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When Izuku woke up the next morning, his first instinct was to look for the suit to double-check last night really happened. He found it hung up on the inside door of his wardrobe, perfect and pristine and utterly out of place in his cheap apartment. Somehow, it still didn't seem quite real. None of this did. He wasn't rich or nobility, yet here was a suit worth more than anything else he owned specifically bought for him to wear on a date with a stranger.
A very kind and generous stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. Technically, he wasn't sure he could even formally call it a date, and he did discover some interesting details based on the things the guy accidentally let slip in their conversations: he was roughly Izuku's age and he spoke (well, typed) with an unexpectedly refined quality befitting of a high-class individual; he was an All Might fan, despite his disparaging view on big movie adaptations; he was surprisingly compassionate and empathetic behind the veil of anonymity, as he provided Izuku a place he could safely unwind and vent his frustrations without expecting some form of compensation.
Then again, maybe that's all part of how this contract's supposed to work? Izuku wasn't sure. He knew the guy preferred their relationship to have a somewhat professional undertone—or as professional as could be expected when one person is literally paying another for services intended for the first party's (presumably) sexual gratification—so the sudden willingness to listen to Izuku's problems like a friend would was unusual, but... it was also really nice. Comforting, even. Izuku didn't know this person intimately—something that may well change depending on how the next Skype date later tonight would go—but he couldn't help feeling there was something... rather poignant about how he spoke, even without hearing his voice.
Was that possible? Maybe it was just wishful thinking and Izuku wanted to imagine some kind of underlying connection to this person who sent him such a beautiful ensemble for a conversation between their screens; an exchange not dissimilar to interacting with someone through a one-way mirror, since the guy could plainly see Izuku but not vice-versa. Somehow, despite the unease he felt thinking he might never know the other person's identity, there was something... thrilling about it, too. He wondered how his mind could inadvertently end up filling in the blanks as their arrangement continued, and maybe... he wouldn't mind it so much, envisioning the expression his benefactor could have as his captive audience when things became more—
Izuku flushed. He didn't realise he had a latent kink like that, maybe it was the stress of work getting to him...
Work.
He quietly sighed, exasperated, and his mood darkened a little at the thought. He felt better talking about his work situation last night, but it wouldn't change anything. It couldn't, really. He coudn't exactly leave and get another job straight away and he needed the money, so he'll just have to grit his teeth for the time being. Although... things were slightly different now, because he had someone to talk to afterwards. Hopefully today won't be so bad, or—if that's asking for too much—Izuku's mysterious companion wouldn't mind listening to him again. He was very polite and charming, too, like a gentleman with a dignified air of authority.
Sir...
Izuku smiled, tracing his fingers over the suit delicately with a sense of anticipation, before he started getting ready for work. (He hadn't forgotten about the laptop he also received for the date tonight, he just couldn't entirely believe it no matter how many times he told himself it was real and it was there, a brand new shiny device he was expected to use from now on and who knows what sir could want to watch him do in front of it in the near future.)
(Izuku would be lying if he claimed he wasn't... a little excited by that.
Just a little bit.)
