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Artificial Love	By : DevilnBlue Category: +M to R > My Hero Academia Views: 235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Hello everyone, his is Hopeless Blue Kiss here. I am republishing this after realizing I could have added more to it. Most of the changes are at the very end. I hope you enjoy and comment. The story is inspired by 'Absolute Boyfriend' which is a good manga to read, so please check it out. This is yet another My Hero Academia story and I hope I can soon build a following on this fandom. Enjoy.
Artificial Love
Chapter One
Toast and eggs.
That was all Izuku could make that wasn’t prepackaged at a convenience store without burning down the kitchen of his one-bedroom apartment. It almost happened. He had the unfortunate scorch mark on his floor where he had panicked and dropped the skillet before grabbing the fire extinguisher to put out failed dish.
Izuku tried. He really did. He had attempted following along YouTube cooking tutorials, food channels, and even Katsuki, his next-door neighbor, had tried to sink in simple recipes into his thick skull. But he got distracted easily when it came to cooking and just had a knack for burning. It didn’t matter if he was under the watchful eyes of the blonde and his wooden spoon. He starts off well enough and then his mind would wonder about his last class or episode of a tv show he recently watched. His mouth would get to muttering and his mind would get to plotting his next course, then bam the fire alarm went off and a wood spoon would come crashing onto his hands.
Kacchan had finally had to ban him from using his own kitchen unless it was to wash dishes or microwave food either the blonde brought or he himself had bought from the convenience store. Any protest Izuku may have had died on his lips after looking at the burnt failures he had to shovel into the garbage, despite him meekly insisting to the angry blonde that he’ll willingly eat his failures so as not to waste precious food money. That was only met with a withering gaze and a clever reminder from Katsuki that if he didn’t cease his sorry ass attempts at home cooking then he’d risk burning up his precious All Might figurines and mementos that were currently kept in a display in the living room right next to the kitchen.
Izuku had been living alone for a few years now. At first his helicopter mom refused to part with her precious and only child. However, the district high school that was closest to their home had been closed due to renovations after the last natural disaster and the second nearest school was a long commute from Inko’s work and there home. So, she begrudgingly allowed her child to stay in an apartment by himself, only because she knew that Izuku’s next door neighbor was an old childhood friend of hers.
Mitsuki had frequently did random pop ins with her ear glued to her cell phone to reassure Izuku’s mother that her son was safe. She would then deposit something homemade into his hands before u-turning it back next door, giving Izuku a sympathetic look. Sometimes it was the greenette that showed up to the Bakugo’s apartment next door for the homemade meal and sense of family. But nowadays now that Izuku was now starting college, it was Mitsuki’s son, Katsuki, who would pop in after banging on the door promptly at 6pm.
Katsuki, or Kacchan as he was used to calling him since childhood, was rough around the edges. But was overall a good guy, who didn’t mind hanging out with him when Katsuki wasn’t with his friend group or studying. They even shared the same interest when it came to the superhero cartoons that Izuku openly and Katsuki secretly liked marathoning together when they got into the mood to.
Izuku was still buzzing with excitement even after one of those superhero marathons was supposed to help calm him down. It didn’t. The greenette was excited to start his first day at college and smashed his All Might limited edition alarm clock a little too hard when it woke him up to greet a new school day. He quickly set a pot of water to boil an egg and put on two slices of toast to cook as he quickly got ready for the day. He brushed his teeth, took a quick shower, got dressed and when that didn’t calm him down, he alternated between a few pushups and sit ups until he heard the angry hissing of boiled eggs with too little water.
He quickly hopped up to quickly put his pot in the sink and turn off the stove. Cold water hissed against the two hot pot as he filled it in hopes of cooling down the eggs. Izuku grabbed his backpack and double-checked that his necessary textbooks were inside before slathering up his pieces of toasts to chew on before remembering he had laundry still left out overnight to dry. Quickly with a yelp, looking at the approaching bus time, he scrambled up, toast in his mouth to go to the balcony to grab his laundry before tossing them on his couch to sort through laughter.
He pocketed his warm eggs that he will snack on later and was out of the door, keys jingling in his hand. Only to stop as his cold boxers were smacked against his face the moment he took to steps away from home.
