He looked across the room at a man bathed in sunlight from the adjacent window. A soft breeze was ruffling his curly hair. It was green, like a forest, his eyes just as much so. He was speckled with freckles like a doe, and his skin was a rosy pale. He stood up completely straight but relaxed. He had on a soft smile as he talked to the brunette next to him. He was wearing ballet clothes, complete with strap leggings. His smile, it was one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. The way his mouth turned up slightly and constantly, like he was genuinely enjoying talking to this woman. 

But not in a romantic way, in a you’re-my-best-friend-and-I-would-die-for-you way. He laughed a little louder and it sent chills down his spine. He wants to marry this man. 

The man looked over, finally noticing him there and called out, “Ah you must be Shinso. I’m going to be your new dance instructor. We have ten months before the movie, are you ready?”

Shinso smiled and said confidently, “let’s get to work.” 

***

“One two three four,” Midoriya snapped his fingers and Shinso went through the motions of his next song. He was going to be in a musical movie and had to learn tap and ballroom dancing. He had never danced before and turns out it’s hard as fuck. His legs were too stiff, his back was too straight, every move he made, Midoriya made a correction. He was getting better but it was two months in and he made barely any progress. 

“Shinso you need to relax. You’ll never make the motions you want to make if you’re this stiff,” his melodic voice said. 

Shinso sighed and stopped dancing. Midoriya paused the music. “Talk to me.” 

“We are going to run out of time and they are going to cast someone who actually knows how to dance.”

Izuku looked at him sternly and huffed. “You can do this. I will not give up on you and you’re not going to give up on yourself. I’m having a dance recital tomorrow and I want you to come. Look at all the dancers on the stage. I am very obviously not your body type. You are taller and more built than I am. Maybe seeing someone that looks more like you performing the same moves will help.”

“Maybe,” Shinso sighed. He was too tired for this. The stress of losing the role has been wearing on him more than he would like to admit. 

Suddenly a soft hand was gripping his face. Midoriya tilted his face left and right. He clicked his tongue. “You haven’t been sleeping well have you?”

He can’t hide anything from this beauty. He nodded. 

“Let’s go to the bar, loosen up a bit.” Midoriya said with a smile. 

Don’t lead me on. Don’t give me hope. After all this time they’ve spent together he only falls further and further in love. 

The way he laughs. 

The way his nose wrinkles when Shinso messes up the dance. 

The way his eyes crinkle when he, rarely, gets it right. 

His patience. 

His kindness. 

He loved his quirks. He loved them all. 

He loved him. 

But how could he possibly say that? He’s only known him for a month. He’s barely known him at all. But he just does. He can’t help it. So maybe this isn’t a good idea. 

“I’d love to go get drinks.” 

“Come on let’s go!”

“What about the rest of the lesson?”

“Let’s play hookie.” Izuku had a conspiratory smile. 

Shinso smiled. “Sounds good.” 

The two of them made their way to the bar, slight banter between them. They arrived and both sat at the bar. 

“So when you’re not performing, who are you?”

Who am I?

Hitoshi Shinso began his life at the butt end of everyone’s joke. He never really knew why he became an actor. Was it to prove something. That he didn’t deserve to get teased. That he didn’t deserve to get beaten up for simply existing. 

He had pride in his work. He was an amazing actor. But who was he when he wasn’t acting? Was there ever anyone there or was he just a blank slate who never had a personality until he was an actor? 

Midoriya noticed the strained face, the pause that was a touch too long. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked very gently, brushing his hand. Electricity flowed through their contact. Even Midoriya noticed. But he didn’t remove his hand, no, he held him tighter. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know who I am when I’m not acting.”

Midoriya’s eyes were softer suddenly. His lip pouted for a moment. He looked up with a small smile and said, “maybe I can help?”

Shinso looked at him with a raised brow. 

“I like the way you chuckle when I try to be funny. I like the way your eyes are so deep. I like the way you somehow look hotter when you’re tired.” 

Hotter?

“I like the way you dance, even if you don’t. You need to relax, and I know you can do it. I really like you Hitoshi Shinso.” 

Somehow, someway their lips met so naturally. No one thought before their lips met and neither of them thought once they were together. The kiss was brief, soft, they pulled back after a few seconds and looked deep into each other’s eyes. 

“Wanna take this somewhere else?” Midoriya said with a coy smile.

Shinso smiled back, “I would love to.” 

