"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Tokoyami/Izuku

[Implied/referenced cheating (not between the main pairing]
[Izuku? He's THAT bitch.]
[Tokoyami is supportive and also concerned.]
[NO HEROES AU (still has quirks though)]
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"-Izuku, let me get this straight." Tokoyami pinches the bridge of his.. beak, eyes squeezed shut. He was probably coming down with a fucking migraine. "Your boyfriend cheated on you."

"Mhm." Izuku brandishes his nails idly.

"And you fucked the girl he cheated with behind his back."

"Yep."

"And you let the both of get caught when he got off of work, just so you can rub the fact that she said you were a better fuck than your boyfriend?"

Izuku snickers, brushing his unruly curls back with a tiny grin on his face. "That's absolutely right."

"... Izuku."

The exasperated tone makes him laugh harder- head thrown back, flawless bod on display because of his tank top. It was slightly warm in the bar, too much body heat, Tokoyami said, with people putting in an obnoxious amount of effort to show off their shitty dance moves on some too-fast rap song blaring through bad, crackling speakers hanging from the ceiling.

The only reason why Tokoyami even dared to breathe in here was because of his coworker, Izuku.

He was an angel, really. A foot taller than Tokoyami, being a year older, nineteen years old with around six piercings. Two for his ears, one for his tongue, one in his eyebrow, and- these ones he was particularly proud of- nipple piercings that he showed Tokoyami two months earlier. He sure fucking worked out too- judging by his rippling muscles he used to throw some mug that decided to grope their server- Uraraka- who coincidentally was Izuku's best friend.

In short, he was perfect.

Which is why Tokoyami has a tiny, teeny crush on him. Just a small smidge. He swears.

"Hey stupid," Izuku barks at a man clearly reaching over to snag a- Tokoyami squints, his eyesight is so shit- a bottle of Crokat on the stacked shelves of alcohol behind the bartenders for quick access. "Get your grimy, little dumb paws off our stuff."

That's another little quirk that Tokoyami liked- he avoided swearing, vigilant of his words, which means him putting effort in censoring his cusses and still sounding intimidating.

The man, wearing a glaringly bright yellow jumpsuit, flushes and thankfully slips away without a fight, so Izuku huffs and goes back drying the shot glasses. Tokoyami just stares.

"By the way, Yami," a nickname he came up with the moment they met, "you wanna go and grab drinks? Not in this place," Izuku adds quickly. "There's a coffee shop two blocks from here."

And because he was definitely only low-key interested, Tokoyami blurts out yes with a squeaky voice as if he was suddenly called on by a teacher while he was asleep in class the whole time. So he clears his throat, feathers ruffled as he avoids eye-contact. "I-I mean, it would be lovely going out with you. Uh. Izuku." Dark Shadow was probably jeering and laughing by now.

Izuku flashes him a smile full of sunshine. "I'll pay."

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"Yoooo, Izuchan?"

Izuku chokes, and he almost scampers away from the counter before he realizes he has Tokoyami in tow, so he faces Shindou with a crooked smile. "Yo-nii.."

Wait.

Nii??

"You have a brother?" Tokoyami implores, eyes wide as "Shindou" (his tag reads) laughs heartily, tugging at his brown apron. Izuku rolls his eyes.