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Hitoshi was playing with fire, he absolutely knew it, but couldn't seem to stop!
Sitting in the briefing, ten days after Eraserhead had drawn him aside and changed his worldview for*fucking*ever, he was so filled with confusion and uncertainty that he just wanted someone else to take over….
Scowling as he made another snide comment - limelighters were such easy targets - he just knew if he looked at the object of his confusion that he’d be sitting like always, eyes calm, mouth turned slightly down, intent and focused and, he risked a glance and caught those same dark eyes that flickered with something unexpected, unexpected and dangerous and his stomach clenched and he swallowed his next snarky comment cause that was a dangerous look indeed to be on the receiving end of….
But he didn't censor himself the next time though, or the next, or the time after that, and then they were moving out, Eraserhead on his six and the mission a go….
Striding down the hall, trying to ignore how being so close to Eraserhead made him feel, he remembered…..
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Sitting in a corner, muzzle strapped on tight, using the black crayon to draw the hero who’d tried to save them all, the one who’d been so kind that night when his world shattered into pieces….
Placing the crayon down, gripping his own hands together and remembering how those large ones had felt as they held his, how warm they were, how safe….
Meeting him again and he wasn't six anymore but fifteen and the offer to train Hitoshi for the Sports Festival - the broken heart when he realized the man didn't remember him but then again why would he, it was nine years ago and he looked totally different - and his love for the man who saved him turned into his first actual crush which was totally normal, kids crushed on their teachers all the time, right?
Getting into class 1A because Aizawa-sensei said it was stupid for him to have to wait for the next school year to start after winning the sports festival and then the man was there all the time, not just three afternoons a week and he made the world safe, watching him as he guided and helped and CARED for all of them, dark eyes missing nothing….
Classmate after classmate being helped, him too as his foster placement went bad again (they couldn't accept he was in the hero course, they hurt him, hurt him badly and then he was saved again, the hero a blur as he struck and struck again and Hitoshi was free, not just of the hands that were hurting him but of the entire system as he was moved into the Ward dorms along with Midoriya, Yaorozu, Todoroki, and then Bakugo and Ochaco and Kaminari, each one saved by Eraserhead and cared for by Aizawa-sensei himself.
Then the entire class was stuffed into the Ward dorms after the second villain attack and he had friends and fun and learned and grew and his crush just kept getting bigger.
Holding his license at last, graduating, moving into the two-year mandatory hero agency placement and he was working in the field at last, going on honest to gods missions with Eraserhead and he realized as he sat late one night on stakeout as he laughed at something the man said - and shit was Sensei funny, so dry, so cutting - that he didn't have a crush, instead, he loved him, loved him with every piece and part of himself.
Running away from how it felt to love someone who could never love him back, not the way he wanted to be loved anyway, moving as soon as the training wheels were off his license, and even then Aizawa-sensei helped him, finding him an agency in the far north that specialized in counter-terrorism and put in a good word - as he did for all his students so he wasn't special to the man, just one of dozens - and he moved because he would never be closer than his student, never have those arms around him as they pressed together, skin to skin, those dark eyes would never kindle with desire and if Hitosh couldn't have him, then he had to leave, find someone or something else…
And now he was twenty-five and his unrequited love was gone at last because he was a fucking grown-up and could get over stupidly pointless shit like being in love and he’d moved back to Musutafu to a better apartment, friends he could actually see again, a life that wasn't all work, and he was loving the new agency and being back and he’d already done three ops with Eraserhead in the lead and then….
He’d felt him coming up behind him, he could always tell where Eraserhead was in a room just by the way the entire world warped around him, how it felt like he was a dark star pulling Hitoshi into his orbit helpless to resist and he turned to look and he met those familiar eyes, slightly lower than his own now that he’d finally finished growing, his teenage self would be happy to know he was now taller than sensei but instead of the usual calm he saw dark fire and then words burned into his brain!
"I want you."
Three little words that blew his certainties into dust.
"I’ve waited a long time for you to grow up, kid, I've known you a long time now."
His tentative hand reaching out was blocked, "No, let me finish." and he dropped his arm to his side and listened....
"I want you."
"But you need to know, to understand, that I’m not protective kid, I’m possessive, and there's a difference between those two words you've never experienced in how I behave around you."
"I’m possessive and controlling and if you come to me it isn't ever going to be as an equal kid, it’ll be because I own you. That if you take me up on this you’ll be giving yourself to me, you’ll be mine, body and soul, cause I won't take anything less than all of you."
His entire body had shuddered then as the words poured like lava into his heart because he’d wanted this man for so long, it had been impossible for so long, that he didn't believe, couldn't believe, how could anyone like that want him?
He’d tried to find someone to be with, of course he’d tried. Tried and failed but here he was, being offered something, he didn't even know what, his body untouched by anyone but himself and his toys and his fantasies of this man touching him and using him and guiding him and controlling him and it was being offered? Like a dream come true?
His mouth had opened to say something, anything, only to snap closed at the words, "Not finished kid." so he nodded and listened....
"You have a month to decide but this is what I have to offer…. First, my home, we have a large place, spacious, and I’ve already talked it over with my mates, both of them want you, it's been too long since we had anyone we could love like we love you."
