The world swam back into focus, a hazy, nauseating carousel. My body felt like a battlefield, every muscle aching, every nerve screaming. This was day two of the lust quirk's assault, and it was winning. A constant, insistent thrum pulsed beneath my skin, a cocktail of nausea, lightheadedness, dizziness, and a horniness so intense it felt like a physical weight. It was all so… foreign.
I called in sick, my voice a raspy whisper, and trudged back to the dorm room. Home, the last place I wanted to be, was my only option. I pulled on comfortable clothes, grabbing a backpack, and slipped out into the corridor.
And then there he was, Bakugo, also in casual wear, a bag slung over his shoulder. He stopped me, his usual sneer twisted into a frown. "Where the hell are you going, Icyhot?"
I simply stated, "Home," and kept walking. I didn't want to deal with his explosions or his incessant need to compete, not like this. But I felt a sharp, hot flash of awareness as I passed him. That familiar, visceral reaction...
The walk home was a torment. With each step, the lust intensified, exhaustion battling with the uncomfortable heat that wouldn't dissipate. I stumbled into a deserted alley, panting, my body a mess of sweat and discomfort. My discomfort grew with the growing hardness pushing against my jeans. This was relentless.
And then, Dabi appeared, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. He leaned against the grimy brick wall, an unsettling predator observing his prey. He mocked me, each taunt a cruel twist of the knife. I tried to fight back, to summon my flames, but my body was too weak, too consumed by the effects of the quirk. It was getting worse. My vision swam, my muscles trembling, and the boner pressing against my pants became a focal point of my humiliation.
Dabi sighed, a strange mix of amusement and something else flickering in his eyes. He didn't laugh. Instead, he took me to his apartment. I barely registered the journey, blacking out almost the moment I hit his couch.
My dreams were disturbing. It was Bakugo, all snarls and raw force, taking me from behind. It was vivid, so real, and agonizingly, shamefully pleasurable. My body reacted, a low moan escaping my lips before I could stop it.
"Bakugo," I murmured, the name a desperate plea in the quiet room.
The sound jolted me awake. Dabi was back, an ice pack in his hand. His expression was unreadable, but there was an edge of curiosity. He'd heard me.
I sat up abruptly, my body instantly registering the renewed intensity of the lust. The heat was back, stronger than ever. I was hard again. I could feel Dabi's gaze, and a blush heated my face alongside the fever.
I shook my head, unable to meet his eyes. "Why... why are you being nice?" I asked, the words tumbling out. It didn't make sense. He was a villain.
Dabi sighed, his gaze drifting to the window. "I know what you're going through," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I went through it too. It's a pain in the ass." He smirked, the familiar cruel twist back in place.
I furrowed my brow, confused. "What?"
He explained, his voice laced with a strange weariness. "It's a lust-based quirk, right? They're most effective around water. It probably hit you pretty hard. It happened to me around your age."
I nodded slowly. That made some perverse kind of sense. "How do you get rid of it?" I asked, my voice tinged with desperation.
He laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Either take care of it yourself," he gestured vaguely with his hand, "or go after Bakugo." He said the last bit with a mocking smile, though his eyes held a strange intensity.
"Why are you really being nice to me?" I asked again, the question gnawing at me.
Dabi sighed again, his gaze meeting mine. "We're closer than you think, Shoto."
My confusion only intensified. That was a name I hadn't heard anyone aside from my family say.
Dabi continued, watching my face carefully, "I'm Touya."
The name hit me like a physical blow. Touya. My supposedly dead older brother.
Everything clicked into place. The way he looked at me, the familiarity in his taunts, the way he always seemed to know what I was thinking, and the look of pain in his eyes when he looked at me. It was all there, hidden in plain sight.
I nodded, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on my shoulders. "That makes sense," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
Dabi gave a slight, almost hesitant nod. "Yeah." He met my gaze again, the smirking facade gone, replaced with a quiet vulnerability. "Maybe we can… catch up? Once and for all? No strings attached?"
My throat felt thick, the weight of everything pressing down on me. But I looked at him, at Touya, my brother, and the answer came easily. "Yeah," I said, my voice gaining strength. "I would."
And that was just the start.