wipes his sweaty palms on the front of his pants and then reaches up to scratch idly at his neck.
Shouta clears his throat softly before trailing his hand down Tenko’s shoulder to the small of his back. “This way.”
He lets himself be led to the end of the hallway and around a corner. Tenko’s eyes fall instantly on the young man in front of the first room – the man who’d been listed under the name, Deku. The man whose flier barely did him justice. Izuku is dressed in silky-looking black booty shorts and an iridescent, silver strappy harness that gleams with specks of pink and green when he shifts. Shouta leans in to whisper something in the young man’s ear. Whatever he says causes a beautiful blush to spread across Izuku’s freckled face.
The young man doesn’t say a word before grabbing Tenko’s hand and leading him slowly into the room. There’s several plush chairs, a sofa, and a massive bed along the far wall. He barely spares the room around them a glance though because the fingers on his wrist are gentle, yet firm. Izuku’s fingers are a smooth, cool metal that blends seamlessly into the soft freckled skin of his knuckles and Tenko can’t help but wonder how he’d lost them.
He’s still lost in his thoughts when he finds himself being pushed down onto a plush sofa. Izuku straddles him, grinding down softly as he settles on Tenko’s lap. Crimson eyes follow those metallic fingers as they trail down his chest, stopping to pop open each button of his shirt and then pushing it aside. Izuku’s touch is feather light as he pushes the shirt off Tenko’s shoulders and begins to rub the tense muscles there. It feels amazing and a low moan slips past his lips before he can stop it.
Warmth creeps over Tenko’s cheeks at the unintended outburst. “’M sorry.”
He tries to sit up, only to have Izuku push him back with a small chuckle. “It’s okay. You’re supposed to moan. If it’s not feeling good, I’m not doing my job.”
Soft lips press against his and Tenko can taste the green apple flavored lip gloss on them. He doesn’t think he’ll never smell the scent again without thinking about this moment right now. My first kiss and I don’t even know his real name.… There’s a soft lighting behind Izuku, haloing around those unruly green curls and making the young man look ethereal. Tenko doesn’t realize he’s staring until Izuku giggles softly.
“Sorry.”
The word is met with a shy laugh and Tenko turns his gaze downward to avoid those bright, round eyes. His attention is quickly caught by the way Izuku’s pale hands are slowly trailing over his own body, following the lines of his harness and brushing gingerly over those pert, pink nipples.
They trace patterns of freckles, and Tenko’s eyes follow where they go without thinking. “How did you… How did you lose them?”
“I don’t really remember.” Izuku hums softly, pulling his hands away from his chest and flexing his fingers experimentally. “Happened as a kid.”
“Is there…” Tenko swallows hard at the feeling of those fingers trailing along the nape of his neck and playing with his hair.
“More of me that isn’t human?” Izuku smiles, watching Tenko nod before leaning in and licking along the shell of the man’s ear. “Nothing that matters.”
Tenko swears that he can feel his cock leaking in his pants – hopes that Izuku can’t feel it or see it. If he does, he doesn’t indicate as much before standing and pulling Tenko to his feet. He follows willingly enough, letting Izuku lead him towards the bed across the room.
And for one bright, fleeting moment Tenko wants to run. What if he isn’t good enough? What if he isn’t big enough? What if Izuku laughs at his inexperience?
He isn’t sure that he could bear having the man who’d been his first kiss laugh at him. Tenko digs his feet in, stopping them just a meter or so shy of the bed. Izuku looks up at him curiously before running his warm hands up over Tenko’s chest and slipping his shirt off his shoulders. It falls to the floor and even though he’s mostly still clothed, Tenko feels laid completely bare.
When Izuku’s hands begin to trail down his arms, Tenko can’t help but look at the scars on the inside of his elbows, on the center of his chest and on the pulse points of his wrists – places where he’d scratched so badly that they were now just large white patches of scarred skin.
He can’t afford the biometric skin grafts to cover them. Hell, he can barely afford the expensive medicine needed to stop the itching. When he looks back up at Izuku, he can’t help but feel as if he’s looking at the most beautiful man in the world and that he’s nothing compared to Izuku.
He’s lost in those cruel thoughts, wondering how someone who likes Izuku could actually like him. He has to remind himself that he’s here because Touya is paying for this, that Izuku can’t say no to him. It makes his stomach turn sour and his cock go soft.
Izuku’s thumb lingers over the scar on the inside of Tenko’s left elbow, trailing small circles on the sensitive skin there before dropping down to the buckle of his belt. Tenko scowls softly, grabbing those delicate wrists and pulling Izuku’s hands away from him. “We don’t have to do this.”