His confusion must have shown on his face because a rare smile lit the man's eyes, "Hizashi and Nemuri, of course." (Izuku owed him MONEY cause he’d been right!!!) "They've been mine since just out of school and they want you too," he suddenly laughed. "They think having someone else to spread my energy to will make their lives that bit more relaxed but how wrong they are is something they'll discover soon." And the dark promise in those words had another full body shiver and pooling heat in his bones as he watched those eyes go distant, that mouth smile as Sensei licked his lips at whatever he was thinking and Hitosh would have promised his soul and all his reincarnations to this man on an instant but he wasn't allowed to.
"No, listen to me! I won't just fuck you kid I’ll own you! And while I swear to never hurt you, to care for you the way you should have been cared for all your life, I will never let things slide, and you have some serious bad habits! You’ve been alone for a long time and if you let me I’ll make sure not only to care for you but that you care for yourself properly because by damn if you don't then I’ll make sure you never forget what happens when I catch you!"
"I’ve already discussed this with my other two and they say it's fine to tell you how we work, how they both have things they do that can hurt them that I make sure doesn't happen, that they have consequences if they back slide, Hizashi forgets to eat," eyes burning he said, "the way you do kid," and this shiver wasn't as pleasurable as the others, it came laced with self-protective concern and doubt, "so when that happens I make sure he remembers," his hand twitched along with his lips, "I cook, love to cook in fact, so after a reminder not to damage what's mine we’ll cook together, or bake, Hizashi bakes really well, or we’ll go out to eat so he remembers that food is a good thing, not stressful or a waste of time or he's not worth it or any of the other things that make some people chose not to eat."
"Nemuri gets too invested and needs to be reminded to pull back, to not take extra hours in either job, I make sure she has space to chill and relax because she faces some fucked up shit on the job, shit you can't even imagine, so it's important that she be made to keep home and work separate and when she spirals, starts bringing it home, then I’ll remind her that it does damage, that it hurts her, that she’s MINE and no one hurts what's mine!"
A flash of teeth that was almost a snarl, "They both have several things we work on, mostly by my supporting them, helping them," a softer smile, "loving them like they deserve to be loved."
"You have problems too kiddo, don't think I haven't seen them, I see you Shinso Hitoshi, I see all of you, always have Sweetheart." And the voice had dropped, gotten impossibly richer, and Hitoshi’s bones felt like they were melting, and then ice water flooded him at the words -
"When my two idiots break the rules they’re punished, just like you'll be."
A pause, "If you give yourself to me, that is."
He’d found his voice then, managing to gasp out the word, "How?"
Aizawa-sensei had stretched then, an uncoiling of toned muscles as he said, "I’m old fashioned so nothing exotic, I just take them over my knee and spank the ever-loving shit out of them."
Ignoring Shinso's gasp of shock he continued, "It’s effective in every way I need it to be, a deterrent, a punishment, a reminder… It works and that's all it needs to do."
"I grew up in a home where when I fucked up they'd keep things from me, would "withhold" as it's called, and having been there done that, I will never withhold anything from what's mine, why would I not hold them, or fuck them, or love them, or feed them? Or why would I lock them up or shut them up or shut them out if they break my rules? I love them, they are the world to me, the reason I exist, so this works for us."
His low tone was more growl than words as he said again, "I want you kid, we all want you!"
"You’d live with us, our home would be your home, you’d be part of our family and, even if I say it myself, we live good. But before you decide remember this, if you say yes then there's no going back from that, you’d be MINE! Mine to have, to hold and care for and teach and school and support and punish when you fuck up and feed and love...." and he swallowed as he said, "Your body would be mine!" and Hitoshi couldn't ignore the shape now fully on show pressing against the loose fabric of the jumpsuits crotch, "Mine to fuck senseless," a fond eye-roll, "which I have to say the other two are more excited than even I am about that bit and," Aizawa stroked across the straining fabric with a brief touch, "you can see how that thought affects me."
"But there's no going back if you say yes, if you say yes then you're mine, mine, and I will never let you go, I’m not strong enough to let you go again so you have a month kid, think it over, talk to Hizashi and Nemuri, and listen to them cause neither one will sugar coat it, I’m a possessive and controlling bastard and I will NOT LET YOU go into this blind!"
He’d run his fingers through Hitoshi's hair and then left him, and that was then and now it was now and…..
Being healed by Recovery Girl took him right back to his days at UA, as did the sinking in his stomach at the sight of his former Sensei's standing talking to a doctor, wrangling his release (escape) and nothing hurt anymore but he was so tired and he was fucking lying to himself because his heart hurt, his mind hurt, his emotions were a tangle of barbed wired and his stomach was in a knot and now he was being looked at by not one but three pros.
And they all had the same look, cool, considering, assessing, analytical, and not very well-hidden amusement as he gulped with how seen he felt, how stupid for how he’d been acting because he had a feeling he’d changed things now and maybe not in a good way.
Dark violet eyes held satisfaction and excitement and love as she smiled at him, bright green ones echoed all of that, and gave him a big soft smile as he asked, "Ready to go home Toshi?" And he summoned up the courage to look at ("Call me Shouta kiddo, it's about time.") the man he’d been pushing, needling, poking even, and past him was a stupid fuck!!!
Why on earth would he ever be stupid enough to try to get a rise out of this man, why couldn't he have just made a decision on his own, without any help, all he had to do was decide if he wanted to be owned, to be controlled and cared for and made to behave the way a person with a normal amount of self-care would do and instead he’d fallen so deep into his head he decided to see of Shouta would prove how he felt....
Would make it real and not a fever dream crossed with a fantasy straight out of how he would imagine life could be after jerking awake from another nightmare after a bad mission while he wished with all his might to be held and loved and cared for while tears tracked lonely paths down his face.