“Waahh-chan, why are you holding my underwear?” Izuku asked as he snatched up his underwear in embarrassment and quickly tossed them inside his house before confronting his close friend.
“Look here shitnerd, I’m not some pervert like you are. Keep your shit over on your side of the apartment complex,” the blonde sneered, crossing his arms now that he was free of said underwear.
Izuku quickly mumbled an apology mumbling about being in a rush when he put away his underwear.
“You should be glad that I told Auntie Inko I would feed your dumbass, otherwise you’d live off of nothing but junk food and eggs,” the blonde scuffed as he shoved a brown paper bag in the greenette’s hands. “I’ll pick up the bento box when I deliver your dinner.”
Izuku chuckled nervously, unable to deny that he wouldn’t get that far without the surly blonde. “Kaachan’s food is always delicious. You will make someone a good husband one day!” the greenette said eagerly to get back in his friend’s good graces and forget about his wayward underwear. He threw his arm over the blonde’s shoulder before his neighbor could splutter and curse him out when he eagerly he steered him down the stairs and to the parking lot. “So does this mean you are giving us a ride to the university or are you going to let your childhood friend sit by his lonesome on the bus stop,” Izuku wheedled giving his best sunshine smile.
Katsuki wanted to kill him. HE LOVED IT! ‘Kami, why did I have to fall for such a deku like him and his stupidly cute face. Idiot doesn’t even know I like him and only make food for only me and him. Kami he’s so dense,’ he grumbled to himself in his head. But aloud he let out a put upon and pretended to consider it when of course he wanted to give the greenette a ride.
“Fuck…. I guess if you ask nicely. But you’ll have to treat me to something spicey if I keep doing favors like this for you,” Katsuki said after a while, still not shrugging off Izuku’s arm. He relished the closeness and the body warmth that soaked in from one side of his body where Izuku was pressed against him. It took everything I the blonde not to smirk in victory in going out with his closest friend. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a ‘date’. But it was close enough.
It honestly was all he could do not to practically live in his next door neighbor’s home and cuddle while watching movies and playing video games. Katsuki made damn sure to visit his idiot friends if only for them to stop whining about how he hadn’t spent enough time with them sense high school graduation. He also was studious enough to get his studying done before even attempting to visit Izuku because he always lost track of time around Izuku and he didn’t need his demented mother guffawing at how lovesick her son was. Not as if the hag didn’t laugh her ass off the first time she realized her grumpy son was too cute when he had suggested he could cook and bring Izuku his food starting his second year in college.
“You’re amazing Kaachan! Sure, yeah I found this Korean barbeque place that Ochaco mentioned about over the break by the train station. There are supposed to be some spicy items there that might suit your taste….” Izuku began to prattle on in the way he did when he was excited about the topic. He only stopped when the blonde suddenly stopped and violently shrugged off Izuku’s arm around his shoulder.
“You been talking to Round Cheeks a lot, huh?” Katsuki said bitterly as he stomped the rest of the way to his Jeep and jerked his car door open. It was wrapped in orange coating and had classic lit bomb silhouettes all along the bottom. It was a gorgeous piece of machinery he was proud of that was a birthday present to him from his parents on his 18^th birthday and for becoming the valedictorian for their Senior of High School.
Normally he wouldn’t treat it so roughly, but he was a little pissed that somehow the brunette had weaseled close to his Izuku. ‘It was probably during that trip to the hot springs,’ he thought in frustration. He had wanted to convince Izuku to go with them, but the greenette insisted that was a family trip for him and he could survive one week apart from him. ‘Doubtful,’ he had thought bitterly at the time. But it was clear the sneaky greenette managed to get his meals somewhere else like the stray that he was.
“Do you not like Korean Barbeque?” Izuku asked in bemusement as he easily climbed into the jeep, tossing his backpack further back in the all black interior.
“Tch, forget it,” Katsuki scuffed. It was pointless to get upset with Izuku. He didn’t know any better. It was the brunette he should be angry with. He had thought he had made it perfectly clear that the clueless greenette was his back in high school. But it was clear that he needed to find where Ochaco was and remind her who would ultimately have Izuku’s heart. With a vicious smile in place he quickly fastened his seat belt, made sure Izuku had his own too before revving up his car to go. “The food better be hot enough.”