The arms that wrap around him and pull him close are surprisingly strong. He can feel the warmth of Izuku’s chest and the coolness of the leather harness pressing against him in equal measure. He wants to sink into the fantasy, to pretend that this beautiful man likes him, but he struggles to let go.
“It’s okay.” Izuku smiles up at him, standing up on his tiptoes to press another kiss to Tenko’s chapped lips.
Izuku’s tongue dances along the crease of Tenko’s lips until they part, and it isn’t long before he finds himself succumbing to the sweet taste of green apple lip gloss. He wraps his arms around that slender waist and pulls the smaller man as close as he can. His cock twitches back to life at the feel of that lithe body against him.
His heart feels like it’s going to pound out of his chest but when he tries to pull away, those strong fingers tangle in his hair and hold him close. He feels breathless, almost weightless, when Izuku finally breaks the kiss and yet…
“I don’t even know your name.” They’re still close, still breathing the same air as Tenko shakes his head. “You don’t know mine.”
“Are names really so important?” Soft lips are pressing against his once more in a brief, chaste kiss and then Izuku’s hands are cupping the length of Tenko’s cock through his trousers.
Izuku squeezes softly, the movement pulling a small moan from Tenko’s throat, but still he backs away. “I haven’t… Before, I mean…”
“It’s okay.” Izuku slides down to his knees before Tenko can stop him.
He rubs his cheek along the length of Tenko’s cock before dipping his fingers into the waistband. Tenko feels like he should say something, but he isn’t sure what and he stays lost in that awkward indecision while Izuku works the zipper of his slacks down.
Cool air meets heated skin and Tenko hisses as his cock springs unceremoniously free. He’s never compared himself with anyone, but Izuku hums appreciatively while he slowly drags his hand down to the base and cups Tenko’s balls. He thinks to himself that he must at least be average, or if he is below, Izuku at least has the courtesy to not say anything.
Tenko’s never really looked at his cock before. Of course, he’s played with himself, fucked into his own slick hand when desire hit him or he couldn’t sleep, but he’s never really looked at his cock. He can’t help but look at it now. It’s pale and long, curving upward and slightly to the right. He likes the way it looks in Izuku’s hand. The head is a flushed, angry pink, leaking a string of pre that Izuku leans in and laps up eagerly.
The man’s tongue is soft and wet, and he kisses the head of Tenko’s cock before swallowing him down in one swift, smooth motion. It feels like his brain misfires, like it wasn’t real, like he didn’t feel that tight throat constricts around him for a split second before the feeling was gone. Tenko’s breath hitches in his chest as Izuku pulls back and begins to take him down again – this time, one agonizingly slow inch at a time.
He isn’t sure whether he wants to let his eyes flutter closed or watch as his cock disappears behind those plush, pink lips. It’s Izuku’s eyes that make the decision for him. They’re staring up at him through wet lashes while he continues to swallow around Tenko’s length.
Izuku holds himself with his nose nestled in light blue curls, his throat closing reflexively around the head of Tenko’s cock as he tries to breathe through his nose. Tenko tangles his fingers in those gorgeous, unruly curls and Izuku hums around his cock.
Cool air rushes in where warmth once was as Izuku pulls back and Tenko can’t seem to help himself. His hips buck forward, burying his entire length down the young man’s throat. He wants to apologize, but he can’t seem to form any sound other than a low, guttural groan as that coil in his gut starts to tighten.
His fingers tighten in Izuku’s hair, tugging him closer even as he ruts forward, burying his cock repeatedly down that warm, tight throat. One hand is gripping his thigh, the other is dipped in those impossibly small shorts Izuku is still wearing. Tenko doesn’t even realize that he’s close until he’s spilling down Izuku’s throat. His fingers grip tight into green curls, holding the young man there while Tenko basks in the feeling of Izuku’s throat swallowing around him.
It’s only when his cock stops pulsing does Tenko finally come back down to himself. That warm feeling in his core dissipates and when he looks down all he can see is those wet, emerald eyes staring up at him. He releases Izuku’s hair and backs away, mumbling apology after apology while the young man catches his breath. Tenko’s chest feels impossibly tight, flushed red with embarrassment as he tries to yank his pants back up. He nearly trips over himself when he feels a hand on his arm.
“It’s okay.” Izuku cups his face, and those soft, swollen lips meet his.
