TW: underage drinking, mentioned/implied slut-shaming, mentioned/implied underage sex

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On Izuku's second weekend back in San Francisco, he's taken to his first party. Izuku quickly learns during his first week what Aviva meant by 'not unpopular but unapproachable'. His friends - because of course, he associated himself with these people (he loves them, truly, but why are they so troublesome; not that Izuku isn't just as bad if not worse) - are something akin to the school's 'mystery bitches', as in little to nothing is known about them and reputations proceed them greatly.

(Izuku choked on air when he heard the one claiming that Xael had his ribs removed via fighting a biker for hitting on his girlfriend.)

Whispers would follow them wherever they were; nasty, outlandish rumours spread by the second. It's a bitter reminder of life at U.A, if not worse. Because he could ignore people ridiculing him all day (after all, he's used to it after years of practice); but hearing shit about his friends, about his boyfriends.

That doesn't sit well with him.

He's quickly dubbed as 'Feral' for his hostile glare and the way he bares his teeth threateningly at anyone who tries to say stupid shit about his friends. He nearly knocks someone's teeth in when he hears 'I heard Dubois and Taylor got him pregnant.' Not out of anger, but sheer annoyance at how gullible someone can be. He doesn't have a uterus. He's can't get fucking pregnant.

If not for Ezra, bless his extroverted soul, they probably wouldn't even be invited.

("They see us as intimidating," Zeke explains as Ezra flails atop Izuku's counter and Ai fails at killing the small spider by the foot of the table with their sneaker.

Izuku snorts, "are they blind?")

Despite his tendency to get into fights, Ezra in unsurprisingly well-liked. After all, it was him and Aviva who approached

Izuku his first day of elementary to befriend him. A boy with bruises on his skin and a steely gaze. They were easy to get along with.

Izuku looks at himself in the mirror, chewing on his bottom lip and bringing a steady hand to his eye. He was finally comfortable where he was living. Xee and Zeke have yet to not spend the night, not that Izuku minds. They make him feel safe, help fight away Izuku's night terrors. The others stay over quite often as well, but none take the cake like his two partners.

(He still grieves his mother, but his friends are always by his side to keep him from drowning all over again.)

He looks cute, that much can be said, and is finishing off the wing of his cat-eye. He's always felt incomplete without the familiar black smudge lining his eyes, the sharp point of his unnecessarily large wings, and the extension of his inner corner. Ezekial is ready, currently cupping Xael's face as he finishes off the light red hearts he'd drawn on his cheeks. They decided they would coordinate by adding red into their outfits, a subtle but cute way of showing they were each others.

"Hurry it up, we want to fucking leave," Val yells from the bedroom door, pulling on her heel. Izuku puts down the felt-tip the same time Zeke puts down the eyeshadow brush.

"Coming!" He calls back, grabbing his boyfriends by the wrist and dragging them.

"Hot damn," Aviva whistles, taking a step away from her girlfriend. They smirk, "y'all are hot."

"So are you, Vi," Izuku runs his eyes up and down everyone appreciatively, lingering on his boyfriends for a little longer, "we are fine as hell."

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Ezra snorts, "we been knew, now come on, it's almost midnight."

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Let it be said that Izuku is not a virgin (not that it should matter) nor is he in anyway shape or form embarrassed when it comes to public affections and intimacy. Way before they started dating, when Izuku would visit over the summer, he, Zeke and Xee were intimate on multiple occasions, not excluding countless expressions of PDA ranging from handholding to making out at a random diner while they waited for their food to arrive.

He found it amusing when people looked either disgusted or impressed to see him sandwiched between two boys; one sucking on his neck and the other shoving his tongue down his throat. He would flip off or yell something along the lines of 'stay pressed that I get two dicks while you get none' when the person that came up to them was homophobic or against poly relationships (even if they weren't in a relationship at the time).

(And if he may have... sort of... hospitalised a few people when they slut-shamed his now partners, who's to care?)

It was annoying to hear 'so you cheat on him' whenever someone Xee and Zeke knew were, somehow, introduced to Izuku. While Izuku may not have ever been in a committed relationship before now, Xee and Zeke have been together for the good part of two years, so whenever someone saw him kissing either boy, they were confronted.

Despite that, Izuku never cared, and that hasn't changed now that they're officially together.

Izuku currently has his arms wrapped around Xee, gently kissing the nape of his neck as Zeke nibbles his ear. Xee likes being spoiled; likes being the centre of it all. And both of his boyfriends like giving him the attention. He's sure people are staring, and it only drives his want to do more.