“The hotter the better,” Izuku parroted even as he began to fiddle with the blonde’s radio until he found a song he could sing offkey to.
“What’s got you excited? It can’t be going to college. You’re such a nerd,” Katsuki murmured fondly even as he turned the radio dial only to earn a pout by Izuku. ‘Cute,’ he thought.
“That to, but I finally worked up the nerve to confess to someone important,” Izuku said eagerly, all but forgetting that he was denied use of the radio.
Katsuki’s hands spasmed around the steering wheel. It took everything in him not to slam on the breaks and demand who it was. “Oh, do I know this lucky individual?” he forced out between gritted teeth.
“We should be in the same class as her. You know, the girl you keep calling ‘Round Cheeks’ despite how many times she tries to get you to call her by her name,” teased out the greenette gleefully.
“Why her?” Katsuki snapped out a little bit too harshly before settling down with a smile when Izuku looked a bit startled. “What is about her that you exactly like beyond friendship?” he asked grateful the college was pulling up. He didn’t think he could drive for long when all his attention was zeroed in on Izuku and his words.
“She’s sweet and nice. She smells nice and has the right amount of female curves and softness,” Izuku began fondly, smiling one of his goofy smiles.
“Female curves aren’t everything. I prefer a hard body to something soft and squishy,” Katsuki grunted in distaste as he parked and quickly got out of his jeep. He asked for this conversation but didn’t think he could stomach Izuku talking about his love rival.
“Is everything okay Kaachan?!” Izuku asked as he quickly gathered his backpack and left the jeep right behind his childhood friend. Both of them had the same class so he didn’t think nothing of following him. He didn’t know what he said to upset his friend, but he knew Katsuki long enough to know that he had upset him. “There is nothing wrong with muscular girls either. I wasn’t insulting your taste in women!” he practically shouted across the campus as he chased the blonde.
“Shut up you Deku!” growled out Katsuki blushing furiously. He did not want rumors going around that he was int muscular women when he was only actually interested in one muscular man that apparently was a complete idiot. His ears burned crimson from the quad all the way to his history class with his idiot crush trailing behind him like a lost puppy with his mouth closed as commanded. On any other day he would have felt bad for exploding at his friend like that. But at that very moment he was frustrated that could understand him in so many ways but this major one. It was frustrating. He wanted to sulk in peace or go seek out Ochaco before the dweeb did to give her a firm talking down to.
Izuku felt chastened and sullen as he dutifully walked behind his friend. Any attempts to calm down the blonde was met with glaring red eyes that could kill any words on the spot. He was more than happy to spot his two friends from high school Ochaco and Iida. He waved frantically at them while clutching his backpack to his chest. His mouth opened to shout a greeting before Katsuki anticipated the shout and dragged him into their classroom.
“Sit down and behave yourself,” Katsuki ordered pointing to a seat in a back, preferably next to him.
Izuku nodded eagerly and plopped down on a chair that was in the general direction of where Katsuki pointed and was relieved when not only Katsuki but Iida, Ochaco and their old class vice president Momo sat next to him. He was happy to be surrounded by familiar faces and dutifully got out a notebook and pencil while a few of his friends pulled out their laptops.
“I’m use to using a notebook,” he mumbled to Katsuki when the blonde raised his eyebrow in question. But nothing more was said and soon the activities died down as their professor walked in and began to launch into the indigenous people of Japan.
Izuku practically zoned out and was on auto pilot as he took down notes quickly. He hummed and murmured to himself as the professor pointed out an interesting fact before he continued to write, all the while sneaking glances at both Katsuki and Ochaco. ‘I’m sure the spicy food will cheer him up, but I really need to talk to Ochaco,’ he thought to himself.
The moment their professor dismissed the class Izuku let out a sigh of relief and stood up, his whole body practically vibrating once more with excited energy. “Ochaco may I speak to you?”
“Sure Izuku. Wow you grew taller over the summer!” she exclaimed as she stood up herself. Her petite self was just shy of being five foot tall, but her bubbly personality and attitude to not back down made her seem taller sometimes.
