Chapter 5: Bread Knife

"Fool-san," Midoriya says under his breath, "I did not expect this to go this way."

The knife presses even harder on his skin, he doesn't know if it was his imagination by his neck was starting to become slick with iron liquid. "How did you expect this to go?" Todoroki smirks.

"The other way around,"

"Ah," God, what the fuck was that sexy sound?! "I bet that's what you also thought during the previous cases. Monica, Kurosaki, Thomas—"

"Don't you dare say their names!" 'Greene' snarled, his knuckles turning white, "I will never allow you to—"

"Why must you react so badly against me, shouldn't you be telling this to yourself?" The Fool drawls his words, if a snake could talk this is how it must sound. "After all, it is your incompetence that brought their early demise."

All the words that the detective wants to say disappear completely. He stares at the Fool's eyes, and he could see his reflection in them: Detective Greene looks horrified. He knows that death is on his case, and nothing can stop the Fool from embedding the blade on his throat. His muscles relax upon the realization that everything was futile. All those years of pursuing this murderer were futile. And tonight, he will just add up to the Fool's list of victims.

Seeing the helpless expression on his face, the Fool starts to laugh. And it wasn't the usual soft exhalation from his nose laugh that Todoroki usually produces. This is a full-blown diabolic villain laughter. His hysterical cackles echoes throughout the empty streets, it was so irksome that the dogs in the neighborhood are howling back at him.

God, Todoroki is into this roleplaying shenanigan too much!

"You are a good at your job, Detective Greene. But you let your emotions cloud your thoughts." He whispers to the smaller man's ear, Detective Greene shivers involuntarily. "It will lead you to your downfall."

Supposedly, this is where the scene ends. The Fool disappears into the night, while the detective will curse the air and aimlessly follow his dead tracks. But it sounds too cliché. Midoriya has other things in mind. Sadly, Todoroki isn't aware of his adlib.

"Payback time," Midoriya hums to himself.

Todoroki doesn't know how, but he finds his weapon suddenly thrown to the other side of the street. He takes a step back, completely taken off guard when Midoriya grabs his shoulder and switches their position. He struggles, but Midoriya's body does not budge, in fact he made sure that he tightly pins him against the wall, that there is no possible escape route for him. It only occurs to

Todoroki now that his muscles aren't all for show.

Then he has this sudden realization that Midoriya could've easily done this from the start, if only they weren't roleplaying.

They're still roleplaying, right?

Right?

Luscious forest eyes stare back at his dilated polychromatic ones. He felt his eyes watered. Watered not because of fear but due to humiliation.

"My, I didn't expect you to be the type," The voice that is usually as sweet honey and innocent as an unborn baby morphed into something. Something dangerous and profoundly seductive. A gasp escapes from lips, warmth redirects itself to his nether regions. "I always thought you'd be an S."

The bi-chrome haired man bites back a moan as he felt the shorter yet stronger man dangerously raise his bent leg closer to a place that was begging to be touched. He couldn't stop his body from reacting. His back arches and his hand grips the shoulder of the man who pinned him against the wall. His instincts told him to run away now. But he couldn't. Those eyes, those eyes that seemed to exude a raging forest fire, dared him to make a move. And if he did, he was sure that this man will…

"What do you think you're doing?" Todoroki says through gritted teeth, finally breaking out of character. He continues to struggle from his tight position, but just like a Magikarp using splash, nothing happens.

It made Midoriya Izuku smirk.

He leans closer, lips right next to the shell of Todoroki's ears.

"You?"

Todoroki made a very odd sound. It was a combination of a whimper, a moan, and Midoriya's signature hieeeeeeeee! It was such a sound to reckon with that Midoriya broke out of his sadistic trance and bursts out laughing. He took this as an opportunity to shove the other guy off of him, and Midoriya faceplants on the ground.

Yet, he was still laughing.

"Oh my god, did I scare you?" He says in between his wheezing intervals. "I'm sorry, I might've gone too far."

"It's hard to accept your apology when you look like you just had the time of your life," Todoroki says dryly.

Midoriya stops and does a seiza pose, "I'm sorry, I might've gone too far." He repeats, this time with a straight face and sincerity written all over his face.

The other man sighs, accepting defeat.

"What was that?" He demands, though his tone isn't unforgiving. "You almost gave me a heart attack there!"

"I could tell," The curly top stifles his impending laughter, and Todoroki gives him a warning glance. "You told me to act like myself, so I did. I defended myself."

Todoroki frowns, getting the knife that lay unwanted on the other side of the street. "What was that thing with the knife? I didn't even notice you move to knock it off my hand."

He grins. "It's a military secret?"

"What?"

"My dad, I mean my stepdad, used to work in the US army." Midoriya explains. "He taught me some self-defense tricks to keep me safe."

