Shouta waits.

At Hitoshi’s bedside, he waits.

Looking him over, at the ties holding him to the bed, like a pinned butterfly; he can’t escape. He’ll never be able to escape. Shouta needs to keep him safe. Safe and happy. Happy and safe.

Here. Never anywhere else. Not again.

(Kidnapping, yandere (?) Aizawa, dub-con, bondage, lots of angst, first times, etc)

He looks so peaceful right now, but Shouta knows he’s starting to stir. It’s evident in the flutter of his eyelashes, the way his mouth parts ever so slightly and then shuts again He’s starting to wake up. Soon, the peace will be over. He’ll wonder why he’s here. He’ll fight.

He’ll hurt Shouta. But he needs to stay.

For his own safety.

For Shouta’s safety.

It’s selfish. Shouta’s realized that long before now. Hitoshi’s here because Shouta needs him here. It is better for him, but above all, it’s better for Shouta. Better for both of them. A win-win situation. He just hopes Hitoshi will eventually see that.

Hitoshi’s such a good kid. So logical. So much like Shouta himself. So much like a boy long gone. Every day, he reminds Shouta of himself and Oboro. With every movement. With every word he speaks. The two of them, the person Shouta once was, live on inside Hitoshi.

Hitoshi’s eyelashes flutter. His fingers flex, curling into fists and then letting up. He sighs. It’s almost time. Shouta sits forward, waits, holding his breath, as Hitoshi stirs. He looks so beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

Beautiful and fragile.

His arms pull at the bindings, slowly, he’s still waking up. Shouta leans forward, waiting. He’s always loved watching Hitoshi. Always. In class, in training, anywhere he sees him. Hitoshi always has his attention. Shouta’s eyes are only for Hitoshi.

But Shouta’s never given in to what he wants.

Until now, it’s been off limits.

Hitoshi’s been off limits. But not anymore.

Shouta smiles. Hitoshi pulls again, making a quiet noise as he tries to pull his arms down and away.

Won’t Hitoshi be happy?

Eventually he will be. He’ll realize.

Shouta moves, going to sit on the bed. It’s still hard moving, with half of one of his legs missing. He’s not used to it. It’s only been a few weeks, but he wonders if he’ll ever get used to it. If it’s ever something that will become normal.

He grabs onto the bed frame to steady himself, moving to sit on the end of Hitoshi’s bed, just barely beyond where his feet touch. He looks so small like this, even though he’s always been such a tall boy. He looks small. Young. Vulnerable. Shouta knows he is.

Not because of anything of his own doing.

No, Hitoshi’s heart is good. Maybe too good. That’s what makes him vulnerable. He wants so bad to be a hero. He’ll do anything asked of him by those in power.

Anything the commission asks of him.

Shouta knows who the real villains are now. He’s always had an inkling, an idea, something sitting at the back of his mind. Maybe that’s why he became an underground hero in the end. But he’s sure of it now. He knows.

‘He needs to be at the front lines.’

They told him.

‘All of this could’ve been prevented with that quirk of his.’

They said.

‘The war could’ve been stopped.’

They insisted.

‘Hero society would still exist.’

They claimed.

Like it’s all Hitoshi’s fault. Hitoshi’s fault for being a kid, for being one kid, for having a quirk he never asked for. Like it’s all up to Hitoshi. Like they can put the weight of the world on a single kid’s shoulders and expect him to succeed.

Dear Aizawa Shouta,

We, the Hero Public Safety Commission are writing to you out of courtesy, not necessity.

Shinsou Hitoshi, your student and protege, will be joining our hero training program.

We will be getting him ready to participate in the next wave against us. We’ve observed him and decided that he belongs on the front lines. Surely you understand the use his quirk has, especially against the villains we’re up against.

You will personally turn him in to us this coming Monday. This gives you three days to say goodbye to him. If you do not do so, he will be taken by force. This is a courtesy and reward for serving us well.

Sincerely,

The Hero Public Safety Commission

Shouta still remembers every word of it. Every mark on the paper. He’s read the letter over and over, again and again. He’ll never forget it.

Shouta glances down, at the missing part of his leg. He can still feel it there. Phantom pain, the doctors called it. Such a simple term for how it feels. Hitoshi’s seen him, of course, and unlike everyone else, he doesn’t look at Shouta with pity.

Hitoshi’s eyelashes are fluttering.

He’s starting to wake up. Slowly. Shouta hears him groan quietly, knows what it’s like to come out of the deep sedative sleep Shouta put him in. He reaches out, putting a hand on Hitoshi’s leg and patting him slowly.