“I… I was hoping out in the hallway or something more private… but… I mean we are among friends. So, Ochaco I really like you! W… Will you go out with me?!” Izuku said loudly in his excitement. He covered his mouth in embarrassment for how loud he said the last part. His cheeks flushed pink as he looked with anticipatory nervousness at Ochaco.
Ochaco looked discreetly at Katsuki, who looked sourly at Ochaco from behind Izuku daring her to say anything to his long time crush. Everyone except Izuku knew in the friend group knew the open secret that the surly Katsuki had the hots for his clueless next door neighbor/childhood friend. The blonde was a terror scaring away any girl that seemed to have in a wisp of an interest in the greenette. The besides terrorizing poor schoolgirls was that Izuku never had expressed interest in the same sex or Katsuki in general besides thinking him on of his closest friends. Ochaco herself felt that Izuku was a swell guy and if things were different and it had been a few months earlier even despite the open threats Katsuki had made to her in passing, she might have given it a shot. But…
“I… um sorry Deku, but I’m actually dating Iida since the beginning of summer. But we can still be friends, right?” she asked apologetically. She hurt breaking the sunshine boy’s heart, but she had no regrets choosing to date her bespectacled boyfriend.
“I… yeah of course. I was… was just joking anyway,” he mumbled lamely. “Co… Congratulations Iida and Ochaco. You two look like you would make a cute couple. I… I wish you years of happiness. I… um… got to go to my next class,” he choked out, quickly packing up the rest of his things and leaving, ignoring the shouts for his attention behind him.
“Loser, what the hell was that?!” Katsuki demanded quickly grabbing Izuku’s arm and stopping him from marching all the way across the quad.
“What do you mean? It was just a joke,” Izuku said tersely, not wanting to show Katsuki that he was crying a little for striking out with yet another girl. He honestly thought they had great chemistry, but he was doomed to be friend zoned or flat out rejected.
“Sure, as hell didn’t look like a joke,” Katsuki retorted gently releasing Izuku’s arm and lightly bumping his shoulder. “It’ll be okay. There are plenty of fish in the sea and all that crap,” the blonde tried to say in comfort.
“You don’t know what it means to end up in a one-sided relationship over and over again. I swear, everyone I develop a crush on is either taken or doesn’t consider me dating material,” he scuffed kicking a random pebble on the ground. His day went from good to bad in a matter of a few hours. He wanted to go home already, but he still had some classes to attend to first.
“Who says I don’t know about unrequited love,” Katsuki scuffed bitterly, his eyes glaring at the back of the subject of said issue.
“It was their lost. You’re great once you get pass the grouchiness.” Izuku chirped out as he scrubbed his face with the back of his hand and gave the blonde a watery smile.
“Shut up and let me take your sorry ass to lunch after we get through these classes. I hear the first day of classes are normally going over the syllabi and setting up homework for the next class. It’s a waste of time, but who knows if one of our classes may have that one professor determined to work day one,” Katsuki explained matter-of-factly.
“Thanks Kacchan, but it’s my treat this time. You can get next time,” Izuku insisted before pausing to pick up an old flip phone that was left a little way from the sidewalk. “I’m surprised someone didn’t steal a cell phone,” the greenette mumbled to himself.
“No one’s going to fucking steal a flip phone you can buy easily from a convenience store. Look, I’m going to go ahead because it looks like my class if further down than yours. Meet up at the quad for lunch? And then after school you’ll treat me to dinner?” he asked before Izuku nodded distractedly ‘yes.’. “Good.”
Izuku waved off his blonde friend before he looked curiously at the phone that suddenly began to ring at that moment. He looked guilty around unsure whether to answer it. But then realized it may be the owner trying to see if a good Samaritan like him had found it.
“Hello, can I help you?” Izuku said tentatively to the caller.
“Thank Kami suddenly picked up the phone. It’s my work phone and I thought I lost it. Is it possible you can tell me where you are, and I can pick it up right now? I haven’t made a sale since that dumb phone fell slipped out of my pocket,” a youthful, but slightly tired, male voice muttered bitterly.