Chapter 2 

The second they reached Midoriya’s house they were on each other kissing passionately, barely taking a second to breathe. Shinso’s heart felt like it was beating for the first time since he was a kid. He felt like his true self was surfacing. 

He reached around for his waist and pulled Midoriya closer, taking a breath just so he could claim his neck. Midoriya tipped his neck to the side so he could be better access. He took advantage of this tilt of the head to bite and suck and absolutely devour this man. 

Midoriya felt his stomach pooling with warmth. Are they going all the way? They needed to talk about this before they made love. 

“Shinso,” Midoriya said, pulling back. 

Shinzo pressed a soft kiss on his mouth before replying, “yeah?”

“I want to continue but before we do, can we talk?”

He’s changed his mind, hasn’t he?

They sat down on the bed and Izuku played with his fingers. “I really like you.”

“But?”

“Do you like me? Or do you just…” 

Shinso kissed him again. “I feel the same way.”

“So will we like, date?”

“Do you want to?”

Midoriya nodded. 

“I want that too.” 

“Sorry I’m so awkward.”

Shinso kissed him and said,  “I like you that way.” 

They kissed again, and again, and again. Soft sweet kisses. Their heat had dyed down but now it was making a resurgence. Shinso rolled on top of him kissing his neck and rubbing up and down his chest before stripping him bare. He peppered kisses all over him before giving his hard length a single stroke. 

Izuku whined and arched his back. “Please, Shin-”

“Hitoshi.” 

Izuku’s eyes began to water. “Izuku.” 

“Izuku,” Hitoshi said, tasting his name on his tongue. It felt right. “Izuku,” he said, stroking him again. Izuku moaned loudly, trying to thrust into his hand. Hitoshi pinned his hip down, preventing him from getting any friction. Izuku wined. “Please Hitoshi.” 

“I’ll give you what you want.” Hitoshi jerked him off slowly, while Izuku whined. He pressed his thumb behind the head making Izuku squirm. “Do you have any lube?”

“In the drawer, so are the condoms.” Izuku cooed. 

Hitoshi lubed his fingers and massaged his entrance. Izuku squirmed and made soft noises of pleasure. Izuku gasped as he pressed on the bundle of nerves that absolutely drove him crazy. He came on his chest with a gasp.

“Are you ready?” He said gloving his thick dick. 

“Come get me.”

Hitoshi kissed his neck a few more times to relax him and then thrust to the hilt. 

“Nnnng!” He cried out. Izuku clenched the sheets as Hitoshi gave a steady harsh rhythm. Each thrust rocked his bed as Izuku groaned and gasped. His emotions were going crazy, he felt himself getting lost in the moment. Hitoshi had dreamed of this moment for a long time. The overwhelming feeling was making his orgasm rise prematurely. He hugged Izuku to his chest and rocked in and out with shallow thrusts. 

Izuku moaned and sighed as he was overwhelmed with the feeling. He felt full and overstuffed with his thick cock. He cried out as his orgasm came washing over him. He saw all white, his body became stiff as his back bowed in pleasure. 

But Hitoshi wasn’t done with him. 

No, his orgasm had faded enough he could thrust into him rough and rapidly. Izuku lost his mind, being able to do nothing but claw his back as he was ruined over and over. Hitoshi didn’t slow down for a second, bruising his prostate, over and over. Izuku felt another orgasm riding up, unable to contain his pleasure. He moaned loudly and fell backwards on the bed, spreading his legs further, welcoming his onslaught of rapid thrusts. 

Hitoshi came filling the condom with his seed warming Izuku’s stomach. 

He collapsed next to Izuku panting, out of breath. Izuku’s eyes were closed for a few moments. 

Izuku had this habit. When he was in a moment he would want to remember, he would close his eyes for a few seconds and just soak in the good energy. After every performance he did this. Now every moment he has with Hitoshi, he will do this too. 

“What are you doing?” Hitoshi asked in a soft voice.

“Absorbing the moment.” 

Hitoshi smiled and kissed his sweaty cheek. “I love how you do stuff like that.”

“Hm? Like what?”

“Artistic, and well, just genuine.”

Izuku chuckled. “That’s what I like about you actually, lot’s of actors I’ve worked with are fake. You can’t tell the difference between their acting and their real selves. You say you aren’t sure what your real self is but I don’t think that’s always a bad thing.”

Hitoshi smiled, very slightly. “Maybe you’re right.”

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