He’s trying to be of some comfort, because waking up is going to be bad. Horrible, even. Hitoshi will be confused. The sedative will linger in his young body, making the confusion even worse. Shouta can explain to him, but he might still have no idea what’s going on.

That’s okay, though. Shouta can care for him. Will care for him. He has all the time in the world now. There’s no more teaching. No more hero work. Shouta earns his living doing vigilante work on his own time. Bounty hunting for people who need it.

People who, of course, don’t care that Shouta’s name is high on every wanted list in the country. People who don’t care that Shouta’s been dragged through the mud, called a traitor and a danger to society and everything in between.

Everyone knows he’s the one who took Shinsou.

Shouta couldn’t have made it any more obvious.

He got the letter. The next day, both he and Shinsou were gone. Vanished into thin air. Like they’d never existed in the first place.

Then, Shouta’s face was on every news program. His name was on every paper, every magazine.

So much for rewarding him for serving the commission well.

They took the first chance to make him into the villain.

They’re the ones who want an innocent kid on the front lines.

Hitoshi’s eyes flutter, blinking open for a moment before sliding shut again, as if he can’t keep them open. Shouta leans forward, watching intently, his eyes flickering over Hitoshi’s beautiful face.

He was enraged when he learned that his kids were going into war.

But the agreement had been that they’d stay on the sidelines. That isn’t how they ended up, but that’d been the initial agreement.

With Hitoshi, the commission is skipping all formalities, sending him to the front.

A death sentence.

All on the off chance that he might be able to brainwash Shigaraki.

Throwing a kid away all because he might be useful.

Shouta stares at his leg.

He’s not

Putting Hitoshi

Through

That.

The letter broke him.

Into pieces, millions of them. Billions. Shouta made a choice. A selfish choice. A choice that was right for the both of them.

He’s broken into too many pieces to put back together again.

Hitoshi’s eyes open. They stay that way this time.

Hitoshi’s eyes blearily come to a focus on Shouta. They’re watery, like he might already start crying without even knowing what’s going on. He opens his mouth, his red lips parting, but he makes no sound. He doesn’t even cry out.

Such a good boy.

Shouta loves him so.

So much. More than anything in the world. He’s always been his favorite.

It was the idea of losing him that broke Shouta into billions of pieces. That was the catalyst. Out of everything, it was that.

Oh, but that love was always forbidden. There were so many labels. Mentor and protege. Teacher and student. Shouta was never able to love him like he should’ve. He never would’ve been able to had he handed him over to the commission.

But now—

Now he can. Because they’re not any of those things anymore. Because Hitoshi is safe here, with him, and nowhere else. Because no one else will ever be able to get to him again. No one can take him away from Shouta. They’re free to be whatever they want.

Freedom. That’s what he and Hitoshi have now. They’re free from the grips of hero society and the commission and UA and anyone who wants to keep them apart. Free. They’re so free now. Nothing will ever separate them again, not as long as Shouta has Hitoshi here.

Hitoshi’s such a logical boy. He’ll understand. He trusts Shouta. He’ll see that they’re free now. That Shouta has always loved him more than anything.

Shouta smiles at Hitoshi.

Hitoshi blinks at him, his eyes bleary and unfocused.

“It’s okay,” Shouta assures him quietly, leaving his spot on the end of the bed to crawl up to where Hitoshi is. Hitoshi’s violet eyes follow him, until Shouta is right next to him, kneeling on the bed with him, leaning over him.

Only then does he do what he’s been wanting to since the first time he saw Hitoshi.

He kisses him.

He closes his eyes and leans down and presses their lips together. He holds Hitoshi’s cheek, stroking it gently. It’s chaste, but Hitoshi’s so warm against him and not fighting back and his red lips are parted, so Shouta takes his chance and pushes his tongue into his mouth.

“Sen—”

He thinks the choked noise Hitoshi makes is half of ‘Sensei’. Shouta’s not his teacher anymore, but that’s alright. He still likes the title. He presses down further, pushing Hitoshi into the mattress, into the soft sheets he picked out just for him.

Hitoshi makes another choked noise. Shouta laps it up like he’s a starving man. In a way, he is. It’s been so long since he’s kissed anyone.

He hopes—prays, wants, needs—that he’s Hitoshi’s first kiss.

Hitoshi’s always been in love with him. Shouta isn’t a fool. He knows. And Shouta’s always wanted to take advantage of that, to tell him just how much he returns his feelings. Hitoshi’s never talked about liking anyone else. It’s always been Shouta.

God, he wants to be Hitoshi’s first.

First kiss. First love. First time.

Shouta wants to take his virginity. He’s going to. Tonight.

