MHA/BNHA One Shots

1: Todeku

TW: Mentions of sexual harassment (dont worry, it's not done by Todoroki or Midoriya, and it's not happening in the present. It is being talked of in past tense)

Izuku POV:

"Hey! You're on in 5 minutes," my manager told me. I slid on the long fishnet stockings and then the black one piece. For the final touch, the bunny ears and tail. The tail connected to a pin and attached right above my ass. I then grabbed my black heels and put them on. The things I do for money... my mother and I have been struggling with bills so I got a job to help out. I told her I work as an assistant in an office. Pathetic lies, but it allowed me to help out. It's true, I was disgusted with myself. Nobody knew what I did, and I'd like to keep it that way. It's getting harder to keep this a secret because the club was getting more and more popular. It's not that I hated working here, my coworkers were nice and I got paid well, it's just, I felt like a toy. It didn't matter. As long as I got money, who cares? "No one will recognize me anyway," I told myself, putting on a black mask that covered the top half of my face. "You're on!" I heard the manager yell, as I walked out of my room. Well, whatever works, right? I stepped out on stage and a few of the people in the front were already catcalling me. I used to turn all red and blushy but I've gotten used to it. I grabbed the pole with one hand and looked at the DJ, nodding at him to start the music. I spun around the pole slowly to start off with. As the music picked up, so did I. I felt all the eyes on me and this tiny stage. I danced around, putting all my skill and hard work into it. I, was a pole dancer. Some of my coworkers stripped, but I was one of the ones who didnt have to luckily. I pulled myself up in the pole, climbing it us and sliding down on my side. I had worked here for over a year now. I know how things went. Money was being thrown at me like. They were mostly 5s, but I had any ranging from 1s to even a few 50s. I was the best dancer there, as my manager claims. As I spin around, my arms holding me to the pole as I do a split, I notice someone in the crowd. I always look at the crowd to see if I recognize anyone. I never have before, but this time, I was screwed. I nearly dropped myself, but caught the pole middrop as I saw a boy at a table, talking with someone. The boy, with red and white hair. Shit, I thought. Maybe it was somebody who looked like him? You know, exactly like him? I tried my best to brush it off, continuing to dance. That was until, I looked back at him only to be met by a pair of heterochromatic eyes. He was now up by the stage, his face emotionless. He was staring at me. Oh god. I felt my cheeks burn up as I imagine the worse. Does he know it's me? Oh god, does he? Will he tell everyone? Will he use it against me? I was terrified. I ended my song, a split on the ground, breathing heavily. The crowd went wild, tossing cash of all sorts. I had to make an announcement tonight, as it was Friday night. Every Friday and Saturday night, one of the dancers has to do a VIP meeting with one of the members of the crowd. Every ticket with your name on it was $5. It earned a decent amount of money to go towards everyone who works here. After all the dancers went up, they would draw the lucky winner. They would be escorted to the back and be able to sit down and talk with the dancer. There was a bodyguard who stood outside incase anything happened. A few times some of us dancers have been touched in places we shouldn't have been. If someone does that, they get banned from the club, and sometimes they even get charged. I've been grabbed countless times. I never charged anyone, but they were all banned after I screamed the guards name and he came charging in. I hated it. However, sometimes the people are chill. That was the lesser portion of the people though. I stood up on the stage. Tonight was my night, once again. "Alright guys and gals, I hope you all are having a good night!" The crowd went wild. "As most of you know, I am the dancer of tonight's VIP room. Make sure you put your name in the drawing bunch. Each ticket is $5 and you can put in as many as you'd like! Everyone here will have a chance. When you enter the door, your name is automatically put into drawing with one complimentary ticket. Well, good luck to everyone!" I blew a kiss and walked backstage, the crowd cheering. The worker went out to the stage and collected all the money with a specific vaccum. He did that quickly and the final dancer was allowed on. I went into my dressing room. I was exhausted and scared all at the same time. What was Todoroki doing here!? Did he know it was me? A million thoughts began to rush in my mind as I heard a knock on my door. I slip off my heels quickly and walk to it, opening it to see the manager. "Hey are you good? You looked kind of spooked out there. Did you see something or someone do something?" I sighed, "no, I'm fine. Just saw an unexpected face that's all." He nodded. He knew that I wore the mask so I wouldn't be identified by people I knew. Here I went by my stage name, Midway. It included part of the name Midoriya, so that's why the manager chose it. "Well, after Audrey is done you are back on to draw a ticket. Make sure you out your shoes back on for that, but feel free to take it easy on yourself afterwards. We dont want you pushing yourself too hard." I smiled, "yeah." "Well anyways, I'll see you after VIP. Have fun!" "Thanks," I said, him closing the door behind him as he walked out. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I wiped a little bit of sweat off of me and out my heels back on. I applied a little bit more foundation to my face as well. My freckles were starting to show. I didnt want that. Especially not with Todoroki's suspicious ass. I took a deep breath and stood up as I heard the music stop and the crowd cheer. There were at least a hundred people here every night. We only had about 8 dancers overall though. I sprayed a bit of perfume on myself and walked out, high fiving Audrey as she walked backstage. I walked up to the stage, "All right, ladies and gentlemen, that was the last performance of the night. But dont worry! Now it is time to draw the lucky winner!" The crowd cheered. "Remember, it is anyone's game." I shook the bin up a bit. "Alrighty, it is time to announce the lucky winner. The winner is..." I reached my hand deep into the container, picking one from the middle as everyone waited in suspense. I pulled one out and looked at the name. My entire face turned red, "S-Shoto Todoroki," I barely managed out. A few people booed in defeat, but a few people also looked around to find the lucky winner. I was so screwed. "Will Shoto Todoroki please go to the door by my right and confirm your ID with the guard? I'll meet you backstage," I finished with my signature wink. On the inside, I was screaming filled with anxiety. I stepped backstage and immediately took a deep breath. Maybe he doesnt know it's you. After all, your face is covered and you dont even have the freckles and you're dressed so differently. Maybe he doesnt have a clue. I sighed in relief, seeing as it was one of the possibilities. I went into my dressing room and put on a little more foundation for good measure. I also changed my shoes to some black flats and made my way to the VIP room. I sat on the couch as a few workers set up a snack table. When they gave me a thumbs up and left, I called out to the guard. "Ready!" Ready as I'll ever be at least. With that, the door swung open to reveal Shoto Todoroki. It really was him, huh? He looked great. I mean uh, not that he hasnt always, I mean he's always looked great, I mean, ugh never mind. The guard closed the door behind him and Todoroki stood there. "Please, take a seat,' I said politely. I was screaming on the inside so loudly I'm surprised I didnt make any noise. I extended my hand to him as he sat across from me, "Hi, I'm Midway. It's nice to meet you." He shook my hand, but stayed silent, looking emotionless. "Are you allowed to take off your mask?" He asks, breaking the silence. "I-I mean I am. Would y-you like me to?" I could barely for sentences. "If you dont mind." I untied the string holding my mask on and took off the bunny ears as well, running a hand through my hair nervously. Todoroki leaned closer and closer until he finally sat back in his seat. "What is your real name, if that is allowed?" I shifted, "it's uh well you can call me Mid. It's part of my name, that's why they call me Midway." He nodded. Shit. Shit. Shit. He knows. He knows, doesnt he? "Well, Mid, it was quite a show you put on out there." I sighed, "thanks." My heart was pounding. "Say, how old are you?" My heart beat faster, "T-twenty One." "I am too," he responded. I was scared shitless. "Would you like something to drink? Or something to eat?" I ask. He shakes his head, "I'm good." It was quiet for a while. "You know, you're the best male dancer I've ever seen and I've seen quite a few here and there." I turned red. He's watched male dancers before!? Like, more than once!? "Thanks, Todoroki. I've only been working here a year though, I know some of these dancers have been here for years." He finally smiles, showing some emotion, "Ah, but you are the best." I grip onto my stockings slightly. "Are you nervous about something?" I nod slowly. "They do this VIP every Friday and Saturday. You must have done this many times, correct?" I nodded slowly again. "You have been here for a year. That means you have been left alone in a room with strange men and women many times." I looked down at my hands. "Have people tried to take advantage of you before?" I