How had he ever thought Shouta's eyes were cool he wondered helplessly as a molten burning gaze caught and held his, "Yeah, he’s ready, come on, Zashi’s got your stuff," he was being assisted to his feet, despite the rage billowing off the man in waves their hands were unfailingly gentle, supporting him as he wobbled for a moment, steadying him as he caught his balance, and then not.... letting.... go.... as he was guided out of the hospital and into a car.
Hitoshi didn't remember much of the drive, just Hizashi singing softly along to the radio, Nemuri joining a few times, even Shouta sang with them twice and Hizoshi added those songs to his list of things he'd learned about his favorite person and held close to his heart for years, but mostly he just existed in a white-hot fog of confusion, not wanting to go forward but impossible to go back and he WANTED but he was afraid and it was so hard, yet could be so easy, he’d worked so hard just to scrape along, to claw and run and scramble to just hold on and now he was free falling....
A hand caught his and he jolted, looking up, "We're home Hitoshi."
Those dangerous eyes held so much understanding, so much love, so much promise for the future that he couldn't help it, a sob hitched his breath as a tear slowly tracked down his face and he was suddenly pulled from the car, scooped into strong arms and was told as he sobbed, "Shhhhhhh, it's okay, we’ve got you, I’ve got you! You’re safe now!"
And they were moving, he didn't know where or why but he was so tired, so hungry, and it was all too much and then he was being fed and he didn't have to think as a soft voice was singing and the tightness in his chest loosened and faded away at the strong fingers carding through his hair and he’d never even noticed how strong Nemuri’s hands were but that made sense she was a pro hero after all and he was surrounded and bracketed and supported.
He’d never felt so safe in his life and he let the tiny voice of worry about the future fall silent at last as he gave a sigh and fell asleep in Shouta's arms.
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The kid had been trying to get a rise out of him for days now and while part of Shouta wanted to simply drag him home and MAKE him behave, another part simply enjoyed the show, his kid was such a brat and he loved it!
He never could figure out the term "brat taming" because how could you want to tame something out of someone you loved? Hitoshi was a brat, he was snarky and disrespectful and funny and intrepid and courageous in a way that made Shouta burn to protect him and he was irreverent and never ever gave up and he was afraid of storms and loved hot chocolate but with only half the normal amount of sugar and never ate peas yet loved sushi and couldn't cook to save anyone's life yet he tried all the same and he looked at happy families like they were water in the desert while he was dying of thirst and yet would jerk his eyes away when he realized he was staring as if the very sight burned him and Shouta loved him, had loved him for as long as he’d known him, he just wished he could remember him at six the way Shinso’d told Hizashi about once, a six-year-old Hitosh would have been a delight but....
....well....
It was bad enough to have fallen in love with him at fifteen and him then thirty, now they were twenty-five and him forty it was a much better dynamic and yes, he knew why the kid had gone, he’d supported it, helped him even because to take him then, right out of school, at twenty, before he'd time to grow into himself, to become his own person, would have been wrong.
Not just wrong but damaging and Shouta would die before damaging what was his, or what he wanted to be his, and he’d wanted Hitoshi for a long long time, he could wait a little longer.
But he hadn't expected his offer to kick the kid so badly off center, for his eyes to fill with such longing and doubt and need and for a moment, just a moment for the mask to fall and for him to see so much loneliness and doubt and tiredness.
And now the kid was pushing hard, trying to get a reaction, but that wasn't what was making Shouta’s hands itch to pull those trousers down, to position that toned body across his knees, to bring his hand down with just the right amount of force.... No, it was the other stuff, his not eating when the food arrived at the briefing, how his water remained untouched yet he was on his sixth cup of coffee, how his leg jiggled nonstop from the reaction to that much caffeine, and then, after all that, the kid almost died on his watch!
Hitoshi had pulled his own save, had gotten himself out of trouble, but he’d been injured badly enough for Shouta to call in a favor with the old woman (only in his mind would he call her that, she’d kill him for real if he ever said it aloud) and get him healed.
Because while he loved the brat, loved the studious student, loved the focused hero, loved Shinso fucking Hitoshi, he’d finally managed to get a rise out of him and he was going to regret it!
Clearly giving the kid a month to decide was the wrong decision, clearly letting him decide it on his own was the wrong way to go about it. Hitoshi was one who needed help with something like this and his two loves were good and they’d spent lots of time with the kid over the last ten days but now it was time for him to step in because he was never going through that again.
Watching Hitoshi hurting himself, neglecting himself, putting himself in danger?
Ready or not he belonged to Shouta and no one hurt what was his!
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Hitoshi woke slowly, feeling like he was being lifted on warm clouds of comfort. He stretched and smiled as he yawned, finally opening his eyes to....
Where the fuck was he?
Sitting up he took in the neutral decor but, for all the neutrality, there were touches of color, touches of individuality, a picture of a cat and kittens on the wall, a super soft purple throw on the bed, a huge black beanbag and several books on an otherwise empty shelf, it was like a room right at the beginning of becoming someone's special space and he finally remembered.
Oh shit!
He’d been pushing for a reaction, pushing hard because he didn't know what to do and he’d seen those eyes as he chose not to eat, FELT them when he almost bit the dust on the mission and then gotten hurt and then shit, he must be in their home and did they all really want him? Like, him?
No one ever wanted him before, not really, well, he lay in limp-bodied comfort - seriously where had they gotten this bed? - and thought about it and yeah, up until fifteen he was a parcel to play a game with, only instead of wanting the music to stop and to be kept, he was the parcel everyone wanted to pass on, like a hot potato but as soon as he got into UA, as soon as he met Aizawa-sensei for the second time, everything changed….