“Um, I am at XXX University. I have a class in a few minutes, but I can meet you at around 11:50am at the Starbucks right across the street from the school. I’ll be the one with the green hair and red shoes,” the greenette offered apologetically. He was already hustling, looking at his printed-out schedule to go to the next letter building before he was late for class. Hopefully the time would work for the stranger because either way he was going to have to wait.
“Yeah, no problem. Thanks man. I’ll treat you to a coffee or sweet once you get there to express my tanks,” the tired voice said amiably. Then hung up the phone leaving Izuku just barely making inside his class before the TA closed the classroom door. It was as he was settling into his chair and trying to see if he recognized anyone that he realized that neither he nor the stranger on the phone exchanged names.
TWO HOURS LATER…
Izuku was settled into a Starbucks chair and pulled out his cell phone to text his mother that his first day of college was going well. It was a total lie with his heartbroken once again, but it wasn’t something to worry his mother when she was in a whole other district.
“You’re the guy who found my flip phone, huh?” came a tired voice that plopped casually in the seat next to him. He had wild purple hair and perpetual bags under his eyes as if he were pulling more than one all nightery. He wore a weird uniform for a businessman, but Izuku shrugged it off because it takes all kinds to make the world go round.
“Before I give you this phone, what is the screenshot on the phone?” he demanded, not just wanting to give up the phone without some due diligence.
“Ha… it’s a picture of my cat Purr Might in his All Might costume for Halloween,” the purple-haired stranger said with a laugh and a shrug. “I’m a cat person who likes to dress up my cats to their utter horror.”
“It’s kind of cute with the tiny blonde wig you strapped on him. Cats really don’t like getting dressed up do they?” Izuku asked conversationally even as he handed the man the flip phone.
“Nope. But I like a good challenge. So, nice stranger, what will you have? A pastry? A Coffee? Or would you be interested in one of the products my company sells? We offer deep discounts to college students like you this time around,” the stranger went into his best sale’s men spiel before one of the Starbuck workers gently brought it to their intention that they couldn’t loiter in the store without purchasing something.
It was when they returned back to their seat with steaming cups of coffee and tea and a large pastry both, that they carried on in their discussion.
“I’m not sure if you heard it when both the cashier and barista butchered my name, but it’s Hitoshi Shinso. I’m a part-time salesman who is very grateful for you finding my cell phone and you’re Izuku, right? I caught the name from the Barista,” he quickly added so as not to freak out the greenette.
“Oh… yeah. I’m Izuku Midoriya and no problem. I’m sure someone would have eventually turned in the phone. This pastry and coffee is enough of a thanks. Besides I got to meet up a friend for lunch soon,” he confessed apologetically ready to get up.
“That offer for selling you a product at a a discount stands. We have products that grow out hair, make someone taller, build muscles, give them the perfect lover…” Hitoshi began to rattle off the products his company offered.
“There is no such thing as a perfect lover,” Izuku sounded surprisingly bitter to Hitoshi.
The salesman eagerly leaned forward and offered the greenette a card. “Just take a look at our website. I know the sale’s card looks gimmicky, but these products are one hundred percent real and customer satisfaction is guaranteed,” the salesman, who seemed close to Izuku’s age, declared.
“Sure… thanks…” he trailed off grabbing the card. He glanced at it seeing ‘Hitoshi Shinso -part-time sales rep.’ printed on the first two lines and ‘Lover Shop: the perfect love awaits’ emblazoned in red at the bottom. He blushed furiously hoping the shop wasn’t an adult store and he had been offered a discount on adult products. He covered his nervousness in an awkward laugh and stuffed the card deep in his pocket before gathering his things. “Well… um bye,” he said awkwardly before leaving with his pastry and coffee. He took generous bites and sips of both knowing if he showed up with the pastry that Katsuki would scold him for ruining his appetite like a mother hen. He didn’t notice a pair of purple eyes hadn’t left him until he was no longer in site.
“He’ll definitely purchase something,” Hitoshi hummed in reassurance before taking a savoring sip of his coffee. Then nearly proceeded to choke on his coffee when his returned phone began to buzz with an unknown number. “He…. Hello, Hitoshi here to make your dreams come true,” the purple haired salesman managed to sound as smooth as possible despite nearly choking at the beginning. He wasn’t expected to receive a call so soon after meeting the greenette.
