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validation

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izuku was well respected in his little town, although working at a strip club, izuku knew everyone like the back of his hand.

everyone loved him, maybe being a stripper helped a little in that department but his personality was just so becoming, even in people's saddest moments, izuku could plant a smile on their face in the matter of seconds.

with that being said, there was one person who couldn't figure him out

"i'm not quitting my job shoto! i've told you a hundred times already!" izuku continued to wash the dishes, taking out all of his anger with every swipe of the cloth. "why? you would if you loved me! you probably cheat on me every night!" the duel hair coloured man shouted back trying to izukus attention "such a slut" he spat trying to get a raise out of the shorter male.

they argue about izukus job quite frequently, but if it's not about his job it's about them not living together, if it's not about that it's about the way izuku present himself, there's always something wrong with the way izuku lives his life. "that's enough shoto, i dance on a fucking pole, are you seriously that insecure? you know i don't do any private dances- they respect people in relationships!".

before izuku knew it his wrists were grabbed which sent the dishes he was holding, crashing into the sink, he was then spun around in the matter of seconds. "me! insecure! fuck right off izuku, your the one who works at a strip club for crying out loud! you talk a big talk but at the end of the day you just want validation!" the tall man spat, centimetres away from izukus face

"fuck you." izuku mumbled before getting his coat and shoes, picking up his work bag at the door which held his 'work' clothes. "i'm working late tonight, dont be here when i get back", he swiftly left leaving no time for 'i'm sorries', followed by a slamming door.

yes he was hurt, and yes it was true, izuku knew he wanted validation, he wanted love, he wanted someone to love him and give him affection, even just for a fucking night, but instead he had a verbally abusive boyfriend who's sex feels like a chore. izuku couldn't help but wonder how this had became his life.

"hey babe!" ochako waved, "hey" he sigh throwing his bag on the floor. "another fight with shoto?" she walked over to the greenette concerned. "it's getting worse, i don't know what to do with him, he really wants me to quit!" he threw his head in his hands with yet another sigh. "come on izu! you love it here, tell me your not actually considering quitting!" she rubbed his back reassuringly trying to calm him down.

"no! never, he's just so...possessive, i've never done anything to make him feel this way, it's not as if i give private dances, or flirt with other men, he knew what he was getting himself into! i asked his permission to work here!!" he complained taking his hands out of his face and looked towards the brunette, "you know what you need?", izuku hummed in response, looking totally confused. she picked up his bag and layed it on his lap, "go drive them crazy izu" she winked at him causing the small male to laugh cheekily as he picked up what she was trying to say.

she was right, izuku loved to dance, it made him feel so powerful, with that he changed into his outfit and waited for his queue, if there was anyone the man could rely on it was ochako. "here, whilst your waiting you might aswell have some" toga passed izuku a shot, "no i probably shouldn't" he smiled at her which in return, got him a sigh. "don't be a pussy izuku, your pent up, just relax a little and have fun".

with that the greenette downed the shot, liquid courage they liked to call it. soon after he felt his phone vibrate, it was a text off shoto..

shoto: forgive me baby? you know i love you

izuku: okay..i'll see you at h-

his phone was quickly snatched out of his hand mid typing, "oh no you don't! your up" ochako smiled, deleting the message he had typed. with a roll of his eyes he made his way up to the stage, maybe it was best that he didn't respond?

he strutted onto the stage in knee high stiletto boots accompanied by some fishnet tights which slid underneath a black bodysuit which hugged his curves in all the right places. as he walked onto the stage confidently, wolf whistles and cheers could be heard everywhere.

this. this was the validation that izuku craved, to make people feel vulnerably happy, this is what he lived for, what he needed. he let the music take him as he closed his eyes, his hands connected to the pole and with one swift movement, he lifted himself up onto the pole and let his body do the work.

at the bar

he was sitting at the bar with an open tab, he hate strip clubs, hardly ever came to them- he'd not be here if it wasn't for the fact his gang had just had an important break through on a mission- this was more of a celebration for them.

kirishima and denki were enjoying the show in a booth near the stage, his looked over at them however, they couldn't help but wonder off towards the small greenette, devoting his whole life to that pole. he couldn't deny the fact he was beautiful, his feminine like curves were bursting out of the fitted bodysuit- it was enough to drive any man crazy. his eyes then moved slightly towards the club entrance.

there stood a man, about 6'2, red and white hair with two different coloured eyes, his face was plastered with anger. the blonde man smirked as he lifted his glass, downing the rest of his whisky, the bartender went to refill his glass to which he held up his watched filled hand signalling him not to. 'this was about to get messy' he smirked again to himself.

the dance had ended without the man noticing, he looked towards the empty pole and then returned his gaze towards the club entrance which was now, empty. 'it's none of my business' he thought to himself, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that- and shrugged it off. he sat back on the barstool trying to relax and ordered another drink, thats when he noticed a familiar green haired male sit a seat down from him.

"jack daniels and coke for me and a vodka soda for the kid" he motion towards the 5'2 dancer with a smirk. "i can buy my own drink you know" izuku looked at blonde and spat, he was clearly in a bad mood. "you should be nicer to someone who just bought you a drink" the man spat back, "s-sorry, bad mood" the small male took the drink in his hand and downed it, the other soon followed and motioned for the bartender to refill both their glasses.

a few drinks later the smaller male was quite drunk and showed no signs of stopping, the blonde on the other hand was just tipsy, they hadn't really talked but they both could tell that their company was all they really needed.

"izuku", the red and white haired man tapped the greenette on the shoulder, he turned around with a shocked expression, "shoto what the fuck are you doing here" he rolled his eyes. the blond didn't want to get involved so soon, so he sat back and assessed the situation. "let's go home" the tall male grabbed izukus hand as the small male struggled in his grip.

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