He had two really fucking attractive boyfriends, sue him for wanting show off.

"Please don't fuck on the sofa," Val scrunches her nose, "no one wants to see that."

"Everyone wants to see that," Izuku smirks.

"New kid?" An unfamiliar voice questions, but Izuku pretends to go deaf as he continuous gently marking his boyfriend's neck. Slender fingers snake his hair and he hums, pressing harder with his teeth and eliciting a small gasp. Much to his annoyance, the unfamiliar voice doesn't let up, coughing obnoxiously and calling out 'new kid' four more times before Izuku bothers pulling away. He smirks when the fingers in his hair snag him back briefly before letting. Zeke leaves Xee's jaw and goes to his lips and Izuku smiles as his boyfriends occupy each other.

He then turns, slowly and stiff, to the unfamiliar voice. A guy with buzzcut blonde hair and dark brown eyes stands there awkwardly, though otherwise unashamed despite interrupting the intimate moment Izuku was having with his partner.

"Yeah?" He questions unkindly.

"You're new right? Ezra's friend."

Izuku nods, "what is it?"

The guy smirks, "well we have a tradition for newbies who come to the school."

"Tradition?"

"Drinking game, how many shots 'til you buzz out."

Izuku hums. Since his rigorous (and downright dangerous, now that he thinks about it) training during his last year in middle school, his metabolism has spiked. From a lightweight to heavy drinker, it takes quite a bit before he starts to slur over his words.

Hence he nods, grinning.

It's either get drunk or win, both outcomes which he's more than okay with.

"You don't have to," Val looks to him, "it's pretty stupid and Drew is a heavy drinker."

"Worse than me?" He winks.

Val remembers last summer, where a suddenly bulked up Izuku downed a total of nine shots before the effects started kicking in and shrugged.

"It's either lose and get drunk or win and get drunk. Personally fine with either."

Val hums, "go for it, Zuki," she then wacks Zeke and Xee, who were way too into each other to really notice what was happening. They jump away from each other, arms still linked.

"What?"

"Your boyfriend's about to play the drinking game with Drew, go cheer him on. I'm gonna find the others," she gets up and walks off. Xee and Zeke look to Izuku, who's smiling at them and gesturing to come over.

Drew clears his throat, "ready?"

Izuku nods, feeling Ezekial wrap an arm around his waist, Xae on Ezekial's other side.

"How many can this guy hold?" He asks out loud, the three of them trailing behind the blonde who's leading them to the kitchen. He grimaces as the sound of a person wrenching their guts out echoes over the blasting music.

"Heard he once got in over 14 before backing out," Zeke says, "a fucking monster I swear."

Izuku whistles, "big and can hold his drink, might make a grab," he looks up to his partner's, eyes shining with mischief.

Xee growls, "try it and I'll traumatise him bad enough he'll be pissing his bed in a fucking psych ward for years."

Izuku chuckles mirthfully, "I'd never, you guys are my only."

"As it should be," Xee looks down to him, eyes hard, "we don't want consequences."

"Hot," both Zeke and Izuku say at the same time, bursting into quiet laughter right after.

Xee only sighs and ducks his head slightly.

"Ready newbie?" Drew smirks. Izuku wiggles out of his boyfriend's grasp and walks behind the counter. A surprisingly large crowd surrounds them, girls and guys and all those in-between cheering loudly, fists slamming the marble tiles, loud and overwhelming. Izuku slowly brings his hands to his ears and steadies his breathing.

So many fucking people...

A hand on his shoulder startles him, and he looks up to meet Zeke and Xee's worried gazes.

"If it's too overwhelming we can leave," Zeke says kindly, bending to be heard over the thumping music. In his peripheral, Izuku sees Drew line up a bunch of shots, clear liquid filling the brim.

He shakes his head, "I'm fine, nothing a good buzz in my system can't help."

Their scepticism doesn't falter.

"Seriously, if it's too much I'd tell you, I promise."

"Fine," they relax a little, "but please don't overdo it."

Izuku shakes his head, "I would never."

"Come on, new kid," Drew calls him over, and he gives his boyfriends one last reassuring smile before heading off. Ten shots, he counts quickly, filled to the brim with, what he had to guess was vodka.

"It's Izuku," Izuku looks across from him.

"Okay, Izuku," the guy flashes him a sardonic look, "don't come crying when you lose."

Izuku only hums an answer.