Shouta pulls away from Hitoshi. Lets him breathe, just for a few moments.

He smiles down at him.

Hitoshi’s eyes are a little clearer. Just a little sharper. Like he’s waking up more and more as the moments pass by. The confusion is there and evident, just like Shouta expected.

He has no idea where he is.

Which makes sense. Shouta didn’t tell him about this or anything. He’d just given Hitoshi the water laced with sedative and watched him down it all after training, trusting his teacher too much to question the odd taste.

And now he’s here.

Shouta knows it feels like no time has passed. But it’s been a couple days. Shouta kept Hitoshi under while he made his preparations, while the two of them vanished into thin air, never to be seen or heard from again. He can’t expect Hitoshi to understand.

Not right away, least. He will eventually. But not now.

Shouta just has to make sure he feels safe now. Safe and loved. That’s the most important thing.

“Sen—Sensei,” Hitoshi chokes out, his voice coming out hoarse from not using it for days. Shouta strokes his cheek and Hitoshi’s eyes flicker to his hand, growing a little wider. He pulls at his bindings and those eyes grow huge as he realizes.

Realizes that he’s bound here.

Realizes that he can’t move.

Realizes that Shouta’s the one who’s trapped him here.

Realizes that it’s just the two of them.

Realizes that Shouta’s the villain right now.

“It’s okay,” Shouta says again, stroking Hitoshi’s cheek. A tear escapes his eye and rolls down his face, right onto Shouta’s thumb. Shouta wants to lean down and lick it up, taste every part of Hitoshi he possibly can.

He wants Hitoshi to understand.

“They were going to take you away from me,” Shouta says softly, softer than he’s ever spoken before, his voice breaking as he remembers the letter again, the twisted words that’d been written there. He wipes the tear from Hitoshi’s cheek.

“They were going to put you somewhere horrible. They were going to make you go onto the front lines of war,” Shouta tries to put it all delicately, but it’s impossible. The words are horrible and horrifying. There’s no way to make them any better. He can’t sugar coat this.

Hitoshi was going to be turned into a child soldier, forced into a training regime that’s killed kids before. He was going to have his dreams crushed. He had been given a death sentence, all because of his quirk. Shouta had to rescue him from that.

Maybe in another life, things worked out differently.

Maybe there, there was no war. There, Shouta still had his leg. Or maybe there, there’d been no letter. There, he and Hitoshi were still teacher and student, still training together, Hitoshi on track to be a hero.

Oh, how Shouta wishes Hitoshi could be a hero. Not for any selfish reasons, but because out of anyone, Hitoshi truly deserves it. He’s worthy of it. He has what it takes. And yet, that all would’ve been taken away from him one way or another.

“What—?” Hitoshi manages to get out, his voice cracking as he tries to speak. Shouta stares down into his eyes, at the confusion he sees there, at the way he can tell his mind is trying to wrap itself around what’s going on but can’t. Not completely.

“It’s okay,” Shouta reminds him with a sad, sad smile. This isn’t where Hitoshi is meant to be, but it’s where he belongs now. All because of that letter. “You’re safe here, baby boy. I’ll protect you. No one’s going to take you away from me ever again.”

Shouta truly believes every word he says.

“We’re free now,” Shouta smiles a little wider. “Just you and me.”

Hitoshi pulls at his bindings, but doesn’t protest.

"See? It's alright," Shouta's so happy. So happy that Hitoshi's here with him. So happy that he's not fighting and protesting. Hitoshi's so smart. Maybe he knows this is for the best.

Hitoshi coughs, and manages to get out another question, "W-Who?"

Shouta didn't really want to get into this, if he's telling the truth. He didn't want to lay the details out on the table quite yet. He knows Hitoshi will understand the more he explains to him, but it's so much, and Hitoshi is just waking up. Shouta's not sure he can handle it.

"It doesn't matter," Shouta whispers, moving a little more, pressing Hitoshi down into the soft sheets as he swings his body over his. He leans down, his long black hair draping down and brushing against Hitoshi's cheeks.

Another tear escapes Hitoshi's eyes.

"Sensei, please," Hitoshi begs, but Shouts doesn't give in. Can't. Not right now.

He kisses him again, and hears Hitoshi gasp underneath him as their lips touch. This time, Hitoshi stiffens more, but he doesn't pull away.

They both want this too badly.

At least, that's what Shouta thinks. And Shouta can't stop himself. He runs his hands down Hitoshi's body, feeling every inch of him, taking his time as he kisses him. Hitoshi's so warm, his lips feeling like heaven against him. Shouta can't believe he waited so long.