Then he had friends, he smiled at the thought of them, how easily Kats got riled up, how fun it was to fluster Izu, and how funny Ocha was and Tsu and all of them were so amazing and shit, if he got off the pity party train he actually had lots of people who liked him and now he was back in a city where most of them lived they’d even managed a few meetups, even though he was still living in guest hero quarters in the agency.
He’d been planning to get an apartment but then Shouta dropped that bombshell and he hadn't known what to do next so had simply stalled.
Now though he had an idea the stall was over but he pulled the gentle feeling of comfort back around his mind and let his thoughts drift as he remembered the previous ten days and that last disastrous mission and the happy feeling was evaporating faster than his stomach was beginning to complain about how empty it was and his bladder joining in with how full it was so he was a total adult about the entire thing as he rolled over, pulled the covers over his head and went back to sleep.
It was nearing noon when he woke again and this time he rolled out of bed and found the closest loo - 'ensuite, class' - and relieved himself of that problem at least, then set out to find coffee.
Instead, he found food, a blizzard of activity, and laughter and noise because Nemuri and Hizashi were baking so before he knew it he’d been fed to the bursting point and was decorating sugar cookies for them to take to the local hospice home.
Being included, enthusiastically, into the work at hand settled something deep inside him, and he found himself smiling when they would reach out and touch him anytime they got close, his shoulder, a hand ruffling his hair, a side hug, his friends had been like that too but for the past five years hugs were few and far between…..
As soon as he realized anyone he got interested in sexually looked like an Eraserhead knockoff clone he gave up on dating, it just wasn't worth the pain!
….. so he was soaking up the attention like a thirsty plant after a dry spell, smiling and laughing with them as he put eyes and whiskers onto the cat-shaped cookies and simply enjoyed himself, totally ignoring the coil of dread and worry about where Shouta was.
That could take care of itself later, for now, he’d just go with the flow.
It was an hour later when they were packing up the cookies, both Nem and Zashi now dressed for the errand, when Shouta showed up and, by the glances they cast his way they had clearly been expecting him for a while now. Toshi managed to glance at him once as he leaned casually against the door frame, arms crossed as he leaned on the wood, looking as dangerous there as he ever did in an alleyway in the dark of night, like a big cat trying to decide whether to strop against you for a cuddle or to fucking eat you!
Actually, those were his normal vibes and at the thought, he felt his lips quirk up into a shy grin and the raging nerves that had snarled into life calmed.
Nemuri suddenly leaned against Hitoshi's back, running her fingers through his hair, and said, "Baby, we want you, have for a long time but Shoubear there wouldn't let us come get you until you grew up some, said it wouldn't be fair on you to lock you into our dynamic until you’d seen some of the world. Can’t say if he's right or not but," she hugged him tight for a moment, "now you're here, I’m so glad!" She whispered into his ear, "Please be here when we get back." and pulled away, taking one of the two huge boxes of cookies, and headed out the door, pausing to kiss Shouta on her way out.
Hizashi took a moment to study him where he sat staring at the almost empty doorway she’d just disappeared through before walking over. Smiling he took Hitoshi’s face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on his forehead as he said, "Sweetheart, from the moment we met you all the way back in school we wanted you, but it wasn't the right time then. It is now but that depends on you."
Still holding his face so Hitoshi couldn't look away as his face heated up, he was always better dealing with people from a distance, especially when they said things like, "No matter what you decide, and you will be deciding today Petal, we love you. You are ours and we will never let you go, even if you decide to go your separate way, we will ALWAYS love you!”
Leaning down he planted a feather-light kiss on Hitoshis parted lips, “But if you decide to join us Baby, life will never be the same." A wicked smile broke across his face, "Belonging to Shouta is the best thing that's ever happened to Nem and me, and never kid yourself kid, if you choose this then you’ll belong to him, body and soul, and while you’re ass may rue the day every now and then, even that'll be worth it for all the rest of it."
"He’ll keep you safe Baby, he keeps all of us safe!"
A second feather-light kiss and he was out the door, only pausing for a much longer kiss with Shouta, this one containing quite a bit more tongues and hands and Hitoshi finally looked away as Hizashi laughed in delight at having embarrassed him, looking back in shock at the sharp smack and yelp as Shouta sent him, laughing, on his way.
And then he was alone in the room with an apex predator.
It was a long time ago that he’d figured out that the lazy big cat vibes were so strong because, well, Aizawa-sensei hid it well but he had a secondary mutation, a Lion mutation he’d guessed all those years ago, his night vision was second to none, hearing and sense of smell just as keen….
After the bombshell moment where he’d invited him to join his people, to be HIS, he’d looked up lion behavior, trying to understand when Sensei had said, with a growl, how possessive he was, how controlling, and it fit, as did how maternal he was with all his students
Fucks sake, he STILL was the go-to when anyone was in trouble, still the one they all went to for advice, for comforting when life got too much, he was the black sun they all still orbited.
Yeah, he may look like a black panther but a lion mutation explained it all really.
Watching him stalk across the kitchen it also explained why Hitoshi felt distinctly hunted, holding totally still as strong callused fingers cupped his face the way Hizashi had just done, yet it felt so different. He shivered as Shouta bent down and buried his face in his hair and inhaled deeply, sighing it all out - the tickly thrill that jolted down Hitoshi’s back made him gasp - and then he bent lower, planting his face against Hitoshi’s neck and simply breathed deeply, making Hitosh want to squirm and giggle like a kid again cause it fucking TICKLED!!!