“What kind of phone greeting is that and what kind of weird stuff are you into? How do you hand out cards like this with a straight face?” the greenette complained back to the greeting given.
“Ah, I see curiosity got the better of you then?” Hitoshi chuckled softly. He leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his coffee, his phone cradled between his ear and shoulder. “So, what do you think? Eager to purchase?”
“It’s not hard to look up something considering your business has a qr-code on the back of it,” Izuku snorted out, even as he spotted his blonde friend/ He waved him, indicating where he was before he said in a hushed tone. “Why would I purchase anything from that store? Kami, no. Just called to advice you next time someone does you a favor or act of kindness, don’t give them one of your business cards,” he lectured.
“Suuuuuuuurreee,” Hitoshi dragged out the words, knowing it would annoy his caller. It was a small, pleasure finding such a prude in today’s day and age. He wouldn’t mind spicing up their love life. But to each their own he guessed as he shrugged. He couldn’t help but overhear someone, who wasn’t Izuku on the phone ask, ‘Who is that on the phone’, followed by Midoriya saying ‘No one’ before a dial tone was heard. “So rude,” Hitoshi chirped in amusement. He knew this small interaction would buoy his mood for the rest of the day.
xXx
Katsuki and him had a fight. He couldn’t believe it as he sat there nursing a beer, he had picked up from a convenience store after being kicked out of a college frat party that both him and Bakugou were both attending. He had thought it would be fun to forget about Ochaco and how he had been thoroughly friend-zoned that day. But the blonde had been against it from the start. But was determined to tag along with the greenette anyway.
Izuku had eagerly drank from the red silo cups of booze, wanting the full college and wanting to be normal, instead of some dweeb homebody that gushed over anime and closest relationship with a girl was from a 2d sim dating game. He thought Bakugou would be okay with it considering it was his mutual friend Denki that invited them. But Bakugou glared him throughout the night, arms crossed and venom ready at the tip of his tongue.
Tipsy and feeling the music, Izuku began to sway to the beat, bobbing his head and trying to find the rhythm. He wasn’t a skinny guy or a bulky guy. He was very svelte and made sure to stay tone and far from the scrawny middle-school that used to be bullied and needed Kacchan to defend him. He was quite surprised when a bold girl touched his hips and offered to dance with him, complimenting him on his moves.
He was a stuttering, blushing mess and agreed readily beaming at his luck. Only to be yanked back by Katsuki demanding that it was time for him to go home because he was too drunk. Izuku could vaguely remember turning around and trying to shake off his insistent hand. “We’re all grown-ups here. I don’t always need you to mother me,” he slurred out, wrenching his hand free.
Katsuki looked hurt for a moment before anger had him clenching his jaws and balling his fists. “Fuck you then Izuku! You’re only playing as grown-up but guess who’s always there to clean up your mess? Me! Always me!” he howled out, beyond pissed. He didn’t even care if he drew a crowd as he hit Izuku’s chest with each declaration. “Ochaco doesn’t like you, so fucking what. You can’t even see the person who has like you since forever because you’re such a damn Deku!”
It was the ‘Deku’ part that had snapped Izuku out of his drunken stupor, long enough for him to punch Katsuki. Then all hell broke loose as he began to physically fight for the first time in their awkward friendship. Curses and punches were thrown until Eijiro and Sero quickly separated the two and told Izuku he had to leave. Izuku wanted to protest but he was the first one to throw a punch even though Katsuki had been pushing and shouting at him beforehand. He opened his mouth and quickly closed it, seeing the blonde being talked down to by the redhead massaging his shoulder.
The blonde looked so upset and hurt when all he had wanted to do was dance with a girl and be normal for just a little while. He sighed and nodded his agreement, turning around and leaving. He had grabbed a case of beer, somehow managing to convince a convenience store worker he was old enough before returning to his lonely apartment.
He grabbed his keys and put it in the key holder by his door for safekeeping when he accidentally brought out Hitoshi’s business card too. “Fuck it,” he murmured to himself. He grabbed a beer, popped the top, drained it halfway, and walked to his bedroom to power up his laptop.
