Stolen Fried Chicken

        Five years had passed since the day Touya revealed himself to Fuyumi and cut his fiery red hair. Things have happened since then. Natsuo was fourteen, Touya’s former age. Shoto was ten and developed his quirk not long after his scuffle with Endeavour. Shoto’s ability was the perfect creation. Half hot and half cold. So Enji trained and beat him and ignored Touya. Their mother had a psychotic break and burned the five-year-old not long after the training began. Their father sent her to a mental institution. 

  To Touya, all that was left was him and his siblings. The red-headed male expelled smoke from his lit cigarette. His father soon forgot his existence once the youngest Todoroki became his masterpiece, meaning Touya was able to get away with flaunting however many piercings he wanted and be whatever gender he chose. 

  Enji beat him black and blue when he found out. He didn’t agree with his choice, calling Touya his daughter on several occasions and purposefully using the wrong pronouns. Touya never felt the need to alter his name so at least there was no trouble with that. Endeavour went as far as to assign him into quirk marriages. Since Touya’s quirk was faulty and Shoto’s quirk existed Enji found another use for his son. The pro hero would assume Touya would be attracted to women once transitioning, but that didn’t sit right with the number one who wanted powerful grandchildren. Hence it wasn’t too uncommon that Touya would be set up with random guys from wealthy families. 

  The redhead smiled at the thought, there was one other thing his father wasn’t aware of. Touya was different from his siblings in another way. Touya was pretty certain he was gay. If Enji fully accepted Touya’s choice and tried setting up with daughters of aristocrats that would be one thing. However, Endeavour was naive enough to think if he was set up with males it would suddenly reverse his gender. Endeavour was wrong.

“Don’t smoke inside the house,” Enji grumbled, entering the living room to the sight of his eldest son taking a drag of his smoke whilst lazily lying around on the couch. “You have an engagement with the son of the Urazaka family. You don’t want to smell like a smoke factory.”

“Ya, whatever, old man.” Touya dismissively waved his hand at his father. Enji was calmer around him nowadays with his focus always on Shoto. He was tolerable to Touya’s presence within the house so long as he arranged him in a quirk marriage. 

“Don’t be that way. The Urazakas possess a water-related quirk lineage. It may cancel out the weak constitution you were unfortunately born with when you bear a child.” He ranted. 

When? When I bear a fucking child? Touya thought bitterly. “I’m nothing like you, dear dad. I don’t go out looking for someone to marry just so I can abuse and use them for a fucking child.” He sent a glare to his father, full of mockery and hatred. 

“How dare you speak to me like that,” Endeavour seethed. “I’m doing you a favour, no boy will be willing to marry you otherwise.” 

“Then I’ll just have to find a girl, wouldn’t I?” Touya teasingly jokes, ridding of his now finished cigarette. He knew it’d get an unfavourable reaction. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s a sin.”

“Not if I’m a guy.” Touya firmly retorted. Not this again.

“You’re not. You’re just going through a tomboy phase.” Enji insisted, attempting to keep his cool.

“A phase?” Touya repeated.

“You’re being silly, Touya. Snap out of your delusions and accept your purpose. You may not be a masterpiece but you have the potential to breed someone more powerful than All Might himself.”

“Do you hear yourself? You’re not getting that from me. I’m not some fucking tool, neither is Shoto.” The Todoroki snapped, feeling the agitation seep through his bones and the heat of his blue flames ready to lick the skin on his arms. At times like these, when the two got into arguments it was hard to suppress his emotions and lose control of his already volatile quirk. 

“Watch yourself. You live in my house. It’s my rules.” 

“Then I’ll leave,” Touya growled, removing himself from the couch to head towards the front door without another word. 

    Before Enji could respond to Touya’s outburst he slammed the door behind him. He needed to cool off and forget it. Fuyumi wasn’t present to be between the two of them. The only thing the redhead regrets every time he leaves the house is leaving his youngest brother behind. Touya gently clenched his fists. He hated it when Enji trained his little brother as he did to Touya. It wasn’t okay. But Touya couldn’t do anything to stop it, no one could. The rest of the household didn’t even exist to Endeavour. The only reason Touya hadn’t run away was to protect Shoto, and he couldn’t even do that.

Knowing the perfect place to cool off, he grabbed the phone from his pocket and dialled a familiar number.

“Sup pretty bird.”

  No one knew of his relationship with Takami Keigo, not even Fuyumi. It was just kept between them, and Touya liked it that way. Moments where he and Keigo could just relax in each other's presence with no worries, were rare, between Touya and his complicated household, and Keigo being the Number 5 hero, it was hard.

“Whatcha thinking about?” The blond looked up at him, his head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. The two were wrapped up in a flurry of blankets, holding each other in their arms as the moonlight seeped in from the windows.