Drawing back the fucker had the audacity to laugh at him, "Yeah, I forgot you were ticklish kiddo." and he chuckled before becoming focused again, finally letting go of his face and stroking strong fingers through his hair.
Leaning into the touch Hitoshi was totally unprepared to hear, "I’m sorry Kiddo, I forgot something else too, I forgot that you make snap judgments and decisions like lightning but get lost in that head of yours if given too much time to think and, fuck, I gave you too much time, its no wonder you were trying to get my attention so hard but,” he gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “you've got it now, you got my attention….”
Hitoshi said, voice barely working, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so ummmm well, at the pre-op meeting, not sure if I was acting, yeah, um, sometimes I'm a lot and….”
"The word is brat kiddo and that’s not what I’m talking about. You were a brat when you were fifteen, a brat when you were twenty, and a brat now, it’s one of the things I’ve always loved about you. You," he shook Hitoshi’s head gently in his hands, smiling down into stunned violet eyes, "are so amazing, you are so strong and cunning and smart and funny, how you’re still single is a fucking miracle and I am DONE waiting!"
Taking a deep breath to compose himself he continued, "You being bratty is normal Kiddo, normal and expected and I will never change that, ever, and if anyone else ever dares touch you for it no one’ll find the body Kitten, I swear it."
The growl was almost ultrasonic as it vibrated through his bones, leaving him breathless, spellbound and waiting for the next words....
"No, you being you will never get more than a kiss and maybe a good fuck if we have the time for it," - his lips curled to show sharp white teeth - "maybe I’ll bend you over the table next time, fuck you slow as we listen to people walking past the door, trying to remember if we locked it or not while I try to make you scream." He chuckled at the full-body shudder Hitoshi gave, murmuring, "You like that kitten? Yeah," he almost purred, "I like that too but," he drew in a deep breath, "that’s not what I was talking about."
He frowned as he went down into a crouch, running his hands down Hitoshi’s arms to take his hands, holding them as he said, "At the meeting you refused to eat, despite there being plenty of time for it to settle before the action kicked off."
He paused a moment, then continued, "You drank in total eight cups of coffee yet your water was untouched, despite my reminding you three times to drink."
His tone was dead flat when he said, "And on the mission, you took not one chance but at least five unacceptable risky decisions and got yourself badly injured because of it."
"Had you already been mine I’d have had you out of the room at the first break and made sure you were fully ready for the action, that you'd eaten and had plenty to drink or else." The or else remained unspoken but Hitoshi shivered again, it wasn't hard to imagine what would have happened as he was pinned with the fixed regard of the man he’d loved for so long.
Aizawa nodded, satisfied that the message was understood, and stood up, giving a gentle tug to the hands he was still holding.
"Come on, we’re moving this it the living room, it's more convenient."
Other than being quite a bit concerned over what "Convenient" meant in this context, Hitoshi went willingly. He’d tried to get some help with this choice and now he had it he didn't want to back down now, he really did need help. The yes-no battle in his heart and head was going to kill him otherwise.
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Sitting down on the couch with Shouta felt weird but in a good way, well, kind of a good way, but if his stomach was anything to go by, his self-preservation instincts were going bong bong bong trying to get his attention and he was wishing they'd done that across the last ten days cause fuck, if the look in Sensei’s eyes was anything to go by, Hitoshi was in deep deep shit and the next words aimed at him confirmed it.
"I gave you too much time and for that I’m sorry but we’re here now and today you decide but before you do I’m going to give you a rundown on what happens in my pride," ('his pride, shit he really is a lion then') when one of you mess up."
"No one hurts what's mine, no one!"
"And that includes you."
His expression must have showed his mental 'Huh?' because he explained, "If someone kept you from having food and water before a mission I’d kill them." The words were spoken the same way he’d explain that the sky was up and boiling water was hot, a simple fact of life and something inside of Hitoshi wanted to stretch and preen, to bask in the fact someone loved him like that but….
"If anyone hurt you then it would be them that suffered for it, I’d make sure of it."
"But it was you that hurt you and you get no pass on this one Kiddo, anyone that hurts you, even you, will be punished for it, the only difference is how I go about it."
Reaching out he gently gripped Hitoshi’s jaw and smiled, repeating, "No one hurts what's mine, no one."
"Remember this and never, ever forget it, I’m possessive and protective and controlling, those are facts! Hard facts, and we do this my way or not at all."
He studied the beautiful young man for a moment before continuing, "And in my house, in my pride, what you did earns you punishment because you hurt what's mine."
"A house rule to be aware of is, when one of you earns my hand there is no sex for three days, 72 hours. That doesn't mean no touching because all three of us are very tactile, just no touching with sexual intent. Nem is the worst about trying to get around that one but Hizashi can be a bit pushy too but push too hard and you get a refresher on why we don't do that and the counter resets so I’d advise you to just accept it."
Seeing Hitoshi open his mouth to ask a question he said, "Shhhh, just listen." Only continuing at the nod he finally got he said, "I’m pretty basic when it comes to punishments, we don't need anything creative here. Depending upon what you’ve done to earn it I’ll either use my hand or an implement of choice - yours or mine, that one depends on the mood of the moment - and simply spank you."
"As I said, basic but effective."
"A warning now Sweetheart because this is important.... if you decide to join us, if you say yes today then there's no taking that back. Ever."
