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Touya should’ve set his laptop on fire rather than open any email from the HPSC. It was, he supposed, always an option to burn the HPSC Headquarters to the ground. However, given their infinite budget the building would be replaced within a week. Considering his rather expensive taste in clothes, alcohol, and creature comforts Touya wasn’t cut out for a villain’s lifestyle. If he ignored the email, the HPSC would deliver a printed out copy of the email to him personally and make him sign for it.
After two bracing shots of vodka from his hidden bottle, Touya jabbed at his touchpad to open the email.
From: Hero Public Safety Commission Public Relations
To: Todoroki Touya, Endeavor Agency
Subject: Holiday Toy Drive
Dear Todoroki-San,
As you know, we often do an end of year charity event with various heroes. We were quite impressed by your coordinated multi-agency event to benefit children whose quirks mis-match with their bodies by creating a new department at Musutafu University Hospital earlier this year.
They were sucking up to him. He was definitely going to hate the project they were absolutely about to drop in his lap.
At your father’s suggestion
At Enji’s…this was going to ruin Touya’s life, wasn’t it?
At your father’s suggestion, we would like you to organize a Holiday Toy Drive from December 1 through 31. We have decided upon the Top 5 as the face of this charity event. We believe it will be easiest to coordinate events, media, etc with direct access to not only your father, but Hawks, Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, and Miruko if they are based out of Endeavor Agency.
No. No, no, no, fucking NO. Four of the five of them could be professional–until they got bored. All Touya had to do was keep them busy. He could do that. He thought he could do that.
Hawks? Touya clenched his jaw, remembering gold eyes, a red feather slipping down the back of his dress shirt to tease his skin–both the burned and smooth expanses Warm breath had ghosted over his ear as the hero's husky voice delivered exquisitely explicit and exciting suggestions at the last Hero Gala. Touya had gone to the bathroom to adjust his erection so as to be less obvious, but when he’d re-entered the ballroom there was no flirtatious bird to be found. He’d not heard from Hawks–Keigo–in the last five months.
The rejection had stung–the asshole had made Touya feel seen, not as Endeavor’s son, not as Shoto’s older brother, not as a rich boy, and not as a scarred victim of his own quirk. Hawks had only been horny for him when drunk (he couldn’t remember how drunk as he’d also been tipsy), but the underwear model preferred his dates to be equally conventionally attractive. Not that Touya read gossip columns about Hawks. He didn’t.
Endeavor has cleared the twenty-second floor of the building for you. A temporary assistant will replace you on the tenth floor. The Top 5 will report to you tomorrow at 0700. We entrust that you will outdo yourself and make this an event to remember.
Touya closed his laptop and pushed it to the side. He banged his head against the surface of the desk in time with the pounding headache that had already formed.