Todoroki slowly nods, wondering what he'll do with this new piece of information about Midoriya's life when a random idea came to him. Thinking about it now, shouldn't Detective Greene be aware of these self-defense tricks as well? After all, violence is in-line with his field of work so he should at least be aware of the basics that could possibly save his life.

He ended up using that information about Midoriya after all.

"So Detective Greene has this tendency to pin other people on the wall when attacked," Todoroki mutters to himself. "How interesting."

Midoriya blushes furiously, "I told you it was for self-defense!"

Todoroki chuckled and waves his hand dismissively. "I don't mean to tease you. I think it'll be better to equip the detective with skills that seem unlikely from his character. It makes him more dimension and a realistic being, don't you think?"

Midoriya nods, even though it was obviously Todoroki's writer ramblings and probably a rhetorical one. The younger man hands the knife to him, Midoriya's stares at the cutting utensil for a good moment.

"This is a bread knife." He says, dryly. "A bread knife from Café Perry." It was easy to determine since every utensil in the café has its logo embedded on it. In the bread knife's case, it was embedded on the handle.

His hand immediately goes to his neck, inspecting if there was any injury. Of course there isn't, it was a bread knife for fuck's sake. It was just imagination due to he intense situation that he felt something oozing out of him.

"Please return it for me." Todoroki bows meekly, he looked so earnest that Midoriya couldn't find the urge to reprimand him for stealing the cafe's kitchenware.

Note to self, Todoroki' steals kitchenware. From now on, inspect his plate for incomplete eating utensils.

He abruptly remembers the 'shipping' request Todoroki had.

"It's also overflowing with implications, don't you think?" The green haired man wiggles his eyebrows disturbingly, it made Todoroki look away in disgust. "Hey, don't give me that look! You're the one who asks for it!"

Unbeknownst to the other male, Todoroki's heart was beating like s hummingbird's. His skin is still red due to embarrassment from the previous encounter, he's glad that the streets are dim so his companion couldn't see the flustered look on his face that refused to disappear.

"My apartment is this way," Midoriya announces as they reach an intersection. "I assume you're on the opposite direction?"

Todoroki nods.

They bid farewell, thanking the company of the other.

The two-toned boy—not a man, according to Japanese law—waves at his friend's retreating form. As cliché as it may sound, and he never really believe about such thing not until now, there was a dull ache in his chest while he watched Midoriya's back completely disappear from his view. Slowly, he turns around and retraces their steps together.

He didn't have the courage to tell Midoriya, but Todoroki's apartment is literally beside Café Perry. He just told him to walk with him because...

Why not?

When Todoroki Shouto arrives home, he immediately goes to his laptop and includes the... raunchy event with him. He doesn't even need to try hard to remember and describe each detail that he saw back then.

Rough calloused hand, warm breath against sweaty skin, bright green eyes that turned predatory for a moment...

Todoroki inhales deeply, trying to etch the memory in his mind.

And with that, he continues his work.

On the other side of Tokyo, a certain green curly top arrives at his residences, breathing heavily. He literally stumbles on his doorstep, and he finds himself lying down on the matted floor. But Midoriya doesn't care, his jeans felt tight and heavy at that moment. He growls, removing his hardening shaft from its constraints.

Dual-colored eyes look at him with clouded eyes, he might not admit it to himself but at that moment, Midoriya was sure, that he saw neediness in them. Those eyes, those cold eyes that seemed to exude calmness and control, melted with desire when he was subjected under Midoriya's dominance.

"Ngggghhn!" He moans, he couldn't stop himself anymore. Tentatively, he starts to touch himself.

God, he was like... He was like... Those eyes! Those eyes filled with desire... It reminded him so much off—

The image in his mind of Todoroki being pinned on the wall blurs. Slowly, his head of red and white shifts into a color of blond. Lusting heterochromatic eyes is replaced by burning red.

"Kacchan...!" The sound of slick flesh accompanied by Midoriya's lustful moans filled the room.

It was not until dawn does he stop, not until his hands were filled with his sticky fluid, not until the image of someone else completely takes over his mind, not until he realizes what he has done.

"Oh no..." He whispers, he crawls towards the bathroom and thoroughly washes his hands on the sink. "What have I done...?"

The bathroom mirror doubles as a medicine cabinet, or should he say it was the other way around. Midoriya grabs a couple of capsules from inside his medicine cabinet, shoving it down his throat without a second thought. He closes the cabinet, only to see himself on the mirror.

And another masculine figure behind him.

So you found another prey? The ghostly voice whispers against his ear, it sends shivers down his spine and also made that part of him springs back to life.

"I'm sorry…!" Midoriya cries, tears trails down his face. The transparent figure pays no mind and proceeds to touch him. Touch him in places he'd rather not want to be touched, but his body was betraying him for reacting, regardless. He moans and tries to struggle. But who was he kidding? There was no point in struggling because the man behind him is merely a fabrication of his imagination. This is happening because this is what he wants.

You're such a dirty whore, Deku.

Deku cums.