"You’ll be mine, MINE, and I never let go of what's mine."
"I’m not strong enough kid, give yourself to me and I simply won't be strong enough to let you go. I managed it once and it was," his head turned away with a huff and he shook it, finally looking back, "hard, alright? It was fucking important and for your own good and it was the right thing to do but it was incredibly hard to do and I’ll never manage it again so a yes or no today will be set in stone."
His lip curled, "Well, if you say no the other two will probably hound you but I won't, your no will be hard and fast and only you can change that but it’ll be bloody hard to do cause you’ll be working down south because I’m also not strong enough to work with you, to see and smell and be with you and not have you."
"I'm as far from a saint as it's possible to be and I don't do well with being tempted, if I want it I’ll take it and I want you but it has to be consensual, I will never force you."
"So say no today and I have a job lined up for you, it's a good one too, you'll like it."
"You’d like being mine more though so don't rule it out yet."
"However, this might be a bit more difficult now because you decided to start this off by hurting yourself and even if I haven't claimed you yet you’re still mine and you get no pass on this, yes or no the result is the same, today I’m putting you over my knee and teaching you to take better care of yourself."
"A lesson to take forward from this point on cause if I ever hear of you behaving like that again, even if you're two hundred miles or halfway around the fucking planet from here, I’ll be giving your ass a repeat and refresher course, am I clear?"
"Yeah," Hitoshi wheezed, "clear."
"Good, now, down that hall, third door down on the right, I want you to go in, and in the top drawer of the dresser, you’ll find several items, most of which are rather self-explanatory."
"Bring me three that you think you deserve for the way you acted yesterday."
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The order had Hitoshi bluescreening but just like in school, once an order was given Aizawa simply waited for him to follow it so, with hesitation, he did.
The drawer was easy to find and, having been given a heads up, he wasn't too shocked to find it full of, well, he knew what butt plugs were, and vibrators, and when he opened a few of the velvet bags he found dildoes in various sizes and lurid colors and interesting feeling materials but, well, shame at how he’d been behaving wriggled in him, he didn't deserve any fun toys like that, although the thought of what Shouta (and the other two, shit, would he ever be in a position to have all three doing, well, he was a bit weak at the knees thinking about it) might do to him using some of these toys had his breath shortening.
....but....
He’d essentially tried to force Aizawa-sensei to tell him what to do, or to force them to do what he wanted, when all the man had done was basically propose to him, inviting him to join his family, his pride.
Setting aside his guess at what hidden quirk had always been affecting his mentor's behavior, possessive, protective, maternal and paternal all in one, caring and so much more, yeah, a hidden lion mutation just fit him, even if there were no actual black lions.
He huffed a laugh and tried to focus because, well, he was essentially agreeing to be spanked, or, well, not really but kinda? Reaching out he lifted a coil of brown leather, stiff and new looking, that he knew would hurt like holy fuck if it was used on him and he set it down again, only to pick up and wriggle free of the drawer what looked like a riding crop, maybe?
Setting it on the dresser he lifted out the belt again, setting it with the crop as he looked at what was left, feeling sick as his breath sped up but, for one thing, he wasn't getting out of anything this time and he’d been a perfect shit so deserved a bit of hellfire and Sensei was just the one to bring it because he'd never forgotten the one and only time he'd earned it living in the dorms and then, well, did he want to give his answer before or after the - his mind skittered over the word which gave him no confidence at handling anything going forward so he tried to focus on the drawers contents, he was told to bring three….
Along with a few different styles and types of whips which, no, just.... NO! there were several paddles, different sizes and materials, and shapes so he took out the largest one, it had been on the bottom almost covered with everything else and he gave it a swing and winced as it tugged at his wrist, it was heavy but, if he meant it, if he was going to commit, and if he’d earned it….
Then he’d earned it, right?
After all, he’d never chosen the softer option at school and Shouta had always pushed him right to his limits in training - forgetting for a moment that he never got pushed over that same limit and was routinely maneuvered back from it - so he looked the contents over one final time, seeing how they all gleamed with newness, or with careful maintenance perhaps?
Reluctantly he collected his choices and was headed back down the hall when he heard, “Use the loo on your way Kiddo!" so he swerved into the open door, closing it softly behind him, and set his armful down.
Glad for any delay as he looked at the arsenal, he took as long as he dared but after reaching his mental delay limit, he proceeded back to the living room, setting the three items down on the low table as requested.
Aizawa-sensei’s face was unreadable as he studied them for a long moment before shaking his head and saying, "I should have guessed you’d be so hard on yourself."
Hitoshi managed an eloquent "Huh?" Which had Aizawa shaking his head again, saying, "I wanted to see how much you’d changed in the last five years, if you’d stopped being so hard on yourself. Working you through that tendency as a kid was a bitch, by the way, keeping you focused yet not letting you go too far or beating yourself up over normal setbacks, well,” he pushed the paddle, "I can see it’s still not going to be easy."
He frowned as he looked at Hitoshi, "Everything in that drawer is left over from a photo shoot Nemuri did not too long ago. Our real toys are much better quality for starters and don’t contain anything like," he poked the belt with distaste, "that."
Suddenly looking Hitoshi dead in the eye he said, "I don’t need anything like that to teach you better Kitten, trust me." He studied him closely for a moment and said, "You can trust me too that I’ll never give you one spank more than you’ve earned, and I will never hurt you."
"No one hurts what’s mine, not even me."
