MHA REINCARNATION!

The air in the studio was thick with the scent of expensive coffee and ambition. Touya, – Dabi to the world, the fiery J-Pop rapper with a voice that could melt steel – was sprawled on the plush couch, one leg thrown over Shoto's lap. Shoto, bless his perpetually stoic younger brother, was meticulously cleaning his signature bi-colored hair with a soft cloth. They were a study in contrasts, fire and ice, but their music, the music that was currently dominating the charts, was pure synergy.

"Two Lost Souls," their upcoming collaboration album, was more than just a catchy title. It was a reflection of their fractured childhood, their separate journeys, and the undeniable bond that pulled them back together. And it was my job, my absolute job, to ensure its success.

Across the room, I was locked in a tense, yet strangely exhilarating, meeting with Iida, Shoto's manager and – I smirked inwardly – boyfriend. Iida was a whirlwind of perfectly executed gestures and impassioned pronouncements, every movement precise, every word chosen with meticulous care. He was everything I wasn't – outwardly polished, intensely organized, and brimming with a relentless, almost absurd, commitment to rules. Yet, under that perfectly starched exterior was Tenya, a loving and kind man.

"So, Shigaraki-san," Iida began, adjusting his glasses, "we need to finalize the logistics for the promotional tour. The demand for 'Two Lost Souls' is unprecedented. We're talking about breaking records, potentially selling out stadiums globally."

"Good," I said, not bothering to hide the smirk playing on my lips. "That's the goal, isn't it? Global Domination."

Iida coughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. My bluntness always seemed to throw him. "The logistics, Shigaraki-san. We've secured venues in Tokyo, Seoul, Los Angeles, Paris, and London. We have offers from South America and Australia as well, but the scheduling conflicts…" He trailed off, running a hand through his neatly coiffed hair.

I leaned forward, tapping a pen against the tablet in my hand. "The conflicts are manageable. We need to capitalize on this momentum. South America and Australia are in. We'll work around the scheduling. Think of the exposure, Tenya," I said, using his first name deliberately to soften the edge. "Think of the fans."

I could feel Touya's eyes on me. He always watched me work, fascinated by the way I could dissect problems and orchestrate solutions. He understood the creative fire, the artistry, but he lacked the…strategic ruthlessness, let's call it, to navigate the business side of things. That's where I came in.

"He looks good when he's serious," I heard Touya murmur to Shoto, his voice low and husky.

Shoto nodded, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Iida does too."

I stifled a laugh. They were adorable, those two. Observing Tenya and I, analyzing our every move, like we're specimens under a microscope.

"Alright," Iida declared, snapping back to attention. "South America and Australia are in. That means expanding the crew, adjusting budgets, and securing additional security."

"Consider it done," I replied, already mentally drafting emails to my team.

The next hour blurred into a whirlwind of discussions about stage design, lighting rigs, setlists, and after-party arrangements. Iida and I debated, compromised, and ultimately forged a plan that was both ambitious and – I was confident – foolproof.

Finally, with a sigh of relief, I leaned back in my chair. "Alright, that's it. We've got our world tour."

Touya let out a whoop, scrambling off the couch and launching himself at me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, burying his face in my hair. "You're amazing, Shigaraki. You know that, right? Absolutely amazing."

I grinned, pulling him closer. "I know. Now, get off me. You're messing up my perfectly calculated air of professional detachment."

He chuckled, pulling back just enough to press a kiss to my lips. It was a brief, chaste kiss, but it spoke volumes. It was a reminder of the passion that burned beneath the surface, the connection that transcended the noise and the chaos of our public lives.

He deepened the kiss this time and kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin making me moan and squirm. I wanted more and I can tell so did he. Shoto smirked and did the same to lida making him moan and squirm. I watched him and dabi then he gave him an approving smirk. "He's getting better at being dominant," I said.

"He learned from the best," Dabi said.

Shoto nodded, his expression unreadable. Then, turning to Touya, he asked, "How are you so dominant, anyway?"

Touya laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Confidence, Shoto. Pure, unadulterated confidence. And a willingness to take what you want."

Shoto nodded again, absorbing the information. I could practically see the gears turning in his head.

As the evening wore on, the energy in the studio shifted. The professional veneer began to crack, revealing the desires that simmered beneath. We ordered takeout, sprawled on the couches, and traded stories and jokes. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a palpable awareness of the intimacy that bound us together.

"Okay," I said, finally breaking the silence. "I'm calling it. We're all exhausted. Let's head back to the apartment."

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement. We piled into two taxis, Touya and I in one, Shoto and Iida in the other. When we got back to the apartment, the air was thick with anticipation. We stood there for a moment, considering our options.

"I'm thinking Touya and I will take the master suite…" I said, trailing off suggestively.

Touya smirked, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Sounds like a plan." "We'll take the guest room," Shoto said, pulling Iida close.

It was a silent agreement, a tacit acknowledgment of the desires that had been building all day.

I pulled Touya into our room, and the door locked behind us with a definitive click. The rest of the night was a blur of passion and raw emotion. We explored each other with a tenderness born of years of intimacy, a fierce intensity fueled by our shared ambition and our unwavering love.

The walls of the apartment were thin. Later, when the city outside had lulled to a hum of a quiet life, I heard muffled sounds. They were rhythmic, raw, and undeniably passionate. It seemed Shoto and Iida were having just as intense a night as we were. So intense that we got noise complaints from the neighbors. I sighed contentedly. An amazing night.