Tenko can taste the salty remnants of his own spend on the young man’s tongue. It’s oddly grounding, pulling him back into the moment and reminding him of where he is and why he’s even here. Izuku pulls him towards the bed and then pushes him down.
Izuku slips his shorts off and crawls on top of Tenko before the man can even think to move. His mind is still hazy from his release and the tender way Izuku’s fingers are trailing over his body. He mumbles sweet platitudes while kissing his way up Tenko’s body – hip, stomach, chest, scars... Tenko knows that it should feel good to hear those sweet words, but instead they sound hollow. He knows how he looks and–
“People tell me that I get lost inside my head a lot. I think you could give me a run for my money.” Izuku sits, straddling Tenko’s hips and grinding his slender cock teasingly against Tenko’s. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”
Izuku lays his head down on Tenko’s chest. The warmth of his body is comforting and before Tenko knows what he’s doing, he’s wrapping his arms around the younger man and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Tenko doesn’t want to ruin a good moment by giving voice to his own insecurities so he just shrugs his shoulders and hopes that Izuku will drop the issue.
It’s quiet for a long moment before Izuku lets out a sigh and looks up at him. “Why don’t you tell me your name?”
“My name?” Tenko looks down into those bright eyes and some foreign feeling tugs at his heart. It’s like he can see every curl bounce at the small nod, and all he wants to do is memorize every freckle smattered across Izuku’s nose and… fuck, I’m falling for a whore. Heat creeps across the back of his neck at the errant thought and Tenko has to turn his gaze from Izuku’s while he chastises himself for using such a vulgar word to describe someone so beautiful.
“You don’t have to give me a real one if you don’t want to.” Izuku sits up, planting his hands on Tenko’s chest and thumbing over pert, pink nipples.
Tenko can feel his cock twitching back to life under the press of soft balls against him. Izuku grinds down, a teasing smile on his face as he watches the reactions it pulls from the man beneath him. Deku isn’t his real name, of course. Tenko almost rolls his eyes at the thought of Touya giving out his gamer pseudonym, Dabi, and then he realizes that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Shigaraki Tomura.”
Izuku’s mouth drops open, eyes going wide with disbelief. The corners of his mouth curl up into a bright, genuine smile. “No way… You like the Hero Smash games too?!”
It’s Tenko’s turn to chuckle. The way Izuku’s face had lit up, was nothing like the practiced, sultry smile he’d used all night. This feels genuine, somehow, and Tenko shrugs his shoulders noncommittally. “I would hope so. I helped design them.”
“No way!”
Tenko isn’t prepared for the loud squeal that erupts from Izuku or the onslaught of information he’s bombarded with. Izuku’s practically tripping over his words, spouting off facts about his favorite game, a game Tenko helped design.
Izuku gushes openly about how much of a fan he is, about the merchandise he has lining the shelves of his apartment and how he’d stood in line for over three hours just so he could buy the last sequel with its limited-edition figure. He feeds Tenko’s ego, praising the ease of game play and the immersive plot line. He peppers the game designer with questions about the characters’ stats and their background stories until Tenko almost forgets that he has this beautiful man’s cock slotted against his.
“How is All Might going to return? That wound at the end of the last game… I thought it was fatal. I cried – I mean, I’m an easy crier so that’s not saying much, but this affected me for days.” Izuku leans down, resting his chin on Tenko’s chest and pinning him under a shy smile.
“AFO wounded him. Badly. But you never actually see All Might die…” Tenko chuckles softly, his hands coming up subconsciously to card through unruly green curls. Technically, he can get in trouble for this. “I’m not really supposed to be talking about it. We’re still a long time from release…”
Izuku grinds his hips down teasingly, and Tenko is suddenly reminded of how naked they both are. A soft, warm hand snakes down to stroke both of their cocks together. The pre leaking from Izuku’s slit makes the glide like silk. It feels surreal, but Tenko can’t stop watching those slender, mechanical fingers as they work over him.
He’s still staring when Izuku cants his hips upward and reaches behind himself. He moans freely, and Tenko feels struck dumb at the realization that Izuku is working himself open, preparing himself to take Tenko’s cock… his virginity. The sight before him is beautiful – slender brows pinching together and those plush, pink lips open and panting. For a moment Tenko can’t even remember what they were talking about.
“Please? Ah– I won’t say anything and...” Izuku bats his lashes at Tenko and then shifts upwards, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Tenko’s chin. “…I’ll make it worth your while.”