Hitoshi couldn't have stopped himself from asking the question if his life depended upon it, "What happens if you do?"
Shouta blinked in puzzlement, "Do you mean if I go too far with you?"
"No, not really, well, yeah kinda I guess but, I can see that neither Nemuri nor Hizashi and certainly not fuckin me will ever, well, do anything to you like I know you’re planning to do to me but everyone fucks up sometimes and…." He trailed off, blushing.
"Who holds me accountable, you mean?"
Nodding mutely, his ears bright red to match his face, Hitoshi almost fell on the floor in shock when he heard, "When I fuck up, really fuck up and can't handle it on my own, I go to Nezu." He gave a wry grin, "He may be small but he is totally able and willing to help me anytime I need it. For this kind of thing, with people like us, trust is more important than anything else and I trust Nezu with my soul, never mind my ass. He and I are far more alike than you’ll ever truly be able to understand."
Suddenly his head rose a fraction of an inch and Hitosh felt his insides freeze, "I need your answer now."
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Everything he’d ever felt about the man before him flashed through his mind, as did his life at UA, his friends, how much he already loved this place he was in, how he’d always loved Hizashi, even back when he was actively afraid of teachers, how Nemuri was everything he admired about the female face of heroics and....
"Yes!"
The word was out without his brain even getting involved.
He said again, "Yes," and then again, "Yes please!!!" and he suddenly couldn't breathe as he imagined it all falling apart, of finally finding the will to reach out for what he wanted, to have said yes and now he was filled with so much hope and fear and dread and excitement that breathing was all of a sudden almost impossible and he was suddenly warm and was being held and a voice was rumbling in his ear and he melted, letting the fear go as he listened to, "...got you, I’ve got you. Shinso Hitoshi, you're mine, mine now, always mine and it's alright, you can relax now, all you have to do from now on is listen to me, I’ve got you, everything is going to be okay, that's it, I know the change is big, is huge, and even things we want can be frightening, just breathe now, that's it...." and he was coached through a breathing exercise, even though his freak out was only minor in comparison to how he sometimes shattered in the dark of his apartment after a bad mission and eventually he sat up, taking a deep breath and asking, "What now?"
"Now you go over my knee for your behavior yesterday and we get you to a blank slate. Then you’ll have a nap and don't argue, I need one too, and by then the rest of the pride will be home."
Standing he gathered the props up and took them away, saying "I’ll get what I usually use on Hizashi, unlike this crap, it never fails to make an impression."
Feeling his insides evaporate Hitosh clenched his fists, telling himself savagely to just take it, snarling just shut the fuck up to his nerves and almost lept from his own skin when he heard directly in his ear, "Oh, and beating yourself up earns you extra so don’t do that."
Nodding frantically he blinked when he saw, “A hairbrush?”
"Yeah, it’s Hizashi’s, here, take it."
Being handed the thing he studied it with a frown, it was slightly heavier than expected but then again, it was made of metal, silver he guessed, and larger than the average things used to brush hair. He ran his fingers through the bristles, it was clearly designed for fine thick hair which fit Hizashi’s profile perfectly and, when he turned it over, it was beautifully decorated with a slightly raised design of flowers. Rubbing his fingertips across it he gave a slight smile, the texture was nice so he ran his fingers across again, finally taking it by the longer than expected handle and gave it a short smack into his other palm.
Yeah, he could see how this was gonna go.
"Right, that's exactly what I plan to use, it's a dependable implement and while it will properly fire up your nerves, it will do no actual harm."
"Now," he took it from suddenly nerveless fingers, "tell me why we're here Hitoshi."
He wanted to say something snarky but decided against it at the last moment and instead asked, "Is this usual?"
"What, the question?" At the answering nod, he said, "Yeah, it's so I know that you know what you've done to be here, so there are no misunderstandings, and that I can give you the lesson properly."
"So again, why do you think you're here?"
The billion yen question indeed so he tried for a moment, thinking about everything Shouta had said, about everything Hitoshi wanted so badly, and finally said, lifting his chin and staring Shouta straight in the eyes, "Because I hurt something belonging to you."
It wasn't a question.
He’d wanted to belong to this man all his life. Once, he’d dreamed about being his son, when he was little anyway and later he'd fantasized about being his lover when he got old enough to even have thoughts like that, had even had his first wet dream about him, and spent years creating mental fantasies involving him and Hitoshi’s dick and every conceivable position so he took a deep breath and let it all out, all of his doubt, all of his fear, everything and let himself believe he was not dreaming now, that it was all real.
He thought the next part of this would prove to himself, way more effectively than a pinch on his arm, that he wasn't dreaming!
Saying clearly, "I belong to you and I chose not to eat, I hadn't eaten since the night before, I couldn't face food, even the thought of it made me sick but I knew regardless I should eat, even if it was just one of those nasty jelly things you eat, anything would have done."
"And I heard you when you told me to, even if you said it with a look rather than words, I just chose to ignore you instead."
"And by the time I was on my fifth cup of coffee I was already dehydrated but by then just knowing you wanted me to drink my water made me decide not to."
"I was trying to get a rise out of you, something to help me know what to do. You've always told me what to do," - he felt his hands caught and held when he started picking at his nails - "in school all I had to do was do what you said and it was easy!"
"I hated moving, I hated not having you there! It was alright and I’ve learned so much over the last five years but shit," he sucked in a deep breath, he could do this, "I missed you, I needed you and never believed you could EVER want me back...."