"Ready?!" A high-toned voice yells. Izuku looks up and makes out Val shoving her way through the horde, Aviva and Ezra no doubt on her tail but difficult to see with how small they are. He does catch small flashes of soft maroon that prove he is right.

Izuku feels a vibration in his back pocket and takes his phone out.

Without looking at who's calling, he hands it to a pretty face standing at the foot of the crowd, "keep an eye on it for me, doll," he smiles. The girl nods, returning the look and Izuku leans back just as the same high toned voice yells, "go!"

With quick reflexes, he downs shot after shot, savouring the burn in his throat and the warmth in his veins. He doesn't glance at the guy across from him, slamming the last glass just shy of hard enough to shatter and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looks up and sees the guy downing his last shot. His head feels a little heavy, but otherwise, he's fine. Just somewhat over tipsy.

"You still can go?" Drew asks him, sounding a lot sober than Izuku felt. He only shrugs.

"Barely hit me yet," he calls over, surprised at how composed his words were.

Drew laughs, "how about first to shotgun a beer wins?"

Izuku nods, easily catching a cold can of whatever, he didn't bother reading the label and pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Unbeknownst to him, the girl just before him accidentally swiped 'answer' on the facetime call he was receiving, camera facing his direction in what was possibly the worst luck in the world. His ex, Katsuki Bakugo is on the other end.

Since Izuku's sudden leave, 4 weeks since he's left U.A and 2 weeks since he left for America, Katsuki has been relentless in badgering him. He was pissed and being broken up with, simple as that. The other members of 1-A were equally as annoying with calling Izuku, and he's learnt to just ignore the ringing until it eventually dies out.

Class 1-A are by him, watching in horror and Izuku presses the edge of his key into the metal, mimicking the guy by him, and drowns the liquid quickly and messily.

"What the fuck?!" Katsuki yells, not loud enough to be heard over the music, or by the girl who was holding Izuku's phone. He looks so different too, dressed nicely, hair half neon half dark, body a lot slimmer yet the grooves of his abs still there.

Izuku smiles and he chugs it down, the burn so much softer than the straight vodka they had moments ago. His can clatters to the floor just seconds before Drew, and he smiles in victory. The buzz is strong enough that the cheering of the crowd passes him.

"Damn," he looks to Drew, whose smiling at him, "you're one hell of a monster."

Izuku only shrugs, before strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him up. He squeals, hands wrapping around the neck and looks to see auburn eyes staring at him intensely.

"That was hot, Amore Mio," he pulls him in for a long, hard kiss that Izuku returns eagerly. Another pair of arms wrap around his back, and his back is held flush, soft lips pressing into the skin just below his choker. The whisper of, "I agree, Mon Lapin," sends a shiver down his spine. He cranes his neck and presses a softer kiss to Xee's lips.

The crowd whistles and Izuku is put down only to be tackled by two smaller frames.

"That was awesome, Izu," Aviva cheers, Ezra humming in agreement.

Val smirks down at him, "looks like you did it."

"I'm offended you doubted me," he glances around and frowns when he misses the sight of pastel pink, "where's Ai?"

"Somewhere either being railed or railing someone," Ezra shrugs, and Izuku nods, satisfied.

"Let's dance," Aviva orders, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him out of the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Katsuki's mouth drops in horror when a pretty boy with long hair eagerly lifts Izuku, pulling him in for a kiss that was way to passionate to be public. Mina squawks in disbelief when another, equally as pretty, boy comes from behind and Izuku moves to kiss him too.

"He has two boyfriends," Sero murmurs.

"Slutty," Uraraka sneers from Katsuki's side.

A weird churn bubbles in everyone when three other figures come to view, each tackling Izuku, excluding a really tall girl with long black hair.

"Since when did he have other friends?" Momo asks incredulously.

They see the girl with short blonde hair drag Izuku by the wrist, and the camera shakes as whoever is holding the phone walks over to Izuku. They meet the ceiling and finally can hear Izuku over the loud of the music. His words are slurred.

"Here you go," the girl offers the phone, and Izuku smiles and takes it back.

He feels it buzz and looks down only to realise that this time, the buzzing is the sound of voices too soft to be heard over the music but loud enough to startle the speaker on his phone.

He looks to the camera and frowns when meeting a bunch of unwanted, ugly faces.

"Bye," he calls to the camera, ignoring the yelling and slipping his phone back into his pocket. It buzzes again, but it's nothing over the blare of the music and he can ignore easily with how lightweight he feels.

Arms snake around his waist and another grabs his shoulder, "let's dance."