“Nothing.” Touya smiled.

   Keigo wasn’t aware of his lover’s surname, and he intended to keep it that way. Keigo was also Hawks, a high ranking hero who just so happened to be colleagues with his dear old dad, and Keigo thought highly of him. Whether it was out of fear or not wanting to break Kiego’s perception of his childhood idol, Touya kept his mouth shut. Somehow he had a feeling breaking the news and telling the winged hero that his idol was an abusive piece of shit would put a damper on the relationship.

  The blond lightly traced the scars upon Touya’s bare chest. Keigo was aware of Touya’s plights with his father about being transgender and that was about it. Keigo had accepted him either way and loved the red-haired male just the same. At the end of the day, only Keigo and Fuyumi knew of the surgery.

Keigo rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. “What time is it?”

Touya sat up, grabbing his discarded phone from the bedside table. “Seven-thirty.”

“Want some dinner?” The blond smiled up at him lovingly. It wasn’t uncommon for the bird to urge the redhead to stay longer at his apartment than he probably should. 

“What’d you have?” Touya drawled, the tiredness clear in his voice. 

Hawks chuckled. “Fried chicken, what else?” 

“Shouldn't've expected anything else.”  The Todoroki pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. 

   The two were in Hawks’ living room, enjoying their fast-food meal. It was something the couple wouldn’t consider a date but instead just enjoying each other's company. Their relationship was an official to them, yet they barely had time for one another, usually only having time for weekly visits. 

  Keigo was close to Touya on the sofa, nearly straddling him as the redhead went for a piece of food. “Touya! Don’t steal my fried chicken!” He whined, attempting to reach the chicken in his grasp, but Touya was too tall for the small hero and he was having too much fun. 

“Relax, pretty bird just wanna feed it to ya,” He grinned cheekily as he held the piece of fried chicken in front of Hawks’ face. “Can I?”

  The proposition made the winged hero blush. “Yes please,” He opened his mouth expectantly and hummed when his lover fed him. Keigo immediately went for a kiss once the chicken was in his mouth, only to be rejected by Touya. 

The blond frowned and leaned in once more, pouting his lip.

“Gross, I’m not gonna kiss your chicken lips.” 

“You love these chicken lips~” Keigo tested. 

  He licked his lips and Touya couldn’t hold back anymore, leaning in to meet his boyfriend halfway. The kiss was breathless and messy, Keigo digging his talons through Touya’s scarlet hair while Touya hooked his arms around the bird's neck. 

 After a few passionate moments, Touya pulled away hesitantly, his breathing heavy. “You bet I do.” 

  Hawks grinned and the kiss continued, turning into a full-out makeout session. The fire user could taste the fried chicken from Keigo’s meal as he unhooked his arms and began stroking his cheek with his thumb. 

warning: steamy suggestive content!!!

  It wasn’t long before the two got restless and Touya shifted his hips forward, earning a small groan from the hero. Keigo grinned into the kiss as he grinded in return.  

  Once again Touya was the one to pull away, keeping his face inches away from the winged man. He leaned into the blond's ear, nibbling the cartilage. Hawks moaned at the sensation. His mouth soon moved over to the man’s neck, tugging his turtleneck down to gain access. Touya kissed Keigo’s skin all over, soon biting down to leave an expanse of marks. 

“Touya~” The blond shuddered with each kiss, continuing to move his hips to gain friction against his lover. 

  Without moving his lips away from Hawks’ neck, he began removing his fur beige jacket, revealing the winged hero’s slim leotard. Touya’s hands wandered around his boyfriend's body, savouring every intimate touch. Hawks hips buckled at the touch and he whined in pleasure. 

“Touya, please,” 

Touya lifted his head so his nose could touch Keigo’s. “Please what, little dove?” 

Hawks moaned as his lover firmly grabbed his ass, making him stutter. “P-please take me.”

“As you wish.” The redhead smirked, chastely kissing the bird before Keigo was the one to pull away this time. 

“Bedroom.”

*end of steamy suggestive content 

    The couple were back in bed, cuddled under the covers. Hawks had his right arm draped around Touya’s chest as they relaxed in silence. “I never want this moment to end.” He hummed happily.

Touya sighed and reached over to check his phone on the nightstand. Well past midnight. He carded his fingers through his lover’s golden hair. “Sorry pretty bird, but I gotta get going soon.”  He began getting up, leaving the warmth of his boyfriend and the various blankets, retrieving his pants from the bedroom floor.

Keigo frowned, glancing up to meet his turquoise eyes. “Can’t you stay for like ten more minutes?” He complained, holding Touya by the arm in attempts to stop him from leaving the bed. 