It all seems so useless now. The waiting. The holding back. He always just should've taken what he wanted. They both deserved it. Hitoshi deserved to know that someone loved him back, that Shouta feels every ounce of love towards him that Hitoshi feels for him.

There will be no more waiting, Shouta decides. He has to live in the moment now. There's no other way to live. He can't live in the past anymore; it's too painful. And he can't live in the future because he has no idea what it'll bring. There's only one choice left.

When Shouta pulls away, he goes directly for Hitoshi's exposed neck as Hitoshi gasps for breath, again pulling at his bindings.

Shouta kisses, smothering him with his lips, nipping and biting to leave his mark on him. Claiming him as his. Because he is.

Even though no one else will ever see it, Shouta wants to leave marks on him. Hitoshi tastes so sweet under his tongue, his throat pulsing as he gasps for air.

Shouta slides a hand up, slipping it around his throat, and presses.

"Sensei-!"

Panic fills Hitoshi's breath. It fills his eyes when Shouta tilts his head to look back up at him, flooding through his face, the tears falling down, down, down, dripping down his face, off his chin. Shouta catches one on his tongue.

He squeezes at the sides of Hitoshi's neck. Not enough to hurt. Or at least, not enough to hurt a lot. Just enough that he can control Hitoshi's breathing.

Of course, he won't go any further.

He's just curious.

He just wants to see what Hitoshi will do.

Shouta's cock is twitching in his pants, quickly filling out as he watches the panic in Hitoshi's violet eyes. He squeezes just a little harder against his throat, marveling at how small Hitoshi is, how easy it is to choke him with just one hand. It's unbelievable.

Hitoshi's eyes are wide open now. He's fully awake, as awake as he'll get with the sedative still running rampant through his system.

He kisses Hitoshi again, squeezing his throat, stroking his lips with his tongue.

Hitoshi makes a choked- actually choked, this time- noise and lets Shouta in, Shouta pressing into his mouth, his tongue tangling with Hitoshi's as the boy whimpers under him. The sound goes straight to Shouta's throbbing cock.

He's fully hard now. Ready to take Hitoshi's virginity. He's sure of it now, from the way he's reacting: Hitoshi's never had anyone else before. How many times has he thought about this? How many times has he fantasized about Shouta taking him for the first time?

Was it like this in those fantasies?

Probably not.

Shouta breaks away from Hitoshi and finally slides his hand from his throat.

Hitoshi sucks in a deep, gasping breath and stares up at Shouta with panic still in his eyes.

"I'd never hurt you," He says, smiling as Hitoshi tries to catch his breath under him. He sits up, straddling Hitoshi's hips now, the bulge in his pants obvious and on display for Hitoshi to see. The boy's eyes drop to it.

It's then that he seems to realize what Shouta wants.

"Sensei- Aizawa-" Hitoshi gasps out, voice breaking even more now, like he isn't sure what to say. He bites his lip, stares up at him, the fear evident in his face even though Shouta just told him that he'd never hurt him. "Please..."

He really does want this. Shouta smiles brighter, looking down at his boy, at his one and only, at the kid who captured Shouta's heart the moment he saw him a year ago. It'd been love at first sight, and Shouta had fallen hard for Hitoshi.

It feels good- warm, tingling, arousing- to know that Hitoshi wants this too, that he's already begging for it.

"It'll feel good," Shouta assures him, reaching up to stroke his cheek again. "Haven't you thought about this before? I have. So many times."

Hitoshi's eyes flicker away for a moment, but dart back to his. He bites down harder on his lip, but nods slowly, almost hesitantly.

"Good," Shouta praises him, like he's praising Hitoshi for getting a good test grade. "I love you, Hitoshi. I've always wanted you."

"Isn't this good?" Shouta goes on, watching Hitoshi's face closely. "I couldn't have you as my student. But we're not teacher and student anymore. I can love you like you want me to."

Hitoshi is silent. Silent and still, staring up at Shouta, taking his every word in.

"I'm not Sensei or Eraserhead anymore," Shouta tells him, smiling again. He's never smiled so much in his life. "I'm just Shouta. I'm not in danger anymore. And neither are you. You're my life now. We can build a new one together."

A new life. A new Shouta. A new Hitoshi.

No one will ever try to take Hitoshi away again.

Shouta's got him right here. Forever. And Hitoshi will understand eventually.

"You..." Hitoshi is struggling, but that's alright. That's expected. He can't blame him. "...You love me?"

Hitoshi blinks up at him. More tears roll down Hitoshi's cheeks. Shouta reaches out to brush one away and licks it from his fingertip, his cock throbbing hard.