Lover Shop. Izuku snorted the moment he saw the shiny words again. It was one thing to see the website on the tiny screen of his smartphone. But when it was right there on a larger screen with some techno music blaring in the background, he couldn’t help but shake his head in disbelief. Was this really his life? Was he so desperate for companionship?
‘Apparently so,’ he thought bitterly clicking the ‘enter’ button. While taking another bitter swallow of the beer, wondering when it will fully kick in and make him forget. ‘Build Your Perfect Lover’ was among one of the shiny tabs that piqued his interest more so then the risqué toys and lingerie that were also being offered. He never thought he could possibly be able to build his perfect lover, but it seemed like a fun thing to waste his time on as he spent his time clicking away at what he wanted in his perfect lover.
“Blue… no gray eyes…” he slurred out in thought, unable to decide.
“Tsundere. That’s kinda cute. Brat… possibly…” he rumbled over the list of qualities that would interest him and then hit the purchase button, confident that he would be returning the item within the ‘7 days back guarantee or your money back’. There was no such thing as a perfect lover, but if it had a free trial, he was more than willing to give his credit card number before falling into a drunken stupor and falling asleep.
xXx
Izuku had been surviving on leftovers and take out. If he saw another boiled egg or piece of toast gain, he would rip out his hair. It was a stalemate between Katsuki and Izuku. Neither one of the boys wanting to apologize for the fight they had two days ago. He awkwardly waited for a bit for Katsuki to enter their apartment building and gave him enough time to enter his own apartment before he walked towards his home. He might have to be the first to apologize, he thought with a sigh. He only had, but so many friends and he didn’t want to lose someone that had been such an integral part of his life.
“Wow, whose package is this?” he thought to himself as soon as he exited the elevator and saw two men standing in the hallway next to a large crate on a dolly.
“Are you Izuku Midoriya?” asked one of the deliverymen, who happened to be a woman with a pink haired bob and strange goggles. She was holding a clipboard with the customer information on it.
“Yeah…” Izuku said hesitantly, wondering what the hell did he buy that could ever be this big.
“This is your package. Sign here,” the woman instructed, thrusting the clipboard to him.
Izuku fumbled a bit with the clipboard, catching the rolling pen before signing and eyeing the package owlishly. “If I open my door, can you at least roll it in?” he asked politely.
“No problem kid,” the second delivery person, a guy disheveled black hair finally spoke and waited patiently for the fumbling teen to open the door before pushing it into the living room. “Have fun kid.”
“We’re here to make your dreams come true,” piped the first person before they left with their dolly and amused smirks.
“What the hell did I buy?” Izuku murmured to himself, clueless to their smirks as he thanked them before closing and locking his door. He turned and walked around the package trying to figure if the crate box or label would give him a clue, but it didn’t. Just had his name and address on it. So, he shrugged, grabbed a hammer and screwdriver and pried the box open the best that he could. And nearly screamed when something soft plopped out along with a thank you card from ‘Hope You Enjoy Big Guy, from Hitoshi—Your Love Shop Salesman.’
“You sent me a dead body!” screeched Izuku the moment that Hitoshi picked up the phone. He hadn’t taken his green eyes away from the slumped over naked, male body that had come out of crate. It was cold to the touch, unresponsive and was too realistic to be a simple toy.
“Goddammit, my ear drums!” Hitoshi squealed drawing the phone back, frowning at it.
“Sorry… No, not sorry. Why is there a naked man in my package,” Izuku whispered screamed. He prodded the arm of said naked man with the toe of his sock, letting out an unmanly squeal at how the man’s head chose just then to lull to the side facing him. The man’s eyes were dull and lifeless as it stared blankly at the wall one eye blue, and one eye grey.
“Well, you ordered from the Love Shop and we gave you what you wanted,” Hitoshi insisted calmly.
“I am into girls. Not guys,” Izuku insisted, more confused why there wasn’t at least a girl here. Not that a dead girl body would go over well with his neighbors or his family. ‘How would I go about returning a package like this?’ he thought, clenching his hand in his green hair, anxious.