He can hear Touya’s voice in his head, teasing him about being so willing to spill his secrets, about falling for a boy in a brothel… Of course, Tenko knows it doesn’t really matter because he still hasn’t worked out exactly what is going to happen in the game yet.
All Might had to quit. The wound from the last game was too devastating, but someone had to be the symbol of peace. Someone needed to take his place, but how? And who? It feels wrong, trading information from a fan of the games. For the second time tonight, Tenko feels the rush of embarrassment.
“We don’t… De– Deku…” Tenko’s mouth feels impossibly dry. He tries to swallow the moan bubbling up his throat as his cock sinks into Izuku’s impossibly tight heat, but it slips out. “I– oh fuck… I mean, you don’t have to do this. I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Mmmm…” Izuku hums appreciatively, planting his hands on Tenko’s chest and lifting his hips. His eyes are trained on Tenko’s face, watching the way those light blue brows knit together as he starts to move. “I want you to fuck me.”
He watches his cock disappear into tight, wet heat. The way Izuku moves is like liquid, hips rolling, lifting, and dropping as Izuku effortlessly impales himself on Tenko’s cock over and over again. Tenko can feel that coil in his gut already tightening again. He grips plush thighs and ruts upward, burying his cock as deep as it will go.
“Oh– Fuck!” Izuku moans loudly and begins stroking himself in time with Tenko’s thrusts. “Just– just like that!”
Izuku bites his lip and strokes his cock furiously. Tenko knows that he isn’t going to last long at this rate, but when he tries to slow down, Izuku whines and begs him to go faster, harder. He does his best to last, but Izuku’s insides are sucking him in so deep and squeezing him so tightly that he’s barely holding on.
Izuku keens, his mouth hung open while his body trembles and he spurts ropes of white cum onto both of their stomachs. Velvety walls clench and flutter around Tenko’s cock, milking him of his orgasm until he’s spilling deep inside Izuku’s body.
Cold air rushes over Tenko’s spent cock as Izuku climbs off of him and collapses down onto the bed next to him. He doesn’t think before pulling the slender man into his arms but Izuku doesn’t seem to mind. He runs his fingers through Tenko’s hair, pulling a soft, contented hum from him.
“The new game is gonna focus on a young up and coming hero. Someone All Might passes his powers onto…” He shrugs his shoulders sheepishly. “I know that probably sounds like a cheat code…”
“I think it sounds cool. Makes his power unique.” He presses a kiss to Tenko’s cheek and then stands up and stretches his arms over his head. “He’ll pass it on to Le Million, right? That’s the logical choice.”
“I suppose.” Tenko shrugs noncommittally.
He’d thought about Le Million, but he’d known from the start of this story line that he wanted it to be a new character, someone his audience would fall in love with. He simply couldn’t come up with a character design that felt right.
He finds that it’s easy to talk to Izuku while they lay there wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s only when the buzzing of his phone becomes near constant that Tenko finally sits up. Seventeen missed messages from Touya and bubbles to indicate that he’s typing again. Tenko can’t help but chuckle at that. It’s only when he looks up to find Izuku cleaning himself up and getting dressed that realization slams into him
You’re so stupid, Tenko…
Maybe Izuku did like the games, but it was still his job to make sure Tenko felt loved and cared for and he’d succeeded. He’d made Tenko feel so special that he’d nearly forgotten that this beautiful man was being paid to be with him. He scowls, tossing his phone onto the bed and slipping his pants back on.
Idiot.
He’s lost in an avalanche of self-loathing when he feels those warm arms wrap around him from behind. What’s he supposed to say? That he caught feelings for the man? That he couldn’t separate reality from fantasy?
“Deku, I –”
“Izuku.” He slips Tenko’s phone into his pocket and then presses one last kiss to the taller man’s cheek before leaving.
He tries not to think about the way that last kiss had made his heart flutter or the way he secretly hoped to see Deku, no, Izuku, out in the hallway. By the time he reaches the lobby, Touya is pacing back and forth, no doubt, sending him another text message.
“About time!” Touya rambles on about Hawks, whose name is actually Keigo, but Tenko pays him little mind.
Listening to Touya talk about Keigo only makes him want to talk about Izuku. Thinking about All Might’s End just makes him think about Izuku. It’s only the buzzing of his phone in his pocket that pulls him out of his head.
[IZUKU]: Call me sometime?
His lips curl up almost instantly into a smile at the text message. Maybe he doesn’t know how the young new hero will rise, but Tenko’s pretty sure he’s going to have bright emerald eyes and a mop of unruly green curls.