"Please," he suddenly clutched back, "take me, take me, I'm yours, I’ve always been yours! I know this is gonna suck cause you did it once in school too, I remember, and fuck Sensei, you must have gotten everyone at least once in school," he gave a wet chuckle, "and Denki at least three times cause he's an idiot! But we all talk about it sometimes and I don't want it but…."
"I want you."
"And you're right, I hurt myself, I went into a mission woozy from hunger, dehydrated and distracted and people could have died, not just me but anyone involved and it would have been my fault!"
The final words were almost shouted, the guilt he’d been hiding from himself breaking free at last and he shook his head sharply at how stupid he’d been, how careless, and was relieved to be told....
"Good boy, good Hitoshi, that's right, that's why, you got it all, I’m proud of you."
Being pulled in for a gentle kiss to his forehead the last bit of worry left him, filling him with acceptance alone, and he obeyed when told, "Stand up now Kitten," and he didn't resist when his trousers were pulled down for him, trying not to be embarrassed when his balls pulled sharply up and in, a fear response but only physical, not emotional, he was concerned, and worried, but never frightened, not by this man, not by his lion, not by his Shouta so when he was told...."
"Come here." he let himself be assisted across the man's lap, feeling the stretch to skin and muscles created by the position, despite how weirdly comfortable it was with the way the couch supported his entire body.
Being handed a cushion he was expecting the softly worded command, "Hands at or above your shoulder level Hitoshi, and do not try to be quiet. If you are, I'll think I’m not doing a good enough job of teaching you better, and seriously, that is not something you want to make me think, just ask Hizashi if you don't believe me."
Knowing there was a story there to coax from him later he nodded, not trusting his voice just then, and twitched when a warm hand came to rest on his ass.
It was simultaneously the most wonderful feeling in the world (Sensei had his hand on his ass!!!) and the most concerning because he knew what was coming next and he didn't yelp at the first spank even though he did flinch hard at the noise and sensation....
Not yelping was a near thing but he let himself take comfort in that victory cause there was damned little else to be comforted by as the next few landed, and then he was being lectured on self-care and his ass was heating up fast, the sound of smacks measured and evenly spread out, each one landing with a shocking sting that only added to the conflagration and he couldn't help it, he shifted and flinched as one landed on his upper thigh and then again on the other side and as that devil's hand spanked down on the under curve of his backside he gave his first actual cry because holy FUCK it HURT!!!
Kicking out as Shouta gave firm attention to the delicate curve of his ass, right where he sat and he was freely crying now and when had he started? A ragged sob burst forth as Shouta's attention shifted to a seemingly random pattern of spanks, no inch was spared and he couldn't hold it back anymore "I'M Sorry!!! Ah ah ah pleeeease!" and then it stopped and he raised his head in confusion and suddenly blossoming hope.
He wasn't confused for long, or hopeful for an early ending to the spanking anymore either as cold hard metal was placed firmly against burning skin and he sucked in his breath to beg, to plead, to do anything at all to stop what was coming next and the brush landed in a sharp double spank as his bottom caught fire and he YELLED!!!
He kept yelling as he gave up any pretense of being stoic, squirming and kicking and finally wailing his regret because he'd "Never never never do it again PLEASE!!!" as the brush landed again "I'll e-eat PRommmmISE!!!" and again "Wa-waaaaa-ter I-I-I'll dr-drink m-m-oooor OwowowOOOOW!!!" and again the brush spanked down and his sobs drowned out the calm voice still talking and he only barely heard, "Final ten kiddo!" and he lifted his head and YOWELLED as the brush landed with a firmness that eclipsed everything that had gone before and he pressed his face into the couch and sobbed, legs kicking with each smack and it was finally over, he was done done done "S'rry so-s'rry se’sei srry sorry m-mm-msrrry n-nev’ do it again!" and he was beyond speech, his words were more sobs than words but Shouta had no trouble understanding as he finally turned and lifted his newest pride member, holding him tight as he yelped and squirmed and finally settled because no matter how carefully Hitoshi was held, some freshly spanked skin was going to be in firm contact with Shouta's thighs and that was never a very nice feeling!
But he didn't worry too much, simply getting Hitoshi situated as he cried, letting him burrow into his neck and hold on tight, remembering the one time he’d taken him over his knee when he was sixteen and how effective that had been because while the kid sometimes did make the same mistake twice, he NEVER gave a repeat of that one!
Why Hitoshi would ever agree to drink vodka smuggled into the dorms by Denki in the first place remained a proper mystery but both of them learned better and, to his sure and certain knowledge, neither one had ever drunk anything stronger than coffee since then!
Pressing his nose to the floating hair, breathing deeply the subtle scent of pain/regret/remorse/relief/tiredness and the sweet sweet smell that was just Shinso Hitoshi, candied violets and wisteria, drawing in another breath he knew he could get drunk on how good his kid smelled, how good he’d been, he’d yelled and hollered and squirmed cause Shouta hadn’t gone easy on him but he hasn't tried to escape, had accepted what he was getting, Shouta was proud of him.
Hearing a slight sound from behind he was prepared for the soft blanket that was suddenly whipped around them both, leaning into the hands now carding gently through his hair he smiled at the question in stereo from behind him.
"He said yes?"
And he actually laughed when a tired voice mumbled from under his chin, "Yeah, I said yes."
Leaning back as Nemuri and Hizashi cuddled close on either side, almost purring at how good Hitoshi's weight felt in his arms, how right, Shouta gave a satisfied sigh and relaxed fully at last.
It may have taken ten fucking years to pull off but step one was finally a success!