stayed silent. "How many times?" he asks. I being my voice to a low whisper, "countless..." I remember all the times I've barely managed to escape someone's grip and call security. Someone even duct taped my mouth and hands before. Luckily, the hour ended and the guard came in to see me in the corner, a teary mess while a guy had leaned me over and had his pants down. That guys is in jail now. The guard was the one who sent him away though, not me. There was no way I could take him to court to send him off without my mother finding out where I had worked. People knew they could take advantage of me. "Hey, hey," I hear as a hand gets placed ontop of one of mine, tears rolling down my face. "I'm not going to do that I hope you know that. I would never do something like that." He spoke in a soft voice. He used his hand and wiped away my tears, the foundation smearing off onto his hands and I threw myself back at the touch and covered my face. "Are you wearing makeup? Why?" I stayed silent and held my hands to my face, sobbing. He sat next to me on the couch and carefully moved my hands away from my face. I tried to turn away but he used a finger to turn my face towards his. He used his sleeved and wiped my face until his sleeve was covered in foundation. I couldn't bare to open my eyes. "Hey, look at me," he spoke. I ignored him. "Izu, please look at me." He knew it was me. No doubt. I opened my eyes, tears still falling. He wiped them away, holding my face in his hands. "You're shaking, please, calm down." I took a few deep breaths. I was terrified. H-he knew. He knew my dirty little secret. I was pathetic. I tried to calm down as he placed one hand on one of my hands which was still on my stockings. He placed the other on my face. He softly kissed my forehead, shocking me and making me stop the tears. He pulled away and looked at me. "P-please," I began to stumble on my words as he gave me a confused look, "please dont tell anyone," I barely managed out, barely able to speak. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned my head onto his shoudler. "Dont worry, I wont." He placed a hand on my head and slowly began rubbing it, running his fingers through my locks. I slowed my breathing until I collected my thoughts. "You okay now?" He asked, a soft tone. I nodded and he pulled away. "Why do you let this happen to yourself?" He asked. I wrapped my arms around me, "I need this job. It pays well and the workers and manger are nice people. I really need the money to help pay bills and stuff. The only downside are the creeps." It was silent. "Has anyone ever succeeded in..." his voice trailed off. "Almost. He had me tied up, leaned on and everything. He even had his pants down and was grabbing me everywhere he could before the guard came in and beat the shit out of him. That's the closest anyone has ever come. Usually there will be grabbing, in fact it's almost guaranteed that someone will touch me in places I dont want to be touched. It's just a downside to this job." I couldn't look him in the eyes. He pulled me into another hug, rubbing my back with his thumbs. "Shh, it's okay," he said. His voice was calm, yet also showed a bit of worry? I dont know how to explain it. After a while I pulled away and looked into his gorgeous eyes. If you stared too long, you would fall in. They were always so full of compassion, yet sometimes you could see thought them and see the hurt. "I-I know this is weird and I'll probably jump off a bridge for asking such a random question, but are you still with Momo?" He blinked, giving me a puzzled look, "when was I ever with Momo?" Wait, what? "I remember people talking about it all throughout high school. Even some beyond. Aren't you dating her?" His expression dropped, but then he smiled and he began to laugh, and laugh harder. "What's so funny?" I ask, slightly red. "Midoriya, I'm fucking gay." He cracked up. I didnt know how to react. Of course, there were a few suspicions in high school, but not many. "So you're not with Yaoyorozu?" He smiled, "No. I never was. She knew I was gay. I thought everyone knew." I shook my head, "literally no one knew." He shrugged, "well, I guess no one asked." I smiled a little. "Hey, you have a cute smile," Todoroki said. A light pink brushed my cheeks, "thanks." "Hopefully I can see it more often after this VIP session." I smiled again, "yeah, hopefully." He smiled back and leaned his head against mine. Suddenly the door slammed open, "time's u- Oh my bad I really should knock first," the guard teased. I turned red and covered my face. Todoroki laughed. "Well, it was nice to see you again, Izuku. I'll text you later." I smiled as he planted a kiss on my head and got up and went to the door. The door closed and I whispered to myself, "yeah, I'll text you later."

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