Hitoshi's tear is salty. And he wants more. He wants to taste him in every way, to show Hitoshi how good Shouta can make him feel. Isn't that what Hitoshi wants? To feel good? Of course it is. Shouta knows exactly how to do it.

"I've loved you since I first saw you," Shouta whispers, every word out of his mouth completely genuine. Because he did. He remembers thinking how cute Hitoshi was, how much he reminded him of his past self, long gone and dead. He remembers being endeared by him, interested.

Wanting more.

Always more.

Taking Hitoshi under his wing, that love at first sight growing and growing into something real, something tangible, something anyone with eyes could see.

He grinds himself against Hitoshi, almost without realizing it, his throbbing cock desperately seeking some sort of stimulation. He gasps, and Hitoshi's eyes cloud over with something- love? Arousal? Want?- but Shouta isn't exactly sure what.

His cock is so hard that it hurts and under him, Shouta can feel Hitoshi getting hard. He's dressed in only and oversized sleep shirt, one that hides absolutely nothing as his body starts to react to Shouta's. He makes a noise, but Shouta can't tell if it's a whimper or a moan.

"I didn't know," Hitoshi stutters, his voice growing more and more broken as his cock hardens. His face is totally red now, as Shouta can see just from a glance at him, and the panic is still in his eyes, but there's something else. Fear? Love?

Those don't look that different.

Shouta slips a hand down, under Hitoshi's sleep shirt.

Hitoshi lets out a sob.

Shouta just smiles as he pushes the shirt up, revealing Hitoshi's half-hard cock.

Fuck, he looks beautiful. Even better than the glances he'd catch in the shower, when Hitoshi would leave the curtain a little too open.

His cock is long and thick, much more than Shouta expected. At the base is a patch of thick curly violet hair, and when Shouta brushes his hand through it, it's so soft and his cock twitches at the stimulation, betraying how much Hitoshi wants Shouta.

Shouta will give him anything he wants, no matter what that is.

It takes some maneuvering, but Shouta finds the bottle of lube he has on the bed and uncaps it, pouring some into his fingers. Only then does his wrap his hand around Hitoshi's cock, stroking him slowly.

Base to tip, rubbing gently at the head of his cock, so slow as Hitoshi hardens in his hand.

"I love you," Shouta reminds him, the words coming easily as he touches Hitoshi, stroking him and giving him the pleasure he obviously wants so badly.

"You can have anything you want here," Shouta murmurs, not giving Hitoshi any time to respond to him. He keeps going on as he strokes and squeezes Hitoshi, "Anything at all. I'll work as a vigilante to provide for us and you can stay here. We can even have cats if you want."

Shouta's already tried to stock Hitoshi's room with everything he thinks he might want. There's stuffed animals, a multitude of pillows and blankets and everything soft. There's books to read, video games to play, walls to paint or draw on.

Shouta even has a computer for Hitoshi, complete with child locks that prevent him from accessing any type of chat or forum. It's everything he could ever want. Hitoshi will never need anything else. Shouta can give him everything.

Someday, he hopes that Hitoshi will trust him enough again that Shouta will be able to take him out. Hitoshi would do so well with vigilante work and it'd satisfy whatever hero cravings he still has in his heart. It's all so perfect. They can live an idyllic life here. Together.

Shouta switches his technique, rubbing at the head of Hitoshi's cock as he talks, squeezing and paying special attention to it as he talks, "We can get as many cats as you want. It's all perfect, Hitoshi. You don't have to worry about anything ever again. No one will take you."

"W-Who-?" Hitoshi chokes out again, his voice desperate, like he needs to know now. Shouta just shakes his head, though, and smiles.

"Don't worry, Hitoshi," Shouta reassures, quickening his pace a little. Hitoshi's back arches, his eyes squeeze shut, and he gives his first moan.

"Good boy," Shouta coos at him, slowly moving down as he rubs Hitoshi's cock. He's fully hard now and getting close. Shouta can tell from the way he's starting to lose control, his back arching and hips bucking in the air, thrusting into Shouta's hand.

Shouta makes it just in time. He gets down, further and further, until he can press his tongue against Hitoshi's cock, the tip flicking at the head.

Hitoshi comes immediately, shooting into Shouta's mouth with a yell, and Shouta greedily swallows it all.

Shouta coats his fingers with lube again.

They both know what's coming.

Hitoshi's breathing hard, his eyes half shut. He's probably tired again, the strong sedative still running through his veins, making him want to sleep again. It's alright if he does, but Shouta's not stopping yet. Not when he's so close.

//hey im really sorry but my hands are killing me, im gonna have to finish this tomorrow night! i hope you're enjoying it!