“Well you should have clarified that in the questionnaire,” the salesmen scolded lightly. “Leaving an answer blank forces our manufacturers to guess what you might want. Your email shows you all the qualities you checked out for your perfect lover and it was a doozy of a laundry list. No wonder you were having trouble in the love department buddy.”
Izuku felt like an idiot as he looked at the automated email on his phone that he received from the Love Shop. Under ‘gender preference’ he hadn’t checked anything, so honestly it was his own drunk self’s fault for not being specific enough.
“So what do I do with ‘him’?!” Izuku continued to whisper shout into the phone.
“Well, he’s free for the next seven business days. Explore your sexuality in that time or something. I will be back on the seventh day to retrieve the product unless you opt into keeping him. If you decide to keep him, we can work out a nice payment plan out so that you aren’t overwh—" Hitoshi began to prattle along in his salesman spiel.
The greenette hung up the phone, already feeling a headache develop before he looked down at the male specimen at his feet. As a straight male, he was secure in his sexuality to admit that the man laying at his feet was gorgeous with supple pale, white skin and delicate lashes. He had pouty pink lips and high cheekbones. He had an androgynous beauty that would make him like both cute and handsome in girls or guys clothes. His hair was strangely divided in two, bone white blonde on one side and red on the other, more than likely chosen because of Izuku’s indecision of what hair color he might prefer in a perfect lover.
He crouched down, gently feeling around the doll, trying to figure out if it had some switch or something to turn it on. It had too much give to be a simple sex doll. The skin felt real and if it wasn’t for the awkward pose it was in, he would have thought the male was sleeping. He managed to finally fish the manual from under the dual haired doll’s left hip before skimming the direction and nearly choking on his spit.
Izuku couldn’t believe he was giving his first kiss to a robot and it was a guy robot at that. A very pretty guy, but still a guy and he was straight. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting the bullet and leaning forward to plant just the barest of kisses on those petal soft lips. ‘Nice,’ he thought fleetingly, then sat back upright.
“Waahh,” he yelped out drawing back. He was startled when he looked down to see a pair of mismatched eyes that suddenly came to life and blinked up curiously at him. He knew what was supposed to happen in theory, but it still startled him enough that he crab walked backwards on his hands and feet and his head only to collide with the wall behind him. “Ouch, damn that hurts,” he whined as he clutched the back of his head.
“Hello boyfriend, what name should I call you?” came a very masculine voice, as the android knelt akimbo to him, hands on his lap, butt cradled by the back of his heels.
“Iz… Izuku Midoriya,” Izuku choked out weakly, eyes still watering a bit from his pain. The back of his head was really throbbing and he wondered if it might be cosmic punishment for his argument with Katsuki.
“Hello, Iz… Izuku Midoriya,” the android mimicked his expression, with a pleased smile.
“Ha… no, just Izuku Midorya. Do you have a name?” he asked, sitting up straighter, legs crossed as he stared at the android curiously.
“No, you need to provide me with a name. What would you like to call me boyfriend?” demanded the android, slowly crawling towards him and all his naked glory. He only stopped when he was right in front of him, his pale chest almost eye level to Izuku’s face as he knelt in front of him with his hands resting on Izuku’s shoulder. “Name me.”
Izuku flinched, not liking the fact that the first person that actually called him a boyfriend was a guy of all things. He swallowed thickly, not sure what to do with all that creamy skin suddenly so close to him. His hands felt warm and human, no longer cold lifeless. It filled him with wonder, that it took him a while to speak. “I don’t know wh—” he began, unsure what to call him only to flinch, drawing the android closer by the waist when he heard a banging at his door.
“Hey loser open up! I’m done with this bullshit fit of ours. It’s 6 and I don’t want your food getting cold,” shouted a muffled voice from the front door
“Shit,” groaned Izuku in defeat. He could not have Kacchan see a naked sex doll that could walk and talk in the middle of his living. Especially not with him hugging it life it was his lifeline, his check pressed up against its warm belly as the android began to softly play with his hair as if comforting him. ‘What would Kacchan think? What would my Mom and Aunt Mitsuki think?’ he thought frantically. Then nearly bit his tongue when he heard the door jingling, forgetting that he gave the Bakugou’s an emergency key.
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