“My sister would probably kill me if I didn’t make it home.” 

“You wound me~” Keigo dramatically responded, retrieving his shirt from the end of the bed. 

   Leaving the comfort of Kiego’s apartment to return to his house was the worst feeling--sure he could move in with his bird boyfriend--but their relationship was secret, and leaving his siblings alone with that monster didn’t feel right. So alas they continued the routine of saying goodbyes.

“I’ll see you next week?” The blond reaffirmed, the two were at the door, ready to part and go their separate ways. Their relationship was strictly limited to weekly visits due to their busy lives. That didn’t mean they didn’t text or call each other in between.

“Yep.”

     Fuck, I didn’t mean to stay at Kei’s that long. Touya cursed himself, walking through the city back to the Todoroki estate. It wasn’t unusual for him to be out and about, but never past three am. Touya couldn’t complain much though, he enjoyed the night. Better than returning home and facing his father after the argument they had.

“I was wondering where you’ve been.” Fuyumi greeted him at the door, looking at him smugly. Even if she didn’t know about Keigo, his sister was smart enough to know something was up.

Touya sighed, kicking off his shoes and entering the house. “Please leave it alone.”

Fuyumi returned her gaze to her open book. “Don’t worry, he’s not home right now.”

Touya let his shoulders slump, relief washing over him, glad he wouldn’t have to deal with Enji today.

“I heard about yesterday.”

“Yumi--”

“You shouldn’t provoke him, you know. He’s only doing what’s best for us. He has good intentions, he’s just a little slow.”

“Yumi, forcing me into a fucking quirk marriage isn't helping!” Touya raised his voice a bit.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone you like! He’s keeping you under his roof, the least you could do is give him a chance!” Fuyumi reasoned.

  Touya took a deep breath. Once again he found himself reminding himself that no one knew of his already existing relationship. He knew it was unfair to keep things from her, she was the one he trusted most. Yet over the years, she began coming up with excuses for their father, believing he was changing for the better. He knew it was a bunch of fucking bs.

“I’m not talking about this right now, I’m tired.”

“Tou--”

“No.”

   Touya stormed through the halls, decidedly ignoring his younger brother’s room to go straight to his own. His body ached and he truly needed a nap, the mental exhaustion from dealing with his father and Fuyumi catching up to him. He flopped upon his mattress face first, ready to let sleep consume him, tuning out the rest of the world is what he needed.

“Touya-nii?” A small voice interrupted him, The red-haired Todoroki got up and turned his head toward his door, noticing the small bi-coloured hair boy peeking through. It was odd for the child to be up so late at night, but Touya’s arguing must’ve awoken him. 

“Ya, Sho?” Touya replied in a soft voice, softer than he would’ve spoken to any other of his siblings.

“I heard you and Fuyumi-nii, are you okay?” The young child said, stepping into the room, the older Todoroki noticing the bandages around his legs.

“I’m fine, Sho.” He assured his younger brother. “Are you?” He combed his fingers through Shoto’s red and white locks, he snuggled closer to him.

“Dad did some training today. He was angry you weren’t home.”

Touya frowned. Why the fuck did Enji think it was alright to abuse Shoto just because he was out? The thought of it made him angry.

“You’re okay now though, right?” The redheaded male knew how harsh their father could get during ‘training’.

Shoto nodded. “Just a few small burns. He was angry I overheated.”

“Well, he’s stupid,” Touya replied, ruffling his brother's hair once more.

“Were you going to sleep?” The young boy asked, melting into Touya’s warm embrace.

“Ya.”

“Can I join?” Shoto softly asked, knowing the moments he shared with his older brother were rare.

Touya smiled. “Of course.”

    He woke up alone, Touya turned to his side and noticed Shoto was missing. He must’ve left once their father came home. Touya groaned. It was now later at night, according to the dark sky outside his bedroom window.  The red-haired male had no desire to sleep, feeling restless, yet his body felt off. Deciding it was finally time to eat, Touya hefted himself off his bed and towards the kitchen.

“What’s that smell?” Touya loudly complained once seeing Fuyumi in the dimly lit kitchen, using the microwave.

“It’s just popcorn?” She replied confused, turning around. “You don’t like it?”

Touya shook his head. “Forget it.” He then yawned.

“You’re tired?” The elder Todoroki raised her brow. “You spent most of the night out...”

“I dunno,” Touya replied lazily, opening the fridge and reaching in to grab a pop. “Maybe I’m just tired of dealing with dad’s bullshit.” He popped open the can in a harsh manner.

Fuyumi didn’t reply. Of course, she was sensitive toward the topic. She liked staying ignorant.

“Night, Yumi.”

“...Goodnight, Touya.”