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Later, Izuku would probably blame a mixture of being tipsy and feeling secure in the face that Shouto had his back on why he didn't react to the villain attack. There was suddenly a clammy hand against the nape of his neck and he felt something almost like a bite, and suddenly Izuku found himself falling into nothingness.
The moment of freefall abruptly stopped. Izuku looked around, seeing nothingness except, “Kacchan!”
The blond hero scowled, rubbing at the back of his neck as if he too was bitten by the attacking villain.
“Got caught by this shitty extra too?” he growled, shaking his hands.
For some reason, no sparks were generated from that nervous gesture. Izuku tried to summon One for All - any of it - but found the quirk to be just as elusive as when he was being reprimanded by Aizawa-sensei.
“You won’t be able to use your quirks right now.”
Despite the nothingness just moments before, Izuku and Katsuki were now surrounded by dozens, maybe even hundreds, of copies of the same figure, a thin, dark skinned person with dark hair, red eyes, and an unseasonably heavy purple jacket. The figures circled around them, heads tilted perfectly so, as if the two heroes were bugs under the microscope they were examining. “You’re in my realm now, I control everything you see and you won’t be able to come out until I’m satisfied.”
Izuku turned to Katsuki; the two shared a look and with a barely noticeable nod they both went on the attack, aiming at the nearest apparition. Even without their quirks, they were the Wonder Duo - more than capable of taking down a villain.
“These are all just constructs,” they said, even as the images disappear beneath punches and kicks and, in one instance, being thrown into each other. “Anything you do within this realm has no bearing on me or the outside.”
“Yeah? Just means we gotta find which fucking one is real then!”
“But I just said-” the villain was cut off by more movement as Katsuki and Izuku tag-teamed to take out the last construct. There was a pause before the two heroes heard a sigh. "Guess we're doing it this way then."
The scenery changed in an instant, from nothingness to a facsimile of a hotel room. Katsuki's sudden cursing had Izuku turning to his partner only to realize that the blond was naked. Very naked. Oh wow, little Kacchan has fucking grown and-
“You're mumbling nerd.”
Shit was he? Izuku very quickly covered his mouth, only to realize his gloves, which he was wearing even at the bar earlier, were gone. Along with the rest of his clothes - he was just as naked as Kacchan was!
“Guess we got caught by a pervert like a couple of noobs, ugh,” Katsuki grumbled as he sat down on the bed. The illusion, despite how frustrating it was, was ridiculously lifelike, as the bed moved as it should to accommodate the other pro's weight. The blond looked up at Izuku before sighing, patting the space next to him in clear invitation to sit down.
In all honesty, Izuku had a love-hate relationship with the idea of sitting naked next to Katsuki. On one hand he would love the chance at skin on skin interaction that had nothing to do with work or sparring, but on the other… how is he going to keep his big fucking decade long crush hidden? Izuku was quietly gearing up for a mumble storm, finger against his lips in thought, before Katsuki huffed and grabbed the other man to pull Deku across his lap. This elicited a surprised yelp from the green haired hero, but any retort was choked off when Izuku felt a broad hand on his ass, kneading his cheeks. He must have imagined the whispered ‘ finally ’ he heard with how hot it was getting in the room… quirk construct… wherever they were…
“Doesn’t matter how, I’m going to take advantage of the chance that bitch is giving me, and when they’re satisfied being a voyeur,” Katsuki trailed off from above him.
Then the hand massaging his backside reared back, Izuku’s breath hitched, and then --
Crack!
The green haired man moaned, the dual sensation of sharp pain and masochistic pleasure catching him by surprise. The second slap against his ass garnered a soft sob, which quickly turned into a sigh of relief when Katsuki rubbed his hand over the areas he just hit. There was a warm feeling, and just a bit of moisture, before the third spank was accompanied by the faintest hints of Katsuki's quirk, tiny explosions popping against his skin.
By the sixth or seventh hit, Izuku entirely forgot about the fact that they needed to wrestle free out of this villain’s quirk at all, drowning in the heat and pleasure.
In the real world, Yudzuki Ryouji blinked, allowing their tension to release. "Got them," they murmured slowly.
“Thanks,” the half and half hero says, before sending a text message. Less than a minute later, a nondescript SUV rolled up, revealing a number of other young pro heroes, who quickly shuffled the half catatonic wonder duo, the youngest Todoroki, and the ‘villain’ inside.
“I can't believe you got me doing this,” Yudzuki said, “I'm fairly sure this is against all sorts of therapist-patient protocols.”
“Don't worry 'bout it fam,” the illusion heroine said from the seat over. “You're like getting hella paid and doing the public service with your quirk. A real hero Ryouji~tan.”
The therapist twitched at the casual use of their given name, but after knowing the heroine for over a year, Ryouji had gotten used to it. With their quirk, Dream Bite, they can inject someone with a serum that both sedates and allows Ryouji to enter someone’s mindscape and allow them to alter it as needed. Normally, they use it to help go over a patient’s trauma within much smaller time constraints, allowing them to relive and have someone with them and stop if needed. Right now though? Ryouji could not believe they were using their quirk - which took over a decade to get licensed to use it - to get two idiots to say they liked each other.
“So how long will they be out for?” Creati asked from the driver's seat.
“It depends,” Ryouji responded, “every minute feels like 3 hours within my quirk so it all hinges on how long it takes them to talk.” Considering how the first "day" in their quirk went, Ryouji was not expecting it to be a quick session.
“I totes think we should have found someone with a mental projection quirk, could make some bling with how nasty the two are bound to get in your quirk world.”
And Ryouji is very, very glad that they didn’t mention to Camie that they had an intern who could do that.